<center><div style="background-color: #fff; color: #000; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 12pt; font-family: times; padding: 20px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;"><center><b>B A L T O (4th PLACE)</b></center>
When you emerge from the cave, you are no longer on the island—you are home, tucked safely into the side of the Mountain. The entrance seals itself shut behind you, the rocks and dirt come together seamlessly—the lack of grass is the only sign that it was ever there in the first place—and a light gold shimmers cross the surface once the barrier is complete. Below, Beqanna stretches out before you as far as the eye can see and the sun is only just peeking over the horizon. It’s over, truly over, and you can finally start to find your peace.
“Something for your troubles…”
The voice carries on the wind and though you do not notice it, you shimmer, too. Something changes—though it is not apparent what that change is.</div></center>
You now have the choice between wings, horn(s), or immortality. Wings and horns may be of any type, mythical or non-mythical, but must be tangible. Please specify in your update what type of wings/horns they are if they are not your typical Pegasus wings or Unicorn horn. It will take 1-BQ year for your wings and/or horn to fully grow. Immortality is effective immediately. This trait is genetic.
<center><div style="background-color: #000; color: #fff; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 12pt; font-family: times; padding: 20px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;"><center><b>S L O E N E (3rd PLACE)</b></center>
<i>“Please,”</i> says it, though it does so with your friend’s voice and not its own.
You hesitate.
It grins.
“Worthy,” It says, morphing into the creature from before. It towers over you, its head cocked so that it may peer down at you better. The stench of its rotted breath is sickening. “But not worthy enough.”
“Merciful,” comes another voice, this one softer—kinder.
The angel appears beside the demon, unharmed; he is still every bit of the marvelous white stallion from before, still surrounded by a brilliant golden glow. He tips his head to you, his halo tilting off to the side. “I think this proves my point.”
“No,” the demon hisses, taking a swipe at the angel—who disappears, only to reappear several feet away. “Look at the carnage she caused. This only proves my point and as such, she will be rewarded accordingly.”
“Fair enough,” the angel nods. “There are two left, they’ll be the tie breakers.”
“Tie breakers?” It scoffs, then turns on you with a vengeance. It changes, morphs into something larger and even more grotesque. With a giant, meaty fist, it begins beating you down into the ground. Your bones shatter, your skin splits, your insides turn out and you scream and scream and scream.
You feel everything.
“TIE BREAKERS, FUCKING TIE BREAKERS!”
Its keeping you alive, you know it is—
“YOU. HAD. ONE. JOB. SLOENE!”
You’re nothing but meat, a puddle of meat that it keeps punching away at; the pain is immense, you just want it to end—
The angel steps forwards, sending a jolt of golden lightning your way.
<i>And then you wake up.</i></div></center>
Sloene took the demonic path and placed third.
She may now pick <b>one</b> <i>2-space trait</i> from this list of demonic traits:
Magic Immunity
Hypnotism
Self-Detonation and Reformation
Fire Mimicry.
It will take half a BQ-year to master your trait.
This trait will be genetic.
<center><div style="background-color: #000; color: #fff; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 12pt; font-family: times; padding: 20px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;"><center><b>Z O S M A</b></center>
<i>“Worthy,”</i> it says, drawing you back into that black and starry space. The creature sits upon its throne of constellations with its bony legs crossed. It regards you with its glowing red eyes the way someone might regard their most beloved child. You are so precious—so endeared, so loved by it that it does not want to look away.
You have proven yourself to it and as such, deserve a reward.
“Step forward,” it says, though the voice that comes from its mouth is that of Kangaroo—Kangaroo, the dragon, the demon, that most wretched beast.
You obey.
You are hers now, after all, and she is yours.
You spend an eternity there, learning everything it is you need to know—though you are ageless, timeless. It is heaven and hell, pain and bliss. You are sad to see the day when you finally have to go.
With a wave of its clawed hand, a bright red glow surrounds you.
It sears the flesh from your bones, it turns you into<i> something else.</i>
Something new, something… unnatural.
<i>You wake with a gasp.</i></div></center>
<center><div style="background-color: #fff; color: #000; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 12pt; font-family: times; padding: 20px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;"><center><b>N I K O L I N E</b></center>
He loves you, he hopes you know that.
He shoulders the brunt of your weight when you nearly collapse from your injuries, whispering words of encouragement that he prays you can hear—that kiss? It hadn’t been a fluke, no. It wasn’t some spur of the moment thing. He has been there for years, watching you—looking out for you, trying to keep you safe and now is no different.
He couldn’t touch you before, but now—
He takes you away, away; you spend an eternity with him, laughing, loving, learning everything it is you need to know—but then a day comes when you are both called back and you’re once more back at the cave, still bleeding, still wounded. It’s as if you never left. When you both emerge from the cave, the demon is waiting outside.
It’s a horrible creature that your weary mind struggles to understand and it speaks with the voice of your friend.
It smiles. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost say you wanted to fuck her.”
“Silence,” the angel warns, his eyes narrowing.
“Why don’t you? Oh—“ it snorts, as if it is going to try and hide its laughter, then cackles madly. “Oh, oh my… have you?”
The angel says nothing, though his body visibly tenses. “She proves my point, fair and square—you can give them everything, <i>everything</i>, and then take it away and they will still make the right choice.”
“I suppose we will have to see which one of them reaches us first then, won’t we?” It grins, the corner of its lips stretching unnaturally wide from ear to ear. When it opens its mouth to speak again, the top of its head flips back and it is forced to use its own clawed hands to put it back on right again.
“Silence,” the stallion repeats.
The angel looks at you, longingly, as a soft golden glow begins to surround you and you start to fade. “Remember me?” He asks, though you do not have time to answer.
<i>You wake up.</i></div></center>
NIKOLINE AND ZOSMA:
Your next post must be 600 words (min).
This will determine first and second place.
You both wake up on the Mountain—this may be together or separately, second place decides.
Do with this what you will, be creative and enjoy yourselves.
Edit: Once your post has been posted, DO NOT EDIT IT. Doing so will result in your elimination from this quest and your reward going to the character behind yours.
You are both going to like the results.
When you emerge from the cave, you are no longer on the island—you are home, tucked safely into the side of the Mountain. The entrance seals itself shut behind you, the rocks and dirt come together seamlessly—the lack of grass is the only sign that it was ever there in the first place—and a light gold shimmers cross the surface once the barrier is complete. Below, Beqanna stretches out before you as far as the eye can see and the sun is only just peeking over the horizon. It’s over, truly over, and you can finally start to find your peace.
“Something for your troubles…”
The voice carries on the wind and though you do not notice it, you shimmer, too. Something changes—though it is not apparent what that change is.</div></center>
You now have the choice between wings, horn(s), or immortality. Wings and horns may be of any type, mythical or non-mythical, but must be tangible. Please specify in your update what type of wings/horns they are if they are not your typical Pegasus wings or Unicorn horn. It will take 1-BQ year for your wings and/or horn to fully grow. Immortality is effective immediately. This trait is genetic.
<center><div style="background-color: #000; color: #fff; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 12pt; font-family: times; padding: 20px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;"><center><b>S L O E N E (3rd PLACE)</b></center>
<i>“Please,”</i> says it, though it does so with your friend’s voice and not its own.
You hesitate.
It grins.
“Worthy,” It says, morphing into the creature from before. It towers over you, its head cocked so that it may peer down at you better. The stench of its rotted breath is sickening. “But not worthy enough.”
“Merciful,” comes another voice, this one softer—kinder.
The angel appears beside the demon, unharmed; he is still every bit of the marvelous white stallion from before, still surrounded by a brilliant golden glow. He tips his head to you, his halo tilting off to the side. “I think this proves my point.”
“No,” the demon hisses, taking a swipe at the angel—who disappears, only to reappear several feet away. “Look at the carnage she caused. This only proves my point and as such, she will be rewarded accordingly.”
“Fair enough,” the angel nods. “There are two left, they’ll be the tie breakers.”
“Tie breakers?” It scoffs, then turns on you with a vengeance. It changes, morphs into something larger and even more grotesque. With a giant, meaty fist, it begins beating you down into the ground. Your bones shatter, your skin splits, your insides turn out and you scream and scream and scream.
You feel everything.
“TIE BREAKERS, FUCKING TIE BREAKERS!”
Its keeping you alive, you know it is—
“YOU. HAD. ONE. JOB. SLOENE!”
You’re nothing but meat, a puddle of meat that it keeps punching away at; the pain is immense, you just want it to end—
The angel steps forwards, sending a jolt of golden lightning your way.
<i>And then you wake up.</i></div></center>
Sloene took the demonic path and placed third.
She may now pick <b>one</b> <i>2-space trait</i> from this list of demonic traits:
Magic Immunity
Hypnotism
Self-Detonation and Reformation
Fire Mimicry.
It will take half a BQ-year to master your trait.
This trait will be genetic.
<center><div style="background-color: #000; color: #fff; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 12pt; font-family: times; padding: 20px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;"><center><b>Z O S M A</b></center>
<i>“Worthy,”</i> it says, drawing you back into that black and starry space. The creature sits upon its throne of constellations with its bony legs crossed. It regards you with its glowing red eyes the way someone might regard their most beloved child. You are so precious—so endeared, so loved by it that it does not want to look away.
You have proven yourself to it and as such, deserve a reward.
“Step forward,” it says, though the voice that comes from its mouth is that of Kangaroo—Kangaroo, the dragon, the demon, that most wretched beast.
You obey.
You are hers now, after all, and she is yours.
You spend an eternity there, learning everything it is you need to know—though you are ageless, timeless. It is heaven and hell, pain and bliss. You are sad to see the day when you finally have to go.
With a wave of its clawed hand, a bright red glow surrounds you.
It sears the flesh from your bones, it turns you into<i> something else.</i>
Something new, something… unnatural.
<i>You wake with a gasp.</i></div></center>
<center><div style="background-color: #fff; color: #000; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 12pt; font-family: times; padding: 20px; width: 400px; text-align: justify;"><center><b>N I K O L I N E</b></center>
He loves you, he hopes you know that.
He shoulders the brunt of your weight when you nearly collapse from your injuries, whispering words of encouragement that he prays you can hear—that kiss? It hadn’t been a fluke, no. It wasn’t some spur of the moment thing. He has been there for years, watching you—looking out for you, trying to keep you safe and now is no different.
He couldn’t touch you before, but now—
He takes you away, away; you spend an eternity with him, laughing, loving, learning everything it is you need to know—but then a day comes when you are both called back and you’re once more back at the cave, still bleeding, still wounded. It’s as if you never left. When you both emerge from the cave, the demon is waiting outside.
It’s a horrible creature that your weary mind struggles to understand and it speaks with the voice of your friend.
It smiles. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost say you wanted to fuck her.”
“Silence,” the angel warns, his eyes narrowing.
“Why don’t you? Oh—“ it snorts, as if it is going to try and hide its laughter, then cackles madly. “Oh, oh my… have you?”
The angel says nothing, though his body visibly tenses. “She proves my point, fair and square—you can give them everything, <i>everything</i>, and then take it away and they will still make the right choice.”
“I suppose we will have to see which one of them reaches us first then, won’t we?” It grins, the corner of its lips stretching unnaturally wide from ear to ear. When it opens its mouth to speak again, the top of its head flips back and it is forced to use its own clawed hands to put it back on right again.
“Silence,” the stallion repeats.
The angel looks at you, longingly, as a soft golden glow begins to surround you and you start to fade. “Remember me?” He asks, though you do not have time to answer.
<i>You wake up.</i></div></center>
NIKOLINE AND ZOSMA:
Your next post must be 600 words (min).
This will determine first and second place.
You both wake up on the Mountain—this may be together or separately, second place decides.
Do with this what you will, be creative and enjoy yourselves.
Edit: Once your post has been posted, DO NOT EDIT IT. Doing so will result in your elimination from this quest and your reward going to the character behind yours.
You are both going to like the results.