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THE BELL GOES QUIET AND THE CASTLE CEASES IT'S SHUDDERING. THE SOUND OF DUST AND DEBRIS FALLING AND SETTLING FILLS THE CASTLE, AND YOU CAN HEAR SOME SORT OF STRANGE SHIFTING FROM WHERE EVER YOU ARE. ONCE YOU LEAVE THE MUSIC ROOM, YOU WILL FIND YOURSELF IMMEDIATELY IN THE MAIN FOYER AGAIN. THOSE IN THE DUNGEON REMAIN THERE. ONCE INSIDE OF THE FOYER, YOU CAN HEAR THE CRIES OF A CROWD. A LOOK OUT OF THE WINDOW WILL CONFIRM THAT THERE IS A MOB OF VALEN SHUFFLING THEIR WAY INSIDE OF THE CASTLE.
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DUST FLOATS DOWN FROM THE CEILING AND THE CHANDELIERS RATTLE.
http://kh-vids.net/threads/♛-▌ＲＥＳＥＴ-❣.143630/page-5#post-4136898 Feel free to explore the castle. The counter will go down every 10 minutes, giving you guys 3 hours to post. The castle is enormous and falling apart, be careful. You can add whatever you think a castle like this would have. For instance, you can post yourself stumbling upon one of the dining rooms and explore there. Ask me via Skype or Private Message if there's anything to be found in a particular room you've decided to explore, and I'll let you know what to add to your post [ if you find something interesting ] before you post it.
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OOCXXXSETTINGXXXTARGETSXXXINTERESTS IT WAS MORE OF A STRUGGLE TO KEEP HER COOL THAN SHE WOULD EVER ADMIT. The possibility of this happening had always been there in the back of her mind, but she had not thought she would be present at the time of God's arrival. The thought of coming face to face with the King of Immortals devastated her. She would either prove to be an enormous disappointment to Him or even worse - he would not even know who she was. It was a very real possibility that all of her efforts were for not, and that she had really not accomplished much of anything at all. She was not sure she could handle a realization of that magnitude and all she wanted to do was escape. ❝Yoohoo, Crestatiaaaa! ❤❞ Masking her contempt, she turned to take the drunk into view. ❝Hun, I think it's best if we get this little show off the castle. I haven't been here in ages ... So my memory's a little rusty, right? We've got fly-boy and winds over here ... what'd you think we try and leave this place right here from the roof?❞ ❝I am not sure ...❞ ❝Though, I certainly feel like we won't be able to escape what's going on around here just by leaving this castle, it seems. Aha. ❤❞ ❝Maybe we ought to - ...❞ It was too late, and some of the other Valen were already acting on their theories. Dizzily, Crestatia stumbled to the edge of the garden - peering over the rooftop as Ambrose took off just after Gale attempted to move the sea of clouds. She gripped the ends of her curly hair, pulling at the spirals absently as she pondered over what exactly to do here. You're losing control. ❝I know, put a cork in it. Stay calm. Think!❞ ❝If worst comes to worst we can pool up energy and use it to help the situation.❞ Ambrose had not returned. ❝We might as well get down from here, but how?❞ She wondered how many regions had been informed of what was happening. Nearby districts must have heard the bell, too. Aether must have been in a complete panic. Did they really want to leave? The Players would be held responsible for a catastrophe like this. Sometime while she had been trying to keep herself in check, Rosaline - the batgirl from earlier, pushed the bell and started up its insufferable ringing. Crestatia groaned, pushing back from the edge of the rooftop and glitchily teleporting her way back towards the gate. Then, Sangria suggested they explore the castle for whatever reason. Feeling resigned, Crestatia took her suggestion as an opportunity to escape the bell and descended down the steps leading back into the castle.
IT WAS MORE OF A STRUGGLE TO KEEP HER COOL THAN SHE WOULD EVER ADMIT. The possibility of this happening had always been there in the back of her mind, but she had not thought she would be present at the time of God's arrival. The thought of coming face to face with the King of Immortals devastated her. She would either prove to be an enormous disappointment to Him or even worse - he would not even know who she was. It was a very real possibility that all of her efforts were for not, and that she had really not accomplished much of anything at all. She was not sure she could handle a realization of that magnitude and all she wanted to do was escape. ❝Yoohoo, Crestatiaaaa! ❤❞ Masking her contempt, she turned to take the drunk into view. ❝Hun, I think it's best if we get this little show off the castle. I haven't been here in ages ... So my memory's a little rusty, right? We've got fly-boy and winds over here ... what'd you think we try and leave this place right here from the roof?❞ ❝I am not sure ...❞ ❝Though, I certainly feel like we won't be able to escape what's going on around here just by leaving this castle, it seems. Aha. ❤❞ ❝Maybe we ought to - ...❞ It was too late, and some of the other Valen were already acting on their theories. Dizzily, Crestatia stumbled to the edge of the garden - peering over the rooftop as Ambrose took off just after Gale attempted to move the sea of clouds. She gripped the ends of her curly hair, pulling at the spirals absently as she pondered over what exactly to do here. You're losing control. ❝I know, put a cork in it. Stay calm. Think!❞ ❝If worst comes to worst we can pool up energy and use it to help the situation.❞ Ambrose had not returned. ❝We might as well get down from here, but how?❞ She wondered how many regions had been informed of what was happening. Nearby districts must have heard the bell, too. Aether must have been in a complete panic. Did they really want to leave? The Players would be held responsible for a catastrophe like this. Sometime while she had been trying to keep herself in check, Rosaline - the batgirl from earlier, pushed the bell and started up its insufferable ringing. Crestatia groaned, pushing back from the edge of the rooftop and glitchily teleporting her way back towards the gate. Then, Sangria suggested they explore the castle for whatever reason. Feeling resigned, Crestatia took her suggestion as an opportunity to escape the bell and descended down the steps leading back into the castle.
GALE ATTEMPTS TO MOVE THE CLOUDS, BUT CONSIDERING HIS IMMENSELY DAMPENED POWERS CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH AND THE ENTIRE CASTLE IS SURROUNDED BY CLOUDS, HE IS ONLY ABLE TO THIN OUT A FEW INTO A LINGERING FOG. @Moksha AMBROSE DISAPPEARS INTO THE FOG ... HIS FATE IS UNDETERMINED, BUT HE WON'T BE COMING BACK. @Calypso
『 THE DOLL TUMBLES DOWN, DOWN, DOWN AND INTO THE VANILLA CLOUDS SURROUNDING THE CASTLE. IT'S FATE IS UNDETERMINED. 』
OOCXXXSETTINGXXXTARGETSXXXINTERESTS SURPRISINGLY, DARREN TOOK INITIATIVE AND MANAGED TO SUCCESSFULLY QUIET THE BELL. The demoness released a heavy sigh and gave the demon a nod of approval with a courteous smile playing on her lips. She took another step back from the gate, watching her step upon the limestone tiles beneath her and brushing off the skirt of her dress. A strand of hair was pulled back from her forehead as she steadied herself. ❝Very good.❞ And just when Crestatia thought she could finally begin to unwind and relax, Rosaline's voice pierced her ringing ears. ❝Crestatia.... I don't think stopping the bell is going to stop the castle from collapsing. The God is saying time is up, that we need to get moving. So if we start the same, maybe they'd be satisfied knowing that we're starting. We'd be sending a message that says we're ready to get down to business. We have no time to waste. I think that's what we have to do! We need to go back to the others and start the game. We'd better hurry too, I'm afraid something will happen to the others!❞ Crestatia did not care what happened to the others - they should have offered their assistance, and would rot in Hell for for aeons if she had any choice in the matter. It was much too soon to adopt that vicious sort of attitude here, so she took a moment to filter her thoughts before she replied. ❝Perhaps ... I do not know Him personally, but from what I have gathered he is not a very forgiving man. I do not believe this is some kind of warning meant to crack the whip on us ...❞ Her suspicions deepened when she felt the ground tremble beneath her. Just a bit ahead of them, to the South, a tall pillar was crumbling to the ground. The castle was literally falling apart. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. The sounds of others approaching tickled her ears and she turned around to take Garret into view. ❝Hey, you guys, just what the hell is that thing?❞ ❝A warning.❞ Annalynne replied, eyes locked on the quieted bell before them. ❝Correct. One left behind by God, it seems. The millenia is over.❞
SURPRISINGLY, DARREN TOOK INITIATIVE AND MANAGED TO SUCCESSFULLY QUIET THE BELL. The demoness released a heavy sigh and gave the demon a nod of approval with a courteous smile playing on her lips. She took another step back from the gate, watching her step upon the limestone tiles beneath her and brushing off the skirt of her dress. A strand of hair was pulled back from her forehead as she steadied herself. ❝Very good.❞ And just when Crestatia thought she could finally begin to unwind and relax, Rosaline's voice pierced her ringing ears. ❝Crestatia.... I don't think stopping the bell is going to stop the castle from collapsing. The God is saying time is up, that we need to get moving. So if we start the same, maybe they'd be satisfied knowing that we're starting. We'd be sending a message that says we're ready to get down to business. We have no time to waste. I think that's what we have to do! We need to go back to the others and start the game. We'd better hurry too, I'm afraid something will happen to the others!❞ Crestatia did not care what happened to the others - they should have offered their assistance, and would rot in Hell for for aeons if she had any choice in the matter. It was much too soon to adopt that vicious sort of attitude here, so she took a moment to filter her thoughts before she replied. ❝Perhaps ... I do not know Him personally, but from what I have gathered he is not a very forgiving man. I do not believe this is some kind of warning meant to crack the whip on us ...❞ Her suspicions deepened when she felt the ground tremble beneath her. Just a bit ahead of them, to the South, a tall pillar was crumbling to the ground. The castle was literally falling apart. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. The sounds of others approaching tickled her ears and she turned around to take Garret into view. ❝Hey, you guys, just what the hell is that thing?❞ ❝A warning.❞ Annalynne replied, eyes locked on the quieted bell before them. ❝Correct. One left behind by God, it seems. The millenia is over.❞
『 THE BELL SLOWS AND QUIETS, BUT THE CASTLE CONTINUES TO TREMBLE. TWO OF THE LARGER TOWERS BEGIN TO COLLAPSE IN THE DISTANCE. NO ONE IS AFFECTED. 』
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『 FIND A WAY TO STOP THE BELL. 』 @calxiyn @FuzzyBlueLights @Jayn
CRESTATIA TOOK A STEP BACK, CLEARLY TRYING TO MAINTAIN HER COMPOSURE. It didn't seem to be working, though. Her chest was heaving with harsh breaths, and a hand lifted to run through her thick plum hair. Then, without any warning to the rest of them, Crestatia was turned around and running - or sort of weakly teleporting back through the gates of the garden. Annalynne followed her immediately, and Rosaline tagged behind as well. 「 Crestatia, what's going on? What is this bell? And why did the castle start shaking ONLY when we found it. It can't be a coincidence.」 「 It is not.」 Crestatia looked frustrated and reached out to unlock the gate. The latch glowed white hot and the demoness flinched, looking panicked before resuming her calm expression. Annalynne folded her arms across her chest, eyes wide and brows knitted with concern. 「 It is the King of Aether - God. Do you not remember? ... Aah ... Quite a bit ago, about the time games like these were invented, the God of Aether gave us Valen a time limit. A millennia to wrap these sorts of games and declare a new God of Aether.」 「 ... I'm assuming time is up.」 Crestatia gave her a dark look as though to discourage her from speaking again and Annalynne frowned. She knew she was clever and witty and whatnot but that hadn't been an attempt at any sort of joke. There was no reason to explain that, though, Crestatia wouldn't care. She rolled her eyes. 「 There is no way to leave the castle before a match has ended. I would suggest regrouping with the others, but it seems the gate has locked and I cannot teleport outside of it - they will have to find us. In the mean time, please help me silence this damned thing. The silence will at least give us some peace of mind until whatever happens happens.」
CRESTATIA TOOK A STEP BACK, CLEARLY TRYING TO MAINTAIN HER COMPOSURE. It didn't seem to be working, though. Her chest was heaving with harsh breaths, and a hand lifted to run through her thick plum hair. Then, without any warning to the rest of them, Crestatia was turned around and running - or sort of weakly teleporting back through the gates of the garden. Annalynne followed her immediately, and Rosaline tagged behind as well. 「 Crestatia, what's going on? What is this bell? And why did the castle start shaking ONLY when we found it. It can't be a coincidence.」 「 It is not.」 Crestatia looked frustrated and reached out to unlock the gate. The latch glowed white hot and the demoness flinched, looking panicked before resuming her calm expression. Annalynne folded her arms across her chest, eyes wide and brows knitted with concern. 「 It is the King of Aether - God. Do you not remember? ... Aah ... Quite a bit ago, about the time games like these were invented, the God of Aether gave us Valen a time limit. A millennia to wrap these sorts of games and declare a new God of Aether.」 「 ... I'm assuming time is up.」 Crestatia gave her a dark look as though to discourage her from speaking again and Annalynne frowned. She knew she was clever and witty and whatnot but that hadn't been an attempt at any sort of joke. There was no reason to explain that, though, Crestatia wouldn't care. She rolled her eyes. 「 There is no way to leave the castle before a match has ended. I would suggest regrouping with the others, but it seems the gate has locked and I cannot teleport outside of it - they will have to find us. In the mean time, please help me silence this damned thing. The silence will at least give us some peace of mind until whatever happens happens.」
『 THE CASTLE BEGINS TO TREMBLE. 』
OOCXXXSETTINGXXXTARGETSXXXINTERESTS SHE DID NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS. Annalynne was purposely antagonizing her, and as much as she would have liked to dragged the witch out of the Hall and take a more violent measure against her, it was impossible. Even worse, there was a mysterious bell resounding through the castle that was interfering with Marina's game, so Annalynne would have to wait. The empty halls were a bit too wide for her liking, and the ceiling was so high that the diamond chandelier candlelight hung over the otherwise dim corridor in a haze. Without turning to see who had followed her, Crestatia followed the sound of the church bell, teleporting just a few feet ahead every time she found the energy to in a weak attempt to leave Annalynne as far behind as possible. Everything was so big and wide and empty it disoriented her. The redundant chime droned on and on, bouncing through the emptiness like a rubber ball. When it became apparent that she was getting no where, she slowed to a stop and took a moment to calm herself. Gracefully, she turned around to face the small group who had followed. ❝Powers are weakened here but not eradicated. Surely one of you has a gift that might prove useful in this predicament?❞ No one stepped forward immediately but after a bit of waiting, the mousy Valen Crestatia recognized as Rosaline stepped up. ❝Yes, I suppose the most logical power to use would be my animal Mimicry. I'll be able to turn into a bat and find the source of the problem, if that will satisfy you ...❞ With a smile, she replied. ❝Of course.❞ Rosaline's attempt did not exactly go as planned ... Instead of transforming completely into a bat, she was only able to sprout small bat-like wings and, luckily, ears. Crestatia truly hated this castle. « ❣ »xxxxxxx Even with Rosalie's help, it took a troublesome amount of time [ that could have been somewhere in the range of an hour or a few days ] to locate the bell. They found it in a colorful garden placed clumsily upon one of the castle's rooftops. The group had found themselves thousands of feet in the air and istill taller towers sprang up from either side of them. Their enormity caused the tall trees that sprouted up unnaturally above the rough limestone tiles beneath them to seem miniature. As they walked a bit further she caught a glimpse of it. Just past a bramble of raspberries rose the bell. Mammoth and almost deafening at this range, especially with the immortal gift of heightened senses, the bell stirred a bit of a panic within Crestatia. Perhaps a bit more than a bit. It was a chord not often strummed within her. A deep, sickening sense of dread that was almost dreamlike - it had been so long since she felt it. There was something familiar about this bell. Where had she seen it? How long had it been? ❝The ... omthi ... ten !!❞ Crestatia could not hear anything Annalynne was saying over the roar of this insufferable chime, but the girl was mouthing off about something and pointing rather frantically at the bell. Deciding now not be the time to ignore the child, Crestatia peered forward to take a better look, avoiding being struck by the violent swings of the bell. There was something engraved. What time? Wait ... ❝ ... Oh, no.❞
SHE DID NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS. Annalynne was purposely antagonizing her, and as much as she would have liked to dragged the witch out of the Hall and take a more violent measure against her, it was impossible. Even worse, there was a mysterious bell resounding through the castle that was interfering with Marina's game, so Annalynne would have to wait. The empty halls were a bit too wide for her liking, and the ceiling was so high that the diamond chandelier candlelight hung over the otherwise dim corridor in a haze. Without turning to see who had followed her, Crestatia followed the sound of the church bell, teleporting just a few feet ahead every time she found the energy to in a weak attempt to leave Annalynne as far behind as possible. Everything was so big and wide and empty it disoriented her. The redundant chime droned on and on, bouncing through the emptiness like a rubber ball. When it became apparent that she was getting no where, she slowed to a stop and took a moment to calm herself. Gracefully, she turned around to face the small group who had followed. ❝Powers are weakened here but not eradicated. Surely one of you has a gift that might prove useful in this predicament?❞ No one stepped forward immediately but after a bit of waiting, the mousy Valen Crestatia recognized as Rosaline stepped up. ❝Yes, I suppose the most logical power to use would be my animal Mimicry. I'll be able to turn into a bat and find the source of the problem, if that will satisfy you ...❞ With a smile, she replied. ❝Of course.❞ Rosaline's attempt did not exactly go as planned ... Instead of transforming completely into a bat, she was only able to sprout small bat-like wings and, luckily, ears. Crestatia truly hated this castle. « ❣ »xxxxxxx Even with Rosalie's help, it took a troublesome amount of time [ that could have been somewhere in the range of an hour or a few days ] to locate the bell. They found it in a colorful garden placed clumsily upon one of the castle's rooftops. The group had found themselves thousands of feet in the air and istill taller towers sprang up from either side of them. Their enormity caused the tall trees that sprouted up unnaturally above the rough limestone tiles beneath them to seem miniature. As they walked a bit further she caught a glimpse of it. Just past a bramble of raspberries rose the bell. Mammoth and almost deafening at this range, especially with the immortal gift of heightened senses, the bell stirred a bit of a panic within Crestatia. Perhaps a bit more than a bit. It was a chord not often strummed within her. A deep, sickening sense of dread that was almost dreamlike - it had been so long since she felt it. There was something familiar about this bell. Where had she seen it? How long had it been? ❝The ... omthi ... ten !!❞ Crestatia could not hear anything Annalynne was saying over the roar of this insufferable chime, but the girl was mouthing off about something and pointing rather frantically at the bell. Deciding now not be the time to ignore the child, Crestatia peered forward to take a better look, avoiding being struck by the violent swings of the bell. There was something engraved. What time? Wait ... ❝ ... Oh, no.❞
