Protecting my Devotion - Group 1
Characters: Porom, Ceodore and Minwu
Progress: In-Progess
Summary: Memoria funtimes.
Location: ???
Date: 11th March
Warnings: tba. FIGHTAN.
( Praying for rain. Praying for signs. Praying for time. Might as well be wishing on stars. )
Progress: In-Progess
Summary: Memoria funtimes.
Location: ???
Date: 11th March
Warnings: tba. FIGHTAN.
( Praying for rain. Praying for signs. Praying for time. Might as well be wishing on stars. )
"Are you with us..?" he asked smally, shortly before the room changed yet again. And he knew this place. He knew it well. He tightened his grip upon his stave. The Ultima seal.
And with it, so many memories. So many feelings. So much emotion.
He knew this was the wrong decision. Prolonged conflict was starting to addle the old King. He spoke nonsense, of destroying the seal upon the most ancient of magic and using it against the Emperor. That perhaps the rebels could not defeat the might of the Empire. That perhaps all of this was for nothing, that perhaps living upon one's knees was better than dying upon one's feet. All of it was age and injury, the wizard knew that. Fear. Despair. The King of Fynn had always been a good man. One that valued the lives of his subjects just as dearly as his own. To see the scars of war at the burning of Altair had changed him utterly. It had made him desperate. It had made him consider this course of action... A course that Minwu had originally agreed to, yet now seen for the fact it was utterly wrong.
Fire did not fight fire.
Yet the King's dying request of him was just that. He could not turn back now. The King's death and the fact Gordon was starting to come of age mentally had meant that his use was becoming more and more obscure; so all he could do was comfort his concience with a half-truth. The half-truth being that the tome was far better in their hands than those of the empire and the sorceror that led it.
He had finished his prayers as he gazed upon the seal which shone with the lifeforce of the ancient magi which had sealed the magic away out of fear of it's power. He'd finished his meditations. Now all that was left to him was to complete his task, and take his leave of this world.
Footsteps interuppted him. He turned, a hand tightening upon the staff of light. Had the guardians of the tower arose again, to continue their task in protecting the tome? Or even worse, was it the monsters which disguised themselves as Imperial soldiers?
...No. It was Firion.
Remarkably late, yet it was him. So this was how their destinies were linked...
"I have been waiting for you, Firion. Though I have managed to reach the seal, the magic binding it appears to be extremely strong."
A pause.
"...I will concentrate every bit of power I have upon the door. If it is enough, the seal should shatter."
He watched Maria rush forward, but merely maintained a steady gaze upon Firion. Then he nodded, smally.
"...Everyone, stand back."
He turned and raised his arms, every flaming torch which served as light in the ancient tower losing it's light instantly. He closes his eyes, drawing in strength from his surroundings; shutting his eyes and closing his ears to this world; focusing extensively upon the ancient magics from within the tower, and the ancient magics within himself. Finally, he opens his eyes and he blasts a wave of muticoloured energy -- everything he's learned. Everything he's experienced. Every single word, every single thought, every feeling, every breath...
And violent tremors were wreaked upon the tower in turn. For a moment, it seemed like the entire structure would topple as it's faced with the entirity of his power. The seal shatters shortly after, and the wizard is thrown back unto the floor. His breaths are weak.
Sight had long failed him. He was dying. He could hear a voice.
Maria...
"Go...
Through the door..."
Every word was painful.
"You must... take Ultima...
Do not grieve...
This... This was... my destiny..."
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"That's- that's all over. Done with. And- He's going to be fine, Ceodore. Everything's going to be fine. Please believe that."
She almost didn't notice the changing surroundings. It was only the sudden, almost oppressive magical presence of the seal that eventually caught her attention. Not moving away from Ceodore, she turned.
And just watched. A nagging feeling in the back of her mind reminded her that this was none of her business - that she had no right at all to see into the great sage's life this way, that this was not her place - but as soon as she remembered what Minwu had said about what was sealed in the tower and put the pieces together she froze in horror, unable to turn away.
It was a few seconds before she remembered to breathe, let alone speak.
"Your- your holiness...are you- that was- you're not- are you?"
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He turned to look at her and asked, "Did I do the right thing?" As for himself, he wasn't sure.
The addition of a third voice startled him. There had been an audience, and not just someone who knew the basics of what had happened . A complete stranger to witness his fumbling and failings. Great. "Y-yes, I'm here."
Before he could much respond, the setting was different once more, to something he did not recognize. The man seemed to be talking to no one, engaged in a great wresting of some sort magic. But he could see nothing but the movements of what seemed to be a man suffering from a delusion.
"Porom, what's wrong with him?" he whispered, already preparing to cast Esuna on the man to clear whatever ailment was working on his awareness. Only to find he had no magic to draw from.
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