Ancient Power. (Oblivion Alliance)

OOC: This is going to be the longest OA quest yet, so don't join if you can't be in it for the long haul. This will likely end with upgrades (If ok with mods).

BIC: Gorin knew that something wasn't quite right. Grasthos' notes usually centered on his personnal experiances, as well as things he has discovered about souls.

The late death dealer had no time for superstition. He created Echo Side for heck's sake! Gorin still didn't know why he made Echo Side, but didn't really care.

The thing that surprised him in this note was the mention of a series of tasks that was reported to grant people power. Some had recieved weapons, some knowledge, some powers.

It seemed that Grasthos had planned on taking the journey himself, before his untimely death at the hands of his first succesful echo. Oh well, better that Gorin do so than that greedy fool.

"Each temple requires that it's guardian be defeated by a different warrior." he read. This part was going to be easy.

"Jeorrod!" he hollered. A domerri appeared at his side. This one was the same one that he used to spy on students of the Dome.

"Yes sir?" he asked. The domerri was sick of carrying out Gorin's errands, which usually involved delivering letters and information to various hooligans. At least, the Jeorrod considered them hooligans.

Gorin jotted down several short letters, then sealed them in different envelopes. He double checked to make sure they were sealed properly.

He had recently discovered a sealing spell from Grasthos' notes. It was only good for making it so that only certain people could open letters, so he never used it in combat.

"Give these to those addressed on the envelopes. Make sure you tell them to meet me here, and bring Frank if they don't know the way."

The domerri winced. Frank, the imp with a cloning ability, was the one who usually showed people the way to where Gorin was waiting if they didn't know the location. The imp was very cheeky, especially to Jeorrod.

"Yes sir." the domerri said. At once the supernatural being melted into the floor.

OOC: Just make up the letters. They don't all have to be the same.

I have arrived, don't worry about a thing, fellow comrades! I will save you!
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Isis was sitting in a small log cabin, grasiously taken in by an old couple that were convinsed that she was wearing a costume and was insane. The goddess sighed, looking out the window. How long had it been since her last battle? The angelic figure picked up her sheath, heavy with the massive blade, and slung it over her back. "Thanks for the meal!" she called, as the old man half laughed and half coughed. She rolled her eyes and walked out.

A dommerri had appeared, holding a note and looking sour. "Here you are. It's from master Gorin." The goddess took the note and said thank you. The dommerri looked positivly pleased, no-one ever said thank you! Isis opened the note, and read the words that were printed in dark red ink.

Originally Posted by Letter

To Isis:
Hello. I have need of your assistance for a new quest, a search for unmountable power. Should you accept, you will get a share of this power, and any treasure we find along the way.

Best regards,
~Gorin

Isis put one hand on her hip and stared. "This is easily the most formal letter yet." The goddess extended her wings and flew off into the night.

The old man saw this and nearly had a heart attack.

*Arrives missing an eye, two fingers, and a couple of limbs* Power Shot took Shrub's ruler *puff* and beat me with it. I *wheeze* can hardly type now *choke* but, I'll try. *collapse* (See OoC Thread to find out why.)

IC: Poof! Gorin's familiar Domerii appeared in front of Latio in a puff of smoke, and handed him a letter, with a strange decorative seal holding it shut. "For Major Latio" the ghost said rather cheerfully. It seemed to like Latio for some reason, as if it'd developed a personallity, unlike the rest of it's kind.

"Major Latio?" Latio queried, as he ran his fingertips along the bumps on the page. "Who makes these? Does Gorin 'write' the braille himself?"

"No sir. I translate it, sir" the domerii, apparantly named Jeorrod, prepared to deliver the rest of the invitations. After Latio finished reading the letter, it burned up in a dark-purple flame, and the ashes seemed to dissipate once they touched the ground.

"Great power? Gorin has enough already, but I guess it could be fun. I better get a teleportation power though, I'm tired of walking everywhere." the foxfolk chuckled as he walked towards the designated location, reaching it in a couple of hours

"Hello Gorin."

OoC: Ah, wonderful, now there's an excuse(kinda) for the massive power Mirorin's going to come to soon(probably "won't be allowed on ZU" powerful. I could show everyone though once it's on RPC, my site)

BiC: Something non-human was there.

Hostility? ... No.

What was it? ... Unknown.

A familiar presence, Gorin, perhaps? No, but something that had been in close contact with Gorin and the rest of the Oblivions recently. Mirorin stood, opening his eyes as he moved carefully out of the bed and into his clothing. Saoryou slept soundly on the oppisite side. She still doesn't know about them... I should really tell her...

The Echo's Domerri, whom Mirorin picked out ot be named Jeorrod, walked the rest of the way to the Elemental's humble cottage.

"Master Gorin has requested your presence, it's explained in the letter." Jeorrod said officiously.

Mirorin took offense, "Wonderful attitude Mr. Jeorrod, I would applaud you but I don't believe that you would live long enough to enjoy it. I have my letter, off with you now, I'll have no business with Domerri like yourself, tell "Master Gorin" that for me."

General Mirorin,

I am pleased to announce a journey for power I'm very sure you will be quite interested in. There is great power involved, as well as weapons, and knowledge. Apologies about the brief nature of this letter, but please come if you are interested.

regards, Gorin

"Well, I would be a liar if I said my interest wasn't the slightest bit piqued. I suppose I'm off, but perhaps I should send a letter of my own..."

OoC: Mikey knows what that's about, I prefer to keep it secret for now but if anyone must know then ask him.

Gorin stood outside of his new home, the late Grasthos' lab. A portal in one of the rooms led to his room in the Dome, but only so that he could get in and out of the Dome quickly.

Latio had been first to arrive. Gorin was mumbling to himself when the foxfolk showed up. "Damn Encorna. Better not be planning on doing something to her."

"Hello Gorin." came Latio's voice. Gorin almost jumped in surprise, something that was rather amusing considering the fact that Gorin was one of the most powerful beings in existence.

"Oh, hi Latio. I'll wait to tell you what's up until Isis and Mirrorin get here. I sent letters to the others, but I'm not sure if Jeorrod even knows where they are." replied the Oblivion Master.

Soon the beating of wings echoed throughout the barren landscape. The godess known only as Isis floated down to Latio and Gorin.

"Hello Gorin, Latio." said Isis. She folded her wings and stood before the warriors with her arms crossed.

"Hello Isis. Seeing as Mirrorin loves late entrances, and has a reason to be a little late this time, I suppose we better be off."

A carriage pulled by four horses rode up. The driver was none other than Frank, the cheeky imp with cloning powers.

"Hey's there Gorin! Goin somewhere are ya? Well then hop on!" he yelled. Gorin, Latio, and Isis got into the carriage. Gorin had already told Frank the first stop, so the transport vehicle set off instantly.

OOC: Have them stop at a temple. I can take it from there for a moment, then back to you guys.

OoC: I don't have to be late with Mirorin, Reizin will be late though... (I named him, the bio's almost done)

OOC: Err, sorry about that. Just have an IC post with Mirrorin catching up to them.

He he he... time for my other character to come into the Alliance...
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The group pretty much rode without discussion for a while, until Isis finally broke the silence. It was like glass breaking. "Uh... Gorin? I found someone with a lot of potential along my independant journeys, and I asked him if he might come with us..." Gorin sighed. "Sure, let's meet him." A ripping sound sound from the canvas up top was heard, followed by a shadowy boy hitting the floor. "Yo." it said, getting up.

"Who the hell are you?" Gorin asked, also getting up. "I'm Erebus. I'm the guy Isis was talking about." Short, skinny and obviously a heavy drinker. Gorin looked at Isis, then back at Erebus, then back at Isis for several seconds. Then he shrugged and sat back down. "It's his funeral." The boy cracked a grin across the left side of his face and sat down. He pulled out earphones and started to bob his head almost as soon as he had put them in.

I, Link, you have spy cameras in my house. 'Cept for the bio, the drinking, the height and martial arts stuff Erebus is the perfect incarnation of me, even the personality (sorta). Oh, and I don't have glasses, though I might need some.

*Reserved unless General COTA wants to post, I'll write it at school*

EDIT: Nevermind, we're at a temple already

OoC:I might add that Reizin is almost complete, but I'm putting an extensive amount of work into this character, so it might be a few days before I can even post him, let alone get him approved.

Here is the post that I've been working so hard on(actually, I've been more engrossed in finishing Reizin, and haven't been working on this as hard)

BiC: After the commotion caused by Erebus was over. Latio questioned Gorin about the actual quest.

"What are we actually doing? You didn't provide us with much information pertaining to the actual activites we'll be engaging in."

"I'm not sure of much of it myself, what I do know is that a different one of us has to defeat the guardians of multiple temples, and-"

"We're here!" Frank yelled back.

"I'll explain more later, let us get headed towards that temple." The Echo said, standing.

As the group began to leave the carriage, a sillhouette stepped out of the shadows.

"If you'd have waited five minutes, I'd have ridden with you. Instead I've been freezing my ass off waiting for you to get here."

To Latio Scaptur:

DUDE. I made Erebus to be exactly like me. Except, there's no alcohol. Everthing else is totally me. In real life. Seriously.

OOC: Keep the OOC posts to a minimum guys. I have ducktape you know!

BIC: Gorin smiled. Mirrorin usually loved late entrances, but that didn't seem the case this time.

"And I thought you loved late entrances." Gorin said sarcastically. Mirrorin was dripping wet, it had apparently been raining.

The temple was in the middle of a large clearing. The ground was soft from recent rain, and the air smelled of pine trees. The full moon peeked through the sky.

"There's no stars. That's strange." commented Gorin. Erebus was still bobbing his head to the music being played by his strange device.

"We're here." said Isis. The boy didn't show any signs of noticing, as his eyes were closed and he was still bobbing his head to the music.

"I said we're here." the godess repeated, slightly louder this time. The boy was still bobbing his head to the music. Gorin yanked the earphones off of Erebus' head.

"What was that for?" he asked. He then noticed that they were standing in front of a large stone temple. "Oh."

Gorin turned to Mirrorin and had a hushed conversation with his dear friend. The Oblivion Master told him about the temples and Erebus, then the two conversed on who they thought should fight the first temple's guardian.

The echo finally turned to Erebus, who was being scolded by Isis for embarressing her in front of Gorin.

"You'll be the one to go into this temple. It's quite simple really. Kill the temple guardian, take the relic, and come back here."

OOC: You can describe the inside of the temple, the temple guardian, and the relic.

OoC: I almost made a comment about the OoC: posts myself, but that would be ironically stupid. It isn't now because I have another point for this post. I've noticed something you guys do so I must say: Despire popular opinion, Mirorin only has two r's in his name.

M-I-R-O-R-I-N

Which is something I need to clarify for clarity's sake itself.

No harm done, just try to be more careful guys.

Oh God. This is going to be stupid...
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"Cool. See ya in a bit."

Erebus walked into the temple and wrinkled his nose at the smell of mildew and fermented feces. "Oh God..." he said, waving his hand. The boy soon got used to the smell and put his earphones back in. "There's a little girl I know, you might now her too... She looks so good, woahoh, she looks so cute, standing next to you..." he said, keeping up with his song.

(10 cool points to anyone who knows who made that song.)

In the midst of listening to his favorite soundtracks, Erebus didn't realize that there was a giant spider slowly creeping up with him. "Here comes the BOOM!" he yelled, singing along with another song. The boy pulled out his knife and started swinging it wildly with each "BOOM" The spider stood up on only it's back four legs, preparing for the death blow. "BOOM!" he flung the knife on accident, and it went straight into the heart of the beast. It fell over dead on the spot.

Erebus opened his eyes in shock, and even took out his earphones. After a few seconds, our hero regained his calm and pulled out the knife, wiping it clean of green blood on his communist jacket. A treasure chest seemed to appear from nowhere, and Erebus knew that there must be gold or something...

He opened the chest like Young Link would a large chest from OOT, all mysterious and slow. "What the heck? A sword?" he yelled. Suddenly, his head hurt like never before. The boy dropped the blade and staggered back, and a flashback similar in quality to a 1920's black-and-white movie rushed through his head

A scream.

The noise that a knife makes when it slashes a throat.

A crying, sobbing woman.

Then darkness.

"What's taking so long?" Gorin yelled. They had been waiting for several hours now. "You said he had potential!" Isis was completly stoic. The echo was beside himself.

A rustling of leaves.

A boy emerging from the bushes.

"Finally, what took..." the oblivion master cut off. Erebus' eyes were filled with tears, and he was taking short, stuttering breaths. "Guys... I saw my mom." he said, then broke into tears. No-one besides Isis seemed to notice the blade now hung on his back, with letters emblazened in gold in an ancient language only she could understand.

"The Moonwave Sword" it read.