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Original Post By: larsi
Trial of Swamp
Those that passed through the gate of Swamp would find that the stream they rode started to slow down half way through the tunnel. The air smelled... old? Rotten? It was hard to tell, but they would wonder for a bit longer, as their speed would slow more and more for each passing moment. After a few minutes light would finally start to show ahead of them. Going at almost a snails pace now, it took them yet another minute to finally breach into daylight once more. However, that was as far as the stream would take them. The strange smell before quite strong right now, it would quickly be revealed what the source of it was.
The stream came to a halt just outside the tunnel, gently though, as they cut into the source of the smell. Surrounding them on all sides was a plot of swampland. It was a solid stretch of about 20 meters in each direction of nothing but swamp. A few scattered trees marked the start of regular land, though there were several large "rivers" of swamp running inbetween each cluster of trees. Each cluster of trees consisted of about 3-7 trees, ranging from 15-30 meters in height. Truly, it was an area treacherous and could prove fatal for anyone not careful where they set their feet.
Close by three figures were walking through the mossland, led by the tallest figure among them. His hair rose up in the air much like a plethora of horns. He wore a purple suit jacket over a pink shirt with a blue scarf wrapped around his neck, the ends handing down his chest much like a tie. The man led his small group expertly through the swamp, evading each sinkhole efficiently. The two men following him were dressed in matching white robes of the Divine Soldiers. Walking behind the Priest, the two scanned the area for any suspicious activity.
Gedatsu, Priest of God Enel, sensed something. Two voices had appeared nearby, at the exit of the gate of Swamp. There are two intruders over by the entrance to my trial. Follow me. Really, Gedatsu meant to speak to the two men, but his habit of holding his breath made him only think the thought, not actually speak the words.
Gedatsu speaking
Gedatsu thinking
Divine Soldiers speaking
Trial of Iron
For the bigger group that had foolishly taken the path or Iron, their travels was much quicker than that of the ones headed for the swamps. Their descent did barely slow at all the whole time they were in, which probably was not even a whole minute. Also unlike the others, this group would not be met by any foul smell, in fact it smelled no different than it had where they came from.
Their ship(s) breaking through into the grace of the sun, the sight that met them was quite beautiful, at least at first glance. The river that they rode finally slowed down so they could appreciate the sights around them. On each side of the river of clouds that now started to zig zag stood remains of ruins. It was much like the remnants of an old civilization that had faded over time. However on closer inspection, one could actually see that it was fresh damage, cut and punctured rock walls. Parts of the fallen wall was covering fresh grass.
Should the pirates stay on their boats, they would start to round corners, their path no longer being straight as an arrow. Around the first a horrific sight to most would meet them, though not one likely to scare the group, as their friend looked very similar to the skeletons strewn on the ground, limbs split from the main body, bones cut clean in half. If they were unlucky they could even come across some corpses less decomposed than these. The path of the river would take them past several such sights, as would their path should they choose to cross the city by foot. After all, the Trial of Iron had a survival rate of 0%.
Winding their way down through the city, they slowly approached the only untouched building, rising above the rest like a tower. On a ledge overlooking the city sat a man, clad in a dark tank top, loose pants and a sash. Oh Holy, it seems some fools in search of fortune are approaching. How lucky that they come to me, so that I can free them from their weakness. Pressing his sunglasses up to his eyes, Ohm scanned the city with his eyes too, while gripping the hilt of his strange, oversized sword. Behind him, a large creature stirred. Waggling his tail, Holy sat up, his head touching the ceiling in his room atop the "tower".
Ohm's and Shura's pets:
Holy:
Fuza:
Ohm speaking
Shura speaking
Holy "speaking"
Fuza "speaking"
Trial of String
Sat amongst the thick forest that was his domain, Shura impatiently waited for his subjects to approach him. Reaching out with his mantra to its outmost limit, he could not sense anyone having entered the tunnel leading to him. This was unacceptable! Then, his mantra caught something else. He counted not one, not two, but four voices having traveled to the Trial of Iron. This would not do. There was no way he would let that stuck up ass hog all the glory.
Fuza, to me!
From above could be heard the flapping of massive wings as Shura's pet bird settled lifted off the top of the tree, circling around until if hovered in front of the priest. With no hesitation and little effort he leaped from the branch he sat crouched on, careful that his lance did not pierce Fuza's wings. Landing atop the back of the large bird, he deftly settled his legs on either side of its neck, leaning forward. Without speaking a word to it, he guided the bird forward, soaring towards the Trial of Iron.
Trial of Ball
Satori sat atop one of his many balls that floated through the air, clearly marking his domain, the Trial of Balls. Like Shura he reached his mantra out, sensing for entrants to his forest. There was none. Just like Shura, he too sensed the bigger group entering the Trial of Iron, and was about to start making his way there. However, before he even could start to jump towards the next ball, the priest felt a huge flock of people flooding into his forest, only from behind? He giggled. What's this?
He was literally jumping up and down on his ball as the large group of people appeared around one of the huge trees that made up his area of the forest. What are all of you doing here? He smiled from ear to ear as he addressed virtually the entire force of Divine Soldiers(everyone except for the two with Gedatsu). Hello big brother! Two voices shouted excitedly from one side. Satori smiled towards his two brothers, who were waving excessively towards him, jumping up and down, a clear contrast to the rest of the divine soldiers who stood on the branches around them. Serious faces and arms crossed, they remained silent.
Satori turned his attention towards the large figure, his smile not faltering against the grimace of Yama, the leader of the soldiers. God has foreseen an invasion of Shandians here. We are here to assist you, o Priest. Satori's smile widened again, but not at the thought of reinforcements, but rather at the prospect of slaughtering the infidels that were to come. Great!
Satori speaking
Yama Speaking
Hotori and Kotori speaking
Divine Soldiers speaking
Trial of Swamp
Those that passed through the gate of Swamp would find that the stream they rode started to slow down half way through the tunnel. The air smelled... old? Rotten? It was hard to tell, but they would wonder for a bit longer, as their speed would slow more and more for each passing moment. After a few minutes light would finally start to show ahead of them. Going at almost a snails pace now, it took them yet another minute to finally breach into daylight once more. However, that was as far as the stream would take them. The strange smell before quite strong right now, it would quickly be revealed what the source of it was.
The stream came to a halt just outside the tunnel, gently though, as they cut into the source of the smell. Surrounding them on all sides was a plot of swampland. It was a solid stretch of about 20 meters in each direction of nothing but swamp. A few scattered trees marked the start of regular land, though there were several large "rivers" of swamp running inbetween each cluster of trees. Each cluster of trees consisted of about 3-7 trees, ranging from 15-30 meters in height. Truly, it was an area treacherous and could prove fatal for anyone not careful where they set their feet.
Close by three figures were walking through the mossland, led by the tallest figure among them. His hair rose up in the air much like a plethora of horns. He wore a purple suit jacket over a pink shirt with a blue scarf wrapped around his neck, the ends handing down his chest much like a tie. The man led his small group expertly through the swamp, evading each sinkhole efficiently. The two men following him were dressed in matching white robes of the Divine Soldiers. Walking behind the Priest, the two scanned the area for any suspicious activity.
Gedatsu, Priest of God Enel, sensed something. Two voices had appeared nearby, at the exit of the gate of Swamp. There are two intruders over by the entrance to my trial. Follow me. Really, Gedatsu meant to speak to the two men, but his habit of holding his breath made him only think the thought, not actually speak the words.
Gedatsu speaking
Gedatsu thinking
Divine Soldiers speaking
Trial of Iron
For the bigger group that had foolishly taken the path or Iron, their travels was much quicker than that of the ones headed for the swamps. Their descent did barely slow at all the whole time they were in, which probably was not even a whole minute. Also unlike the others, this group would not be met by any foul smell, in fact it smelled no different than it had where they came from.
Their ship(s) breaking through into the grace of the sun, the sight that met them was quite beautiful, at least at first glance. The river that they rode finally slowed down so they could appreciate the sights around them. On each side of the river of clouds that now started to zig zag stood remains of ruins. It was much like the remnants of an old civilization that had faded over time. However on closer inspection, one could actually see that it was fresh damage, cut and punctured rock walls. Parts of the fallen wall was covering fresh grass.
Should the pirates stay on their boats, they would start to round corners, their path no longer being straight as an arrow. Around the first a horrific sight to most would meet them, though not one likely to scare the group, as their friend looked very similar to the skeletons strewn on the ground, limbs split from the main body, bones cut clean in half. If they were unlucky they could even come across some corpses less decomposed than these. The path of the river would take them past several such sights, as would their path should they choose to cross the city by foot. After all, the Trial of Iron had a survival rate of 0%.
Winding their way down through the city, they slowly approached the only untouched building, rising above the rest like a tower. On a ledge overlooking the city sat a man, clad in a dark tank top, loose pants and a sash. Oh Holy, it seems some fools in search of fortune are approaching. How lucky that they come to me, so that I can free them from their weakness. Pressing his sunglasses up to his eyes, Ohm scanned the city with his eyes too, while gripping the hilt of his strange, oversized sword. Behind him, a large creature stirred. Waggling his tail, Holy sat up, his head touching the ceiling in his room atop the "tower".
Ohm's and Shura's pets:
Holy:
20x5=100
Strength: 26+14=40
Speed: 26+8=34
Reaction Speed: 34
Movement Speed: 34
Vitality: 25+8=33
Durability: 33
Stamina: 33
Martial Arts: 15
Boxing: 30
Mind:8-8
Strength: 26+14=40
Speed: 26+8=34
Reaction Speed: 34
Movement Speed: 34
Vitality: 25+8=33
Durability: 33
Stamina: 33
Martial Arts: 15
Boxing: 30
Mind:8-8
Fuza:
20x5=100
Strength: 17+8=25
Speed:27+14=41
Reaction Speed: 41
Movement Speed: 41
Vitality: 18+8=26
Durability: 41
Stamina: 41
Martial Arts: 15
Dials: 30
Mind:8-8
Strength: 17+8=25
Speed:27+14=41
Reaction Speed: 41
Movement Speed: 41
Vitality: 18+8=26
Durability: 41
Stamina: 41
Martial Arts: 15
Dials: 30
Mind:8-8
Ohm speaking
Shura speaking
Holy "speaking"
Fuza "speaking"
Trial of String
Sat amongst the thick forest that was his domain, Shura impatiently waited for his subjects to approach him. Reaching out with his mantra to its outmost limit, he could not sense anyone having entered the tunnel leading to him. This was unacceptable! Then, his mantra caught something else. He counted not one, not two, but four voices having traveled to the Trial of Iron. This would not do. There was no way he would let that stuck up ass hog all the glory.
Fuza, to me!
From above could be heard the flapping of massive wings as Shura's pet bird settled lifted off the top of the tree, circling around until if hovered in front of the priest. With no hesitation and little effort he leaped from the branch he sat crouched on, careful that his lance did not pierce Fuza's wings. Landing atop the back of the large bird, he deftly settled his legs on either side of its neck, leaning forward. Without speaking a word to it, he guided the bird forward, soaring towards the Trial of Iron.
Trial of Ball
Satori sat atop one of his many balls that floated through the air, clearly marking his domain, the Trial of Balls. Like Shura he reached his mantra out, sensing for entrants to his forest. There was none. Just like Shura, he too sensed the bigger group entering the Trial of Iron, and was about to start making his way there. However, before he even could start to jump towards the next ball, the priest felt a huge flock of people flooding into his forest, only from behind? He giggled. What's this?
He was literally jumping up and down on his ball as the large group of people appeared around one of the huge trees that made up his area of the forest. What are all of you doing here? He smiled from ear to ear as he addressed virtually the entire force of Divine Soldiers(everyone except for the two with Gedatsu). Hello big brother! Two voices shouted excitedly from one side. Satori smiled towards his two brothers, who were waving excessively towards him, jumping up and down, a clear contrast to the rest of the divine soldiers who stood on the branches around them. Serious faces and arms crossed, they remained silent.
Satori turned his attention towards the large figure, his smile not faltering against the grimace of Yama, the leader of the soldiers. God has foreseen an invasion of Shandians here. We are here to assist you, o Priest. Satori's smile widened again, but not at the thought of reinforcements, but rather at the prospect of slaughtering the infidels that were to come. Great!
Satori speaking
Yama Speaking
Hotori and Kotori speaking
Divine Soldiers speaking
