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Leo is finally getting close to Ivak's prison - now its up to him to decide what comes next. Free the God of Fire and potentially ruin the world or walk away.
(This is a thread from Mizahar's fantasy role playing forum. Why don't you register today? This message is not shown when you are logged in. Come roleplay with us, it's fun!)by Gossamer on February 10th, 2012, 4:58 pm
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by Leo Varniak on February 10th, 2012, 11:11 pm
A fiery conflagration trailed after Leo's words, nearly sweeping him off his feet. The circle had reacted to his mention of Ivak's name, releasing untold amounts of energy and revealing the silhouettes of their eavesdroppers. The sight of serpentine coils reminded him of Dhani at first, but he soon realized these creatures were both larger and physically different. Whatever they were, they had steered Leo and Taln on the right path. Hopefully there wouldn't be any further need for that, but it was nice to know someone wished to help for a change. He patted his clothes back into proper place and tilted his head at Taln's scorched appearance. "That is precisely why I told you not to bring anything that catches fire easily." The Dek might have died if he'd been carrying anything flammable on his person. Leo's gaze moved to the wall, where a map of the Underground Forest as well as a lengthy inscription now made a display of themselves. He didn't like what he read. Not one bit, and not just because he appreciated prose over poetry. Leo searched Taln's face and saw some confusion surfacing there. It was a heavy curse the Inarta were born with; the Azenth would have found it unbearable had he been conscious of it. The mechanism messed with one's very ability to remember, to form opinions; yet, at the same time, it was the bright arrow that had first led Glav Navik here. The more he thought it over, the more Leo convinced himself that the entities who had imprisoned Ivak were also the same who eventually wanted him free. Why they wanted him free was the worrisome thing. Divine equilibria would shift, dormant powers would awaken. Which was a nice way to say there would be war. "We are trying to find Ivak's prison," he reminded the Dek, pointing at the writings on the wall, "the god of fire. You keep forgetting about it because there's a spell of sorts upon your people. It makes you forget. You aren't supposed to know about Ivak. It's not just Ivak, though - it's Sylir, too. Do you know him?" Leo spoke the names as if it were obvious, but Taln hadn't been born in a city named after the god of peace which rested in the middle of a region that was also named after him. "I am not quite sure how the two are connected, but this place is holding both of them somehow." He approached the center of the circle, where the box had been. Squatting down, he picked up the golden mask made in his likeness. He noted Taln had his own, meaning that the Dek was truly supposed to be here. There would be no turning back for either of them now. He put on the mask, identifying him as a person and a role, indistinguishable from each other. Inwardly he considered the sacrifices that would be required of them. Life? Sanity? Future? Past? And what purpose would they serve? Who were the others who wanted? Leo had interacted with more gods than many people knew existed, and each had wanted something of him. Some had wanted him, dead, just so he couldn't live to see this moment. Masked, he started down the path to Lina cave. "Let's keep our guard up. It gets tough from now on." Whether he referred to the path or the decisions awaiting them was unclear. Leo had never had any problem meting out judgement on others. He'd passed sentences over people, ending lives he'd deemed unworthy and preserving other that were worth allowing to blossom. Somehow he doubted it was going to be that easy today. For one, he had every single person on Mizahar standing behind him. It was them he would judge, their lives he would change. For their sake he would have to muster blood, breath, will and faith. Even if it was the last thing he ever did. |
by Taln on February 10th, 2012, 11:39 pm
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by Gossamer on February 13th, 2012, 7:47 am
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by Leo Varniak on February 13th, 2012, 10:01 pm
If the truth be told, Leo was feeling just a bit too nervous about visiting Lina cave to stop and provide Taln with the lengthy explanations he required (and which he'd promptly forget at the first opportunity.) Still, he said what he could in the time they had, neither of which amounted to much. "No, Sylir is not an Endal. He is, or was, the god of peace. They say people gathered into tribes and nations because Sylir willed it. He died five hundred years ago, during the Valterrian... which is when Ivak very nearly destroyed the world. Very little remains of Sylir today. And because he and Ivak aren't around, this world is going to ruin, fast." Glav remained, and the Windoak, but both were secrets Taln could not be told at this time. What he didn't know couldn't be tortured out of him. The mask felt cool against Leo's skin as he strode through passages revealing unknown sides to the two travelers. He supposed the masks had to do with this, and half-suspected that if he took his off, this alternate version of the Underground Forest would crumble all around him. This time he did not feel the need to stop and talk. What he said, he said on the march, without turning. There was obviously something about this next cave that ate away at his usual exterior ice. "The writing said a lot of things, warnings about choices to be made, sacrifices, prices to pay. Hopefully that part wasn't talking about you, even though I have to say I'm getting the growing feeling you were supposed to be here all along. Maybe as a representative from those who have been guarding Ivak's prison all this time without even knowing it." Ironic, but strangely fitting, that a Dek would end up being charged with the task. The laws of men had no bearing on the greater wheels of fate. "As for the mask... I suggest you do not dwell on the mechanics of it. The gods have their ways, and a flair for the dramatic. They wouldn't be gods otherwise." Lina cave made Leo's heart skip a beat. It certainly looked nothing like he'd expected, and nothing like anyone had ever seen it before. A garden of giants in the bowels of the volcano. He would have stopped to watch, but was still feeling the presence of the ghostly velispar closing in behind them and pushed on. Ten paces into the cavern and he exhaled deeply, as if letting go of something. He seemed to relax, his clenched fist opened once more, but a look of mild disappointment crossed his face. She's not here after all. Of course she couldn't have been here. Leo had already dissected the significance of this cave bearing the name of Lina. Such silliness was unbecoming of an Azenth. Leo walked side by side with Taln down the main pathway, observing the bifurcations and branches in the road. The statues struck him as incredibly lifelike, but he did not think much of them unless he was confronted with the next set of writings on the wall. Then he understood what he had to do. He also understood why this cave was called Lina. The cave of aid and nurture, like a mother. But not all aid was born equal, it seemed. He clicked his tongue and spoke honestly to Taln. "Looks like the statues represent people who can help us, though their help is not without its risks. I think it is for me to decide which one, or ones, I want to bring into the next caves. Can you please... wait for me one moment?" There would be choices for Taln, of this Leo was sure now. But this, he felt, was a decision for him. Taln didn't have enough information to make the choice. And so, Leo Zaital backtracked and made a point of stopping by all the statues, studying the look on their faces, and moving on. 'If I were looking for the safest choice, it would be to take none.' A victory won with the least amount of force would cause the least disturbance... but would he win at all without help? He doubted that. He was under no illusion of omnipotency. Anything he'd accomplished so far, he owed in part to allies supporting him. What then? Glav, wise and good-natured but also embroiled in divine politics? Akvin, perhaps the best mage in Syliras, smart and resourceful but otherwise unknown to Leo? The mysterious blindfolded lady, head bowed down (the owner of a certain leash, maybe)? The creature from the night of the Black Hand, quite possibly a proxy for Yshul herself? The regal Isur, whose god had probably had a hand in crafting Ivak's prison? Or the strange beast whose scholarly love belied its monstrous appearance? The words from the previous cave came back to him. Can you move one piece without setting the whole board in motion? Any option, it occurred to him, had the potential to alter the future. Even the most innocent-looking. No guarantees, no certainties. Leo could not rely on logic. He'd have to rely on the heart, on his sense of justice, on his spirit as an Azenth. As expected of Leo Zaital, his wouldn't be the wisest choice, though it would be the just one. And if Ivak had been here, Leo suspected he might have made the same choice. He took in some air and declared to whoever may be listening. "All are equal before the flame. All have offered in their free will. All have likely helped in the past, each in their own way." "I take all. May the danger rest on my shoulders alone, and may they be broad enough to bear it all." Maybe the question wasn't if he could move one piece without setting the board in motion. Maybe the question was if he wanted to do such a thing. Like Ivak, he was fire. Fire knew that it burned where it would, and everything else would follow in its own time. And so, he collected the orbs from the six statues, one by one, before rejoining Taln to continue through the next cave. |
by Taln on February 13th, 2012, 11:09 pm
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by Gossamer on February 14th, 2012, 5:43 pm
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by Leo Varniak on February 14th, 2012, 10:05 pm
While Taln's face was covered by the golden mask, Leo thought he could sense his mounting frustration at being kept in the dark. But there was no way he could possibly explain to Taln that he really didn't know much more than the Dek did. Not in a way that Taln would believe, at least. It was, however, the truth: Leo may possess the knowledge to attach names to faces and descriptions to names, but the puzzle here was one he couldn't even begin to fathom. What he knew was, in the end, trifling next to what he could only conjecture, which was nothing next to what actually was. And that chained beast looked strangely familiar, come to think of it. He handed the orbs to the Inarta, knowing it probably made no difference who actually carried them. It might make Taln feel more useful, though. It seemed like his companion was fretting over not being of use. In Leo's eyes Taln was already being of help by just standing alongside him. "Would you have made a different choice? I took beauties and beasts alike, but that's just me. Shape never mattered much to me. There is no meaning to shape." He asked out of curiosity. "And that last statue did breathe. The creature with the book. It was breathing, that much I could tell. How or why, I cannot begin to say. I know less than you think, Taln. The rest is just educated guesswork." They spent several bells trekking through the lower recesses of the Underground Forest, closer and closer to their destination. Leo largely ignored the bats, so long as they ignored him. The air felt more humid with every step taken towards Deep Lake. It really had to be a big one, or maybe it was nothing special in the ordinary Underground Forest, but pretty much a boundless ocean in this dreamlike version of it. Eventually his suspicion found a rather ominous confirmation when they came upon Deep Lake. It was a lake, and it was deep. Unfathomably deep. Hostile. Leo regarded the waters for some time. To a man of fire, a large body of water was the most dreadful of scenery. He recalled days spent near the Pavi lake back in Syliras, meditating on the nature of the world and its unseen axles, but to actually enter its depths would have been unthinkable. He turned to Taln. "No writing this time around. Probably there's nothing to say that's not been said already." He hesitated for a moment. "This... this is exactly the worst kind of test for the likes of me. A test of faith. I've always struggled with those. Ivak is down here, you see, beneath these bottomless waters. I can't even swim, let alone breathe water. But the writing said 'blood, breath, will, faith'." He went closer to the shore, peering into the abyss. "What do you believe in, Taln? I don't mean things like serving or obeying. I mean what do you believe in when your eyes are closed? When Dek and Endal have no meaning." Leo's voice was a cool monotone. "I used to believe in what I could see. As a result, I was only the part of myself that could be seen. Like, you wouldn't believe there was a dagger in my hand right now. But there is - to me, Ivlir." And suddenly there was an ornate blade in Leo's right hand. It looked like wavy flames entwined with two clasped hands. "So, Taln, is there a force in your world that would make you step into a bottomless lake on faith alone?" He took off his glove and, standing over the edge, cut the palm of his hand open with Ivlir. He let the drops of vermillion fluid rain into Deep Lake. "Have a taste of my heart. Drink your fill, you cruel waters," he murmured. His fist still clenched, he turned his back to hear from Taln. It was folly, it was glory. |
by Taln on February 14th, 2012, 11:42 pm
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by Gossamer on February 15th, 2012, 9:35 am
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