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towerofanimus2013-01-26 07:35 am
ajealouswind) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-26 07:35 am
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01 - There Are No Words
Characters: Kain Highwind and you
Setting: The dorms (Room 4-18), the workshop (Floor 15), and higher still (Floor 36)
Format: Prose to start, will follow whichever you prefer.
Summary: Kain awakens, and takes it upon himself to explore the tower.
Warnings: None
The moment that Kain was free from the sleep paralysis, he threw his covers aside and sprang from the bed. This wasn't where he had fallen asleep. This wasn't Mount Ordeals. He began to pat himself down, bewildered that his clothes were gone and replaced, and only halted when his hand found the collar around his neck. "What the..." He gave it a light tug. Then another. Then a much harder one, to absolutely no result other than some discomfort. Alright. Alright, never mind that, then. There was no use picking at something that produced no results when there other things to explore and examine. Like the locker at the foot of the bed he had just bounded from.
He knelt before it, found the latch, flipped it open, and immediately cried out in shock and disappointment. There was his Holy Lance... and it was shattered. Broken into pieces, and wedged awkwardly in the locker on the diagonal. At a loss for words and heedless, for the moment, of anyone in the room or out in the hall, he pulled the upper piece free and stared, jaw-slack. Anger and resolve would come shortly. But for now, dismay and disappointment gripped him.
-
There had been a handful of explanations and a bowlful of oatmeal, and then Kain was left to his own devices. And that was fine by him. If nothing was harassing him and there were no demands on his time, he'd explore. He'd test the limits of this place, and he'd find a way out, certainly.
Although having it out with a warren of excessively vicious rabbits on the forest floor made him rue not having a weapon. He had immediately determined that he would find something to fight with... and how fortunate that, not long later, he had come across a workshop. He didn't know enough about blacksmithing to possibly make repairs to his own spear. It was a relic. It was special. Someone with actual skill and talent ought to attempt such a thing. But surely he could fashion himself something acceptably functional. There were lengths of wood, there was metal that he could bring to a sharp edge and mount on the end... yes, that'd do for now. If you're passing through or if you're here to do a bit of work of your own, you'll find the dragoon busy at work sawing and sanding wood, or shaping and sharpening metal.
-
Kain's exploration of the tower had, thus far, been nothing that he couldn't handle. What few monsters he had encountered proved to be little issue, now that he had something to fight them with. Perhaps his improvised spear wasn't the best, but skill could compensate for equipment quality. And so he had slain the occasional strange creature, vaulted over the walls of a garden maze, wandered past rooms of unfamiliar objects and equipment, and resisted ill compulsions and urges all the way to the... what floor was this? He had lost count. It was over thirty floors that he had crossed, at least. Perhaps forty? No, surely not that many.
Whatever the case and whatever the height, the staircase up this far was crumbled and even missing in places. Not that it would be a problem for him. A few deft jumps and he'd be well on to the next floor. With a faint huff of amusement he crouched, recoiled, and sprang into a leap that he was sure would clear at least two sections of gapped stairway.
"Aaa-aaaah!" He had misjudged greatly, for suddenly his ability to leap and jump and soar had failed him. He had barely gotten enough distance to clear that first missing set of steps, and even then he only landed on the crumbling edge of the next solid bit of ground. His left foot lost it's grip, then his right failed to find any solid purchase, and then he was falling.
Kain's quick reflexes served him well. Out spun the wooden spear he had carved for himself, and it caught on both sides of the gap that he had slipped between. It also bent alarmingly far, but for the moment, it was holding. And Kain was holding, too, one-handed, legs kicking, head swimming with shock. This couldn't happen. This shouldn't happen. He knew the skies, he could leap like no other, but then...
"...damn!" The wooden spear gave a sharp crack, and it brought his thoughts back into focus. He could lament his apparent loss later. For now, he'd have to get back on solid ground, or there would be no time left to lament anything.
Setting: The dorms (Room 4-18), the workshop (Floor 15), and higher still (Floor 36)
Format: Prose to start, will follow whichever you prefer.
Summary: Kain awakens, and takes it upon himself to explore the tower.
Warnings: None
The moment that Kain was free from the sleep paralysis, he threw his covers aside and sprang from the bed. This wasn't where he had fallen asleep. This wasn't Mount Ordeals. He began to pat himself down, bewildered that his clothes were gone and replaced, and only halted when his hand found the collar around his neck. "What the..." He gave it a light tug. Then another. Then a much harder one, to absolutely no result other than some discomfort. Alright. Alright, never mind that, then. There was no use picking at something that produced no results when there other things to explore and examine. Like the locker at the foot of the bed he had just bounded from.
He knelt before it, found the latch, flipped it open, and immediately cried out in shock and disappointment. There was his Holy Lance... and it was shattered. Broken into pieces, and wedged awkwardly in the locker on the diagonal. At a loss for words and heedless, for the moment, of anyone in the room or out in the hall, he pulled the upper piece free and stared, jaw-slack. Anger and resolve would come shortly. But for now, dismay and disappointment gripped him.
-
There had been a handful of explanations and a bowlful of oatmeal, and then Kain was left to his own devices. And that was fine by him. If nothing was harassing him and there were no demands on his time, he'd explore. He'd test the limits of this place, and he'd find a way out, certainly.
Although having it out with a warren of excessively vicious rabbits on the forest floor made him rue not having a weapon. He had immediately determined that he would find something to fight with... and how fortunate that, not long later, he had come across a workshop. He didn't know enough about blacksmithing to possibly make repairs to his own spear. It was a relic. It was special. Someone with actual skill and talent ought to attempt such a thing. But surely he could fashion himself something acceptably functional. There were lengths of wood, there was metal that he could bring to a sharp edge and mount on the end... yes, that'd do for now. If you're passing through or if you're here to do a bit of work of your own, you'll find the dragoon busy at work sawing and sanding wood, or shaping and sharpening metal.
-
Kain's exploration of the tower had, thus far, been nothing that he couldn't handle. What few monsters he had encountered proved to be little issue, now that he had something to fight them with. Perhaps his improvised spear wasn't the best, but skill could compensate for equipment quality. And so he had slain the occasional strange creature, vaulted over the walls of a garden maze, wandered past rooms of unfamiliar objects and equipment, and resisted ill compulsions and urges all the way to the... what floor was this? He had lost count. It was over thirty floors that he had crossed, at least. Perhaps forty? No, surely not that many.
Whatever the case and whatever the height, the staircase up this far was crumbled and even missing in places. Not that it would be a problem for him. A few deft jumps and he'd be well on to the next floor. With a faint huff of amusement he crouched, recoiled, and sprang into a leap that he was sure would clear at least two sections of gapped stairway.
"Aaa-aaaah!" He had misjudged greatly, for suddenly his ability to leap and jump and soar had failed him. He had barely gotten enough distance to clear that first missing set of steps, and even then he only landed on the crumbling edge of the next solid bit of ground. His left foot lost it's grip, then his right failed to find any solid purchase, and then he was falling.
Kain's quick reflexes served him well. Out spun the wooden spear he had carved for himself, and it caught on both sides of the gap that he had slipped between. It also bent alarmingly far, but for the moment, it was holding. And Kain was holding, too, one-handed, legs kicking, head swimming with shock. This couldn't happen. This shouldn't happen. He knew the skies, he could leap like no other, but then...
"...damn!" The wooden spear gave a sharp crack, and it brought his thoughts back into focus. He could lament his apparent loss later. For now, he'd have to get back on solid ground, or there would be no time left to lament anything.
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"Hello." He gives a slight nod of his own in kind. "Might I be of assistance?" His tone is even, but there's the slightest hint of uncertainty to his expression. Which is currently quite easy to read, seeing as he has taken off his helm and tied back his hair.