The Labyrinth

[Shine]

Whiteoak reaches into his robes and brings the Diamond Heart Necklass out for all to see (not yet taking it off.) He then goes over to Obed

"So, where is it?"

"Its in the harnessing, under the armor, on that side" Obed replies, gesturing.

Whiteoak goes to Obed's side and pulls out from under some armor plates, a bundle of wrapped saddle blanket.

He takes the bundle over to the Evil Angel, and opens it, presenting to the Angel...

"The Sanity Blade, fallen Esteemed One. Angels are the messengers of the divine, by both word and action. May the good you do this day restore you to the goodness you were created to be and to bring."

[Swix]

*Fade looked over at Panther, retrieving the Ruby Dagger from a purple portal*

Indeed. We seem to be almost ready

*Fade raised an eyebrow at seeing Whiteoaks actions and words. Well, that's about all the facial expression you'll get from this particular mutant. What she was thinking would be unclear however, since the action both managed to make sense and confuse at the same time*
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*Up on the moon, the ex-ChiChi, ex-Borg known as 725-Brock had teleported repeatedly to keep ahead of the converging atmospheres of planet and moon. He'd eventually found himself on the opposite side, Grarg and Sirus both hanging onto his arms so they didn't get left behind*

*He was completely useless to the others on the surface now, once the moon hit he'd have a few seconds to possibly teleport back and get someone, but that was it*

~I'm afraid I can't help with directions or anything anymore Linda. I just hope you succeed down there~

[TheEvilAngel]

the good i do

My hands tremble slightly. Anticipation? Nervousness? I don't know.

“The Sanity Blade, fallen Esteemed One.”

this weapon has felled thousands taken more lived than you ever could in your clammy stone basement between dimensions its lighted touch - the barest scratching kiss of this finely crafted thing- sends sanity coursing through its victim mind-numbing mediocrity and overwhelming cowardice seeps through the body like water drawn into a thirsty sponge I have fought Dau’Pay only once with this a daring match we were equals then no longer

I extend my graceful arm. The gauntlet guided by my hand // the hand guided by my gauntlet reaches out to touch the sword's hilt. The sword’s aura – for the sword is a living thing, an entity unto itself, no mere object – is a rising sun. The gauntlet mimics its partner.

“Angels are the messengers of the divine,”

Will this steely guard protect me? Or is this a trap by the false god?
Am I pure enough to withstand the awful essence of his blade’s power?

“…by both word and action.”

Too late to questions. Fate has acted for you. You are beyond the realm of reason. You are trusting in faith now.

My fingers caress the sword’s handle. The auras explode, an orgasm of light. The painful pleasure of high voltage electricity dances along my arm. My face splits into a wide, ecstatic grin, my eyes sting with the pain of a thousand tiny losses, my body and mind fluctuate, flare, ripple on the metaphysical plane. Perceived as a tensing of the muscles to those imprisoned in the material world, I appear both fervent and contained.

This is not sanity. This is else entirely: this is zeal.

I am The Evil Angel, empowered by the very god who would destroy me, rip me apart, force me into a black abyss away from this wonderful world of his creation which even now he toys with and mockingly dangles above destruction. I open my eyes – I was not even aware that they had been closed - and see the world anew. The aura of those around me, small, pitiful things banded together to avoid imminent doom. They need guidance, protection, shelter from the storm. My bloody wings explore upwards, making a longing embrace with the falling sky. The twin mountains of feather are wide, a banner of salvation for all who seek refuge under their shadow.

“May the good you do this day restore you to the goodness you were created to be and to bring."

I am Wicked and I am Pure! I will bring redemption to the fallen, faith to the pitiful, hope to the doomed! I am the glorious cleansing fire which will wipe away that which is unclean in my sight and recast the broken mould of the world into something better!

” YES!”

My sword rises, a blade between the peaks of my wings. I look down. The Shining One is below me, still holding the ragged cloth. He is still warm, still fresh, still throbbing with life -

NO.

The outburst within me is so great almost escapes my lips. The Shining One will not fall the same fate as countless others. None of them will, if they serve righteousness. My eyes of dark stars encompass them all in a sweeping glance.

“Come. We have a great deed to perform. Have the other relics been prepared?”

[Wamphyri]

((Silence has been ours for too long. It is time we were to continue, as a dominating species. Perchance it is time to save those who inhabit these lands for future pickings.))

Those who come across the altar of the Glove of Insanity will find the Cerberus gone, its chain cut, and no signs of its presence or where it has gone.

Whereas the Wamphyri have not remained still. They have travelled with the group to the final altar. There was oppurtunity to gain possession of the glove, but alas there were three vying for it, and to be drawn into a battle of four now would be unwise. Although the relations here are weak at best. An advantageous position if there ever was one.

Now, their main rival, in possession of both sword and gauntlet was requesting all to hand over their relics of power. Were they foolish or incompetant, they will listen to him. If they are wise, they will peer through the cracks and inconsistancies and hold onto the relics for all they are worth.

"Our relic will be placed within the altar when all others are safely placed within and at no other time. Wary of others has ensured our survival above all others."

Standing defiant, each of the Wamphyri stands tall, arms folded, confident and ready to act should any act against them. The canine stands between them, staring at the Evil Angel, wanting to tear out his organs and feast upon them.

[Panther385]

~I am not trusting of any other here than my fellow councilmen. I will only let loose the relic when the others are to be placed in the altar. I will not hand it to anyone.~ The reptile glared at those around her, ready to spring if anyone makes a move for the Ruby Daggar.

[Shine]

((I PM-ed Michael Rawlings with no answer, so what now?))

Whiteoak put his hand on the Diamond Heart of the Dojo necklass. It had become dear to him. For some unknown reason he had become attached to it, and parting with it was difficult. Yet, he must if they were to save the Dojo. He lifts it off over his head, and sighs....

He walks forward and places it into the opening for the necklass on the altar, but he stays right there, turning and looking at the other relic holders.

"Well, this is what we are here for isn't it? Who's next?"

[Panther385]

~I will.~

Panther slinked over to the altar, resumed normal form (with much more spike-bursting, skin reforming, and gore than I think I should type), and slid the red weapon into its predetermined slot. She felt strange at parting with the relic- like a little piece of her had been chipped away. She went back to her postion next to Fade and waited for the others to do their duties.


((I dunno, ask DP? He is in charge of the entire Dojo, and the Sanity Blade....))

[Swix]

*Fade watches and waits, and seeing Panther has taken the step she too moves forwards and slides the Onyx Longsword into the place it was wanted*

*She then turns and walks back to Panther. Once there, she spins around, keeping an eye on the relics. Fades arm accidentally brushes past Panthers arms, her hand coming to rest on it, and Fade whispers to Panther so low no-one else would hear*

If something should go wrong, I'll give you twenty minutes worth of invisibility

[Micheal_Rawlings]

((Hell if I didn't show up now, what would be left of the Dojo to develop?))

A swirling warp opened nearby and a single mech emerged. With a hiss the cockpit popped open and Micheal Rawlings stepped forth from it.

"I hear that you require my bow. Normally I would refuse, but seeing as how the entire of the Dojo depend on this, I am willing to lend a hand."

Micheal stepped forth and placed his bow upon the altar.

"And nice to see you all too. I look foward to enslaving you all after this has finished."

Micheal smiled and took his place among the other relic holders.

[TheEvilAngel]

[clack]

The Diamond Heart is put in place.

[clack]

The Ruby Dagger

[clack]

The Onyx Longsword

[clack]

The Emerald Bow

All that remains is the staff.
And the godstructs

swish swish swish playfully through the air the Sanity Blade goes swish swish swish

Such power I will never again hold

yet dame destiny calls forth


go Angel

rise where stars would fall

[clack]


The Sanity blade



"Alliessss...." My hiss resonates at a frequency I know the Wamphyri alone would hear. "It appears that all others have played the game. Your time has come."

A twitter of untrusting washes off of them like waves on a beach.

"The gauntlet must go lasssst ... it was made lassst ... it issss an unknown quality....it musssst ssseal the pact....I sssswear I will not be falsssse...."

[Wamphyri]

Carefully watching all the others place their relics within the altar, the Wamphyri silently curse the power they are to lose. The games a God plays with his worshippers are games of evil in disguise. Jealousy flows through their bloodstream.

The Evil Angel speaks to them, silently, the others don't hear. Give up the staff, a weapon they had learnt little about, and had little chance to play with on unsuspecting prey. Reveal the staffs true position and save these lands for further pickings, or keep it and leave, possibly fail on another land.

They had rarely seen creatures as powerful as these. They could not leave without gaining what they had for themselves. Help it was. Wonderment dances our minds of a possible reward. Doubtless, this God knows of little compassion. Withdraw the staff we must.

Horrific yelping and squealing is heard as the canine writhes on the floor. It vomits and excretes as it convulses. Slowly, a scar, a rip, a tear in its side. From maw to tail, it rips open as the staff emerges. Shaithis stands forth and takes grasp of the staff. Holding the canines body, he tears the staff from it and holds it aloft his head.

Shaking it up and down twice, he stands. The canines wounds begin to heal as it stands again and takes position besides Shaithis. Shaithis holds the staff by one end, and rapidly swings it down towards the ground, removing all previous blood from its delicate pole. Now clean, and yet again shining, he walks to the altar.

Carefully placing it within a slot in the altar, it audiably clicks into place. Releasing his grip he stands back, the canine eyeing the Evil Angel. All the Wamphyri eye the Evil Angel with the malicious yellow eyes. Whispering silently, their words floating to the Evil Angel, no others able to hear.

"Your wordsssss gave promissse. Are you assss honourable asss you would ssssay?"

[TheEvilAngel]

The Staff is inserted. Union of hole and part. The altar awaits its final piece.

Now I am the most powerful being in the Dojo. All I need to do is stay my hand and the world ends.

My pin feathers bristle at the thought.

Destiny is completed as I drop my hand. I put it into place and I call to heaven. The god will spare the world. All thanks to me.

The god

I can challenge him on my own ground

Brutally my hand smacks into place. I have closed the deal. The deed has been done.

"Aru'mauri! Dau'Pay! Sensei! Dark Psycho! By all your names I call out to thee! These relics have been assembled in your name!These who bear them cry out to spare this world you have wrought! Hold off the moon, if you have decency! Come before us and show your might!"