Re: QUIETUS [S!5] [Round 1: Godsworn Valley]
05-14-2012, 02:43 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-30-2013, 03:24 AM by Anomaly.)
Originally posted on MSPA by Anomaly.
For a moment, Anila stood in the valley between two very tall, rocky, and sheer cliffs, in a daze. She then began running around and laughing joyously, as if she had just won the lottery. She eventually collapsed on the ground, out of breath, with a big grin spread across her face.
This is great, Wizard Jelly! Great!
I... You... Anila. Were you even listening to the Outsider?
Uh, of course I was. Why do you think I'm so excited? Anila asked as if the shapeshifter has told her that the sky was blue today.
Anila stared up at the sky. She wondered if it actually was blue today. This wasn't even the same world. Maybe it was red. Or pink. Or green? Green sounded about right. It was probably green above all the clouds.
Anila, I know you love adventure and all, but this isn't like back home. We're either going to kill everyone else or die in the process, and the longer it takes, the more you turn into me! We need to find a way out of here.
Once again, Wizard Jelly, you just don't get it. I guess that's what you get when you live in a pantry for your whole life, though! We don't need to kill anyone. We can just let them do it to themselves! And did you even hear the Outside guy? There might be more gods out here than we have back home! Who knows what we'll find? Let's go!
The shapeshifter couldn't even protest this. It wasn't the first time Anila had gone off on an extremely dangerous adventure despite its protests. Or the second. Or the third, or the fourth, or... honestly, she did this all the time. She was good at surviving, at least. Really good at surviving.
Which was fortunate, because they were now standing in the shadow of a very large, green dragon. Well, it was really more like a manticore mixed with a dragon? Oh, and it definitely had a couple of giant, angry snakes where its tail should have been. Some parts of its body were also made of metal, like half of the dragon head and both of the wings. All of them roared at Anila at the exact same time.
Anila responded by scampering up the rock wall next to the mantragon and leaping onto its back.
"Onward, my steed!" she shouted, pointing her very dull sword ahead of her. The creature tried to shake her off as one of the snake-tails attempted to bite her head off. She smacked it in the face with the "sword", sending it reeling. Eventually, the dragicore stopped struggling and took off into the sky.
Were you seriously worried about me, Wizard Jelly? Look at this guy! Isn't he cute?
I don't think I'm really qualified to call things cute, Anila.
Well, whatever! ...By the way, Wizard Jelly, why did the Insider say I didn't have long to live? You're not a parasite, are you?
The Outsider probably doesn't know anything more about what's happening to you than I do. I think it's wrong, but I can't be sure. That's why we need to escape as fast as possible.
Oh, don't act like that. I think it'll be fun to be wizard jelly! Being human is so limiting sometimes, Wizard Jelly. Besides, if I get tired of it I can find a way to undo it. It's what I do, Wizard Jelly.
The shapeshifter didn't respond. Anila sighed, then leaned back against the dragon head's neck and pulled out her journal.
Date unknown, 13:56
This is great! I'm in some kind of interplanar battle to the death! I'm not even sure where I am, but who cares? I'm already riding a dragon-manticore!
I guess I should decide who to go to first. There are seven others here that I'm supposed to be fighting or something!
It's so hard, though. All of them are so different from everything back home! There's this big worm thing with metal arms and all kinds of eyes, and someone who can talk to the dead, and a big armored thing, and there's even a necromancer who doesn't live in a big black tower and doesn't even want to use her abilities to take over the world or kill everyone or something! It's so hard to decide!
There are also some new gods here, maybe? I didn't even know there were more than eleven! Maybe these are actually the same ones. I hope this thing takes me to one of them.
Oh hey there's some kind of building over there. Built into the side of a mountain and everything! It also looks like it's made of metal, and there aren't really many windows. Who builds something without windows? I like windows. Maybe I can help them with that, because that's where Mantragon is going.
Anila hurriedly put her journal away as the creature landed next to the building's entrance.
"Welcome to the temple of Vísindi, outsider," the manticore head said to Anila. So it talked? She didn't even expect that for some reason. She waited around for a few moments, expecting something to happen, before the door in front of her finally swished open noiselessly. A man with unkempt white hair, a long, white, buttoned-up robe, and a pair of goggles on his forehead stepped out, pulling the black rubber gloves from his hands as he did so.
"Ah, very unusual," the man said. "It's not often that Kísérlet here lets strangers live, let alone ride her all the way here. You must have some thing special going for you, kid. Now then, follow me. I'm sure Vísindi wants to speak to you personally!" The man chuckled to himself. Vísindi certainly wasn't a god that Anila had heard of, which only made her more gleeful. She was going to be the first from her world to speak to him! Or her! She anxiously followed the priest into the temple.
For a moment, Anila stood in the valley between two very tall, rocky, and sheer cliffs, in a daze. She then began running around and laughing joyously, as if she had just won the lottery. She eventually collapsed on the ground, out of breath, with a big grin spread across her face.
This is great, Wizard Jelly! Great!
I... You... Anila. Were you even listening to the Outsider?
Uh, of course I was. Why do you think I'm so excited? Anila asked as if the shapeshifter has told her that the sky was blue today.
Anila stared up at the sky. She wondered if it actually was blue today. This wasn't even the same world. Maybe it was red. Or pink. Or green? Green sounded about right. It was probably green above all the clouds.
Anila, I know you love adventure and all, but this isn't like back home. We're either going to kill everyone else or die in the process, and the longer it takes, the more you turn into me! We need to find a way out of here.
Once again, Wizard Jelly, you just don't get it. I guess that's what you get when you live in a pantry for your whole life, though! We don't need to kill anyone. We can just let them do it to themselves! And did you even hear the Outside guy? There might be more gods out here than we have back home! Who knows what we'll find? Let's go!
The shapeshifter couldn't even protest this. It wasn't the first time Anila had gone off on an extremely dangerous adventure despite its protests. Or the second. Or the third, or the fourth, or... honestly, she did this all the time. She was good at surviving, at least. Really good at surviving.
Which was fortunate, because they were now standing in the shadow of a very large, green dragon. Well, it was really more like a manticore mixed with a dragon? Oh, and it definitely had a couple of giant, angry snakes where its tail should have been. Some parts of its body were also made of metal, like half of the dragon head and both of the wings. All of them roared at Anila at the exact same time.
Anila responded by scampering up the rock wall next to the mantragon and leaping onto its back.
"Onward, my steed!" she shouted, pointing her very dull sword ahead of her. The creature tried to shake her off as one of the snake-tails attempted to bite her head off. She smacked it in the face with the "sword", sending it reeling. Eventually, the dragicore stopped struggling and took off into the sky.
Were you seriously worried about me, Wizard Jelly? Look at this guy! Isn't he cute?
I don't think I'm really qualified to call things cute, Anila.
Well, whatever! ...By the way, Wizard Jelly, why did the Insider say I didn't have long to live? You're not a parasite, are you?
The Outsider probably doesn't know anything more about what's happening to you than I do. I think it's wrong, but I can't be sure. That's why we need to escape as fast as possible.
Oh, don't act like that. I think it'll be fun to be wizard jelly! Being human is so limiting sometimes, Wizard Jelly. Besides, if I get tired of it I can find a way to undo it. It's what I do, Wizard Jelly.
The shapeshifter didn't respond. Anila sighed, then leaned back against the dragon head's neck and pulled out her journal.
Date unknown, 13:56
This is great! I'm in some kind of interplanar battle to the death! I'm not even sure where I am, but who cares? I'm already riding a dragon-manticore!
I guess I should decide who to go to first. There are seven others here that I'm supposed to be fighting or something!
It's so hard, though. All of them are so different from everything back home! There's this big worm thing with metal arms and all kinds of eyes, and someone who can talk to the dead, and a big armored thing, and there's even a necromancer who doesn't live in a big black tower and doesn't even want to use her abilities to take over the world or kill everyone or something! It's so hard to decide!
There are also some new gods here, maybe? I didn't even know there were more than eleven! Maybe these are actually the same ones. I hope this thing takes me to one of them.
Oh hey there's some kind of building over there. Built into the side of a mountain and everything! It also looks like it's made of metal, and there aren't really many windows. Who builds something without windows? I like windows. Maybe I can help them with that, because that's where Mantragon is going.
Anila hurriedly put her journal away as the creature landed next to the building's entrance.
"Welcome to the temple of Vísindi, outsider," the manticore head said to Anila. So it talked? She didn't even expect that for some reason. She waited around for a few moments, expecting something to happen, before the door in front of her finally swished open noiselessly. A man with unkempt white hair, a long, white, buttoned-up robe, and a pair of goggles on his forehead stepped out, pulling the black rubber gloves from his hands as he did so.
"Ah, very unusual," the man said. "It's not often that Kísérlet here lets strangers live, let alone ride her all the way here. You must have some thing special going for you, kid. Now then, follow me. I'm sure Vísindi wants to speak to you personally!" The man chuckled to himself. Vísindi certainly wasn't a god that Anila had heard of, which only made her more gleeful. She was going to be the first from her world to speak to him! Or her! She anxiously followed the priest into the temple.