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| Topic Started: Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:45 am (691 Views) | |
| Sargoth | Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:45 am Post #1 |
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The hollow eyes of the stone golem stared eternally forward. A crushing sheet of water crashed against the golem’s shoulders before scattering and falling to the lake below. The skin of the golem, a dark grey shell of rock, was unyielding against the onslaught of water. Sargoth huddled here beneath the roar and listened to the chaos, unperturbed by the weight being pressed upon him as more and more gallons took their turn against his back. The noise was calming in its deafening volume. It drowned his concerns and thoughts of darker times beneath its surface and left something more calm and understandable. The guardian watched the meandering fish that populated the lake as he moved his monumental legs and sat comfortably in the water. He enjoyed this form more than most. It somehow felt like a tribute to his past. The ancient being, one that was once a mere stone suffering the hammerfalls of a craftsman’s chisel, had surpassed mortality and now once again sought his roots. This time of remembrance was spurred by the newfound emotions that filled his mind at every waking moment. Sargoth swore that he could feel an impurity coursing through his veins every time a new emotion struck him. Little did he know the accuracy of that feeling. The golem’s large hands moved outward, palms facing downward, to hover over the lake surface. Sporadic droplets falling from above struck the back of his hand and deepened the color of the stone before fading away. The golem then became motionless. It seemed like Sargoth had transferred his life into two columns of vines which writhed from below the water’s surface and grew vertically like columns beneath Sargoth’s palms. Sargoth felt the tingle of the plant’s aura as it wrapped around his hands and climbed his arms. The golem clenched his fists and the columns uprooted from the water and seemed to climb entirely onto Sargoth’s body as though they were snakes. Some vines were knocked loose from the golem as the waterfall battered them. Those that were lost seemed to vanish in a faint black cloud of dust before striking the water’s surface again. OOC: First pic in my inventory for a sense of scale/appearance. |
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| Mahea | Fri Nov 27, 2009 9:21 am Post #2 |
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At the end of the rainbow, there was a pot of gold or some other silly thing, according to the story that the little human child had told her. Mahea hadn't thought that it was true, why would there be gold in a pot after all, but the thought remained in the back of her mind long enough that she just had to find out. Her curiosity was a trait not always desired but surely it couldn't get her into too much trouble this one time. Once properly attired for her newest adventure, today's clothing of choice being a pale pink gown with lovely gold accents, Mahea was off on her way. The child had failed to mention that rainbows weren't exactly common place but after a short bit of time, she managed to spot one and was soon on the hunt. She also had been unaware of just how long rainbows were as this one seemed to go on and on but the thought of a shiny new trinket helped to keep her focused on the matter at hand. Half the day was gone by the time she was getting close, a thought that was further emphasized by the fact that she could hear a roaring. Not that Mahea was sure why there would be roaring to signify the end of a rainbow but it seemed just as plausible as anything else. "Oh! Waterfalls!" Mahea squealed when she finally untangled herself from the stubborn clutches of a branch and stumbled out from the woods. And not only had she found the falls, she'd also gotten to the end of the rainbow!... But it happened to end in the middle of the water, right over a towering stone figure. "...That doesn't look like a pot of gold to me," she mumbled, her confusion plain to see. "Maybe it's just hiding? And I've got to find it?.. I'm a good finder," she added to herself. "But I'd have to go into the water then. And my dress would be wet and then it wouldn't be very pretty.." Her head tilted to the side, putting a lot of thought into this problem. She'd come all the way out here to find the gold, so she couldn't just turn around, could she? No, no, definitely not. With the decision made to continue, Mahea had to come up with a way to not damage her dress.. Why, just take it off, of course! She giggled, her hands reaching behind her to struggle with the golden laces holding the dress tight to her form. It took a try or two as it always did but then she managed to undo the knot and then further loosen the ties so that the dress simply slipped off her, pooling around her feet and leaving her standing in a sleeveless white shift. "Better now, I fixed it!" She giggled again even as she jumped into the water with a splash. Her head popped out of the water only a few feet from the stone creature, reddish purple hair floating around her. She waited a moment, for no other reason than she thought she should, then swam right up to the creature, one pale hand going out to rest against the dark stone. "You really don't look much like a pot of gold." |
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| Sargoth | Fri Nov 27, 2009 5:11 pm Post #3 |
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The golem appeared to pay no attention to Mahea as she undressed and moved into the lake. Sargoth did not notice her while he stared forward and let cursory musings occupy his thoughts. The vines continued to climb and writhe for several moments while Sargoth placed his hands on his knees. They nested in the crevices of his intimidating chest and thick arms to give him an appearance of an overgrown statue. The old god felt comforted by the soft aura of life that intermingled with his own. It felt as though the vines sent small sparks into him and made his senses tingle. Sargoth watched as the curious appearance of a face lifted out of the water. Sargoth wondered briefly if his presence had stirred a water elemental but he doubted that was the case. The vibrant colors of this girl’s hair were too striking to be the creation of this lake. Sargoth had met many of the spirits around the waterfalls throughout the years; none were quite so unique. The golem cocked its head to the side as she spoke about a pot of gold. The old god was instantly intrigued. The golem let out a mumbled groan as though it was a coherent reply. Sargoth slowly moved his right hand away from his knee, fingers clenched, and held it in offering to the strange girl. One finger curled away from his palm and then another to slowly reveal the secret that was held within. Sargoth’s stone-etched face, expressionless, somehow compelled the girl to look at what he was offering. A lone nugget of gold, egg shaped but the size of an olive, sat in the golem’s hand. It glistened in the sun as a few drops of water beaded up on its surface. It looked smooth and beautiful against the gray of Sargoth’s skin. Sargoth lowered his hand so that his knuckles were submerged in the lake, attempting to ease the girl’s job of retrieving the object. |
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| Mahea | Fri Nov 27, 2009 5:54 pm Post #4 |
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No, no, no. Definitely not a pot of gold. Not that Mahea had ever actually seen one before, again who would really put gold in a pot?!, but she was pretty sure that this stone statue was not one. Her head had to tilt all the way back so that she could see to the top but the sight of the carved face and nestled vines only reinforced the fact that the child had been wrong. Unless it wasn't every rainbow? Had she followed the wrong rainbow? The sound of stone moving, a soft grinding sound that was not totally unpleasant, had Mahea's head snapping around, her golden eyes wide in surprise. Its hand was moving! It must not be a statue then, she decided, though she couldn't actually remember the right word for a stone creature. She looked up at the creature's face then back to the hand. As each finger slowly opened up, her curiosity bubbled up and she tried to see what sat on its palm but to no avail. Something was there though, she was certain of that much and now she just had to see. But how to get up there? She couldn't exactly climb up the golem's body-that was the word she was looking for, it was a golem!- as she thought that might be rather rude. That problem was solved when the hand lowered, each large stone knuckle brushing the water's surface. Mahea swam closer then used the golem's palm to pull herself partly out of the water. She gasped then started to giggle, happiness causing her face to brighten. There, sitting in the middle of his palm, was a small nugget of gold! "The child was right! There is gold at the end of rainbows!" She pulled herself the rest of the way out of the water as she spoke, wriggling and shifting until she comfortably sat on his palm, the nugget of gold resting on her palm. She held it up to the light, mesmerized by the shine. "I still don't get why it would be in a pot though," she mumbled to herself almost absently. |
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| Sargoth | Sat Nov 28, 2009 5:49 am Post #5 |
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Sargoth’s hand remained immobile as Mahea climbed into his palm, as though he were nothing more than a ledge in the water. His face looked upon the girl with curiosity as she shifted herself to the center of his hand and stared at the golden trinket that he gifted to her. His vision shifted behind the blank orbs in his face and he viewed the girl in a different light. He sensed chaos in her aura. Sargoth’s own aura reached out to test the magic that surrounded the girl. The old god felt a darkness that he once appalled. It was a darkness that now inhabited his own aura and brought balance to him. It was the same power that had gifted him true emotion. Sargoth’s hand began to move now, accompanied by the grinding of stone. He lifted Mahea away from the water swiftly but without jostling her from her spot. He elevated her away from the lake and thin streams of water fell away from the crevaces between his fingers. He moved Mahea in front of his face and Sargoth put his large nose against the edge of his palm. Sargoth’s large eyes peered at Mahea as though he was trying to solve a puzzle. Sargoth was indeed staring at her even if his eyes revealed nothing. He watched the intricacies of her aura and contemplated what creature had stumbled upon his resting place. The magical energy was powerful but somehow hidden, as though it was trapped inside of her. He wondered what part she would play in the future of the land. |
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| Mahea | Tue Dec 1, 2009 4:59 am Post #6 |
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So mesmerized by the little gold gift was she, that Mahea didn't even notice when the hand she was perched on was lifted from the water, carrying her high into the air. It wasn't completely her fault that she didn't notice though, his movements were smooth to the point that she hadn't once felt the movement and probably wouldn't have even if she had been paying attention. Once she was paying attention, however, she happened to notice a slight chill, much like when the air pressure suddenly changed. Curious about how that could be when she was still sitting in the same place, she glaned up. And then almost fell off his hand when she found herself face to face with the golem. "Hi." Mahea blinked, her surprise fading, and then she smiled at him, a wide toothy grin, before proceeding to move until her nose was just touching his own though her own was greatly dwarfed in comparison. "My name's Mahea, what's yours? And why did you have gold? Are you really a pot that's just disguised like a golem so that people don't try to steal your gold?" She chattered on, unaware of his thoughts and observations, her own train of thought moving from him being a pot in disguise to wondering how a pot was holding her up in the air. "Obviously you're a really big, magical pot," Mahea finally decided. Yup, that made perfect sense. |
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| Sargoth | Wed Dec 2, 2009 5:49 am Post #7 |
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Sargoth seemed non-responsive as Mahea moved up to touch her nose against his. His hollow eyes did not cross; he still saw her hunkered up next to his face and watched the treeline at the edge of the lake simultaneously. His thoughts were continually distracted from the vicinity of her aura. It covered his head as though he was in a mist. His own aura flirted with it and attempted to identify the mysteries that kept Sargoth alert. To no avail, the guardian's own aura simply continued its strange and invisible dance in the clear air surrounding the two ancient creatures. Slowly, Sargoth took in Mahea's words. She definately was strange to the guardian. He could not recall another creature that would make such curious claims. He debated transforming himself into a large cauldron to elicit a further response from the girl, but he placed that urge away for a later encounter. The silence began to grow, an awkward silence that was louder than the waterfall and the noise of the birds that populated the trees. Then, the cure for the silence arrived in another noiseless action. The stone golem's mouth, that which had been a non-descript line across Sargoth's face, bent upward and widened to reveal a grin. The unnatural show of emotion on the rock surface made the seemingly stoic beast look particularly awkward and somehow softer. The smile was followed by a hollow grumble, perhaps the chuckle of the stone beast. |
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| Mahea | Fri Dec 4, 2009 5:10 am Post #8 |
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Had Sargoth changed into the pot that she claimed him to be, he would have effectively blown her mind for, despite her ramblings, somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that he wasn't really a pot. Of course, that was the part of her mind that was mostly inaccessible and, even when she could grasp it, mostly ignored. So instead she sat, nose pressed to nose, waiting for him to respond in some way, shape, or form. And she continued to wait. The awkward silence made her uncomfortable though she wasn't quite sure why and she started to fidget. Had she somehow made a mistake and this being really was a stone statue instead of a golem? Mahea bit her lower lip, her discomfort increasing. Maybe he was a golem but he just didn't like her? Had she said something wrong? Mahea pulled back from him, mouth opened so that she might stammer out some sort of apology. As she moved, however, the golem’s face changed, the previous cut line of his mouth transforming into a wide grin that was soon mirrored on Mahea’s face. “You have a nice smile!” She told him, all previous discomfort gone now that he had responded in some way. “You know, you never did tell me your name.. That’s not very nice.” Her grin faded a little, the starting of a pout appearing but then another thought popped into her head. “Can you not talk?” |
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| Sargoth | Sat Dec 5, 2009 5:34 pm Post #9 |
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Sargoth's grin seemed to grow wider as Mahea complimented his looks. The guardian was allowed the genuine feeling of happiness manifest across his lips. He had not recieved many real compliments since he found himself capable of emotion. Then Mahea pointed out his rudeness. She was correct in that Sargoth was unable to speak in his current form. Rock golems were typically not intelligent enough for coherent speech, and the stiff, lifeless face only worsened the problem. The edges of Sargoth's grin lost their angle and they fell into a wide frown. The golem's face gave off a sense of helplessness and regret, as apologetic as a golem could become. Sargoth racked his brain for a way to introduce himself, but he found himself limited. His body barred him from speech and he felt it would be rude to speak directly to her mind, presuming her aura would allow him entry. He also could not bring himself to transform to something more social. He worried that he would ruin this amusing conversation. He could only think of one thing. Sargoth blinked slowly and turned his face away from Mahea. He continued to hold her in his palm as his other hand reached away. His large fingertips glided through the air and came to rest on a ledge at the side of the lake, where he dexterously removed a single flower from its home. Hidden by his fingers, Mahea would not be able to see the spectacular transformation that took place. The flower grew larger and its colors more vibrant. It looked almost nothing like it had by the time Sargoth returned it to Mahea and offered it to her. He held it gently and without crushing it, a feat by itself. Its gorgeous red petals glimmered in the sun and waited for Mahea to accept it as a gift. |
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| Mahea | Sat Dec 5, 2009 9:10 pm Post #10 |
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She probably shouldn't be surprised that he couldn't talk, he was made out of stone after all. Mahea paused to think that over, absently chewing on her lower lip as was a habit for her. If he couldn't speak then how would she ever figure out what his name was? "I've got it!" Mahea squealed, her voice taking on a higher pitch that was not exactly pleasing to the ears. "I can guess what your name is!" She bounced up and down on his palm, a wide grin stretching across her face. "That way it doesn't matter if you can't talk because you can just shake your head yes or no!" Mahea froze upon seeing him turn his head away and she blinked, confusion visible. "Do you not like my idea?" Having felt like she'd already hurt his feelings after seeing his grin turn into a frown, she slumped down, her head dropping until her chin hit her chest. At the sound of grinding stone, she peeked out from beneath her lashes in time to see him pluck something from a ledge. She perked up, trying to see what it was that he had gotten but his bulky fingers blocked her view. Luckily, he brought his hand back around to where she sat on his other palm and extended what he had grabbed. When he offered her the flower, her eyes grew wide. The small gold pebble from earlier was dropped to her lap and promptly forgotten about as she reached for the flower, taking it and craddling it in both hands. The vibrant red coloring held her captive, her eyes bright as she cooed over the flower. Once a few moments had gone by, she managed to break her attention away and she carefully tucked the flower into her hair. "It's so pretty!" She told him, the bright smile having returned to her face. |
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| Sargoth | Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:34 pm Post #11 |
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The golem looked with an air of pride as Mahea placed the flower in her hair. It was a stunning contrast and looked beautiful on her. Sargoth had been gaining appreciation for the simplicity of beauty. He would once look upon the collision of worlds and only be struck by the power of the impact. Now he had caught himself staring in awe at water droplets hanging on a spider’s web. He found it strange that this beauty only struck him in a time that he felt the tug of a deeper evil. It was a comfort and a curiosity simultaneously and his overarching feeling seemed to change depending on the day. Sargoth’s bemusement was cut short as movement at the edge of the lake attracted his attention. While the golem had not seen exactly where the girl had entered the lake, he did see a dress skittering along the water-line, golden laces dragging behind like unconscious snakes. Sargoth’s eyebrows curled inward and he lifted a bulky finger to point at the sight. His mouth opened slightly and a rumble uttered forth, like a pile of stones falling atop another. His vision, keen like a hawk, let him see the creature’s face as it peeked out from under the clothing. It was a large squirrel. It seemed to chitter at the golem and girl before vanishing under the garment once again and running into the trees. Sargoth looked down at the girl with a vague expression of concern. |
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| Mahea | Fri Dec 18, 2009 4:22 am Post #12 |
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Curious, Mahea turned to look in the direction he was pointed, wanting to see what it was that had caught the Golem's attention. The bright smile that had previously graced her face dropped like a dead fly, her eyes going wide and her mouth forming a large 'O'. Something was stealing her dress! She came to her senses a moment later and she lunged forward, intent on saving her dress from the evil clutches of whatever it was that was stealing it.. Only, she happened to forget that she was still perched on the Golem's palm, a decent distance up. She landed in the water with a loud splash, her head popping up from the surface after a few seconds so that she could cough and hack to get the water from her lungs. Once she could finally breath again, Mahea swam to shore and was then up and running after the dress thief. You'd think with her inhuman strength and speed, she'd be able to catch up to a simple squirrel but you'd be wrong. Mahea stumbled over branches and rocks, dodging through underbrush as she raced after her dress. She got close enough one time that she jumped for it but her outstretched fingers missed the trailing laces by inches. |
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| Sargoth | Fri Dec 18, 2009 3:56 pm Post #13 |
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The waterfall’s racket was amplified as Sargoth stood slowly from his resting place. Pools of water that had been trapped in the golem’s stonework were let loose to crash into the lake below. The damp beast gained balance as he fully up-righted himself again, still apparently oblivious to the crushing torrents that fell upon his head and shoulders. As Mahea swam after the creature, Sargoth noticed a red speck floating lonesome and tired. The flower which had been tucked into Mahea’s hair had come loose in the commotion. Its departure had released the seal on the magic that Sargoth had imbued into its petals and now it was lifeless, dull, and dead. Sargoth’s limited expressions marked sadness on his face. As he watched, the shell of a flower floated toward the chaos of the falling water and was pushed under the surface. He doubted he would see it again. Sargoth reached to the shore one more time and plucked a new flower, this one becoming as yellow as the sun. He wedged the stem into a crack running across his chest before lurching forward. His large gait carried him across the pond and he nearly caught up to Mahea before she moved into the woods. The canopy blocked his view and barred his entry. Not to be dissuaded from replacing the lost flower, Sargoth placed his palm on the closest tree and pushed. The old birch yielded and bent away, and so Sargoth continued forward. He pushed aside branch and stump alike as though he were pushing his way through a field of corn, each obstructed stride keeping him within eyeshot of Mahea. As Mahea jumped, her fingers missed the laces. Sargoth bent forward to peer beneath the canopy, watching her without expression. He silently wondered if she had injured herself by running recklessly through the forest without thick clothing. The squirrel had taken this pause to stop skittering. The dress was half visible behind a thick bush only a few feet in front of Mahea. Sargoth, too large to help, pointed his finger at the dress a second time to the sound of grinding stone. |
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| Mahea | Fri Dec 18, 2009 7:30 pm Post #14 |
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Mahea snarled, baring her fangs at the person who dared to steal what was hers, her anger and frustration mounting with each second that she didn't get her dress back. She hadn't even considered the fact that by leaving her dress on the shore that someone, or something in this case, would be mean enough to take it from her. I mean, really, if somebody happened to stumble across the dress, wouldn't they see her in the water and assume it was hers and just continue on their way? But no, someone had to go and take it and then she had to race after them to save it. By that point, her white shift was dirty and torn, small scratches covering her figure after her headlong dash through the woods. When she had jumped for, and missed, the dress, she'd landed hard, skinning up both of her knees so that blood dripped down her legs. She was oblivious to the damage done to herself as she scrambled back up to her feet, her focus solely on where she had last seen the dress to be. The grinding of stone, a sound she now knew to mean that the golem was moving, was heard and she glanced back up at him then followed the line of his finger to another set of bushes. There a corner of pink fabric peeked out and Mahea instantly lunged for it. She managed to grab a handful and she tugged. The sound of ripping echoed and she froze, her face losing what little color it had and her eyes going wide. She carefully pulled the rest of the dress out from underneath the bush and stared with horror at the large tear that was now present. Mahea's lower lip protruded and started to tremble, her eyes getting watery at the thought that she'd ruined one of her favorite dresses. |
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| Sargoth | Fri Dec 18, 2009 7:48 pm Post #15 |
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Mahea’s sudden stillness worried Sargoth as she held the dress and faced away from him. He could not see the dampness grow around her eyes, but he knew something was wrong. The tearing sound belonged to neither bush nor squirrel, leaving only one conclusion. Her voracity in chasing her dress told volumes of how much she desired the dress, or at least clarified how little she wanted to continue her journey in undergarments. Now, he feared that the rage and excitement that had been pouring from her like a fountain was now bottled and held within. He was having such a good time with the girl until this point as well. To preserve his growing relationship with the girl, he wanted to help her. To do so, he knew that he would have to understand exactly what was going through her head. Sargoth fell to his knees and leaned under the canopy. His chin nearly scraped against the ground as he used his shoulders to push past a few obstructive trees. The clamor was unavoidable but soon faded as the rock golem moved his nose only a foot away from Mahea’s back. His expression was of concern and confusion, almost urging Mahea to show him what was wrong. The squirrel, finally freed from the dress that had refused to dislodge from his hind paws, continued skittering deeper into the woods. He sought his family that awaited him almost half a mile away. |
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