[Zorolo] Jonah's Training Thread

(OoC: 860 Words. Please don't hurt me BiC)

The crunch of leaves sounded through out the forest but Jonah did not care. He was not stalking any prey, rather taking a relaxing stroll through an ancient of forest. Sunbeams were dispersed between falling leaves, their autumnal colors meshing with the moist dirt of the forest floor. His sword was slung across his back; he had little need of it here. This land had been clean of monstrous filth for many years, the only truly dangerous creature being the occasional bear. He trod onward, a slight breeze rustling the branches above. The trees groaned slightly, otherwise peacefully retaining their vertical posture. All was calm.

An explosion shot through the forest, birds ascending above it, abandoning their nests. Jonah sprinted towards its source; his walk could wait. His footfalls disturbed the forest’s denizens, squirrels skittering out of his path, birds lightly hopping away. Jonah ignored this focusing only upon the direction of the explosion. He need not have focused though; the blasts damage being a trail even the most inexperienced could not stray from.

He soon reached the source, a fuming crater within the greenery of the plants. There were pieces of bark and splinters of tree trunks charred and thrown asunder, and worst of all was the blackened remains of a once noble stag, its corpse in tatters from the blast. He looked down into the crater and was shocked by what he saw - A mirror-like orb of metal, unharmed by the blast, and reflective enough for Jonah to see his own crimson eyes stare back at him. Intrigued, he clambered down into the crater, his finger tips trembling, not from the heat of the blast, but from the potent magic of the orb before him. He reached out a shaking hand brushing the surface of the orb with a trembling fingertip. The effect was immediate.

Instantly the surface turned pitch black, strange cyan-colored runes etching themselves onto the surface.
“Chosen, follow energy trail,” spoke the orb, speaking in a clear , if slightly mechanical voice to his mind, but uttering not a sound to Jonah's ears.
“Why? What happens then?” Experience had told him to not even listen to foreign objects, let alone follow their very command.
“There shall be a land of strength, honor and learning, previously unknown to this world. A land you shall be part of.”
Jonah was reassured now; he must go forth - perhaps if not for the strength, honor and learning, but certainly to broker peace between worlds. That was his duty now.

Jonah jogged through the forest, following the trail as closely as possible. He could not see it or hear it or smell it. He could just sense it, gnawing at the back of his mind. All he could do was follow. What ever had sent the orb obviously had no qualms over defiling the land and was therefore dangerous - dangerous because it didn’t care. Thoughts of this entered his mind; he could easily be walking to his death, a lamb walking into a slaughterhouse. But something told him otherwise - the same thing that showed him the trail before him. He would be safe.

Eventually he had slowed to a walk, hours of jogging are not healthy for anyone - Armai or not. The sun was leaving the sky now; the sky dyed a dazzling array of reds and oranges, the clouds illuminated with a pink glow. The trail had become more pronounced, the energy increasing. He was almost there. He turned, leaving the abundance of trees, into a small clearing. Here the last rays of the sun shone brightest. The trail ended, finishing abruptly as if some unseen force had disrupted its course. Jonah looked around, seeing ruins of some sort of settlement. White walls tainted by the overgrowth, a large statue, defaced by the natural course of the world, green life clambering over it. Jonah’s eyes were then drawn to the final bit of architecture, a large marble archway, crystalline inscriptions scrawled across its dimensions. Without warning, the orb’s runes were bright cyan once more, as were the archways, much to Jonah’s surprise. The trail appeared again, if only for a moment. It lead straight through the archway. He looked at the orb, his eyes widening with fear as the metal diffused into the air, shattering into nothing but particles.

The wind blew harder as the archway began to glow brighter, the air rushing into the veil of light spread across it. Leaves were blown through it, as were twigs, gradually the wind tugged in whole branches, as if it wanted to swallow Jonah, just as it had swallowed that noble stag…
“Come Chosen. There is much to learn.”
Fearful curiosity was drawing him closer. Slowly his legs moved forward on their own accord, part of Jonah trying to turn away and run, the other part of him urging to proceed. As he approached the veil became more defined, he could see a lush green field, craggy mountainsides and a strange building, a building of a peculiar dome shaped nature. Jonah felt the veil sweep through him as he put a single foot through the archway.

Okay before I read this I would really like you to put a space between Paragraphs, right now it's really hard on my eyes.

Sorry about that, I was never taught to leave lines between paragraphs. All fixed.

Hmmm...I am going to give you one more assignment before I deicde what to work on with you.

ASSIGNMENT TIME

Okay here's the deal, have Jonah(BTW: Does jonah have a pet whale?) enter the dome to have someone waiting for him their. This person can be descirbed however you would like, but he will come up again so be careful, . This person can awnser some questions if you wish, anyway have this character show Jonah around the dome, and I want you to end the post with the pair entering a huge white room. SImple enough eh? Minimum 700 words.

(OoC Nope sorry, no whale. This post is 1706 words long. Hope its not too long BiC)

Jonah stepped through the veil entirely, the forest behind him and the meadow in front of him. He took a deep breath, the air of another world filling his lungs. This was what he lived for.

He patted the ground with his feet, checking its stability. He crouched down, grabbing a clump of grass in his hands. He sniffed the grass, and then chewed a small piece; just plain, normal grass. A small wind was blowing, the grass gently floating out of Jonah’s hands. As his eyes followed the winds course Jonah realized the vastness of the landscape. Fields all around him, the occasional tree, the dome in its centre, the mountains in the distance, it was all overwhelming for him.

A crackling noise broke is stupor, his attention turned to behind him. Directly behind was a large stone archway, marble, like the one in the forest but immaculate in its appearance, no vines creeping up it. Its runes were alight, and through it Jonah could see his forest, his home. He walked around the archway, nothing was behind it. His forest hung in the middle, an exotic drape upon the landscape. Then it vanished. The runes went out, and Jonah could see through the archway. His forest was gone. He was stranded.

Jonah looked across the field, and in its centre he saw the dome. Even from here he could see it was a grand building, its golden walls likely visible from any part of the field. He could see that small groups of people were clustered around it; Time to meet the locals.

He set off towards the dome at a sprint, eager to discover more of this world. In seconds he was there, shocked by the amount of commotion among them. A myriad of people formed the crowd, elves and humans to dryads and dwarves; it seemed almost every species was present in some way or another. Jonah went up to an aged looking gnome, who did not seem part of the commotion. The Gnome had a short beard, his hair a foggy grey color.
“They got you to did they?” asked the gnome, his voice somewhat gruff, but still lively.
“Yes,” replied Jonah, “But I don’t really know who ‘They’ are.” The gnome chuckled.
“Those little orb things, which talk to you, you know?” Jonah nodded, though his expression told the gnome his questions were still unanswered. “We’ll find out soon enough,” continued the gnome, a slightly glum expression on his face. “An orb told us we were waiting for one last person to arrive and then the dome would open. We’ve been waiting for more than an hour.” Jonah nodded again, staying silent. The gnome sat down on the grass, the tools in his pockets clanging as he folded his legs. “That’s why all of them,” he pointed to the crowd in front, “Are arguing.”
“Well I’m here now,” muttered Jonah, casually working towards the crowd.

The crowd was angry and argumentative; barely a single person in it was calm. However, despite this, the moment people caught sight of Jonah their voices faltered. The closer he got the more the crowd parted. A few had their hands covering the faces, as if some tragedy had befallen them. This was the true power of Jonah’s crimson eyes; Fear. People looked into his eyes and saw rage, and boundless fury. The fields were silent now, the crowd silenced, the wind had stopped blowing. Quiet.

Close up, the dome seemed even more enchanting, swirling patterns of metal appearing, only to be replaced by a new pattern of equal beauty. And closest to Jonah was a golden door. It had no handle of any sort, nor was anything blocking it yet it seemed immovable. In its centre was a great silver eye, which though composed of metal, still blinked and fluttered as if it was alive. As Jonah approached the door, the eye gazed down at him, and he gazed back. Suddenly the silver turned to what seemed to be blood and the door swung open. This was the true power of Jonah’s eyes; Fear.
The crowd all seemed to rush in as one, apart from Jonah, who walked in as if he had all the time in the world. They were in a great foyer. The floor a massive mosaic of precious jewels, the walls lined with statues of various people, of all different races. Above them, the ceiling was decorated with pictures of angels and demons; cherubs fluttering around pristine white clouds; beasts scrambling in fiery depths. In the centre of the paintings hung an ornate chandelier, orbs of floating light in place of candles.

In front of the crowd was a desk behind which an elfish secretary sat. She had purplish skin, her lustrous brunette hair tied back into a ponytail. She was wearing a smart, black uniform, a golden tie fastened around her neck. The crowd was edging towards her, but Jonah was concerned about the old gnome. He was lagging behind the crowd, a pained expression on his face with every step. Jonah stopped moving, letting him catch up.

“Are you alright?” asked Jonah, trying to not let any worry show in his voice.
“I am old!” laughed the gnome, “You are never alright when you are old!” The gnome tried to on but Jonah knelt in front of him.
“Would you rather be back in your own world?”
“I’d rather be gone,” muttered the gnome, his voice coarse. “I have lived my life, I do not wish to be here.” Jonah nodded, heading back towards the door, the gnome following. Jonah pushed the door slightly, but it did not move. He tried again, but the door held fast. Jonah turned to the eye, its silver diluting to red, a small keyhole appearing. The elf at the desk noticed this, and was pushing her way towards them. Meanwhile, Jonah was scraping some of the earth of his boots, molding it together. He shoved it into the hole then focused. The lights dimmed slightly as he concentrated, forcing the earth to mold to the shape of a key, perfectly fitted for the lock.

“You can’t do that!” said the elf woman, her voice raised slightly, out of breath after jostling though the crowd.
“I don’t want to be here,” repeated the gnome. “I don’t want to be anywhere.”
“You won’t be!” pleaded the woman, “I’m telling you, its suicide!” Jonah hesitated, just as the doors flew open on their own accord. The three of them were falling, into what they did not know. The field was gone, everything was gone. It was just nothing. Fast as thought, a long tendril of shadow spurted out of Jonah’s arm, latching to the edge of the door. He turned to see the gnome and elf falling, and two tendrils of shadow flew from his other arm, wrapping themselves around the gnome and elf. Slowly they ascended, the shadow hauling them upwards. Jonah turned again, and to his horror saw a small hammer in the gnome’s hand. The hammer was rune encrusted; runes that dispelled magic. Jonah tried to call out, but it was too late. The hammer struck the shadow and the gnome fell. Then he was gone, the nothingness devouring him.

Jonah sat down on the halls floor. The doors had closed and the room was emptying. Each person had been given a guide to show them the dome. And now only Jonah remained.
“I didn’t even know his name,” Jonah muttered. He heard footsteps and looked up. It was the woman.
“Thanks for saving me back there,” she smiled at him, and Jonah could not help but smile back. “I just came to let you know that your guide is ready. He goes by the name of Jehoel and he will show you around the dome.” Jonah just nodded. “You’re Jonah aren’t you?” He nodded again. “Well Jonah, I’m Laurana. I’ll try and visit you sometime.” Jonah got up, walking towards the man who was waiting in the hall.
“Well Laurana, I hope to see you sometime.”

Jehoel was taller than Jonah, by a good few inches. He was an elf with spiky blonde hair, and murky green eyes. His ears were pointed, with a small cross shaped earring in each. He wore a green tunic, leather pads around his arms and legs. A bow and quiver were latched onto his back, partially hidden by a cloak of leaves.
“Jonah! Just the Armai I wanted to see.” He put a firm hand around Jonah’s shoulders, walking him through a large corridor, with a similar décor to the hall, lined with doors. “I am Jehoel, your guide. I’ll ask any questions you undoubtedly have.”
“Here’s a question for you, why the hell did that orb I got sent explode?” They stopped; Jehoel’s face not as cheery, more serious.
“Or orbs do not explode, they diffuse. That was not part of our manufacture.” His face returned to the cheery expression he had held before. “You are no doubt wondering where you are?”
“I was going to get to that,” said Jonah.
“You are in the Dome my friend! A place where all are welcome! Where you shall be taught everything you have ever wanted to know!”
“Hang on!” said Jonah, curious. “Where exactly is the Dome?”
“Everywhere and nowhere. It flits through dimensions at its leisure.” They stopped again, Jehoel facing a door that seemed to be made of diamonds.
“When do I start being taught?” asked Jonah, beginning to thirst for knowledge. Jehoel could see this in his expression, carefully choosing his words.
“Soon enough Jonah, soon enough.”
“One last question,” Jehoel seemed content.
“Fire away.”
“Is Laurana alright?” Jehoel seemed taken aback by this, far more used to the academic questions of students.
“She’s single is that’s what you mean,” he replied, giving Jonah a wink, just as the door swung open.

Jehoel led him inside, taking care to shut the door behind him. For a terrible moment, Jonah thought he was back in the nothingness, but this was different. There was floor to step on, he could more freely.
“Jehoel, is it just me or as everything gone white?” Jehoel smiled.

Originally Posted by Maystag

And closest to Jonah was a golden door.

And? AND?!? One does not start a sentence with and, ever -_-'


xD Other then that it is grammatically sound, well enough so that correcting it will just be pointless.

IC: White, the combination of all. In a flash the bright light twisted, colours spurted out as paint in all directions. Red and yellows of hundreds of varying shades bursted towards the wall colouring the four with spirals. Purple emergered from the center, climbing upwards until it hit the ceiling dying it a deep purple. Green spread out like grass along the floor, covering it deep as the forest and light as the leaves. with the colours spread out like a rainbow, the room finally had dimension. Two miles in diameter, 500 feet high.

In the very center there was a blue blob. Twisting like like a snake, the blob slowly took the form of a man with blue clothing, blond hair, and a black cape. Opening his eyes the figure dissapeared, only to reappear a few feet infront of the men, "Jonah, you have come. Welcome," Kaze said a light smile on his face.

ASSIGNMENT TIME

Your teacher is Kaze, his profile is in my siggy. Have Kaze let Jonah and only Jonah enter the multicoloured room, the door closing and locking behind him. Kaze will then give Jonah two tasks, first: he will ask Jonah to tell him the meaning of life, Second: he will throw five tags(like dog tags) around the immense room, and tell Jonah to collect them, the trick is that the room can morph according to the colour(the green floor can turn into a forest, or anything that's primary colour is green, and so on and so forth) and the room itself is trying to stop Jonah from completeing his task, end it with Jonah collecting the first tag. No minimum word count.

You are not allowed to star a single sentence with the following words, "He, His, Jonah," or anything of that sort.

(OoC: Sorry it took so long, getting back to school and all that jazz. If I've "Accidently" added in sentances that start with HE, His or Jonah, don't kill me! 1298 words. Enjoy BiC)

“Thank you Jehoel, you may leave us now.” Jehoel bowed low to Kaze, an expression of utmost respect on his face, afterwards quickly leaving through the door. As the door shut, it started to melt. The diamonds that were encrusted into it simply dissolved into the floor, sparkling streams of color that were swept away in an instant.

“It is a bizarre room you have brought me to,” stated Jonah, the myriad of colors in the enormous room begging for his eyes attention. “Though I assume you had some sound reasoning for doing so.”

“Assumptions should be taken with a pinch of salt, you may yet be wrong.” A blank look was received from Jonah. “Of course you weren’t wrong, though I must get to know you before I impart any further knowledge.” A flash crackled beneath their feet and a rather bright shade of green was spiraling beneath them. Kaze lifted a finger and a small vine-like tendril of green rose from the floor. It twisted and writhed, smaller tendrils sprouting from it, until it was a thick web of pure green. The green was then gone, replaced by what seemed to be actual vines, made up of murky greens and browns, texture and shadow.
“I hope you can do something similar,” said Kaze, nestling into the chair-like nest. “Or your training will end here.” A large smile was spread across his face, for it was an easy task.

Spying a small patch of red drifting towards them, Jonah focused his mind upon it. Molding the color was easier than expected, it was as if it was eager to have a shape and form. Within seconds it had become a large, somewhat misshapen blob. Then the blob was gone, replaced with a battered old armchair. Its cushions were a dark, ruby red, its frame a lush mahogany brown. A small gash had been cut into its back, pale yellow stuffing showing through.

“Not as fancy as that,” said Jonah as he sat down, gesturing towards the vines. “But far more comfy.”

“Quite so,” replied Kaze. “I best get straight to the point, you seem like a person who works that way. I am Kaze, your teacher here at the Dome. But a teacher must know their pupil and so I shall ask you a single question.”

“No problem,” said Jonah, reclining more comfortably into the ruby cushions.

“What do you think the meaning of life is?” The room itself seemed to reply, the ceiling colored as storm clouds, but the gray shades were soon leeched away and were replaced. For many long minutes Jonah thought, Kaze showing signs of absolute patience.

“There isn’t one,” he finally announced. “Or if there is one, it is well hidden.” His head in his hands, Kaze gave Jonah a peculiar look.

“Perhaps after your time here your views will change.” A question on his tongue, Kaze’s tone forced Jonah to hold his tongue. “Now for your task.” From his clothes, Kaze procured five metal tags, a small metal chain fastened to each. “You have seen this room, how it begs for form. You must recover the tags. The room will try to stop you.” The tags floated up to the ceiling, where orbs of color enveloped them, disappearing into the walls. “If you succeed, then perhaps you will learn something.” A curt nod from Jonah, and Kaze was gone, a spiral of blue seeping into where he once stood.

Quickly glancing around the vast room, Jonah soon realized the immense nature of the task. The tags could be anywhere; stowed behind a hint of maroon or concealed by a curtain of teal. It seemed however that the room would give Jonah a chance and so a large sphere of pale brown fell in front of him. The orb may well have been sentient, for as Jonah stretched out a hand, the orb recoiled, plummeting into the floor. From where it had touched, the color spread, the floor soon becoming a sea of the light brown. Statues of a darker brown rose to the ceiling, jagged protrusions of rock erupting from the walls. Then it all became real, the floor becoming a tide of sand, the protrusions appearing as a ruined staircase, Above all of these, floating gently in the centre of the ceiling , was a tag.

Trying his luck, Jonah’s arm became a long, pitch black tentacle. Slinging it towards the tag, the tentacle extended into the air. As it was about to wrap around the tag, the room reacted. From the centre of the room, the sand began to ripple, gradually creating tsunamis of sand. The room was then subjected to a ferocious roar, so powerful a gale of sand was thrown into the air. From the depths of the sand, rose a great creature, snake-like in its appearance, with rows upon rows of vicious fangs. Wing like flaps of beige skin were spread across its massive body. It had many tiny eyes around its mouth, each one seemingly staring straight at Jonah. It was apparently ignoring him, instead flying into the ceiling, dissolving into it. He had to get the tag, before the beast got him.

It would have taken time to concoct a foolproof plan to retrieve the tag, but he did not have time. The ceiling, which had once remained a myriad of colors now, was changing. Large spurts of beige were now appearing, cascading as sand to the ground.

Survival instincts began to kick in, Jonah sprinting towards the nearest rock. The sand was rising and rippling, as Jonah began heading up the broken stairs. Now he realized how tall the room was. An Armai like him could keep a steady sprint for sometime, but it was inevitable that the sand would catch hi. If it didn’t, a misplaced foot could easily make him fall to his death.

Much higher now, Jonah could have become complacent with his pace. He was slowly outrunning the sand, forgetting entirely about the sand wyrm, the wyrm, which at that moment emerged from the wall, annihilating a statue into rubble, simultaneously knocking Jonah off the rocks.

Time seemed to slow down for him as his body scrambled and leaped up falling rubble. The sand was creeping upwards, each piece of stone touching it converted into more sand. Seeing this, Jonah’s arm became a tentacle once more. Then he leapt, the tentacle wrapping around the beast above. The momentum swung him higher, a large jump propelling hi to safety. Turning around, Jonah saw that the beast had vanished once more.

Panting, Jonah continued upwards, the sand edging away. Finally he had reached the top, relatively unscathed. In the center of the ceiling the tag floated, many feet above the sand. Out of reach, Jonah would have to jump. Consoling himself, he began to run, so fast he could not imagine such a speed. In a massive burst of strength, he leapt from the stone, is fingers about to brush the metal of the tag.

As his foot left the stone the sand sunk. The centre of the room had depressed and its depths were pitch- black. In a great surge of rage the wyrm burst from the sand, heading straight up. Jaws widening, its sickly insides were revealed as its mouth enclosed around Jonah, as his hand grasped the tag.

Everything was white. Lying flat on his back, Jonah thought he was dead. The white above him became color, a sight only the delusional, or the dead, would see. However the cold of metal against his fingertips forced him to conclude that he was alive.

“I commend your courage,” said Kaze, looming over him, “But that was a bit unorthodox, don’t you think?” A groan of agreement came from Jonah.

Hmm for the most part Grammatically sound, well enough so I'm to lazy to nit-pick every little detail. I did notice however that you started a sentence with "He" which means punishment is afoot. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...


Sorry -_-;

Assignment Time

Puck is feelin lazy today so he's just wants Jonah to get three more tags next post, as per last time the same rules apply with how to start sentnces, and just for kicks I only want...ten commas at most in the next piece of writing. Oh yeah and now for your punishment for breaking the rules(Aint I a stinker) the next post can only be....700 words long, even one word over and you'll have to rewrite...

Sorry bud, I'm a harsh master >

(OoC: You are a cruel task master 700 words on the dot. This had been by far the hardest task I have been given. I had to rewrite many paragraphs to fit the word limit. And the ten comma rule was insanely difficult for me. I have the horrible feeling this post is terrible, but it should serve as a reminder as to what happens when you disobey your teachers. BiC)

“You show great promise Jonah,” said Kaze while helping Jonah to his feet. “You have both the courage and intelligence to be worth my time.” The two chairs returned from the floor with a click of Kaze’s fingers. “Though I’m sure you shall agree that courage alone is not enough. You must prove your skill in combat.” Nodding slightly Jonah slumped into his chair.

“I am guessing I must be handicapped for such a test? Or does my logic fail me at last?”

“There is no point denying that you are correct. For this battle your use of magic is forbidden.” From his clothes Kaze withdrew a small sphere of black stone.”Do I have your compliance?” Another nod from Jonah, apprehension etched into his face. Suddenly the ball glowed a pristine white and which point Jonah felt drained of power. He recovered quickly though a dull ache serving as the only reminder of the event.
“Now to begin,” said Kaze as the flow began to swirl with colors.

Three spots of gray rose from the floor of which all reformed into three metal tags. Soon after their colors followed and engulfed them. First a blot of black swallowed a tag, before gliding hastily into Kaze’s body. Next came a string of white, which followed suit. Finally was an orb of almost transparent gray that copied the behavior of the others.

“Do not stop until I say so,” gasped Kaze as his body swelled with the colors he had absorbed. His left limbs had become shining white, golden trim for skin and radiant light as muscle. His right side was now pitch- black, the faintest tint of purple defining his clothes and muscle. His head and torso was a sight to behold though, for it was a raging storm of grey winds. “Now come at me!” he cried as two elegant blades sprang from his sleeves.

A flash of sparks flew about the room. Each blade stroke the pair produced ringing against the next. Jonah’s sword was nimble and true but Kaze’s blows backed strength beyond compare. A quick spin and Kaze had struck Jonah into the air but already he had recovered now diving down upon his teacher.

They could have continued for hours ‘till one of them tired or their blades were shattered. Such effects were beginning to show in Jonah, Kaze’s blows wearing away at his strength and resolve. A swift strike then a fleeting parry by Kaze and Jonah’s long sword was spinning across the floor.

Instantly Kaze pinned Jonah to the floor. His writhing mass of color reformed into cruelly barbed spikes of pigment. Jonah cried out in pain. The noise was such that Kaze hesitated, giving Jonah an opportunity. A silver knife was pressed hard into the Kaze’s side, the mage forcefully flung backwards from Jonah.

A metallic clang resounded against the floor. The mage’s right side was normal again but the rest of his body remained how it had been. Jonah held the tag tightly and in doing so all of his wounds were healed. He picked up his sword again and with a knife in the other hand, charged again at Kaze.

Reeling from the shock, Kaze gave a howl of pain as his light side returned to normality. He opened his mouth but all that came out was a manic laugh. A wind picked up with the utterance of this noise. Soon a hurricane had engulfed the two and its rage was unbearable. Jonah was choked of air while Kaze continued to laugh uncontrollably.

Death came to him. He began to think of the life he could have had. His lungs were straining but his thoughts remained intact. His body began to relax as death drew close. The wind began to drag him upwards towards Kaze. His eyes were half closed, slits through which he saw a benevolent Kaze.

The hurricane stopped. Both men lay on the floor. Jonah’s blade was lodged within Kaze’s chest. Meanwhile Jonah lay straining for breath. As the blade was expelled a tag fell from Kaze’s chest.

“Despite my efforts, three tags are yours. I hope you have the skill and ability to recover the final one.”

"very well," The blond task master clapped his hands twice and flicked his right hand slightly. A shiny yellow tag on a silver chain dropped from an unseen hiding place and dangled off of kaze's index finger, "The last tag," Flicking his finger he brought the tag into his hand, squeezing tightly he quickly opened it again showing the tag to have disappeared, "It is somewhere on my body, figure out where that is and it is yours,"

"Then what?"

"Then I shall tell you exactly who I am, and what you are doing here..." kaze said lightly, "Oh and if you wish you can rest before your next task," Kaze's grey eye's could almost see a sweat drop roll down Jonah's head as he mentioned another task.

Turning his back to Jonah he snapped his fingers once, at the same time jonah could feel energy surge back into him, like water rushing through a broken damn. "Begin,'

Assignment

FIGHT! Take kaze on head on, but beware he is much more powerful then he let's on, much more powerful then Jonah could even imagine. Jonah needs to find the tag, not take it from kaze, but only accurately pick out it's whereabouts, however if he is wrong then punishment will ensue. No word limit, but if it's to long I might be lazy xP

(OoC: Jonah is going to get hurt by Kaze. Alot. And I enjoyed writing this :p It was a fun assignment, watching poor Jonah suffer. BiC)

Jonah’s limbs felt alive with energy once more, any weariness siphoned away by Kaze’s magic.

“Begin,” said Kaze.

Jonah was slightly perplexed. This task seemed easier then the last one but there was something about it. Something is instincts were trying to tell him about. Something was wrong. Edging slowly towards Kaze, he outstretched a hand and reached out for his shoulder.

A navy blue hand shot out form the wall, a long tendril of blue serving as its arm. Its fingers wrapped around Jonah, dragging him back towards the wall in an instant. Intrigued Jonah took a small knife from his boot. With precise aim he threw it at Kaze, but again the blue hand stopped it, bringing it back to him.

“You have ten minutes,” said Kaze his voice plain and matter of fact.

Jonah didn’t reply, instead circling around Kaze hoping to find some form of enlightenment in his task. Raising his hand again, this time he pulled a shimmer of color form the floor, wrapping it around his hand like a glove. Then he grabbed Kaze’s shoulder again and this time nothing happened.

Then Jonah was against the wall again, gasping for breath. Kaze had now turned and a wind was blowing. Suddenly it surged and Jonah was thrown about the room. Landing with a thud he swallowed his shock and drew his sword. Plunging it deep into the floor, it was covered in a rainbow of colors. He remained still as Kaze approached again, slashing his blade when he drew near.

Kaze simply caught the blade between his hands, the strength of the wind driving his body. With a great heave Jonah was hoist into the air, desperately trying to grab onto anything he could. His gloved hand reached Kaze’s shirt and as Jonah was shot into the air again, Jonah caught a glimpse of something beneath.

This time he landed with a crack, a bone splintering in his leg. He cried out in pain, his red eyes burning but he could not stop yet. Yes he saw something, but if he was wrong goodness knows what price he would pay. He had to be sure.

Closing his eyes, blocking the pain, he reached out too the colors of the room. Slowly they began to envelope him, becoming a rainbow smothered being like his blade. When he opened his eyes he could see colors beyond compare, his vision changed. He could see the colors the room had made, colors of objects from outside. Colors that were golden and tagged shaped hidden beneath Kaze’s clothes. One was definitely on his chest but Kaze started to laugh slowly turning around.

One block of gold on his chest, one on each arm and each leg and one on his back. Worst of all one seemed to be in his head, a place Jonah had no idea how to reach. Satisfied Jonah readied his blade and charged head on towards Kaze.

Immediately, Jonah felt like a puppet once more, controlled by subtle strings of air. Kaze flung him form side to side, distracted by this toy. Using this, Jonah focused on a patch of color and from it an arrow rose. Jonah could barely hold it in place, shooting it into Kaze’s leg. A soft crack could be heard, a splinter of metal. The tag wasn’t there.

Kaze paused for a moment realizing what had happened, a satisfied smile on his face. Jonah wasted no time and shot another color-arrow at his legs. Another crack and the illusionary tag was no more. Letting Jonah gently rest on the floor, Kaze himself forged a blade of color and advanced on Jonah.

His leg broken, Jonah could only try to defend from Kaze, each of his blows strong enough to send Jonah reeling. Kaze slowed his blows each on cruel and punishing. Jonah barely held up his attention focused on the wall behind Kaze. His mind was slowly forming spikes upon it and he hoped his concentration went unnoticed. The next blow came and Jonah’s sword fell from his grip. As it hit the floor, the whole wall behind Kaze shot forward, spikes hitting his back and left arm, another two illusions broken. Kaze was surprised by this attack, even more surprised when Jonah struck his right arm with his sword, shattering the illusion there.

The wall retracted Kaze summoning his power again. This time he abandoned his blade, laying down a pummeling barrage of punches. Jonah stayed silent, blood dripping from his lip, his body bruised, his skin torn. Seeing this Kaze withdrew, grasping his sword and preparing to strike. He lunged forward as Jonah bent his knee inwards. Jonah yelled in pain as his rainbow colored bone burst through his leg and pierced Kaze’s chest. The last illusion was broken and Jonah called out with his now frail voice:

“Your head. The tag is in your head.”

"Very good" The wind mage clapped his hands, and everything returned to how it began, all injuries removed, all colors to white as they began, "as i have promised I shall tell you who I am,"

"I am the grand Archmage of Wind. I stand at the highest council of mages. Yet, I am a renegade, disgusted with my cohorts practices I left and am now hunted." Kaze took a deep breath, "But i would not call myself a mage, I would call myself a scientist. Do you know what causes magic? Will? Power? energy? I found those ideals as purely idiotic,"

"We -you and I- and all those like us we are merely the next stage of human evolution." The great mind spoke so calmly and softly that his words danced of his lips and into Jonah's ears like wisps of smoke, so light but so potent. "In my hand I hold power," He explained, his tone growing more and more stern, "I have found that magic is nothing more than chemical reactions at an extreme level, amplified by certain, and rare, elements found in us the magic users. These super elements act as Catalysts to chemical reactions to such an extent the first thought it was a gift from the god, but in reality it was to spite them."

"Those who rule over our world from on high had these powers long before us humans-or elves- ever did, and by using them they established a leash over us. Unable to explain their powers we simply called them God, and God's they where, unable to die. Up a top in the heaven they created they rule over us with the Dogmatic regimes of religion, and the hidden hold they had over governments. Like any evolution our bodies saw these powers and where able to interpret them to a lesser extent. All the power we have is simply science, but a science unknown to the world and thus unbelieved."

"We are told to worship these God's, when reality we where given our powers to do the exact opposite. We we're given these powers to fight the gods, to gain back our humanity forever stolen from us. When I found one of these supposed God's had taken over the council, I left. I would not be a puppet to their will, I would not sweat and die for those who have kept us enslaved for so long. Us with power should fight for those who would oppress us, yet we follow them. I am no mage, but i am a scientist, and by being a scientist i have been closer then anyone before me to attaining God hood."

"So this I implore you, take my words as they are. Though strange and foreign I swear they are the truth. There are levels to this world we do not understand, but that does me cannot. Now leave, go rest, you must be tired, you shall have your next task when you awake,"

Assignment

Random monologue, eh? I should note that Kaze's beliefs are just that. Anyway. Have Kaze direct Jonah to his room, then have Jonah lay to sleep. While asleep I want a nightmare, of you can decide, but make it good. Anything after that is up to you.

(OoC: Thank you. 894 Words. I edited this post so as to give Jonah a method to use any items he gains outside of the Dome in lessons. Hopefully, when Jonah graduates he will be able to return to the Dome and retrieve some possessions. Enjoy! BiC)

“Sir,” replied Jonah, once Kaze was finished, “Beliefs like yours are called across my home world by the greatest of peoples. I am glad I can add you to such a list of the greats.” Kaze nodded and smiled in appreciation.

“Now, come Jonah, let me take you to your quarters,” said Kaze, holding the door open and letting Jonah pass. Kaze followed, locking the door behind him. Gesturing for Jonah to follow, they walked down the corridor, passing many people of different races and creeds. Finally they came to a halt at door 7884b. Kaze inserted a key, gently pushing open the door. “This is your room now, for the duration of your stay. If a message is to be given to you, Laurana or Jehoel are likely to give you it. Jonah bowed slightly, and then Kaze was gone.

Taking the key form the door and shutting it, Jonah surveyed his new room. It was quite large, made of a beautiful dark wood. The bed was covered in thick sheets of comfortable fabric, while the on suite bathroom seemed to be made from diamond and other jewels.

Most eye catching of all however, were the few shelves lined with books and scrolls. This dome being of such strong and mysterious magic, Jonah wondered what power lay within their covers. Such activities could wait till the next day however for rest was needed. Not bothering to remove his clothes, Jonah laid himself down on the bed, remaining on top of the covers, letting sleep overcome him.

Jonah was floating in darkness, his thoughts as bubbles of dreams. In one he saw his parents, gone now, but living inside his mind. Then he saw his soldiers, his friends, and then the gnome who had taken his own life. Kaze, so strong and mighty, his power protruding from the thought bubble. Laurana, her beauty infatuating him dwelled with in the next bubble. Such thoughts continued to echo through his head as he slept, perhaps for hours, perhaps only for minutes.

A new bubbled appeared. This one was darker than the last, and engulfed everything, all becoming part of it. Laurana, the gnome, Kaze everyone stood together, all staring intently at the humanoid shadow emerging from the nothingness. Slowly it became a man of pitch black, who slowly turned around, revealing his face.

Jonah was the only one who screamed in terror, as the man drew a long, arcane sword, his clothes flowing from a wind that did not exist. His hair was brown and spiked, radiating with lustrous color. The eyes were the worst however, their hazel depths burning through Jonah’s crimson eyes. An unnerving laugh reverberated through out the dream, as another shadow, this time in the form of a great demon spurted up form the ground. This form roared at Jonah before swirling around the man, entering his body.

The man was changed, wing like spines of flesh and bone, erupting form his left arm, his eyes a blend of hazel, black and red.

“Wanderer…..” whispered Jonah, as the creature began to roar.

Jonah shot upright, screaming in fear. Calming down and wiping the sweat off his brow, Jonah felt something in his hand. It was a small paper note, that he was certain had not been there before. Unfolding it, it read:

“I am so sorry.”

His hands cold and clammy, Jonah attempted to go back to sleep. He couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. He did not know what time it was, so he decided to rummage about his room, to see if any secrets where to be found.

He flicked through the covers of books, but his mind was not at ease enough to read. Further into the room, he eyed a little cove he had not seen before, almost like a large cupboard. Peering inside, it was full of herbs and ingredients, tools for spells and potions. Crafting knives and axes also stood ready for use, their materials neatly stacked.

Next to this room however, was a room even more bizarre. It was as if he had walked into a glass prism, light bouncing around him in every color imaginable. In the centre of this room was a large stone block, golden runes carved into its grey stone. Walking up to it he saw that it was hollow, its heavy stone top vanishing as he approached. Wondering what it was, he voiced the question out loud:
"What is this?"

"We realized that you may have not brought all of your most prized possessions with you to the Dome. If ever you should need something you acquired on a journey before now, it should manifest within this stone when you request it. You can also place objects within it for safe keeping, for you are free to return to Dome should you need to."

"Thank you Jehoel," muttered Jonah as he tried to absorb all of the information, "May I how you entered this room?"

"You requested my assistance Jonah, and I was more than happy to oblige," Jonah nodded heading back to the bed, while Jehoel headed for the door, "Sleep well Jonah, your nightmares should not plague you any longer." The door shut and he was gone.

Beginning to drift off into sleep, Jonah once more saw the creature, but did not fear it. He would sleep.

(OoC: Edited and tidied up, using the holy grail that is Microsoft Word. Any more mistakes let me know BiC)

Originally Posted by Maystag

His hands cold and clammy, Jonah attempted to go back to sleep. He couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. He did not know what time it was, so he decided to rumage about his room, to see if any secrets where to be found.

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Peering inside, it was full of herbs and ingrediants, tools for spells and potions.

Misspelled word

Next to this room however, was a room even more bizzare. It was as if he had walked into a glass prism, light bouncing around him in every color imaginable. In the centre of this room was a large stone block, golden runes carved into its grey stone. Walking up to it he saw that it was hollow, its heavy stone top vanishing as he approached. Wondering what it was, he voiced the question out loud:
"What is this?"

three misspelled words

If ever you should need something you aquired on a journey before now, it should manifest within this stone when you request it.

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"Thank you Jehoel," muttered Jonah as he tried to absorb all of the information. "May I how you enterred this room?"

Misspelled word, also the underlined period should be a comma.

"You requested my assistance Jonah, and i was more than happy to oblige." Jonah nodded heading back to the bed, while Jehoel headed for the door. "Sleep well Jonah, your nightmares should not plague you any longer." The door shut and he was gone.

A lower case I...*whaps*
Before or After quotations, if the thought continues on you use a comma not a period, and then don't capitalize the next word. Most of the periods here should be commas.

Also I got spell check on my web browser now, ISN'T THAT GREAT?

ASSIGNMENT TIME
When Jonah wakes up he'll find himself in a place quite unlike the one he went to sleep in. Specifically, a large jungle. More importantly then that he is without any of his equipment, and cannot use his magicks. Oh noes~. Beside him lies a note and an envelope, the Note explains that this is Jonah's next task, and he is in something of a treasure hunt, throughout the thick jungle are various items Jonah will need to survive, and in order to find them he has to use the clue in the envelope beside, which will either lead him to a piece of equipment, or another clue.

Makes sense right? Have fun, 1000 word limit as to not break my eyes.

(OoC: 474 Words, just a small one, I know how sensitive your eyes are. Though a small part of this post may seem gruesome, I used it to sort of reflect the survival aspect of this challenge. Whatever this challenge is. BiC)

Jonah’s eyes flickered open, himself bolting upright at the sight of his surroundings. The room was gone. Everything around him was gone. All that’s was left was himself, his clothes and his bed. In a jungle.

His sword was gone, everything. Looking around he stared in awe at the jungle. Its trees were old and firm, trunks writhing into the sky. Vines twisted around them, dangling about the air. The buzz of life was about him, insects, bugs and reptiles.

Light was scarce here however, slight specks of light flicking through the leaves above. He clicked his fingers to illuminate the area. Nothing happened. He tried again. A blast echoed about him but the area was still dark. Nestled on his bed however, was an envelope. Touching it, letters began to appear. Open me. Tearing open the paper, he unfolded the parchment note within.

Dear Jonah,
Your next task will test your skills in the field. You have no weapons. You have no magic. Throughout this jungle, items are scattered. These are essential to your survival. Follow these clues to obtain them.
Your clue to finding your first item is the following:
Trust your instincts.
Good Luck.

Jonah felt slightly invigorated now. He had the sort of thrill that occurred in the heat of battle. Trust your instincts. He thought back to his days in the army, when he received his red eyes. Kneeling on the ground, he let the nature flow about him, taking in every aspect of it. Then he searched for anything out of the norm, anything that was wrong.

Then he sensed it, something burning his nostrils. He didn’t know what it was, something rotting he thought. Whether or not this was the clue referred to, it did not matter. His instincts told him to follow it, and so he did. He didn’t even open his eyes; he could just sense where he was going, following the scent.

He opened his eyes, and was disgusted by the sight he saw; a pile of rotting bodies, animal and humanoid, a swarm of flies hovering about it, feasting on the flesh. Maggots crawled through eye sockets and bone joints; it was a sight Jonah did not wish to see. His senses however told him to delve into the pile and so he obeyed, pulling bodies off one at a time.

At the bottom of the pile, lay a single body that shook Jonah to the bone. Laurana’s body brutally maimed and ripped apart. Fighting back his emotions, he sensed where the object was; inside her. Turning away, he ripped out the object, his eyes shut.

It was a round block of rotating stone, not unlike a compass. Its cogs rotated constantly, moving as Jonah moved. Engraved on the sides were various runes. Reading them they read:

The cogs alignment shows the path.

Aha, very good.

ASSIGNMENT TIME

You killed Laurana? That's evil, well lets change that. His next clue leads him to a magical amulet, and another clue for later. The Amulet can either be used to revive Laurana, or make Jonah immortal. So let him decide what it's use will be.

No limit, this one shall be interesting.

( OoC: Just a little one again, hopefully quite emotional. Only 457 words, I know your eyes don't like that burning sensation. BiC )

The cogs alignment shows the path…..

Jonah turned around on the spot, totally oblivious to the world around him. He looked down at the cogs as he turned, watching as they turned with him. Slowly, the cogs lined up, pointing to his destination. Jonah smiled to himself; these challenges were not stretching in the least. Making sure not to change direction, he began to run again.

This place was strange to Jonah. He could see the plants around him; here the insects in the air, but he hadn’t seen a single living creature. They must be somewhere, but where? Are they hiding? His destination soon knocked these questions out of him.

He was at a pile of bodies. The smell hit him again, making him cringe. He began to move the bodies again, when he realized. It was the same pile of bodies. It couldn’t be though; he had just run away from this area a few minutes ago. Looking down, he examined the pile, searching for something that would disprove him. A tear rolled down his face as he once again uncovered the broken body of Laurana.

He held onto her hand, hoping, willing for life to return to her. To no avail however, she remained still. Letting go of her, a small amulet fell from her hand. It was pure crimson, though whether it was crystalline or metallic he could not tell. He wrapped his hand around it, its warmth soothing him.

“The amulet…” muttered one of the bodies. Jonah almost leapt up, the shock surprising him. The corpse was of a bald man, with no eyes and bloodied skin. “Returns life to the dead.”

“The dead?” asked Jonah quietly. The man’s neck turned with a sickening crack to face him.

“Returns life to the dead, or steals death from life.”

“Steals death from life?” asked Jonah, puzzled.

“Immortality,” whispered the body. Another tear rolled down Jonah’s face. “You could save her, or save yourself.”

“Save myself? And leave her to the darkness?” roared Jonah, holding the amulet over Laurana.

“Think of those people you could save,” muttered every corpse in the pile, “you could save countless lives!” Eyes full of tears, Jonah crushed the amulet in his hand, letting its shards glisten on Laurana’s chest.

“Would it still be worth it if her life was the sacrifice? Would it!?” The corpses lay silent. Placing his hand on Laurana’s chest he channeled his energy into the shards around her. They melted away into her flesh, color returning to her. As the last shard fell inwards, she bolted up right, locking her lips around Jonah’s. The connection way not just physical but mental, her mind whispering words into his.

Let the woken dead lead the way.

Awww Love is so sweet.

Assignment Time(Finally...;_
Okay here's the deal. The Next clue is actually Laurana, hwoever for some odd reason she cannot seem to remember what it was. The Task jonah has in store for him is to Jog her memory of what the clue is. Savvy?

Sorry for the wait.