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| Spreading the Religion [Complete]; [P] Ouroboros | |
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| Topic Started: Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:00 am (234 Views) | |
| Alayne | Tue Nov 15, 2011 2:00 am Post #1 |
 
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The man’s deep voice echoed over the rocky mountain trail, loud and booming. Although he spoke in the common tongue, there was a musical accent to his words, as if he was accustomed to a much different dialect. ”For we give her praise in the hopes that her glory shall be reflected upon this land.” He carried a walking stick fashioned from a gnarled tree branch, its surface polished smooth. The blunt end of the staff tapped the earth rhythmically, adding a cadence to his spoken words. His hair and beard were thick, black going to gray, and his skin was tanned from exposure to the sun and wrinkled from exposure to the elements. He wore a simple cloak of undyed brown wool, the hems of the garment ragged and uneven. ”For her glory is the gift of Allyria.” The response came from the two young women following him, their words similarly flavored with a lilting accent. Both were in their early twenties and lithe, wearing similar outfits. They wore a knee-length dress of thick white fabric and form-fitting black pants, with leather boots. The one in the lead had long blond hair that she had braided and coiled at the base of her neck. She wore a gleaming steel plate breastplate and gauntlets, and in one hand she carried a spear that was easily six feet in length. The other girl had short-cut black hair and lacked any apparent weapons or armor. Both of the women wore matching necklaces with a mirror hanging from the silvery chain. It was apparent from the ease of their response and their lack of hesitation that it was a familiar chant. ”For we worship her flesh in the hopes that our own bodies shall reflect the glory of the gods.” ”For her flesh is the blood of Allyria.” The man stopped in his tracks, raising the staff before him in both hands and closing his eyes in zealot-like fervor. ”Riflettere, we give thanks to you for-“ ”Quiet, Argento. You are boring me.”” This new voice lacked any of the submissive qualities of the other members of the party, seemingly dripping with scorn and derision. The old man quieted at once, nodding in acquiescence. He turned to look over his shoulder at the speaker. Following the two women was another female around the same age, but all similarities ended there. She was tall and imposing, with a voluptuous figure. She wore a garment that was a venomous shade of green, stretching from the hollow of her neck all the way to her ankles, slit up one side to display a flash of a tanned leg. Her wrists were wrapped in glittering gold bracelets, with jewel-encrusted rings on each finger. The most impressive piece of jewelry was a necklace wrapped around her throat with a coin-sized mirror resting against her chest. Her hair was a lustrous brown and stretched all the way to her waist. At first she appeared to be walking, but it was soon revealed that she instead stood on a shield-sized mirror that floated a few inches above the path. "Mistress, Argento is only being proper in speaking your praises…”The spear-carrying girl stepped forward, bowing deferentially as she spoke. Her name was Mist, the first of the Valkyries, warrior-handmaidens who served the living incarnation of Riflettere with their entire being. Behind her stood Skuld, her lieutenant and comrade-in-arms. Both had sworn their lives to the protection of their Mistress and had been trained since birth in order to serve her adequately. ”Your glory must be announced so that all lesser beings must know to prostrate themselves before you…” ”Nonsense, Mist. They will kneel at my feet at the mere sight of me.” The woman smiled brightly. There was no denying her beauty, but her features seemed to always be twisted in distaste. ”I am tired of hearing my praise. I would like to know more about the lands we are bringing the word of Riflettere to.” She nodded imperiously, the comment obviously a command by her demeanor. ”As you wish, Alayne. These people are known as Imythessians, and they are blind to the glory of Allyria as we Oantans know of it…” He continued to speak in an instructive manner as they walked, speaking of the inhabitants of Imythess and their traditions and society. Alayne nodded from time to time as he spoke, but her expression made it clear that she was not paying attention to his words. Edited by Alayne, Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:10 pm.
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| Fixitt | Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:23 am Post #2 |
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Boros sighed as he looked at the three armed men standing in front of him, Boros had just been meditating on a low flat stone, but the three bandits had interrupted him, calling out to him, "Now what do we got here... jus' a man sleepin' on his bum or some kinda weaklin' monk? Now no sudden movements or else we'll hack ya to bits." Boros slowly stood up, keeping his hands up to show he had nothing on him. The men had old woodsman axes, old and worn at the haft but sharp as any blade on the head, they had cobbled together leather armor that looked more like they had stitched the leather directly into their everyday clothes, but their stances and holds suggested that they had some training... probably militia gone rogue, they were now simply bandits and dangerous to everyone. One of the bandits seemed to be bothered by something, he turned around, speaking quickly, he made no effort to conceal the worry in his voice, "More people are comin' from behind! We need to either hack the man apart or get runnin' two of them are well armed and another is floatin' on some kinda disc." The other two turned around to take a look Boros rubbed his eyes, these men were idiots and novice bandits probably with only enough militia training to take on untrained opponents. He stepped in quickly, reaching his hands into his pockets, taking out his metal knuckles, putting them onto his fists. He sent out a strong chopping right, the punch cracking into the back of the man's skull. He brought his right back, holding it close to his head, sending out a quick jab, the metal clad knuckles shattering his jaw, he turned to the last man, who whipped his body around, swinging his axe at Boros' neck. He ducked under it, stepping in even closer, most people can't deliver a punch at this range, but Boros knew a trick, he swung his hips with his punch, he could hear the man gasp as the wind was knocked out of him. The man stepped back, trying to breath, it was all to perfect, he rushed in again, ducking low and springing up into a full body uppercut, he could feel the man's jaw crumble as his jaws slammed together. Boros stood tall over the men and turned to the four people still coming, "Ah, please ignore these men, I've already dealt with them effectively." He looked on at them, he could feel his eyes turn from brown to green, something was making his runes flare up, that could mean one of them had a very significant past... either the man with the staff or the woman on the floating disc... those two would probably be the most likely, he would learn when they got closer though, maybe he could find somebody interesting. |
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| Alayne | Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:08 pm Post #3 |
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Alayne continued to listen to Argento with a bored expression, staring at their surroundings. Her irises were two different colors; her right eye was a dark green and her left eye was icy blue. The unusual party continued worming their way along the path. It did not take long for another sound to meet her ears, and the woman stiffened and jerked her head to the side. Oblivious to the distraction, the man with the staff continued to speak in his booming monotone until Alayne flicked a finger at him. He immediately quieted, staring up at the girl with an unreadable expression. "Quiet, Argento. Can you not hear? The first members of my flock await me." She crossed her arms imperiously and mentally directed the floating mirror to carry her forward, zipping around her three companions and shooting ahead on her own. The two woman started at this, crying out in protest and charging forward to accompany her. The armored woman held her spear in both hands as she charged forward, while the second guard flicked her wrist so that a throwing blade fell into her open palm. Alayne continued around a bend in the path despite the panic of her handmaidens, staring down at the scene before her. A single fighter was whirling around a wider portion of the path, his fists flashing as he effortlessly and mercilessly incapacitated three men. The woman did not respond immediately to his welcome, snorting at his audacity in addressing her directly. Soon her three companions rounded the bend as well, the two woman springing into action. Mist took an offensive stance, her eyes narrowed with suspicion as she glared at the fighter. Skuld appeared to be less mistrustful, but she still held the deadly throwing blade hidden in her curled palm. Alayne glared at them for a moment before speaking, her tone ringing with command. "Mist! Skuld! At ease! I will not have you scare off my first convert in this godless land!" The valkyries winced at the admonition, immediately lowering their weapons and bowing deferentially to the floating woman. "Mistress of Mirrors, if I may introduce you...?" Argento's query was the epitome of politeness as he edged around the warrior-handmaidens. After receiving a nod from Alayne he turned to Ouroboros, bowing so deeply it seemed as if his nose would scrape the floor. "Hello there, traveler. My name is Argento, of the Church of Allyria. Before you stands Alayne, the living incarnation of Riflettere, Mistress of Mirrors and Scion of Allyria, the true Goddess whose glory reflects upon this land." He straightened with the aid of his staff, peering at the stranger. "It is only right to prostrate yourself before her and offer her praise." Alayne's disc gently floated down to the path. She stepped off of the mirror in front of Ouroboros in her bare feet and placed both hands on her hips, waiting for his pledge of loyalty with a smug smile. How could anyone deny her divinity after laying eyes on her glory? Edited by Alayne, Wed Nov 16, 2011 3:11 pm.
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| Fixitt | Thu Nov 17, 2011 6:07 am Post #4 |
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Boros kept a light smile on his face as the woman on the floating disc, though when her entourage held up their weapons he simply chuckled and took off his metal knuckles, putting them back in his pockets. When the old man spoke instead of the the girl he was surprised to hear they were part of some church and one of the girls, probably the one with the arrogant gaze and using a disc to float around on. When he was instructed to prostrate himself he didn't bat an eye, he only kept looking at the woman and only did a simple bow, "Ah, I see, you're either here on a pilgrimage with your incarnation or you're here for converts and spreading your religion. You do realize not a single person will simply bow down and obey you, personally I just prefer to be polite so I gave you my bow. So if you would grace me with your presence for a while miss, I can explain why your little show there wouldn't work on the average man." He turned to walk down the path but stopped, looking behind him at the so called goddess incarnation, "Oh yes, I ask also that you inform me of what your church is about, it's beliefs. Also if either if your guardians try to attack me I can only promise you that I won't kill them, just take out their ability to hurt me, whether that is popping arms out of their sockets or several heavy jabs to their chin to knock them out. So please walk and talk with me, oh yes, how rude of me not to introduce myself, I am Ouroboros the Seer, please call me Boros. Oh, and good sir, please let Alayne explain, it will help her speech skills for when she must address people." He waited for them to start walking before starting himself, until this woman showed herself capable of being a goddess or someone worthy of praise, he would carefully listen to her, watch her, and then finally make a decision whether or not he might try religion, being an abomination against mankind made him doubt the fact he had a soul, maybe this religion could help him with that. |
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| Alayne | Sat Nov 19, 2011 4:48 pm Post #5 |
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Argento looked at the man with the same expression one would train a cockroach to before smashing it beneath their heel. There was a trace of exasperation in his eyes ass well, but he carefully altered his demeanor before he turned to speak to Alayne. She, by contrast, was failing abysmally to keep her own emotions in check. At the seer's words a frown had wrinkled her features, the benevolent mien from moments earlier consumed in the fires of her anger. The priest sidled over to her and whispered softly in her ear, his words meant to calm her irritation. Mist and Skuld also seemed annoyed at the presumptuousness of this stranger. Every citizen of Oantan has been raised to fully believe in the divinity of Alayne due to her heterochromia iridum and her latent ability to use mirror magic; according to the lore of their church, these were the signs of a true god given flesh instead of some mere prophet. As her Valkyries, the two women had been trained not only to protect her in the savage lands of Imythess, but also to enforce the indoctrination of the heathens into the Church of Allyria. It was obvious that they wished to unsheathe their weapons and teach this man the proper amount of respect to use when addressing the incarnation of Riflettere, but they knew better than to disobey a direct command. "Very well." Alayne's voice dripped with condescension as she spoke, stepping away from Argento. She knew the scriptures of Allyria by heart, having been read to from the holy book since her birth. "You must comprehend, mortal, that there is a utopia known as Allyria, the realm of the gods. They wished to share their glory and perfection with mortals, and so they crafted a great mirror with which to replicate their paradise." Her words rang with truth. Due to her upbringing, Alayne had never once doubted the words of the church or of her own role in their teachings. "Yet there were false deities who wished to possess the mortal realm as their own, and so they warped this reflection int heir selfishness. And thus this place known as Imythess was born: from ill intentions and evil." She finally looked directly at Ouroboros, her mismatched eyes gleaming with fanatical belief. "I have come to free you from your imperfect life, mortal. I am the true reflection of the goddess Riflettere, given flesh in order to quash these false idols. This is no "little show," mortal. I am offering you a pass to the glory of Allyria." She held out one hand, offering it to the stranger in an unprecedented display of generosity. Mist and Skuld gasped at her generosity, bowing their heads in recognition of a being that could only be divine. Argento made no such ubiquitous shows of devotion, merely clutching his gnarled staff and watching the proceedings silently. |
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| Fixitt | Sun Nov 20, 2011 5:30 am Post #6 |
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Boros listened to her, nodding as she spoke, she seemed to be telling the truth... at least to her knowledge, she claimed evil gods took hold of Imythess and that she was here to set them on the right path. Boros scowled when she said imperfect life, "First off, it is unwise to simply call someone imperfect, while it is true people don't want to hear it, I take pride in the fact that my father helped raise me despite the fact that I was thrown away because I was broken. Also you have assume to much, I am not mortal, I am an Alcibek, it is an ancient word meaning 'Seer Golem.' I am an artificial construct created to be a bodyguard, having been considered faulty I was tossed aside, one of my creators took me in and raised me. So I would like it very much if you wouldn't belittle my life." He looked down at her hand and shrugged, "I'm sorry I don't think you want imperfect people to touch you. Though you should learn the history of the land before saying that the gods were evil. My father had me read many history books, see into the past, and some of my body parts are from people who died during the time of the fall of Taras. My eyes were from a seer, allowing me to look into the memories of the people who I am made up of. As far as my knowledge goes the gods were protecting Imythess from a great evil and they protected the land from it for ages. I am not completely sure how the gods lost their power though, all I know is they eventually faded away and no one has seen much of any of the gods if they're even still alive. So out right saying one of the oldest heroes of Imythess was evil will make you many enemies rather quickly... are you taking notes? I'd sure hope you're taking notes, after all when is the next time someone will bother to tell you how to not make an enemy out of all of Imythess." He knew he was being arrogant, cocky, and flat out trying to be hurtful, but the way she spoke down to him made him angry, he always treated people as equals at first but if he found them to be terrible people he would speak to them as they deserved. |
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| Alayne | Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:34 pm Post #7 |
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The forced look of compassion and generosity faded into an ugly scowl as the seer spoke at length, questioning not only her divinity but also her preachings. How dare this puny infidel question her words! Every syllable she spoke should be treated as coming from the word of the goddess Riflettere herself, perfect and infallible. "Listen to yourself. No true god could lose their power; they were false idols, and their unworthiness was revealed. It is only right that they were stripped of all claims to divinity. It prepared this realm for my coming." Although Mist and Skuld nodded vigorously in agreement with her words, Alayne noted that Argento simply watched the scene unfold. She was not convinced of the priest's loyalty; after all, he had spent most of her reign exploring the lands of Imythess instead of reveling in her presence. Although his information about the lands and people of this savage country was invaluable, his prayers and devotions were lackluster, as if they were merely words he had memorized long ago. She would have to keep an eye on Argento to make sure he was a true follower. Alayne mulled over another piece of information that had been provided by this man: he was not mortal. In fact, from his description, he was actually a thousand times more foul than any natural being, an artificial abomination constructed by humans who would dare meddle in the realms of the divine. She withdrew her hand quickly, retreating several steps. "All is revealed to me now. I see how you have resisted the call of Allyria." She shook her head in mock sadness, although their was a glimmer of righteousness in her mismatched eyes. "You have no place in utopia, for you were born of man's arrogance and pride. For is it not said, 'Only the chosen of Allyria may tap the power of the Gods'?" She beckoned with one hand and the floating mirror returned, allowing her to hop onto its back as it flew up into the air. "I name you Abomination, a stain of imperfection on this land. In order to transform this land into heaven, you must be wiped from its surface." The mirror hovered a dozen feet off of the mountain path, its surface shimmering with an odd light. The Valkyries made a move forward, as if they were about to attack, but a flick of her fingers was enough to halt the two women. "Kneel, worm, and reflect on your crimes against humanity and the gods. If you repent, I shall grant you the mercy of a quick death by my own hand. Please do not refuse this offer." From the belt around her waist the woman withdrew a shimmering hand mirror. Its handle and back had been crafted from pure gold and carved into complex shapes, while its reflective surface was a silver so bright it seemed like a beacon. She raised the mirror up in the air so it reflected the light of the sun directly at the construct. |
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| Fixitt | Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:01 pm Post #8 |
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Boros kept a calm look at her, raising his arms as if to shrug, "Oh well then when you put it that way I guess my entire existence, from the time I had a mind of a child to the point where I am a grown man was pointless, the fact that I am my own person, one with the intelligence of several lives. I am not mortal, and the gods of Imythess lost their power not because it was for your so called arrival... you are far to arrogant. The so called false gods saved more people then I can count, they were good people even if they were false. Also putting up a false smile and kindness will only sway so many, what happens when you break down into anger in front of a large number of people? What if a man with a crossbow puts a bolt between your eyes or in your heart? Will you die like any other mortal or will you live on like a god should?" He paced a bit, looking up at her and the mirror and then back to her minions. He stopped and smiled, "Now I have a choice of die peacefully or die horribly, my my my, what an amazing choice from the all to gracious and kind goddess incarnate. After all killing people who were brought to life, without their consent or otherwise, you simply destroy them instead of trying to understand them, oh great ignorant goddess of mirrors... the one who looks into the mirror and sees only her skin deep emotions while the so called abomination can see her ugly and ignorant being. Oh gracious goddess, if you are so sure of your divinity, why not let me 'See' in your psycho-plane... ah but you've probably never heard of psycho-planes, it was something my father theorized and I proved it to be true. I can enter a psycho-plane and then I can see into your past, I'll be able to see what your psycho-plane, your own personal plane of existence for your mind, would look like. You can't lie in the psycho-planes, only what you truly believe, what you truly are can effect it, any tiny bit of doubt can warp and chance the psycho-planes, weakening of resolve. Though if you would much rather send your flunkies to fight me I would be more then happy to put this little struggle to rest." He relaxed and slid his hands back into his pockets, putting his hands through the holes in his metal knuckles, he was ready to fight if she refused. |
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| Alayne | Tue Nov 22, 2011 1:23 am Post #9 |
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Alayne scoffed at the obvious sarcasm in the man’s tone. How could he not see that he was a blot on the world, an abomination that deserved nothing but death? To her own eyes it was such an obvious fact that she could not even contemplate being unaware of it. Never before have I been more aware of the distinction between a goddess and a normal being. Their lives must be filled with so much indecision and confusion. Still, she refrained from ending his pathetic existence for a moment more, listening to his final ramblings. Still he insisted on shouting praise to false idols, and the prophet felt rage well up within her very core, but in a huge and magnanimous she allowed him to say his final words before eradicating him. Still, the inherent wrongness of his claims infuriated her to a point where she could not stay silent. ”Your very existence was not planned, construct.” She spoke the last word with such venom that it was obviously meant as an insult, even though Ouroboros did not see it as such. ”And I fear not for the judgment of the people. Deities are of infinite compassion when their praise is being sung… But infinite anger when their divinity is denied! The people shall see my wrath and know that I am a goddess given flesh, and they will bow before me.” She raised her free hand to flick a strand of hair from her face, and her anger was truly terrible to behold. There was no trace of self-doubt in her speech or bearing, for she had been raised since birth to believe in her divinity. ”Of course, I am constrained by the mortal realm I walk in. My flesh can bleed and my body can tire, but I will not expire until every pathetic creature in this land knows of the glory of Riflettere and Allyria!” Still, the construct’s talk of psycho-planes intrigued her. She glanced at Argento to see if the priest had any knowledge of the subject, but he subtly shook his head to confer his own ignorance. Alayne reached for the abilities that proved her status as a god, tapping into the power of the mirror she held. Its reflective surface began to glow even brighter, a shining beacon. ”Test your psycho-plane, construct, if that will assuage your conscience in your final moments.” Despite her tone, the woman did not immediately execute him, allowing him to conduct his final primitive ritual. |
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| Fixitt | Tue Nov 22, 2011 1:48 am Post #10 |
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Boros smirked, she was angry, very angry, good, that will effect her psycho-plane, her anger and hate would twist and warp a psycho-plane for as long as the anger lasts. He took his hands out of his pockets as he let the metal knuckles slide off his hands. He looked straight up at her, looking her in the eye, "Open your mind... now, relax and be drawn in by the Between, I shall take you to a place where we can visit the psycho-planes. Now, See the Truth." His brown eyes started to glow a bright and vibrant green, he let himself be drawn into the area between psycho-planes, an endless hallway with only five doors, each labeled with a name and a symbol. He kept the doorway open, inviting the mind of goddess incarnate. He looked at her as she was brought into the Between, he nodded to her, "This is the Between, the infinite hallway with doors to psycho-planes. Each is named and labeled as such... along with a symbol that explains their mindset or struggles." He looked at the at the hallway now, white marble floor, marble walls and pillars lining the hallway, it was naturally beautiful, who ever created the Between was an excellent extra-planar mage. He looked at his own door, his name was scrawled on it and the symbol of a snake eating it's own tail was below it, the door was made of fine oak, beautiful, strong, sturdy, exactly what his father had said about him. He wanted to open his door, his hand reaching for it, but he hesitated and turned back, he was afraid of what he would see. He nodded to Alayne, "You must open your door and then you must give me permission to enter and we can see what your psycho-plane looks like." He bowed to her, sweeping his arm out towards her door, "After you." The sarcasm was gone from his voice, he was dead serious, psycho-planes were dangerous, he could feel it, he wouldn't ask permission to interact with the psycho-plane, he would simply look this time around. |
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| Alayne | Tue Nov 22, 2011 4:25 pm Post #11 |
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Alayne’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly at the appearance of the doorway from nothing. She slowly levitated back to the path, stepping from the mirror onto the rocky slope. From here she could just barely glimpse the interior of the hallway, its walls crafted of beautifully sculpted white marble. She looked to Argento, but the priest was also staring at the portal with unabashed curiosity. Clearly, despite his years of travel and expertise, the old man would be useless to her here. The prophet stepped closer to him, lowering her voice for a moment and shifted to the Oantan tongue. <”What foul magic is this, Argento? What do you know of such heathen rituals?”> He did not answer immediately, watching Ouroboros carefully and tightly gripping the shaft of his walking stick. <I know not what this is, esteemed goddess. The people of Imythess are well-versed in the magical arts. I must admit, I am lacking in knowledge pertaining to-“> <”Imbecile!”> The priest flinched away from the harshness in her tone, as if he feared the woman would strike him. However, Alayne would never lower herself to physically striking a mere mortal. Instead she simply glared at him, making sure that he knew the true force of her disapproval before she swiveled to stare at Ouroboros. She seamlessly slipped back into the common tongue. ”Very well. I shall accompany you on this mad endeavor, if only to validate my divinity before your necessary demise.” She strode forward imperiously, ignoring the worried looks on the faces of her valkyries as she walked past them. No abomination would be able to slay her; she could not die until her holy mission was complete. Upon entering the hallway she glanced at their surroundings warily, but no threat was apparent. Each of the five doorways had the name of one of those gathered on the mountain path and decorated accordingly. Alayne looked to her own door: the name ‘Alayne Riflettere’ had been scribed on its surface in flowing golden cursive. The door itself seemed to be crafted from a gigantic mirror, its edges carved with elaborate decorative symbols that she recognized as originating from the Church of Allyria. She smirked at the construct, stepping forward and pushing against the door. It opened effortlessly, swinging open. ”Enter, construct, and behold my never-ending glory.”
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| Fixitt | Wed Nov 23, 2011 5:37 am Post #12 |
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Boros walked through her door, a flash of white blinding him for a few moments before he could see again. He looked upon a grassy plain with nothing but floating mirrors, perfect from every angle, Boros stroked his chin as he looked from mirror to mirror, they were the same in shape but of different sizes, perfect oval mirrors, ranging from a hand mirror to full body. He looked into one and saw himself as horrid monstrosity, he could see stitches and patches of his skin were gone showing his muscle underneath. He shook his head, text book abomination, he looked from mirror to mirror, seeing her thoughts. He looked for only minutes before nodding his head, "You do believe yourself a goddess, you believe you are infallible and perfect like this mirror." He looked at them again, she had been taught these things for years, had it drilled into her, he could see it, it was admirable to have such an iron will, but it was sad that she wasn't her own person, they were opposites, his body was not of his own make but his mind was his own while her mind was her own... but it wasn't one from experience and normal living, it was from being told who she was, she had never been allowed to be anything but a the incarnation of their goddess. He looked back to Alayne, tears in his eyes, "I feel so sorry for you... we are opposites you know, my body was created by others but my mind... my mind is my own. You though... your body is your own while your mind was molded from a young age, I can see it all from here, past and present. You have no regrets, but I am sorry but I feel nothing but pity for you." He walked towards the door, looking over his shoulder to her, "I refuse to die though, killing me because of what I am made of is wrong, just because my body is made from the flesh of those who died doesn't mean my mind is evil, if you'd like proof we could always look into my psycho-plane." He stopped walking when he made it to the door, waiting for Alayne to answer him. |
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| Alayne | Thu Nov 24, 2011 12:52 am Post #13 |
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Alayne laughed in delight as she viewed this so-called 'psycho-plane.' Surrounding her was an endless plain of grass, the same shade of green as her right eye, while the sky was a light shade of blue that perfectly matched her left eye. Mirrors of every size and description floated above the endless plain, each made from gleaming quicksilver. Such was proper; mirrors were holy items to the gods of Allyria, items with which they focused their power and which they had used in order to create the mortal world. If not for the selfish actions of the false deities Imythess would have been a comparable utopia, but as it was the world had been corrupted and warped by those false idols. The woman regally walked over to one of the mirrors, peering into the shimmering surface. She saw herself, but more beautiful and perfect than ever before. Her flesh seemed to be crafted out of solid light, her eyes two glittering beacons that shined with power and wisdom. Wings spread from her shoulder blades, the feathers seemingly crafted out of thousands of interlocking mirrors so that it shined and glittered in the sunlight. She turned to stare at her guide, as if to prove her divinity to the construct, but he had wandered off to stare in a different mirror. On its surface she witnessed a confirmation of all her suspicions; his body was twisted and grotesque, the stitch fleshed together and the skin peeling back to reveal raw muscle. She felt nauseated at the gruesome sight and turned her eyes away, quickly striding back to the door they had entered. "I tire of this world, construct. We are departing." Without looking to see if Ouroboros would obey she walked out of the mirrored door, quickly passing through the white marble hallway and throwing the door open to exit the unusual illusion. Alayne emerged from the door with a wide smile on her face, her eyes shining with self-admiration. The trip into the psycho-plane had only confirmed all of her beliefs. She was the true incarnation of the goddess Riflettere, her immortal flesh given shape and form within Alayne. There was no other individual in all of the world that could enlighten the masses of heathens and prepare them for the coming of the all-encompassing perfection of the utopia that was Allyria. She could see the worry that was evident in the faces of her servants, but at her reappearance they fell to their knees, bowing in recognition of her everlasting glory and divine beauty. She slipped back into the Oantan language to preach to them, her words musical and clear. <"Rise, my faithful servants. You have served me well thus far. You must remember to never falter. We will rid this land of savages and unbelievers so that you, too, may one day experience the infinite bliss of Allyria."> The perfect moment was ruined when the construct returned from the doorway. Blasphemies almost immediately began to spout from his crude lips, but Alayne was no longer bother by his sacrilege. Instead she felt a deep sense of pity for this poor creature. It had been crafted by the hands of men and therefore would never truly understand the love and compassion of the true godss. It was truly a kindness to end his life so that his agonizing existence would finally be at an end. "Attend me, my chariot." The floating mirror shot through the air towards Alayne, halting directly in front of her so that she could once more step onto its surface. As it lifted her into the air the prophet raised her hand mirror, staring into its depths and witnessing once more her godly beauty. When she spoke again her words resonated oddly, as if they were being spoken by a multitude of voices. <"Mirror, mirror, reflect my beauty forevermore."> There was a bright flash of light that forced both the valkyries and Argento to lower their eyes as not to be blinded. When it faded there were five identical women floating through the air on the back of their floating mirrors. Each of the images of Alayne were staring harshly at Ouroboros. When she spoke her voice emanated from each mouth, making it impossible to distinguish which one was the true prophet. "You must be eliminated for the sake of every naturally-born mortal in the land. Do not struggle; you are assisting the masses in their ascension to utopia." |
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| Fixitt | Fri Nov 25, 2011 2:33 am Post #14 |
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Boros followed her out and looked up at her, she whispered something in some tongue he didn't know and five of her were now before him. He grimaced as he thought of all the possible battle plans, the most likely was to use someone as a shield, the two women were armed, one was armored and would make a better shield but that spear would be to dangerous. His eyes looked over the old man, he was farther away, harder to rush and capture, he couldn't talk his way out of it, the best plan was to run... or maybe he could trick her, appeal to her vanity and honor, he cleared his throat, "Yes, you could kill me with your duplicates like a coward, after all, I know all about psycho-planes, for example the symbolism of it all. You see a land of mirrors, I saw a land of fabricated beliefs instilled in you since birth, forcing you to be someone you might not have been if you lived a normal life. After all you're nothing more then a hyped up spoiled brat... getting rid of anything that could damage your precious reputation or that goes against your so called will." He kept his stance closed up, his knees slightly bent, he was ready to spring back if need be, "Your mind is like a mirror, reflecting what was shown to you... but that is all a mirror does, reflect what you see and what you want to see are different. I can tell you though, if I am killed some men will get revenge for me. For you see Balance is my so called religion, I live to keep man and nature in balance, something far more important then your flawed religion. After all you don't even have enough faith in your minions to take out a minor inconvenience like me, how can people have faith in you when you show no faith in their abilities?" He waited, if she dared utter a word of magic he would have to dash for the old man and take him hostage, but if he angered her minions enough... he could intercept one of their charges and use them as a shield... the only other plan he had was running and he didn't think he could out run someone who could fly. |
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| Alayne | Sat Nov 26, 2011 2:17 am Post #15 |
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All five of the prophets simply shook their heads sadly at the construct's bluster. "You poor, misguided abomination. You misconstrue my actions as a lack of faith, when in reality I am sparing them the tedious duty of your execution. I ask my followers to do nothing I would not gladly do myself, for such is the infinite compassion I hold for mortals... under my protection." Despite her words, there was an obvious lack of compassion in her features as the five images of the goddess raised the mirror, staring into the reflective surface appreciatively. After all, there was nothing more glorious or wonderful in this world than her own image. After a moment of silent contemplation she stared down at Ouroboros once more, continuing her haughty lecture. "I pity you, construct. Without the spark of divinity that is instilled in all mortals, your life must have been utterly without purpose. Such agonizing misery is beyond my comprehension. There is no need to thank me for what happens next." The prophet ran one finger from her free hand around the circumference of the mirror, the silvery surface sparkling in response to her light touch. All four of her images made the same exact movement at the same time, making it impossible to determine which of the floating figures was the true one. Seeing their liege began to call on her divine gifts, the two valkyries and old priest stepped back, bowing their head in acknowledgement of her power. Mist and Skuld did not let down their guard, merely obeying the command to not interfere in the execution. <"Mirror, mirror, smite the nonbelievers."> Arcane power flared on the surface of the mirror, gathering in the exact center of the shimmering silver. With a sharp retort bolts of magic shot out of the mirrors, hissing and sparking as they shot through the air towards the seer. Although only one of the bolts was genuine, the web of energy they wove in mid-air would make it almost impossible to avoid each of the five attacks. If she was lucky, he would be stuck by the actual attack, making it simpler to eradicate the troublesome heathen. After all, there was no doubt that she would be victorious; it was not in her destiny to fail in her first true act of divine justice in Imythess. |
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