Ok, so I need to tell my story. I am compelled. Your all very good at this, I don't see why we can't just free form things, there is no reason we can't just free form this. Wyndisis is a chicken, Gul has just charged a "Re-dead" into the light, Korind is being suspeneded up on the wall. Red is in the "Green House."
Everyone please place your stats at the bottom of your post they are
ATK DEF SPD SPL HP
Everyone please choose 1 great, 1 good and 1 poor. The other Stats please determine as average. So Jack Half-a-Prayer would be:
Atk: Good
Def: Poor
Spd: Great
Spl: Average
Hp: Average.
(Grt, Gd, Avg, Pr, for abreaviations.) These We will use as the basis for resolution of actions. You might add them to your Sig. What else do I need to cover before we start?
Yes, Wyndisis is poised above, Marin is thrusting his spear at this friend of mine. Don't remember too much else... Without further waitage,
Atk: Poor
Def: Average
Spd: Average
Spl: Great
Hp: Good
Something like that?
The last thing I remember is walking into the 'green house'. I must have missed the attack and Wyndisis fluttering around.
Atk: Poor
Def: Average
Spd: Great
Spl: Good
Hp: Average
What's Shiva doing right now? He just threw his spear at the chicken and was awaiting it's landing on the ground. Result?
Shiva:
Att- Average
Def- Good
Spd- Great
Spl- Poor
Hp- Average
Just need Wyndisis, Marin, and I'll contact Stone (Gul) and ask him to join us. This will be a redux version of the quest, more likely than not. I will be triming the quest down a little from how I envisioned it, to keep with the new time frame before HA 2.
Last thing I did was fire "life" at a zombie. I use two swords, not a spear.
ATT-18, poor
DEF-21, average
SPD-27, good
SPL-19, average
HP-36, great
DMG- 29, two gilded swords plus power gloves
Sorry Marin, the power glove(1) only effects one attack. Your DMG is 29.
Yay, we're almost all ready.
Damage will not come to greatly into play, this is largely free form. And, as in Zelda, its now how much you hurt your opponent, but how you hurt them...
Where's Wyndisis?
Here I am. Don't feel like doing the math so...
ATT: low
DEF: low
SPD: Moderate
SPL: Kick butt
HP: Moderate
Oh, Wynd--you are aware that you get a
Great,
Good,
Average,
Average, and a
Poor
To slot into your 5 stats? Anyway, I'm guessing that approx. stats, skills, and equip here, Dylan? How should we go about doing this?
Wynd's Spl, would be Etxraordinary actualy.
Will we be ready to start (or should I say finish) this soon? I hope I'm not sounding impatient, but I don't like waiting. Ooh, how's that for an oxymoron.
Ha HA! Gull is here!
Atc: Great
Def: Avg
Spd: Avg
Spl: Poor
HP: Good
Lead on o' mighty teller of tales!
This will start on the 'marrow! Be here or...don't....
re-setting the sceen:
Korind's form hangs on the wall, one of the Re-dead(?) looking up at him its blue tattoos smattered with rainbow light, its red tatoos finaly fading to dried blood instead of their firebrand glow (endurance check please). Shiva, confused at the flying coocu throws his spear (dodge check wyndisis) and red is standing in the door way of the green house. He can see a curved room that extends to his left and right, a path hugging the near wall. The far wall has tall windows cut twice your hight into the wall, near the roof. At the foot of the far wall is a pool of unknown depth, about every 10 feet in this pool there is vine covered column. Gul stands in the doorway to the room with the Re-dead. Get it on!
The cleric blinks rapidly as a thin gurgle is squeezed out of the throat. He stretches his shoulder blades against the hard wall and fights off the blackness in an attempt for a clearer mind--maybe a better view of the re-dead?
Nope. He heaves back down like a deflated balloon. He tries to bring his chin lower, to little avail. The boy's eyes slip close; a small smile manages to creep onto his face.
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"If you can't beat 'em, boy--join 'em! Ha! Ha!" The smile drooped, comically, though the expression assumed was far from joking. Morosely, the Zoran stared Korind in the eyes. A woman only just past her prime, she hefted her bladed boomerangs with a bit of a grieved smirk before speaking. "I'll tell you something--a quiet skill, wouldn't really call it magic. They wouldn't be able to class it as white or black anyway, so out the window it goes, eh? Ha! Ha!" Korind laughed, but quieted as she grew somber again. "It's simple, only because you don't really ever practice this sort of thing. Defensive--you just prevent yourself from getting killed by rendering yourself clinically dead for a short period of time." Korind had burst out loud laughing. The Zora shook her head. "It works," she said quietly, in a way that shut the boy up instantly.
A foggy memory. A lecture on abdomens, brains, and air. She taught with a touch of impatience, explaining as well as she could. "Underwater, strangled, trapped in a box--stop, mentalize the breathing though there's no air, wait, sing in your mind. Do not allow yourself to die from the pain. Then, when everything goes out, pray, pray like the dickens! Din, Nayru, whatever! You'll need a touch of providence to survive." A wry grin.
"Thanks for the herbs, boy, and--" A high, singing cackle--"Don't die out there."
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The smile disappears. Korind's shoulders come to rest, as does everything else. The grip around his throat seems to fuse into him like stone. The light...
Nayru, help! Goodnight...
Looking back into the room where he came from he sees the continued struggle against the undead creature. He turns back looking towards the pool at the other end of the room.
'There is nothing more I can do.' he thinks remembering his attempt to get the creatures attention and begins to follow the path set near the wall, pacing slowly and with a heavy heart, he wonders about he peculiar placement of the path but he continues to follow it.
Reaching the end of the path he looks up at the large windows and glances at the columns. He then peers into the pool, looking down into it's depths.
OOC: So I realy did pick it up? Phew! That's a relief!
IC:Grabbing fistfuls of burial wrappings Gul the Destroyer whips the animated corpse above his head and with a mighty barbaric shout that recalls the strength of the mighty mountains and the rage of a terrible thunderstorm, Gul hurls the abomination into the sunlight. With an air of hope that the creature will burst into flames, or at least get really wet in the pool, Gull watches with satisfaction.
What about me?
Din, Nayru... help me. Wyndisis remembers as he attempts to dive-bomb the undead figure strangling Korind. Would a spell, or perhaps...? Yes! Heal it Korind! Nayru's love... who thought it would work. He only wished he could speak, but if he could get that redead to loosen its grip...
OOC: Marin, I guess it'd be safe enough to just re-note that your character is in the room...if it's still a light burst you'd like him to do, go ahead and do it. Hop on in, the water's warm! (er...)
OOC: I'm sorry about the Delay on this. I've been very distracted recently and I considered making this my final post announcing my retirement from HA. But the new Zelda Info has gotten into my blood and here I am agian. So without further ado, lets go!
Narraton: Everything happens at once. Gul's weight crashes down on the creature which turns on him with soulful eyes as it flys head long into the light. The yellow sun falls full on its grey flesh, its red tattoo's begin to fade, its blue tattoos glow and seem to give off a saphire light of their own. You see a ghost of movement, a sinuous red blur writhes its way around the creature's body and slides down its throat. The blue glow fades back to normal. The Re-Dead(?) rises and begins to shamble down the path in the Greenhouse(?) towards Red.
Meanwhile suspened against the wall, Korind's body hangs, calm. The creature on the ground, its left hand raised toward Korind mutters to itself, beging for help. It speach slows, fades, it smiles and falls to the ground, its blue tattoo's glowing and then fading. There is a sinous movement...somewhere... on its body, and then gone! Korind Drops to the Ground.
Marin stands in the doorway shocked and amazed by the sight, Adara floats languidly next to him. Five more of the creatures make there way towards the heros mutting pleas for salvaion.
Off to the hero's left stands the doorway, its heavy Iron Doors open wide, its maw bleeding bright light into the room.
Meanwhile Red reaches the end of the semi-circualr room. It ends in a tall Iron door carved with glyphs you cannot read. In front of it are 5 switches on the ground, all carved of a smooth red stone. The water is clear and smells fresh, but you cannot make out what is in the depths...
OOC: The water's in Red's room, correct? And this room's dry, I assume.
IC: Shiva hears a quiet gurgling off to his left. Stopping, he finally draws his eyes from their lock on his spear. Shaking his head, he gazes over at Korind and watches as his body falls limp. 'That *^$#@(% re-dead just killed Korind!' He thinks. Suddenly he seems to be a new person, almost psychotic. He takes off, completely ignoring everything that's going on around him. His mind racing, he sees the beast finish choking Korind, and as it drops him to the ground, he loses it. "#&$%, WHY!?!" He reaches down, preparing to draw his spear, he can't grab it. Realizing he never got it back, he moans at his stupidity. He reacts anyway, rage controlling his thought, actions, he finally approaches the monstrosity. "Die *%&#@" He attempts to kick the creature, with fury of unknown descent. He keeps throwing a flurry of punches, hoping to gain some sort of advantage, then he tries to grab it, and put it into a submissive-style strangle-hold. All his mind can think of is how to take revenge for Korind.
The body lands loosely, turning over onto it's back when it hits the ground. The dirt-green cap slips from the forehead back, flattening in a soft triangle of cloth. Wilted black hair. Relaxed, open hands; the multifaceted cloak open and free, yet revealling only more folds of robe. At the collar Korind's neck shows no movement that you can see without stooping down. The lips, rapidly growing a purplish hue, are still transfixed in a sort of rigor mortis smile. As are the pointed Hylian ears: they are craned upwards, if anything.
Shouts. Whistling, the whirring of flurried limbs. Is that Shiva cursing?
Red peers down into the pool but the light fades into darkness hiding what may lie in its depths. He drags his hand across the water his fingers just breaking the waters surface. The ripples floe from his hand before dissolving back into calm water as they spread out.
He looks towards the iron door and the stones that lay before it. Five of them. he thinks in quiet contemplation. If only I knew what... At that moment the relative silence of the room is broken. Aside from the gentle lapping of the water in the pool there is another sound, a shuffling, moaning.
'No! It can't be!' Red's eyes widen as he comes to the realiseation that one of those creatures is in the room with him. He turns round rapidly, his cloak fluttering behind him as he does so. 'I though would be safe, but it looks like the Goddesses have other plans.' He draws his swords so the points are facing the floor and then in one fluid movement flips them the right way up.
'You better hope I make it out of here alive, otherwise I'm coming for ya.' He says talking to the Goddesses as he runs towards the creature . He moves both his swords to the right of his body as he stops before the creature and using the momentum of his run spins his left sword trained at the it's head and the right for it's chest, and ends with his back to the creature.
The rouge stands as a shadow against the yellow light, his foe behind him. His foe freezes, mutters under it's breath, sighs, and falls to the ground.
Then it rises again, Turning toward Red, it's dusty voice a growl, it turns toward Red and says:
Why, Why won't you help me...
Mean while Shiva, his weight holding one of the creatures down is yanked off of his victim and thrown into the air He lands agianst the oposite wall, bounces off and lands on the ground with a meaty thwack!
Wyndisis sees Shiva get pulled away from the enemy, and he flys toward the redead and attempts to claw and peck it.
"Well, that didn't work at all..." Shiva mumbles as he pushes on his back. It snaps a couple times, followed by a loud sigh. He throws his body upright, mind churning, he needs a plan. Knowing he'll need it at some point, he walks over to where his spear is buried, like a javelin, into the hard dirt. Pulling it slowly from it's resting place, he then practices a couple jabs, and swings it once, before replacing it with a smile on his face. He then looks up, and toward the nearest redead, thinking, 'what are it's weaknesses, what can we do to these things to kill them?' [insight] He checks the room, and looking he sees only Korind's body, Gull(1 or 2 'l's ?), and Marin. "Where's Red and Wyndisis?" He calls out, and begins walking toward Marin.
"No idea.."Marin points his blades at one of the zombies, a ray of light comes from him and into the zombie.
OOC: I cast life.
Finally, someone knows what the hell he's doing, Wyndisis thinks.
The out-of-body (or possibly simply disembodied) and invisible eyes of a child stared at an empty room: crescent shaped, with closed boxes, a large pillar, and an unknown light source, above. Two visible entryways, empty of movement. Dust particles disrupt the dominance of the shining beams, and this insignificant warfare is the chief of qualms--for the moment.
A shapeshifting mass of unknown element and indescribable colors--changing colors--wafts into the room from the doorway facing the silent column. It hangs in the air, sitting in and being ignored by the large shaft of light.
An age passes.
Unchanged over time, the three dimensional blob waves globular lobopodia with the same vigor as it did years ago. Hanging in the same place, the same room.
Then an unadorned, grey sword, scabbardless, enters from the same door. Goes up, comes down, slicing through the multielemental mass without a sound. The light fans, reflects, refracts, and disperses, mirroring mirrors of dust, radiation, amoeboid mass, and images of blades alike. In a musical pattern these shards multiply a hundred and five times, only to become colorless and hueless, overtones of past rhythms. Invisible, they blend into the very matter of the room. Then the eyes close.
A murmur of clucking... a few clear voices, laced with a sheet of undead moaning? And that's Shiva...?
A moment passes before he realizes, I'm still alive.
Navy hue still pigmenting the smile, Korind's eyes open a crack. The smile quivers into a grin.
So that was all a dream. Eh... I can't move my body at all, though.
While acknowledging the paralysis over his body, the boy looks quite happy. Enjoying the moment of relished survival, he peers through his lashes only to stare at nothing in particular. After a mental conversation with a boomerang-wielding acquaintance, Korind opens his mouth to wheeze out a noiseless laugh. Still slightly disconnected from reality, the cleric strains, unsuccessfully, to wiggle his fingers. He crosses his eyes and settles for merely flaring his nose (Haha I've still got it). When his vision manages to focus on his skin, his entire body jolts into (very turgid) functionality. The boy exhales in heavy, panicky breath: "My skin is green...greyish green."
He focuses on a deep inhale.
OOC: Anything Korind should have to do before he's 'allowed' back into the game (aka the land of the living)? Meditate for some rounds maybe?
As he hears the body of his enemy hit the ground a small smile cracks his otherwise serious face, he turns to face his fallen foe only to finding him already standing. He staggers back a few paces, as he finds himself uncomfortably close to it's rotting face.
Slowly pacing backwards, Red considers it's words. (Help? Of course.) Don't worry I'll help you, restless spirit, so you can have the rest that has been taken from you. He says, not knowing if it can hear him.
Red stops pacing and stands firm, he sheaths his swords and plunges his hands into the folds of his cloak and pulls out a small paper scroll and with the other pulls out a small cross.
Undoing the string that binds it he lets the scroll unfurl and holding the cross towards, not an enemy but a victim, begins to recite the words from the scroll. As he does so the cross begins to pulse with a white glow, which as he continues to read gets faster and faster until the cross appears to shine white continuously.
Red pauses and looks towards the victim before he reads the last word to complete the spell. 'Vita!'
(Vita=Life)
Red holds his hand out, but the spell fizzles. leaving nothing but a curl of smoke rising from his palm...
But!
The beast recoils at the sight of the cross and crumples to the floor. from between it clenched teeth comes a hiss.
Yes! YES! Thats it child. Keep it weak. I... Oh Nayru that hurts... Oh... Child, listen. You can't defeat us yet, theres a power controlling us in the dark world. You can't see the dark world yet, But you will soon, gather the others, leave the main room. ARGH! OH THAT HURTS! DIN BURN YOU, ICABOD! drive my body back to the main room, close the doors. GO! GO!
OOC: yes korind can meditate.
'You will see the dark world soon.' Red doesn't understand what it's on about, but the name it curses unlocks a dread in his heart.
Icabod. he whispers he grip tightening around he cross. He thought that he was not gone, but he hoped he was wrong.
He puts away the scroll begins to slowly walk towards the creature, cross in his out stretched hand and keeps walking until it is back in the room it came from and he stands in the doorway.
Use your crosses if you have 'em! Red yells as he steps out into the light coming from the room he just emerged from.
Great! I dont have one, what shall I do? I can slow them.At that Marin attempts to cut off a zombies head.
Shiva watches as Marin begins attacking the Redead. 'Probably won't work' he thinks to himself, before Red's words finally make sense to him "A Cross? I get it... across..." He reaches down to the pouch on his hip, and extracts the glowing white cross. Looking deeply at it, he raises it up, allowing it's magical fluorescent glow to expand to the full potential. He remembers Korind, and soon begins sprinting in that direction. Seeing his pale body come into sight, Shiva begins to become very angry once again. As he reaches Korind's form on the ground, he slams the end the cross into the dirt floor and draws his spear. He hopes that this light will be not only useful for defeating the unholy beasts in front of him, and help to protect the Cleric's everlasting soul.
So, the light is strong here. I hate this place. We shall paint it black.
The paralysis is traded for a atrophic sensation throughout the limbs. His face losing the sickly palour and slowly seeping into a dark, flushed red, Korind manages to inch up to and against the wall. Squinting through body sores, the cleric props himself aright and bows his head with his hands in his lap. I feel... undead, ironically. The boy pants air in and out as he tries to calm himself.
A "thlump." A "shwah."
Korind opens one eye and looks up, seeing the Goron with his spear freshly drawn. Following the almost glaring light just below to the cross implanted in the ground, the cleric smiles tiredly. Whoever thought of that first deserves a medal.. Arching his back away from the wall and craning his neck backwards, there is a stretch of garments around the collar--a ploop--and a relatively smaller cross leaps from underneath the robes.
As Korind settles back into his niche in the wall, the cross, swaying from a small chain, begins to give off a budding, blue light. Another deep breath: the light grows stronger...
The creatures recoil from the symbol and begin the slow shuffle back to their coffins. They all scream in unison,
YES!
then each begin's to mutter under their breath.
Icabod
Celeste
Dark Wrold
is all you can catch amongst the din.
Behind you in the doorway, Adara's blue glow strengthens.
Who is that woman? Why is she so important? Wyndisis thinks as he observes, hovering at a safe height.
Okay, then. He says quietly as he sees Korind showing signs of life. "Everyone get over here it's time to leave! That includes you Cucco-boy." He yells, looking towards the flapping form of Wyndisis.
Right, Marin starts a run tword the exit.
"Are we sure the redeads are gone? And also, wait up I'm gonna revive Korind first..." He turns around while slowly preparing a healing type of spell but it soon fades away. A loud gasp is heard, and Shiva is motionless for a few seconds. "... Korind? ..."
Wyndisis floats over to the crowd and hovers over the ground. Good goddesses, when would this end?
Korind sits up more of his own accord; his face an odd shade of pink. The cross continues to shine as the boy staggers upwards along the wall.
"Thanks, Shiva."
He rests for another minute with his chin on the blunt end of his staff, trying to collect his thoughts. He turns his head and glances at Adara with a curious look on his face.
OOC Jack HP: I think Wyndisis' 5 posts are up now...
IC: "Wha... huh? Umm your welcome. What'd I do?" Shiva struggles through the words, still very surprised that Korind's alive.
Still leaning heavily against the wall, Korind turns his head towards Shiva and blinks slowly.
"What's that? Er... ah, nevermind me."
The cleric's right hand drops from the head of the staff and tucks the cross and chain back underneath his garments. He closes his eyes for a moment and then starts in a sudden, silent epiphany.
And even I can hardly believe that it worked. Hopefully I won't have to try that one again...
With a poof of feathers Wyndisis re-apears. sprawled on the floor with his head aching he rises and looks around.
The dust in the other room falls through the slanting rainbow light. It hovers and wavers around Adara and her blue aura...
OOC: ok guys get on the stick. This is the last freebe. SOME ONE GET ADARA!
Red sighs. I'm not a leader, I'm not as strong as the others but you would think that they would listen when you tell them to do something he thinks. He then slowly walks across the room, in an almost forlorn way, he takes hold of Adara. Sometimes I wonder why I bother. He says under his breath as he walks back toward the Greenhouse.
Still feeling somewhat unsteady, Korind hobbles forward, propping every other step with his staff. He makes his way nearer to Red and Adara before letting out a small, "Wait--"
The cleric takes a heavy breath and stares with scientific intensity at Adara (insight). What on earth is she? Why is she floating? Can we cast spells on her? How's her health, defense? Does she have any abilities, skills, spells? Is there any significance to the glow? (ooc: stats?)
Having not met Adara face to face, Wyndisis approaches her and says, "Excuse me, ma'am. I just poped up down here, it's my thing, and I realized I never really knew who you were. Who are you? And why are you here?" He is not forceful, rather curious.
Gull the Destroyer looks after the retreating redead, and a slow smile fills his youthful features.
"Gull the Destroyer remembers reading the Heroes Guide to
Dungeonering! It says that there be sometimes a weapon of power to defeat evil thingies in some dungeons! Maybe that's what the smelly-dead things were talking about."
Gull then strides over to Adara and the rest of the crew gathering there.
"Gull the Destroyer will stay with the woman Adara and guide and protect and evisorate anything that dares approach her while Gull the Destroyer is watching over her! To this Gull the Destroyer pledges his honor and sword, lest Gull the Destroyer never enters the eternal battle!"
Gull reaches for his sword, not finding it, recovers well for the loss and thrusts his fist out and up in a pledge of his strength.
Psst! You forgot your sword in the Beamos room!
"Gull the Destroyer remembers!" Gull says forcefully under his breath.
You covered well I think
"Yes" Gull states out loud.
OCC: Phew, it's good to be back! Sorry for my absience, but I have had two good weeks of absolute laziness! All the lazy I'll need for a while!
OOC: Gods I hate to do this guys. Summer is very distracting, I work six days a week, I'm spending like 5 hours a day walking, I'm busy charming this girl, Its all too much for me to keep up here. I really wanted to finsh this, and I really wanted to reward all the great stuff you guys have been doing. But I have so many cool ideas for this quest and this just isn't hacking it. So I'm gonna skip to the end, and save all the cruchy bits I've got stored up for HA2. I'm really sorry. Stone, Weien, Shiva, Wynd, Red, and Marin. My most honest apologies. Sorry Sorry Sorry. Tomarow (crossing my fingers) I will cut to the boss battle. Really Really sorry. Thanks for sticking with this.
comming soon...
The End.
OOC: Ahwell. Who can help these things? To you be focus of mind, stamina in the hands, words placed in your mouth to speak. And may your shoes always bring you back home. ^_^ It's a busy world out there.
In any case, looking forward to HA2. You're pardoned, as long as you make season two as good as your first :).
He's banned. I'm running around deleting all those "weeee"s that I find. Sorry if I miss any.
I've been banned?
No, someone who was typing "weeeeeeeee" everywhere... posts of a nature that have all been wiped out of existence. That person--"joe wee wee"--has been banned. *cheers*
PS. Boss battle?
Quote from: Jack Half a Prayer on July 12, 2005, 02:30:06 PM
I've been banned?
Sorry to cause confusion. I deleted my post to prevent clutter, which I now see was a bad idea. ;)