I'll post tomorrow morning. Had rehearsal until about 8 every night this week, and now I will have time to put something together.
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Pardon me, @Eklispe , this is my fault because I could have made it more clear. Everything that Moritz saw was through the portal into the Void. The Portal showed a distorted reality like a mirror... Kind of an alternate universe, if that helps? But one where everything is seen as that own person's worst nightmare. For some people who looked through the portal they could see a family member murdered, or a giant spider heading towards them, or anything that would frighten and shock the individual.
The portal is more of a window into that world, the events that transpired in it didn't occur in the world that the party is in.
The portal is more of a window into that world, the events that transpired in it didn't occur in the world that the party is in.
Who will be our 200th post?
@twannyman I would, but I don't think it would fit with my character as of this moment. Other characters would likely present a better opportunity.
@twannyman I would, but I don't think it would fit with my character as of this moment. Other characters would likely present a better opportunity.
@Leolycan @rivaan @Kiroue @TheWinchester4 @Eklispe @Zelosse @DFA
"That's why we're on the lookout for those from the Shadow Isles or Noxians."
Moritz stepped forward at this next part, opening his mouth with his hands digging into his pockets. What about those from the Void? But the words didn't come out. Instead he said "Well, I am not sure how much help some of us will be. I mean, I will try my best." Moritz looked over at Raze, recalling the rumbling voice that replied to his own. "This is not something that is the chance of the life-time. It's not something that you can use to save the world." He looked back at Liam. "This is our lives now. While I do agree that we need something to fight whoever uses their powers against the people who have none, how can we be sure that the people in this room are in their right mind?" I am not sure that I even am. The words started to form, but it was as if a door slammed shut, preventing the sentence from being more than a thought. Moritz paused for a moment. "Besides, there are powers aside from the ones that our champions use. Don't the champions pick a few to use in the Fields of Justice? As far as I know, my champion can stop people from moving, open portals, and summon voidlings."
At this he looked back at the Voidling that perished in the fight. It lay on its back, curled as if like a suffocated spider, its carapace shining in the room light. Moritz moved towards the crumpled form, placing his hands on both sides. The Voidling disintegrated, and in it's place a small portal opened on the ground, with a new Voidling squeezing through feverishly. It exited with a small Skree! and steadied itself on the floor. The portal the Voidling emerged from rapidly began to close, and any observer watching it close would see nothing except for a few dull shapes and purple fumes mixing into the blackness. But not for Moritz.
Moritz could see sharply into the Void, witnessing in stark detail each and every horror that dwell within. It was as if a mirror lay on the ground, but where each object in the room should be there was a Lovecraftian distortion in its place. The walls were pitch black with a dull purple glow, with symbols that looked as if they were carved into the crystal with a jagged knife, elementary yet haunting geometric drawings that were scattered without sense and created with no order. Moritz ripped his eyes from the walls to the ceiling of the building in the reflection and felt his body convulse in horror.
There on the ceiling was Moritz. Except his body was splayed like a parody of Christ, with chains crossing over his torso, digging deep into his skin to the point that it appeared to merge with the flesh. His arms and legs were lined with spikes that were deeply embedded into his limbs and into the ceiling. Moritz's head hung down with his hair matted with blood. Snaking outside of his mouth and through his cheeks was barbed wire, pulling his lips and cheeks back to show his blood-covered teeth that dripped down onto the floor. In the place of his eyes were jagged stakes that plunged through the sockets and out through the back of his head.
Wonderful, isn't it, Moritz?
The lips in the image, Moritz's lips, moved to form the words around the wire in the same voice that had spoken to Raze, but this time it did not boom forcefully, banging on each crevasse of Moritz's skull. Instead it was rasping and sharp, like a jagged stone scraping on a chalkboard. Your fate cannot be avoided, Moritz Valiero. Suddenly, the corpse on the ceiling was severed, falling towards the floor, towards the portal. The portal snapped shut, the last image seen being the face of the corpse.
With a scream, Moritz scrambled away from the floor where the portal was and where everything had transpired. He stopped moving when his back hit the wall, afterwards drawing his knees close to his torso and burying his face within, his arms wrapped around his chest and stomach.
"That's why we're on the lookout for those from the Shadow Isles or Noxians."
Moritz stepped forward at this next part, opening his mouth with his hands digging into his pockets. What about those from the Void? But the words didn't come out. Instead he said "Well, I am not sure how much help some of us will be. I mean, I will try my best." Moritz looked over at Raze, recalling the rumbling voice that replied to his own. "This is not something that is the chance of the life-time. It's not something that you can use to save the world." He looked back at Liam. "This is our lives now. While I do agree that we need something to fight whoever uses their powers against the people who have none, how can we be sure that the people in this room are in their right mind?" I am not sure that I even am. The words started to form, but it was as if a door slammed shut, preventing the sentence from being more than a thought. Moritz paused for a moment. "Besides, there are powers aside from the ones that our champions use. Don't the champions pick a few to use in the Fields of Justice? As far as I know, my champion can stop people from moving, open portals, and summon voidlings."
At this he looked back at the Voidling that perished in the fight. It lay on its back, curled as if like a suffocated spider, its carapace shining in the room light. Moritz moved towards the crumpled form, placing his hands on both sides. The Voidling disintegrated, and in it's place a small portal opened on the ground, with a new Voidling squeezing through feverishly. It exited with a small Skree! and steadied itself on the floor. The portal the Voidling emerged from rapidly began to close, and any observer watching it close would see nothing except for a few dull shapes and purple fumes mixing into the blackness. But not for Moritz.
Moritz could see sharply into the Void, witnessing in stark detail each and every horror that dwell within. It was as if a mirror lay on the ground, but where each object in the room should be there was a Lovecraftian distortion in its place. The walls were pitch black with a dull purple glow, with symbols that looked as if they were carved into the crystal with a jagged knife, elementary yet haunting geometric drawings that were scattered without sense and created with no order. Moritz ripped his eyes from the walls to the ceiling of the building in the reflection and felt his body convulse in horror.
There on the ceiling was Moritz. Except his body was splayed like a parody of Christ, with chains crossing over his torso, digging deep into his skin to the point that it appeared to merge with the flesh. His arms and legs were lined with spikes that were deeply embedded into his limbs and into the ceiling. Moritz's head hung down with his hair matted with blood. Snaking outside of his mouth and through his cheeks was barbed wire, pulling his lips and cheeks back to show his blood-covered teeth that dripped down onto the floor. In the place of his eyes were jagged stakes that plunged through the sockets and out through the back of his head.
Wonderful, isn't it, Moritz?
The lips in the image, Moritz's lips, moved to form the words around the wire in the same voice that had spoken to Raze, but this time it did not boom forcefully, banging on each crevasse of Moritz's skull. Instead it was rasping and sharp, like a jagged stone scraping on a chalkboard. Your fate cannot be avoided, Moritz Valiero. Suddenly, the corpse on the ceiling was severed, falling towards the floor, towards the portal. The portal snapped shut, the last image seen being the face of the corpse.
With a scream, Moritz scrambled away from the floor where the portal was and where everything had transpired. He stopped moving when his back hit the wall, afterwards drawing his knees close to his torso and burying his face within, his arms wrapped around his chest and stomach.
Moritz's attention snapped to the scale-covered woman surrounded in flames. Immediately after he realized just how close he was to said flames. "Shit!" Moritz exclaimed before running towards the wall, passing the armored woman running the opposite direction. He looked back, perplexed, but then saw the all-too-familiar blow that she was preparing. Garen. All of the pieces started to connect. The woman wrapped in flames was obviously Shyvana, and the ball of ice was probably Lissandra- Moritz made a quick glance at the elevator, seeing the vibrant icy wings - make that Anivia. And Hecarim- He looked back at the figure on the ground, then cursed under his breath. Running back towards his previous adversary and closer to the flames Moritz moved to pulled him away from the burning heat and towards the wall.
@TheWinchester4 ((and anyone else there.))
@TheWinchester4 ((and anyone else there.))
How did that happen?
We meet again, Hecarim.
The voice that resonated through his head surprised Moritz. It echoed several times, reflecting off every corner of his mind, an enticing echo after the initial response. He had never heard it before, and today was weird enough with all of these sudden and new powers that came to him. The fact that the voice spoke was almost enough to break his concentration, but the response of the second voice completely caught him off guard.
Malzahar...you dwell inside a pitiful mortal as well. That will not stop me from crushing your skull with my hands!
Malzahar? Was that the voice that he was hearing, or did the voices just recognize the power? Doubt crept into his mind, each thought having a contradiction the second it occurred. Each idea was swallowed as if he had spoken underwater, completely engulfed by the endless echoes of the rebuttals and the initial voice in his head. It was maddening. The reverberations just didn't stop, each one seeming to double with each repetition until it filled his while being with horrid voice.
THWACK
The voices in Moritz' head went quiet as a sphere of ice smacked against the head of the man across from him. His originally composed body was shaking like a leaf, and his limbs felt like they were trapped in sludge. He then became aware that the movement in his backpack was desperate and frantic, and behind him he could hear fabric tearing. As Moritz tried to step back he saw the man clench his fist and throw a punch that evolved into an abomination of a gauntlet midway.
"SKREEE!"
The Voidling sliced through the backpack with a triumphant cheer before reacting instantly, digging it's needled legs into Moritz's shoulder before it jumped in front of the disfigured metal. A loud crack was heard as the exoskeleton of the Voidling shattered, sending the Void-spawn flying against the wall in a crumpled heap.
Moritz's legs could finally move, and he took that moment to disengage himself and get away from the gauntleted figure. He thought of just what that gauntlet would do to him, not breaking eye contact from the hand of his adversary. Then, the glove dissipated and Moritz relaxed, his body and voice still shaking from the enormity of what just took place.
"... truce?"
The voice that resonated through his head surprised Moritz. It echoed several times, reflecting off every corner of his mind, an enticing echo after the initial response. He had never heard it before, and today was weird enough with all of these sudden and new powers that came to him. The fact that the voice spoke was almost enough to break his concentration, but the response of the second voice completely caught him off guard.
Malzahar...you dwell inside a pitiful mortal as well. That will not stop me from crushing your skull with my hands!
Malzahar? Was that the voice that he was hearing, or did the voices just recognize the power? Doubt crept into his mind, each thought having a contradiction the second it occurred. Each idea was swallowed as if he had spoken underwater, completely engulfed by the endless echoes of the rebuttals and the initial voice in his head. It was maddening. The reverberations just didn't stop, each one seeming to double with each repetition until it filled his while being with horrid voice.
THWACK
The voices in Moritz' head went quiet as a sphere of ice smacked against the head of the man across from him. His originally composed body was shaking like a leaf, and his limbs felt like they were trapped in sludge. He then became aware that the movement in his backpack was desperate and frantic, and behind him he could hear fabric tearing. As Moritz tried to step back he saw the man clench his fist and throw a punch that evolved into an abomination of a gauntlet midway.
"SKREEE!"
The Voidling sliced through the backpack with a triumphant cheer before reacting instantly, digging it's needled legs into Moritz's shoulder before it jumped in front of the disfigured metal. A loud crack was heard as the exoskeleton of the Voidling shattered, sending the Void-spawn flying against the wall in a crumpled heap.
Moritz's legs could finally move, and he took that moment to disengage himself and get away from the gauntleted figure. He thought of just what that gauntlet would do to him, not breaking eye contact from the hand of his adversary. Then, the glove dissipated and Moritz relaxed, his body and voice still shaking from the enormity of what just took place.
"... truce?"
... *Cough* Totally just realized I have been using the wrong name. Going back and editing my paragraph before responding.
@TheWinchester4
@TheWinchester4
@Universorum True! Looking forward to the rework. They are asking player advice for what to/not to change.
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