Andie entered the room and looked around at the wide area. The statues of course he was familiar with from the previous times ha had seem them, even the pedestals that held none didn't surprise him. He moved over to read what the plagues had to say and as he finished the familiar fog woke, pulling him to the door.
Offer to us your Heart.
With the whispers urging him on, Andie opened the door and looked at the statues that were different then before. He read the plagues but this time they all said the same thing on them. Shortly he became aware of the shadowy people around him. He saw their hearts and out curiosity looked down at his own. Memories of from the past tasks came to him then, leaving him feeling conflicted. And wishing he would remember the name that was on the tip of his tongue!
Then the world when red as the blood red moon drew closer. He felt a jumped of emotions as the voice spoke out. Thankfully it wasn't long before the green and gold arrived and everything calmed down and he was given a choice. Looking at the three choices, he knew which one he would most likely pick but there were some people he wanted to see if he could find first.
Character name: Andie Character appearance: Gray tones, human and a red heart. Has a Deus Ex Pendant around his neck that glows blue. Link to Heart Log[X] Current HP 60/60 Current Attack 2d8-6 Current weapon equipped Crumbling Hope - Rook's Ambition: You may select three turns in which you do not take auto damage from the opponent per battle encounter. You can only use this three times outside the battle arena ever.
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 12:15 am
Growly man. Tch. Something in him twisted with a painfully familiar pang at having his nice moment ruined by a particularly screechy voice.
He didn't have a memory of the woman, but apparently his body did. His head was already starting to hurt.
"Why? You were enjoying calling me that," he grumbled, turning his head just a little bit towards her. There was no reason to be obstinate other than, well, to be obstinate. And that seemed to suit him just fine.
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Character name: Koshabi Character appearance: Mountainous masculine figure with a red core and hints of wings Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 50/50 Current weapon equipped Suffocation (2d10-8; double damage when below 10 hp)
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 12:32 am
His voice...his voice given in that tone made her want to bristle, had her fog like wings flaring and her eyes narrowing at him. Her calm slightly ruined, but in a way that was also achingly famaliar, in a way that made her chest feel tight, and almost made her want to just rip her heart out of her chest and give it to the goddesses then and there, to lose whatever uncomfortable feeling this was and forget it ever existed.
Except that maybe, just maybe, the feeling deserved some amount of recognition. Maybe that would get it to either settle, or break free and just make sense. How could she hold so much unreasonable anger towards somebody yet feel as though they should be close?
Just another question. Throw it on the pile with the others and watch it burn.
Burn...
Fire.
Now that was an odd word to suddenly have spring to mind, but it seemed...significant in some way. Still, it did nothing to sort out the current matter at hand.
"I thought I might use it to say goodbye, but I guess if you refuse I might be able to come up with something new...."
Her lips curled up into a small smirk.
"How does 'a**' appeal to you?"
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 12:40 am
There was a long pause as he remembered what that word meant and tried to figure out why it didn't actually anger him. Rather, it felt familiar. Koshabi squinted at her for a few extra moments, wings shifting restlessly.
And then he simply laughed.
"I know your a** appeals, so--why not." He gave a tiny shrug and a feral grin. "Anything I should think to call you? Not that it matters, as it sounds like our names here aren't even the right ones."
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Character name: Koshabi Character appearance: Mountainous masculine figure with a red core and hints of wings Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 50/50 Current weapon equipped Suffocation (2d10-8; double damage when below 10 hp)
The room was familiar. Here was the domain of the goddesses. He smiled wondering what task they would have for him today. On his way in he failed to notice just how close the moon was getting. He bent and examined the plaques in.
His final trial… he would not be forgotten… that seemed odd to him. And rang a bell.
A wall, the wall, he remembered the wall. He shook himself wondering at the reaching hands.
His memories? They loved him most? His goddess… she loved him. And over time he had developed a small love for her. She was the goddess who gave him cookies, who’s heart matched his own.
He cast a look at the empty pillars. They were as still as ever.
Someone was calling… the fog, his birth substance. He walked fallowing and came to a door. It asked one thing of him, his heart. A hand came up and clutched at the space above it. They wanted this much from him? Could he give it? A whispering paranoia settled over him. But they had given him so many blessings… was this the thing he needed to return? He hadn’t found what he was looking for yet.
But maybe this would lead him there. He pushed open the door.
He walked in only to find the shrine again… but something was different.
Sacrifice yourself for us. Sacrifice yourself for us Sacrifice yourself for us
His goddess had turned purple. They had grown but there were still 4 empty pillars.
Suddenly he realized he was not alone, everywhere was shadows… people. Their hearts glowing brightly. ReDawn looked at his own heart, it was different from before, glowing brightly with many colors, no longer only blue. This was the result of his blessings. He had collected something, found something. He closed his eyes briefly, feeling it’s warmth.
And there were emotions and memories, so many of them. And then pain! Memories that felt his. Must have been his, the ones he had given to the goddesses… his mother. The chase, the girl whom he chased, so familiar and the letter, haunting with simple words and hopes and a name, his name, not the one from now. What was it? What was his name? Why couldn’t he remember it?
A loud crack caught his attention and he looked up. And stared and stared and screamed falling back through the crowed. His wings fluttered tense ready to spring into action, if he knew how. It came closer, much too close. She wanted his heart… No. He pulled back. Stay away. But his feet moved forward consumed. Something saved him. Green and gold. Were these more goddesses?
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 12:59 am
She herself wasn't even quite sure what she had said, or why it might have been an insult. It was just words that had rolled off of the tongue, that had for some reason just felt right, as so few things did, but as so many seemed to with him. His grin was answered with one of her own, twin expressions, both wild, both fierce.
She felt like if she'd heve bothered to gotten to know this man better, she might have actually learned to like him more, odd feelings or influences be damned. The banter alone might have been enough to win her over! Though the back and forth growling had actually been rather fun, in its own way.
"I am called Sheenah, for whatever it's worth. But as that might not actually be worth anything at all, you may give me whatever name you choose. It is only fair."
And she would take that a** compliment, thank you very much, and try to ignore the way him saying it had given her a strange, yet fuzzy and warm, feeling in her stomach. It meant nothing, so it was not worth pursuing further.
Especially not with so little time left, anyways.
"Do you have an idea what you will choose?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 1:05 am
"Sheenah." He drew the two syllables out like taffy, face wrinkling at the taste. "No, it doesn't fit. Hmph. Koshabi is mine if you care to remember, but it's as much a farce."
But oh, it was positively lovely to see those teeth glimmer under the red moon. It was almost like blood had stained them.
He turned his eyes skyward, musing. "The choice seems obvious to me," he answered in seconds, wings twitching--he wished he could take to the skies and see if that moon could be touched by mortal hands. "Eat or be eaten, as Ruin said. There's nothing worth creating and nothing in this wasteland to be proud of--only its destruction remains."
He was almost purring.
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Character name: Koshabi Character appearance: Mountainous masculine figure with a red core and hints of wings Link to Heart LogHere Current HP 50/50 Current weapon equipped Suffocation (2d10-8; double damage when below 10 hp)
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 1:21 am
"Oh," Simmy said, but as she found herself unpracticed in the realm of kisses, she also failed to realize that 'speaking' was a bit difficult to do at the same time. It surprised her that the little word came out more like a little sound, which earned another little sound of surprise.
Each new sensation was still truly new, and she wanted to collect them all and hold them in her heart, more valuable than the answers to a thousand questions. These were pieces of her that had never existed before. This was a part of her purpose she'd never have found on her own.
She might have truly allowed this to go on forever had something not tugged at her heart again. The kiss was broken without a word - just another long, lingering smile - and she glanced at the door again, telling herself over and over to not remind him that she was not what he was searching for, just in case he'd forgotten.
Because she had, if only temporarily. It was nice to think about another possible ending, in the same way that it was nice to think about the multi-legged creatures finally finding the place they belonged upon their demise.
Maybe nicer.
Okay, definitely nicer.
"I guess we should go." She wished she hadn't said that, but they were so close now. Her opinion of her own worthiness was questionable, but she'd been impressed since the first time she saw him. It wouldn't feel right to prevent him from going through that door. Her eyes found it again. It was more and more difficult to look at him, to look at anything but that door.
"Offer to us your Heart," she read aloud, punctuated with a shaky sigh. "I hope it will be good enough."
When she pulled away and started to mention the door, Trebor wasn't ready to pay attention just yet. He just stood there, a little dazed, a little dizzy. It was only the mention of her heart that had him snapping back to reality, and he rolled his eyes at the mere question. "I don't know. Let's see if I can find out for you." He actuall continued to hold her in the same position, even as he turned, kicked the doors open, and carried her inside. One of his hands rose up, and started prodding at her chest.
"Feels strong," He murmured, sounding more like a physician than anything. He bit his tongue in thought, the tip of it sticking out through his teeth. "Pulse normal. Rhythm steady. Looks pretty." He stopped doctoring her, and grinned. "Your heart's gotta be the one the goddesses were lookin' for, all along."
Finally, he set her down on her own feet, but it was a reluctant move. He started to shift uncomfortably, trying not to show how he truly felt.
"Well."
That was as much of a goodbye as he was able to muster.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 2:10 am
Aryn had entered the shrine once again. The three familiar statues were still present. Though now each had a plaque at their base.
Memories and fragments--he was to sacrifice them now?
The fog awoke once more. Again, something called, but he didn't see it. Only feel it. Whispering to him and beckoning him forward. Even now he could see nothing. Only the white fog. The same fog he had been a part of it not that long ago; filled with memories both broken and incomplete. It was quiet now, as if all the memories had vanished. Perhaps they had.
He looked towards the door, reading the single sentence that was inscribed upon it.
Offer to us your Heart.
It wasn't a choice. He knew he couldn't return. To simply turn around and hope it would all go back to the way it was. He could only move forward. Even if it meant offering up his heart.
He pushed the door open, but it was silent. Just as it always had been. The three goddesses were present of course, only now they had shifted. Two of which changing in colour. Even the goddess who had chosen him, once a soft blue, was now violet in colour. Upon their plaques were the words: Sacrifice yourself for us. As if reminding him of the task he had yet to fulfill. However, he wasn't the only one. Odd figures, separate from the fog. Like him. Each different. All were strange, and yet, many were vaguely familiar in shape. Though it was the hearts he watched. Familiar and emanating the same warmth as his own. However none were a singular colour any longer, not even his own. No longer the soft blue it had been Aryn's heart was now a multitude of colours. Swirling with both emotion and memories, all of which resonated with a painful familiarity.
But were they truly his? From what the goddesses taught, they shouldn't be and yet, they felt like they could have been.
With that thought, a word formed in his throat. However it was caught at the last moment, vanishing and ending in a choked silence. He realized though, that it hadn't been a word. It had been a name. One he felt he should know. But for all his effort and the memories he drew upon, it was lost to him.
Crack
The noise startled him, as the red light blanketed, searing through his eyelids. Several more cracking noises could be heard and finally, Aryn looked up.
The sky was a blood red now. The fog was gone, but something else was here, staring down with intimidating presence. The moon. It was inching closer now and as it neared an overwhelming sense of dread consumed him, along with it, confusion and chaos.
It called. Speaking in a voice thick, raspy, and unfamiliar, but cracking with unknown malice. The more it spoke, the more he felt the powerful emotion overtaking him in a painstaking agony. He couldn't help it. He stepped forward, ready to offer his heart to the red moon when two more voices spoke.
Green and gold split apart the sky, appearing in equal amounts with the red. Warring with each other. It was thanks to that interruption, that he once again had control of himself. No longer consumed by the red. His mind was at peace and with it, the few memories he had gathered over the course of time he had been awake as if something had jarred his memory, he remembered now. Aryn wasn't his name. Not his true name, anyways. However, even with that knowledge, he couldn't recall his true one.
The sky quivered, threatening to tear apart as the earth below him shifted and changed. Dense pieces of foliage appeared, growing at a rapid pace as it replaced the old grey buildings with a shimmering gold castle in the distance. The scene becoming was more ornate and grand, as foliage grew and spread. The gold and green which continued to consume the red.
"Choose Destruction, and you will rain chaos upon all those who choose to defy you."
"Choose Pride, and your legacy will become unforgotten."
"Choose Creation, and you will obtain greater knowledge."
Now was the time to choose. It couldn't be prolonged any longer. Even now he searched. Longing for whatever it was that his heart called to. But he hadn't found it.
The green foliage and gold gates faded from his eyes as he placed his hand on his heart, tearing into it. It was horrible experience, to say the least. A part of him regretted it, even struggled, however there was no backing out now. The choice was no longer his.
His heart had been offered to destruction.
"You have made the correct choice. This is the end for you, but the beginning for me. Your sacrifice will not be in vain."
It hurt. His heart was gone and the pain left in its absence was excruciating. However, for his memories to appear briefly before him, one by one, before they too vanished, only seemed to add to that pain.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 2:16 am
It was difficult to contain her fit of giggling by the time he set her down, and even more difficult to not just keep clinging in hopes that they could pass as one entity. But the Goddess was smart, and Simmy knew that she'd know better. She probably knew it was better for them this way, too.
"Okay, but yours is..." She poked at his heart. "Impressive."
She knew that Scree would say so too, wherever she was. Maybe she'd already passed through the door ahead of them. Maybe they would all be together somewhere up ahead, and none of this would have to be the last anything.
"Yeah." Another painful smile. "Well. Go remind them who they're proud of."
Giving him a nudge of encouragement, she tried to make herself believe that watching someone brave go before her would somehow make it easier.
It wouldn't. She could already tell.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 2:17 am
There was fog everywhere. She drew back, hesitant, but somehow, Mnezara still found herself being pulled towards it as the Goddesses whispered to her.
Offer to us your heart.
She shoved the door open, intent on finding someone who could explain this to her. Of course, the Goddesses were still, immobile and silent. Of course. But wasn't there something different about them? Eyes narrowed at the statues, colored Hearts flaring all around her when suddenly--
She didn't need memories. She thought wildly, but she could not stop them from coming. Memories of a brother, memories of helplessness, of family lost and...
A name. A name she could not remember. It plagued her and she wondered why she could remember it, yet not remember the name itself. Were the Goddesses teasing her yet again?
She wanted to scream, wanted to demand answers, but the floor shook and the sky became red. The rage of the red consumed her briefly before the gold and green quelled it. Yet her fists clenched. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered as long as she could have...
Destruction.
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Character name: Mnezara Character appearance: Mnezara has a red core and has a short bobbed hairstyle. She is dressed in furs, a high fur collar the most prominent of her attire. Link to Heart LogLog Current HP 50/50 Current weapon equipped
Rojand's memories held loneliness, the aching loneliness of being with people but never letting them close, and being held now made something unbearably tight ease within him. The decision would be easy, of course. He knew where he wanted to go.
Reap and Iron chose red, easily, like it was no decision at all either, and the words died in Rojand's mouth. He kissed them, hung back a moment and watched as they walked away, trusting that he would follow. See you on the other side. He'll make sure I don't do anything too stupid. And they were gone.
He looked to green - knowledge, answers, everything he'd always wanted.
No. Not everything. With a small sigh, he decided. It wasn't difficult, after all.
His Heart resisted being taken out; it had attached itself firmly to its temporary home, and he had to pry at it, tearing away bits and pieces --
Don't go.
Can't I just like a guy?
Hurting is important.
Why?
His Heart came loose in his hand, and he gave it up to red. He was transparent now, and tired, and as he faded away he heard voices calling him, calling a name --
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Character name: Rojand Character appearance: He wears nondescript clothing and heavy boots, his hair tied back loosely at his shoulders. Sometimes smoke appears to drift from his shoulders. His heart is multicolored. A blue pendant hangs around his neck. Link to Heart Log:Log Current HP: 50 Current weapon equipped: The Watcher
Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2013 4:43 am
Balt had returned to the shrine, as if drawn to it. However this time the goddesses had asked something entirely new. They had asked for his heart and to offer himself, his entire being to them. He knew there was choice in the matter. Not really. He couldn't turn back and walk down the same path he came. He could only move forward and fulfill the wishes of the goddesses. He lived to serve them after all.
The others must have felt the same because shortly after they appeared among the fog. The hearts aglow in the dim lightning. Only now, they were a multitude of colours. Just as his own was now. Swirling with the memories he had gathered. There was a painful familiarity in them. They felt like they were his own, but from what the goddesses taught, they shouldn't be.
Crack
Balt jumped, snapping his head up to gaze up at the sky which was now consumed by red which seared his eyes. The moon was looming over him. Over them all and as it approached it he could feel the sense of dread, and chaos overwhelming him.
It called. Speaking to them all in a thick, raspy, and unfamiliar voice which dripped with unknown malice and the more it spoke, the more he experienced it. It made them relive each word in a painstaking agony that he barely understood. However, just as he began to step forward, ready to offer his heart, he stopped. Green and gold tore through the sky, warring with the red and with each other and as they warred the scene changed. No longer were they surrounded by the greyed ruins, but by foliage and golden gates and a shimmering castle.
"Choose Destruction, and you will rain chaos upon all those who choose to defy you."
"Choose Pride, and your legacy will become unforgotten."
"Choose Creation, and you will obtain greater knowledge."
Balt hesitated, eying the three colours. What was it he sought? Did he wish for his legacy to be remembered? To have greater knowledge? Or did he simply wish for the strength to fight back at those who defied him?
He looked up at the red moon, who's colours were still at war with the gold and green. He wasn't so sure about the other two, but the idea of having power to fight back was desirable.
His choice made, tore into his heart, offering it to destruction.
"You have made the correct choice. This is the end for you, but the beginning for me. Your sacrifice will not be in vain."
Was there regret? Of course. But it wasn't like he had a fourth option. Besides, there was no backing out now. The choice was no longer his and already he could feel his fading under the excruciating pain in the absence of his heart.
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Ezophyr walked into the Shrine. His eyes glazed over with a sense of urgency. The room was very familiar to him by this point. The statues standing in front of him, the same. He shook the haze off his eyes as he came closer to the and put a soft hand on his Patron Goddess' statue. His chest was tight was hard emotion. He couldn't quite put his finger on which emotion this was, but it was a strange one. Perhaps this was the feeling of longing, he wondered. His hand clutched tightly at his chest.
He looked closely at the plaques and noticed the words did not change. His eyes now glanced at the other statues-- the empty ones, and his heart skipped a beat. His mouth quirked up in a weak smile. The Goddess' have not chosen their successors yet. So he did not fail-- yet. He hoped he does not fail. For the sake of his existence.. and.. his brows furrowed as he tried to remember why else he needed to be Goddess. He could not put a finger on it, and he took a few steps towards the Pedestal of Anguish.
However he's stopped in his tracks as he feels the tug of someone calling him. The feeling was familiar to how the Goddess' call them. It wasn't the same however, it was much stronger. It seemed to come from his own heart. The pain in his chest faded completely once the voice echoed through his mind. This unnerved him, but he took his steps towards the fog. The fog which he must have come from. The fog was part of his existence. It opened up-- white surrounding his entity-- to a door. It was multicolored.
He pushed closer. His bright blue eyes widened to the gate as it says ”Offer to Us Your Heart.” Ezophyr's hand reached out slow, shakily. He worked hard to fill his heart with memories. Memories which made his up his entire existence now. His hand pulled back to his chest and he shakily clutches at it. His eyes glanced down at the colorful bracelet with the skull pin on it. He didn't understand why he had this thing, but it was important. It made his heart beat faster.
He glanced back up at the door and let out a choked noise before his hand reaches up to push the door open.
It is quiet as he steps through. The Goddess' are there again-- but they looked different. Only Ruin was the same color, but Longing.. she was now purple. And Paranoia.. now took on the soothing color of blue. He looked confused and stumbled towards them. They each had the same words on their plaque now.. ”Sacrifice yourself for us “ His heart skipped a beat as he read this. His head whipped to the other statues; he let out a sigh when he saw that they were still empty. However he was not calmed. This was the last task.
The other shadows appeared with him. They shined like he did. Some still singular with color, others brighter or with more colors than himself. He looked down at his own heart now, hand clutched near it. The heart glowed softly-- ranging a multitude of colors now. They were light, but full of blessings. He smiled down at his finger tips before he put his hand down.
Suddenly memories began to flash through his mind. His eyes widened and he let out a choked gasp. Everything that he had remembered from the tasks suddenly thrusted themselves into his mind. His chest ached with pain as he watched more and more events unfold. They felt as if they should have belonged to him, but there was no way he could have created those memories. He had only existed for a short while after all. As each memory comes and goes, they are accompanied by a name he just cannot remember.
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"Yet, you are still so little."
"You cannot escape forever."-
- "Or so it goes." -
He was nearly there. The name was at the tip of his tongue. Then shaking. The whole world shook underneath his feet. He stumbled to the ground and looked around hurriedly-- slowly he looked up and gawked at the red sky. The fog that filled him with a sense of peace was gone. Instead replaced by the moon. The disturbing moon that.. now stared at him with fury. He tried to scramble away, but he was too weak. It sucked him in. It made his existence... part of the moon now.
"I once would have been a Queen. The most beautiful Queen, the Greatest Queen. "Yet my throne was torn from me, without mercy, without justice. False kings and prophets, wise children and brave knights will bow to my wrath and crumble until they are no more. I will give you all that you deserve until I, we, become once again, rightfully, a Queen. Your memories we gave to you to create far greater memories. Now, return your Hearts to us in this last and final task." He was now filled with the bitter words and agony.
His body moved forward without any sense. His existence felt threatened by the overwhelming emotions brought on by the red. He nearly lost himself--
But as quickly as it came, it was gone. And he was standing in front of an intricately gold and yellow area. The foliage was beautiful. His eyes glazed over as he stared at them. He watched as everything began to form in front of his eyes. The ground, the castle, the sky. Everything was burning with color. It seemed as if it was fighting with each other-- but this gave him hope.
He shook the glaze out of his eyes and took a step forward.
“ "Will you give up so much-
- "-when you have experienced so little in return?" “
Those words echoed truly in his mind. Why should he give himself up? What purpose would everything he had gone through be? His brows furrowed and he began making his way towards the green gate. His jaw was tightened as hard as his fists. He would not give himself up for someone so selfish.
As he approached the gate, he read the plaque. ”"Choose Creation, and you will obtain greater knowledge." “ This was the right choice, he believed.
As his heart begun to leave him, his memories as well. Tears slipped down his cheeks with the faded memories. The faces. Everything that flashed before him. All of them were being sacrificed for the greater good-- he hoped at least.
His eyes closed and he begins to fade away. He smiles though, he enjoyed what existence he had.
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Character name: Ezophyr Character appearance: Grey. Plain. Long silver hair. Tired Bright blue eyes. He wears a bracelet on his wrist which has a glowing white pin... Special Ability: King's Regret: Specie Ability: Monster: Current HP 40 Current weapon equipped Simple Grief
