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Post by demonfire on Mar 26, 2008 19:05:10 GMT -5
Estrik walked into the plain entrance of the hedge maze, eager to try his luck at the labyrinth. Riddles, puzzles, all of that sort seemed to be just the trick to get his mind off of other pressing issues that he needed to neglect for the time being. He tapped his staff along the ground, not really coming prepared for any kind of formal battle. He just carried the usuals: his first orb, his staff, the light 'armor', and a blindfold.
He sighed one of relief after he was sure no one else was going to be around him. This downtime would be his perfect hiatus. Estrik 'looked' around, not getting a good look past the hedges; it wasn't as if he could see through plants. "So, grand spectacle, huh?" the little blind child sarcastically asked himself as he began his voyage into the growth and its twists.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 26, 2008 19:29:47 GMT -5
"So then, kid..." A figure seemed to come outta nowhere, barring Estrik's way, I won't go into lengthy descriptions for the being's attire, considering the description would be lost, considering the current audience... so instead I'll just put dialogue and the simple neccessary descriptions for you. "Bane of darkness am I when upon the flesh you do apply. Nothing be so detrimental, nothing be so elemental. What am I?" The being smiled as he gave his riddle, gesturing excessively with his hands and obviously enjoying himself. The being seemed rather normal if you didn't take in some of the details of the being, so it should be assumed by Estrik (whom is blind.) that the being presenting the riddle was just a normal man... because obviously Estrik was unable to see anything particularly special about the stranger.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 27, 2008 18:29:20 GMT -5
"That's a thinker," Estrik said as he did a mime-like trick and leaned against the air. His mind ran through possible answers and interpretations; considering that it was a riddle, face value was pretty much worthless in his head. 'Let's see...bane of darkness? Maybe it's like ignorance or something...When applied to the flesh. So it has to be given to someone...maybe just given to mortal minds...Minds...detrimental...elemental...' he thought to himself, seeming to be pondering deeply, trying to go through every definition he could possibly think of for each word.
'Detrimental, so it destroys. Elemental. Literal elements? No...wait, elemental can mean simple. I think. I hope. God, I hope so. So, something simple, destroys when given to the mortal flesh...' Estrik snapped his fingers as an answer hit him like a rather large brick in the face thrown by the Hulk.
"Knowledge. When given to people, it takes them out of the dark and sheds light on their lives. When too much of it is given, people begin to learn how to kill and kill better, which they begin to do excessively. It's simple, elemental; it's a common factor of life. You either get it or you don't--no gray areas, no if's, and's, but's, or however's," Estrik said, arguing the answer as if he were proving it guilty of being correct.
Honestly, Estrik thought he was right, and so did his RPer, considering that riddles can have multiple answers, and that he thought that this answer made complete and perfect sense. Yeah.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 27, 2008 20:49:43 GMT -5
"Bane of darkness am I when upon the flesh you do apply. Nothing be so detrimental, nothing be so elemental. What am I...?" the being repeated, obviously implying that Estrik hadn't gotten the answer right, the form of the being shifted now, changing shape. There could be a lengthy and beautiful description for such a thing- but alas, Estrik was blind and Li-Wa refused to let anyone forget it and was likely to bring it up in every post. Life was good.
Anyways...
"Knowledge may your answer be, but I myself cannot agree." He shook his head, already assuming what seemed to be the form of a lion or some large beast, "Ask again and we shall see, if not your death I can decree." The being spoke, it's voice rising and falling with the rhyme, it was having a jolly good time and it couldn't wait till Estrik used up his three guesses... two more chances and if he didn't get it right by then, of course he'd get a nice little fight and it would prove to be quite the interesting ordeal.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 29, 2008 14:48:47 GMT -5
"Well, you are a stubborn asshole, but that's not answering the riddle, is it?" Estrik asked the Dr. Seuss Beast. Estrik tensed up a bit as he had a non-psychic premonition of a fight, because he sure as hell didn't know the answer to this riddle, but maybe somewhere some gracious RPer would grace him with this information. That was a long shot, longer than anything a mortal could comprehend.
"I'm going to have to say something along the lines of light or summin'," the blind child said, not really even putting any more thought into the riddle like he had given up. Honestly, it was most likely going to be something so obvious that he had completely looked over it because of some deeper need to over analyze anything and everything. Sometimes it helped, but more often than not it didn't.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 29, 2008 19:14:07 GMT -5
The stranger shook it's head, obviously preparing for the next wrong answer so it may recieve it's due time to attack the innocent little blind child of blindness. It really was a shame that Estrik couldn't see... because otherwise the answer to the riddle would be rather simple to find out, it's shimmering form itself being a dead giveaway to what the needed answer was, and obviously there was some gracious RPer who wasn't gonna let anyone forget that if Estrik wasn't blind... they'd already have the answer to the riddle. "Although your response may be light, it itself is far from right." he shook his monsterous head, obviously pleased, "Think now of what may be plight to something perhaps more a creature of night." the being smiled as it moved on to a new rhyme, "Your little journey has just begun, but remember elements more than of one." a curt step as it completely barred Estrik's way so the blind child couldn't continue without a battle, "You my friend have still just begun, think fast on your feet unless you want more fun." the beast smiled, not caring whether or not Estrik could see it. In all honesty, it didn't want Estrik to fail on his first question- so of course he had given him perhaps the biggest clues he could have probably recieved... admittedly his clues were more riddles- but that was besides the point. The creature was enjoying itself. "Answer my simple riddle and you'll have won, think now of an ore that cannot be undone."
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Post by demonfire on Mar 29, 2008 21:14:08 GMT -5
Estrik's blond moment had momentarily ceased as he shook his head and showed an expression of 'You've got to be kidding me'. "Is it...silver?" he asked, not really sure if it was his answer or not. The little blind child of blindness hopefully had finally answered the riddle as his common-sense-missing RPer had hopefully gotten it right.
"Yeah, silver! Only two creatures of the night that I know: vampires and werewolves. Apparently, silver is their kryptonite! Mind-raping Eithne was good for something after all!" Estrik yelled in excitement. Sure, he had had some not-so-good dreams because of mind-raping Eithne, but it was finally paying off, because now, he had hopefully won one for the team. Yeah, the team of him, himself, and Croatoan. Even though he wasn't particularly fond of the latter member.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 30, 2008 7:43:18 GMT -5
"Though many clues you may have needed, I still see that you have succeeded..." the creature stepped aside, allowing Estrik to pass and fully knowing that Estrik was going to face more and more riddles- and riddlemasters who weren't as helpful as others. The metallic bodied creature watched Estrik carefully, it's tail swaying back and forth anxiously. Sure, it wouldn't have a snack or meal today... but there were others, and they were far hungrier than himself... Estrik wasn't even in the deep of the forest yet.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 30, 2008 8:42:39 GMT -5
Estrik walked right on past the metallic-lion-thing-Dr. Seuss-jawn with an I-just-beat-you-hah! expression on his face. He began to walk down the beaten path of the riddling maze, making rather random rotations in the maze, picking erratic ways and not really putting much thought into where he was going. He could always go back and retrace his steps, after all. "Pfft, many clues. I only needed one," Estrik said cockily to himself and any others that may have been listening. Such as a riddler of sorts?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 30, 2008 9:15:09 GMT -5
A slim bodied young woman stepped in front of Estrik, some things were noticeable about the woman at plain sight or even from her aura- it was modified, certainly... but it was all transmorphed to almost perfection in a replica of none other than Eithne, having pulled the identity and form from Estrik's mind. "How about another riddle?" she asked, a smile on her face, obviously waiting for Estrik to say something so she could say her riddle and kill him. Don't always the kind people assume the form of people you know?
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Post by demonfire on Mar 30, 2008 9:25:37 GMT -5
"Sure, Doppel," Estrik said, referring to the copycat of Eithne (who didn't speak in rhymes) as a shortened form of doppelganger. "Bring it on!" he said enthusiastically and boxing imaginary opponents with his hands, even though one still held the staff. He could tell that it wasn't Eithne for a couple of reasons: one being there was no way in Hell that Eithne would be out here, and the other was that she just seemed a bit...off. Regardless, at least she wasn't like Dr. Seuss back there who only talked like he in a poetry parlor.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 30, 2008 9:45:27 GMT -5
The Eithne copy nodded, "Very well then..." a curt gesture, quick and resolute- she was going to give her riddle and then be done, she'd only give Estrik two guesses... "Till beholds the dark moon he be unknown, yet in the mind hidden and not alone. Evil of demons from days of old, and to such demons humanity sold." she smirked, waiting for Estrik to make his guesses, "It's really quite simple, do you know what it is?" she tilted her head to the side slightly with a curious expression, her foot tapping irritably on the ground. Of course she'd be impatient, it wouldn't be right if she wasn't. She wasn't going to let Estrik take his time to answer, either... if he took too long, she was likely to just kill him or something.
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Post by demonfire on Mar 30, 2008 12:54:58 GMT -5
The answer was obvious for the boy; although, it sent some chills down his spine. For one, it seemed as if this thing was stalking him, and usually he would have made a sex joke concerning Eithne and old habits dying hard, but he never did enjoy talking about Croatoan that much. "Croatoan?" he whispered to the Eithne-copy. To Estrik, it seemed as if he had just uttered some taboo that would have some repercussions. It seemed that the child had actually grown more fearful of the demon while he was trying to 'combat' it, effectively destroying his intentions altogether. But, he he quickly regained his composure as Estrik had shown weakness, and being brave means that only you know that you're afraid.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 30, 2008 13:17:12 GMT -5
Eithne copy nodded and reached into her pocket, withdrawing some kind of object, a ring, actually. "One more riddle before you go... and you don't need to answer this one for me if you don't wish..." she handed the ring to Estrik, "An item lost to one, an item found to another, Magic that cannot be undone, just for you and for no other. To make tame a certain threat, that may loom about the school, upon her mark this ring you set, you shall find it an ever helpful tool." obviously the being knew what the ring was for, but it didn't expect Estrik to understand it any time soon- though perhaps he'd find it's purpose and use sometime sooner or later. It was just an amusing little thing to do, really more of a trick on the part of whatever this threat was.
The ring itself was magnificent, a dark purple gem surrounded with intricate carvings of symbols in some olden language that Estrik couldn't have possibly hoped to read. The ring itself was obviously old, looking like it might be two hundred years at the most- it was practically an artifact.
"You can proceed now if you want."
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Post by demonfire on Mar 30, 2008 13:41:59 GMT -5
"I'll make sure to answer that...later," Estrik said as he grabbed the enigmatic ring. He slipped it onto his left ring finger. Honestly, Estrik had no desire to answer that riddle any time soon, so he decided he'd just keep it in the back of his cluttered mind in the hope that somewhere he'd get some inspiration for the answer. But then again, the woman-thing had been impatient for the previous one, but not for this one. The seer had some gut-feeling that the ring was vital for the riddle, but he shrugged it off as he thought it was extra work that didn't necessarily have to be done.
Estrik walked past the doppelganger without a formal goodbye, instead, he just waved his left hand back to the shapeshifter, showing off his newfound bling bling. Like his strategy (if you could call it that) before, he made turns that didn't seem to make any sense and maybe one or two that did. The blind child of blindness as he had been dubbed was simply trying his luck and relying on gut urges and instincts to get him to the center of the maze.
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