Post by Masked Entity on Feb 26, 2015 18:33:42 GMT
Random Quest
Appearance of a Mask!
Slowly, one by one the players filed in to the area in front of the Mask. First, of course, was the man he had jumped over. In second place, the pink haired horse maiden came a runnin’, with some choice words which made the mean beneath the pale white mask smile. In third, the owner of the oversized pets showed her face and stepped up to the front of the group. As she did so, the woman activated a barrier to protect several members of the small group. The fourth and final member of the chasing party remained stuck to the dragon in the air; sadly he would not be a threat nor would he be able to come close enough to become one. For this would be the end of it all… The end of all things.
Underneath his draping cloth, the Mask’s fingers slowly pulled items out of his utility belt in rapid succession. His head remained straight as he worked from memory, his hands creating his escape as his eyes watched the Adventurers in front of him warily. They were foolish; they stopped and waited. Rather than attack him, they took his stance as something similar to that of a bomb and kept their distance. They were right to do so, as he had prepared to defend himself should they have charged him. To his joy and their mistake, they had not. The pink haired Cavalier barked but she had no bite. The short child-like beast Tamer was nothing more than a thorn in his side. She had sent her giant bug after him and had eliminated one of the other players from the chase with her antics. Now, she was keeping the other players back by giving them the illusion of safety. The other potential threat was on the verge of death. Oh how foolish of him! And he thought these… Adventurers… were powerful! This group was nothing more than a bunch of pushovers with levels. He would have to look elsewhere for his Champions.
“Yes, yes, Pink lady, this is the end of my games! For I am finished with you all…” His words acted as a time clock. Each breath he took was one he needed to take advantage of for there was no telling when the Adventurers would make their move. He was too far along the process of creating his mischievous vial beneath his cloak to protect himself now. But it was also far too late for them to stop him. His eyes narrowed and the barrier began to fade. As expected, the timed skill was running out.
“Indeed, I was not here for the coins, but I will keep them as my prize. You have all lost, this time. Rather than get ahead of me or bind me, you all foolishly watched as I trotted through the cityscape! You fools caused more damage to the city than the coin purse was worth and left a trail of destruction. Now many people must pay to fix their stalls, a building has collapsed, and the street is destroyed. It brings a tear to my eye to see how little you all care about the world around you.” With a final drop, his vial was ready. The mask placed all of his excess materials back into his belt and swirled the finished concoction in his left hand. It was done and the final two liquids began to mix. The Mask stood and returned to his feet. Upon doing so, the Mask extended his left hand out into the air. Inside of the vial was a pure black liquid. A purple mist flowed out from the mouth and swirled into the air.
“You are not worthy of being my Champions. Good day to you all.” The fingers which held the filled vial split and the Mask took a step back. His eyes narrowed and he turned away from the “Adventurers”. They were not ready.
The vial hit the ground and exploded with a loud roar. It stretched up and a massive black cloud of mist, smoke, and miasma burst into the area surrounding where the Mask stood and created a bubble around the location. A demonic face stretched forth from the mist and then the image of the pale white mask flowed outwards from the smog. After a few moments, the infected air whisked away into the clouds.
The Masked Man was gone.
Quiet footsteps echoed through the underground tunnels beneath Londinium. They were spaced out evenly and timed almost perfectly. These steps echoed for a few moments but then died away. Then, there was silence. Seconds ticked by where only the whistling of a very light airflow echoed out until the dark, pitch black air suddenly lit. A torch illuminated a small section of the tunnel as if on its own. Within the light, a woman stood with her arms crossed, her hips tilted. A few steps away, the man with the pale white mask appeared, keeping himself just at the edge of the light. His mask shimmered in the light of the torch, but there were no words at first, just the two looking at one another.
“So..?” After getting sick of staring at the quiet face, the woman caved and finally spoke first. The Mask remained quiet.
“Judging by your lack of a friend, you didn’t get what you wanted.” The sharpened tongue of the female bartender struck again. This time, the Mask let out a huff. A bag of coins appeared from the shadows; the same bag which had been stolen from the fruit stand.
“I overestimated the so-called ‘Adventurers’, but I will continue my search. Thank you, Miss Fruit lady. Your assistance is no longer needed and I have added your payment to the bag. You should have added a bit more to it.” The Masked Man laughed. Strangely, his voice did not echo.
“I’m a bartender! And I doubt some random fruit stall merchant would have a bunch of money!” The retort fell on deaf ears, as the Mask pulled himself out of the light.
“My job is done here. I will continue my search elsewhere. My fortunes bless you, young lady.” His voice was the only trace left of his existence, and then the Masked Man was gone, completely off into the air like a ghost. There were no sounds of feet or the rustlings of cloth. Though, the woman did not linger either. She took her payment and disappeared into the tunnel as well.
Underneath his draping cloth, the Mask’s fingers slowly pulled items out of his utility belt in rapid succession. His head remained straight as he worked from memory, his hands creating his escape as his eyes watched the Adventurers in front of him warily. They were foolish; they stopped and waited. Rather than attack him, they took his stance as something similar to that of a bomb and kept their distance. They were right to do so, as he had prepared to defend himself should they have charged him. To his joy and their mistake, they had not. The pink haired Cavalier barked but she had no bite. The short child-like beast Tamer was nothing more than a thorn in his side. She had sent her giant bug after him and had eliminated one of the other players from the chase with her antics. Now, she was keeping the other players back by giving them the illusion of safety. The other potential threat was on the verge of death. Oh how foolish of him! And he thought these… Adventurers… were powerful! This group was nothing more than a bunch of pushovers with levels. He would have to look elsewhere for his Champions.
“Yes, yes, Pink lady, this is the end of my games! For I am finished with you all…” His words acted as a time clock. Each breath he took was one he needed to take advantage of for there was no telling when the Adventurers would make their move. He was too far along the process of creating his mischievous vial beneath his cloak to protect himself now. But it was also far too late for them to stop him. His eyes narrowed and the barrier began to fade. As expected, the timed skill was running out.
“Indeed, I was not here for the coins, but I will keep them as my prize. You have all lost, this time. Rather than get ahead of me or bind me, you all foolishly watched as I trotted through the cityscape! You fools caused more damage to the city than the coin purse was worth and left a trail of destruction. Now many people must pay to fix their stalls, a building has collapsed, and the street is destroyed. It brings a tear to my eye to see how little you all care about the world around you.” With a final drop, his vial was ready. The mask placed all of his excess materials back into his belt and swirled the finished concoction in his left hand. It was done and the final two liquids began to mix. The Mask stood and returned to his feet. Upon doing so, the Mask extended his left hand out into the air. Inside of the vial was a pure black liquid. A purple mist flowed out from the mouth and swirled into the air.
“You are not worthy of being my Champions. Good day to you all.” The fingers which held the filled vial split and the Mask took a step back. His eyes narrowed and he turned away from the “Adventurers”. They were not ready.
The vial hit the ground and exploded with a loud roar. It stretched up and a massive black cloud of mist, smoke, and miasma burst into the area surrounding where the Mask stood and created a bubble around the location. A demonic face stretched forth from the mist and then the image of the pale white mask flowed outwards from the smog. After a few moments, the infected air whisked away into the clouds.
The Masked Man was gone.
* * *
Quiet footsteps echoed through the underground tunnels beneath Londinium. They were spaced out evenly and timed almost perfectly. These steps echoed for a few moments but then died away. Then, there was silence. Seconds ticked by where only the whistling of a very light airflow echoed out until the dark, pitch black air suddenly lit. A torch illuminated a small section of the tunnel as if on its own. Within the light, a woman stood with her arms crossed, her hips tilted. A few steps away, the man with the pale white mask appeared, keeping himself just at the edge of the light. His mask shimmered in the light of the torch, but there were no words at first, just the two looking at one another.
“So..?” After getting sick of staring at the quiet face, the woman caved and finally spoke first. The Mask remained quiet.
“Judging by your lack of a friend, you didn’t get what you wanted.” The sharpened tongue of the female bartender struck again. This time, the Mask let out a huff. A bag of coins appeared from the shadows; the same bag which had been stolen from the fruit stand.
“I overestimated the so-called ‘Adventurers’, but I will continue my search. Thank you, Miss Fruit lady. Your assistance is no longer needed and I have added your payment to the bag. You should have added a bit more to it.” The Masked Man laughed. Strangely, his voice did not echo.
“I’m a bartender! And I doubt some random fruit stall merchant would have a bunch of money!” The retort fell on deaf ears, as the Mask pulled himself out of the light.
“My job is done here. I will continue my search elsewhere. My fortunes bless you, young lady.” His voice was the only trace left of his existence, and then the Masked Man was gone, completely off into the air like a ghost. There were no sounds of feet or the rustlings of cloth. Though, the woman did not linger either. She took her payment and disappeared into the tunnel as well.
His search had failed, but it was not over…
The Mask would find his Champions…
He would return.
The Mask would find his Champions…
He would return.
Quest Failed!
The Masked Man has escaped!
This quest has ended. Rewards will be created and distributed shortly. You all did well, but not well enough!
The Masked Man has escaped!
This quest has ended. Rewards will be created and distributed shortly. You all did well, but not well enough!
