A Guardian of the People stands in front of the winding staircase that leads to the Ice Temple's entrance. Except, there are no people around to guard, and his body is frozen, looking much like an ice sculpture. Despite his frozen state, he still stands there with his arms crossed. Eyes glaring off in the distance, they still have that mesmerizing look to them as they did long ago. One feature stands out more than the others, however. It appears to be an indentation of a jewel on his forehead... the key. This key, is not for the Ice Temple though. This key, is the very item that unfreezes this Guardian's consciousness.
A figure stops in front of this frozen statue, and wipes away the snow from the base, revealing an inscription:
"One who possesses the Key, Possesses the Power of Reawakening."
The figure then rummages through a satchel and reveals a clear peculiar jewel and a scroll, both of which was stolen from a mage's shop. The scroll is what led her here:
"The Treasure you have, will unlock your true heart's desire."
Apparently, this treasure was meant for her... and her alone...
Last Edit: May 23, 2010 16:32:15 GMT -5 by InZanety
Pulling her cloak in over her chest, a tall woman dressed in leather, thick white bandages wrapped around her chest, walked through the thick snow and ice. Heeled boots digging deep into the slippery terrain to keep her balance. Her coat was long and thick, a fur collar wrapped around her neck, hood up over her face, hiding it from sight. A small sack was slung over her shoulder, almost entirely empty and frozen stiff.
Beneath the hood, the woman's eyes scanned the horizon slowly, searchingly. It was an odd sight, if there had been anyone to see it. A tall, black-clad figure, walking through the white wasteland that was Cyra, searching for something. And just as she was about to give up, she spotted what she was looking for. A tall, frozen statue. Her pace quickened until she reached the base, and there she dropped to her knees and brushed the snow away.
As she read the inscription on the plate, she pulled a jewel from her sack, glancing over it and up to the socket in in the statue. Rising slowly, she reached forward and socketed the jewel, applying slight force to secure it.
As the gem was pushed in, the statue glowed with a bright golden light. It turned into a complete form of golden energy... but then it flickered. After 2 seconds of flickering the energy turned into a deep, sinister purple. Then the glow intensified, and there he knelt, panting...
He had ghost white skin, long purple hair, and has purple irises in his eyes with no pupils . If you were to look into his eyes long enough, you will become almost mesmerized from the natural 'mesmer' they give off to the lookers mind. The feature that stands out most is a purple gem imbedded into his forehead.
His clothing consists of black monk pants and shoes with purple glyphs as the trim. He also wears a plain black tshirt and a black monkfighter's robe with a hood which also has the purple glyphs. Last but not least, he wears very expensive necklace made from a rare silver-like metal that is said to never break. At the end of the necklace is an Onyx; a dark rare stone that could fetch you a pretty penny.
After a minute, he slowly got to his feet, and looked to the woman in front of him.
Suddenly light erupted from the statue, glowing a bright gold color, and knocked the woman backward. She rolled back into a crouch, weapons suddenly drawn for battle, and glared fiercely out from beneath her hood. Face shrouded, body low, muscles tense, she watched the light flicker and turn purple, steadily growing deeper in hue and brighter to the eye. Finally the light reached its peak and a form took its place in the center of the magical radiance.
Straightening just enough to get a better look, the woman was sure to keep herself prepared to fight. Magic that powerful was not something to take lightly, especially when it resulted in what she saw next.
The figure was a man, his hair and eyes purple, and a purple gem at the center of his forehead. He was dressed in fairly plain clothing, black but for a few simple purple glyphs and the shining gem inside a silver necklace. The woman's eyes locked onto the trinket, her feet itching to sprint forward and take it. The jewel looked as if it were worth something, and that was all she had ever cared about. Money. And there it was.
Hanging around the neck of a man who didn't appear to be able to protect it.
But she was forced to regain her composure as the man turned toward her, standing high over her head, her crouch shortening her stature significantly. She tightened her grip on her weapons and prepared to do battle. But he didn't move. He simply gazed. And she gazed back.
As the woman before him got into her fighting stance, he simply frowned a little bit. She had a nice stance, showing him she had her fair share of fights in her life. However, he had no intention of fighting without much reason, unless it was a friendly spar. It also didn't seem like she was too aggressive torwards him persay, otherwise she would have tried the first blow.
"Do you really, feel like fighting?" The mysterious man questioned. "I certainly don't. If you want a fight, why don't you attack me then?"
The young woman glared up at the man from beneath the shroud of her hood, her yellow eyes fiery and piercing, perhaps visible to the one looking at her, perhaps not. She could not say for sure. But he spoke to her, challenging her motives judgmentally. She snorted and rose to her feet, sheathing her dagger and holstering her pistol, responding shortly, "You'll forgive the defensiveness I'm sure. It's not every day a man appears from amidst a purple light."
Reaching a hand up, she pushed her hood back, revealing her long red hair and smooth complexion to the elements, "Name's Xira. Flipping her hair out with her hands, she let it fall over her shoulders and eyes, creating an almost seductive pose. Opening her sack, she retrieved a brush and used it to smooth her hair quickly, returning it to the small black bag within just a few seconds. She stepped forward, looking up at the high pedestal where moments before this man had stood a statue.
Xira nodded as she spotted the name, taking note of each bit of information she was gaining about this man. He was quiet. Soft spoken. And oddly...confused. He didn't seem to know a single bit of information about himself. How long has he been here? She thought, To forget so much of himself...
Words could not describe the man before her. So confused. So lost. Xira stepped forward, "I stole your gem from a shop and came where it brought me. I'm a treasure seeker of sorts. A pirate."
"My gem?" Vicereth ran his hand up and ran it over the jewel implanted in his forehead. As he did so, the gem glowed the same deep purple as before. Strands of energy flowed outwards and into his hand, but also through the air and around his body.
"What... is this?" He questioned to no one in particular. His body then started taking in this energy... and apparently, it was painful for him. You can see it in his face... he was going through quite an agonizing experience. As he dropped to his knees the most unexpected happened. He turned into the same purple energy and was absorbed into the jewel. Then it fell into the snow.
"Well... that was rather... painful." The jewel glowed faintly with every word he spoke.
During this little event, the rest of the snow on the base of what was a statue was blown off. Revealing the rest of the engraved text:
"The Awakened Gaurdian is assigned to the Invoker, Let this mighty spirit protect the one who has invoked, Call forth its energy in the time of need."
Xira raised a thin red eyebrow at the speaking gem, her eyes scanning over it as she knelt down to read the text beside Vicereth's "body". A guardian...Interesting. She picked up the stone without giving it a second glance, placed it gently inside of her coat pocket, and closed her eyes just as a whirlwind of green light enveloped her body and she disappeared inside of it, only to emerge once more as a young vixen fox. Shaking a dusting of snow from her pelt, she began to trot away from the pedestal.
She could still feel the hardness of the gem within her body though, knowing that her newly prized possession was hiding deep within her chest until she morphed back to her womanly form, "Looks as though you're stuck with me for a while, Love."