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A Lesson Never Learned
Trial Green Labyrinth  OPEN TO ANYONE
Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#1
ROSCORRO
Why did he continue to go to the rift? Calling upon it for its blessing. He knew that it would ask him to preform trials. Actions he did not necessarily agree with, or wish to do, in order to prove that he deserved the blessing he had asked for. Yet time and time again he would come back, begging for more. He had been denied his request once. Ignored by the presence of the land. He had been confused by its silence. Had he asked to much of it? He did not know. But as time passed and more events unfolded the stallion found himself once again requesting something of the rift. To become stronger. He was sorely lacking in the area of magic, possessing no real way to defend those he cared for against the incredible dangers of this world. All he had was his horns, fangs, and claws. Those useful with partnered with his massive bulk, they were often made obsolete by the magic of this world.

His recent run in with Oizys as she was being attacked by a dragon made his inadequacies all to apparent. All he had been able to do was run into the dragon, while she had been able to summon a draconic lightning beast out of thin air! And although his healing magic had come in handy, he didn't want to always have to heal the wounds. He wanted to prevent them from happening all together. He needed something else. Something other than his physical abilities. Something that would help him to contend with even a dragon.

This was what he asked of the rift. Though he knew not what he truly wanted. Simply the power to protect that which he loved. Having never considered fighting another with magic, he did not know what type to ask for. What sort of skill did he wish to possess? Kiada could summon great tornados of fire, and she possessed armor that held magical properties. Even her very being could be consumed by flames. Surely she was a warrior to be reckoned with. But him? No, he was not a fighter. He only leaped into battle when another was in danger. Otherwise he had never raised a claw, or hoof against another. Certainly never against his fellow horse. So how could he begin to decide upon an offensive magic of his own? So his pitiful request held no specific request in magic. A dangerous gamble, he was sure. But he was willing to risk it if it meant he could protect his friends. They were his family, after all.

And so, he found himself answering the call of the Rift as he descended from the heavens into the entrance of the labyrinth. A light rain had begun to fall when he lighted upon the ground. Misting the earth in damp moister. It was a pleasant enough change from the constant heat of the Scorch, though he was not sure he would enjoy being wet all of the time. Judging by the way the land's seasons had behaved thus far, this small rain was only the beginning.

He shook his massive head, ridding his eyes of his dampening forelock. Soon his mane would be plastered to his body. His fur cloak would grow heavier as it too became wet. But it still would keep the majority of his body dry as he ventured through the labyrinth. This was his trial. To return to find his way out of the labyrinth. And so he returned - for the third time- to the silent, fog filled home of the Metus. He could have saved time by flying to the heart of the labyrinth, but he would not have had any idea what path to take. Best to venture on foot, working a path out within his mind before trying to get out again. And so, with trepidation the stallion entered the towering bamboo maze once more.

As he walked hung close to the left wall. Every now and again he would pause to break a long stock of bamboo with one of his paws. Holding the top end of the stock he would lay it on the ground, broken end facing back the way he had come. With any luck these stocks would not be touched and he could sue them to find his way back by following their direction. If not, he had the broken piece that stuck up from the ground to rely upon. Simply by keeping them to the right of him on the return trip, he should be able to get out of here. That is if the rift didn't play any nasty tricks.


"Talk."

I may not be the most important person in your life.
I just hope when you hear my name,
You smile and say "That's my friend!"
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Rosco is required to find his way out of the Labyrinth. Anyone is welcome to join him! I will post a few times before using the rift presence to add a little excitement to this thread. =D
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#2
Do you hear it?

Bamboo grows tall around the entrance to the Green Labyrinth and it easily masks sight of the mysterious warren within. Where you stand, thick mist lays in waiting, stagnant and unsettling. A hint of what lies ahead.

The rain spills lightly down from murky, grey cloudscape upon you and though it falls straight, the sound of wailing wind touches your ear. Strange? you might think. Maybe you touch your nose to the sky or lift the dense feather of your wings from your humid flesh, but there is no puff of breath to cool you, just the tickle of ceaseless drizzle.

It howls…

The stench of your steaming flesh rises through the maze. It is an irresistible temptation for some lurking within the shadowy, disorienting corridors, an invitation too good to turn down. As you delve deeper, navigating blindly, devoured by every twist and turn, the sound you can hear seems to grow, yet still, the air all around you stays unnervingly still.

Before you know it, a wall of vegetation looms in front of you, a dead end. You are standing in thick, murky fog and even if the thought of turning back to the start crosses your mind, the clever trail of shoots you have left will be difficult to find.
the Rift
» Presence of the Rift «


Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#3
ROSCORRO
The brown Clydesdale tribrid moved deep into the maze. Deeper than he had ever gone before as he sought to complete his trial. Grateful that he had not been called upon to face the metus again. Though he was not sure if it would still end up trying to attack him if it happened upon his scent. Their last encounter had him and his small band of horses bringing light to the starving predator. At that point it had thanked them and then left. But would that stop it from attacking him now? Probably not. He was still a predator and the giant horse still prey. Though Roscorro would have liked to believe that they had somehow come to an odd sort of understanding when they shared their light of hope with the Metus; He had no evidence to prove that the other felt the same as he. So he remained on guard, just in case.

But it was not the sound of the Magnus Metus' spinning teeth that reached the roamer's ear, but a sound much quieter. Wind. Yet nothing stirred, save for the falling rain. The stalks around him did not sway unless touched by his being. His flesh did not feel the cool touch of the earth's breath upon his wet skin. Nor did the smoke, that seemed to always waft off of his body as he moved, waver or react as if it had been disturbed by the invisible presence. Nothing save for the sound that entered his ears spoke of wind.

Yet as he moved it grew stronger. A disturbing, detached noise that felt more surreal than real. As he turned yet another corner the wanderer found himself facing a great wall of bamboo. A dead end. He was not bothered by this, having found several dead ends along his way here. Considering the mount of time he had been walking, he had to have come quite deep into the maze. It was time to turn back. But as he made to following his trail back to the entrance, fog poured in, and the sound changed from a quiet presence to a wailing howl. His ears pinned back against his skull as instinct bade him protect them from the wind that was surely tugging at them. But again no sensation of wind was felt, only the cold drizzle of rain as fog swirled around him.

He hung close to the wall where he had snapped the bamboo. He could no longer see the pieces laying upon the ground in the sea of fog. He instead searched for the other half of the bamboo that he had left rooted in the ground. Keeping the wall to his right he carefully picked his way along, finding the first broken stock a little ways down. His talons brushed against something beneath the fog. He grabbed it and raised it in front of his nose. The other end of the bamboo that he had laid upon the ground like a breadcrumb. He shuffled forward some more, working his way down the maze until he found another broken stock a few feet away from the first. Again he felt for the broken top with his front feet to ascertain that this was indeed his handy work. Upon finding it he moved on. Slow and steady. The phantom wind continued to howl, unnerving the stallion as he pressed onward.

"Talk."

I may not be the most important person in your life.
I just hope when you hear my name,
You smile and say "That's my friend!"
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This thread will remain open. Anyone can run into him at anytime. Can't promise he won't try and take your face off out of fright though. =D
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#4
It watches as you move along the leafy, darkened wall and sudden silence falls around you, the sound seems to vanish altogether.

Eerie? you might think, and now there is a small flurry of air along the passage. The wind which you know, however, has no arms wrapped around a spear of grass, nor hands that part the leaves into tiny windows; the wind has no legs, bent to balance perfectly and still, nor toes to curl tightly around their perch. You smell ripe, sweet like the taste of Glow Cherries in Scorch’s eleventh hour, and a keen, cunning tongue samples your aroma excitedly.

Leaves rustle as another bristled body alights into the hedge, and then another… and another, while into the bamboo opposite arrive another three.

They have been hunting you.

Biding their time, the large swarm of Screechers watch with immaculate senses as you feel your way past; unknowing, unseeing, blinded by the feral nature of the Rift. They wait with tiny, primitive hearts throbbing in their chests.

Suddenly their notice is stolen by movement ahead of you and they sing out in wailing unison, wild with delight, deafening. The saccharine scent they sample now is stronger than yours and like hyenas to the carcass, they move now as one fierce unit, hustling past you in a flurry of air. You could even be forgiven for thinking they are one intangible monster.
the Rift
» Presence of the Rift «


Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#5
ROSCORRO
Silence. The lack of sound was more unsettling then that of the wind with no touch. Still he moved, eager to be out of the maze. Moving from broken bamboo to broken bamboo he came closer and closer to the entrance of the maze, as of yet unaware of the creatures that hunted him. No, their presence was lost upon him as he hurried along. Their terrible screech nearly stopped the massive horse's heart. He froze as creatures exploded around him. Moving like a wave as they rushed off in search of some other prey.

Instinct scream at him to run, but he could not. His muscles and joints would not respond. Frozen in place by the mysterious magic of the Screechers. He was completely helpless, nostrils flaring as his sides heaved in panic. Move. Move! He scream silently as his body. But it would not. Could not. He was frozen fast. His heart slammed against his ribcage, threatening to burst free. What had happened to him? Where were those creatures that had exploded from the mist and bamboo?

The sensation of being trapped within one's own body was agonizing. Serves you right for seeking more power. The voice hissed. A worthless beast like you does not deserve to live, let alone gain powers it does not understand. He couldn't shake his head like he desired to do as he tried to rid himself of the voice's nagging. He was stuck. His mind capable of going miles a minute while his body remained solidly planted in one place. Was this how he would die? Defenseless as a predator took him in the mist and fog. Would they kill him quickly or feed off of his living body?

Terrible visions of his fate swirling within his mind. He closed his eyes No! This couldn't be. He couldn't die here. Vynter and Eira were waiting for him to return. Wait. He closed his eyes! Opening them again Roscorro tried to move. His ear twitched, but his legs still refused to move. He continued trying. Slowly he found that his could flick the tip of his tail, then his head began to slowly move. Until, after an agonizingly long time, he found that his legs would move once more. They were stiff and his movements were sluggish as he forced himself to move along. His feet felt like lead, his wings, completely limp, dragged upon the ground. He wanted to move faster, to escape the forest. But he could not. Hindered by what ever force had descended over his body. With a determined expression upon his face he pressed on. He was so close to the entrance, just a couple more turns...

"Talk."

I may not be the most important person in your life.
I just hope when you hear my name,
You smile and say "That's my friend!"
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You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#6
As the Screeches vanish through the bamboo, some scattering along the passageway ahead of you, the grip of incapacity weakens and then fails completely.

You are free: go, escape!

There is another sound amid the fading noise, however. It is dulled within the chorus of the Screecher’s chaotic ambush, but it is there and it is laced with fear.

A young Cervavo has wandered far from its home in Solanis and the beautiful creature had become lost - very lost. It cries bitterly, hungry and alone, unable to find the end of the massive, confusing labyrinth and now it has attracted the attention of the predators. It is terrified and the scent is thick upon the air, only exciting the Screechers voracious appetites and fuelling their motivation.

The infamous, debilitating shriek rings out and the helpless creature stands frozen while they swarm forward and latch upon it’s soft, colourful hide, long proboscis unfurled.

As you slide along the walls of this maze of horrors, you see the soft glow of freedom through the fog; it beckons you forward, feeding renewed hope through your mind, but that pale, infant’s scream of terror is something not quickly forgotten.
the Rift
» Presence of the Rift «


Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#7
ROSCORRO
The light of freedom was before him. He was almost out, having escaped the Screecher's wrath. But then another cry filled the air. One that wrenched his head and caused his powerful strides to falter. He came to a sliding stop as the scene unfolded. He did not know what the small creature was, but it was young and crying for help. The same creatures that had flew past him were swarming it, devour it. The light of the world beyond the rift beckoned him. He was so close to completing his task and escaping. His orb of hope floated next to him. As silent as ever.

He could just leave. He'd complete his trial and be a step closer to gaining the power he needed to better protect his friends. But he couldn't leave it behind. He was incapable of abandoning another in need. With a powerful kick he turned his back upon the light of freedom and charged towards the swarm. He turned his head towards his orb of hope. Hopefully this worked! Reaching out he gave a powerful flick of his head, sending his shining ball flying straight into the mass of Screechers.

Hopefully, like the metus before, they would be temporarily repulsed. Not waiting to see he dove in, ears flat against his skull as he wrapped himself around the young creature. His massive wings folded around the foal-size being to provide even further protection. "You have to move." he said to the colorful babe between his legs, knowing that it probably couldn't. Still, he couldn't leave it. Wouldn't as he remained a protective barrier against the bloodthirsty screechers.

"Talk."

I may not be the most important person in your life.
I just hope when you hear my name,
You smile and say "That's my friend!"
image || coding
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though. 
Rift Presence
Currently championing:
#8
The metallic hue of blood is beginning to tarnish the queer air in the labyrinth around you. The Screechers are suddenly disturbed from their wolfish attack and the small, but savage predators voice a violent protest as the Orb of Hope glides forward into their midst. Though they have no eyes to shield from the soothing essence of its glow, they can feel it upon their rough, insect-like skin, burning like the sun. Shrieks of anger and fear threaten to pierce your pounding eardrums and the creatures relinquish their crippling hold on their meal.

They scatter rapidly into the bamboo as your mammoth body arrives between them in a steaming swirl of hair and thrumming, rippling flesh.

The young Cervavo is filled with inexplicable hope, courage and strength, at much the same moment as you descend upon it like a cosy cocoon and though it had begun to struggle with wildly flailing limbs upon the soft, cool grass, the lashing movement slows. Perhaps it wonders if its father has answered the desperate cries for help, or maybe the feeling is the cool dream of death and the cuddle of heaven as its soul is pulled free from this life.

It is neither…

Your rumbling voice roused its consciousness and the peacock deer gathers its lanky limbs beneath its body before rising shakily against the pillar of stallion alongside. The taste of blood is thick in its mouth and a frightened cry splits the angry mutter of the Screechers who linger instinctively - they are still hungry. Because its choices are so few and its heart beats wildly to the song of self-preservation, the calf Cervavo will follow you slowly away safety.
the Rift

Congratulations on escaping the Green Labyrinth and rescuing the baby Cervavo :) You are welcome to power-play its escape alongside you, in your final post!
» Presence of the Rift «


Roscorro the Dragon Heart
Currently championing: Caevoc
#9
ROSCORRO
As quickly as the Screechers were there, they were gone. Silence filled the world and Roscorro found his limbs capable of moving once more. He uncurled from his protective stance over the young, colorful babe that he had risked everything to protect. It gazed up at him with wide doe eyes. He offered it a tender smile, ever careful to keep his fangs hidden. He had no idea what this young one was, having never seen a creature like it before. But that didn't change the fact that it was a child and it needed to be protected. Its colors reminded him of the forest not far and he wondered if the youngling had strayed from there? He cooed to his little companion and motioned for it to follow. His pace would match that of the peacock-deer's as he led the way out of the maze and into the world beyond as he once again found himself searching for another child's parents.

"Talk."

I may not be the most important person in your life.
I just hope when you hear my name,
You smile and say "That's my friend!"
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Exit Rosco!
You have my permission to use magic/force against Roscorro.
Maiming and killing is not allowed, though.