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Post by sesh on Nov 12, 2019 23:31:13 GMT -4
The Hyrule plains begin to ascend as one travels north, climbing into highlings and stony plateaus that then scale into the ever steeper slope of Death Mountain's face. The green grasses grow paler and paler in color until they vanish completely, leaving only the odd dry shrub or bomb flower scattered about. As the soil dries and becomes more arid, even these become an extreme rarity. Sharp crags and cliffs start to replace the sloping dirt, offering perches for odd creatures like fire keese, red chus, and heat-loving goblins. In regards to the heat, its oppressive presence becomes more and more prominent by the step as one approaches the crater above. A red glow consumes the blues of Hyrule's wide skies, and black smoke expelled from Death Mountain's top obscures sight for miles. It is difficult to breath; the mix of thick smog and sulfurous smell is enough to choke even those with iron lungs.
Lately, the ring of smoke slowly circling above Death Mountain has been alight with swirling embers. Something has disturbed the natural order of things.
~~~ Conquering the unforgiving cliffside of Death Mountain was inconsequential to Everest. The Goron were born, lived, and died on these stones, after all, as it was a source of shelter, food, and comfort in equal measures. The warrior's hands found purchase without a conscious thought, sustaining an unwavering stability as he went further upwards at a steady pace. His fiery eyes kept turning up again and again at the halo above his homeland; the burning ring was a mirror reflection of his irises. This was worrisome. He was already late to his appointment at Hyrule Castle, and the timing of this mystery catastrophe had to be more than just inconvenient. Whatever the cause, however, Everest presumed he was the best chance at a quick solution. "It'll only be for a time, young one," Everest tried to explain for the hundredth time, but he couldn't help but betray the sadness in his soul.
"I know..." Mesa responded, though the both knew this was a lie. The tiny Goron rose a hand to his face and gave it a quick wipe, stifling a sniffle.
Everest smiled warmly, kneeling to meet his son at eye level. "Hey now, I need you to be strong." Mesa looked up, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Your mother and sisters still need someone to keep them safe. If I go and leave them with just a baby, I'll be distracted and worrying all the time. You know what I said about distractions in battle, Mesa?"
The young Goron nodded slowly, then puffed up his chest. "A warrior must focus until victory is assured. The enemy is my target until distractions arrive, and then distractions are my enemy. They must be defeated before the battle is won. When a warrior prepares, and defeats his distractions before the battle begins, then the battle is already won. Is that right?"
Everest grinned, and his son did the same like a miniature reflection. The warrior brought his child in close in a warm embrace, holding their hug like two stone statues forever immortalized in this pose. When they reluctantly pulled apart, Everest stood and looked to his mate. "Hillary..." His smiled and shook her head, then moved in to hold her husband tight.
"You are our Champion," Hillary stated as the two looked into each others eyes. "You are our hope. Take with you our love, and you will never fall. Come back to us as soon as you can."The rocky holding gave way and brought Everest's mind back to the task at hand. He quickly regained footing as his previous handhold went tumbling down the mountainside. As he looked about, the Champion could see that his environment had already changed drastically. The earth was too new. He had been this high on the Face of Death before, but the stone this low was ever ancient and unchanging. A soft rock had covered everything now, smooth and hot to the touch. Looking up the side towards the crater, there was no sign of an eruption. The rock further up still held that old, untouched quality Everest was used to. But this place was coating in cooled lava, and only a few days old by the warrior's estimate. He was never the expert, however; that job was left to the Brothers. An entirely unique rock structure protruded from a spot several meters away from Everest's right hand. He tried to analyze its nature, but from that distance he couldn't make up what it was. He climbed aside quickly and brought his eyes just inches from the rock, but within seconds he recoiled in horror. Burnt, coiled fingers of a Goron reached helplessly out of the cooling cliffside. How was such a thing possible, Everest thought. Goron were known to bathe in the fires of Death Mountain, using the magma pools deep within as other races used hot springs. A scorched Goron was not a thing thought possible. The thought brought about a sudden morbid feeling in Everest that he wanted to turn away from the sight, but his curiosity got the best of him. He looked up along the rest of the wall, and to his dismay such an image was not the anomaly. Various limbs and faces pressed outwards from the volcano's side as if carved by some macabre sculptor. While these features only showed up occasionally at this altitude, Everest peered up once again and saw that their frequency was only increasing. Metal claws, drills, hammers, and other tools were also sprinkled about the broiled corpses. Trying to find some sort of pattern amidst the mindless slaughter, the Champion soon found that the massacre was most intensely focused about a single epicenter. He climbed once more, unfortunately needing to use the random burnt body parts as footholds upon the smooth surface. Approaching the center of the brutal site, Everest could see that an opening in the side of the mountain revealed itself. In the dozens of times he had traversed this specific spot, the Goron warrior could not recall a cavern anywhere remotely nearby. He crawled over the lip of the cave's opening and leaned himself against the wall, gasping for fresh air in hopes it would flush out the horrible images from his mind. A ruddy glow throbbed from inside the gaping tunnel before him. A thick heat accompanied this red light, its intensity even making a burly Goron like Everest feel stuffy. Rising to his feet, the Champion reached back and pulled loose the warhammer strapped on his back. He brought it forth and looked at the weapon for a moment, its mythical nature still overwhelming Everest every time he gazed upon it. The Megaton Hammer. Slayer of Vovalgia, savior of the Goron. It was an artifact of great importance to the people of Death Mountain, and now it was Everest's responsibility to wield. The pressure was great, and at first it was a crushing weight upon Everest's back. These days, however, the Champion was beginning to truly embrace the role. Everyone was expecting great things from him, after all. And now he had a family that needed protection. Being a starstruck child was no longer an option. "So you've come."Everest jumped to alert, though he could not find the source of the voice. It seemed like it was everywhere and nowhere, yet he could feel a great aura pulsating from deep inside the cavern. Nevertheless, the Champion recognized the voice's owner. "Krakatoa!" the warrior bellowed, his deep voice shaking the walls of the cave. "What has happened here? Is this your doing? Come out and face my judgment, for I've been sent to settle this matter!"A dry chuckle was sent back as response, hollow and thin at first but growing in magnitude as it echoed from deep within the mountain. "I think not, son of Maunaloa," the voice responded, Everest chilled by the warped nature of Krakatoa's timbre. "Nephew, I have someone that you need to meet. Please, come inside. I have answers for you here. Oh, yes. Byeheheheh." The horrible chuckle sounded once again, and Everest could sense the voice retreat back into the volcano's depths once more. Tightening his grip upon the Megaton, he began his descent to hold Krakatoa accountable. |
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Post by sesh on Nov 18, 2019 10:27:27 GMT -4
The winding tunnel grew wider and hotter with every turn, its cobbled rocky walls turning smooth and slick from the heat. Everest began to feel the ground give way slightly with the weight of his steps, taking on a near molten state. His Goron nature hinted to small streams of magma flowing all around the cave, and the Goron Champion knew he was diving into the belly of Death Mountain itself. The experience gave Everest the impression he was hiking through the gullet of a giant dragon as the heat coming from within was greater than anything he had ever known. The red light from within seemed to be the source, its unsettling aura mingling with the smoke and steam whirling about the underground halls. Everest pushed forward. "Your father... I believe he's dead."
Everest shook his head. The words were ridiculous, nonsensical, though somehow he couldn't help but know they were true. "Impossible," the warrior denied, holding back a fierce rage. The other Gorons in the room could feel the wrath from their hero and stepped back in concern, but the chief was resolute. "He took all of our power to bring back my uncle. He has no allies. He is trapped in his hole, and no amount of tinkering, testing, or whatever the hell he does can stop that. What do you mean my father is dead?"
The chief was stoic, but even he couldn't help but turn away his gaze. There was a deep sadness in his deep wrinkles, and Everest couldn't help but be calmed by the great elder's dire face. "The hills and cliffs are silent," the chief replied, his deep tone filled with insight. "I heard terrible cries across the Face of Death, and then there was nothing. No one had returned. There should be marching, and cheer, and celebration. But the Mountain is too quiet. Krakatoa has done something. Broken the very laws that keep this world together. I fear for the lives of us, and for the rest that live in the shadow of our great home. Everest... you must stop him. Please."The Goron leader's words sent a chill through Everest's body despite the heat surrounding him. Their ruler had always been the most sturdy of Hyrule's sovereignty, as far as Everest had known, and yet there was such a vulnerability in his plea. The Champion didn't want to believe anything he had said, but every moment was only confirming that the doubts were made in denial. How could Krakatoa have broken the laws of nature, Everest wondered. His thoughts grew cloudy in the thick smog of the cavern, each stride forward growing more sluggish. But Everest was the mightiest of the Goron, and he would not fall where all others might. Turning another corner, the red light grew to a blinding brilliance. As Everest's eyes adjusted, he could finally see the source. The Champion stood in a great hole in the side of a manufactured chamber, with signs of a strong blast showing stress on the flat metal that made up the room's walls. Its ceiling was vaulted with many pipes running across the ceiling, each finding one end on the roof itself with another on the floor after winding down the sides of the walls. Fixtures made of glass and obsidian were strewn about the floor haphazardly, each seeming to have fit together at one point but thrown about in some sort of apparent scuffle. Their make was of Goron and Hylian mix, if Everest guessed right, with perhaps Sheikah influence as well (though the Champion wasn't very knowledgeable about such things). Instruments of the Cairnkeep Brothers Institute, as most Gorons would recognize. Everest found his attention drawn almost immediately to his right as the entire wall had been torn out to bare rock beneath. Magma ran along the stone like veins under flesh, pulsing the lifeblood of Death Mountain itself into the mineral. The rocks were unusually dark, as if scorched by showing no sign of heat damage. Metal alloy plates had been fixed upon this black stone in various places, and Everest's Goron eyes revealed their advanced composition to him. Several holes appeared to be drilled into the rock wall, exposing the pools of lava beneath. However, where physics would normally have this spilling onto the floor of the laboratory, the molten pools were held static in place. Before the black wall of rock stood a figure familiar to Everest, his back turned to the arriving Champion. "My child," said the aging Goron, his body abhorrently thin and warped for one of his kin. "It has been too long. I'm sorry for the mess; I would have tidied up if I had known we would be having company."Everest stepped from the hole in the wall, his fiery eyes fixed on Krakatoa. Still, in his peripheral, he could see the red light shining from high upon the exposed rock wall before the scientist. "We?" the Champion repeated, unsure of the meaning. He continued without response. "There is much for you to answer for, uncle. What have you done with my father? What has happened to this place? Please, I know we've never been close but... but I need you to help me understand. Please tell me that everything I've heard, everything I've seen is wrong. I cannot accept that you've turned on us, on your people!"The two stood in silence, Everest holding the Megaton Hammer tightly in anticipation. Krakatoa still faced away, his eyes scanning the dark rock before him with some unknown fascination. As the Champion was about to speak again, he was interrupted. "My people?" Krakatoa repeated, his voice filled with venom. He turned on the spot to face Everest, and the latter cringed with repulsion. His uncle was deformed, twisted into a creature largely unlike the Goron. A thick stone flesh had grown all over like a disease, cracking at the joints to expose red-hot, paper-thin skin beneath. There was an eerie similarity between the magma pulsing through the wall behind him and whatever it was that was running beneath Krakatoa's exterior. He looked upon Everest with a sickening pride, as if proud to be revealing his abominable new form. "No, I think not," Krakatoa continued, his pale eyes swirling with color as if replaced with two opals. "The Goron are relics of the past. They are obsolete. You belong now to something entirely useless. I tried to convince Vesuvius, you know. He was always very open-minded, despite his age. But he cursed me for my ingenuity. Spat in my face for looking into the future. The old man was too set in his ways. And he firmly cemented his place as my first obstacle. Shame it took so little effort to bury the blind geezer. And then your father had to look into it, the curious bastard, and so-""Be silent!" Everest roared, arching back and slamming his hammer on the ground. The room shook with a violent tremor as pipes cascaded from above and all the glass in the lab exploded. Krakatoa was sent to the ground with a thud, and lava began to stream down the walls where the pipes were burst. Sparks and smoke rose from the broken machinery, and chaos of the laboratory's destruction had doubled. Everest stomped forward with an animal rage, the intent of murder in his eyes. He rose the Megaton above his head, and stared down on his uncle with a distraught fury. "How could you?" Everest cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks only to be turned to steam in a second. "They were your brothers! We were a family, and we share the same blood! And now you force my hand to commit this same crime that you've performed twice now! I will see to it that your legacy is wiped from all memory, while your brothers are immortalized by the people they sought to protect! Your time has come, Krakatoa!""NO!" Krakatoa boomed, his voice joined with a sonic wave pushing the mighty Everest back across the chamber. The Champion slammed against the distant wall, leaving a crater of bent metal upon impact. As he struggled onto his feet, he looked back to the mad scientist in anger. Reaching down to grab his legs, he curled his body into a sphere and shot forward with frightening speed. Spikes sprung from the Champion as he rolled forward, becoming like the head of a morning star being swung at its target. Just a foot before impact, the blast of energy erupted from Krakatoa once more. No, from behind him. Everest was thrown back again, slamming in nearly the same spot as he had before. Shaking off the daze from the throw, he faced Krakatoa once more. Almost immediately, he wrath turned to shock. The red light sprung to life on the wall, focusing into a great occulus that scanned with room with an infernal glare. Beneath it two smaller orbs of crimson fire melted through the black stone, each looking around identically but both separate from the giant eye above. The rock cracked wide beneath and split into a gaping mouth with sharp teeth of obsidian lining its borders like stalactites and stalagmites. Seams along the wall were sliced open by the magma running beneath, splitting from the wall and fall forward as if to collapse onto Krakatoa who stood motionless before it. As the rock pulled away, a river of lava poured out from the Mountain's gut and began to flood the room. The rock that seemed to be falling onto Krakatoa stopped midair before it so, and Everest could now truly see what was before him. A creature with a life of its own towered behind Krakatoa, its body made of black rock and its blood of manipulated magma. The colossus reached down and wrapped its boulder-like digits around the monstrous scientist, lifting Krakatoa up to its shoulder. The lava had reached Everest's waist as it quickly was filling the lab, but it hadn't yet reached the giant golem's ankles. "I think not," Krakatoa proclaimed, insanity forming each syllable. "I am so pleased that you two will finally meet! Say hello to your cousin, Everest; my son, Magneous, the Consuming Inferno!" The three eyes of the titan all swung forward at once, each planted firmly onto Everest. Their red gaze pierced Everest's thick, stony skin, boiling the very blood in his veins. The stare alone gaze off a heat a hundred times more fierce than the pool of lava filling the room they stood in. "This... what is..." Everest could feel his consciousness slipping away. The presence of the stone monster was entirely overwhelming, and he felt like just standing before it was draining his very spirit. "You look to doom us all..." Everest continued, trying to shake off the stunning aura. He could hear his uncle cackling wildly above, and the nasty laugh reinvigorated the Champion. "I will not let you continue with these evil ambitions!" Everest shouted, pulling the Megaton Hammer out of the lava and charging forward. Neither the golem nor its master seemed to respond, but Everest knew his opportunities to attack were quickly diminishing. The legendary warrior grabbed hold of the golem's thick leg and propelled himself upwards with impressive strength, launching into the air until at the same height as the construct's head and Krakatoa's perch. He pulled back with the powerful Megaton and brought it forward, its target the colossus' red occulus. A sickening crack filled the room in an instance, however, and the top of the golem's head swung back like a boa. It was too late for Everest to redirect his attack, and now before him was the fiery abyss of Magneous's throat. The Megaton Hammer caught on the lip of the pit, but only its handle touched and so the weapon burst into several sharps and plunged into the lava at the golem's feet. The last thing Everest heard as he plunged into the dark heat of the giant's gut was the sickening laughter of his uncle. The last hope of the Goron was consumed beneath the belly of Death Mountain. |
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Post by Meta on Nov 18, 2019 21:14:22 GMT -4
A lone kargarok soared through the hot air of the mountain, circling near its peak. In its talons it held a shimmering, polished orb. It spent a few minutes in this manner, then began its descent to a point further away from the deadly caldera, between it and the Goron settlement below. In this rocky vantage point a gerudo was crouching down, covered in protective gear to spare her the dangers of the heat.
She lowered her telescope and opened her hand, letting the bird drop the orb then land beside her. Stowing away the orb on a leather bag, she then took out a notebook, being careful to not let it near any of the embers in the air. 'Second excursion, one Goron. More tremors. Status Unknown, unable to get a visual within the mountain. Personal note: If we presume the first excursion to be dead, and we assume there's a pattern to these tremors, the lone Goron may well be dead.'
The gerudo sighed, as she carefully ripped the page from the notebook and put it together with a small pile of them she had within the bag. This job was tedious, and she never expected she'd go to a place where she would actually miss the desert's noontime heat.
She took the papers and rolled them up and stuffed them in a little metal cylinder, giving it a firm twist so it'd click and lock. Looking to the kargarok, which was now picking at its wing with its beak, she caressed the bird's head. "Let's hope this gets his attention, then we may get some action instead of sitting around all day." She joked, securing the cylinder on the kargarok's leg then feeding it a treat.
"Rova, take it to the boys down in Ternio, okay?" She asked, receiving a caw from the kargarok before the beast took flight.
With that dealt, she stood up from her position and adjusted herself so she was sitting at the ledge of the vantage point, kicking her legs and looking at the sights below, but keeping her hands firmly planted back so she wouldn't fall off if another tremor happened.
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Post by NajaSide on Nov 20, 2019 4:35:55 GMT -4
As it turned out, the Gerudo was not alone in her observation of the events which unfolded, though from afar this figure stood. Their arms held close to their chest, they couldn't help but silently drum their fingers along the shaft of the scepter clenched in hand in grim contemplation.
It was for certain an unfortunate turn of events, but with this laid back position they are allowed... they could not continue to proceed in this manner. Not without some sort of impetus to take them in the right direction. Even if they had to be dragged along, kicking and screaming.
"...Ah, but that would be too cruel. It's not like they're being asked to operate without assistance. Chosen as they are, they have yet to receive their blessings." They paused, taking a deep breath. A sickeningly sweet scent filled their nose. Better than the alternative that the mountain provided. "Shall we call this their initiation test then?" It was a musing to none but themself.
In any case, there was much to still do. Before long, there will yet be much ado about everything, and there was much to accomplish before 'everything' came to be. The onlooker turned away, holding up their scepter.
From a distance, it would seem a billowing of volcanic steam had poured over from one of the mountainside vents, but from up close, the hidden shape of a towering gear placed within the mountainside was far more readily apparent. With a tap of their scepter upon its face, it opened up into an impossibly vast, endless corridor, and with their departure through it, the gear once more vanished from the rock wall.
Krakatoa's laughter echoed, growing, booming, doubling back and forth from the rear of the cave to the front and back again. The more the laughs overlapped, the more evident it grew that Krakatoa was not the only one present to find humor in the scene that had unfolded. From near the cave entrance, a shape shifted in the shadows, an elderly heavyset Goron. "Kyahahaha! Ohoho... I have let the situation get the better of me. Family reunions, huh? They never go well."
They stepped further into the cavern, arms outstretched at Magneous, admiring the brilliance of the living talus the loomed above. The more they drew into the light under Magneous's radiance, the clearer the form of the Goron became. As powerful as they were shaped, they paled in the shadow of Krakatoa and his son, almost gaunt as limestone.
"I should apologize! For dropping in uninvited." The intruder lowered their arms. Grabbing at their chest, their body grew limp, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The body bent forward, falling away, but before it could reach the ground, it was snatched out of the air by a ringed hand. Though bony and rotten, the ghastly talon seemed to have no trouble gripping the enormous shape. It lifted the vessel up, tucking it away to the insides of the connecting shawl till all signs of it had all but vanished, as if the goron had never been there. The cloaked figure chuckled. "But, heh, how could you blame me. Resisting the show of such a spectacular demise of the gorons' once-greatest warrior? That wouldn't be fair." |
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Post by sesh on Nov 23, 2019 4:12:53 GMT -4
Clearing his throat with a guttural cough, Krakatoa turned his deformed head down upon the new arrival. "I figured you'd still be stalking by halls here, stranger," the Goron replied, watching unfazed as the cloaked figure discarded their false vessel. The researcher placed a gentle hand on his creation's neck, whispering an unheard command into the colossus's ear. The flowing stream of lava coming from the wall froze in an instance, as if suddenly shifting from extreme heat to extreme cold. Magneous's cobbled fist ground against itself, powdery dust raining from its clenched hand from the intense pressure. At once the molten pool within the laboratory receded back from whence it came as if time itself was reversed, but the damage had been done to the chamber. Though the room was now littered with the demolition of Krakatoa's equipment, all of the lava had been returned to its origin in the depths of Death Mountain. With a wave of its massive hand, Magneous hardened the open wall and many holes about the room; with this the lava was sealed one more and the flood had ended.
At the whim of the next command from its master, Magneous wrapped its black fingers about Krakatoa and gingerly brought him to the hot metal floor below. Its gargantuan red eye turned suddenly and focused on the newcomer, devoid of any emotion. "You have proven your word through your gift, I suppose," the scientist commented dryly, gesturing to the infernal red occulus. "I admit, I had nothing but doubts about you and your offer. It's very fortunate for you that I found myself in such desperate times, otherwise I think even my son in his... lesser state... would have been forced to see you out." Krakatoa offered the strange figure a smile, though it was empty of any true affection. "And it is true. Everest was possibly the largest obstacle of my ambitions, and we can all be glad he is gone. Let it be said that I am a generous man, as I will find the means to return this favor of yours in a manner I consider... adequate."
Turning to face the result of his many efforts, Krakatoa's expression turned from one of apathy to one of actual joy. "Magneous, my boy." He stepped forward, placing a hand on a great, stony trunk of a leg. "Thank our friend here, please."
The giant golem's shifting body groaned loudly from the weight as it fell to one knee, shaking the entire setting violently. Its face leaned down towards the cloaked stranger, its movement more quick than one might expect of a being its size. While the large crimson orb upon its forehead oft emitted an oppressive aura of domination, its power seemed quelled in this moment. Two smaller eyes shone brightly from beneath, each looking curiously upon the odd arrival. A hot breath poured copiously from the wide mouth carved into its visage, its magnitude like sticking ones face directly into a blacksmith's forge. Then suddenly the construct spoke, its voice explosive and harsh like the eruptions of the mountain they stood within.
"YOUR EFFORTS ARE NOTED.
CONTINUE EXPRESSING VALUE.
DENIAL WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED."
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Post by NajaSide on Jan 5, 2020 5:57:53 GMT -4
The cloaked stranger curled a hand up to the maw of their hood, a smile just visible behind the talon. Though they seemed unfazed by the oppressive heat that Magneous emitted, as he withdrew his power over the cavern and its innards began to chill, the wispy shape of their form grew ever more fluid, more lively. Well, perhaps lively wasn't quite the right term, the way their rotten appearance seemed to almost suggest a lack of it to begin with. Perhaps, why they thrived ever so much more as the heat was drawn away.
They let out a scoff.
"Am I still such a stranger to you, even now? I would think at least an acquaintance." Floating closer, they held up a hand. "I know! You need my name still. I'll admit it, it was very rude of me not to provide. Disgusting of me. My apologies." They smiled. The smile was probably more disgusting. "Call me Pyroma."
The wizard waved off the scientist's words with a bit of a frown. "Please, please, what doubts aren't there to have: A foreigner offering assistance in a time of need- when wouldn't that be a time ripe for someone to be taken advantage of? Were I a complete monster." Pyroma dismissed the concept. "But honestly, what a vision you have. Take that vision and treat it as my reward. Not like much else would do me good. Look at me," they said with a laugh.
They very nearly began to speak again, but instead held their silence as Magneous knelt down close to them. Clasping their hands together, Pyroma leaned forward ever so slightly, looking back into the talus's own gaze, eye to eye. What power he had, what power he held. So much strength, so much energy in such a small shard. It truly was a wonder what power that occulus contained.
"And that I shall indeed."
The wizard held up a finger.
"Speaking of which. I'm sure I can make myself useful to you, even in this little visit."
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Post by sesh on Jan 7, 2020 7:15:18 GMT -4
The crimson occulus shone with a familiar light before the wizard's presence, though Magneous stared on motionlessly as if frozen in time. Krakatoa stepped forth and placed a gentle hand on the goliath, instantly conjuring a reaction in the giant. It rose from its kneeling pose to a rigid stance with surprising speed, its shifting accompanied by grinding stone and rumbling earth. "I must say, I still find you to be quite strange," Krakatoa said with a curious glance towards his guest. Such curiosity had lead them to this point, with his fellow researchers and mighty Champion fallen before him. It had proven to be a useful tool. "Though perhaps the title of 'stranger' becomes less and less apt by the moment... Pyroma."
The malformed Goron turned his efforts to a broken piece of machinery nearby, his hands going to work on repairs as if machines themselves. Magneous's oppressive gaze turned away from the wizard and fell onto its creator. None present posed a threat at the moment, and neither scientist nor magician seemed to suffer the effects of the colossus's aura. The great golem stood with a lifeless stillness, though still infernal magma pumped rapidly through its massive body. "Excuse me if I do not jump with joy at the many gifts you seem compelled to shower me with," Krakatoa said with his eyes on his work, his voice neither warm nor cold. "I am far too used to my success being earned through unparalleled effort and peerless intellect. I am still growing accustomed to my new life with a mysterious benefactor. I am not so foolish to turn down such obvious advantages; if you have more use to reveal, reveal it."
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Post by NajaSide on Jan 12, 2020 2:28:13 GMT -4
What a glorious power indeed. It was such a wonder that it had all so neatly been packed into such a magnificently compact form. It always had the potential to grow unstable and become so mighty and so destructive. Though, it wasn't as if anyone wouldn't know that, knowing the nature of fire and flame, what lived in the depths of the occulus. The spirit and might of such a grand lineage, it's strength almost limitless, returned once again to the heart of the mountain, where it belonged.
A smile spread across the wizard's face. "I find it does well to normalize the strange." It truly pleased him to see Krakatoa's trust in him grow.
And how much more effectively they would be able to operate in this way. Such a powerful ally he would be too... Truly, he too bore the spirit of fire on his back.
He let the silence hold for a moment, allowing Krakatoa to work away at his machinery. An organizer knew better than to distract another scholar from their work. When the other addressed Pyroma again, he laughed a little. "Perhaps then, this is fate's little way of finally delivering on your hard work. A much deserved reward." He shrugged his arms outward, his bony fingers outstretched almost like spider's legs.
"In any case: my gift of information."
A shadowy, oversized talon stretched out from beneath Pyroma's robes, holding itself flat between them. One hand passed over the other, pouring a thick oozing substance onto the wide palm and he whipped his hand over it, shaping it into seven figures, six of which stood in a circle around the final form.
"The King of Light who rules below has gathered under his guiding hand a cadre of warriors. Champions from all across the land to fight at his behest. Now I'm sure you already know of this, family matters and all."
He looked across at Krakatoa over the figures, slowly shifting the talon about. He reached out and plucked one of the little figures up. It hung limply there in his hand.
"And fortunately, that cuts one of them right out of the picture."
The shape dissolved in his grasp, oil slick dripping down his fingers. His eye shifted down to the others that remained.
"But the problems that remains– the problems that's left. Not too long from now, they will have gathered together, and at this time they will learn of their fallen comrade. They will ready themselves to avenge him. Sheikah, Gerudo, Rito, Lokomo, and Hylian; and among them you must be aware: there will be one dog who has lay claim to the blade of gods.
"I say this not to concern you, of course, but so you'll know just what to expect. But will they know, of how you will be prepared for them." He clenched the talon between the two of them and withdrew it back into himself. "Well, how could they?"
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Post by sesh on Jan 21, 2020 5:53:24 GMT -4
The occulus crowning Magneous's brow reacted to Pyroma's observations with a flashing gleam. Beneath the tempered glass of the eye swirled a demonic ether of unknown mysticism. Alien shapes and terrible silhouettes danced within the crimson substance contained inside, the mesmerizing movements within the occulus present in stark contrast to the golem's unmoving shape. Magneous stood to the side frozen in time, its gaze turned back towards the mysterious magician once more. It seemed, however, that the colossus's attention was not audience to the current happenings in the room. It was as if the giant's mind was on another plane of reality entirely.
Krakatoa finished his tinkering and scrutinized his work sharply. Several moments passed before he took his deformed hands from the research equipment, satisfied with the repairs he had made. Shifting his eyes to the Pyroma's demonstration, the scientist knelt closer and squinted with a cold glare. "To be expected, I suppose," he responded, his focus bouncing from one figure to another before lingering upon the Hylian. "A necessary obstacle. I think no response at all would be the greatest surprise His Royal Ape could muster up. So at least we're not caught unaware."
Breaking his gaze to look upon Pyroma directly, Krakatoa's monstrous visage contorted with cruel glee. "That foolish brute Everest was swallowed whole in an instant like a plump grape. I'm struggling to conjure up worry about the rest of Hyrule's paragons." The twisted genius eyed Magneous briefly, his sadistic joy melting away into a more somber expression. Finally, he looked back to Pyroma. "History will not find us victims of hubris, however. I agree wholeheartedly that preparations must be made, no matter how great or meager the threat. What do you have in mind, my newest friend?"
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Post by NajaSide on Apr 2, 2020 2:28:17 GMT -4
Though he did not move from his place, the wizard's attention was briefly drawn away toward the talus looming above them. Pyroma stared into its blank, soulless visage. Well, no. Perhaps soulless wasn't the right way to put it. After all, without soul, truly none of this would be possible, and the soul binding all of this together... Why what darkness it bore, what fire danced within it, what power it contained to create such a monstrosity!
Not even he knew its actual origin. Truly, what might did it hold?
Krakatoa was right to feel little concern for whatever little power these champions might bring to the table. No matter what sort of weapons they may have, they would need more than a miracle for them to ever match– much less topple –such a terrific creature, and the scientist was certainly bright enough to know that. But Pyroma was cold and calculating. No matter how slim the chances were, if even the remotest hope existed that they would be able to wreak havoc upon these plans, then those hopes must be dashed, extinguished, torn from their eyes.
At the very least, the both of them understood this.
The wizard turned his gaze back to his fellow conspirator. "No need to look so dour. The answer is really quite simple." He cracked a smile. "All we have to do is ensure that when they finally arrive, they come under-prepared. They'll already know it's you behind it all– but how did you accomplish it? They don't know what sort of firepower you have at your side just yet.
"It is for that exact reason that they'll send a scout ahead of time. Prepare them with route information, alert them of area conditions, blah, blah, blah." He waved a hand somewhat dismissively. "And of course, they'll have to figure out: just how on earth was their champion killed? And when our little recon man comes along, we must ensure the truth they come to understand prepares them for something entirely different.
"What we have to do is put on a show to convince them that it was by your very power alone."
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