The Game - Gathering the players [Team Dusk, closed]

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While Sylira is by far the most civilized region of Mizahar, countless surprises and encounters await the traveler in its rural wilderness. Called the Wildlands, Syliran's wilderness is comprised of gradual rolling hills in the south that become deep wilderness in the north. Ruins abound throughout the wildlands, and only the well-marked roads are safe.

Re: The Game - Gathering the players [Team Dusk, closed]

Postby Kamalia Timandre on February 11th, 2010, 7:18 pm

Doors, hearts and magic. Doors, hearts and magic. Doors, hearts and magic! Kamalia’s crimson eyes widened, incredulous, as pieces of the puzzle seemed to finally come into place on their own volition. The Alahean architecture, the arcane sorceries employed to eternalize the entire structure, the mysterious beating heart on the pedestal and the magically sealed doors! How could she have been so slow and stupid that she had not been able to unravel this mystery earlier on her own? For a moment, Kamalia was not sure whether to throw her arms around her kelvic bondmate or bang her head against the pavement. As the initial shock of this realization faded, the konti wizard nodded slowly.

Now that the story and symbolisms behind this game were now as bare as moonlight, the konti maiden planned to disclose her own discovery with Gromhir and Stitch as soon as they reunited. Kamalia well knew the horrifying reputation of the God of Puppetry and Manipulation, and the fate of those who earned his favor –and of course, those who fell out of it. Once a mortal Alahean wizard, the Puppeteer was undeniably resourceful, ruthlessly ambitious enough that he had struck the gods in their feeblest state as divine forces clashed in a colossal battle.

And when the Valterrian shook and scorched Mizahar, he grabbed the sliver of opportunity and stole the Heart of Aquiras, the God of Doors, eventually becoming a god himself through the ritual of apotheosis. Kamalia’s eyes glinted with delight at this discovery, and strangely enough, she was beginning to like the Game. Now, if her theories were correct, what did this Game have to do with Sagallius Hrin? Did the Puppeteer create this Game himself? Kamalia honestly doubted this, but she could not be certain. Her own heart thumped in excitement, but she felt the surge of fear swelling up in her throat. If a god turned against them, how can they ever defend themselves against its powers? It dawned on the konti wizard how small, how vulnerable they were in this castle.

Quitting was not an option however. She saw in Stitch’s eyes, blind though they were, the resolve and the conviction of someone who will do whatever it takes to win this game. That in itself was another puzzle to solve, and Kamalia’s frustration increased fourfold. What was she able to solve after all these rationalizing? Now was not the time to rationalize. It was time for action.

Carefully, methodically, Kamalia scanned the Questions Shop. There was nothing really impressive or truly bizarre inside the small building save for the three eggs that resembled those of a glassbeak and an ornate golden hammer. She inspected the plaque on the wall and studied the rules.

“Sweet Avalis,” breathed the konti wizard, eyes growing wide as she read Stitch’s name. Slender arm shaking, she slid a finger across the word “orphanage”, and remembered the happy faces of the three children at the Welcome Home whenever she taught them music. The Game had just answered one of her questions—for free, no less—but she did not like the answer. How can someone be so heartless to think of burning down an orphanage? What was this game all about? She did not want to believe it, and she forced herself not to.

Suddenly, the konti felt weary of intrigue. She would inquire Stitch about this matter later, and if she sensed that he lied, she would be forced to use her Sight to pry information from him. Kamalia breathed again in an attempt to appease her fears.

Eyes skimming over the three eggs again, the konti maiden held the inkpot in a tightly clenched fist as she debated what best to do. Apparently, breaking an egg would entail sinning. She was not exactly certain she wished to become a sinner so early in the Game.

No, there was a better way.

Kamalia rummaged her bag, took from it an opal bowl set in a silver holder engraved with runes and scenes honoring the Seer Goddess, and placed it on the tabletop. From her waterskin, she poured silvery liquid into the bowl. Perhaps Avalis had not abandoned her at all. Through her goddess, there will be no unobscured truths. She had faith that the Seer Mother will protect her. Graceful fingers fluttered above the bowl, and she waited for the waters to swirl and dance.

Closing her eyes, the seer chanted a Kontinese prayer to Avalis, the Oracle Mother. She needed not to ask questions. Avalis just had to read her daughter’s heart and she will show her the way.

After the divination session, no matter the results, she would take the bowl with her along two of the eggs, and leave the Questions Shop to regroup with the Team.

She almost stumbled upon Rhylen by the door. Not one to quickly trust humans, she sniffed indifferently, “It is alive, all right," she said coldly, "and Team Dawn is not our only opponent. Here, take one of these,” she gingerly handed an egg to Rhylen, “and hand it with utmost care. I shall confer with the group everything that I know. Let us go.”
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Re: The Game - Gathering the players [Team Dusk, closed]

Postby Demetri Velutina on February 13th, 2010, 4:30 am

As Demetri was about to enter the forge Sasin's voice stopped him in place only for a brief second, not even turning to look at the Dhani. Demetri had no interest in scaling a wall clearly ignoring Sasin's as he proceeded to enter the forge. The forge was like everything else he had seen so far, that being drollingly kept. The place seemed clear of any present danger Demetri started to walk around and examine the racked weapons. He seemed to gawk at each not seeing himself use any of them ever... thou one of the others in the group could. His mind seemed to wander as he slowly scraping the claw of his index finger along the top of the anvil. The inscriptions on the near sword reading them aloud "I only speak the truth... " As the inscriptions changed the soft look of nobility his eyes held turned to wondrous curiosity."The blind man is desperate to win... Right now he is inspecting an item that lets one defect to the other team.."

Demetri waited for more as he stood over the strange sword. A minute passed before he took his eyes off the sword his mind on Stitch. He started to pace around the forge thinking how such a item could help his own needs. Demetri decided to take the sword. He knew that the game was in play and the sword might be obviously some sort of ruse made to ruin his teams chances but, with caution he would find Stitch and seek the truth himself.

Once he exited the forge a loud noise came from the the central tower seeing the the large sign "1 Sinner... ". Making his way over to the main keeps doors where the heart was still on its pedestal, noticed Sasin standing around. The young Symenestra held the sword i his left hand with the flat of its blade resting against his shoulder."So anything strange happen to you my friend?"
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Re: The Game - Gathering the players [Team Dusk, closed]

Postby Stitch on February 13th, 2010, 5:14 am

Stitch carefully approached the shelves on the walls, swiveling his auristic gaze around the room, looking for anything of interest. The leather tube cases seemed to be the only thing to warrant attention, and Stitch stepped to them, grabbing one and opening it. Gingerly shaking the tube to release the innards, Stitch halfway expected a snake to crawl forth, or poison to explode from deep within. He was quickly proven to be simply paranoid, the single scroll slowly plopping onto his outstretched hand. Mentally eying the scroll, he closed and pocketed the empty leather tube, and unraveled the parchment. His magical eyes could somehow read the text, and he wasn't sure if that was something that should concern him or not. Even the ink here wasn't normal. Biting his lower lip, chiding himself for his paranoia, he started to read. The first scroll he grabbed was the Scroll of sacrifice. He nodded to himself, gently setting the parchment on one of the nearby shelves, and grabbed another scroll. Just checking to see if they were any different, he went through a multitude of scrolls, finally pausing at the third one. The Scroll of betrayal. His train of thought stopped as he read it, and a forbidden thought swelled to the forefront of his mind.

Did he have a better chance of winning, with the other team?

As soon as the thought hit him, he stumbled backwards, shaking hands dropping the parchment. How could he even think of such a thing? Betraying members of his team, betraying the Lady Kamalia, and the Lord Gromhir. What about Sasin, and Demetri? What about Rhylen? He hadn't know them very long, some of them only about half an hour now, but the thought of any kind of betrayal still left a sour taste in his mouth. He stared down at the fallen parchment, his mind running at the speed of light. This was just a game, to the others. Something for fun, even if it was a bit odd. But to him, it was much more. So much more. A simple betrayal in game wouldn't be a big deal, would it? They wouldn't really hold it against him, and he had so much to lose... So very much...

With a still shaking hand, he bent down, and picked up the Scroll of betrayal. Staring at it with his auristics, he simply pondered the possibilities. His stomach still churned at the thought, but he forced himself to think it. How far was he willing to go, to save his children? His mind now tortured, split in two different directions, he grabbed one of each scroll and took a few more looks through the remaining scrolls. Unable to find anything different from the already discovered three, he took them outside, shaking a bit harder now. Yellowed pupils did not move as he searched out his team-mates, nor did his head swivel. He took count of everyone out in the courtyard, apparently, they had finished their business before him. Noting Gromhir up on the center wall, he lifted a hand to the man, greeting him. This one sees you, milord.

He approached the rest of the group, arriving too late to hear Rhylen's short warning, but just in time to hear the tail end of both Kamalia, and Demetri. He winced a bit at Kamalia's tone, she was a bit cold to most, perhaps because of her upbringing. Her emotions were a bit skewed now, as were the rest of the groups. This game was getting to them. Stepping into the small group they had gathered, he held out his bundle of scrolls, heart still churning. "This is what this one found in the shop. Scrolls that allow us to betray, forgive, or damn." Taking a step back, he allowed the leather cases to roll from his grasp, a weight lifting from his stomach. He did not want them in his hands. Staring at them a bit longer, he finally spoke, his voice shaking. "This one does not wish to carry any of them. There are more within the shop though, if any of you would like to have one. The rules are on a plaque on the wall."

He took notice of the flag at the top of the center tower, a churning feeling in his gut causing him to look up, out of some unnatural instinct that he held. He eyed the flag, once again able to read the strange writings, and felt sadness swell his heart.

Sin. Betrayal. Damnation.

"This one feels that this game is not..."
He paused, unable to find the words, tilting his head from member to member. "...it is not right. Sinners, traitors, lies, these are all tactics that this game offers us, to win. This one does not feel like normal morals apply here." Stitch tilted his head back toward the wooden sign in the middle, that spoke of innocence that once was. "This one feels as if this game is almost... encouraging us. Encouraging us to stoop to a level we would normally never stoop to, as if to prove it's point." He gestured at the sign now, and then at the throbbing, still beating heart. "Even the rule about Sinners... It is like it is just trying to make us feel better about committing true sins, by saying those sins are okay... Then giving us an obvious list of sins that are not okay."

He took another step back from the scrolls, his head now bowed. "This one does not want to win this way." He sighed, that hand around his stomach releasing its firm grip. "What shall our next move be?"
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Re: The Game - Gathering the players [Team Dusk, closed]

Postby Tarot on February 15th, 2010, 10:44 am

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Gromhir - Northern walls

The very moment Gromhir stepped onto the walls, the entire mood seemed to shift. Up until now, he had always been in Team Dusk's own territory, a dangerous area but still their own area. The walls were different. The walls were no man's land, a section that could be accessed with equal ease by either Team. It had been a good idea to go in Ivaski form as the reduced height mostly shielded him from view, but the further he ventured down the crenelated walls, the closer he got to his opponents in the Game.

When he came upon the middle wall leading to the door, Gromhir had to stop, as something was on his path. He could see the door ahead of him, and he could see the handle on the door, but there was a tiny creature directly in front of him, blocking his advance. It was grotesquely ugly, consisting of a single eyeball mounted on two chicken feet, and it stared at the Ivaski for a long moment.

Then it said, "Squeeee." How it emitted sounds without a visible mouth was a thing of wonder (though certainly not the strangest thing they'd witnessed on this day), but this didn't change the fact it did. And each iteration was louder than the last. "Squeee. Squeee! Squeeeee! SQUEEEEEEE! SQUEEEEEEE!" It was only a matter of seconds before this critter would attract Team Dawn's attention if left unchecked.


Sasin - still near the heart

Sasin was busy ruminating things to himself, and the end result was… well, nothing at all. It was becoming clear that time was a factor in the Game, and if one didn't get things done, things would not get themselves done. It was as simple as that. The heart was still there, beating blissfully. His companions were exploring the courtyard, one was on the walls. Not many of them were actually doing things.

And Sasin was entirely correct. The other Team was ahead of them, though not by much. The statement did not change the state of things, however. If they kept standing still and thinking things through before acting, the gap would only grow wider in time.


Kamalia - Question shop

And so, Kamalia had the brilliant idea to divine her way out of doubt. She produced the paraphernalia of her craft and, in place of interrogating the eggs, she interrogated the swirling vision water. No question asked, it was an open session in which any answer would be welcomed. Or so Kamalia thought.

The waters began to stir as they usually did when the power of divination was invoked. Kamalia saw a figure emerge from the reflective surface, and it was none other than Kamalia herself, the way she was now - same clothes, same hairdo, same countenance and attitude.

There was a light in front of the little Kamalia, a light she ran towards, eager to seize it. A future that may or may not happen, who knew? Little Kamalia grasped the light in her hand, and it started to grow and morph, invading every part of her being. The vision flickered as little Kamalia screamed, writhing on the floor, but as it went further the screams faded into laughter. Little Kamalia stood again, but it was not little Kamalia anymore. There was a predatory glint to her eyes, a hungry expression on her face and an arrogance to her movements as she turned around and stared at big Kamalia, breaking the fourth wall of divination.

"Hurry up and win the Game, so I'll be one step closer to taking over you. Deep down, you know it's what you want. It's all you ever wanted. The end of your doubts, the end of your fears. I am the answer."

The vision ceased altogether, leaving Kamalia with an answer that would be sure to bring even more struggle into her life.


Stitch, Rhylen and Demetri - outside

Nothing much interrupted the conversation they were having. They were gathering information, but not making much progress otherwise. The scrolls fell from Stitch's grasp and hit the earth of the courtyard. Demetri's sword contributed to the discussion with a piece of information that may have been obvious to some, or enlightening to others. The inscriptions on it morphed once more, and formed a new sentence.

"Only because the Game calls something a sin, doesn't mean it really is a sin.

Would this have any bearing on the remainder of the Game? Maybe, maybe not.

Tanroa was not stopping for them, however. Sasin had figured the other Team was ahead of them, would they come to the same conclusion?
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Re: The Game - Gathering the players [Team Dusk, closed]

Postby Gromhir on February 15th, 2010, 1:02 pm

ImageGromhir cast his scarlet eyes over the small creature in front of him. It was an odd specimen, one Gromhir had never seen before. Gromhir and the creature stared back at each other for a long moment. Sizing the other up maybe? It was a strange thing. Chicken-like feet and what Gromhir could only describe as an eyeball. There was really little else to say about it. He wasn’t bothered too much by the creature, there was little it could do to him. Or so he thought.

He turned his gaze to the door. It was certainly a more simple opening mechanism than the one downstairs. He was glad he’d found this way in but there were still several more questions to be answered. The door itself, what was behind it? Why was this creature guarding it? Would entering the level above the ground floor give them an advantage or would it set them back?

Gromhir’s train of thought was derailed as the creature started making noises. How in all Nature’s wisdom did that thing make noise? There was no mouth, nothing. It was not the strangest thing he had seen today. He had to make a decision then. Did he stop the creature making noise? The first method and the simplest method was to sin. Or did he leave it, ignore the creature and keep going? He had to make a decision quickly. He could not hesitate anymore than he was right now.

This was a race. It was one that they were trying to win. They were already behind judging by the flag. He had to instil a sense of urgency into them right now. His gaze floated back to the creature that was getting louder with each passing second. An idea came to mind. The Kelvic’s eyes glinted with feral intent and renewed purpose. A battle cry, one to strike fear into the hearts of his adversaries and to rally his team. If noise was going to be made, then he would be the source of it.

The Kelvic moved into full view of his team. The white Ivaski held a commanding and powerful presence. Air filled the great beast’s lungs and a howl burst forth. It reverberated throughout the castle. It filled the courtyard and travelled out over the walls to the very top of every tower. While it may have been his duty to follow and protect, there were times when a clear leader had to be shown. As he finished, he cast his gaze over everyone gathered in the courtyard. The call to arms had been given, would they answer it?

He turned back to the creature barring his path. With a snarl, he brushed past the creature and made his way to the door. Transforming to his human form for long enough to pull the handle to the door and enter the central keep before returning to his Ivaski form again.
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Re: The Game - Gathering the players [Team Dusk, closed]

Postby Kamalia Timandre on February 15th, 2010, 10:52 pm

Kamalia bent over the bowl as the divination began. The swirling, silvery waters rose and danced with the consistency of gel, forming a miniature figure of a konti—it was the very image of Kamalia herself. The seer bent low, gripping the sides of the scrying bowl with both hands as her gleaming red eyes drank in the images and the dreadful scenes that unfolded before her. Faster and faster the little Kamalia chased the light in front of her, until suddenly, frighteningly, the light shifted and pervaded her little form. Kamalia watched, helpless, as her miniature self writhed on the ground, screaming, shouting and shrieking in pain, until her anguished cries finally dissolved into pleasured moans and bubbles of delighted, terrifying laughter.

The tiny Kamalia rose again, gleaming silver, staring up at the seer with voracious eyes. The konti maiden felt her heart leapt within her chest, her own voice, powerful and seductive, reverberating within her mind. Something pervasive, something foul smothered her heart. Her eldritch sight was fully aware, too, and she sensed the cloud of terror and gloom that pressed heavily around her.

The end of my doubts. The end of my fears. She and her friends might win this Game, but oh, the price! And then sounds were gone, and the silvery waters dancing above the bowl fell and stilled. The darkness snapped shut around her, oppressive, yes, but heavy with the promise of power.

Like one asleep, Kamalia rose and picked up the scrying bowl. She tipped it, letting the silver liquid spill onto the floor. All her life, Kamalia clung to her faith in the Seer Goddess. Was this vision truly hers? For a while, Kamalia merely stared at the little silvery pool on the floor, utterly drained, empty and numb. She shoved the bowl into her bag, and carefully, deftly took two of the three large eggs from their cups.

She almost stumbled upon Rhylen by the door. Not one to quickly trust humans, she sniffed indifferently, “It is alive, all right," she said coldly, "and Team Dawn is not our only opponent. Here, take one of these,” she gingerly handed an egg to Rhylen, “and hand it with utmost care. I shall confer with the group everything that I know. Let us go.” Image

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“Stitch, I need to speak with you,” said Kamalia softly, carrying a strange egg within a slender arm as she approached her teammates. “You now see the symbolisms behind the heart and the door, now, do you not? It’s as plain as moonlight. The entire castle is pre-Valterrian and Alahean in design, and we both could sense that the structure itself is thick with djed and magic. Long ago, before the flames of Ivak had scorched and blackened the face of the world, a human wizard dared to achieve godhood. As the Valterrian shook the foundations of Mizahar, he struck the realms of the divine and stole the heart of the Voyager—Aquiras, the ancient God of Travel and Doors. For there was naught that could slake his longing for power but that of a deity, he ascended into godhood himself through an extremely convoluted ritual, and the Heart of Aquiras now beats in his own chest.”

Hurry up and win the game, so I’ll be one step closer to taking over you.

“This wizard’s name was Sagallius Hrinn, once a court mage of Alahea, now the God of Puppetry and Manipulation,” she said at last. “I know not how this knowledge would serve us,” she conceded, garnet eyes sweeping over the scrolls on the floor. Her somber gaze drifted from Stitch, and then to Demetri and Nyahna, “but I’d wager that that the Game has a connection to Sagallius himself. The heart, the door, the castle, and the nature of the game itself—everything seems to point towards the Puppeteer. Surely whoever created the Game stays his hands for something. Sagallius is cruel and manipulative, and cannot be felled by mortal men. Every tale and legend paints him the same. What confounds me most is the reason behind the creation the Game. I cannot see his ends. Does he mean to play us? To turn us against each other? My mind reels to think such power, such subterfuge and hideous machinations that lay concealed within these walls. This is no game of morals.”

Deep down, you know it's what you want. It's all you ever wanted.

Kamalia took a quill pen and a vial of ink from her bag, and handed them over to Rhylen. “You might require these. You scribe a question upon the egg and shatter it to receive an answer. Do bear in mind that breaking an egg would cost you your innocence,” she said curtly, her expression cold and even.

The end of your doubts.

The konti girl spun to face Stitch and snatched his wrist none-too-gently, her blood-crimson eyes wintry and her face unreadable. “Answer me, my friend. No truth shall remain obscured to a konti seer for long. Is the orphanage—are the children— in danger?”

The end of your fears.


And then there was a thunderous howl, powerful and familiar, that reverberated through the entire castle. The konti maiden froze, red eyes wide with horror. “Gromhir!” she thrust the other egg to Demetri, pulled a gleaming suvai from an ornate scabbard and sped towards the direction of her kelvic bondmate.

I am the answer.
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Re: The Game - Gathering the players [Team Dusk, closed]

Postby Nyahna Sasin on February 16th, 2010, 12:15 am

Sasin gritted his teeth as he gazed at his companions. Gromhir was on the walls, Kamalia was outside the question shop, and the others were having a nice chat. Only Gromhir seemed to be doing anything productive. And the other team was leading with any minute past. This was a race. No time for sitting around.

Making his decision, Sasin drew a knife. Approaching the heart, Sasin smiled. Doing something productive at last. Tossing hie knife up and down, he considered it for a moment, then swept the knife down in a shimmering ark. Even cut in half, it kept on beating for a single moment before stilling.

He smirked, expected the flag to change. He listened for a bell sound, and heard, instead, a loud roar from the wall. Turning, Sasin half expected to see some great beast, but saw, instead, a wolf. Oh yes, Gromhir. How could he forget. The kelvic gazed down at them all. He could see Kamalia running to him. It was obvious. It was a call to arms, for his team mates to join him. And yet, all of them coming from one direction was dangerous.

Sasin smirked as he looked up a Gromhir. A call to arms, hmm? Well, two could play at that game. "Ssplit up!" He hissed, as loudly as he could. He didn't have the commanding presence of the Kelvic, but he spoke the truth. And they would know it. "Two of you come with me, and two of you go with him! We'll be faster that way. It'll be safer!" Now all he could do was pray that they would listen.
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Re: The Game - Gathering the players [Team Dusk, closed]

Postby Rhylen on February 16th, 2010, 12:52 am

Rhylen took the egg somewhat grudgingly, not appreciative of the woman’s gruff tone, but unwilling to confront her on the matter at this point in the game. She was a gifted user of a skill he needed to gain more control over, and thus he would treat her with the deference he’d given to Raghnall. Gently he placed the large and slightly awkward object in his pack, taking care to make sure that it wouldn’t crack unexpectedly. He then returned his attention to Kamalia, feeling ill at ease as she spoke of their part in the twisted maneuverings of a dark god. His mind reeled over the implications, feeling suffocated by the burden.

Silently he took the vial and quill. The others would be unaware of their added use to the shaman, a helpful tool for glyphing, and he would keep that a secret until such a time as they might need it. These too he cautiously added to the pack, slinging it over one shoulder just in time to hear the deafening wail of the white wolf. Rhylen watched as a streak of white dashed towards the central keep, the sudden torrent of his ally’s movements igniting a feeling of urgency within him. They were falling behind.

”I’m with you,” Rhylen said firmly, moving to the shorter man’s side. For the first time he noted the unusual manner in which the man spoke, but chose to ignore the oddity for the time being. ”If I’m to be the innocent, the two of you will need to watch my back. I’ll stay behind you,” this he said to Sasin, “and in front of you.” His gaze turned to Demetri, only just catching the words on his blade before they faded from view. ”I suggest we try to go about this fairly carefully. We’ll have to assume for now that the other team hasn’t split up yet.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, questioning the spirit that lay within him for some additional form of advice. Nothing came to him. Raghnall’s presence would be of no consequence in this place. He looked to the doorway, eagerly anticipating something, anything that might lighten the severity of this moment.
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Re: The Game - Gathering the players [Team Dusk, closed]

Postby Stitch on February 17th, 2010, 4:35 am

Something was wrong with the Lady. He had never seen so much negative emotion flooding from her aura, and it worried him. He could literally feel it on his body, taste it on his tongue, the fear and worry. He was so focused upon his study of her, trying to pry and connect with her aura to figure out exactly what was wrong with her, that when she turned and spoke to him, he jumped a little bit. Blushing brightly at his obvious nervousness, he made quite the show of listening carefully to Kamalia, cocking his head toward her and leaning forward to make sure he caught every last word. His head swam with it all. Doors and magic? A wizard who took the beating heart of a God? He had heard of this, in stories, when he was little. He remembered being sad for the fallen God, as well as his lover. She must have felt so alone. What was her name?

The whispered word fell from his lips. "Priskil."

He was once again snapped out of his sudden stupor by a very determined, rough Kamalia. Starting a bit as she grabbed him and tugged him toward her, he felt the blood drain from his face as she asked her question. Already, the obvious answer flooded his mind. No, milady. Nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong at all, why might you think so? It would be so simple, to lie. She would be safer that way, there would be less of a burden, she wouldn't have to worry about him, about the children. All his thoughts ran, jumbled together, and he struggled to make sense of them. Was his mind suggesting he lie to her? Or was that just the game? Was the game tempting him to sin? No, wait, lying wasn't a sin. Lying was a good thing, wasn't it? Wait, no, lying was bad. He had been taught that when he was a boy. He had been taught what was good. What was right.

He spoke in a sudden rush, and his voice was shuddering. "If this one does not play the game, if this one does not win the game, the orphanage will burn. Along with the children." He took another deep breath, the rush of air shuddering as well, and spoke slower as tears filled his eyes. "This one is sorry this one didn't tell you, but you already have enough burden to bear, milady." His wrist spun in her grasp, he slipped it from her grasp, and grabbed her hand. All in one lightning quick move. He squeezed it hard, and she would suddenly feel his unseen gaze, finding her own icy eyes and holding them with steely presence. "You must remain calm, milady. This one knows you care for the children, but please..." He paused, and the next part was in a whisper. "...This one would hate to lose you too." He released her then, blinking and spinning as he heard Gromhir howl, and then the piercing squeal of some otherwordly creature. "Milord!" Kamalia took off, and Stitch was about to follow, when he heard Sasin speak.

He turned, just in time to see the Dhani slice the heart in two. Glancing back and forth between the remaining three, he stepped forward, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his eye bandages. "Milord Demetri, Milord Rhylen, this one does not know either of you well." He reached to them, and offered Sasin the bandages, holding them out until the Dhani accepted. "But this one trusts you enough to give you something very precious to this one, bandages that were given to me when this one first became blind. This one would like them returned." His words held hidden meaning. Stay alive, and meet me again.

With one last look that each would feel, Stitch bowed his head, and took off after Kamalia. He moved faster than one would think, gracefully, quickly catching up with the Konti seer, and keeping alongside her.
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Re: The Game - Gathering the players [Team Dusk, closed]

Postby Tarot on February 22nd, 2010, 11:29 pm

OOC:

Continues here for both of your sub-parties.
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