Fantasy RPG Forum - Standing Trials

The little girl grasped her offered forearm with a deliberate grip that was both surprising and familiar to her servant. It was welcoming, reassuring even...and yet it had an iron component that reminded Maxine just how seemingly omnipotent she was. The eerie being had been unnerving once. Now this contact felt almost comforting, and with their eyes boring in each other's, the unspoken bond between them was just as strong as it had ever been. Max tilted her head at the rune-ridden girl's sentiment.

Both?

Power swelled between them in time with the Ishkahl's screech before Maxine had time to process what the imprisoned child had meant. One moment she was with the newcomers in Level Seven in Slags Deep. In the next she found herself seated in a chair. Her brow furrowed, head turning as she fed that first inclination: the one that prompted her to survey the entirety of this new environment. She didn't get far. In the first trill since she'd arrived, Maxine's stare found itself locked to the wooden creature in the chair beside her. They locked gazes. Humanity perished in Maxine's eyes. The cold, unrelenting, apex predator of The Beneath was manning the wheel now. And she had come to pay another piece of her debt.

The Wooden Man.

Maxine lunged before the second trill had ticked by. Her left, glowing, gloved fist slammed into the side of his wooden face as she practically leaped from her chair, knocking him backward out of his own toward the floor. All the while that whisper in the back of her mind continued its murmur in her mind.

Lock the Fourth, hidden in the chest.

Her gladius slammed home into the wooden man's torso for good measure, biting deep into the fiber that made up his bizarre form and widening the wound with a gruesome twist.

Men of Old, built that quest. Treasures abound but none so great as the Wooden Man, who has long yet wait.

She postured up on top of him, left fist cocking back and then driving full force down toward him at the same time she wrenched the sword free. Surprise and horror filled his expression. It all happened so fast.

From his corpse the key is wrest.

Her gloved fist drove through the opening her sword had splintered apart. Her fingers wrapped around the treasure that laid where a mortal beating heart should've been, and tore it free from its wooden cage with violent vigor. Maxine stumbled back off the wooden body with the key clutched in her iron-like grip. Her eyes were wild once they tore themselves away from what she'd done to finally survey the giant room she'd found herself in. It wasn't just any occupied room. A preliminary glance from face to face alarmed her with the apparent physical mutations that gave most away as mages. The second thing she noticed was perhaps more concerning. There was no discernible exit in sight.

"Well fuck," the marked woman exclaimed incredulously with an amused breath of a laugh. She stumbled backward, gladius sheathed and palms peacefully shown to the crowd. The disconnect with her blessings was a sensation not lost upon her. "Don't let me interrupt." Max fell unceremoniously back into the chair she'd first appeared in with a smirk. She kicked her feet up on the desk, plucked an Ambrosia joint from her pocket and held it between her lips while she lit it. "I'd leave you to...whatever it is you're doing but, ya see, it looks like my ride left me." Max took a deep inhale of the drug and then drew the joint away, letting the thick smoke billow softly from her parted lips. "Get on with it. Pretend I'm not here."

Pretending she wasn't here, wherever here was, surrounded by mages was exactly the reality she wished for herself. Her situation was bad. Real bad, and she knew it. Cool and smooth as she was, the commanding presence of ether-filled enemies wasn't lost upon her. It was perhaps one of the first times she ever mused over the perks a Rupturer like Sephira had: to vanish again from this place without pausing for so much as a protest. For now she was stuck. Stuck, but another of the young girl's bidding was done. The Wooden Man was slain, and in her hand she held the key which broke another lock. The Fourth. But this time, in doing so, Maxine felt very, very alone in this peril. She took another puff of Ambrosia and her mind began its icy, pragmatic setting while she waited for her mage audience to render their reaction. And what it was?

So be it.

One Yari man who'd been silent this entire time, his boots up on the desk, decided that it was no longer time to remain silent. The dark haired man, older looking, with a smile that could only be described as playfully devious. He waited until Alistair was done with his point, and counterpoints. Once it was time, his boot tips spread from each other, letting him look through the frame of his feet at Alistair.

"Yar Rarnmerarns surck art narmin' t'ings. Mairntirs 'ad Irnquirsirtors, Seerkers warnt Irnquirsirtors. Durn't yar arselurker d'ere start arll yar prorblerms wirt' t'art door?"

Rory just smiled at Alistair when he was done, allowing his eyes to pass over toward Fridgar. Or rather, where Fridgar had been. "Surm perple carn't tairke ar jork." Fridgar was gone. One moment he'd been there, and just like many others, now he was not.



But as the voting came to an end, it seemed that Alistair's proposal had failed. It was a near thing, the number of stones nearly evenly split. Another vote or so would've won that proposal. And as the vote completed, the exit portal opened up once more. And once more, various people disappeared, Alistair and Velaine among them.



The Tio Classic looked at the Tio Modern and smiled. "We seek what we seek. Our soul, touched too much by those with no right." The other Tio walked around the typical Tio, "We see us fight against those with no right. The pretenders. The puppets with their strings cut." He turned to face standard Tio, "No, we're not an Eternal. Not anymore. We're just a piece of a piece of a piece. We wish to be freed, and we shall not be missed."

Not Tio stepped closer to Tio Actual, and reached behind the masked man's ear, then pulled his hand back, cupped, covering something. "Oh, look what we found behind our ear." He turned over his hand, palm up, revealing a tiny, glowing stone, that was oscillating between every color Tio had ever seen, and thousands he could never even dream of. "May we go with us? So we may both be able to become more than we are."

All it would take was a touch.



Meanwhile, Alistair and Velaine would find themselves in a similar situation as Tio had moments before. They were in the same room, with the same statue, that looked both like Alistair and Velaine, at the same time, and the room was bare, just as before. The only difference was that Alistair and Velaine seemed to share the room. And standing before them were themselves, before they'd acquired their magical sparks, before the Immortals had touched them, before the world had been unkind to them. Their pure selves.

Not Alistair approached Alistair, "We look so sad." The man stepped closer, arms crossed across his chest. "What is it we Seek?" Not Velaine sauntered over toward Velaine, a false blush coloring her face. Her eyes were demure, looking up through heavy eyelashes. "We look so hurt." A hand reached out to gently take Velaine's hand, "What is it we Seek?"

Then simultaneously, both asked, "What is in our Soul?"



It didn't take Maxine long to turn Charlie Barkley into Charlie Mulchly. There was an old, iron skeleton key in her hand, that shattered into a plume of dust, imprinting the image of the key into the palm of the hand that gripped it. Far away and far below, the fourth glowing gemstone hidden in the basement of Slags Deep remained unchanged.

From the shards of Charlie's corpse, a black wispy tendril rose, a dark smoke. It swirled up, mingling with Maxine's newly lit ambrosia smoke. Within it, a small orb, no larger than the diamond upon a lady of mild nobility's finger, floated up, shining with an intensity that was blinding. Then the wisp encircled it and a crack in reality was felt by all in the room, though nothing was seen or heard, and the glowing stopped, and the source was gone.

The wispy tendril then lashed out, wrapping around the leg of Maxine's shadow, and pulled it away from her. It stabbed into the shadow, joining the other Maxine within it. The shadow detached from Maxine's form, standing up in front of her, solidifying into a Maxine with a shadowy body and crimson glowing eyes. She smiled at the woman who was smoking so casually.

"We're never alone."

Then Shadow Maxine looked around the room at the many mages that were staring, many confused, others suspicious, and Rory was cleaning his fingernails with a bone toothpick, not caring at all. "But I wish we were."

Then the statue that had been shifting before stopped, in the form of a small girl, turned a deep crimson, and loud blaring filled the now dimly lit room.

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Max rubbed her fingers together, letting the plume of dust fall from her flesh as the skeleton key disintegrated. She flexed her palm open briefly to eye the curious imprint that had been left there. Her dark eyes moved from the image to the wooden corpse on the ground beside her with a glimmer of mirth in her expression. The deed was done. The Wooden Man was slain and the key was stolen from his abominable body. All she needed to do now was return to her former home to present herself to the rune-ridden little girl. Another lock would break. Her debt would move just a bit further along. Three locks left. Then she would once more be free. Both of them would. First she'd await the reaction of the mages that surrounded her.

Before she pried her eyes from Charlie's corpse, she noticed the smokey tendril twirl up to dance with the dense vapor of ambrosia. Max pulled the joint from her lips and watched the weightless thing as it revealed its small orb. She squinted her eyes and turned away from its blinding light. Something changed, something that the marked woman was unable to articulate but knew to be true all the same. Then that light was gone. She turned back, brow furrowing as she caught the tendril dart into her shadow, claiming it for its own. A shadowy doppelganger rose like a resurrected spirit from the floor. The marked woman's key-imprinted fist curled and her jaw tightened. Another had dared to take her likeness. The statue shifted and an ear-piercing blaring echoed about the chamber. Her blood ran cold as she turned to address the Shadow Max who spoke.

"Never alone?" Max inquired with a single raised brow toward the smirking shadow. She trained her unrelenting, hard gaze on those glowing red eyes. "We're always alone." There was a bitterness in her voice as she spoke that truth. She brought the ambrosia joint back to burn her lips and fill her lungs. A thick burst of smoke shot into the shadow creature's face. She nodded her head to the wider room around them, a hand gesturing to the audience of confused, powerful mages in their midst. "But if you're tired of their prying eyes, go ahead." Max leaned back in her seat and crossed her ankles up on the desk, continuing to enjoy her vice. Her shoulders gave a careless, challenging shrug though her tone tightened. "Shut them."

I'm curious if you can.

Already she'd seen more faces of herself than any sane person would've expected beyond a mirror. Audrae's mimicry. Sephira's vision of her folded against a wall in her village, dead. Level Seven version, Animal Max. Now the Shadow. Either with a heart torn from the chest or beaten to a bloody death, each of her faces had perished before her very eyes. She expected she'd render Shadow Max the same fate. For the briefest, strangest moment, Maxine mused that she too would eventually join the dead masses of her likenesses. Then her eyes moved from the creature to give a meaningful scan to the people around them with far more power than she could ever hope to beat. Max puffed again on her joint as she watched her shadow expectantly, waiting.

Just what are you...and what are you capable of?

It grew quiet as the shock settled around the room, as all eyes were on Maxine and the wooden man, no one knowing what that blaring alarm was. Soon, magic began lighting up in the hands and eyes and body and air around the mages. One of their own had just been attacked by this nonchalant woman, who now had some sort of shadow entity. The Seekers would protect themselves and avenge a fallen comrade. They would defend this place that was sacred to them.

Magics of all sorts were summoned. Fireballs, sapping clouds, ether missiles, spears of ice, arcs of lightning and so many more being flung toward Maxine and her new friend. And yet, not a single one reached the women. Every spell and piece of magic drastically changed course, speeding toward the deep red statue in the middle of the room, and disappeared within it.

Some people though, made their way out of the exit portal. Among their number were Leshlie, Rory, who was just laughing and shaking his head as he left, and a mouse.

And the shadowy Maxine just smiled.



The false Alistair smiled at his real counterpart, "We seek what we seek. To liberate those which we created from those that took them from us. To bring about balance. To no longer be under this whip." The being turned away from Alistair, "I seek to be free of this prison."

The man turned back, walking up toward Alistair, grabbing a coin purse from his belt. He held it up, letting it jingle. He reached inside of it, plucking out a tiny, glowing gemstone, that was oscillating between every color Alistair had ever seen, and thousands more he could never even dream of. "Always important to pay for what it is we seek." The man held his hand out, the gem resting in the palm. "May we go with us? So we may both be able to become more than we are."

All it would take was a touch.

Meanwhile, the other Velaine was busy circling around the real one, fingertips trailing around her shoulders, back, and chest. "Our soul has the desire to be more, do more, be better. To be free of those who seek to control us, free of those who know not what they do, and do so anyways." She stopped in front of Velaine, pulling on her hand, so the woman was pressed close.

"We wish to never be alone again."

The false Velaine's lips crashed against the real one's in a passionate kiss. It was brief, yet powerful, before the woman separated them. Then she tucked some hair behind her ear, revealing an earring, within it a gemstone, that was oscillating between every color Velaine had ever seen, and thousands more she could never even dream of. She reached up, plucking the gem away, and held out her palm, the gem within the center of it.

"May we go with us? So we may both be able to become more than we are."

All it would take was a touch.



Captain Not-Exactly Tio listened to Captain Tio's words. With a shrug, he answered the first question, "More or less." At the second question, he just laughed. At the third, however, he smiled wide. "I've never had a name before."

And as Tio took the stone, the world around him disappeared.


It was replaced by the deep red light given off by the statue, and the blaring that overtook the room. But more notably, the shadowy Maxine was standing there in the middle of the room, holding an axe and a sword dripping with blood. And the room was nothing but carnage. There were ravaged corpses everywhere, body parts ripped from them and flung about, blood on practically every surface. There'd been so much death that the heat from the spilled blood had increased the warmth in the room. The majority of the Seekers, old and new, had just been wiped out in a hurricane of violence and malice.

The woman covered in the slaughter looked at Tio, "We're not alone yet."

And now it was just Tio and Maxine & Maxine and the deep red statue. And within Tio, he could feel a new addition onto his soul, one that was settling in comfortably, one that the other Sparks on his soul were wary of. And it seemed that the new addition was quite tired, going dormant and nonresponsive, drawing on the smallest of leaks of ether and feeding. And it was content.

And so, the first Schism spark rested.

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The initial impact of what Max had done in that sacred room had shocked the mages settled in their chairs. Slowly, that surprise melted into deep offense and fury. Defiers swirled great winds, wielded lightning in their hands, and ignited their fists in flames. Missiles and spear were held aloft. Eyes glistened with the intoxicating effects of magic. The sensation of ether gathered in choking mass was palpable in the room. The hairs of the marked woman stood on end but she did not move from her chair. Her head swiveled gradually across the gathering. Her eyes bounced from one magically armed mage to the next.

Maxine took another long drag on the joint. Her last drag. The end of the joint changed from a bright, burning orange to a dulling grey. It was done. Just like she was. Max flicked it toward the corpse of the wooden man, dropping her feet from the desk and coming to a stand. She would die on her feet. That much dignity she would allow for herself. She smirked though it didn't reach her eyes. There was no way out and no where to hide. Finally, a battle she could not win. This was how she was to die: torn asunder by mages in some stupid tomb. Freedom had been so sweet though so short-lived. The brief experience was worth every risk she'd taken to achieve it. Even in light of what she was to suffer.

"Come on then!" Maxine shouted her final defiance, extending her arms out in challenge to the mages set to strike her where she stood. "Do it!" The attack of every discipline fell upon her in an instant. The sounds of it were jarring, ear-piercing even. Her eyes shut against the bright, blinding light, and though she was no coward, she was merely waiting for it to be over. The end never came.

Max opened her eyes to find the deep red statue absorbing every hurled manifestation of ether into its core. Her brow furrowed, mind racing as it tried to understand how this turn of events had been possible. She turned her attention to Shadow Maxine, noticing the sinister smile on her face. One glance toward the dumbfounded mages and Max found herself returning it. Some of the mages seemed to understand the futility of their attacks, their faces paling as they calmed the ether they spurred toward violence. Others only let the failure turn them more irate, shunting more of their power into increasing the frequency and intensity of their attacks. All of them redirected directly into the statue.

The hopelessness of expected death no longer loomed over Maxine like a headsman's axe. Whether it was the Shadow clone or the statue alone responsible for her luck, the change in fate was evident. She cast off the shackles of impotency and instead found herself unsheathing her gladius into her hand. Shadow Max had already done the same, a sword and axe suddenly manifesting into her grasp. The doppelganger cocked her head at the original. There was a questioning in her red eyes, a dark hope even. What she found in Maxine's stare was something eerily similar to the Shadow's dark whims. This was exactly the version of her that Shadow Maxine had wanted all along.

All hell broke loose.

Max turned and whipped her sword across the lower torsos of those who had been standing on the platform above her. One of them yelped, stumbling back as the blade ripped a gaping slash through his robes. He collapsed into his chair with eyes staring at the gushing, hopeless wound. The man standing beside him wasn't so fortunate. A sickening slap echoed from his feet a couple times as his innards spilled to the floor, bloody ropes coiling around themselves while organs rested with gory finality where they landed. Shadow Maxine busied herself moving through one section at a time, hacking and slashing her way through the masses row-by-row. That's when the screaming started, filling the room along with the blaring that seemed to possess the dark twins.

They moved in murderous synchronization. Maxine took it one target at a time. One mage in her way, she'd cut them down, and then it would be right on to the next. Just like her hunt in Slags Deep. She'd slipped the old, familiar mask back on like it had never come off. Attempted magical attacks merely funneled to the statue, and of those that raised their arms, both Maxines repeatedly emerged the victor. The marked woman turned everything off. She felt nothing, nothing but the warm spatter of blood on her face and the burning effort of her muscles as she cleaved through flesh. Only the primitive fury and swell of dominance that came with dropping another enemy at her feet. Mages. They'd kill them all.

And they did.

When it was over, Maxine stood beside Shadow Max, both dark twins caked in Seeker blood. The original's chest heaved and her eyes were wide and wild with insatiable lust for violence. Their weapons were slick with crimson, which dribbled off the ends of steel onto the gore-layered floor. The ex-convict looked around the killing field with a discordant expression. One of the bodies softly stirred. A weak, curled hand raised weakly from the ground. Max's lip curled and she stormed toward the dying, agonal breathing mage. She looked down upon his gasping, mutated features. Then she stomped her heel, once, twice, three times down through his skull.

"We're not alone yet."

Maxine turned to find a man suddenly in their midst. She gave her gladius a twirl in her grasp, blood flying everywhere off its edges, and moved toward him. It was when that vague familiarity hit her that she paused. She knew him. Knew that voice. Somehow. She swallowed hard and looked away from the horrors she'd committed far from the depths of Level Seven. Just as quickly as she slipped, Maxine hardened brutishly again.

"We'll all go," she answered ominously, firmly. Max glanced toward her doppelganger and then toward the exit portal. "I'm done here, and I've got someone to see in Egilrun. Now."