The painful truth had been an entity with teeth sharper than a blade forged to split hairs. The silence gnawed at the very being of those unfortunate enough to be plunged into the beasts abyss. There were three people, or rather two and a reptile that chose to survive together. As a cohesive unit they were virtually unstoppable taking into consideration their cumulative skill-sets. Max was a close combatant that had truly been unparalleled. Ran'dar was a strong close-combatant, but he was far more well versed in Abrogation. The Ithecal alone was truly a force to be reckoned with, and had thick, armor like scales in combination with muscle, and intellect. Mercedes was an interesting breed, and of the bunch he had no specific specialty. While he truly was a powerful defier, and becomer; he had the most versatile of the skills. The sorcerer began as a man with a lack for intelligence, and tactical prowess. However, what he became was an entirely different entity evolved and adapted to the surrounding environment.
He begun as a specialist in nothing but Magic, and had no intention on becoming a strong close-combatant. Yet, all of that became subject to change with each trial he survived in the beneath. Mercedes learned how to fight, and deal with the challenges brought about by thee consistent struggle to survive. They established a place of residence, and a sustainable water source large enough to swim in. The dynamic duo managed to overcome obstacles far more powerful than either of the two were separated. Together they managed to slaughter several of the beasts of the beneath; men and women alike. There were creatures born and raised at sea, Men, Women, and disease carrying Couriers of Lissira. Although the lack of resources would very easily overcome the average person; some were resilient enough to battle on.
For without such a powerful resolve, and will to live none could survive in the boundless treachery that is level seven. The trial had been yet another one that ran concurrent with the others as if the previous one never ended. The sorcerer never stopped meditating, not even for a split-trill as he concentrated on learning the new class of beast. He wanted to take on the form of the very Male Mer that he killed. The task had been no easy one, but finally he felt something “click”. The ether in between his fingertips intermingled with the cranial structure in his palms. The entirety of the totem consisted of a decapitated skeletal structure.
Finally, he could feel the cool “breeze” as the temperature in his digits seemed to lower. With the ether-filled skull he finally drew all of the energy out. As he forced the energy outward, and released it from the totem his body began to shift. The painful process took place yet again, and it was the same one he would continue to experience for all of eternity.
SNAP
Bones twisted, contorted, flesh broke, and parted alongside his spinal cord. However, no blood exited the wounds brought about and created by the dramatic change. The process was agonizing, but this had only been the beginning of the true realization of pain.
POP
A scream exited his lungs, and the stronghold had luckily been closed in well enough to prevent the sound from escaping. However, the pain ended half-way through the process approximately four bits in, and he felt a moment of sweet nothingness. However, he noticed one thing that was truly entirely different. He could see; finally in the most crystal clear sort of images. He was no longer himself, but a Mer.
Blue and green scales littered his flesh, and a long gossamer thin tail lashed around for a moment. The same venomous tail once possessed by the Mer. The tail that if one were punctured by they would continue to bleed until they died. The sorcerer took his first awkward step with webbed feet, and nearly fell as he made the attempt to catch his balance. The figure was slender, but physically stronger than his own. The Mer had legs initially, and unlike the one that presumably drug Max into the depths beneath the water-fall. There were several odd features about this form, but he did not bother to battle against it.
The eyes were enlarged, and enabled dark-vision beyond belief; this was truly the advantage of the form.
Mercedes made an attempt to speak, and he could not believe what took place. He lacked any true ability to speak, but if he concentrated hard enough the results were different. The sorcerer felt as if his voice projected from the body, but it had not done so at all. He could “hear” the words, but could Max?
“Love.. Can you hear me?"
He begun as a specialist in nothing but Magic, and had no intention on becoming a strong close-combatant. Yet, all of that became subject to change with each trial he survived in the beneath. Mercedes learned how to fight, and deal with the challenges brought about by thee consistent struggle to survive. They established a place of residence, and a sustainable water source large enough to swim in. The dynamic duo managed to overcome obstacles far more powerful than either of the two were separated. Together they managed to slaughter several of the beasts of the beneath; men and women alike. There were creatures born and raised at sea, Men, Women, and disease carrying Couriers of Lissira. Although the lack of resources would very easily overcome the average person; some were resilient enough to battle on.
For without such a powerful resolve, and will to live none could survive in the boundless treachery that is level seven. The trial had been yet another one that ran concurrent with the others as if the previous one never ended. The sorcerer never stopped meditating, not even for a split-trill as he concentrated on learning the new class of beast. He wanted to take on the form of the very Male Mer that he killed. The task had been no easy one, but finally he felt something “click”. The ether in between his fingertips intermingled with the cranial structure in his palms. The entirety of the totem consisted of a decapitated skeletal structure.
Finally, he could feel the cool “breeze” as the temperature in his digits seemed to lower. With the ether-filled skull he finally drew all of the energy out. As he forced the energy outward, and released it from the totem his body began to shift. The painful process took place yet again, and it was the same one he would continue to experience for all of eternity.
SNAP
Bones twisted, contorted, flesh broke, and parted alongside his spinal cord. However, no blood exited the wounds brought about and created by the dramatic change. The process was agonizing, but this had only been the beginning of the true realization of pain.
POP
A scream exited his lungs, and the stronghold had luckily been closed in well enough to prevent the sound from escaping. However, the pain ended half-way through the process approximately four bits in, and he felt a moment of sweet nothingness. However, he noticed one thing that was truly entirely different. He could see; finally in the most crystal clear sort of images. He was no longer himself, but a Mer.
Blue and green scales littered his flesh, and a long gossamer thin tail lashed around for a moment. The same venomous tail once possessed by the Mer. The tail that if one were punctured by they would continue to bleed until they died. The sorcerer took his first awkward step with webbed feet, and nearly fell as he made the attempt to catch his balance. The figure was slender, but physically stronger than his own. The Mer had legs initially, and unlike the one that presumably drug Max into the depths beneath the water-fall. There were several odd features about this form, but he did not bother to battle against it.
The eyes were enlarged, and enabled dark-vision beyond belief; this was truly the advantage of the form.
Mercedes made an attempt to speak, and he could not believe what took place. He lacked any true ability to speak, but if he concentrated hard enough the results were different. The sorcerer felt as if his voice projected from the body, but it had not done so at all. He could “hear” the words, but could Max?
“Love.. Can you hear me?"
