Sending a Message- Part Two
Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 11:40 pm
As the young Hylian stepped into his room, he could tell by the body language that the situation was dire. Looking the boy right in the eye, he asks:
"She's angry, isn't she?"
Gathering his possessions, he was told that Rauru was his new destination, if only to prove a point. Scythe had been sent to meet with those in Hyrule, yet they didn't show, and Mother was angry. They had to arrive at their location; they had to meet with Scythe. He knew his journey would be a long one, but he counted on the fact that his return trip would be filled with happiness; both for him and Mother. As he took one last glance around, both to check for forgotten articles, but to cherish this moment. He wouldn't see this facility for a while, it was his home, his life, his happy place. Upon exiting, he cringed as the sun beat upon him. His room was purposely on the inside, with no windows, because he despised it's immense heat and the intense light it shadowed Hyrule with.
As his old feet touched the soil, he dug in, as if trying to bury his bones. As the light beat upon his black robes, he was glad that his body no longer allowed him to feel such things. Actually, he didn't feel much of anything anymore. His bones were weak, and his movement was slow, yet he had determination that was unquestionable. His long strides carried him down valleys, up mountains and through rivers. They carried him around rocks, beneath bridges, and overall just carried him.
His journey dragging onward, the hours pass, and he is glad that his mind is so full of memories. He remembers everything from the course of his life, and plays many of his favorites, still enjoying their beauty. These ranged from childhood, to his life of crime and killing, and back. They spanned all moments equally, from the birth of his children, the times he went fishing, all the way to that day. Yet he recounted them all. He enjoyed them all. They would have made him smile.
As he finally began to get close to Hyrule, and you could always tell, he attempted to quicken his pace, though he had little luck. Moving bushes and other obstacles from his path with tiny bursts of magic, he pointed and they were gone. It was unlike any other power he knew of, and it was why he rejoiced over that day. Of course, no one knew the specifics of that day; the only true facts were spread out in his mind, with very little being given to anyone else. Upon relieving the bushes from the soil below, he began to recall more in depth of the exact actions.
A Shiekah, walking by the side of a lake, with a smile on his face. Every once in a while, he stops to feed the animals, skip a rock on the clear blue water, or begin a conversation with a random passerby. Such innocence was never seen these days, yet it was exuded from his in such abundance that many were jealous. He would have been called happy-go-lucky, but that might have been an understatement. As he reaches the Northeastern-most part, he thought he saw something out on the lake, an island, yet he had never noticed it before. As he stopped and looked, it seemed to draw closer, calling out to him.
Looking over his shoulder, he looked around, seeing if anyone else noticed this thing. What was so alarming was the fact that the lake was not so large, you could easily see the opposite shore from any viewpoint, so to spot something new it was unusual. As his eyes return, a semi-transparent bridge sits only a few inches above the surface of the lake, but his foot soon reveals that it is indeed sturdy or at least real. With the tap that ensues, he decides to test the capacity of such a structure, placing his right foot carefully, and upon allowing more weight, soon steps with his left.
Suddenly, all is black around him, all sound vanishes, it seems emotion has been drawn out of everything. Only when a light appears from where the island used to be does he have any idea about what to do. Slowly stepping across the bridge, he soon makes his way over to the location of the light. Considering that it since he has no clue of what else lies there, he reaches out to the light desiringly. When it connects with his body, flames erupt, burning his flesh from his bones, and forcing his body to the ground. After the damage is done, a small Deku appears by his head. He begins speaking with a breathy, dull voice that lacks emotion.
"Yes, by taking this light, you have been endowed with my curse. You will find many benefits to owning it, yet as all curses have, the drawbacks are... unpleasant to say the least. I will use the last effects of my magic to return you to your own world, where you will be forced to live... for eternity!"
An intense laughter is allowed, and suddenly an immense pain comes from everywhere. Compassion and emotion are replaced with pain and anger, yet this is only amplified by the bright burst of light as he is suddenly thrown onto the ground back by the lake. His last vision is that of the bony Deku regaining his flesh, taking a smile, and apparently returning to normal.
As he regains consciousness, he feels the sun directing its rays toward him, almost as if trying to chase him away. He looks at his new surroundings, and is enraged to see those he had just chatted with running in fear, animals cowering at his sight, and the overall reaction to his arrival. He wanted to be the same guy they knew and envied, yet something stole that from him, a Deku, he did not even wonder why. There was too much newly acquired anger, he just wanted to kill something, annoy someone, and be a nuisance.
It took him time to get used to his new body, the lack of flesh a major hindrance His first stop was the nearest bank, but he didn't know why. Money was nothing to him now, he wasn't buying anything, he had no need. No one would attempt to sell anything to one such as him. They were threatened by his new body. This was partially the reason he didn't invest in new robes, he was punished with not having flesh, and he gave everyone else the punishment of having to see him. He was a most disturbing sight.
As the time passed, he soon grew tired of this unorganized type of crime, it really lacked rewards for him, as his materialistic gathering couldn't be used. This as when he met Mother, and soon joined her ranks, killing and stealing for her was worthwhile She taught him to harness his immense new abilities, fine-tuning them into more deadly, concentrated portions, and gave him a place to stay with the respect he deserved. This was why he stayed loyal, stayed there, and didn't regret a moment of it. A symbiotic relationship where both prospered so long as they had the other. This was the way he wanted to be.
He didn't know why he did most of the stuff he did, but frankly he didn't care, his heart was content at the thought of having someone dictate what would happen, and he trusted there was a perfect reason for everything. That was why she thought of him as the perfect minion, she had observed his unorthodox style of crime on several occasions, and had finally found the courage to ask him to join. She promised to help him with what he desired most, finding the way to create the light. What she didn't tell him was that she really didn't want him to change back, she benefited from him only as long as he was a tortured soul, searching for himself and killing everything to find it.
That brought him to where he was today, having at some point obtained a darkened black robe, one that foretold of death, and was consumed by a magical aura. He was about to make the final leg into Hyrule, all that was left was to pass the final mountain and find Rauru. He had been there before, so he knew where he was going, and he was ready to be there. Having finally had enough of this journey, he no longer wished to traverse to the peak and then back down. Stopping, he takes a seat on the grass below, and begins meditating, but he did this more for fun. After only a couple seconds, his body had already begun the process of which he was preparing. Holding perfectly still, he is suddenly gone.
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In the center of Rauru town, a bench sits lonely, hoping to have a visitor. Little does it know, its dream was about to come true. Out of nowhere a robed form appears, sitting cross-legged upon the bench, arms down, and peacefully still. He doesn't appear to be doing much of anything, though anyone who knew him would have instantly recognized that this was his version of plotting. His eyes followed the weary souls that wandered around the town, his head not moving, it was as if nothing registered in his mind. Suddenly as one Human walks through, the head moves, following the movement.
"YOU!"
An all-encompassing voice that comes from nowhere screams, but this man is the only one who stops. He turns around and begins making his way over to the robed figure. Apparently this wasn't fast enough, because the figure teleports once again, this time, he's standing directly in front of the Human. Cackling evilly the man begins his ritualistic torture of the Human.
First turning his hands upward, black beams fire darkly and crash into the Human's blue eyes. This causes quite a reaction, not only from the affected- who has begun screaming wildly- and running around with an insane path, but also from those who witness such a horrific action. As the man turns quickly, it becomes apparent that his eyes are gone, replaced with absolute nothingness. Now that the Human can't see, the vile creature next fires from his right hand, relieving the man from his tongue, effectively silencing the situation to nothing more than a few whimpers.
The man begins with the third removal of body parts as he again brings his left hand into the deal. Moving down to a lower target, the beams fly down at a much lower trajectory, soon coming into contact with the man's feet, tearing them from his body. This causes the whining man to fall flat to his face, but in the process, he fires two more rounds. Each one contacts the man's elbows, disintegrating the joints, and causing everything from the forearms to plain fall off. Those who are witnessing this torture are appalled, terrified, and hesitant to move. Some do allow gasps to escape as they see the fourth pieces vanish, and with good reason. The man, now rendered officially helpless on the ground can do nothing; he has no will, nor enough body part remaining to care. He lies there, wishing for the intense pain to consume him, and finally allow him to die.
The evil being doesn't stop there, his fifth and final act is the most sinister, yet the most remarkable. Kneeling down, he places one finger at each ear, and each finger is soon consumed with black. It can be assumed that he has used the beams on the man by his next reaction. It seems as if he has the power to choose what disintegrates and what stays, because suddenly the body starts thrashing about wildly, not really attempting to get up, just to move.
His final act has him shooting concentrated beams that fry certain portions of the brain, yet leaving the most primal instinctive ones, thus allowing the body to react to pain, yet removing all intelligence. A scary thought is how much practice it would have taken to successfully do such a thing, and that thought really shows his dedication, and his insanity.
He crosses his arms and quickly vanishes from sight. The only two remaining pieces of his presence being the man left on the ground, still thrashing, and
The villagers of Rauru still have no clue what to do, looking around unsurely, still not totally certain they are safe from the wrath of the man who just left. None really moving, they all kinda just stand around, mouths opens, many crying. This was the most frightened they had ever been, they hoped they never had to see anything like this ever again.
"She's angry, isn't she?"
Gathering his possessions, he was told that Rauru was his new destination, if only to prove a point. Scythe had been sent to meet with those in Hyrule, yet they didn't show, and Mother was angry. They had to arrive at their location; they had to meet with Scythe. He knew his journey would be a long one, but he counted on the fact that his return trip would be filled with happiness; both for him and Mother. As he took one last glance around, both to check for forgotten articles, but to cherish this moment. He wouldn't see this facility for a while, it was his home, his life, his happy place. Upon exiting, he cringed as the sun beat upon him. His room was purposely on the inside, with no windows, because he despised it's immense heat and the intense light it shadowed Hyrule with.
As his old feet touched the soil, he dug in, as if trying to bury his bones. As the light beat upon his black robes, he was glad that his body no longer allowed him to feel such things. Actually, he didn't feel much of anything anymore. His bones were weak, and his movement was slow, yet he had determination that was unquestionable. His long strides carried him down valleys, up mountains and through rivers. They carried him around rocks, beneath bridges, and overall just carried him.
His journey dragging onward, the hours pass, and he is glad that his mind is so full of memories. He remembers everything from the course of his life, and plays many of his favorites, still enjoying their beauty. These ranged from childhood, to his life of crime and killing, and back. They spanned all moments equally, from the birth of his children, the times he went fishing, all the way to that day. Yet he recounted them all. He enjoyed them all. They would have made him smile.
As he finally began to get close to Hyrule, and you could always tell, he attempted to quicken his pace, though he had little luck. Moving bushes and other obstacles from his path with tiny bursts of magic, he pointed and they were gone. It was unlike any other power he knew of, and it was why he rejoiced over that day. Of course, no one knew the specifics of that day; the only true facts were spread out in his mind, with very little being given to anyone else. Upon relieving the bushes from the soil below, he began to recall more in depth of the exact actions.
A Shiekah, walking by the side of a lake, with a smile on his face. Every once in a while, he stops to feed the animals, skip a rock on the clear blue water, or begin a conversation with a random passerby. Such innocence was never seen these days, yet it was exuded from his in such abundance that many were jealous. He would have been called happy-go-lucky, but that might have been an understatement. As he reaches the Northeastern-most part, he thought he saw something out on the lake, an island, yet he had never noticed it before. As he stopped and looked, it seemed to draw closer, calling out to him.
Looking over his shoulder, he looked around, seeing if anyone else noticed this thing. What was so alarming was the fact that the lake was not so large, you could easily see the opposite shore from any viewpoint, so to spot something new it was unusual. As his eyes return, a semi-transparent bridge sits only a few inches above the surface of the lake, but his foot soon reveals that it is indeed sturdy or at least real. With the tap that ensues, he decides to test the capacity of such a structure, placing his right foot carefully, and upon allowing more weight, soon steps with his left.
Suddenly, all is black around him, all sound vanishes, it seems emotion has been drawn out of everything. Only when a light appears from where the island used to be does he have any idea about what to do. Slowly stepping across the bridge, he soon makes his way over to the location of the light. Considering that it since he has no clue of what else lies there, he reaches out to the light desiringly. When it connects with his body, flames erupt, burning his flesh from his bones, and forcing his body to the ground. After the damage is done, a small Deku appears by his head. He begins speaking with a breathy, dull voice that lacks emotion.
"Yes, by taking this light, you have been endowed with my curse. You will find many benefits to owning it, yet as all curses have, the drawbacks are... unpleasant to say the least. I will use the last effects of my magic to return you to your own world, where you will be forced to live... for eternity!"
An intense laughter is allowed, and suddenly an immense pain comes from everywhere. Compassion and emotion are replaced with pain and anger, yet this is only amplified by the bright burst of light as he is suddenly thrown onto the ground back by the lake. His last vision is that of the bony Deku regaining his flesh, taking a smile, and apparently returning to normal.
As he regains consciousness, he feels the sun directing its rays toward him, almost as if trying to chase him away. He looks at his new surroundings, and is enraged to see those he had just chatted with running in fear, animals cowering at his sight, and the overall reaction to his arrival. He wanted to be the same guy they knew and envied, yet something stole that from him, a Deku, he did not even wonder why. There was too much newly acquired anger, he just wanted to kill something, annoy someone, and be a nuisance.
It took him time to get used to his new body, the lack of flesh a major hindrance His first stop was the nearest bank, but he didn't know why. Money was nothing to him now, he wasn't buying anything, he had no need. No one would attempt to sell anything to one such as him. They were threatened by his new body. This was partially the reason he didn't invest in new robes, he was punished with not having flesh, and he gave everyone else the punishment of having to see him. He was a most disturbing sight.
As the time passed, he soon grew tired of this unorganized type of crime, it really lacked rewards for him, as his materialistic gathering couldn't be used. This as when he met Mother, and soon joined her ranks, killing and stealing for her was worthwhile She taught him to harness his immense new abilities, fine-tuning them into more deadly, concentrated portions, and gave him a place to stay with the respect he deserved. This was why he stayed loyal, stayed there, and didn't regret a moment of it. A symbiotic relationship where both prospered so long as they had the other. This was the way he wanted to be.
He didn't know why he did most of the stuff he did, but frankly he didn't care, his heart was content at the thought of having someone dictate what would happen, and he trusted there was a perfect reason for everything. That was why she thought of him as the perfect minion, she had observed his unorthodox style of crime on several occasions, and had finally found the courage to ask him to join. She promised to help him with what he desired most, finding the way to create the light. What she didn't tell him was that she really didn't want him to change back, she benefited from him only as long as he was a tortured soul, searching for himself and killing everything to find it.
That brought him to where he was today, having at some point obtained a darkened black robe, one that foretold of death, and was consumed by a magical aura. He was about to make the final leg into Hyrule, all that was left was to pass the final mountain and find Rauru. He had been there before, so he knew where he was going, and he was ready to be there. Having finally had enough of this journey, he no longer wished to traverse to the peak and then back down. Stopping, he takes a seat on the grass below, and begins meditating, but he did this more for fun. After only a couple seconds, his body had already begun the process of which he was preparing. Holding perfectly still, he is suddenly gone.
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In the center of Rauru town, a bench sits lonely, hoping to have a visitor. Little does it know, its dream was about to come true. Out of nowhere a robed form appears, sitting cross-legged upon the bench, arms down, and peacefully still. He doesn't appear to be doing much of anything, though anyone who knew him would have instantly recognized that this was his version of plotting. His eyes followed the weary souls that wandered around the town, his head not moving, it was as if nothing registered in his mind. Suddenly as one Human walks through, the head moves, following the movement.
"YOU!"
An all-encompassing voice that comes from nowhere screams, but this man is the only one who stops. He turns around and begins making his way over to the robed figure. Apparently this wasn't fast enough, because the figure teleports once again, this time, he's standing directly in front of the Human. Cackling evilly the man begins his ritualistic torture of the Human.
First turning his hands upward, black beams fire darkly and crash into the Human's blue eyes. This causes quite a reaction, not only from the affected- who has begun screaming wildly- and running around with an insane path, but also from those who witness such a horrific action. As the man turns quickly, it becomes apparent that his eyes are gone, replaced with absolute nothingness. Now that the Human can't see, the vile creature next fires from his right hand, relieving the man from his tongue, effectively silencing the situation to nothing more than a few whimpers.
The man begins with the third removal of body parts as he again brings his left hand into the deal. Moving down to a lower target, the beams fly down at a much lower trajectory, soon coming into contact with the man's feet, tearing them from his body. This causes the whining man to fall flat to his face, but in the process, he fires two more rounds. Each one contacts the man's elbows, disintegrating the joints, and causing everything from the forearms to plain fall off. Those who are witnessing this torture are appalled, terrified, and hesitant to move. Some do allow gasps to escape as they see the fourth pieces vanish, and with good reason. The man, now rendered officially helpless on the ground can do nothing; he has no will, nor enough body part remaining to care. He lies there, wishing for the intense pain to consume him, and finally allow him to die.
The evil being doesn't stop there, his fifth and final act is the most sinister, yet the most remarkable. Kneeling down, he places one finger at each ear, and each finger is soon consumed with black. It can be assumed that he has used the beams on the man by his next reaction. It seems as if he has the power to choose what disintegrates and what stays, because suddenly the body starts thrashing about wildly, not really attempting to get up, just to move.
His final act has him shooting concentrated beams that fry certain portions of the brain, yet leaving the most primal instinctive ones, thus allowing the body to react to pain, yet removing all intelligence. A scary thought is how much practice it would have taken to successfully do such a thing, and that thought really shows his dedication, and his insanity.
He crosses his arms and quickly vanishes from sight. The only two remaining pieces of his presence being the man left on the ground, still thrashing, and
the note that was left on the bench wrote:Adventures, you have no one to blame but yourselves. We were not pleased when you proceeded to ignore the meeting with Scythe. Let this be a lesson to you, and I suggest you make your way there as soon as possible. Next time I will have to be even more drastic.
The villagers of Rauru still have no clue what to do, looking around unsurely, still not totally certain they are safe from the wrath of the man who just left. None really moving, they all kinda just stand around, mouths opens, many crying. This was the most frightened they had ever been, they hoped they never had to see anything like this ever again.