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Post by Alexander on Feb 6, 2011 0:24:58 GMT -6
" You sure are clever, young girl. I would not mind tagging along with you lot, in this bizarre place." he said, rather quietly.
He then saw as the puny young, red-haired man in red robes blabbered about being the... Crimson Mage? He just went on and on about the Book of Scrying... it did not make sense at all.
"Why, 'Crimson Mage' " sarcastiacally laying emphasis on that name, he continued, " I believe you have just lost track of what you just said. Would you care to just explain to me what you thought, once more?" Alex taunted the young mage.
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Elena
The "Before" years
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Post by Elena on Feb 9, 2011 21:37:10 GMT -6
Elena watched as the other talked to this new guy. Why was this group always so quick to trust people? She didn't trust this guy as far as she could throw him. Which was at all. What? Thieves were built for speed, not strength. She stayed away from the new guy, eyeing him again as they kept talking. If he was there for her treasure... Well, let's just say Elena wouldn't take kindly to that. Not one bit. She ran a finger over the hilt of her knife slowly. She'd be sure to keep it close at all times now. Not that she didn't before, but even more so now. Something was a brewing, and she was gonna be ready when it hit.
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Garnet
Hero
The Scarlet Brand
You call these bandits? You should'a seen what I had to deal with in Sacae!
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Post by Garnet on Feb 9, 2011 21:41:00 GMT -6
Garnet eased up a bit on hearing Riza's words. He had little reason to accept what she was saying as true, but he had a nagging feeling that she was right, or at least that he was more than he seemed. He didn't know why.
"This is unbelievable. You ask to join us, and then throw jibes at us? We've got better things to do than...." Oh, what was that annoying buzz? When had it even started? Garnet could see the others could hear it as well, so it wasn't just him.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it faded into quiet again, leaving the rooms quiet. A sinister, if slightly familiar voice laughed, ringing out from the nearby entrance to the maze.
"Crimson... Hehehe... It's so, bleh. I don't see how you can bear to wear such things, Crimson Mage. Oh wait! It's because you have no sense of style!"
Garnet raised an eyebrow at hearing this voice. Something about it sounded so familiar, and yet, not quite right. It was still hidden though, someplace near the entrance of the maze, but inside.
"I don't need to see you to know that your face is turning red with shame at the truth of my words. Hahahaha."
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
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Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Feb 10, 2011 12:57:19 GMT -6
"You get two points. One for referring to me by my proper title. One because I like your beard. The rest of your story blew, it was like you didn't even say it, oh wait you didn't." Elias crossed his arms, nodding as he spoke. "However, I guess I could repeat it. I'll go slower this time, so green cloaked giants who shall go unnamed because I don't know their names can follow along." He took in a breath and prepared to give the most crimson explanation ever explained by anyone's lips ever in the entirety of forever across this and every over universe fathomable, but instead he was interrupted by some disembodied voice complimenting him.
"Oh, thank you." He smiled for the heartfelt compliment. "If my face turned red it'd fit even better, hopefully it does." He had no sense of style, because his sense transcended all other senses. It was one all his own, and it was kind of the voice to notice such a thing.
"Anyways, back to the book. It's old as crap, probably written in gibberish and not something any of us can use right out." Well maybe Cecil could a little, but he didn't need to know that. "It's not really something to fight about, but I'm not suggesting we should 'work together'. Well, not until you explain yourself a bit more then 'I want the book too' how did you find this place? I'm assuming you entered after we so politely unlocked the door, but the actual location itself is hidden under a million other hills and bandits. To get in so closely after us, means you weren't far from us... but we never heard any commotion like a fight." Elias explained as clearly as he could for slower minded individuals.
"Basically. Who are you and why are you here? Please a real answer this time."
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Post by Alexander on Feb 15, 2011 21:56:36 GMT -6
" I am...Alecto. An artifact collector of sorts. But probably now is not the time to be carrying out a conversation, someone's coming." Alex said as he became alert. He clutched his dragonstone....he would probably need to transform, hopefully he'd kill these guys so that would be the last time they'd see him in dragon form.
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Post by Mana on Feb 19, 2011 11:45:26 GMT -6
"Okay. It is just me or I really heard a voice." Mana said to herself when she heard that mysterious and mystical voice challenged Elias, insulting his red sense with sharp words. Elias seemed fine enough, perhaps he didn't care about this voice, whoever's it was. The problem was...WHO? Hopefully not a friend of the green robed man.
Great...That green robed man was not enough? They was getting into her nerves, both Alex and the voice. Mana felt scared a little for this invisible newcomer, it might be an enemy, a monster, or something she would never imagine. Whatever it was, she waited for the others' reaction. She couldn't track the voice, it felt like the ruin itself was the one who talking to them.
Gripping her sword hilt tighter, she glanced to Garnet as she hoped him to do something or at least tell her what to do. He was the unofficial leader of their treasure hunting group after all. "Garnet, do you know what we should do now?"
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Lilith
Shaman
Never forget who you are, for surely the world will not
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Post by Lilith on Feb 19, 2011 15:52:03 GMT -6
Riza steadied her shaking hand. She grabbed her tome and held it to her chest. The voice was very unnerving. It seemed to fill the air with dark energy. She directed her attention to Elias, who seemed to be agitating Aleco. 'Please, Elias, do not anger this man. He could be a very powerful ally! Or a terrible enemy," she said, her voice trembling a bit.
The small shaman-to-be looked around the labyrinth, trying to find the source of the voice making her so anxious. She felt her tome's power in her hand, like a soft coo of a mother to its child. She was glad she had such magic at her disposal, and thinking of how she knew to use it steeled her nerves. "Well. on with it, I say. There is still much to explore. We will deal with the owner of the voice when we find it, just like we did with the dreadhounds."
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
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Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Feb 20, 2011 22:00:59 GMT -6
"Now now, that doesn't make any sense. If I'm already covered in red, what will adding more red do? That's just silly, you wouldn't be able to see it at all. I know. I've gotten blood on me before and I honestly couldn't tell. You're odd Mr. Disembodied voice of impending doom." He conversed with the weird thing talking to them who they could not see. Elias was so popular that he had multiple conversation at once, and some of them with people who don't exist. Gosh it was hard being so awesome sometimes.
He moved on to Razzle. "Listen missy. I've been a mage for like a bajillion years, I already know this junk. Which is exactly WHY it's so important to get things straightened up right now." He crossed his arms and looked at the freaking out Riza. "ESPECIALLY if a fight is coming up." He looked at Beardy McGreenRobe. "Otherwise when we're not paying attention KABOOM we be dead." Seriously. A green robe? Who does that?
"Ah well, far be it for me to be the suspicious one." He groaned, it was a bit odd. Just earlier he was getting annoyed at Garnet for being ultra suspicious and now WHOOPS NOW ELIAS IS. It would even be ironic if he had voiced those thoughts instead of letting them stew and grow into some kind of marinara of madness. "Especially when I'm so outvoted." It would be best to get this show on the road anyway, it's dragged on long enough for how boring it was. Why do ancient and dead civilization have to be so ancient and dead and boring. Blah. "So I'll shut up." A tragedy befitting the most dramatic works.
He'd be keeping an eye on Beardy though. Oh yes.
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Garnet
Hero
The Scarlet Brand
You call these bandits? You should'a seen what I had to deal with in Sacae!
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Post by Garnet on Feb 22, 2011 18:34:10 GMT -6
Garnet stirred from his listening. The shaman girl seemed quite spooked by all that was going on. Garnet, whether through ignorance or sheer bluster (probably a bit of both), was far less shaken than Mana or Riza.
"C'mon. This delay isn't getting us anywhere. We've got to move forward. Voices, unexpected guests, or what have you, I'm not stopping."
The red-haired swordsman stepped forward, and drew his slim sword from the sheath at his side. "Alecto...." The mercenary fixed the man with a steady gaze. "This weapon is for enemies. Don't make me use it on you." He didn't trust this newcomer, but he was starting to get antsy to get done with their errand and out of the cave.
Garnet approached the maze entrance, and hesitated a moment, before plunging in. The next thing he knew, he was on the open fields. It was hot, at least compared to the inside of the cave he'd been in, and very sunny. The mercenary staggered around for a bit, bewildered at the sudden change in locations. He could feel confusion and fear trying to hammer it's way into his will. To counter that, he shut out all but the most basic issues at hand. He was in a wide open field, not in the cave. Then he noticed the road ahead of him. He stared at it for a moment, before deciding that the best thing to do would be to walk the path.
Things were still confusing as heck to him, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to figure any of this out if he tried. Either he'd gone crazy, or... "...Magic..." The word slipped out as more of a curse, than anything else.
Ahead, he could see a village which seemed to be made up of sacaen yurts. That was what was on his road.
OoC: Alright, sorry for keeping this in the dark for so long, but I haven't had the idea very long anyway. Basically, the maze will be tempting you with what you most wish, or throwing something which you most fear at you. It doesn't really matter whether your character is in the same "reality" or not. Perhaps the places will even converge? Do what you will.
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Nathaniel
Monk
Morning Lord, your daughter said there would be eggs?
Posts: 58
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Nathaniel on Feb 22, 2011 20:14:02 GMT -6
Nathaniel followed the Mercenary into the darkness. There were a few seconds where he felt like his eyes were on fire. He covered them on primal instinct. When he opened his eyes he was marching with his old unit. But for some reason, he didn't feel like himself. He usually marched at the head of his unit, not the middle. Wait his unit? You haven't been a soldier for some time he told himself. But the officer (lieutenant) at the head of the unit, rode a large black stallion. He turned around and Nathaniel saw his face. Nathaniel, although he never rode a horse while marching, saw his face on the mans body.
He saw a large city that he didn't recognize. He didn't know where he was but this wasn't a memory from his campaigns. They were nearing the town and the day was growing darker.
The city was massive, as was the army he marched in. They all wore the yellow armor and flew the Etruria banner. No... Nathaniel thought. He hated this army. He looked back to the city. There was a system of tall buidings near the center of the city. Oh, and not to mention, there was a giantwal around the city, with the only gate where they were marching.
They reached the closed gates as dusk fell, and a group of men from the city stood scared out of their minds. The men held what passed for weapons for them, one or two of them carried swords. But the Vinyard Vanguard had ways of getting through gates. One of the generals ordered the battering ram. Nathaniel started to move. He had been reffered to as the ra because of his fighting style. Battering Ram, though, was the large wheeled contraption that a few strong men pulled back a set of chains. Then the large log capped with nickle swung into the gates thrustin it open.
Luckily the city had no need for archers, because as his unit rushed forward, it became apparent he was part of the forlorne hope on the city.
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Lilith
Shaman
Never forget who you are, for surely the world will not
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Post by Lilith on Feb 23, 2011 22:55:22 GMT -6
Riza walked forward, shaking the notion of an unseen assailant form her head. Her limbs stopped shaking, and she felt confidant again. She walked on. The darkness inside the passage was absolute. For some reason. Riza felt at home in it. It caressed her, enveloped her, fit her snugly, like it was calling out to her. It made her feel alone, safe. Indeed, she could no longer hear any of her companion's voices.
A light appeared ahead of her. It was flickering, like a torch held by someone. Riza ran to it. She met face to face with a woman in a black cloak. Even within the folds of the cloak, she could make out the woman's busty, curved figure. Something about her was wrong. Her waist seemed too thin, her curves exaggerated. The woman's voluptuous yellow hair fell down to her waits, each lock carefully taken care of.
"We meet at last, little maiden," the woman said. Her eyes, green like Riza's seemed to glow in the dim light. "Dont you love it here? In this darkness? I know what you were thinking before. How calming, how nice it is. darkness is nice. Darnkess... is power."
"You should know that you shouldn't-" Riza began. The woman cut her off. "I will do the talking here." "Who are you?" "I am... perfect. Embrace the darkness inside of you, and you will be perfect as well. You may have heard stories... Man's first wife, she who wanted more... And took it. Power. Beauty... All can be yours. I am Lilith, silly girl. Don't you know me?"
Riza looked around. She realized that this was not where she was supposed to be. "You, I am not like you. I will not let this power control me. I... I! There is magic here, sinister magic it- Gah!" Riza fell to her knees, and she found that Lilith had placed her hand on her head. "The Labyrinth knows you. The Labyrinth knows everything." her voice became many, like a chorus of demons. Her hand tightened on Riza's head, and she felt a tendril of thought emanate from it into her. It shoved aside a mental block, a barrier, and flooded her mind with memories.
A green-haired mage, a brown- tressed pupil. Bandits, travels, and the crushing dark. Her name... The name once lost.
Lilith's hand came away from Riza's head. "I... I am Lilith..." Riza said, her eyes filled with tears. The woman laughed, and her twisted form disappeared.
The corridor went dark again, and Riza collapsed. "Elias!" she shouted out the first name that came to mind.
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Garnet
Hero
The Scarlet Brand
You call these bandits? You should'a seen what I had to deal with in Sacae!
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Post by Garnet on Feb 25, 2011 19:12:17 GMT -6
As Garnet moved up the road, the path seemed to warp and change. It was dizzying. The corners of his vision always seemed to be moving, altering, or twisting in some way.
He was no longer on the plains. Now he saw his village tucked away in the sloping hills which had surrounded it. Scenes from his life played across his senses: watching his Uncle Bryant disciplining his men for unnecessarily rough treatment of a prisoner, the time that Bryant had thrown a smug, troublemaker of a druid face first into the muck behind the town inn, His Uncles eventual promotion to Captain of the Guard, Garnet's own acceptance into the town guard. Things turned nasty then: seeing his town burned by the mob attacking it, Bryant being pulled under the riot's embrace, his own fall into bitterness when nothing was done to make amends for his home.
He'd been trained all his life to uphold the law. Now, that law seemed to have died.
"Garnet, what are you doing?"
The mercenary looked up, slim sword still gripped in his hand. What he saw stole the breath from him. His home was all around him, and the voice addressing him...
"Uncle... You can't be here. You're dead, or at the very least... well, not here."
"Nice to see you to, Boy." The man appeared little different than Garnet remembered him. Perhaps a bit older, but nothing else. He still stood tall, and he still projected an air of confidence. "Forgive me, when I say those weren't the words I was looking for. Maybe, "Hello Uncle. I'm glad to see you." would have been a better choice."
Garnet looked around. The world still seemed to waver when he truly scrutinized it. Everything except his Uncle, that is.
"I was in a cave. Not here. Nowhere even close to home.... This is a trick." He angled his sword towards the one who looked like his Uncle.
"You're right. It's a trick. The labyrinth you entered is testing you. The strength of your will, your intelligence, your values, your convictions.... Everything about you is being put to the measure. And you really don't want to be pointing that sword at me, now do you?"
The... Impostor was right. Garnet didn't want to even hold a weapon in the same room with his Uncle, even an illusion. He respected the man too much. "Then none of this is real, is it? This is just a test of some sort?"
"It's as real as you make it, Garnet. Only that damnable suspicion of yours keeps you from being fully immersed in the labyrinth. Makes everything appear a bit wavy."
"Then, you're not real either.... Just another part of this sick game." The mercenary sighed. For a moment, he'd wanted to believe, however irrational it was, that Bryant was right here, in front of him.
"Hold on, do I look as if I'm wavering?"
Garnet looked again. It brought up all the old wounds that he'd thought he'd healed. The man standing before him was as strong as he'd been in life, and just as solid in appearance. There was nothing that seemed to waver about him. Garnet lowered his eyes and shook his head. "No, you seem real enough to me, but I can't accept that. It's not a possibility."
"You already have, Lad. Otherwise, I wouldn't be standing here. I told you. Things are as real as you make them, and we both know that you never did manage to let go of the past."
The apparition approached, and placed his arm around Garnet's shoulders. "Now C'mon. Let's go talk about what you've been doing at the inn.Tam's been brewing a special batch of his cider, or so I've been told."
The Red-headed mercenary started to take a few steps, but then stopped. "Uncle, I can't. There are things... responsibilities that I have outside of this labyrinth. I have to leave." He needed to get out of there, he realized. As inviting as it felt, he knew it wasn't real. Sitting back and taking his ease in this place wouldn't do any good for the people who needed him. He couldn't justify staying.
"Listen to me, Garnet." Bryant turned an put both hands on Garnet's shoulders. "I'm proud of you, you've done what you thought was best, but look around. Go on, look at the old oak tree on the east corner. Headsman's hill is off to the north. The Bridge, over the Trickle Rapids. Look at them.... They're growing solid, hmm? You can't leave now. This is where you belong."
Garnet did look, and found that his Uncle was right: Things were much more solid than they had been a moment before. He broke contact and backed away, quickly. "No!" A simple deception. That's all it was. But it was one that his heart had held onto since the time it had been ripped from his life. "I have to stop this. There are those suffering from injustice out there. They're being ground into the dirt by tyrants, exploiters, criminals."
"The only criminal here, my Boy, is you. Executing a man without a proper trial. Merely because you believed his crimes to warrant such treatment? Couldn't the same also be said of you? Without the law, we have no standard for right and wrong. You went against that standard when you killed, ohhh... Lord What'shis'face?"
Garnet felt a pang of regret enter into him at the mention. The man had been a brutal criminal, a slave trader, a smuggler, and he had clearly not regretted any of his actions. Far from it in fact. He had seemed to revel in his power, and use it as often as he pleased..., but Garnet had still killed him without fair representation in court.
"Your very motives seem to revolve around causing disorder. In fact, challenging the existing law structure in Etruria seems to be your only purpose, other than survival, and a few other trivial concerns, like your friends."
Something in that last set of words, made Garnet look up. He hadn't realized that he had dropped to his knees, but he felt no need to stay there anymore.
"You, are a construct of this labyrinth and my memories of my Uncle. When you were formed, the labyrinth read my belief that my Uncle would never, ever stop upholding the law, but it missed something. A human factor, called morals." Garnet climbed to his feet, and stood tall, matching the false representation of his Uncle in confidence.
"You are not my Uncle. There is no way in the glorious heights, or the darkest depths that my Uncle would stand for the law as the Prophet has shaped it. I'm leaving."
Bryant's visage wavered before him as Garnet made to move around. The very world itself seemed to have cracks in it which light or dark poured through. His Uncle had been an anchoring piece, holding everything together. With the foundation of that piece destroyed, the rest of the illusion was faltering.
"I can't let you do that, Garnet. You are to remain here." When the mercenary looked back, he saw that his uncle had drawn a sword. "Please, You've been like a Son to me.... Don't make me do this."
Garnet felt stricken. He wanted to justify his actions, run away, obey. Anything but fight the man who had raised him. A rift appeared behind the apparition, and Garnet knew that that was the way out. "Don't do this Son."
Garnet felt his confidence wavering. His Uncle was reforming again. Garnet moved to go through the rift, but found the point of his Uncle's sword at his chest.
Bryant sighed. "I have no other option I see. Garnet, I'm sorry, but I have to place you under arrest. Drop your blade."
Something in the mercenary snapped when he heard those words. He still felt torn about resisting this representation of his Uncle, but he managed to conjur up the will to knock his opponent's weapon aside with his arm and drop back into a guard.
Battle was joined, and Bryant drove in with a fury. The older man had always been more than a match for his nephew, but Garnet was resolute in his fighting. He didn't need to defeat his opponent: only get through the rift. Blades met as the two battled their way back and forth, Garnet's sword batting aside a strike only to have his own strikes knocked aside just as fast, if not quicker.
Finally, Garnet saw an opportunity, and drove in fast, grappling with his opponent and levering Bryant's sword blade back against the older man's shoulder. Unfortunately, Bryant was able to duplicate the maneuver. The end result was that both men had their weapons pinned, laying flat back against their own shoulders. If one made a move to free his weapon, he'd cut his own shoulder open.
"Well, it's been a while since someone pulled that trick on me, Garnet. Well played. Unfortunately, we're stuck like this until one of us makes a move, or, more likely, my men find us."
"That's not true, Shade...." Garnet knew what he had to do, but doing it would feel like a betrayal to the man who he loved as a father. He had to stop holding himself up to the standard of his Uncle, and form his own motivations. He had to proceed on his own path. He had to let go of the past.
A pained expression formed on Garnet's face, as he decided to follow through. No more would he let his Uncle's memory dictate what he did. It was time for Garnet to choose his own path. He couldn't be a guard anymore. That wasn't going to be big enough for him. He would become A champion for the oppressed. Even if his path wasn't always recognizable, it was time for him to realize his path.
"Goodbye, Uncle. I won't abandon the values which you taught me, but I have to find my own path from now on."
And with that, it was as if the world shattered. Everything which had seemed to waver in and out of existence before dissipated, and the shade of his uncle dissolved into nothing. Garnet himself was left with an empty feeling. He didn't have any idea what to do next, but he realized that that void was going to be filled with the course that he chose to fill it with. With shaken confidence, Garnet stepped forward through the rift which remained behind.
-And fell to his knees, exhausted and hyperventilating..
Looking around, he realized that he was near the exit of the maze that he'd entered into. Riza was nearby as well, but he couldn't make anyone else out yet.
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Garnet
Hero
The Scarlet Brand
You call these bandits? You should'a seen what I had to deal with in Sacae!
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Post by Garnet on Mar 1, 2011 19:08:02 GMT -6
After a moment of rest, Garnet continued looking around. No one else had come out yet, but that didn't mean he felt the freedom to just leave his friends, with nothing done for them.
He slowly, stiffly, rose to his feet, one of two apparent escapees, and approached the girl nearby before dropping to his knee by her. "Riza, are you alri...? Will you be alright?" If she'd been through anything like he'd been subjected to, than it was unlikely that she was alright right now. His adrenaline was still pumping, and he could still feel his struggle subsiding within his mind.
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Lilith
Shaman
Never forget who you are, for surely the world will not
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Post by Lilith on Mar 1, 2011 22:18:24 GMT -6
Riza looked up. It was not Elias that had come to her side, but Garnet. She looked up at him and smiled, about to tell him she was fine, when she was overcome with nausea. She turned away and heaved up her lunch, making awful retching sounds. When she had finished, she said,
"I feel better now. This labyrinth is evil. Though... I think it helped me. I... I've been struck with amnesia, because I lost myself to the magic I possess... But now, though through a horrible mimicry of reality, this place has broken through some barrier in my mind. I can remember everything now. I am Lilith DeGarte." she got up and put her hand on Garnet's shoulder. "Let's help the others."
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Post by Alexander on Mar 2, 2011 2:26:33 GMT -6
Alex had wlaked with the group for sometime now. He remained quiet, not trying to make a huge drama. It looked like they were highly suspicious of him as of now.
But then he saw as the others were fading away...he could see the red-haired mercenary panting for a second.... just a small glimpse... and then he faded away too.
The room changed into a huge desert, and to his right, he saw them- his grandfather and father.
"Grandfather, what are you doing here? You too father, why are you here?...Where are we?" Alexandr asked the other two dragons.
Alexander, boy, you've been quiet violent lately. Do you truly think the Black gem is you destiny? his grandfather asked, kindly.
"Grandfather, what are you saying? Do you not know how the humans disrespect us? They kill our kind, they have no shame or regret. Why should we spare them?" he asked, angered by his grandpa's words.
"Poor, poor Alex. Do you honestly think by killing the humans, others will feel sorry for their kind's deeds? You have been blinded by anger and revenge, this might be your downfall!" his grandfather said, now equally angered.
"Granfather, how can you say this? Power is everything! Through power, we can make people bend to our will! We will not suffer disrespect and discrimination! We shall hold power and respect in our hands!" he said, clenching his fist.
"You say that power can do such things? Well then, Alex, I'm sure you are very stronger, with your age and explorations? Why not have a small battle with me? I'll make it quick, and I'll be sure to destroy that pride and revenge in your heart." he said, smirking.
"Ok grandfather! I'm sorry, but if this is how it is supposed to be, I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN!" Alex screamed, furious.
"Father, are you sure Alex needs this?" Alex's father asked the older man, sighing. "He is pathetically immature and weak at the moment. He does not understand the true nature of us dragons yet." he continued.
"Son, sometimes we need to crush the immaturity that lies in the hearts of people. Same goes for Alexander. Especially since he's a dragon. He needs to show great maturity, well I'll make sure that happens!" Alexander's grandfather exclaimed, transforming at once.
Alex transformed too. He could feel immense power.... he looked at his own body. It had been a very long time.. in fact, he probably never transformed this much in his life. His first complete transformation.... he liked it. He looked at his grandfather.... and smiled to himself. His grandfather was old and comparitively weak. He'd never stand a chance against him.
Alex felw straight at the older dragon, scratching at him, but it was no use, the older one's scales were harder and sturdier. The response was severe- the older dragon headbutted Alex on to the ground.
Alex got up, shaken by the sheer force of the attack. His grandfather was capable of such power?
The gray, older dragon came up with a huge fire breath. Alex tried to breath fire too... but he was weak. Only a small ball of fire was shot, and countered, and the flames burnt Alex.
Enraged, Alex tried to slash at his grand father with all his might, but he got smashed right on to the ground by the older one's tail. Weakened, Alex returned to his human state, bleeding.
"Alexander, poor child. You fought bravely... but as I sade, your lust for power and anger will be your downfall. A dragon is the embodiment of wisdom, and you seem to have none of it. Remember that if you want to prevent more disrespect for dragons..... it depends on you. Actually show some wit to the humans, you immature fool!" his grandfather adviced, the last sentence being harsh.
These words hit Alexander so hard, he suddenly felt numb and then.... his father and grandfather were fading away... and he saw the figures... the red-haired mercenary and the blond girl.... was this a vision? Even so... were his motives wrong? What was his purpose?
He mustered up all his strength to move closer to the other two. He wondered why they were panting so much.... why was he panting so much anyways?
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