Revelations on Zvoltz's Whereabouts

MaligornMaligorn WindborneMember Posts: 3,035 Transcendent
edited June 2015 in Event Scrolls
(out of left field, waiting for my flight at the airport, chatting. I know I throw a lot of IC shade and even some OOC shade on you @Mysrai but this was a pleasant and awesome surprise)

Reality blurs between ephemeral paradigms as Mysrai emerges from thin air.

Mysrai points a massive wand studded with cold diamonds and void-black stars at you.

You tilt your head curiously.

Mysrai's eyes gleam, stars shifting swiftly within the Void-black orbs.

You say, "The Doom of the Spires, hmm?"

Mysrai, Doom of Spires intones, "MHA SZI AA."

You say, "What I wonder is if you mean Zvoltz's city or these, here."

Mysrai, Doom of Spires intones, "RHO SZA MHAAAA."

You have emoted: Maligorn's ears flatten.

He is a radiant immortal and less a star-shaped, skin-made figure and more a statue. Abstract, smooth lines of lightless black suggest arms and a torso that float together, joined by soft-glowing motes of coppery energies in the empty spaces. Strange mantras trace over the forearms of the God, graven deep into the surface. The face is alien in its places, the cheekbones both too smooth and too pointed for any known race. Within the pits of the sockets, the eyes are black and empty, save for the faint, frail lights of a handful of stars. Only by the suggestion of a smooth, broad chest is the gender expressed: this Aspect is arguably male. He is wearing aubergine robes of contorted voidcopper filigree, a reforged crown of gleaming voidcopper and a votary icon of the Void.

Mysrai gestures with the wand, outlining a vast circle. Coppery energies trail from the diamonds, and strange energies alight within.

Glancing at the circle, you say, "I do not believe I understand."

Mysrai taps you on the head with the wand, pressing down slightly.

Mysrai, Doom of Spires intones, "DZAAAAAAAAAAAA."

You have emoted: Maligorn ducks away from the wand, backing up sharpishly.

Mysrai, Doom of Spires intones, "SZA III SZAAA IKIL ARR RHA."

Mysrai gazes upon you with black-shimmering eyes. Cold pinpricks of light and whirling constellations sparkle with Mysrai's eyes as they regard you with unnerving, unseeing focus.

You say, "I do not appreciate Your touch."

Mysrai glides forwards, feet limply brushing the ground as He floats towards you.

Warningly, Mysrai, Doom of Spires intones, "RHAAAAAA."

Mysrai extends the wand once more, His eyes glowing with strange, alien stars.

Frown deepening, you say, "Oh, very well. Do it."

Mysrai sketches a Seal in midair - the Seal of Justice, and points with one unnaturally elongated finger at it.

Mysrai, Doom of Spires intones, "DZAAAAAAA."

Mysrai, Doom of Spires intones, "III MHA NIIII."

Leaning forward, you say, "Yes, Lord Zvoltz...you have information?"

Mysrai, Doom of Spires intones, "IKIL ARR RHA ZVAA."

(Hallifax): You say, "Mysrai is, is trying to communicate something. I think we need to head to the Seal of Justice."

(Hallifax): Pejat says, "Understood."

Mysrai shakes His vast, stony head slowly.

(Hallifax): Tremula says, "Any clue as to Their desire?"

(Hallifax): You say, "Well."

Mysrai, Doom of Spires intones, "MHA RHO III IKIL ARR HA."

Mysrai's eyes gleam, stars shifting swiftly within the Void-black orbs.

Mysrai, Doom of Spires intones, "DZAAAAAAAA."

A droning buzz fills the empty interior of the God as He floats, utterly still, above the pavement.

You say, "I see. We will redouble our efforts to free Lord Zvoltz. I have a representative heading there now."

Mysrai, Doom of Spires intones, "IKIL ARR HA."

You scratch your head in confusion.

Crossing his arms defensively, you ask, "Is that what You want?"

Mysrai's eyes gleam, stars shifting swiftly within the Void-black orbs.

Mysrai flickers around the edges, His form becoming vague and dreamlike.

You say, "Even You feel the void the Stormfather leaves behind, I suppose."

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Comments

  • TremulaTremula Banished Quasiroyal Member Posts: 2,645 Transcendent
    Of course I had to offer you a handkerchief. Blood gushing everywhere, you were making a mess!

    (and then you waved it away how rude)
                          * * * WRACK AND ROLL AND DEATH AND PAIN * * *
                                         * * * LET'S FEEL THE FEAR OF DEATH AGAIN * * *
              * * * WE'LL KILL AND SLAUGHTER, EAT THE SLAIN * * *
      * * * IN RAVAGING WE'LL ENTERTAIN * * *

    Ixion tells you, "// I don't think anyone else had a clue, amazing form."
  • CyndarinCyndarin used Flamethrower! It was super effective. Member Posts: 4,508 Transcendent
    Am I the only one who made it through the entire first post with no idea how anyone got "zvoltz" out of all of that gibberish
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  • ArdmoreArdmore Member Posts: 509 Fabled
    No you are not.
  • MaligornMaligorn Windborne Member Posts: 3,035 Transcendent
    Generally, the only time Mysrai comes to harass visit Hallifaxians to solicit them about Zvoltz. This isn't the first time!

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  • LavinyaLavinya Queen of Snark AustraliaMember Posts: 3,479 Transcendent
    Man, if this is a precursor to Zvoltz being found and saved and returned to us I am so beyond excited. Zvoltz! Zvoltz! Zvoltz!



  • DaraiusDaraius Shevat The juror's taco spotMember Posts: 4,777 Transcendent
    I'd put money on it if I were a betting man. Waiting for Elostian's reemergence from the Collective, too.  [-O<
    I used to make cakes.

    Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
  • PersayisPersayis Member Posts: 50 Capable
    Amateurs! :D IKLARA! They were being rather plain about it. image

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    Mysrai strokes the decapitated head of Persayis tenderly.

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    Mysrai Thrice-Crowned intones, "DZA NA III."

    You say, "Dzaa."

    You nod your head emphatically.

    Mysrai nods solemnly.

    Mysrai gives you a peck on the cheek.

    Reality solidifies, mending itself into a single paradigm as Mysrai departs.


  • PersayisPersayis Member Posts: 50 Capable
    Meanwhile in Hallifax

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    Mysrai strokes the decapitated head of Persayis tenderly.

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    Mysrai Thrice-Crowned intones, "DZA NA III."

    You say, "Dzaa."

    You nod your head emphatically.

    Mysrai nods solemnly.

    Mysrai gives you a peck on the cheek.

    Reality solidifies, mending itself into a single paradigm as Mysrai departs.


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