Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 10, 2014 20:43:58 GMT -6
Thunder and lightning shook the sky and the ground as a lone hooded figure walked up the grounds. Several guards stood in front of the large wooden door. The guards followed the figure as he approached.
"Are you the monk?" One of them piped up. The figure nodded. "I am he."
The guards opened the door and motioned for him to enter. Azrael followed their pointing.
He walked through the large and cold castle. The rain pounded against the castle harshly as he rounded a corner and down a flight of stairs.
He reached the dungeon and grabbed a lit torch off the wall and lowered his hood to allow his red eyes to pierce the dark.
"I sense... nothing. Is this poe nonexistent... or extremely powerful that it can mask it's spiritual energies..." Azrael wondered aloud as he passed empty prisons. Some held bones that belonged to beast or man. Others held people who muttered madly to themselves.
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Eldrin/Vai
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Aug 10, 2014 21:32:36 GMT -6
Throughout the cold, damp and dark dungeon, a long, sorrowful moan echoed, reverberating off of the walls and filling the hearts of the living with icy horror... at least, he hoped so. It seemed pretty scary to him. Plus, between the moaning and his badass poe costume, there was no way anybody didn't think he was a ghost.
"Oh great, here he comes again..."
"Does he really think he's scaring anyone?"
"The guards sure seem to think he's real."
"That's 'cause the guards are half as retarded as he is."
He ignored the prisoners' muttered conversations... probably gossiping about how horrified they were. Somewhere outside, almost completely muffled, lightning crackled and thunder rumbled across the sky. He decided to throw in a good haunting laugh, using his deepest, scariest voice.
"Is he choking?"
He knew, as he slipped around the corner where the guards and their guest stood, that all his victims could see was in the scant light of his lantern.
"He literally stole that lantern from a guard... how could they think it's supernatural?"
As the guards fled in screaming terror, he couldn't help but to chuckle... only the guest remained, probably too scared to move.
"Hey look at that... the monk don't give not one single fuck about our little... ahem... poe."
He knew as he grew closer, his victim would be subjected to more and more of his grand and horrible visage. It was almost to much for a mere mortal to witness. Tattered robes and moth eaten cloths, splattered in what could only be blood, wrapped around the ghostly nothingness of the poe inside.
"He does realize that spilling wine on curtains and wrapping himself up just makes him look ridiculous... right?"
And finally, there was his horrible face, skeletal and monstrous, the face of a man long dead. Or perhaps... the face of death itself.
"He looks like a child that tried to paint himself up like a kitty..."
He stopped. And he stared. And he waited. But his victim didn't run... and his victim did not scream...
"Holy fuckin' Din, man! C'mon, you're not even a little scared?" Eldrin complained loudly, casually walking forward and raising the lantern over his head so that he could smash it over this guy's skull. It just as he was about to do just that, when he saw the glint of red in the man's eyes. "Azrael?" the thief threw off his robes and grabbed his cousin in a giant embrace. "Cousin! I haven't seen you since you dragged me into that barfight in Kakariko!" Eldrin said... though the event was more like, the thief got chased out of a bar and down the street by a mob, which he then led to the graveyard. Of course, at that point, he chilled on a tombstone, drinking stolen liquor and watching his cousin kick a great multitude of asses.
"Watcha doin' down here? Did you hear about the treasure too?" he asked, apparently unaware that he was still holding the monk in a (now quite awkward) hug.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 11, 2014 5:25:18 GMT -6
Azrael watched this obvious farce with a raised eyebrow. He considered even pulling his blade and sending this fool to the afterlife and save the prisoners the torture. The monk paused when the costumed fool spoke and he let out a sigh of mixed relief and annoyance as Eldrin pulled off his costume and embraced him.
Azrael returned the affection by lightly patting him back. Before he explained why he was here he managed to squeeze himself out of the awkward hug.
"I am actually here because of your antics, cousin. The guards assumed you were a poe and sent for me. But of course... it was only you. I still better get paid." Azrael said, crossing his arms and eyeing the discarded costume and at Eldrin's face.
"And what are you talking about? What treasure?"
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Eldrin/Vai
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Aug 12, 2014 2:36:47 GMT -6
"Ha! I knew I was a good poe!" Eldrin said beaming, upon hearing that Azrael had been called in response to his 'haunting'. He had the sort of smile on his face that made it hard to tell him the truth. It was a sort of childish delight. He dragged himself out of his poe costume excitedly, though he struggled for a moment when his leg got caught.
At first, when Azrael asked about treasure, he was inclined to play dumb... to act as if he hadn't literally just said that. It was a natural instinct, a thief's instinct. But, then he looked into his cousin's eyes, and a mischievous smile spread across his face. "Ok, Azzyjazz, so check it. A couple weeks ago, I stole a library... like the whole thing, long story... ANYWAY, one of the books on display in that library was this old leather-bound tome, ya know, the kind that hold evil spells or ancient secrets or whatever. On the cover, there was a symbol... well, actually this symbol," he specified, holding up his right hand to the light, so that his eye tattoo was visible. "The Eye. Our peoples symbol... You know what that means... it was an old Sheikah book. Written by an ancient Shadow Sage... not sure which one. But yeah, problem was, it was written in some old, forgotten language. Of course, the first thing I did was take it to this old historian that I kidnapped once... also, a long story... and, I asked him to translate it, in exchange for giving him back his daughter's finger... it's a very long, complicated story... Soooooo, we made that trade, and he started translating it.
After like, three days of just sitting around waiting, he had pretty much gotten nowhere. So I was all like, 'GRAAAAAAHHH!!!' and I took the finger back. But then he freaked out and told me that he'd found something that might interest me. He said that there was a side note in the book, written fairly recently, like the last decade or two. It spoke of a hidden room in the eastern hall of the second level of the dungeons in Hyrule Castle... pretty specific right? Whoever wrote it made it clear that they didn't give a damn who read it... apparently it didn't matter, because it said 'only Eyes of Shadow could see the truth'... I'm guessing 'the truth' is a door or something. 'Eyes of Shadow' are clearly our eyes... Sheikah eyes." Eldrin paused in his lengthy monologue to let out an absurdly exaggerated sigh. "And that's my problem! 'Eyes of Shadow'... 'Eyes of Shadow'... Eyes... plural, you see." Eldrin brought the lantern up to meet his face, so that the light caught his eyes. One shined the bright scarlet of a Sheikah's eyes... the other, glowed gold. "This ancestor of ours expected us to have to 'Eyes of Shadow'. I guess they weren't expecting that a crazy immortal cannibal might have ripped one out and stuck his own in there... go figure."
"That's where you come in, dear cousin... You still got both of your Sheikah eyes... You can find the treasure!"
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 12, 2014 6:17:04 GMT -6
Azrael crossed his arms and listened to Eldrin as he spoke about the book. His eyebrows rose in curiosity as he pulled off his right gauntlet to look at his birth right tattoo of the Sheikah eye.
"I see... so you dressed up as a poe so that I would come to exorcise you and help you find a room that pertains to the history of our people?" Azrael said, his now exposed right hand hovered over his own red eyes. The rain pounded harder and he gazed down the dark hallway. Perhaps to just amuse his cousin he peered down when something came into view.
The mark of the Sheikah glowed brightly on the wall. Azrael assumed this was leading them to the room as if anyone else saw this then it would be common knowledge or perhaps he would have heard gossip.
The monk lifted his right hand and pointed.
"I do believe we have started."
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Aug 12, 2014 12:16:15 GMT -6
"Um... yeah... that's why I was dressed like a poe... to lure you here..." the thief agreed, chuckling. He had actually just felt like haunting the place, but this sounded a whole lot smarter. He followed Azrael along as the monk strolled over to what looked like a blank wall. "Woooh! History of our people!" he said, apparently enthusiastic about all this culture they were about to get into. But a little, muttered, "Hope our people were friggin' rich," implied the true nature of his drive to find the room.
He walked up to the wall that Azrael had pointed to, and began to tap at it. After trying several secret knocks, asking nicely, and saying a random series of words that he seemed to think were passwords, he proceeded to next logical step... blood.
Whistling casually, Eldrin drew his dagger, and before the monk could catch on, Eldrin slashed his hand, right down the center of his Sheikah tattoo. He made the same cut over his own tattoo, and then, grabbing Azrael's wrist, he pressed his cousin's and his own wounds to the stone.
With a deep grumble, the stone began to shift away, and Eldrin flashed Azrael a grin, sheathing his dagger.
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Azrael/Iris
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Aug 14, 2014 11:39:44 GMT -6
Azrael didnt pull away as Eldrin slit open his hand and placed it against his own wound. As their blood mixed the stone started to shift.
The monk grinned slightly and led the way into the dark corridor Who knows if anything else that could only be viewed by Sheikah eyes were ahead. They walked for what seemed like hours until they came to a wooden door.
Azrael lifted a hand to push it open. The door groaned as it swung open, as if no mortal hand had touched it in years.
Azrael peered inside and gasped as he was surprised by what he saw.
Inside contained thousands of documents and hundreds of books all neatly placed on book shelves that surrounded the room.
"This is a treasure alright... for those who seek knowledge it is."the monk observed, picking a tome off of the shelf and casually flipping through it.
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Post by Kadina on Aug 15, 2014 9:54:14 GMT -6
"PFFFTTT! ARE YOU FRICKIN' KIDDING ME?!" Kadina stood in the doorway with a body language reading of irritance and massive disappointment. Not that she wasn't excited to see her two dear friends since the last time had been months ago slaughtering zombies, but there could have at least been a jeweled necklace or a bag of rupees in there. "Books?! Books aren't very good bribing material." Her statement could only indicate that she had gotten herself into trouble once again. "And just so you know, only dweebs refer to books as treasure, Eldrin." She threw a book at his head and stuck her tongue out at him. It was too much fun to tease him and seeing as it had been months since she had seen him, she couldn't refuse the opportunity.
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Aug 16, 2014 1:08:13 GMT -6
"The book talks about where we can find treasure, right? A lost fortune of the Shadow Folk?" Eldrin asked hopefully as his cousin leafed through the book.
The thief, busy looking over Azrael's shoulder, didn't even notice Kadina until the book bounced off of his head. "Are you kidding me? I can't even read! Books ain't treasure, they're inconveniences!" he yelled back, tipping over a bookshelf, which in turn fell into a another bookshelf, which knocked over another, and so on... until the last one crashed to the ground in front of the bandit's feet, sending countless ancient, infinitely priceless texts scattering in all directions. By this point, Eldrin was already strolling across this wreckage, rambling about treasure. "... giant golden statues with big ol' golden titties, lactating beer! You 'member, like back in Masi-Raj? That kind of thing!"
As he stepped off of the final shattered bookcase they performed something between a bizarre dance and an unnecessarily complicated handshake. "Sup, tovah? Long time no see... wanna help us steal some of our peoples' culture? It's gonna be an adventure..." he offered, deliberately using that word. None of his friends could resist that word. "Plus, it'll probably help you pay off that debt," he suggested, with a knowing wink. He didn't know exactly what she had done this time... but he knew her.
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