@missionmod
Message Mirage Arena Mod
0
likes
133
posts
Cat
Contempt
None
If I need to, I'll intervene. Maybe.
|
Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Aug 17, 2018 12:53:40 GMT -5
 | |
The drum of a sleeping heart. An adversary in which you will find no others. A challenge you cannot begin to face. Where were such things in a world shaped by destruction and sorrow? Why in yourself. I tried waking you up long ago, but you always seemed one step ahead of me, like always you know? I was kind of happy knowing you knew just the right thing to say, to do. sometimes you think too hard though. As much as you tried being an adult, you were just a kid to, huh?
I'm sorry Rynn. For my selfishness.
Such a voice to wake up to. It was familiar, gentle. Almost like a forgotten dream. Opening your eyes you see before you a hazy, grey void. The further into it you look, the darker it becomes. If you try to turn away you soon find yourself being swallowed by Darkness. Jolted, pushed by an unseen hand on your back. When you land you find yourself at the Station. Beneath your feet is a stained glass ground painted with memories of your time in school. The tall library shelves lined with books, the smiling faces of your friends and the reaching hands of the adults you knew and respected but, there, in the center: was you, or least an image of. Atop your head was the traditional conical hat worn by the highest class of magic users and in your hand a heart ❤Upon the station sat three pedestals. They represented the powers that slept deep inside of you.
You have a lot of potential, but you have to lose something to get better at something else. Why is it always like that? I know what one you'll pick, but Rynn, are you sure this is what you want to do? It won't be easy. When you choose...
That voice again. But it was not scolding, nor was it unencouraging. It wanted them to be sure that they were ready. The blade that would rend one's enemies, the shield that would protect one's kin or the scepter in which one could invoke the deepest power to shelter all beneath... @rynn | |
|
|
@Deleted
Message Deleted
likes
0
posts
Deleted
|
Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2018 10:10:48 GMT -5
Once more it was raining, the late phase of Twilight town only slightly murkier than it usually was. The pitter patter of rain on roof tiles creating a relaxing atmosphere of sorts. Thus, Rynn Sigilaem slept soundly. He remained tucked in his bed, all snug and safe... At least to the outside world.
In truth, Rynn found himself in a familiar situation once more. A reoccurring dream now? Or was it a nightmare? He didn't know. Once more, Rynn floated in a place of nothingness, movement far less restricted this time, however, his sight wasn't fully operational just yet. It was as if he had already been dreaming and woke up somewhere else outside of his bed... He could still hear the rain outside, too. That shouldn't be possible, right? Regardless, Rynn floated forward to the point where he last remembered seeing the strange circle in the distance. The further he floated, the duller the sound of the rain on his home got.
It was there, that he began to hear something else. A voice. Familiar and gentle yet unknown, close to home, yet far away. 'A step ahead..?' Rynn thought, confused. Who was speaking? Where were they? Did they need rescuing? Were they okay? Rynn listened intently; was he here to help someone? 'Hm... Just what is this?' He couldn't quite put together what he was experiencing right now. In a sudden burst, Rynn was thrust forward, further and further into the greying abyss. Falling with style at a speed he couldn't pull back from up until he came closer to the circle, Rynn was realigned and therefore able to gracefully tap onto the surface, and normal senses and movement returned to him finally now. He could only just barely make out the sound of rain now, but that wasn't the important thing here.
Finally able to see the platform for what it was, Rynn's analytical eye traced as many facets of it as he could manage. His fondest and most defining moments at school, the library chock full of wonderful texts, Rynn's closest friends, and respected role models... Rynn almost began to tear up, seeing those things alone, truly resonated with him. He stepped back to view the centerpiece; none other than himself, adorned in the garb of an accomplished mage. Rynn knew he wasn't quite there yet, but perhaps this was a representation of his end goal? "Wow..." The young man was astounded, nearly breathless.
He couldn't dwell on his amazement however, that familiar voice reached him once more. It was hard to make out how they felt. They weren't against him, nor were they rooting for him. An interesting conundrum indeed. "H-hello? Where are you? Are you hurt?" Rynn looked around, concerned for one he could not yet find, as pillars holding intriguing items formed in three separate places. The voice implied that this was likely a place of challenges and trials. The only real way here was forward, so was Rynn to choose between these items?
A sword, slayer of foes, great physical strengths. A shield, protector of the innocent, a symbol of kindness. A scepter, conjurer of wonders, potential given form.
Rynn never saw himself as one made to cause true harm, he would of course step forward in the defense of those that could not defend themselves from cruelty, and of course he had great magic power through his bloodline... But that was not who he was, not entirely. There was something that wouldn't change whether he had that connection to magic, something deeper, something his heart truly would sing for no matter what. The will to protect.
With a decisive stride, Rynn made his way towards the Shield and gazed upon it. In its reflection as it turned, he saw his reflection. He knew his choice, and he knew it well, it was as if he chose his true self. Rynn abandoned the sword, acknowledged the scepter, and chose to take the shield.
Rynn's HP: 10/10
|
|
@missionmod
Message Mirage Arena Mod
0
likes
133
posts
Cat
Contempt
None
If I need to, I'll intervene. Maybe.
|
Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Aug 19, 2018 8:22:40 GMT -5
| |
As expected... you've always been that way...
The voice seemed to know Rynn, but before they could again ask of its association with the guardian a light brightened a new path of painted glass, leading down into what looked to be another Station. At first glance it seemed to be cordoned off by walls, but upon a deeper look this one was littered with books. Towers of tomes with overgrown with vines chocking their spines and bending their covers. Stone Gargoyles watched over their treasures, their horde. Rynn had a choice. They could return to sleep, or continue on. You always had a choice. You could risk your own life, or save another. As if to further test their will the stone Gargoles began to crack, their flesh of granite peeling off to reveal dark shadows that were painted with untold mischief and malice. The cackling cries of the entities filled the bottom station, a chasm of mayhem. They would stretch their arms and wings before taking to the air, their hind talons grasping at their book perches, tearing to shred the knowledge of generations. It was almost symbolic. These books, after all, were books and stories that Rynn had read throughout his life. These menaces, much unlike the Shadows that he had faced in he path, were destroying all he knew and loved. Like rabid chimps the flying enemies took to tossing the books between one another in a game! Where one would throw it, another would dive into the falling tome and tear it to shreds with a swift motion of its claws. It was dangerous... Overall there were four of them, spread out across the station, always in pairs. There was a clear, straight path through this Station to the next, but he could also put an end to the Gargoyle's games. How would Rynn face this challenge?
Gargoyle Heartless A: [hp=4/4]
Gargoyle Heartless B: [hp=4/4]
Gargoyle Heartless C: [hp=4/4]
Gargoyle Heartless D: [hp=4/4] | |
|
|
