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Post by Chipo-H0P3 on Oct 16, 2018 12:45:23 GMT -6
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As you place the object in your door, it settles into the hollow as if meant for it. For a moment, nothing happens. The god above the door stays as impassively stone as they had before and moments--were they minutes or just bare seconds--stretch past before someone’s teke reaches out to tentatively take the item back. Before they can do so, the seams of the door illuminate in a sudden, harsh light and the door swings heavily open. Beyond it, you can see a room, covered in strange, mystical markings. It seems to be an arcane laboratory, for some absent experimenter. Graceful frames rise from the marble countertops, looping silver branches that once entwined around slender beakers or held rows of glass tubes. Runes, faintly glowing with past imbuement, are etched into nearly every surface. While power was once held here, the person who wielded it is now long gone.
Across the room, you see a pair of doors and a carving of Digend between them. Behind you, the door you just opened, groans and edges its way across the opening, closing you in without the item you used to open it. It seals itself seamlessly with the wall. You don’t suppose there will be any going back.
A voice sounds.
DID YOU NOT RECOGNIZE MY WORKS OF CHANGE IN THE HAMMER?
Reality warps. The runes on the workstation contort into cruel faces and the side of the room that you entered through begins to melt into a smooth, metallic wall. Digend speaks again.
OR EVEN FIND MY REBELLION IN THE DAGGER? CHOOSE MORE CAREFULLY THIS TIME.
In hope, you turn to the pair of doors at the opposite end, inspecting them carefully. With the god’s caution, you know you cannot open both. However, the doors are plainly different. While both are made of well sanded wood--perhaps you even recognize the deep red of cherry wood that makes up their panels, each is adorned differently. On the left, you find shallow carvings at eye height, a set of six parallel vertical lines about four inches tall set into the door. On the right, you find a horizontal oval carved about six inches wide.
Choose wisely.
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Post by themarinianwar on Oct 16, 2018 19:46:21 GMT -6
So, her choice had been at least somewhat correct - yet not the popular one, so she had been outvoted and thus suffered the wrath of one of her lesser-known gods. Ghoti would be lying if she said she hadn’t just instantly lost patience with her fellows, glaring angrily at the rest of the horses within the room while assessing just how the rest reacted. Digend might not be her patron god, but something had drawn her to the deity like a moth to flame, and she wanted nothing more than to try and learn more about them while staying on their good side. And this? Was not letting her stay on their good side. Regardless, if they were going to die, or displease Digend, they would have to suffer as a team. She turned from the horses around her and strut towards the doors first, assessing the choices before them. Two doors. One material. Two engravings. Eyes roam the designs etched deep within the wood and study closely the possibilities of the meanings. Digend, the god of chaos. Perhaps a forgiving god, but what she had gleaned from the bonfire and those involved, definitely capable of incredibly terrible power. A god united, over all, versus the several who divided the peoples of the nations and kept them suffering under a cruel and unforgiving fate. Ask of me, and I will grant you one wish. Something like that was what the hedge witches had said, right? The wishes, granted… if only they traded their beliefs prior. Standing firm, the witch closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Digend. One who wanted all or nothing. Her head turned and she could feel herself walking, straying, swaying slightly as she want, nose in the air. As if drawn by… something beyond one of the doors. Most might call bullshit, but Ghoti didn’t care. There had to be something here screaming her name, something she could trust. Miss matched eyes opened and one could see the carving of the oval - the singular god - staring back into her soul. “A god of chaos, a god for one and all… All for one, or nothing at all.” She turned, staring at the others sternly and forcefully, though fully aware it was not her who could make them pick their doors. A hoof stomped firmly, loudly, (an old War-Forged habit, though this time not for greeting’s purpose, but to call attention to herself). Ears lift high, then swivel back as she snorts, making sure those before her know she means business as she speaks somewhat sternly. “I believe it is this door that will speak to us the truth. We cannot be divided, so we must be one to find the truth within these desolate caverns. I’ve made my choice. So, shall you?”
Post: 1 WC: 470
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Post by Coffie-Buzz on Oct 16, 2018 21:37:28 GMT -6
The young colt had been silent for nearly all of the first few minutes and even when he had said something, he doubted he had heard him.
Hearing Digend's voice sounding less than pleased made him a bit uneasy. Displeasing a God was never a good way to go about doing things. But the Orb had worked, so he guessed that the choice had been an acceptable one, even if it hadn't been the one the God would have preferred. He wasn't overly fond of Digend. The God's followers had brought him and others close to him nothing but un-necessary pain and suffering. If It hadn't been for his natural curiosity, Chirin would have turned around right then and there..... given he would have been able to leave the room.
The colt shook his mane, his entire body coated with heavy frost, giving the impression he had been in a snowstorm for hours. The effect was courtesy of his Frost Manipulation and was proving to be decent practice for the boy. The air around him was chilly and his breath could be seen in light puffs.
He examined the two doors carefully, listening to what the Hedge Witch had said. He considered her reasoning, and she had a point..... However.
The Oval door seemed a bit too safe. He took a step forward, projecting his voice so the adults would hear him, “Though you make a valid point, ma'am, I'm afraid I'll have to respectfully disagree,” he said.
“Ovals and Circles symbolically mean Unity and Safety. Digend is the God of Chaos, so I think picking the door that potentially symbolizes Safety would be the wrong choice. The other door has parallel lines, which make me think of dominoes. The Domino Effect is something that suggests that your choice affects the path you walk on in life, much like the Butterfly Effect, but a bit more straight forward and including the path of those around you. Knock over a domino and it takes the line with it. It's risky and there is never a promise that where it ends will be where you want. I think we should take a risk and hope for a reward. Nothing ventured nothing gained.”
He walked over to the door with the Lines which he was now dubbing the 'Domino Door',
“I pick this one.”392 words || post 1
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Post by galekxy on Oct 17, 2018 12:50:42 GMT -6
Sentinel Commander WC: 505 | Post 1 He stood waiting, seeing if anything would happen. And then, the door opened. Had they made the right choice? The room beyond was odd. Filled with objects that might not suit everyone's fancy. Beyond it all though, were yet more doors. Only two this time, instead of a door for each of the gods. Hyperion walked through the opened door, eyeing it skeptically. Once they were all through, it shut again, as if it had never been there in the first place. The commander guessed that they could only move forward now.
And then, a voice. It was a voice he did not recognize. It was certainly not Alya's- so Digend's then? Must be. He glanced around at the others in the room with him as he listened. Digend did not sound happy. Did the god mean they should have chosen the hammer then? It was too late for second choices, and at least they did not seem to be too terribly punished. No monsters emerged as Hyperion had thought they might.
He approached the two doors, looking at the symbols depicted on both. There would only be one choice. One one door, six vertical lines stood side by side. And the other, an oval. There didn't seem to be anything too spectacular about either, and so he listened to what the others had to say.
Two theories were brought up, and he felt he had to side with Ghoti over the younger Chirin. "I have heard murmurings of Digend- some more recent than others. I believe that she does not stand for the separation the herds and gods have. Yes, Digend is the god of chaos, but chaos would be uniting us all, not leaving things as they are in their current state."
He continued to investigate the doors. There was nothing but them, as everything else in the room had seemed to fade away. There seemed to be no hints of what could be the correct answer. The stallion even had a thought that they might have to choose both doors, as what makes better chaos than that? He wasn’t sure how much more they would have to do to get out, and if anything, Hyperion hoped it continued as it was, with no actual challenges. It would not be good for any of them to become injured in this puzzle. There was surely a medic among them, but not everything could be fixed. What if they made Digend so angry that she retaliated?
Stepping back, Hyperion made room for others to approach as well. “I believe we should go with the majority again, and even if we choose wrong then we hope for our safety. Without any clues to go off of, it makes it hard to know which is right and wrong.” He didn’t voice it, but he knew the line between right and wrong could be blurred also. There could be truth in things that were perceived as a lie, but he couldn’t see what might be the truth here.
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Post by Sargeant-Knoxx on Oct 19, 2018 0:17:31 GMT -6
|Synn - Resident Undead|------- Upon putting the orb within the orifice of the door, Synn had expected an immediate reaction. Perhaps seconds, or perhaps minutes seemed to stretch by and with a huff of frustration she went to pull the item from its place- that was, until the room trembled, light poured upon them, and the door opened with a stoney grating sound. Synn stepped forward with the group, passing through the threshold and standing in the middle of the room as others entered. It was then that a voice permeated- no, invaded, her thoughts. It made Synn start, jumping slightly at the sudden loudness that seem to resonate between her ears. The tone was disappointing, chastising the congregation at failing to realize the the fucking hammer of all things had been the true key. The ornate room had been riddled with runes before, and in the wake of the auditory apparition amidst them, the markings warped and shaped into cruel visages and snarls. It was eerie, but he absurdity of the situation had the mummified equine shaking her head.
CHOOSE MORE CAREFULLY THIS TIME.
Synn scoffed, the door had opened hadn't it? Regardless their supposedly poor life-choices. Fetching her flask from the wrappings that swathed her body, the ashen equine took another swig from the vessel before assessing the room. The way behind them seemed to dissolve into a sheet of ooze, leaving their only exit as one of the two carved doors opposite. The witchy horned woman that had spoken before, the one with the glassy eye, began speaking in tongues as they approached the door. Green eyes followed her, watching carefully. The drink was making it hard to wrap her mind around what was being said, especially when another child chose to speak up about the other door, rambling about dominoes and butterflies or something to that effect. "Let's just pick one shall we?" She glanced back at the winged ones, eyes falling on the scandalously dressed pegasus (Milo), "Anyone have a coin?" she asked. If this was a matter of fates and Godly power maybe a coin toss would lend them some insight.
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WC: 348
Notes: Mummy!Synn feeling attacked right now, just wants to be done.
I never said Synn was a good sport! She suggests a coin toss and looks to Milo to back her up, or ya know- give her a gold piece.
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Post by skylinator on Oct 19, 2018 17:24:58 GMT -6
S K Y E OF SERORA ......
Skye quietly watched the scene unfold, the wheels of her mind turning rapidly. What, in all of Hireath, was going on? The orb had caused the group to open a door, therefore proceeding in whatever sick challenge they were participating in. But Digend themselves had spoken to them, scolding their choice? It simply didn't make any sense to her. As did the next level of the challenge, which began to appear as the voice of the god faded away. Two doors stood independently on a wall before them- clearly, they were meant to be the only way out. One, with only six lines distinguishing it from the other- which had an oval etched into it's body. The red wood stood out from the stone interior of the room, emphasizing the fact that the equines were trapped- and this was their only route of escape. 'We must open one- but only one, the god of chaos is telling us.' Skye thought to herself, and the emotion taking up the most space in her mind was suprise- at the god of chaos requiring a choice to advance. How peculiar, anyways. She listened at different theories- a vote, the others expressing their own opinions (both hesitant and confident) and even a voice requesting a coin toss. Hmm. A coin toss. "A coin toss?" she inquired, entertaining the idea. It seemed like something the god of chaos would enjoy, anyways. "A vote didn't work last time. Maybe this time we leave the choice to fate- and whatever chaos follows? We can cross that bridge when we come to it." She continued, soft in her tone but confident in her words. She was, too- This would have to work.
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Post by mariahwhy on Oct 19, 2018 23:10:34 GMT -6
Ozzer
Ozzer breathed a sigh of relief as the door opened, and nothing came rushing out at them. The room didn't even rumble, and he felt good that they had made the right choice. But as they crossed the threshold into the other room the voice sounded again. Though the voice felt more like it was in his thoughts than in the room, he laid his ears back against the volume and tone of the message. So they had chosen wrong. Had they faced no consequences due to a merciful god, or was the continuation of this trap the consequence itself? The donkey walked through the room, more so allowing himself to be shuffled forward by his company then actually choosing to walk through the labratory setting. He looked at the beakers and tubes as they passed, very unfamiliar with such scientific equipment. He looked through the glass bottles, squinting in confusion. And the runes... Those were even more confusing. He couldn't help but wonder if they were the same as he had found in Argus' library, and on its corresponding key. That would make sense. Ancient runes on ancient godly items and places. Was it the gods' language? But the more he stared at the symbols the more confusing they became. Shape after shape. They soon became nothing that he could pay attention too - as if they were fading away in front of his very eyes. Or like the god of chaos wanted him to focus on somefthing else. The doors were in clear view after all. He stood back this time, choosing to observe from a distance. He had been wrong about the orb. He should have known better than to decide against a hedgewiths's vote. Digend. A sixth god - the god of chaos. There were six lines on the first door. All of equal length. One for each of the gods. But they were straight, and predictable. Hardly the picture of chaos. On the other door was an oval. Was a closed circle (or in this case, oval) not a picture of equality? Why would a god of chaos choose either equality or unity? But as he stood, his eyes came back to the second door. An oval. An oval, not a circle. Imperfect. Disorderly. An oval to enclose the six gods.... no. The equines of Hireath themselves. Ozzer remembered the first door. All the different creatures come together to make new ones. Perhaps a god of chaos could stand for unity in some round-about sense. "While I initially agreed with you," he finally spoke up and nodded at Chirin, "I think there may be more to the oval. The lines are all so predictable - certainly not chaotic. I don't know if this sixth god seeks equality, but given the engravings on the first door we encountered, they do seek a unified, mish-mash of equines. Perhaps the oval is meant to encompass the world in its entirety, every bit of its equines and chaos, unlike the lines which could represent each species and their corresponding god." His mind raced. He wasn't entirely worried about their choice, given the lack of consequences provided in this room, but he did not look forward to hearing anymore of that scolding were they to get it wrong. But with so few clues, and his lack of knowledge on Digend, he felt there was little certainty he could put behind his decisions. "I would pick the oval door, but a coin toss does sound... chaotic." He turned, and briefly dug through his saddlepack with his teke. Pulling out a small coin he passed it to the dapple grey. He would condone the activity, but did not want to actively toss it and possibly be linked to any trouble that came through the door in case of a wrong answer. (636 words)
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Post by sansatine on Oct 20, 2018 22:05:59 GMT -6
Wosil Wosil reeled as the god spoke. A sigh fell from his lungs and an "I told you we should have picked the hammer" sat on his lips, unspoken. As the other horses around him theorized, he stepped to the doors. Taking in an annoyed breath as he looked over the carvings, the stallion tried to theorize what each meant. It was all over his head. Ask him about weather patterns, or how to tie any kind of knot backwards, but history and lore? He never got a hoof on it. Another huff of irritation. "I say we choose the oval. I think a coin toss is reading too far into it. Digend wouldn't over think this. Well, maybe its- man I don't know." he was floundering. Unfamiliar conditions coupled with the god of chaos did not fare well for Wosil. "I say we chose the door with the oval carving. We chose the orb, and an oval is... orb shaped... kinda. It's the Digend thing to do." 169
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Post by mariahwhy on Oct 27, 2018 22:01:55 GMT -6
The group could not decide, and so it came down to a coin toss either way. Ozzer watched, tense, as the piece flipped through the air and landed on the cold floor. It rattled on the stone. It spun for a few seconds, before slowly settling to the floor. Heads up. The oval door. The instant it landed the corresponding door opened. The donkey had only a moment to wonder if he'd regret their choice before he was floated out into some sort of void. There was no true sensation of falling, nor impending doom of a quickly approaching floor. And yet he was still suddenly sick to his stomach. The lack of ground underneath his feet sent his heart pounding, a cold sweat sudden flooding through his body. He had come to rely so heavily on his tremor sense in the past years that no longer having any contact with the ground made him want to vomit. His eyes shut tight, and he tried to think of anything else but the air beneath his hooves. As soon as his hooves hit solid ground he lowered his head trying to regain equilibrium. He still couldn't feel anything through the ground with his blessing. He had not been able to since he found himself in this weird puzzle. But just the physical sensation of solid ground was enough for him for now. His legs shook, and he tried to not allow himself to fall to his knees as the voice spoke once more. Thank the gods they had picked the correct door. Who knew what would have happened had they not. How long would that fall have been? Even worse, it could have been shorter, with a much more abrupt ending... Suddenly a face appears before them. Ozzer takes a step back, recognizing the visage as that on the first door they had walked through. So this was Digend. It was a face like none he had ever seen, but the part that got to him the most was the lack of true eyes. The several they had seemed to blink and shift anytime Ozzer tried to focus on one. The donkey wanted to look away, but couldn't. Finally, the god decided to focus their attention on two similar paths. The paths were almost identical. But as they stood there a plaque sprouted below their hooves. Ozzer tilted his head to the side, studying the words that soon followed the plaques. Luck or corruption? And yet neither was wrong?
"I'd say luck," he said, this time completely confident in his answer. Corruption was always a bad thing. Right? There was simply no way, in good faith, that he could choose the such a path. Who knows what that might entail, and he was determined to get home to his son. Perhaps he'd do it as a lucky donkey, but he'd rather that than as a worse version of himself. He didn't particularly believe in luck either, but at least there were just as many, if not more, possibilities for a good outcome.
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Post by skylinator on Oct 28, 2018 8:05:57 GMT -6
S K Y E OF SERORA ......
The God who knew no boundaries should be proud of their method of decision. A coin toss? The god of chaos should eat that up. It was perfect for the chaotic situation they were in, anyways- They couldn't possibly add any more chaos to the mix. These thoughts ran through Skye's mind- just as the ground gave way to their hooves- and all Skye knew was Chaos. For minutes. Hours. Years.
And finally, as if nothing had happened, the stone slowly connected to their hooves once more. Skye's hooves stood strong for a moment, before they gave way to the sudden sensation of gravity. The god boomed into her ears,
IT SEEMS YOU KNOW ME AFTER ALL TO RECOGNIZE MY REBIRTH AND PRIMACY. HAVE SOME PEACE ON YOUR JOURNEY. and she squeezed her eyes as tight as she possibly could. Whatever was about to happen, she needed the peace. She slowly cracked open one clay-red eye, peeking at the walls around them. While the harsh blacks of the shadows faded around the group, she could only focus on the walls closing in. Closer. Closer. Closer. She could barely focus, and she caught none of the God's next words. Hours seemed to pass before she opened both eyes once more, fearful for what she would see. The group was gathered closely around what seemed to be two openings to the room- Finally! 'No more of this hell of a game,' Skye thought to herself, hoisting her tall body to a generic stance. She should be helping out with the next task, or even escaping herself if possible.
She forced her legs forward, one step at a time. She was still recovering from whatever that was, the damn game Digend was playing. She stopped at the outskirts of the group, as she needed to go no further to read over the heads of the others. She read the signs labeling the two routes-
LUCK. CORRUPTION.
Skye was stumped. That much, she could admit.
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Post by Mad-Manx on Dec 3, 2018 17:05:11 GMT -6
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