As you trek across the hot barren wasteland, you come to a small alter. The alter has a few musical notes carved in it...

~Pyre treked through the endless sands, looking towards the horizon and the ocean that lay beyond. Unfortunately, the desert strectched for a long way, and the water was equally out of reach. He sighed and stopped for a moment. Turning around to survey the land for any clue. How the hell was he supposed to find the sacred stone in this huge barren wasteland.

As if to mock his plight, the constant winds picked up to a fever pitch, kicking up large billows of wind, flinging them around with relative easy. The sandstorm battered his face, and soon the ranger was covered from head to toe in sand. The hylian actually liked sand, but this was a bit too much.

Pyre roared in frustruation, but that only made things worse. It reminded him of the problems controlling his anger he had been having recently. After he had merciless left a skullchild to a slow death after cutting off his legs, it seemed to have grown worse.

Now ever, he had bigger problems and a bit of anger would actually help. He started to push forward into the storm, put then just as suddenly as the anger came, it abandoned him. In its place was a haunting melody that floated through the air as if carried by the fierce winds. He found himself drawn to it, though something about it screamed out danger. Danger was exactly what he was looking for, and what better place to start his search for the sacred stone?

Pyre began to plow through the blowing sands, and soon saw a indistinct shape in front of him. As he moved closer, it started to take on an exact form, and the hylian found himself standing in front of an alter. He reached out and moved his hand over the surface, completely obscured by sand. The hylian wiped off what he could to find a series of music notes inscribed on it. When he saw this the music in the air stopped. Looks like he had found the source.

Pyralin began to read through the notes, but the melody was much like that that had carried through the air, vague and haunting. What was he supposed to do with this strange shrine?~

The haunting melody that had drawn the warrior here, had dissapeared as quickly as it had rang out into the desert. The musical notes that were carved in the alter were that of the very song that had enchanted the man, who drew ever closer to fate...

~Pyre's fingers traced along the carved notes. Slowly, each pitch began to form in his head. The hylian was very closely bound to music. Be it organized man made music or the music of nature out in the forest, or even desert, it made the world what it is for the ranger. Through this tight connection, he had gained a natural affinity for it, commonly known as perfect pitch.

Even subconsiously his life line thrummed along with the sound, he began to hum the haunting tune inscribed on the alter. Slowly, the song flowing from the ranger began to grow in pace and strength, and he could feel the music down to his bones.

What would happen next however, he had no clue.~

At this tune, the entire desert silenced. Ever so creepingly silent. Then, the worst possible thing happened. The wind kicked up. The sand began flying in every direction, more vicious than ever before. It was enough to tear a man to pieces, and leave him undiscovered under the ever shifting sands. However, fate hadn't this in store for the warrior. A solitary spot in the desert was completely shielded from the blistering sands: The very spot where Pyre was standing.

The sand tore everything to pieces, even the cactus's that normally withstood the cursed winds. A small tremor rang out beneath the ranger's feet, and the alter that stood before him began to glow in an ominous fashion. Just under the musical inscription, words began to form... However, they were in Gerudic, and illegible to the vagabond. Suddenly, the small alter began to sink into the sand, leaving nothing of a trace behind.

As if enough wasn't happening, a sound rang out of the wind storm. If it could be described as anything, it would be the sound of a cow bell. Oddly enough, it was as far from a cow as possible, as a large poe appeared out of the desert sands. It's neck twisted at a disgusting angle, as it looked down at Pyralin. As menacing as it looked, it seemed hardly hostile. In fact, it seemed happy to see him. It was holding a lanturn, but it wasn't lit. It spun the lantern around several times, before appearing just inches from the man's face. It's breath was sour, and it's eyes pierced his own.

I'll be your guide on your way,
but coming back, I won't play!
I'll show you the only way to go,
so follow me and don't be slow!

After these words had been hissed, it turned its back, and began slowly making it's way away from the ranger. It's lantern suddenly lit, and the sand instantly dissipated before it got within a seven foot radius of the ghoul. Perhaps it would be a wise idea to keep up with the poe; for the sand storm was closing in behind the man...

~Pyre stopped singing, and looked warily around at the suddenly silent desert. The way that it seemed to herald the coming of something else worried him. Tantari was not a nice place, and anything could be lurking beneath the sands. Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to think about that before the "something else" came.

With one blast of wind, the storm rose to unprecidented levels. It seemed that everything around him was being torn to shreds, leaving only him unscathed. Pyralin shivered as the pure power of the wind destroyed his surroundings, but then something happened that aknewed the trembles down his spine.

A single poe floated towards him through the raging storm, its lone lantern shining eerily through the wall of sand. As it approached, the hylian whipped out his blades, and settled into a battle stance, but it didn't seem like the ghost was going to attack. Instead, it seemed like it wanted to lead him somewhere. The ranger wasn't quite sure how to react, but soon it started to float away, and likewise the storm started to close in, erasing any choice he had.

Pyre started to run forward, blades still gripped tightly, moving towards the Poe at a careful distance between it and the sandstorm. Though the sound of the wind blotted out most of the noise, he had to shout out anyways. "Why are you doing this? Where are we going?" He wasn't sure if his voice would carry or not, but it was worth a try. By the looks of this poe, the hylian wasn't going to be too pleased by their destination, but if it lead to the sacred stone it was worth it. This was for Dogura.~

The sands whipped around the two solitary figures, as they moved through the deadly storm. The ghoul occasionally turned around to see if the ranger was still following. Sudedenly, it stopped, and dropped its lanturn into the sand. It turned around, and looked down upon Pyralin, almost as if deciding what to do next. As if its question had been answered all along, it swayed to the side, and revealed a small set of stairs, which would take him under the sand.

"Go... This is where I take my leave..."

The stairs were made up of what seemed like old stone. There was a bit of light comming from inside the cavern. It would be impossible to predict exactly what was going to happen next. Guay began circling the man from high in the sky. Any old hag would know that it was a bad omen for Guay to circle over you in the sky. It basically meant you were a dead man. The only way to know for sure what was in store for Pyralin... would be for him to take the staircase, and see for his own eyes what awaits him below the surface of civilization...

~When the poe revealed the staircase leading down into the sands, he couldn't help but think: didn't I JUST do this in a desert tomb not far from here... He was interupted from his thoughts by the cawing of Guay from above. That gave him a pretty good idea of what to expect. Lots of dead things. Being a hylian, he wasn't particularly looking forward to fighting against his weakness, shadows, but he liked the desert quite a bit, so maybe that would make up for it.

The ranger stared down into the descending darkness before looking back up at the poe. "Thank you." That was all he had to say for now, and began to take his first cautious steps into the black oblivion below...~

The stairway lead down into a narrow passage. It would have been dark, if it weren't for the lit torches that lined the wall. The walls were mostly built up of stone, and glued together with some kind of clay. The hallway was dank, and it reeked of mold. The floor was only that of cold sand, and a few pebbles. At the end of the hallway, there was a door, which looked like it was made from a large piece of driftwood. It had no knob, but rather looked like it could just be pushed over.

~Pyre had arrived in a strange hallway. Contrary to his previous belief that this was going to be a long pitch black passage, it instead was lit by torches, and a weak wooden door awaited him. There seemed only one logical course of action, and the ranger took it. As soon as he was standing right in front of the door, his boot came up, and then flashed out at the thin portal, hopefully breaking it down. If not, he was trapped, and then something would probably drop down behind him, or something equally unpleasant. He hoped the door was as feeble as it seemed and nothing more sinister lay in his immediate vicinity.~

(((OOC: sorry for the short post. Must play final fantasy....)))

The door flew from the hinges, and landed with a typical "wood hitting sand" sound on the ground. This room was small, and dusty. Nothing but a small stone tablet in the middle of the room. The floor, much like the last room, was made up of sand. It was a dome shaped room, and there were a few stone support beams around the outer edge of the room. It smelled of must, and there was a barred door on the other side of room.

It was round, following the style of the rest of the room. It seemed as if a stone rolling door was put in the way. All that would be required to open it, would be the muscle strength to push it to the side. However, the bars prevented anything larger than a mouse to slip through. The tablet sat in the center of the room, almost beckoning the ranger to step forward, and grasp it...

OOC: Sorry Pabru! I'm here and I'm... straight. So lets continue this shall we.

~Pyre looked into the new room wearily, cautious for anything that might attack him. However, first apperanced showed nothing too threatening. Actually the showed nothing much of anything. He scanned the room, especially the corners and supports, for Keese and other such creatures that had more reclusive natures [Non tablet based awareness check].

Then he strode forward to inspect the tablet more closely. He was fairly certain that he would have to use the tablet to unlock the door, or at least it would give him a clue that would lead him to another method of opening the door. The ranger still didn't let his guard down even while he tried to see what the tablet said; who knows what dangers awaited him, and though they had yet to appear, they still had plenty of chances to try and take the young adventurer's life.~

Pyre's awareness check failed (1+7[Roll + INT]VS10), and he notices nothing of interest in the room. The tablet in the middle of the room was in some incomprehensible language. It looked most like Gerudic, and many characters filled the the small stone tablet. The room suddenly began to feel... heavier. The weight of everything felt as if it had increased, but it might just be the humidity getting to the ranger.[Pyre loses 1 AGI] Suddenly, a noise was heard, and a ball of darkness shot just past the man! It hit the wall, and left a scorched mark where it had collided. Looking up, Pyralin would notice a Wizzrobe floating overhead! It waved it's wand around, and began charging another blast...

Dark Wizzrobe
25 HP, 30 SPL

Dark energy ball: Deals a fixed amount of damage, equal to the opponents level
costs: 5 spell

Gravity enhancement: Using advanced magics, the user can make the opponent feel heavier, reducing his/her AGI stat by 1 for the next 3 rounds.
costs: 8 spell

Wack: A Wizzrobe's excessively weak last resort. It swings it's wand madly, desperately trying to strike down it's target.

Weapon: Wand
+1 to attack
+2 to magical resistance
A small wand commonly used by Wizzrobes. A real magic user would never use something as weak.

Strength: 1
Defense: 5
Agility: 3
Intelligence: 5
Spirit: 3

OOC: Thats right. I'm using the OLD Wizzrobes. The way they were when they were awesome!

(((OOC: WHAT IS THIS???? YOUR USING WIZROBES TOO??? ARRRGHGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! GO TO ROGUE REDEZVOUS 3 IN RUTO TOWN. I ALREADY HAVE A ducking WIZROBE BATTLE GOING ON!!!!!! My wizrobe is super overpowered though .)))

~Pyre frowned deeply as the air got heavier and heavier. At first he tried to dismiss it as but a natural effect of the tunnels, but when he could the hear the whoosh of something moving through the air towards him, he knew that there was something more sinister at work. As he jerked his head back, he could feel the very air resisting his movement. It would be a lot harder to attack and dodge this way. If his opponent was also fast, this battle could be almost impossible.

However when he looked up to view his foe, he only say a dark wizrobe. This kind couldn't teleport like their cousins in the other ancient places of Hyrule. It would be brute power against brute power, with the hylian utilizing his remaining speed the best he could. It would probably be good to keep up a strong mental defense as well, to help him against the magical attacks the creature was sure to employ.

The moment after he saw the thing that had attacked him he sprang into action, leaping into the air. The ranger found that he didn't quite spring into action like he planned to, but rather, sluggishly turned around and then jumped. Despite the increased gravity, he still managed to lash out with his sword and dagger, turning in midair to use a double spin attack. [Duel Wield] Pyre wasn't sure if the attack would strike true or not in his altered environment, but he put his trust in his blades and his own training, ready for whatever would happen next.~

The Wizzrobe floated around in the air playfully, as it taunted the ranger. It obviously figured that Pyralin was no more than a simple cave excavator. Had it known that the teen was actually a warrior, it would have taken better care to avoid the two blades the closed in on it, even in the thick gravity.

[AGI(-1 for gravity enhancement)+Roll=15]VS[DEF+AGI=8] It squealed in pain, as 12 damage was taken from it's life-force. It was down, but surely not out. It floated high up above the warrior, and danced around in the air, before waving it's wand around in a sideways 8 type motion. It giggled a bit, before finally launching an attack at his opponent. The dark sphere hurled towards Pyralin, and the ranger was unable to resist the attack. [Roll+SPI=19] The boy suffered 8 points of damage, and the Wizzrobe celebrated by dancing around several feet over the vagabond's head.

Pyralin: 53 HP (Gravity Enhancement: 2 more rounds)
Dark Wizzrobe: 13 HP, 12 SPL

--Pyralin loses 1 AGI--