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 Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:35 pm
You are lost in the fog, the mist, you are in the middle of something, of remembering, experiencing, something important when you hear the calling again. This time it sounds like someone shouting to you from far, far away. Their voice is interrupted by noise, by strange disjointed whispers, and is lost. All you hear is a sense of urgency, of them urging you forward.
The white bleeds now, to grey, and then you are once again in a large hallway. A red, white, gold, and green carpet glides along the floor. Around you are two pillars in the very center. Two large pillars, one shaped like a sword, the second shaped like a staff.
"You have returned." The Great King is standing, hovering. They were almost complete, more visible than ever. "I vowed to help you, and I will continue to do so. Do you remember why?
You do not remember.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 7:36 pm
"I did not expect so, not quite yet," he continues. There is something in one hand.
It is a box. It is tied around with ornate chains, thick and heavy. There are eight locks covering the chains, of various colours. There are three locks smoking a thick black.
"˚ˆ˜© 宆˙¨®."
Two figures appear behind you. They walk towards the Great King, walk through you, without noticing you, both of them stand, but do not kneel. One is a woman dressed in flowing whites, she nods, acknowledging the figure on the throne, before offering an item forwards. A long, ornate crystalline sheath. The second, a figure in deep violets, steps forward almost reluctantly. He pauses, one hand in mid-air, uncertainly, before finally relinquishing, pulling out a set of eight keys.
"Have your desires been fulfilled?" The Great King speaks two, taking the items from them. It feels almost like you are watching a ceremony, an oddly nostalgic one. "Are you ready to return to slumber?"
"I have outlived my purpose, and do not wish to disrupt this world as it has changed to become." The Lady in White speaks first. Still, she does not kneel, only acknowledge. "I wish now to sleep, and only to sleep. I am ready to leave my legacy behind."
"As I no longer exist in this world as what I should be," states Violet, eyes beadily watching the Great King, "I too wish to sleep, and only to sleep. I am ready to leave my legacy behind."
"Then you have fulfilled your purpose." The Great King steps forward. As he does so, they fade away, becoming nothing but glowing orbs of light that slowly retreat and then disappear.
"There are only two more left," the Great King points to the seals, "And one already resolved." He points to the black pillar on his left. "The other remains. It has been a long time, and their grudge still longer, but it is time." He hands you a black key. It is a simple black key, but it seems to carry a strange feeling from within. It feels like a very important memory is stored inside. "There are still those who believe in them."
The black pillar begins to smoke. You hear it and feel it, malevolence, hatred, anger. Revenge. A maelstrom of feelings. You cannot stop it, they simply flow into you. It hurts even before you enter.
OOC: THE LAST ISLAND THE LAST ISLAND gaia_crown GO HERE to read it. Pick and choose as you wish accordingly. Once you have reached the end, simply follow the OOC. There is no need to write an rp reply to this island.
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