Re: The Grand Battle II! [Round 1: The Labyrinth Field!]
10-06-2009, 05:44 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Vyrm'n watched Galus and Cabaret's fight with the seed, for lack of anything better to do. It tossed its consciousness about the rest of the barren field again, hardly expecting anything of interest to present itself.
To its amazement, there was something. The Faceless gently shifted its bulk out from underneath Maxwell to avoid jolting him; he woke up anyway. “Where… are you going?â€
There is something of interest that it appears none of the contestants have yet noticed. I intend to go and investigate. So saying, Vyrm'n leapt into the air and swished over to a certain wall, far away from any other point in the labyrinth, Maxwell making slower progress behind.
Vyrm'n landed clumsily, studying the patch of wall, before glancing nervously round the back of it. There was no doubt, this wall was not a boundary one. Nobody had picked up on it yet; probably because the wall looked like the others and the nondescript light which illuminated this place offered little perspective.
Darting round the back, Vyrm'n looked at the scene with puzzlement. On this side of the wall, a kind of trident sign decorated the rough stone. On the ground, twenty orbs were laid out in a sunburst pattern with eleven “spokesâ€, most had two orbs to a “beamâ€, but two only had one. In the centre was an indentation on the grass, like a body had lain there.
Vyrm'n took a closer look at these orbs. The first thing it noticed was the song emanating from them; they sang the song of life; but not only that, they had a distinct presence in the other, garden, plane. Despite this, the Faceless could ascertain that they had no physical presence there. Next, it realised where one of the missing orbs was; the schrotgolem Gestalt had it in its possession.
Finally (and this was harder for the Faceless to detect, not having eyes) were the symbols inscribed on each orb. It could determine they were all different, but struggled to recognise them.
Vyrm'n paused, considering for another moment; before leaping with surprising grace for its size and landing smack in the middle of the ring of orbs. It listened again; and this time almost couldn't believe what it was hearing. The Faceless leapt out again; couldn't hear it. Leap in, and again there was that inexplicable undercurrent to the song's flow.
It supposed the two missing orbs were what kept this aspect of the song quiet; it made sense that Vyrm'n could only detect in the centre, where the untold powers of the twenty (plus two) orbs interacted to produce this seemingly improbable result.
Maxwell finally caught up, puffing a little. “What did you f- woah.†Vyrm'n leapt out of the circle again at his arrival and reached out to make contact. What is written on the orbs?
“Hold on a second…†Maxwell lifted the Faceless' black hand off his shoulder, and took the time to stroll right around the whole arrangement. “They're the letters of the Greek alphabet, and Psi is on the wall for some reason. Alpha, round to Omega. But… two of them are missing. Theta… and, another one I can't remember. Damnit… You don't know your Greek alphabet, do you?â€
Vyrm'n responded by materialising a face with one eyebrow raised. “No, I thought not… Hold on, didn't the golem have one of these on him?†*nod* “Did he have Theta? I don't rightly remember…†As the genius walked past Omicron and Psi, he started. “Did that orb just… sigh?â€
Vyrm'n's sightless face stared at Maxwell meaningfully. It pulled out its knife-tipped arm and carved in the ground:
<THEY ARE ALL TALKING TOGETHER THEY SING A PROMISE BUT IT CANNOT BE FULFILLED WITHOUT THETA AND THE OTHER>
Maxwell strolled over and examined the Faceless' message. “Together… they have a power activated only by the presence of all of them?†Vyrm'n stabbed the knife, punctuating the ground and its point. “What kind of promise?â€
Vyrm'n scratched out the words with a deliberate, unmisconstruable hand.
<span style="font-family: Bradley Hand ITC"><RESURRECTION>
And underneath, almost as an afterthought;
<AND SACRIFICE></span>
Vyrm'n watched Galus and Cabaret's fight with the seed, for lack of anything better to do. It tossed its consciousness about the rest of the barren field again, hardly expecting anything of interest to present itself.
To its amazement, there was something. The Faceless gently shifted its bulk out from underneath Maxwell to avoid jolting him; he woke up anyway. “Where… are you going?â€
There is something of interest that it appears none of the contestants have yet noticed. I intend to go and investigate. So saying, Vyrm'n leapt into the air and swished over to a certain wall, far away from any other point in the labyrinth, Maxwell making slower progress behind.
Vyrm'n landed clumsily, studying the patch of wall, before glancing nervously round the back of it. There was no doubt, this wall was not a boundary one. Nobody had picked up on it yet; probably because the wall looked like the others and the nondescript light which illuminated this place offered little perspective.
Darting round the back, Vyrm'n looked at the scene with puzzlement. On this side of the wall, a kind of trident sign decorated the rough stone. On the ground, twenty orbs were laid out in a sunburst pattern with eleven “spokesâ€, most had two orbs to a “beamâ€, but two only had one. In the centre was an indentation on the grass, like a body had lain there.
Vyrm'n took a closer look at these orbs. The first thing it noticed was the song emanating from them; they sang the song of life; but not only that, they had a distinct presence in the other, garden, plane. Despite this, the Faceless could ascertain that they had no physical presence there. Next, it realised where one of the missing orbs was; the schrotgolem Gestalt had it in its possession.
Finally (and this was harder for the Faceless to detect, not having eyes) were the symbols inscribed on each orb. It could determine they were all different, but struggled to recognise them.
Vyrm'n paused, considering for another moment; before leaping with surprising grace for its size and landing smack in the middle of the ring of orbs. It listened again; and this time almost couldn't believe what it was hearing. The Faceless leapt out again; couldn't hear it. Leap in, and again there was that inexplicable undercurrent to the song's flow.
It supposed the two missing orbs were what kept this aspect of the song quiet; it made sense that Vyrm'n could only detect in the centre, where the untold powers of the twenty (plus two) orbs interacted to produce this seemingly improbable result.
Maxwell finally caught up, puffing a little. “What did you f- woah.†Vyrm'n leapt out of the circle again at his arrival and reached out to make contact. What is written on the orbs?
“Hold on a second…†Maxwell lifted the Faceless' black hand off his shoulder, and took the time to stroll right around the whole arrangement. “They're the letters of the Greek alphabet, and Psi is on the wall for some reason. Alpha, round to Omega. But… two of them are missing. Theta… and, another one I can't remember. Damnit… You don't know your Greek alphabet, do you?â€
Vyrm'n responded by materialising a face with one eyebrow raised. “No, I thought not… Hold on, didn't the golem have one of these on him?†*nod* “Did he have Theta? I don't rightly remember…†As the genius walked past Omicron and Psi, he started. “Did that orb just… sigh?â€
Vyrm'n's sightless face stared at Maxwell meaningfully. It pulled out its knife-tipped arm and carved in the ground:
<THEY ARE ALL TALKING TOGETHER THEY SING A PROMISE BUT IT CANNOT BE FULFILLED WITHOUT THETA AND THE OTHER>
Maxwell strolled over and examined the Faceless' message. “Together… they have a power activated only by the presence of all of them?†Vyrm'n stabbed the knife, punctuating the ground and its point. “What kind of promise?â€
Vyrm'n scratched out the words with a deliberate, unmisconstruable hand.
<span style="font-family: Bradley Hand ITC"><RESURRECTION>
And underneath, almost as an afterthought;
<AND SACRIFICE></span>
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow