Aneh gave a nod to her assistant as she stood in front of the glass case holding almost identical stones of materia. Her assistant stood at the ready, already beginning to weave her spell of replenishment. Aneh frowned a bit and held up a hand, halting her assistant as she spied the entry of one of the guards. She motioned the guard forward having him halt at the edge of the safety circle. 'What is it?' Aneh asked, her frown still in place. 'You've been promoted Ma'am,' the guard stated. Aneh raised a brow, tilting her head, 'Oh?' Aneh listened to the report the guard gave on Mason, her frown running deeper. Damn, was all she could think. Damn him, and Damn Vector. When the guard told Aneh she had been promoted to leader, Aneh's only response was a curt, tight lipped nod. Forcing herself to breathe evenly, Aneh brought her thoughts back to the present and she murmured a dismissal to the guard.
Aneh swung her eyes back to the case in front of her. She dismissed her assistant and grabbed a stone firmly in each hand. Before she could even second guess her decision she let her energy burst into the stones. She quickly clapped the stones together forming one continuous loop of energy which she quickly built and built, higher and higher, her entire body heating up.
Aneh's assistant quickly left the safety circle, her eyes wide as she felt the force of the energy flow that Aneh was using. Aneh let all of her anger and frustration build the energy she focused into the stones. Her eyes fluttered closed somewhere in the process and she pried them back open, feeling the glow that radiated from them. She felt every hot breath that escaped her lips and every pulse of energy that flowed into one hand, up her arm, swirling frantically through her body and rush down into her other hand and the stone it held. She tensed as a flutter began in her stomach and she stopped pushing, allowing the frantic flood of magic to continue. She was extremely aware of the heat that built in the stones, linked to the heat that built in her stomach. Her eyes stared into the stones, seeing not their current form, but what was within, the essence they held. Aneh glimpsed the life that had lived. She felt what that soul had felt. She experienced the life of the soul in a few beats of her own heart, and in some way shared her own frustration, pain, and love with the soul. Aneh's assistant felt a waver in the energy and against her dismissal from the circle, she re-entered, uttering words of replenishment. The flow became steady once again.
The heat of the stones grew, and Aneh let out a loud cry, so deep in the sharing of the moment was she that she had not realized the stones were burning the palms of her hands. The fluttering in her stomach made her ill and she hastily dropped the stones, just in time as a brilliant green light filled the immediate area. The stones cracked and split, and Aneh leaned to the side, promptly expelling the entire contents of her stomach on the polished floor. She held her hands upward, their blistered palms pulsing with pain.
Mentally Aneh reprimanded herself. She stood up straight, ignoring the pain in her hands as she looked down upon the stones piled on the silken material and felt a weight of responsibility settle around her shoulders. 'Shall I call for the healer?' her assistant asked, obviously unsure of herself with the way Aneh was acting. Aneh peeled her eyes away from the now four stones and looked over to the lich.
'Thank you for stepping in,' Aneh murmured to her assistant, ignoring the question of the healer. 'One more push and we should be ready to move forward.' Aneh slumped a bit, and curled her burnt and blistered hands into fists. 'There are matters I need to see to. Please see that everything gets closed up.' Without waiting for a response, Aneh marched from the room.
Showing posts with label Mason. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mason. Show all posts
The End Is Where We Begin II/II
As the last of the incantations died away, Ror examined the container and smirked, "Really, did you think we would let you get away just like that?" He spoke to Mason's soul in its prison. He turned to the guards, "Get rid of that. His corporeal remains are worth nothing, but if you let them lie about it will bloat and stink." That said, Ror walked away with the container to the laboratory, the metal chain thrown over his shoulder, dangling just above the ground.
The guards nodded, and one bend over to check the body whether it was still alive. Funny how humans could act in such situations. "He's dead," said the guard, stating the obvious. "No pulse, no breathing and no use for us. Let's finish the job and dispose of his body." Together they picked up Mason's corpse and dragged it to the highest cliff of Torregiano where they threw it into the deap sea. There it would rot and serve as fish food or perhaps wash ashore somewhere, but this was of no concern to the Tripower anymore.
Meanwhile in the laboratory, Ror had installed the container in his latest experimental device. Originally he had intended to use it for materia experimentation, to help his fiancee. But a soul would do too. Having slotted the container into place he adjusted the crystals and runes a bit before starting. And so, in the early hours of the morning, the soul of Mason was subject to a torturous experiment in which Ror unravelled the soul like one would unravel a ball of yarn, or a spider web. The sage didn't look away. On contrary, there was a fire in his eyes that burned brightly as he watched the process of Mason's soul deliberately being pulled apart bit by bit by Ror's magic and equipment in this experiment.
And Ror learned as Mason's soul was torn apart and disintegrated. Never would it join the lifestream: its memories and essence lost forever, save the knowledge Ror learned in return. Such irony, thought Ror, that a man who would be known as the most incompetent leader the Tripower had ever seen, would serve the Kingdom one last time in his final hour.
After the last of Mason's soul had disintegrated into nothing for good, Ror switched the experiment off and sat down. "I need to write this down," he thought, and he grabbed his research journal to start making notes.
But instead he wrote down,"The End Is Where We Begin," and he placed the feather back in the ink. He sat there in silent contemplation, until the sun came up.
The guards nodded, and one bend over to check the body whether it was still alive. Funny how humans could act in such situations. "He's dead," said the guard, stating the obvious. "No pulse, no breathing and no use for us. Let's finish the job and dispose of his body." Together they picked up Mason's corpse and dragged it to the highest cliff of Torregiano where they threw it into the deap sea. There it would rot and serve as fish food or perhaps wash ashore somewhere, but this was of no concern to the Tripower anymore.
Meanwhile in the laboratory, Ror had installed the container in his latest experimental device. Originally he had intended to use it for materia experimentation, to help his fiancee. But a soul would do too. Having slotted the container into place he adjusted the crystals and runes a bit before starting. And so, in the early hours of the morning, the soul of Mason was subject to a torturous experiment in which Ror unravelled the soul like one would unravel a ball of yarn, or a spider web. The sage didn't look away. On contrary, there was a fire in his eyes that burned brightly as he watched the process of Mason's soul deliberately being pulled apart bit by bit by Ror's magic and equipment in this experiment.
And Ror learned as Mason's soul was torn apart and disintegrated. Never would it join the lifestream: its memories and essence lost forever, save the knowledge Ror learned in return. Such irony, thought Ror, that a man who would be known as the most incompetent leader the Tripower had ever seen, would serve the Kingdom one last time in his final hour.
After the last of Mason's soul had disintegrated into nothing for good, Ror switched the experiment off and sat down. "I need to write this down," he thought, and he grabbed his research journal to start making notes.
But instead he wrote down,"The End Is Where We Begin," and he placed the feather back in the ink. He sat there in silent contemplation, until the sun came up.
The End Is Where We Begin I/II
An officer stood before Ror's desk. Hands on his back, waiting. Behind the desk Ror was studying a six page internal report. There was a frown on the elf's face as he read the report carefully, and with each page the frown turned deeper. When he was done, he tossed the report on his desk and sighed, squeezing the bridge of his nose with two fingers.
"Sir?" Asked the officer, and Ror raised his hand only to drop it back onto the leather armchair. After a moment, he let go of his nosebridge and eyed the report on the table. "So... Mason has been dealing with Vector..." The officer looked down at the report and then said, "Sir, there's more than that: allegations of corruption, power abuse, general negligence of duties..."
"I already knew Mason was incompetent," interjected Ror. "But that's something else than being a traitor." The officer fell silent, then curtly nodded. Ror waited, and let this sink in a bit. The officer forced to wait with him. After some time Ror made his decision and opened a desk drawer. Inside were two black leather gloves. He took them out and put the first of two on before the other. It was a tight fit. As he stood up, the officer said, "Sir?"
Ror ignored him for a moment as he took a black coat from the coatstand and wore it. Before exiting his office, he turned and said to the officer, "Tell Aneh she's been promoted to leadership. I'll deal with Mason." Ror's face was grim and serious. He closed the door behind him, leaving a saluting officer behind in his office.
The halls of the Tripower were silent as the lone figure of Mason skulked through them, until he eventually encountered clan guards. Ror watched from the shadows the display of bloody violence as Mason found his deserved end at the hands of the instructed guards.
On this world all life is connected to the Lifestream. In a way life itself borrows its existence from the Lifestream, to collect experiences and then - upon death - to return. Something Ror, as sage and as expert on this topic, was well aware of.
And so, as the first sword stabs pierced Mason, Ror stepped forth from the shadows behind Mason. Ror's dark cloak billowing and his eyes glowing a sinister blue from the magic he cast. A strange device like half a pair of glasses was on his face, and in his gloved hands a long metal chain. The chain swooped through the air and at its end was a crystal container. As Ror summoned magical energies, it started to spark. And in Mason's dying moment, Ror tore Mason's soul away from Mason's body and trapped it into the magical container.
The guards had stopped stabbing and now watched Ror finish the last of his druidic incantations. The magic made their neckhairs stand up. They were reluctant to act, allowing a large pool of blood to form around the corpse.
"Sir?" Asked the officer, and Ror raised his hand only to drop it back onto the leather armchair. After a moment, he let go of his nosebridge and eyed the report on the table. "So... Mason has been dealing with Vector..." The officer looked down at the report and then said, "Sir, there's more than that: allegations of corruption, power abuse, general negligence of duties..."
"I already knew Mason was incompetent," interjected Ror. "But that's something else than being a traitor." The officer fell silent, then curtly nodded. Ror waited, and let this sink in a bit. The officer forced to wait with him. After some time Ror made his decision and opened a desk drawer. Inside were two black leather gloves. He took them out and put the first of two on before the other. It was a tight fit. As he stood up, the officer said, "Sir?"
Ror ignored him for a moment as he took a black coat from the coatstand and wore it. Before exiting his office, he turned and said to the officer, "Tell Aneh she's been promoted to leadership. I'll deal with Mason." Ror's face was grim and serious. He closed the door behind him, leaving a saluting officer behind in his office.
The halls of the Tripower were silent as the lone figure of Mason skulked through them, until he eventually encountered clan guards. Ror watched from the shadows the display of bloody violence as Mason found his deserved end at the hands of the instructed guards.
On this world all life is connected to the Lifestream. In a way life itself borrows its existence from the Lifestream, to collect experiences and then - upon death - to return. Something Ror, as sage and as expert on this topic, was well aware of.
And so, as the first sword stabs pierced Mason, Ror stepped forth from the shadows behind Mason. Ror's dark cloak billowing and his eyes glowing a sinister blue from the magic he cast. A strange device like half a pair of glasses was on his face, and in his gloved hands a long metal chain. The chain swooped through the air and at its end was a crystal container. As Ror summoned magical energies, it started to spark. And in Mason's dying moment, Ror tore Mason's soul away from Mason's body and trapped it into the magical container.
The guards had stopped stabbing and now watched Ror finish the last of his druidic incantations. The magic made their neckhairs stand up. They were reluctant to act, allowing a large pool of blood to form around the corpse.
Current Character Description - Mason Stonehammer
A muscular man stands here. Not a normal man though. Shiny metal wings extend from his back. Long blonde hair stops right below his chin. His eyes glow a bright yellow. He spreads his wings as he stretches his arms and yawns. Blue and red markings are extremely faint on on his right shoulder but there is an obvious symbol of some sort that use to be there. On his left shoulder there is an image of a block O with an X and an I in the middle of it. Still faint but more obvious than the image on his other shoulder. His wings engulf his entire body and suddenly disappears into thin air. He has left the realm..... Or has he.
The End... But a new Beginning - Final Chapter
The corpse of Mason, decayed and lifeless, washes ashore in Vector territory. Vectorian soldiers pick up what's left of his body and take it to their clan hall. When they arrive they drop the corpse inthe middle of their clan hall and yell, "Grab the drinks boys and girls it's time to celebrate! We have delivered what is left of the Tripower leader!" The guards begin to dance around the corpse spitting and pouring their beers on it. The celebration echoes through their clan hall. Xeptimus enters the room and sees everyone cheering and dancing. One of the guards hand Xeptimus a beer. Xeptimus stabs the guard to death and drinks the beer, "Have some respect people! Even though he was an enemy he was the leader of Tripower. Don't you fools know I could have killed him while he was here?!" Xeptimus picks up the corpse and walks away. The celebration has suddenly turned into a room of confusion. Xeptimus places Mason's remains in front of their healer. The healer chants a few words and a few wounds close but no life enters the body. The healer sighs. Xeptimus takes Mason's body and puts it in an empty chamber and closes the door. As Xeptimus locks the door a hand pushes him in the back, "I see you have tried to bring him back to life." Klaus says,"I was invisible and saw you take him to the healer." Xeptimus draws his sword but before he can strike Klaus disappears. A voice says,"Relax brother, I just want to know why?" Xeptimus answers, "He is our enemy but he was a great person in the battlefield. What is left of Tripower if he is gone? We all know that they are rebuilding their ranks and I hate to say this but I believe Mason can join our battle and make a difference against our enemies or whom ever stands in our way." Klaus appears out of thin air and says, "Grab what is left of Mason and let's take a walk." Xeptimus picks up Mason's body. Klaus snaps his fingers and chants a few words and suddenly a gate appears in the room. "After you." Klaus says as he motions Xeptimus to enter the gate. Xeptimus enters the gate and disappears and soon after, Klaus follows and the gate closes. They appear atop of one of the highest mountains in Vector. Klaus looks over the mountain edge and notices sharp rocks and says, "This is perfect. Put his body by the edge and back away. Give me a few moments while I work my magic." Xeptimus places the body of Mason where Klaus stands and backs away. Klaus kneels over Mason's body and opens his wings. He chants many words and bright multi-colored lights suddenly appear around Klaus. Xeptimus tries to see what is happening but the lights are far too bright. Klaus yells some words and suddenly the lights disappear. Klaus closes his wings, stands and claps the dust off his hands. Klaus kicks the body of Mason over the edge. "What!!!" Yells Xeptimus as he runs toward the edge. Klaus raises his hand to stop Xeptimus from coming too close to the edge and says, "Wait brother and stand back." Suddenly a streak of yellow rises from the mountain base and heads towards the sun. Like a bolt of lightning coming from the heavens, the streak crashes in front of them causing a huge dust cloud making Klaus and Xeptimus shield their eyes. When the dust clears there is a figure in the center of a meteor size hole in the ground. Klaus nods to Xeptimus and Xeptimus moves toward the figure. The figure is surrounded by mirror like shields. The shields move away from its body and then retract to its back. "It's Mason!!!" Xeptimus exclaims. Mason stands up and stretches. He looks completely different. His body looks like a human but metal shiny wings extend from his back. They move around as if they are one with Mason. Mason's black hair is gone and replaced with bright blonde hair that stops to his chin. His eyes are as bright as a bolt of lightning. He flaps his metal wings and starts to walk towards Klaus and Xeptimus. Xeptimus begins to draw his sword but for some reason stops. Mason puts his hand on Xeptimus' shoulder and nods. He then walks towards Klaus and does the same but says, "Thank you. We are now friends." Mason starts to flap his wings and his body lifts from the ground. He waves to both of them and slowly fades out of existence. Klaus looks over to Xeptimus and notices that his mouth is wide open in amazement. Xeptimus turns to Klaus and asks, "What the hell just happened?!" Klaus answers, "I created the best thing that could happen to us."
The End... But a new Beginning - Part 3
Mason wakes up covered in his own blood but alive. He looks around and notices that the graveyard near by looks to be the one next to his home. He tries to stand and but his legs are too weak. He sees a dead rabbit near by and crawls to its corpse. He drinks the blood but spits it out immediately. Mason shakes his head in disgust and screams, "What have they done to me!" In the distance a passerby hears him scream and runs to town and alerts the guards. The guards pick up the broken body of Mason and deliver him to Tripower hall. Mason is rushed to the healer, Finora and his wounds disappear. When he wakes up, he slowly gets up and starts to walk his clan hall. He noticed that the clan hall is silent. The only noise he hears are the chefs cooking and the guards chatting about the barmaids. No other clan mates in sight. He realizes how much Tripower has changed over the moons. Mason walks towards the guards and asks, "Why was there no one from our clan out to find me?" The guards just shrug their shoulders and go about their conversation of the barmaids. Mason shakes his head and heads toward the main entrance. When he steps foot outside the clan door he is hit in the back of the neck with a blunt object and falls to his knees. He turns around and noticed that it is his own guards! The guards pick him up and say, "They have weakened you and we have orders to kill you. You are of no use to Tripower." The guards repeatedly stab Mason with their swords, leaving his body in a pile of his own blood. "He's dead. No pulse, no breathing and no use for us. Let's finish the job and dispose of his body." One of the guard say. They pick up Mason's corpse and drag it to the highest cliff of Torregiano and throw it into he deep sea.
To Be Continued.....
To Be Continued.....
The End... But a new Beginning - Part 2
Mason wakes up in a dark empty room. "Hello?" He yells but only echoes follow. He paces around the room and grins. He mutters some words to himself and tries to open a gate to his home town but nothing happens.... He tries again and again but only failure follows. Out of frustration he throws himself against the cold stoney wall. "Tough to escape with no powers." A voice says. Mason replies, "Who speaks and why cannot I see in the dark or cast my spells to escape?!" Xeptimus appears from nothing in front of Mason. Mason grabs Xeptimus and bites his neck. Xeptimus laughs and throws Mason across the dark room. "You cannot even break the flesh boy! You are powerless here, remember! You are not even a lich anymore but just a weak puny human." Xeptimus says while laughing. Xeptimus picks up the groggy Mason and drags him out of the dark room. "Wake up boy!" Xeptimus yells as he slaps Mason across the face. "Do you know I am the leader of Tripower!?" Mason yells. Xeptimus grins and turns away from Mason and raises his hands,"My fellow clan mates. Here before us is one of the leaders of Tripower." The room fills with light revealing that the room is filled with Vector soldiers. Mason tries to escape but he is securely chained to the floor. "You are a fool Mason. Do you not understand you have be They have blinded you by the fact that they are superior to all other clans. Vector has stayed silent too long and now it is time to show the realm that we are back and stronger than ever!" Xeptimus exclaims. Mason replies back, "That isn't true! I will be back and have your head hung on our clan wall!" Xeptimus bashes Mason knocking him unconscious......
To Be Continued.......
To Be Continued.......
The End... But a new Beginning
The month of the Hammer, Mason Stonehammer was walking the plains of Torregiano thinking of the future of TriPower. "What shall the future hold for TriPower with Vector slowing emerging from nothing?" Mason said to himself out loud. He paced back and forth with his head down counting his footsteps. Mason looked into the distance because he heard a woman screaming. He focused his eyes and noticed that the woman was being attacked by Vector soldiers about three miles away. He threw his cloak around his body and vanished. A few seconds later he appeared in front of the woman just in time to parry an attack from one of the Vector soldiers. "It's Mason of TriPower, run!" Yelled the soldier. The soldiers run the other direction, dropping their weapons. Mason turns towards the woman smiles and says,"You are safe young lady." She looks towards Mason with a blank stare and doesn't say anything. Mason slowly moves towards her. He slowly puts his hand toward her face and when he touches it, her body shatters. "Decoy!" Yells Mason,"A damn decoy!" Hundreds of Vectorian soldiers surround Mason. "You have options Mason, dead or alive, you choose!" The soldier demands. Mason grins and disappears. He quickly appears behind the soldier that addressed him and digs his teeth into his neck and drains his blood dry. All the soldiers surround Mason and knock him unconscious and tie him up. "Let's behead him and leave his corpse hear to rot!" One of the soldiers yells. "No.... We must bring him back. There is something they want to do to him." The other soldier yells.
To Be Continued.....
To Be Continued.....
Old Character Description - Mason Stonehammer
Mason Stonehammer is here wiping the blood from his lower lip. His battled armor shows he has fought many great long battles. He defends his government and strives for peace. His eyes glow a calm blue. His aura has a slight hint of peace as the room calms when he enters. Blood stained weapons of Tripower rest by his side. Mason Stonehammer phases slowly in and out of reality as if the realm cannot decide if he is of the gods. Slowly the room starts to lose the feel of peace as the presence of Tripower leaves as Mason exits the room.
The fall of General Buxbaum (Revelation 3 of 3)
Alsin examined the pet shop only to find that the only exit was where he had entered from. Alsin turned and peered out the window and saw General Buxbaum rushing towards the shop. Alsin shrugged and once again grasped his weapons. General Buxbaum kicked the door open and stepped into the shop his eye locked on Alsin. "There is no where to run, and Lord Kefka is dead. There is nothing to save you now." Alsin looked at the general, "If the Vectorian Lord is dead, there is no reason for us to fight. I'll give you a second chance, sheath your weapon and just let me go."
General Buxbaum grinned at Alsin and then lunged forward to attack. Alsin dodged the attack and was hessitant to fight back. The two fought for several minutes, but it was obvious Alsin was holding back. As the two circled General Buxbaum managed to catch Alsin slightly off guard and his blade caught Alsin on the side of his chest. The wound was slight, merely flesh this time, but enough proof for Alsin that only one of them would walk away from the fight. Alsin began to counter attack and General Buxbaum started to reel. The General had seen many battles but he had never encountered a combantant such as Alsin. Alsin pierced General Buxbaum's leg then sliced his left arm causing him to drop his weapon. Alsin kicked the General to the floor, and stood over him ready to deliver the final blow when out of the corner of his eye he could see a swarm of heroes rushing into the pet shop. Alsin stepped back, worried the mob of heroes would attack him, but to his surprise they began to assault General Buxbaum. Wounded and disarmed the General stood no chance and was killed quickly. His corpse was looted and left laying in a puddle of blood on the ground and the mob of heroes rushed off. Alsin sighed and sheathed his weapons. The walk home for Alsin seemed much longer this time, but his mind was filled with one thought, "Perhaps now, with Lord Kefka dead, there is a possibility of peace if I join the Tripower. Perhaps now is the time to approach Mason Stonehammer."
General Buxbaum grinned at Alsin and then lunged forward to attack. Alsin dodged the attack and was hessitant to fight back. The two fought for several minutes, but it was obvious Alsin was holding back. As the two circled General Buxbaum managed to catch Alsin slightly off guard and his blade caught Alsin on the side of his chest. The wound was slight, merely flesh this time, but enough proof for Alsin that only one of them would walk away from the fight. Alsin began to counter attack and General Buxbaum started to reel. The General had seen many battles but he had never encountered a combantant such as Alsin. Alsin pierced General Buxbaum's leg then sliced his left arm causing him to drop his weapon. Alsin kicked the General to the floor, and stood over him ready to deliver the final blow when out of the corner of his eye he could see a swarm of heroes rushing into the pet shop. Alsin stepped back, worried the mob of heroes would attack him, but to his surprise they began to assault General Buxbaum. Wounded and disarmed the General stood no chance and was killed quickly. His corpse was looted and left laying in a puddle of blood on the ground and the mob of heroes rushed off. Alsin sighed and sheathed his weapons. The walk home for Alsin seemed much longer this time, but his mind was filled with one thought, "Perhaps now, with Lord Kefka dead, there is a possibility of peace if I join the Tripower. Perhaps now is the time to approach Mason Stonehammer."
Log: 28062012 - Ror and Mason
OOC comment: This scene is after the meeting with Zeltor, but before Ror found his way into the TriPower Kingdom. Near the end of this log, the roleplay sadly derailed in OOC talk quite instantly. In retrospect the emoticon at the start might have been a clue.
It's difficult to roleplay when OOC and IC are mixed and not kept apart. In this case it immediately ended the roleplay as the conversation switched to OOC at once. Keeping these apart is usually a learning process. If your roleplay companion has not mastered this yet, be careful because in the worse cases it may lead to OOC drama and upset people.
It's difficult to roleplay when OOC and IC are mixed and not kept apart. In this case it immediately ended the roleplay as the conversation switched to OOC at once. Keeping these apart is usually a learning process. If your roleplay companion has not mastered this yet, be careful because in the worse cases it may lead to OOC drama and upset people.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)