GaldorXII
Dalayan Beginner
"You've trained hard and long, become like the wind and the water, but your soul is troubled dear monk. Your inner being is not at rest, and before I can finish your training as a member of the Crimson Order you will be required to calm your body, soul, and mind."
Master Kolan's feet shifted as he moved across the Newport docks and examined Milosa. His face was gentle but still hardened by the winds of time and the actual Winds of Dalaya.
"But Master Kolan! I've more than provened my strength and valor in fighting and training. Hell, I even rid your grounds of an intruder that sought to discard of the Order. You must finish my training!"
The young face of the monk was riddled with hatred and pain.
Though the Monk Master knew that Milosa had lost her family and friends to the last wave of Lizard-men that were attempting to invade, it left no excuse for her to continue to let her soul be filled with such foul energies.
Kolan had been training Milosa for two years and he'd be damned if he'd let her gain the Order's ordain without being one with her own being. As powerful as she was, and as hard as she tried to show her devotion to the Order, Milosa was still a loose cannon. She'd inherited certain abilities from her blood line that not even she knew, and Kolan was only barely able sense them in her aura.
She was not safe to let go yet.
"Milosa, I can't express how much gratitude that the guild would show because of your devotion. But right now, you are not ready to be made a Crimson Monk. I'm sorry"
Milosa's face contorted and her hands shimmered briefly before she slammed them into the hard wood of the docks, sending splinters flying in all directions.
"You and your damned order can go to hell! I spent two years training and working my ass off for what? Nothing!"
"Dear, I understand your discomfort-"
"My discomfort!? No, this is not discomfort, this is rage!"
Milosa had contained the urge for as long as she could, until now. A fist came barreling through the winds of the docks at Master Kolan's chest. Milosa's fist was closed so tightly that the flesh on her palm was beginning to bleed.
Kolan simply slid his body to the side and countered with a blow that crippled Milosa for a moment, sending her falling off the edge of the docks and into the water.
"Guards! She needs attention!"
As the Newport Guardsmen ran closer Master Kolan stepped aside and began heading back to the guild.
"Consider this an expulsion....."
The water was cold and dark, the feeling of sinking was clinging to Milosa more and more every second, and her body felt like a thousand stones.
Nothing was going to save her this time, not her parents, not the Order, and not the gods. She was meant to die here.....
)( Enter the Scenario of The Dream zone here,she defeats the Challenge, the Sorceress, and decides to gain more power and benefits by giving the gift to the Thug but with this change............ )(
As Milosa entered the temple of her inner mind, only two figures stood in the center.
It was her mother and the god... Sivyana, The Dark Mistress.
"Your time hasn't come child, you're destiny is only beginning."
"Mom?"
"Your mother was one of the few that inherited the powers of my followers, and so... now, you have same abilities"
"I don't understand?"
"You, Milosa have gained the powers and the abilities of not only your family but from the many blessings I've given you throughout your life. And when you the time comes, you'll gain additional signets from your bloodlines. Once the time comes, the powers within your body will start to come out and you will have to master them, just as The Order tried to master you. Fight them if you wish, but the Signs of power will bring you death if you do not follow them."
"Then what?"
"That is for you to figure out. Your mother is awaiting you to free her soul from the Signs, so she may rest in peace. Until then, you will only gain the Signs when I see fit."
"But...I.."
"Enough talk. You are the chosen, and you are destined to bring Chaos and Darkness to those who stand in your way, but first you must prove yourself worthy. For only if you devote your entire being to me, will you become the one thing you truly wish to become, a powerful, and indestructible instrument of death."
"I am ready..."
"Then the time is now!"
Sivyana waves her silk threaded hand and several illusions begin to appear, all take the form of Milosa's former guild mates from The Crimson Order.
"Destroy them all and I shall reward you with unlimited power! Now, FIGHT!"
The illusions speed forward. Ulaks, clubs, and hammers flailing around as the illusionary monks close in on Milosa.
"Then I shall once again, prove myself worthy of belonging! Signet of Power!"
Milosa's eye glaze over as a signet symbol appears in front of her, the symbol explodes and is absorbed by the human's body.
Seconds later a blood red aura begins to appear around Milosa's arms, her fists glowing brightly as she slams her knuckles into the ground, sending a fault towards one of the illusions, swallowing it whole in the massive mouth of earth.
A monk whirlwinds around, bringing the back of a hammer to Milosa's head. She catches the hammer by the hilt and snaps it with ease, sending the broken end into the monk's abdomen.
Milosa's fist glows again as she projects an open palm attack into the chest of the next monk, sending a pulse of fire into the body of the illusion, leaving them lifeless.
Another monk weapon, this time a staff, shifts through the air and lands in the small of Milosa's back, sending her to her knees.
"Come on honey! If you lose, you will die in this dream, and outside of it!"
Milosa's mother's words echoed throughout the young girl's head followed by a scream as the female monk draws on her body's energy to spin herself around, landing a hard foot into the side of a monk's head.
A swift motion brings Milosa back on her feet, and another calls upon another signet. Milosa's body shines with a dark light as the signet cascades from her head to her feet.
"I'll not be defeated by mere puppets! Signet of Rage!"
The darkened light soon drains from the girl's body and explodes outwards, draining color from Milosa's body with each illusion it hit.
The wave of power slam through several illusions, clearing the area of the foes and leaving Milosa in a slump on the ground.
"You've proven yourself, as well as you've proven your ability to control the signets that your bloodline possesses. You're worthy, and you shall live. But heed my warning now, you decide to turn on me, and I'll have your soul tortured for eternity!"
Coughing and breathing heavily Milosa whispers," I understand."
)( Back to real life.... this is just seconds after being crippled and falling into the waters)(
The darkness returns as the feeling of cold water rush over Milosa.
Air escaped from her mouth as she yelps in surprise, and surges her body to the surface.
Two rather porkly guards are rushing to the water, and Milosa spots the Monk Master walking away.
" You, and you're order will pay," Milosa mummers under her lips as she swats the two fat guard's hands away from her, climbing out of the water on her own, without their help.
Milosa returns to the northern area of Newport, and gains lodging in the inn just across the walkway from the tavern.... She seeks now to bring her destiny with Sivyana into view and hopefully get alittle revenge on the Crimson order in the process.
Master Kolan's feet shifted as he moved across the Newport docks and examined Milosa. His face was gentle but still hardened by the winds of time and the actual Winds of Dalaya.
"But Master Kolan! I've more than provened my strength and valor in fighting and training. Hell, I even rid your grounds of an intruder that sought to discard of the Order. You must finish my training!"
The young face of the monk was riddled with hatred and pain.
Though the Monk Master knew that Milosa had lost her family and friends to the last wave of Lizard-men that were attempting to invade, it left no excuse for her to continue to let her soul be filled with such foul energies.
Kolan had been training Milosa for two years and he'd be damned if he'd let her gain the Order's ordain without being one with her own being. As powerful as she was, and as hard as she tried to show her devotion to the Order, Milosa was still a loose cannon. She'd inherited certain abilities from her blood line that not even she knew, and Kolan was only barely able sense them in her aura.
She was not safe to let go yet.
"Milosa, I can't express how much gratitude that the guild would show because of your devotion. But right now, you are not ready to be made a Crimson Monk. I'm sorry"
Milosa's face contorted and her hands shimmered briefly before she slammed them into the hard wood of the docks, sending splinters flying in all directions.
"You and your damned order can go to hell! I spent two years training and working my ass off for what? Nothing!"
"Dear, I understand your discomfort-"
"My discomfort!? No, this is not discomfort, this is rage!"
Milosa had contained the urge for as long as she could, until now. A fist came barreling through the winds of the docks at Master Kolan's chest. Milosa's fist was closed so tightly that the flesh on her palm was beginning to bleed.
Kolan simply slid his body to the side and countered with a blow that crippled Milosa for a moment, sending her falling off the edge of the docks and into the water.
"Guards! She needs attention!"
As the Newport Guardsmen ran closer Master Kolan stepped aside and began heading back to the guild.
"Consider this an expulsion....."
The water was cold and dark, the feeling of sinking was clinging to Milosa more and more every second, and her body felt like a thousand stones.
Nothing was going to save her this time, not her parents, not the Order, and not the gods. She was meant to die here.....
)( Enter the Scenario of The Dream zone here,she defeats the Challenge, the Sorceress, and decides to gain more power and benefits by giving the gift to the Thug but with this change............ )(
As Milosa entered the temple of her inner mind, only two figures stood in the center.
It was her mother and the god... Sivyana, The Dark Mistress.
"Your time hasn't come child, you're destiny is only beginning."
"Mom?"
"Your mother was one of the few that inherited the powers of my followers, and so... now, you have same abilities"
"I don't understand?"
"You, Milosa have gained the powers and the abilities of not only your family but from the many blessings I've given you throughout your life. And when you the time comes, you'll gain additional signets from your bloodlines. Once the time comes, the powers within your body will start to come out and you will have to master them, just as The Order tried to master you. Fight them if you wish, but the Signs of power will bring you death if you do not follow them."
"Then what?"
"That is for you to figure out. Your mother is awaiting you to free her soul from the Signs, so she may rest in peace. Until then, you will only gain the Signs when I see fit."
"But...I.."
"Enough talk. You are the chosen, and you are destined to bring Chaos and Darkness to those who stand in your way, but first you must prove yourself worthy. For only if you devote your entire being to me, will you become the one thing you truly wish to become, a powerful, and indestructible instrument of death."
"I am ready..."
"Then the time is now!"
Sivyana waves her silk threaded hand and several illusions begin to appear, all take the form of Milosa's former guild mates from The Crimson Order.
"Destroy them all and I shall reward you with unlimited power! Now, FIGHT!"
The illusions speed forward. Ulaks, clubs, and hammers flailing around as the illusionary monks close in on Milosa.
"Then I shall once again, prove myself worthy of belonging! Signet of Power!"
Milosa's eye glaze over as a signet symbol appears in front of her, the symbol explodes and is absorbed by the human's body.
Seconds later a blood red aura begins to appear around Milosa's arms, her fists glowing brightly as she slams her knuckles into the ground, sending a fault towards one of the illusions, swallowing it whole in the massive mouth of earth.
A monk whirlwinds around, bringing the back of a hammer to Milosa's head. She catches the hammer by the hilt and snaps it with ease, sending the broken end into the monk's abdomen.
Milosa's fist glows again as she projects an open palm attack into the chest of the next monk, sending a pulse of fire into the body of the illusion, leaving them lifeless.
Another monk weapon, this time a staff, shifts through the air and lands in the small of Milosa's back, sending her to her knees.
"Come on honey! If you lose, you will die in this dream, and outside of it!"
Milosa's mother's words echoed throughout the young girl's head followed by a scream as the female monk draws on her body's energy to spin herself around, landing a hard foot into the side of a monk's head.
A swift motion brings Milosa back on her feet, and another calls upon another signet. Milosa's body shines with a dark light as the signet cascades from her head to her feet.
"I'll not be defeated by mere puppets! Signet of Rage!"
The darkened light soon drains from the girl's body and explodes outwards, draining color from Milosa's body with each illusion it hit.
The wave of power slam through several illusions, clearing the area of the foes and leaving Milosa in a slump on the ground.
"You've proven yourself, as well as you've proven your ability to control the signets that your bloodline possesses. You're worthy, and you shall live. But heed my warning now, you decide to turn on me, and I'll have your soul tortured for eternity!"
Coughing and breathing heavily Milosa whispers," I understand."
)( Back to real life.... this is just seconds after being crippled and falling into the waters)(
The darkness returns as the feeling of cold water rush over Milosa.
Air escaped from her mouth as she yelps in surprise, and surges her body to the surface.
Two rather porkly guards are rushing to the water, and Milosa spots the Monk Master walking away.
" You, and you're order will pay," Milosa mummers under her lips as she swats the two fat guard's hands away from her, climbing out of the water on her own, without their help.
Milosa returns to the northern area of Newport, and gains lodging in the inn just across the walkway from the tavern.... She seeks now to bring her destiny with Sivyana into view and hopefully get alittle revenge on the Crimson order in the process.