Zealot He had approached the Paranoia goddess, and was somewhat surprised when she told him that she had a gift for him. His core had been blue, granted with a small twinge of yellow now, thanks to the blessing he'd received prior. However, he was honored and gladly accepted the bag from the goddess, using the key to unlock it.
Discovering it empty, he frowned and had listened to the goddess. Well that seemed fair enough! He gratefully accepted the scissors from the goddess, and entered through the hole into the next area.
As he stood in front of all the three doors, he bit his lip and taking a deep breath, moved toward the third. Though it seemed filled with malice and terror - all he knew what that he must continue on for the goddess.
So he went through the door.
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Character name: Zealot He Character appearance:Grey humanoid shape with a blue/yellow core wearing an open tunic and vest in grey tones. Clawed hands and the beginning of horns also appear. Link to Heart LogHeart Log Current HP 30/30 Current weapon equipped N/A
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 3:28 pm
Zealot He didn't know if it was the silence or the darkness that perturbed him more. As the door slammed behind him, he almost jumped - almost - as he started to make his way forward, bag in one hand, scissors in the other. The constant thudding off in the distance disturbed him, a soft name caresses his ears, a familiar one - but he didn't know from where. Shaking his head, he fumbles his way down the hall.
He didn't see the crate until he ran smack into it. Grunting as a booted foot impacted hard with the crate. The thud echos hollowly through the room followed but another thud. Shaking his head, he attempts to get around it, only to find it is blocking him entirely. At least the top of the crate was open, allowing him to see the the long unusual shape of what looked kind of like an arm. Simply reaching out for it, he grabbed it by the "wrist."
The thuds stopped...
Shrugging his shoulders a little, Zealot began to feel around the apendage. Something was almost perfectly wedged inside the crate, leaving almost no room for anything else. It was soft and very pliant, though it did give a bit of resistance. It was soft but quite firm underneath. As he reached in to explore further, he heard the soft Thump-thump of a heart.
Bingo.
He didn't know how long he stood there, trying to figure out how to extract the heart in the oppressive darkness. But finally his body moved, and the scissors started to dig into the obstacle before him, feeling it peel and rip.
Suddenly the arm started to claw at him, as he heard a female voice scream.
"AEZELOTH!"
He didn't know why, but it chilled him to the bone to hear that name, to hear that voice say that name. But he shook it off as best he could, and he moved deeper, feeling the warmth within the crate. Pulling his hand back, he felt and heard the gush from the opening, so he simply moved his scissors deeper. The thin elastic inflating things he simply cut away, they were useless anyway. But the heart simply would not pull free.
Sticking both hands into the opening, he roughly tugs and pulls, finally he has to open the cavity wider with both hands, allowing the rest of the contents to ooze out onto the bottom of the crate, before finally getting a firm grip on the heart and cutting it free.
Lifting the heart above his head for a moment, he froze.
"Hi, I'm Xyra!" The Teifling Ghoul with the purple hair had said as he had sat outside his father's office. He had looked up from his book and smiled sheepishly.
"Hi... I'm Zel." He had held out a hand which she took with a grin before tugging him to his feet.
"Come on, I think your dad and my dad are going to be busy for awhile. We should go play!" Xyra had grinned, bouncing up and down in place. "Unless you'd rather sit here and read..."
"No, no... Lead on!" Zel had chuckled, motioning for the other scareling to lead on.
He didn't even look back as they slipped out the door...
Blinking he shook his head and placed the heart in his bag. How... Odd...
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Character name: Zealot He Character appearance:Grey humanoid shape with a blue/yellow core wearing an open tunic and vest in grey tones. Clawed hands and the beginning of horns also appear. Link to Heart LogHeart Log Current HP 30/30 Current weapon equipped N/A
Moving on, Zealot realized the floor was becoming less and less solid as he progressed, the ground giving way to a pliant and slippery sticky morass. Running into a dead end, he heard the sloshing behind him, followed by some footsteps. Grunting, he turns and heads back the other way.
The water was growing deeper and colder, the sloshing grows louder and he frowns.
"Please give it back."
Turning he frowned but still nothing.
He kept moving until the water was all most past his neck, he couldn't go any further, just as he started to backtrack...
"Please give me back my-"
The two hands grabbed him, pulled him under. He couldn't breath, he fought as best he could but it didn't help. He stared up at the purple haired, blank eyed figure as he felt himself start to fade into the depths.
"give me by my heart."
"Come on, we'll go cruse the bookstores at the maul!" Xyra tugged at his hand again. Looking up Zel sighed, shaking his head slowly before chuckling a little.
"Okay, okay - Jack, you don't have to pull my arm out of my socket." The boil stood, dusting his pants off for a moment as he closed his book. Tossing it in the basket next to the blanket upon which the two sat. "I'm really gonna miss these, when I head to Amityville." He huffed.
"Oh please, you only do it so you can get away from the house and read - don't lie." Xyra poked him in the side with her tail, before pulling him off the blanket so she could pack it all up int he basket. "Besides, you'll be so busy with school you won't even notice I'm gone."
"Eh, I think I will - in my own way," Zel chuckles weakly before rubbing the bridge of his nose. "But enough, let's hit the maul." He nudged Xyra in the shoulder a little with his before taking her free arm and walking down the hill. "One more day with my best friend before I'm off to learn what it means to be the best."
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Character name: Zealot He Character appearance:Grey humanoid shape with a blue/yellow core wearing an open tunic and vest in grey tones. Clawed hands and the beginning of horns also appear. Link to Heart LogHeart Log Current HP 30/30 Current weapon equipped N/A
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 4:19 pm
Zealot had to continue on. He must exist for the blessings and the goddesses. He swore to himself - when he became a goddess he would return for this girl, and as the bubbles began to billow from his mouth he stabbed with the scissors - the only weapon that remained.
He stabbed it deep into the opening he'd made - She shrieked and then vanished.
So too did the water, which he sputtered and coughed up. Shaking he saw the light from the door. Slowly he rose and headed towards it.
As he turned for the door, he could have sworn he saw the baleful, empty eyes of Xyra - holding the scissors clenched in her fist. With a shiver once more, he steps through the door...
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Character name: Zealot He Character appearance:Grey humanoid shape with a blue/yellow core wearing an open tunic and vest in grey tones. Clawed hands and the beginning of horns also appear. Link to Heart LogHeart Log Current HP 30/30 Current weapon equipped N/A
Waking up in the cold room had been off-putting at best. He'd remembered taking the dagger from the goddess but not falling asleep. Shaking his head, Zealot sat up and began to explore.
He did not like the coldness of the area - or how bright it was. Moving down the hallway, when he heard the thuds he turned around. Only to freeze on the third thud at the sight of the blackened creature.
He did not like this at all...
So he ran.
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50 Feet
Torvil rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:53 pm
Banging on the door, Zealot noticed the note on the left side of the door, stained in red.
Then his eyes reached the right side of the door an noticed the note there.
A= 0 B=1 C=2...
AH! Okay!
Quickly he slammed in the code: 0, 2, 4, 5
Pushing hard against the door he burst out into the forest beyond.
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30 Feet
Torvil rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 5:56 pm
Zealot didn't even stop to look around, he ran as hard and as fast as he could across the bridge, only to stumble and fall as his foot got wedged into the broken plank. Growling, he raised the dagger high over his head and slashed into his foot. Once... Twice... Finally freed, he hobbled along, as his foot began to regenerate - but he could still feel the breath of the enemy on his back...
His only hope was to get ahead as much as he could...
Whirling on the creature at the last second. Zealot raised the dagger high, stabbing down at the enemy. But alas, their scissors found his chest first.
Two quick snips was all it took and he was on the ground, his heart in their hands as they told him.
"Don't worry, it only hurts once."
It had been less than reassuring - and as he faded away. He shook his head, knowing full well he had failed.
