Ancient Power. (Oblivion Alliance)

OOC: Okay, Mirorin's temple next, then Isis' temple, then Gorin's, then the final temple. (If you guys want a final temple)

BIC: "Oh, hi Latio." said a very embarressed Oblivion Master. Erebus and Isis let go of him, both of them glad that they didn't have to hold Gorin back.

"Hello Gorin." replied Latio. Everybody returned to the carriage rather quietly. Once they were inside, Mirorin spoke up.

"Next temple's mine." he said.

OOC: Sorry for the short post...

Originally Posted by Mikey B

then the final temple. (If you guys want a final temple)

OMG Y3S W3 W@NT TEH F1N@L T3MPLE!!1!!one!!1!

Seriously, yes. We all go in at once, fight for our lives, and kill a totally omnipotent boss. Then, all our characters get one last upgrade.

Originally Posted by Mikey B

Lol, nope . I'm just kidding. The tails seems interesting. Is he going to get any more tails in future quests?

Yeah, he has three out of nine: Fire, water, thunder, wind/air, light, dark, spirit, form, and mind. He has to bring items to their respective temple to gain the power.

OOC: You! *jabs finger at Latio Scaptur* Could you PM Lord COTA and tell him it's his turn? If he doesn't post by 3:00PM Monday, we're moving on to Isis' temple and we'll have Mirorin's temple after hers.

Yeeesssssssssss........... victory will be mine....... hehehehe........ *looks up to see everyone staring* Uhm...... Hi?

Sorry, I have a post that I'm working on... but it's on my other computer, and I can't get on that now.

It will be before tuesday, I assure you, but at what time on monday I get it done, I'm not sure.

Apologie, but I've been sick and I've been busy.

Uh, yeah......... it's the end of Tuesday right now, so........ me next?

aw shut up, I've got so much homework flying up my ass I can't sit down and write a good post, you can skip me but I don't want to be kicked out. I've still yet to introduce Reizin, and do a temple.

Let's delete these OOC posts guys. Someone PM I, Link and tell him it's his turn unless Lord COTA posts before he gets to it. Meh, I'll do it.

*goes to PM I, Link*

Okay, mesa turn. Mesa Jar Jar Binks! *gets killed by every person in the building*
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Isis walked along the hard, cold marble floor. Gorin had just assigned her with entering the next temple, appropriatly named "Hellfire." So far she had crossed five bridges over lava, killed over twenty animated suits of armor, and had to deal with images the likes of which should never be even thought of by man. The goddess had conqured each challenge in turn, but the mightiest was still to come.

Isis drew her sword and shield and walked straight through a tunnel. It seemed to pulsate slightly, like the inside of a vein, or Jabu-Jabu. The long expanse gave the illusion of twisting around and around like a corkscrew, disorientating all who would go through that place. For miles it stretched, dizzying the angelic figure to the point of vomit.

Isis finally reached the end. Happy to tears, the goddess ran through, nearly falling on the last twist. "Oh, so glad OH GOD!" She stopped abruptly, holding her head in her hands. The sword clattered on the ground loudly, echoing for what seemed an infinite space. Her location was nothingness. Darkness of a thousand midnights filled the room, covering up what was inside. "FLARE!" Isis yelled, holding up one arm.

A massive lantern lit up at the explosion, flooding the once jet black room with a sickly yellow light. An army of mutated creatures lay around the arena, sleeping despite the overwhelming radiance. Floating eyes, severed hands, all dozens of times normal sizes stood watch over a single tablet, hundreds of feet high.

But one figure stood out among all the others. A small, two-legged stone creature was in the middle of the room, surrounded by the creatures that not merely slept. Blood surounded it, covered it, encrusted it. A glowing light as an orb was jammed in the front with great accuracy, a work of art in itself. The "eye" glowed green, seeming to scan the room.

Isis picked up her massive sword and slung the shield over her back. This small thing wasn't going to be too much of a threat, the sleeping creatures have disabled it somehow, it's missing arms.

Or was it?

The light fell upon Isis, then turned red as the blood covering it. Suddenly, rocks and pieces of metal floated towards the rock figure, attaching themselves to it, forming massive arms the size of the creature itself. As a coup de grace, an up-side-down full helm addorned itself upon the square top of the creature. "Warrior! Advance and meet your destiny!" a mechanical voice said, seeming to come from everywhere at once.

Isis charged forward, bringing her blade back behind her for a finishing blow at the start. Two lights from the golem's helm flashed, and two red beams of light burned across the ground, scorching anything in their path. The goddess held up her sword and deflected the beams, but at a great cost. The force of the lights were so strong that the blade wheeled back and slashed her across the face, spilling crimson life all over. "FLARE!" the angel yelled, pointing directly at the robot. It took the blow straight in the chest, stumbling about for a bit.

That was the second Flare of the day, and the final. Isis' chest heaved with extreme fatigue, and her concentration was focused on healing herself. The rock being advance slowly, with robot-like determination. She looked around, trying to find anything that could stop the abomination.

The giant torch that had been lit earlier seemed to be quite the opportunity.

The goddess ran over to it and shoved, tipped, forced it with all of her might. "Come on... please..." It fell over right on top of the the golem, making a satisfying stone-breaking sound that resonated around the arena.

But that was not enough. It lifted the light off of it's body, still moving towards Isis. She groaned, and advanced to attack it directly.

Several minutes later, it had fallen. Though the golem had great size, durabilty, and strength, it lacked in speed. This was the key factor for Isis, she still had enough agility to kill it quite succefully.

The goddess moved up the stairs that led to said tablet, each step was like lifting a boulder, she was so tired. No matter how many steps she took, it never seemed to get any closer. And yet she reached it. On it was scrawled, in a toungue unlike any other, the words "Come ye mighty warrior, and let us uveil the power within."

Isis touched it, and felt knowledge run through her like her very blood. "My power, the one I don't know... I know now.

Gorin and the others waited at the temple exit. They knew that Isis would likely be damaged from the temple, but weren't prepared for the shape they saw her in.

The godess exited the temple with weary steps. She had gone down no more than two steps before she collapsed and fell down the stone stairs.

The Oblivion Master and Erebus both ran to help her. The teen reached her first, frantically asking her if she were okay.

Gorin knelt down and placed his hands under the winged godess' body. As though she were light as a feather the echo lifted her up.

She was out cold but breathing. Gorin was glad for that, as the last thing he wanted was for one of his allies to die because of his greed.

"She's ok. She'll just need some rest," The echo told a worried Erebus. He carried Isis over to the carriage, where he placed her on one of the couchlike seats.

"Mirorin and I will walk. You and Erebus watch Isis and tell us if she wakes up." Gorin told Latio. The foxfolk nodded and entered the carriage after Erebus.

"Next temple's mine." Said Mirorin. The two mighty warriors walked alongside the carriage as it started raining yet again.

OoC: All right guys, I'm sitting down to write right now...

I will edit this post shortly.


... Sorry, I'll finish tomorrow.

Anyone want to just go on to Gorin's temple? Lord COTA doesn't seem to be posting very often, and I don't want this to die.

I have to agree with Latio Scaptur, let's just move on to Gorin's temple.

I honestly shudder to think what it's going to be like.

OOC: You’re dang right to be scared.

BIC: Gorin and the others moved on to the second to last temple, as Mirorin had told them to move on ahead while he dealt with his temple. This temple was to be Gorin’s.

The echo looked at the name of the temple on the map and felt his eye twitch. “The temple of nightmare.” It said.

The Oblivion Master wordlessly left the others with the carriage to approach the temple. An aura of pure darkness was resonating from it, a familiar darkness.

Gorin entered the temple to find that it was surprisingly small, consisting of only one room. The door behind him molded to become a full wall.

“Welcome, my creation…” Came a voice. Standing in the middle of the temple was none other than Grasthos himself. The first echo had an evil grin on his face.

“Grasthos is dead. You’re just this temple’s attempt to attack me psychologically.” Said Gorin. The echo created a shuriken and whipped it at the fake death dealer.

The fake Grasthos laughed maniacally and dodged the shuriken, changing along the way. He had turned into an image of Gorin’s father, Harges.

“Now, now son. You were supposed to die the moment you were born and yet here you are. I’ll just settle for killing Nenet and your friends.”

Gorin clenched his fist. Even though he knew these were illusions, it was hard to deal with them.

Seeing that the Oblivion Master wasn’t near being beaten, the fake Harges morphed again. This time it appeared as the echo’s long lost friend Jamenda.

“Gorin, how could you die? Remember the dream we had, to take over the world? How could you die when you said you’d never die until we’d fulfilled the dream?” Asked the image.

Gorin threw another shuriken. The fake Jamenda didn’t make an effort to dodge it, allowing the shuriken to stab into his leg.

The image changed yet again, the shuriken dropping out. Now two figures stood before him, one about to strike the other down.

The Oblivion Master was horrified to see that the figure about to be struck down was Nenet. She screamed out Gorin’s name before the other one cleaved her in two.

Forgetting that it was only an illusion, Gorin created a naginata and charged at the figure that had struck down the female pirate. He stopped in his tracks when it turned to him.

“N-no…” Gorin said silently. The figure standing before him was none other than his old body. Its black armor was dripping with Nenet’s blood, its face twisted into a horrible grin.

“Gorin, Gorin, Gorin. How could you let that happen to you? You used to relish in tearing things apart to see how much blood would spray out.” Said the figure.

Gorin roared and sliced the figure in half, sending blood spraying everywhere. The twisted smile stayed on the figure’s top half as it fell to the ground.

The echo ran to the fallen Nenet and lifted her head off of the ground. Her clothes were soaked in blood, her face contorted in agony. Gorin felt tears streaming down his face as he felt her last heartbeats.

The female pirate suddenly grabbed the echo, laughing evilly. Tentacles came out of the female pirate and wrapped around Gorin’s throat.

“You foolish echo. Did you forget that these are all illusions already?”

Gorin sliced the tentacles off and stabbed Nenet. Even though he remembered now that it was an illusion, he still felt as if he were stabbing his love to death.

“You passed.” Came a voice. The room was filled with a blinding light as the bodies of Nenet and the imposter Gorin disappeared.

“Being an echo, I assume you wish for the Tainted Element that resides in this temple?” Asked the voice. Gorin felt his body pulsing with Tainted Element.

This was the third one, the one that would let him evolve from echo to neo-echo status. He felt raw Tainted Element coarsing through his body, changing him.

The knowledge of his new abilities flooded through his head. He could now absorb elements from any source, rather than simply his surroundings. He could assume the appearance of anybody he had met before as well.

The neo-echo left the temple, still a little shaken at what had occurred inside. When inquired on the subject by his allies, he merely told them that nothing had happened.

Meh, that wasn't so bad. I was expecting Pus-Spewing Organ Piles Sins against God. And you had to ruin it for me!
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Erebus stood near the flaky trunk of a tree. No leaves hung from it's decaying branches, and it's apperance matched the attitude of the teenager resting in what little shade it gave. "Come on, when is this Mirorin going to hurry up?" he said, flining one of his arms for affect. "Patience. I'm sure he'll be here sooner rather than later." Isis said, reverting back to the sophisticated talk that she had first conversed with, as Gorin remembered.

"I'll bet you didn't even meet the guy!" Erebus retaliated, making exagerated motions in a vain attempt to look 'cool.'

"You're right. She didn't" Gorin stated, entering the conversation.

"Who asked you, Mr. Big and Gray? My temple only gave me a sword and a bad memory, and you get a *****ing uber-upgrade!"

"Erebus! Watch your toungue!" Isis said in a creepishly motherly tone. The alchoholic youth stuck out the appendage and stared at it forcfully with one eye.

"Don't you backsass her!" Gorin said, taking a few determined strides toward the rouge boy.

"Make me, freak!"
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I'll let Mikey B start this one.

Gorin reached for the teen, who unexpectedly dodged to the left. Proving to be the quicker of the two, Gorin grabbed Erebus by the neck and slammed him against the tree.

“You don’t know the meaning of bad memories child, and I worked hard for that ‘uber upgrade’!” growled Gorin. The now neo-echo glared at Erebus.

The teen suddenly performed a mule kick to the Oblivion Master’s chest, forcing him to let go of him. Erebus flipped out his knife, well aware that it wouldn’t do much good against the former god.

“Oh really, what’s so traumatizing that you saw?! I saw a memory of my mother dying. You wouldn’t even be sad if your parents died!” Yelled Erebus. The youth was careful not to get too close to Gorin.

“You’re right,” replied Gorin. Erebus gained a puzzled expression on his face, not actually expecting Gorin to agree with him. “My father has tried to kill me every time we’ve met, and my mother abandoned me as a baby.”

Rather than consider the fact that a father who wanted to kill you and a mother that abandoned you at a young age might be worse than seeing one parent die, Erebus shot back “You probably deserved it!”

Gorin made a waving motion with his hand, controlling the wind element from the surrounding air. A gust of wind blew towards Erebus, nearly blowing him off of his feet.

“At least I know the meaning of graciousness. If it weren’t for Isis and myself, you wouldn’t even have gotten that sword of yours. You may be too stupid to realize it, but things tend to end up more important than when they started.”

The teenage warrior sprang towards Gorin, knife aimed at his throat. The Oblivion Master sidestepped the attack and performed a palm strike to Erebus’ back.

The open palm attack knocked the teen to the ground. He quickly stood up however, knife still held high. He was surprised to see that Gorin was standing absolutely still.

“What, you giving up you pus-spewing organ pile sin against God?!”

OOC: Thanks for the idea for the insult HJ.

BIC: Gorin opened his eyes. He had absorbed a fairly large amount of light, earth, shadow, and wind element from the air. Surprisingly, nobody seemed to be trying to stop the fight between the teen and the neo-echo.

Isis was preparing to jump in if the fight got a bit too serious, while Latio was merely watching the fight. That is, the best a blind person could watch a fight.

Frank was cheering for his master, saying rather rude things about Erebus until he received a cold stare from Isis. She was amazed as to how well Gorin was taking the fight, as she had expected him to simply strike Erebus down as though he were a fly.

Of course, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t step in if the fight got too serious. Unfortunately, it was going to get serious really quickly.

Gorin suddenly grabbed his head and squeezed incredibly hard. A voice he did not want to hear was coming back.

“Now now Gorin, he just insulted your very existence. Are you going to take that from an insubordinate human? I know you wouldn’t have before.”

It was the thing he had seen in the first temple, which seemed to have also been an integral part of the nightmare temple. Now however, it had awakened a personality that Gorin had hoped he’d never adopt again.

“Who are you and how is it that you keep showing up?!” The Oblivion Master muttered. He knew that the two temples had awakened it, but wasn’t sure what it was.

“I used to be you, but now I’ve been pushed aside. My name is White Light, as I am the shining beacon that you can follow to become your origional bloodthirsty self. Now to give you a taste of what you’ve been missing out on.

Gorin yelled in pain as he felt his consciousness being taken over by this so-called White Light. The thirst for blood and the hunger for destruction, two things he hadn’t felt in years, were taking over.

He charged towards Erebus, a large blade appearing in his hands.

OOC: For the Isis and Erebus vs Gorin battle, White Light’s in control. When he’s under White Light’s control he is exactly the same as before, although he gains a hunger for destruction and disgusting deeds (such as tearing the veins from somebody’s arm, then using the veins as though they were strings and the person a puppet).

This ought to be good. Oh, and you're welcome to use my ideas for insults any time.

NOTE: Erebus' Hyper Adrenaline Rush is very potent. As in, he gets really strong. Like, strong to rival Tuariv. Yeah. That's pretty strong.
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"Oh my God!" Isis yelled. She had just witnessed what was once Gorin, the old Gorin, the one that no-one should ever have to see. The goddess drew her blade and ran straight in between him and Erebus, only to be shoved aside like some mere annoyance. Gorin turned back onto the boy and knocked him down, then drew the massive blade up for a one-kill slash. He grinned at how much blood would come out, wondering how it would taste.

Blood tastes different from each person, after all.

Erebus held up his knife at the last second, and with all of his might he blocked the massive sword. Screaming with every ounce of energy he had, the youth tried to hold back the deadly onlought. He was slowly loosing the battle, he could feel his muscles burning, his eyes popping, his blood racing.

And then, something snapped.

Erebus felt a massive pain in his chest, but also strength unbelievable. The battle turned in the opposite direction, the knife overcoming the sword. Erebus slowly got up off the ground, still shoving with his knife, malice and hatred in his eyes. "Who's the smart b*tch now, huh?" he screamed, contorting his face into a grotesque manner. Then, without warning, he sidestepped, and the surprised Gorin, still giving it his all, stumbled forward.

Erebus threw his knife straight at the former god, and had enough force to break the skin. It slid in, seemingly in slow motion, into the back of Gorin's fore-arm. He screamed a blood curdling scream, and wrenched the knife out. Erebus ripped out the Moonwave sword, held it in one hand, and made a peculiar Martial Arts pose. His right arm held the sword, while his left elbow fit sat comfortably into his right elbow joint, while the left palm was straight out. Although it may seem a little stupid, it showed how flexable he really was.

Isis watched this epic battle with shock, thinking all the while "I knew he had potential, but wow..." She once again picked up her sword, drew her shield, and ran beside Erebus. Although he didn't seem to notice her, he did notice something else. The boy's heart was racing beyond what would be considered "abnormally dangerous."

He was a heart attack waiting to happen.
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Yeah, he's that strong. OMG.

White Light smiled. This was going to be his first real battle controlling Gorin’s echo form, it was a pity he had skipped regular echo and gained control after he became a neo-echo.

WL smiled an evil smile. If only his lips could extend from ear to ear to show his putrid happiness at being the frame of mind in control of the body again, as well as an idea he concocted by looking at the memories the other frame of mind had.

He used the mind scan technique to see exactly what Erebus remembered his mother looking like. This was going to be verrry fun.

“Hello there child, the old Gorin’s back in control again and he wishes you to see somebody you haven’t truly seen in years,”

Gorin’s body was suddenly consumed in a flash of blue light. Isis had to squint her eyes and shield them with one of her hands to avoid being blinded. Due to his adrenaline boost, Erebus didn’t even blink.

He did more than blink when he saw who stepped out of the bright light. The dark man he had been fighting earlier was gone and in his place stood none other than his own mother.

She had a gentle smile on her face, wearing a black dress. The woman walked over to Erebus slowly, whispering lightly on the way.

Her voice started as a whisper but grew louder as time passed. The voice brought some memories back to the teen. “Oh dear child, look what’s happened to you. Why don’t you let dear Mommy take care of you?”

He remembered happy times, times before his mother was killed. He remembered her handing him a teddy bear for his first birthday, remembered her shushing him and helping him drift to sleep.

She was now standing so close to the teen that he could smell the faint scent of perfume. It wasn’t expensive perfume; it was actually a rather cheap kind that he remembered her wearing when she was alive.

She reached out her delicate hands and stroked Erebus’ head. All the while shushing as though he were a crying baby. Isis had fully regained her sight by now and time seemed to slow down as she screamed for Erebus to get away.

What the teen didn’t see was that his miraculously brought back to life mother had just created a knife out of thin air. She drove it into his shoulder as the goddess screamed and ran towards the two.

Erebus’ eyes widened as the knife pierced the flesh of his shoulder, his mother’s eyes changing into the same yellow eyes that the dark man who had been there previously had.

“Now Erebus, you know that the dead don’t come back so easily.” She said. Rather than his mother’s voice, Gorin’s voice now came out of the woman that stood before him.

Isis knocked the imposter off of Erebus, preparing all the way to fight. The teen slumped to the ground as the adrenaline rush began to take its toll on his young body.

Before he passed out he saw the goddess and the neo-echo begin to clash.

"You bastard!" Isis screamed, rushing in with, what appeared, little concern for her own safety. Yet, she held up the sheild at the last second, and bashed Gorin in the face as he was about to strike her. She flung the sheild down and rushed forward again, slashing away with reckless abandon. Such a flurry of blows few have seen, instead of two swords clashing, it seemed like ten. Pure hatred and fury fueled Isis' attacks, and fatigue seemed vague and out of place.

Gorin, or should I say, White Light, smiled. He knew that he was still more powerful than just about any other person in the entire world, and any other world for that matter.

But only when controling Gorin.

"I believe it's time to end this." Gorin said, flipping away the goddess's sword. She stood dumbstruck, but quickly recovered, holding up her palms for a spell.

"Storm!"

Lightning struck the former god with a fair amount of power. He laughed and simply absorbed it, then shot it back at Isis. She dodged, rolled, then struck up another spell, already sweating with the effort.

"Flare!"

For once, it hit Gorin head on, straight in the chest. Although it didn't seem to do much damage, the spell had been able to knock him back a few steps. Fortunatly for Isis, he didn't know that it wasn't a fire spell and instead a Holy spell. He tried to absorb the wrong element, doing a small amount of damage to himself.

When the dust cleared, Gorin was still standing. Isis started to panic. She was already only a little over half stamina, and she knew that the only attack big enough to stop him would drain almost all of it... Yet that didn't stop her.

"HEAVEN'S TEAR!!"

The second she said that, WL decided to Mind Scan her. He saw how powerful this was, and knew that even he couldn't stand up to it. So, he copied the spell and raised his own palm. All this happened in about one tenth of a second.

The two spells colided, sending sparks and flames everywhere. Dragons of lighting flew around, still connected to the main core of the explosion. But these were a mere side-story to what was the main show.

The explosion radius itself encoumpased a mile, consuming all the life it touched. Trees flew away like they were feathers, and livestock's flesh peeled from their bones in nanoseconds. From an above view, it seemed that the small group in the center of the blast would be completely annhilated.

Now, we must rewind a bit. At the last second, Latio had ran over to Erebus. Seeing Isis' sheild nearby, he picked it up. The foxfolk already knew it's power, and he knew that it would be nescisarry.

Isis stood, panting, wheezing, and sweating like some fat guy running around on a diet. Smoke was all over, and the ground had a massive indent, as most blast sites do. One thing she couldn't get out of her mind: What had become of Gorin?