Garashria: Age of Evil RP

Alena sighed slightly. No luck with the letter, then... "No, I think I'm fine. Thank you." She looked over at the books on the wall. Maybe there'd be something helpful in those?

@sanojutsu

As you approach the door, the guards act confused at your actions and ready their poleaxes to defend the door if necessary.

@Theodore Hastings

Exiting through the abyss again, the same feeling occurring as before, you find yourself with the other man once more, but in a rather large hall, similar in style to the rest of the other rooms. It is clearly on the outside of the building, as there are various tall windows on one side letting in rays of light. Through the windows can be seen a large outdoor stone compound containing a massive crowd of people gathered before a large platform in an organised congregation, all addressing the front. A door in the hallway leads directly into an isle in the middle of the crowd, leading all the way to the platform.

The stranger begins guiding you to the door, saying "The ceremony began an hour ago. Come on."

Sarah Harrison, Retreat

She stopped dead in her tracks. Whoever she was, now she couldn't exit for the moment... she slowly turned around and headed back to her room, to see if anything there would indicate her... well, anything really.

edited 25th Jun '13 6:30:53 PM by sanojutsu

Basil: Onwards!

Without a word, Basil followed his guide to the door. Whoever was on the other side, it was best not to keep them waiting.

@Karrin Blue

The girl goes back outside the room, shutting the door behind her.

Upon further examination, there many books on the bookshelf, few of which are legible. Some, however, are in English, including:

"Essays on the Moon"

"Maps of the New World"

and

"Against the Mad King".

@daltar

The man nods and says with a lowered voice, "That explains a lot. Well, I am here if you need me, please ask anything you need to ask. I hope that I can help you to regain your memory and find out what this problem is. As long as this problem can be controlled and won't become a danger to the others, I will keep it a secret for you. The gods surely know you are challenged enough these days."

@sanojutsu

Entering your room, you see a strange sight. A woman, possibly the one who hugged you previously, is sitting on the bed with a blackboard and a piece of chalk. She notices you enter and shows you the board, which has written on it, "What is wrong today? You are acting strange."

@Theodore Hastings

The man leads you through the doors and into the blazing sunlight. You both continue down the isle towards the platform, which on closer inspection has three pedestals, each corresponding to one of the three surrounding towers of the building. In the center is a tablet, upon which rests a middle aged man who looks grizzled, but still fairly strong and healthy. He wears little clothing and a large circular symbol is branded, recently by how bloody it looks, on his chest. He looks somewhat similar to the man who guided you here. The pedestals are marked with different symbols, a sword, a scepter and a circular disk. On the pedestal marked by the disk is a woman dressed similarly to you and the other man, who carries a golden disk. The man with the sword walks up onto the sword pedestal, leaving only the scepter pedestal.

edited 26th Jun '13 6:32:11 PM by ImperialSunlight

Basil: Thy Rod and Thy Staff

The sun blinded Basil temporarily as he walked dazily towards the pedestals. He was feeling more and more tempted to ask what was going on, but his guide was so certain that he knew Basil that there was hardly any point. The former prisoner was expected to know what to do, even though he had never seen this place before in his life.

This place sounded less and less like the afterlife with each passing minute. But if he wasn't dead, then where the Hell was he...?

Questions could wait; right now he needed to ascend the sceptor platform and get a sense of what to do next. With a bit of help from his golden staff, Basil climbed to his designated spot and stared down at the man on the tablet.

Something unpleasant churned in his stomach. This definitely didn't feel like Heaven.

Sarah Harrison, First Contact

She blinked astounded at the the woman on her room, as she was surprised. It looked like the woman she had hugged... but then again she could be one of the onlookers. She looked down further at her chalkboard... that explained it, the people here, and now her, had some sort of vow of silence. She went over to her, thought for a second and wrote below her message "I am well, but I feel... a bit unlike myself. Nothing grave, surely"

edited 27th Jun '13 11:15:23 PM by sanojutsu

Elizabeth Maxwell, Thank the Gods

"Thank you very much... you don't know how relieved I feel to hear that... as for the challenges... Why don't you start from there? What happened... to bring that bug woman to our camp? To force us to go away now?" asks Elizabeth, letting out a breath of relief at this fortunate turn of events. Indeed, she couldn't be more thankful to have the help of this one husky man.

edited 27th Jun '13 10:55:30 PM by daltar

@Theodore Hastings

The man with the sword spoke to the crowd in a voice that seems to be magnified in volume, so that everyone in the crowd could hear, "Ladies and gentlemen of the great outpost, you have gathered here today for the annual toll of your empowerment, to once again make an offering to the Sun in all his divine fury. This man, one of the strongest, most able among you has been chosen to be given for the cause of all that is good, and he has submitted valiantly. He will be one with the Sun, contributing to the force that must hold back the darkness clouding the East, a cumulative warrior, a goal that is of even greater importance with the recent grave news. Now, my friends, let us pray, as we begin the sacrifice."

The crowd became completely silent, closing their eyes and mouthing inaudible words.

"We must begin with a firm base of tradition on which to create new life and ideas," the man continues, "And so, we begin with the lady of the disk."

The lady smiles, walking off of the platform to the man on the tablet. She places the disk in the center of the circular symbol on his chest, saying, "With this, the Sun is given a target, so he may always strike true." The disk latched with spectral claws on to the man, who barely reacted, appearing absentminded, as if sedated. A small hole opened in the center, exposing the man's flesh.

"And now, the sword," the man said, walking down as the woman walked back to her platform, "I offer unto the Sun my sword, a tool to cut forth a path to divine inspiration"

He held the sword above the disk momentarily before lowering it into the man's chest. From the hole in the disk, blood began to spill, staining the gold.

"And now, the staff, emissary of the Sun's holy fire", he said, before returning to his pedestal, leaving the sword in the man's torso. Everyone looks at you expectantly.

@daltar

He replied, "We were not originally in this camp. We were forced to abandon our homes after the Huskir-Vitaria war took a turn against us. The Vitarians, who we so recently had practically defeated, their land conquered apart from a single fortress, somehow increased their military prowess greatly, annihilating all companies that fought against them. We are unsure what gave them such great power, but what signs there are point to magic of some kind...

Regardless, we faced defeat after defeat with few survivors, and when we were finally finished, the Vitarians spared our nation, electing only to introduce aggressive punishments, mostly exile, to those who kept the bugs as slaves and, the hypocrites, enforce slavery or vassalage upon the remaining huskies. We camped in this area for the night, and planned to continue soon, but that woman decided we were not leaving fast enough, I suppose. I am surprised that you would forget so much."

"We are close now", he commented, and it was true, the path became more heavily beaten and organised. You begin to pass people travelling the roads, mostly huskies like yourself, but also some bug-people and one or two people with cat-like ears and tails. None seem to pay much mind to your group.

@sanojutsu

She wrote again, below yours, "'Nothing grave?', you kicked the guardian! Can't you tell me what's wrong?"

edited 6th Jul '13 7:58:14 PM by ImperialSunlight

Basil: Think F.A.S.T.

What in God's name was this bastard talking about? Either on Earth or in Heaven, who the Hell worshipped the sun anymore? There was nothing to be gained from throwing a man's life away, even if the idiot volunteered to die!

And yet it seemed that Basil was expected to deliver the final blow. The very thought of it almost made him laugh; he wasn't with God—that was obvious—but wherever He was He must be laughing His Almighty ass off.

Basil took a long look at all the eager faces. Young, old, rich and poor, it seemed like the entire city had come out to watch the sacrifice. Well, they'd have to go home disappointed; today, Basil would break with tradition.

After fourteen years of prison, Basil had learned that there were two methods of getting what one wants: the quick way and the slow way. Men who dove straight for their goal—shouted, banged their fists, and upset others—almost always got their asses handed to them. But men who took the long way, planned ahead and avoided unnencessary roughness were a lot more likely to succeed. No matter what he did now, Basil would be the center of attention; best use that spotlight to his advantage.

Basil took a single step and stumbled. He swore he heard some gasps, but there was bound to be more to come. Reliving his father's tragic episode thirty years before, Basil let his right arm fall numb to his side. The staff clanged on the sandstone platform as Basil mumbled for help in a horribly slurred speech. He pretended to be losing vision, and held his working arm to his head as if to comfort a searing pain. When he felt certain that all eyes—even those of his fellow leaders—were on him, he made a tiny step on his paralyzed leg and fell hard on the stone.

And now he would wait...

"Kicked?" she jotted down "I merely prodded him"

Elizabeth Maxwell

"I see... that... is slowly coming back to me" says Elizabeth, lying through her teeth... but she still had to play the role of this huskie whose body she inhabited "Also... I got called... Princess?"