The 1st Light of Dawn Tournament | Labyrinth of Champions | Phase 1 | Entrant #7 - Zhekt Garasu

You travel down the narrow tunnel, dragging that massive arm behind you.  You can feel it weighing you down but you are completely adamant of taking it as a trophy.  For it you are brave, you are determined.  It shows qualities.  You will be rewarded when your time comes for your perseverance, worry not Champion.  For now though, focus on getting out of here alive.

You hear cackling behind you.  Something laughs its way down the hallway, it passes by you but you can't see it.  It echoes as it comes, and echoes as it leaves.  You hear the cackling for moments even after the passing sound leaves the area.  It leads straight down the hallway towards...something.  Probably another courtyard though so, just be careful okay Champion?

Who knows what else you'll find in this damn labyrinth of hell.  Who knows what dark secrets live within--SOMETHING IS ON YOUR FOOT!  Oh, okay, it's just a...moving pile of green slime.  Right, start running or kill it.  Either way, it's kinda creepy.  It looks like its trying to mate with your toes but it's not going to get very far.  You're not even sure if it has genitalia but you're not sticking around to find out.

Keep going Champion, right down the hallway.  Right down towards your next boss, or treasure.  We're not very sure in here you know.  Good luck with whatever it is you do find!

Oh wait! What's this?? Etched into the side of the wall. You can just barely see it but you read it. The language is old, primitive, and some words you cannot translate but most of it is similar enough to modern Common that you can make out the gist of it.


Well...that's...uh...good luck figuring out. No time to dawdle though Champion, keep moving! You'll have to if you want to make it to the end in time.

As you exit the small tunnel of a corridor, you struggled a bit to pull the taloned claw through the doorway. Unfortunately, the dragging hand catches in the doorway. You manage to free it, but it takes much yanking to pull it out from between the sliding stone door and the wall it was trying to slam itself against. When you finally yank it out, you walk into the next courtyard to face your next obstacle.

You look up and face a laugh, cackling, howling demon.  She is half-naked, flying on black feathered wings and glowing in an unholy way.  She wears a heavy iron helm and carries a sword at her side.  She looks like Warrior Angel.  She introduces herself as the former Queen of Drak'Tharon.  She too is cursed and warped and twisted by the curse that sleeps within the dead Kingdom.  She is neither alive or dead, but she is there before you and that's enough reason to attack her.

She swoops at you like a raven, laughing mirthlessly as she watches you realize she was the spirit that laughed at you.  She seems to be semi-see through, and you're unsure if she's a shade, a ghost or just a trick of the light, but you know that sword is probably going to hurt anyway, so you do your best to dodge as she swings at you.  

Well, at least we know where the laughing came from now. And I guess you also know what they mean by "a jumbled shout." More like a wicked cackle. Oh well, old rhymes weren't always accurate were they? Have fun Champion.

Attack Accuracy

Random number (1,10) :

6

Attack Strength

Random number (1,7500) :

328

The Queen watches with curiosity as the young man bursts sand from beneath the bandages on his armour.  She smiles as she comes to understand it is an attack.  It is too slow for her.  She is fast with her wings.  Faster than a Great Raven.  Faster than the greatest swordsman in Drak'Tharon.  She spins out of the way, using her wings to twirl about like a pretty butterfly of death.  Laughing the whole way.

With a cackle, I'm-kala decides to add insult to injury and use her sword to cut through the torrent of sand, causing it to fall to pieces on the ground.  She's like a cat playing with its food.  She wants to enjoy every minute of this young man's torment.  She is unaware that it may soon come back to bite her.  That her playful nature and overconfidence may yet be her undoing.  It was once before.

When she was a beautiful Queen, and in her lust for power she did the unspeakable.  She forced her husband to go as far as murder and genocide for power.  To give the Kingdom over to the Ancient Ones.  The Old Gods.  Egged on by promises of unlimited power and beauty by their royal advisor, Verimethras, and the Court Enchanter and Seer, Thrangr Zim'gar-gul.  That was the beginning of the end.  She could still remember it like a whisper in the back of her mind.  

"You will not regret this, your majesty...you will have unlimited power.  Your Kingdom will rule over the whole world.  It will span continents.  My...powers...they tell me so."

The old Enchanter, with his missing eye and deformed, hunched features toiled over the sacrificial table.  Bodies were piled up in the room by the hundreds.  It smelled of rot and decay, there was not a single floor stone that was not covered in blood or gore.  Yet it was still not enough.

"And what, Enchater, must we give in return?"

The old Enchanter gave a cold, dark laugh.  He turned towards the Queen, removing his black, moth-eaten hood.  His eyes glowed green with a dark, corrupted power.  Blood covered his robes and plastered his arms up to his elbows.

"Everything."

These visions flash in your mind as well, Champion, for reasons you are unable to explain.  Slowly the story of Drak'Tharon unfolds itself to you.  Slowly you begin to understand how this place came to be so accurs'd.  So warped and twisted and evil.  Power, and the lust for it.  It was the downfall of everyone here.  Not just any power though; the kind that can only be granted by a God.  A False God.  An Old God.

I'm-kala does not let up though, now is not the time to remember.  Now is the time to defend.  She is coming at you again, like a great bird of prey seeking to destroy its prey and carry it home to feed on.  Light on your feet Champion; do not falter now!

Attack Accuracy
9

Attack Strength
7140

((OOC: Sorry for the edit.  There was an issue with coding.  Those are the original rolls, preserved like such.))