A Game of Gods: A Multiversal Challenge

Sub-Zero continued to taunt Icarax.

"Is that your best?" the ninja mockingly asked. He then jabbed his finger at the traitor's remains and said "Then, it's official: YOU SUCK!" The ninja stomped on Icarax's remains.

After that, he rushed over to Link.

"You had better not die," said the ninja. "Not after that display of heroism. In fact..." He formed three connected triangles, each with a word engraved on them. "Power" on the top one, "Wisdom" on the left one, and "Courage" on the right one. "Take this Kori Triforce."

Yay, top of page 1000!

edited 2nd Jul '11 11:02:15 PM by TestYourMight

Rey nodded to Link, smiling some, turning to regard the gold mask, frowning slightly.

edited 2nd Jul '11 11:05:45 PM by MystyGlyttyr

It was at that point that Iota picked up the mask out of Links hands. Rey would notice that the hand was several times bigger than he was, even in the cramped space they were in.

   "I'll be holding onto this Link. And I shall speak for Lambda when I say, 'Keep Moving'"   

edited 2nd Jul '11 11:05:02 PM by Makuta9999

The body of Icarax drifted apart, its atoms no longer held together by the iron powered will.

At the same time in another universe, the Makuta Gorast, Bitil and Mutran watched as Icarax's scream dissolve with the body.

"Finally...the fool is dead, no longer will he interrupt the grand plan of Teridax".

Rey blinked, looking up, raising an eyebrow slightly, but offering no comment, turning to start to follow after the others.

Sub-Zero kept moving. He moved faster than normal, actually.

Link smiled at Sub-Zero, rather bemused.

"Kori... Triforce? What does it do?"

He took it, anyway.

edited 2nd Jul '11 11:12:29 PM by troydenite

The two shinobi continued to follow the silver-clad Nomad, taking notice of the large figure bringing up the rear but paying it no heed once they saw Iota's symbol on it.

edited 2nd Jul '11 11:10:49 PM by DKN117

The Doctor catches back up.

"It's a token of sorts," said Sub-Zero. "To commemorate the Moment Of Awesome you just had. You had the power to get up and fight, even thought you were badly wounded. You had the wisdom to know exactly how to kill Icarax. You had the courage to hold on and even commit to stopping him."

Going to bed now

He bowed his head.

"I... am grateful for your compliments."

"But in reality, only Courage -"

The mark on his hand lit up dimly -

"Is mine to wield. Wisdom and Power go to others..."

"And together, we form a Trinity..."

"Each member balancing out the other. I don't know why, but something tells me that a great thing has started, a cycle..."

'Of which I have not been the first to take part in.'

"Perhaps one day I will understand what it means...."

edited 2nd Jul '11 11:42:29 PM by troydenite

Hope finished repairing the damage to his leg and stood up, before going to help everyone else.

edited 3rd Jul '11 12:12:23 AM by Deadbeatloser22

Awake

Leaving for 4+ hours

Lambda, as one might expect, has paid little heed to this particular altercation; when it was done, his only reaction was to incline his head in what might have either been approval or simply satisfaction that the distraction and liability that was Icarax had now been dealt with, and continue on his way. He continued to lead the Champions through the winding, eye-filled twists and turns of this crevice, paying the staring, cataract-afflicted orbs little attention as he strode briskly on his way; this march continued for almost ten minutes, at which point the path began to widen once more and the sheer cliffs on either side dropped low enough that brief glimpses of rounded hills and angular shapes that might have been skyscrapers could be seen rising above them.

seveal minutes after that, the Champions at last came out of the defile and found themselves standing on a bluff overlooking the most macabre beach they had ever seen. Waves of a thick, crimson fluid that looked disconcertingly like blood lapped at a curving bar of black sand which stretched as far as the eye could see, and here and there strange cruciform things that might have been withered cacti sprouted from the shoreline; little fronds and tendrils twitched and billowed in the salty breeze, like the feelers of sea lillies searching for prey to snatch up and consume. In the distance, vast shapes could be seen floating in this sanguine ocean; whether these gargantuan and amorphous things were islands, living creatures—or possibly even both—could not be determined, alas, for they were too far out to be seen clearly in the omnipresent gloom. The distant cries of seagulls and other forms of waterfowl filled the air, but no trace of these birds could be found; were they real and simply not visible, or was this some side-effect of a prolonged stay in this strange realm?

In any case, the path was clear; it descended from the bluff via a gentle slope, and then wound its way along the beach for an uncertain distance. Small outcroppings of petrified bone and osseous stalagmites jutted up on either side of the path, delineating it quite clearly; what might happen if the Champions stepped off this path and onto the black sand of that bloody beach was unclear, but in these circumstances it was probably best not to find out.

"We should be getting close," Lambda said, pausing briefly to address the Champions and the other Nomads who were present. "Once we have passed the beach, it won't be long before we arrive at the Prime Lock."

edited 3rd Jul '11 12:01:54 PM by SullenFrog

"Keep your guard up. I can't stop feeling a chill down my spine."

Rey winced slightly, glancing around at everything, clutching at the sword at his side. "We're really getting into the thick of it, aren't we?"

Mason had been knocked out by Icarax, and had caught up to the group.
"I have got to stop getting knocked out."

Sub-Zero was also feeling a chill down his spine. Then again, he always felt a chill down his spine. That was one of the drawbacks of being half-Cryomancer.

"Maybe you should stop diving in head first then."

"I go in gun first."

"You're not the only one..."

Spriggan told Mason, following behind the SOG operative.

As Mason and Spriggan ventured forth along the path, they might notice that they were not alone; partially concealed beneath the black sand, strange hemispherical humps the size of a small child burrowed along on either side of the path, occasionally vanishing from sight as they dug deeper into the ground.

Then the ground began to rumble directly beneath their feet...

"That doesn't sound good..."