The White Catacombs

[genpcs]

Who: Open to all
What: Adventure!
Where: The White Catacombs
When: January 29th - February 5th
Warnings: None at the moment




The White Catacombs had seen better days. In the distant past, the place was beautiful. It was filled with people coming and going, trading and discussing magical artifacts. It could have easily become one of the primer locations for mages like the Ivory Tower is.

Jump to now, and the place is still a sight to behold. It is still beautiful in a way. Just looking at it, you can imagine what it must have looked like in it's prime. But you can't just stand around and sight see. There are monsters lurking throughout the multiple levels of the place.

On The First Floor you will find Skeleton Hordes, Ghouls, Flame Snakes, Dire Bats and Effgies.

On The Second Floor Dire Wolves, Twig Blights, Firebats, Soul Eaters, Akata, Astradaemon, and Giant Snakes.

On the third floor you will find Dust Wights, Gargoyles, Stone Spikes, Carnivorous Plants and Gargoyles.


On the fourth floor, you find nothing. That is to say, there aren't any monsters here. When you reach the bottom of the stares, you come into a corridor. At the end of the corridor is a door. Push, pull, hit, use any manner of magic or abilities on the door to your hearts content, but it does not open. Any attempt to use a travel type ability to get beyond it causes you to be bounced out of the White Catacombs entirely.

Around the door are sigils, writing that glows faintly. If one stares at them, when they finally take their eyes from them, they might find that they have been staring at it for ten minutes or even an hour without knowing.


[ooc: This is an open log for everyone to log out their White Catacombs adventures if they want. Note in the subject line of your tag if it is open to all characters or closed to certain ones. Be sure to check the Newspaper before posting here.]

Comments

[kingslight]

[Regis' gasp is barely heard thanks to the thunderous tornado that rolls towards him. The king actually pauses his lightning spell long enough to take command over the fire torrent he unleashed earlier. He forces the flames to clash with the incoming wind-strikes but it comes a little too late and he's forced to flee. Regis grabs the hilt of his sword again and suddenly vanishes from view thanks to another warp.

The king reemerges just a few yards away charging up his next spell quickly. It usually doesn't take too long for Regis to weave his magic but he's hoping to end this duel with a massive lightning spell conducted by the water at their feet. This is a risky move, even for him but Regis is determined. Just when he charged enough mana, Regis' spell suddenly falters in mid-cast when a flash of reddish-hue light briefly engulfed him. A pained cry follows suit and the king suddenly drops his sword. The glaive clatters noisily against the water and rocks as Regis clutches his head in agony. Too much magic. Simply too much. He didn't pace himself properly and now he's in quite the pickle.

Magic Stasis only occurs when the caster is expelling more mana than he's drawing and that enormous inferno of flame followed by his next big spell certainly did him in. Regis grits his teeth as he extends his hand towards his sword, calling the glaive back to him despite clutching his aching head with his left hand. An eerie blue light lingers around Regis as he tries to regenerate his magic on a fly.

He's open for attack.]

[yourotherleft]

[of all the things Zoro was expecting, that wasn't even on his radar. The timing is fortuitous, since his foot slips and he has to come down to the floor like a normal human being.

If he hesitates, it's only brief. He's not the kind of guy who just attacks an unarmed man without reason. At least Regis re-arms himself, giving Zoro the silent go-ahead to follow through with his intended attack. Throwing his arms out wide, he dashes straight through the puddles toward his opponent.]

It's not over yet, old man!

[that's all the polite warning he'll give before plunging in with Crossing the Six Paths, snaking his swords this way and that and twisting himself as he cuts through his path without stopping. Six nearly-simultaneous hits. Not unblockable, but a true demonstration of his skill.]

[kingslight]

[Those all too familiar purple sparks suddenly flicker to life once more as Regis' eyes start to glow dimly. Now placed on the defense rather than offense, Regis manages to parry the incoming strikes with a strength unknown and a speed that briefly rivals Zoro's. They're going tit-tact now, the old king now trying to block the incoming strikes with the brunt force of his glaive. If his sword wasn't so wide and lengthy, this would've been a failed endeavor on his part. While Regis isn't without injury here, the king certainly seems capable enough to parry the incoming strikes with his own simultaneous hits.

However, Regis ends up losing his momentum when one of Zoro's attacks finally lands a hit. The king's eyes revert to normal after the strike and Regis stumbles backward in agony. Unlike the gash upon his arm from earlier, Zoro actually sliced his left side open. Regis stabs his sword into the murky water as he recoils away. Blood trickles down from the wound in nasty heaps flowing downward into the muddy water.

This duel is done; victory has chosen Zoro.]

[yourotherleft]

[Zoro comes to an abrupt stop a few feet away, lowering his swords and taking the one out of his teeth. He knows the end of a fight when he sees it.]

You're pretty tough. That gonna be a problem? [with a nod to his wound. If it were him he would just keep going through the catacombs regardless, but Zoro is not exactly wise in that regard.]

[kingslight]

Had I been a younger man, I would press onward. [Regis admits through gritted teeth as he summons his sword away. The glaive vanishes quickly leaving naught else but blue ash in its celestial wake.] You've bested me fair and square, Zoro.

The bounty of this catacomb belongs to the victor.

[Oh dammit! He should've known better than to challenge a swordsman only half his age. Youth and strength usually does prevail despite skill and experience. Though, Regis did manage to cleverly corner the young swordsman a few times with his careful planning.]

[yourotherleft]

I'd say something about being only as old as you feel, but you don't seem like the kind of guy to need platitudes.

[with that he sheathes all three swords one after another, situating them comfortably on his hip, and then turns to grab a couple of crystals]

Let's do that again sometime, it was a good fight. I don't have a lot of defenses against magic stuff, that could've gone either way. [which is a statement of honesty, not patronizing - he already lost a shirt to fire, which is more than he can say for any of the fiery monsters he's already cut through to get down here. It really could have been one misstep, or a matter of seconds of stamina to allow for that last lightning-bolt to be cast.]

[kingslight]

[Not without a hint of humor, Regis chuckles at the slight jest as he turns to take his leave of here. He's grateful that he stocked up on a few spells that could transport him out of the catacombs and back to safety. Imagine having to walk all the way back towards the entrance with a gaping wound on your side. The walk alone would've damn near kill him.]

If you're ever in Fayren and in need of some practice or a glass of red, don't hesitate to seek me out.

[The friendliness in his tone could be felt. There's no hard feelings here.]

I bid you farewell, Roronoa Zoro.

[yourotherleft]

[The best fights are the ones where you go all out, risk death, and still come out respecting each other. Zoro nods as he turns to the nearest doorway - which happens to be the one he came in through, but eh, details.]

I spend most of my time in Fayren, my crew has a house here. I'll take you up on both of those sometime.

[and with a tap of his fingers to his brow in salute, he's off. God knows if he'll ever find his way out.]