Rafia: Trials of the Sixth Plane [RP Thread]

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla's hand twitched awkwardly, but she did her best to avoid looking at the child.
She didn't know what to do. She lifted her own hands. They seemed fine, but for how long? What would stain them? She shuddered. It was too much.

"I didn't realise.." Meyla muttered, letting the gem tumble from her clasped hands.
"I didn't want this".
"Take it back" she pleaded.

 

[Fussiler1]

He looked at Ashen as he noticed all the commotion and spotted his hands.. err, claws. Life.. wasn't very well to him, it seemed, and as the boy started crying he got the shudders. ''I'll tell you what you are, you're a monster.'' he secretly thought, whilst in reality, saying nothing, merely glaring at Ashen. Ah, heck, let the boy cry, he thought to himself, in realization that nothing could be done, now.

Let him cry.

 

[AIagremm]

Calliope once again turned to Ashen. His shaking hands, which have become horrible claws, were scaring. What will he become? What will they become? How big is the chance that one of them can become a monster?
After a minute of hesitation she put her hand on his shoulder.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen felt the hand on his shoulder, but the tears still ran freely. His life was over.
"Face it kid, we've got some serious powers here, we need to use them to get what we need." the demon tried to say sensibly. Ashen ignored him.

 

[Dragonson]

Suddenly, the group heard a noise like something metal hitting flesh very hard from the tower where the two people had stood and watched them.
Those that looked up saw that the man in plate armour had hit the person cloaked in brown very hard with his mailed fist.
They did not seem to be fighting any further though.

 

[AIagremm]

Calliope slowly took her hand of Ashen's shoulder and strictly looked at the two strangers. Enemies? Other pretends on the god title?

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen turned, breaking out of his fit.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla seemed to ignore the disturbance.
Her eyes were fixed on the gem, now lying in the street.
It had given her part of the entity, it could take it away.
She drew and swung her sword as hard as she could, intending to shatter it.

 

[Phoonix]

Mex looked at Ashen's hands. It was strange, what power could corrupt a being like that? it was a surprise and he was somewhat impressed, whatever it was it was VERY powerful and he wanted that power. he looked trough the now open gate and then just said "shall we go forward?"

 

[Dragonson]

"STOP!"
A dry yet suprisingly commanding voice rang through the air, and before Meyla's sword could reach the gem the man in plate armour landed infront of her, caught her blade in the air with his left hand and drew his own soulblade with his right.
It was a longsword with a white handle, runes covering almost all of the blade.
Before Meyla could react it was pressed against her throat.
"I am sorry for what the entity has done to you, what Mourg has done to you, but do not make your situation any worse!
The gem is filled with the Entity's energy, and it was not supposed to be unearthed from it's hiding place.
If you break it, the forces within it will return to the Entity and all of my group's efforts against it so far will be lost."

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"You fool! Do you not realise in pursuing this quest, we will become worse than the entity? Already you have unintentionally poisoned the minds of many here. They don't want peace, freedom or renown. They want power, nothing more. If absorbing the entity's energy gives them that, guess what they'll do, guess what they'll become?" Meyla spat at the man.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen stared at the man for a moment. the said so coldly, so darkly. "you destroyed everything... you destroyed me. I never wanted this." He ran at the man, his blacked claws outstreched. his face contorted in rage, his demon egging him on. his soulblade shaking, burning the rage into fury, magic ignited in hi boddy... he attacked.

 

[Dragonson]

The spit stopped in the air before it could hit him and fell to the ground.
"I have done nothing but try to aid whoever has the guts to face this abomination!
Do you not see that if this thing is allowed to live, or whatever it does, it will eventually destroy everything we know?!
Creation itself is what is at stake here, and whether we want it or not the entity has already sowed the seed of corruption in all of us!"
The man turned to ashen, pointed at him with his left hand, and Ashen screamed.
A bright light shone from Ashen's eyes, and he fell to his knees.
The man removed his blade from Meyla's throat and sat down beside ashen.
"I am sorry. Again."

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"As we are led by the blind, so to we will become lost" Meyla sighed.
"Fine. Take back my portion of the entity's power, I will fight the beast, for peace and freedom, but I wish for no aid. If that handicaps me, if that leads to my death, then so be it. But I will not embrace corruption in order to defeat it".

 

[Phoonix]

Mex turned around and sighed "If you people are to afraid, then go back! cowards and fools... embrace power, don't fear it." he walked towards the Gem and picked it up examining it closely. "this could prove useful, and you wanted to destroy it? ... pathetic."

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla winced at the jibe.
Pathetic the word rang hollow in her head, he wasn't the first to refer to her as such.
"Feel free to take my share" she hissed, without turning round.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen howled in pain. Life didn't matter anymore. he just fell to the floor, silencing himself, while his demon roared to him to get up and attack again.

 

[Dragonson]

"I cannot take back the power that the entity has granted you.
For, as i said, it was the entity and not me.
I possess some of it's power my self, but i do not control it.
There is no way back once the entity has found you."
The man said, still facing Ashen.
He laid Ashen on his back and laid his gloved hand on Ashen's chest.
"Loras Eternum, Eronka Preservai."
He whispered.
But inside Ashen's head, it was a roar.
Dont cry, boy. You have a chance to be a hero, to be more powerful than those that have tormented and bullied you all your life.
You have the chance to be a legend, and you are dropping it because your hands have turned black?

 

[The World Is Flat]

His eyes were shut, and to him, the roar was a whisper, he studied the words, maybe they held a grain of truth, maybe they didnt. It wasnt his hands that wre black now. it was his heart.

 

[AIagremm]

Calliope slowly stepped back from the group. What are they becoming? Does she really dare to put her soul at stake of power? Has she really got so little in her miserable life she risks to loose herself?
Yes. Calliope stepped forth. She may become darkened, she may be put on knees, but she will not loose and she must use this opportunity, the only one, to get what she deserves! Coming up to the group she said loudly:
"Sho, will hwee go on and seize this being fromh destroeeng our world, or sith here and do nothing?"

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"You can't or won't?" Meyla asked.
"I can't..." she glanced at Ashen involuntary.
"I won't let it touch me again" she shuddered.
She was merely a pawn, never the master of her own destiny.
She could kid herself but it had and always would be so.

 

[Dragonson]

Suddenly, a shiver went through the man.
A low and threatening growl came from him, and he said.
"During my years as a Lifegiver i have seen many things.
During my years as an undead protector of creation i have seen more.
And during my time with the Blackwind Lords i have seen things that no one should ever see!
But still, one thing distresses me more than anything else: Self-Pity."
He stands up.
"You, have the powers to defeat the Entity! To make a change! Maybe even to become gods!"
He turns around and and faces Meyla.
"Would you prefer to sit back in the Mortal Plane, knowing that creation might soon be annihalated and left to be forgotten?
Would you prefer to sit back there, and have absolutely no power over what happens?"
He takes a few swift steps towards her and suddenly his right hand is wrapped around her throat.
"For if so, i will gladly send you straight to the lower planes, as a corpse!"

 

[Phoonix]

Mex grabbed the man whit his shoulder "cowards or not, sitting back or not, the choice to live is still their own, Let her go."

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"The darkness envelopes even you!" Meyla gasped.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen quietly stood. "I do not pity myself. I know myself." He paced to one side. "I feel it... ...growing... inside of me. I feel the seedling, the egg, bourn of this plane. It courses through my veins, through my heart. It isnt a seperate thing... it doesent feed on me... It is me. What will i become? Destroy this entity and become a god? what kind of god will i become? one of suffering? hatred? This darkness is not somthing that will leave, even when the entity is gone, It will run within my soul, my mind until the day that i too am gone. Best to end my exsistance now."

The voice was not his own, like somthing was speaking through him.. within him.. echoed by his demon. His had raised his soulblade to his neck.

 

[Dragonson]

Someone grabbed Ashen's soulblade and mildly removed it from his neck.
"Let her go, Vall.
It is her choice."
Behind Ashen stood the man clad in brown.
He pulled down his hood and the face of an orc appeared.
None of the assembled people, except Vall, had seen him before, but like with Holo they instantly knew who he was.
It was Warplord Mourg.

 

[The World Is Flat]

(HIM!! HIM!!)

Ashen slowly slid the dagger across his neck, but did not press. the blade did nt puncture flesh. He stared at it for a moment.

"Or I could kill myself after I've been useful and killed the thing that has done this to us all." he said while staring at the blade. listening to mourg speak.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla gasped and fell to her knees, hands at her neck gasping for breath.
"Yo-u'v-e al-re-ady los-t" she managed to choke.
She inhaled deeply and looked up over her shoulder, jaded eyes ablaze.
"It doesn't want to corrupt Rafia, it doesn't need to, when it's leaders are corrupt, the planes will quickly follow!"

 

[Dragonson]

"There is no need for that, Ashen.
The path that the entity's power forces you down may seem rugged at first, but as you go down it the force that it provides cuts itself away from the Entity, and becomes a unique power that is not the entity, but you."
Mourg said in an almost alarmingly calming voice.
As Mourg spoke Vall released his grip on Meyla.
He removed his helmet, revealing his lifeless face.
He stepped away from her and spat at her in disgust as she had done to him.

 

[Phoonix]

"Release her!" Mex yelled at the man trying to pull him away "like i said and like you're companion said it's her own choice!"

OOC: omg dragon ninja post...

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Just pretend you posted it before me.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen stared at mourg. His black eyes piercing past what seemed his soul...

Ashen's Soulblade shook, somthing was happening. Ashen had no emotions. his blank black stare looked over Mourg, Vall, and the Dragonpriest.

"I will not be a pawn in any game that should come from you, the entity, the god, or anyone else. My fate hasnt been written on any stone, in any book. No threads spin in the loom of fate for my head. I hold the pen for my life... Or atleast I used to.

He raised his blackend claw. "Not this, nor ANYTHING ELSE, Will change what I DO WITH MY LIFE!" His voice rose, but remained flat. "I will not be some Pawn in your quest. Nor will I act against my own interests. The entity has made sure of that!" He flexed his fist, his voice falling again. "I Am no longer Ashen. He died when Mourg's spel Backfired. But you can be damn well sure that whatever I do, it will be for the good of myself now."

Ashens thoughts were a blur, the speeking didnt seem to come from his minds, but swirling through his body, feelings pounding on his body and mind like slegehammers, is mind shifting... the corruption changing him as he stood, once a scared boy who saw what he was becoming more clearly than any grown being, now he is influcenced by its might... what little was left of him could feel the change, and fought it, gaining little ground, but enough to hold on to sanity, the demon fought with him. "We must control ourself, only then can we use our power." it whispered.

EDIT - NINJA.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla swore and reached for her sword, but she stopped herself, or rather...
Anaita did... "Your to rash, Meyla, you don't think you just do. Look, no, hold it like - yes perfect. Now remember..."
A single tear rolled down her face unbidden.
She merely folded her arms and glared at Vall, doing exactly what she never did. Thought things through, wishing all the while, she'd died in her sister's stead.

 

[Phoonix]

Mex realleased Vall as he released Meyla. he then turned around to Mourg "well, well. if it isn't the one who caused all of this."

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Now u ninja posted me, u stoopid burd!

"Good."
Mourg smiled at ashen.
He then faced Mex.
"Yes, that is me."

 

[Phoonix]

Mex smiled "you fool... it looks as if you don't even feel any Guilt. you caused the suffering of thousands of people and yet here you are." Mex closed his eyes. "It's not like i didn't make any mistakes as far as i remember that is." he sighed and turned around "nothing to do about it right?"

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: my post?

Ashen turned to mourg. "None of this is your fault, you have no responsiblity for us."

 

[Dragonson]

"And yet it is all my fault."
Mourg said in a painfully sad voice.
"I were reckless, and almost doomed us all."

 

[Grey Nightmare]

I've tried so hard to tell myself that your gone, but though your still with me - in my heart - I've been alone all along.

Meyla smiled gently, as the words came. Her sister was gone, try as she might, there was no going back. Vall was right about one thing, self-pity would get her nowhere.

"We all make mistakes" Meyla muttered, glaring at Vall.

 

[Phoonix]

"Perhaps i was to soon to say that it seemed as if you felt no Guilt. after all, you are here. you could have gone into hiding all the same."

OOC: say drag, is this the same Mourg from Rafia: B&N and the same Taiion to?

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: luv the line

"Yet if we all preformed action only when we knew the result we would not be alive, it is the nature of life to make mistaks." He said sadly to mourg.

 

[Dragonson]

Mourg simply nodded, and pulled up his hood again.
"Vall, we have to get back to the others.
There is no need to these people any longer."
Vall grunted and put on his helmet.

OOC: I'm just saying Phoon: There aren't that many orc Warp-Mages that hangs around with undead lifegivers and go by the name of Mourg.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen turned on them all and stared at his hands. "My legacy will be a dark one, But the darkest hours is always before dawn."

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: wouldn't that mean he to is one of the blackwind lords? or whatever it's called? just curious about the lore of Rafia so. I'm really interested in this world of your's.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

We'll meet again thought Meyla, knowing the exact same thing would be running through Vall's head.

"Let's get it over with" she snapped, marching towards the open gate.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Ashen walked beside her towards the gate, his hands folded across his chest, locked into fists, his black eyes sparkling with determination.

 

[Phoonix]

"Finally you people are ready to go..." he to walked trough the gate "Hope we'll meet again Mourg, you are pretty interesting if i say so myself."

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Yeah, almost all the charecters from the old game are/has been members of the Blackwind lords.

IC:
As Mourg and Vall walked away, Mourg raised his left hand and mumbled a few words.
For the first time since they met, the group noticed that Mourg's left hand was even more warped than Ashen's. It was green and black, and full of strange scars.
It was also way bigger than his right hand, and it was quite strange that none of the others had noticed it before.
It's claws cut a hole in reality, and the two men stepped through it.
Mourg turned around and started closing the hole behind him, and as he did he smiled at the group.
"Good luck."
He muttered, and closed the hole.

 

[OrangeAngel]

OOC: WTF!?!?!? I woke up this morning and there was 20 pages now there are 24!? You Ninjjaaassss!
Zeyn is listening to all the denys to the dare, he is wondering if he should have taken the dare, He doesnt want to be with only one person, He is hoping he can take back the dare. He starts to talk "I can understand everyone's decision, My only hope is i can take back what I said.
Then something happened, something that almost drove him insane. The daggers made a loud rattling noise, so high pitched it was almost a dog whistle. He seemed deaf and he fainted.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: may it be said that ashen now has three fingers?