[Power Shot] Mazrath's Training.

OoC: Well here is my first assignment.




Mazrath sat alone in the not so quiet forest. He allowed his keen ears to absorb the sounds around him; the silent bubbling of a creek, the endless music of chirping birds, the soft breeze rustling the leaves around him. In the distance he could hear a wolf nearby along with the sounds of new born pups. These were the sounds of the Darkwood Forest, a symphony of wonders.

Mazrath was sitting on an old tree stump; it was his favorite place where he could listen to the symphony. Not even the King’s finest composers could craft a work such as the one heard in the Darkwood Forest. Then something new appeared to the mixture of the ear pleasing sounds. In the not so far distance, he heard something he would never be able to explain.

It was as if some great magical force were calling his name. Curious, Mazrath stretched out and then ran his hand through his shoulder length black hair. It had been a long time since his curiosity had taken control over him.

Slowly Mazrath began to walk south towards the source of the calling. In the distance, he could hear the growls of a mother wolf. Paying no attention to this; he continued to walk south. Then something spectacular happened. The vast forest that is the Darkwoods ended.

Mazrath had been near the center of the forest; an easy three day walk in any one direction to leave the forest. Mazrath’s first instincts told him to unsheathe his blades; yet his body refused him.

"Be not afraid," a deep voice echoed through out Mazrath’s mind. "The forest you claim home is perfectly safe"

Mazrath snapped out of the trance. Looming ahead of him was a vast dome shaped structure. Crafted from a stone he could not identify. The vast structure towered over everything. Surrounding the Dome was a desert wasteland that extended as far as he could see. Standing behind Mazrath was his home the Darkwoods Forest.

As he stepped into the wasteland he felt powerful magic vibrations. It felt like the air itself was slowly vibrating. Then he could feel another sensation. It felt like he had entered a dimension that was not his. This was an experience Mazrath was reluctant to remember; however this was different. Unlike his unpleasant venture into the Realm of Shadows, this had a peaceful and friendly feeling to it.

A violent flash of light and an exploding sound came from behind Mazrath. Instincts told him to turn around and so he did. The Darkwoods forest had vanished. Instead of his home he could only see Wasteland stretching on for miles. Regaining a bit of himself, a smirk found its familiar place on his lips.

"This could prove to be a challenge…" Mazrath whispered. He then slowly made his way towards the dome pondering what he had managed to get himself into this time.




OoC: The ‘Voice’ Mazrath hears is not the teacher.

Odd. You've chosen to go to a wasteland instead of the Dome. This could be very interesting. A little more description couldn't hurt, but other then that this isn't too bad.

Assignment Time!

As Mazrath heads into the Wasteland, what does he see? Is it warm, or is it cold? Describe his feelings as he wanders through this Wasteland, and prepare for the worst. The voice will compel you to come forward, though it threatens you as well, for it tells you to search for a place called the Dome. Venture forward, and find the Dome within this Wasteland.

The object of this lesson will be to try and delve into your character's emotions. 1,000 words minimum, please.

Well technically the dome is infront of him. Then again... is it? *shrugs* Alright I will get on this soon.

Think mirages. You're in a wasteland, after all!

Assignment 2:

Mazrath continued to stare at the Dome in front of him. Slowly he began to walk towards it. For an hour he walked on and all the while something was bothering him, it felt like… Mazrath gasped. He could not feel a thing. It was as if all his senses disappeared all except his sight.

Slowly and steadily Mazrath began to walk on. Something was wrong, he could smell nothing, taste nothing, and he couldn’t even tell if he was walking. Curious he reached into his forest green cloak and pulled out a small sheathed dagger. Unsheathing it he ran a long slender finger over its blade. Nothing. He could not feel whether it had a cool edge or not.

Taking the dagger in his right hand he placed the sharp edge across a finger. He hesitated and before he lost his nerve sliced his finger open. He expected to feel the sharp edge slice his skin, but it never came. He examined his finger and blade to determine whether or not he actually cut himself. Sure enough the crimson color of blood stained the blade and his finger had a clean, shallow cut.

Nothing. What ever this place was it was void of any feeling.

Mazrath lifted his head from his cut and looked towards the dome only to see nothing but a waste land. The dome structure had vanished leaving Mazrath alone and scared. For the first time in a long time Mazrath felt alone and terrified; that in itself scared the young Night Elf. All Mazrath wanted to do was leave this place and returns home.

The sun was high in the sky; but it did not matter. He could not feel its warmth. Would he ever feel anything again? Mazrath thought bitterly. Looking to any direction only revealed the same thing, a flat wasteland. There were no mountains or hills in the distance. No sign of the dome structure.

"Welcome," The voice rang out of nowhere. Mazrath could not tell if he heard the voice aloud or from within his head.
"Who are you!" Mazrath shouted in anger, the only thing that he seemed capable of feeling. The only response was a small chuckling noise. Then just as fast as the voice appeared it was gone.

Anger flooded through out the normally calm night elf. There was no sign of any form of life. Whatever or whoever brought him here was toying with him. In any direction there was just nothing. He could feel nothing but the boiling anger within him.

Mazrath stood their for a long time while his left boot dug a small hole in the dry, cracked soil. The area reminded him of a desert. Only in this desert there was nothing but the sky and ground. The further he traveled meant nothing.

"Why?" Mazrath shouted into the sky. "What kind of demon would do this?"
"Well they say that everyone has their own demons…" The voiced chuckled. "Interesting how you chose that to describe me…"

Suddenly Mazrath’s instincts told him to unsheathe his twin scimitars; something he took seriously. To often it was his instincts that saved his life. His movements were incredibly fast, if anyone was watching, his swords would have seemed to just have appeared within his hands. He stood like that for several minutes. Nothing happened excepted the laughing of the voice.

"Impressive," the voice said, "I want you to search for what is known as the Dome within this wasteland."
"Why should I do anything you say?" Mazrath was quick to say.
"Well… you have no choice in the matter." The voice laughed, "To fail at this would mean your death." For some reason Mazrath pictured the voice shrugging.
"What do you mean by this?" Mazrath asked, fearing the answer.
"You will either die of two ways. One will be you starving in this wasteland. The second would be my own weapon making you into its next sheathe!" At this the voice went into a hysterical laugh causing Mazrath to flinch. Awhile later Mazrath almost laughed; the always stoic astari flinching at a threat?

Hours seemed to pass as he began his search for the dome. There was nothing. There were no signs of life and he could not see any form of raised land. He couldn’t even feel anything. That is except the anger and fear. Then in the distance he saw something that brought a new emotion into the mixture; that of joy. In the distance he could see palm trees; an oasis? Mazrath dared to hope.

Running at top speed Mazrath could see the Oasis getting larger and larger. The sight of this sent all doubts and worries out of his mind and replaced by sheer joy. After what seemed like a lifetime, Mazrath was able to place his hand on a palm tree that seemed impossibly tall. The oasis had seven large palm trees circling a pool of water. All around the pool's edge were white stone blocks.

Without a second thought Mazrath stripped out of his armor and clothing and jumped into the water. What happened next was not what he had hoped. Although he was indeed in the water, he couldn’t feel it. He stretched out his arm and began to move it back and forth, causing small waves. He couldn’t feel it. Just like everything else in this damned wasteland.

"Look! He has lost his mind!" the voice laughed. "He believes he is swimming, how cute!"
Mazrath quickly looked around. He was standing in the middle of a desert like area, naked. "Damn you!" Mazrath shouted angrily.
"What you mad about? You are the one naked pretending to swim!" The voice snapped back, "You should be searching for the dome! Who knew someone could fall for such a cliché? I mean really? Have you not read the fairy-tale ‘The Artonian Bard?’

Mazrath recognized the title; it was a story from his childhood. The story was about a clumsy bard who traveled the Artonian desert; often singing aloud in a crazed manner. More than once the bard had fallen deserts most evil traps the mirage. Still how could this voice know of this? Could this mean that it too was from his world? Mazrath pondered all this as he began to put on his armor.

As he continued to walk almost aimlessly, he noticed something that took his breath away. In the dirt was a small hole that he had made earlier that day. He tried to swallow but a dry lump in his throat prevented it. His mind began to spin with what he had learned. It was impossible that this was the same hole, and yet it was. Mazrath could feel it.

Mazrath withdrew one of his scimitars from its scabbard. He then knelt down and slowly began to trace his name in the dirt until it said ‘Mazrath.' Wiping the dirt from his blade on his forest green cloak, he began to figure out what direction to go in. Picking his route he then began to run in the direction.

He ran for a few minutes then stopped to find his name cleanly engraved in the ground. He then turned right, and began running in that direction. The results were the same and he knew that he could go in any direction and would wind up back here.

"The Dome is in front of me." Mazrath said aloud. All of his reasoning lead to this conclusion. If he were in fact in some dimension where it was possible to run in one direction and only move only a few hundred feet. He could never have been that far from the Dome. "It has to be," Mazrath said finally.

"Welcome to the Dome," The voice said once more. As if on cue, the vast dome structure he had seen earlier appeared in front of him. "Only those worthy of entering the Dome may do so. You have passed this test."

"A test?" Mazrath shouted. "You have wasted my time long enough, send me home!" Anger once again boiled within him. He hated being toyed with.

"Send you home?" The voice mocked, "Why you never left it." the voice laughed.

Suddenly all his senses flooded back to him. He could smell the Darkwood Forest and all of its perfect aromas. He could hear the symphony of the forest, one that even the Kings composers could match. The wasteland slowly began to vanish and in its place large Darkwood trees appeared. He could feel the soft blowing wind on his skin and the warmth of the sun high in the sky. His anger subsided and he felt that of pure joy.

The Dome on the other hand remained. In the middle of the Darkwood Forest was a large structure. The only thing that was not supposed to be there.

"Well are you going to enter or not?" the voice tried to ask politely.
"I am finished with your games, now leave me alone." Mazrath replied sharply.
"Could it be that the strong Mazrath is scared of a challenge?" the voice teased. "The very same Mazrath that had once gone into the den of Orgaunt the mighty Ogre King on a simple bet?" He continued. Mazrath studied the dome structure for a long time.
"Fine," Mazrath said with a devilish grin, "I could use a new challenge!"

Mazrath slowly walked towards the dome. He noticed that the closer he got the larger it appeared. Soon he was able to place his long slender fingers on the cold stone. He then was able to find a door. Nothing was remarkable about this door. From what Mazrath could tell it was of ordinary wood. He doubted that it was just ordinary though. He slowly reached out for the door knob. As he felt the cold metal a familiar smile found its place on his face; indeed it had been too long since he had been given a challenge.

You didnt forget me did you? *bumps thread*

Apologies.

Funny, I enjoyed the banter between Mazrath and the voice, in particular the naked swim. Keep up that comedic timing, it seemed to work well for you. There is a technical detail I need to share with you. When you do this:

"Well are you going to enter or not?" the voice tried to ask politely.
"I am finished with your games, now leave me alone." Mazrath replied sharply.
"Could it be that the strong Mazrath is scared of a challenge?" the voice teased. "The very same Mazrath that had once gone into the den of Orgaunt the mighty Ogre King on a simple bet?" He continued. Mazrath studied the dome structure for a long time.
"Fine," Mazrath said with a devilish grin, "I could use a new challenge!"

Do this instead:

"Well are you going to enter or not?" the voice tried to ask politely.

"I am finished with your games, now leave me alone." Mazrath replied sharply.

"Could it be that the strong Mazrath is scared of a challenge?" the voice teased. "The very same Mazrath that had once gone into the den of Orgaunt the mighty Ogre King on a simple bet?" He continued. Mazrath studied the dome structure for a long time.

"Fine," Mazrath said with a devilish grin, "I could use a new challenge!"

Always put another space in between, helps the reader tell when someone new is speaking. Now, guess what time it is?

Assignment Time!

You have made it into the Dome, but your trials are not over yet... A Domerii, a happy little ghost appears before you, and informs you that it is the personal assistant to a Master of the Dome, the Dark Eye, who wishes to meet with Mazrath. Follow the Domerii to the library, and talk to it. You see, the Domerii is quite pleased to converse, but will not divulge anything about the Dark Eye other than his title.

End arriving at the library. 700 word minimum please.