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| Hidden Temple; Easy Quest: Zuccil | |
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| Topic Started: May 14 2013, 03:45 PM (99 Views) | |
| montytmonkey | May 14 2013, 03:45 PM Post #1 |
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The Sayian Detective
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Hidden Temple Difficulty: Easy Description: You have heard of a place near the Forest of Illusion where telepathic warriors train under the shadow of a hidden temple. After convinciing the locals they direct you to its location. Upon arriving you are met by an elderly Kanassan named Ja'vei who tells you that only those who complete the three trials may study there. You must pass the Trial of Patience, Trial of Wisdom and Trial of Courage to become a student. Upon completing the trial you will be a member of the Order of Saljuk. Reward: +300 zeni, +2 DP, +20 all stats, +2 rp Credits Bonus: +10 all stats and Saljuk Sash - May be worn with one other accessory (max of 2 in one slot.) Amplifies meditation training by +5 vitality and stamina (+10 ki, +20 PL.) Grants you access to the Order of Saljuk. Requirement: Must be of Good alignment. Must know the special ability Telepathy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Zuccil emrged from his Rejuvinaton Tank fully healed from his battle with the mighty Namekian in the Forest of Illusion, and he felt more powerful than he’d ever felt in his life. On top of his telepathic spar with Bardock, which ended with another visit from the Kanassan who claimed to threaten the entire galaxy, he felt like a whole new Sayian. He got dressed quickly and made his way to the bridge, but something was pulling at his mind, someone was attempting to communicate with him telepathically. The mental tugging seemed to be pull him toward the Forest of Illusions again. Was there any end to the secrets held on this planet? “Zuccil, where are you going?!” Ruta asked as Zuccil turned to leave the bridge again. “No idea, but I don’t think I’ll be very long.” said Zuccil. “Look on the bright side, you got the ship to yourselves.” He made his way out of the ship and took off in a dead sprint toward the forest. As he drew closer to the telepathic call, he heard his own name being repeated over and over. Closer and closer he drew, and louder and louder his name came in his mind. He almost didn’t see it, focusing more one the voice in his mind than where he was going. He came to screeching halt outside of a temple, not completely unlike the one he’d gone to with the rest of the Z Force where they learned Telepathy. Outside stood an elderly Kanassan monk, smiling beatifically at Zuccil as he approached. Zuccil smiled back confidently as he took notice of the fact that he wasn’t even out of breath. He couldn’t believe how much stronger he’d gotten, it felt incredible. “Welcome, Zuccil, to the Temple of Saljuk. I understand you and your companions seek to learn our telepathic abilities, and hopefully thwart the Kanassan who has…turned.” said the monk, speaking a little fearfully despite his smile. “So why am I the only one here then?” Zuccil asked curiously as he looked around for the rest of the Z-Force. “We have chosen you to be one of the first to represent them. Don’t worry, most of them will get their chance, but this is yours, Zuccil.” said the monk. “You may call me Ja’vei, by the way.” “Nice to meet you, Ja’vei, so what am I hear for then?” asked Zuccil. “To join our order, and receive your training in the telepathic arts.” said Ja’vei. “And what does joining this order of yours entail?” Zuccil asked a little warily. “I’m not trying to have mind battles with anymore of your dead.” “Oh nothing like that, I assure you.” said the aging monk as he lead Zuccil inside the Temple, where a panel of four other monks sat around an altar similar to the one Zuccil and the others had seen in the ruins. Zuccil found himself feeling queezy, despite Ja’vei’s assuurances. Zuccil was beginning to question his trust in any of these Kanassans. “You must first pass three trials before you can join our order, the Trial of Patience, the Trial of Wisdom, and the Trial of Courage.” said the monk that sat farthest to the left. “Once you have completed these trials, you will be awarded with the Saljuk Sash, which will mark you as a member of our Order.” said the next monk. “This sash will also grant a boost to your powers when you meditate, which you will be doing a lot of while you are with us.” said the third monk. “The primary benefit, of course, is that it will allow you to be trained by us to master the telepathic powers you so desire to possess.” said the monk who sat the furthest to the right. “Well, what are we waiting for then?” asked Zuccil in an excited tone. “The Trial of Patience comes first, so you may want to temper your excitement, lest you become impatient.” said Ja’vei teasingly. “And what is the Trial of Patience?” asked Zuccil. “You’ll see.” said Ja’vei in the same teasing tone. Zuccil rolled his eyes in respone, and sat down indian style on the ground, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. For hours they all sat there silently, and Zuccil decided he might as well just begin meditating. He lost himself in the telepathic astral realm, doing many of same exercises he would do by himself in the gravitron on the Bega. For hours and hours he kept running through the same exercises repeatedly. He was actually thoroughly enjoying himself with this mental training session. In fact, by the time Zuccil opened his eyes, all the monks were looking at him as if they’d been waiting for him to finish for sometime. “Well, I am amazed, I did not think a Sayian would pass this trial so easily.” said the second monk. “It’s over already? I thought for sure we’d be sitting here for days.” said Zuccil. “Normally, yes, but most start out rather impatient to be trained in the actual arts.” said Ja’vei. “I’ve got all the time in world right now, why worry about it?” asked Zuccil. “What of the foe you and your companions seek to defeat?” asked the third monk. “If time was an issue, wouldn’t you have called all of us here at one time?” asked Zuccil. “Surely you must know that you cannot truly defeat him yet.” said the fourth. “Are you not anxious to gain the necessary powers to do so?” “He’s been bested twice already in the astral realm, and regardless of his physical prowess, he will be bested. Someone in this universe is always more powerful.” said Zuccil. “A fact you would know better than most, I suppose.” said the last monk. “And with that, you have now passed the Trial of Wisdom.” said Ja’vei. “Excellent, do you intend for me to move on immediately to the Trial of Courage, or may I return to my meditation?” asked Zuccil. “No, you have passed the Trial of Patience as well, we will move on to Courage.” said Ja’vei. “And what shall this final trial entail?” asked Zuccil as he stood with a confident smile on his face. Without another word, Zuccil found himself suddenly pulled into the astral realm. He had expected that this would take place in the mind, but he didn’t expect the first thing he saw. Aprot was there with him, and she looked rather horrified. Zuccil couldn’t imagine what could be frightening her so much, and then he felt it, the presence he was really here for. He turned and saw Sprout standing behind him, a malicious smile on his face. Zuccil hadn’t even been aware of the presence of his scouter, until it went off, displaying a power level closer to what Zuccil had seen from the Namek he’d faced when he first arrived. Then it began to rise rapidly as Sprout took a stance that Zuccil recognized all too well as his own finishing move. The height of the attack made Zuccil realize that neither of them would survive the attack, and he saw that Aprot was frozen with fear. Something was wrong, because he knew that Aprot would never just freeze like that, she was too smart for that. He also knew that Sprout’s power level wasn’t nearly that high. But this was a test of courage, he was meant to know this situation was embelished to suit the circumstances. Would Zuccil flee and save himself or move to save Aprot, his only option to take the blast’s full force. “Oh boy…this is going to hurt….” said Zuccil as his image slintered to blackness, reappearing in front of Aprot, directly between her Sprout, just as the blast was realeased. Zuccil felt the force, the pressure, felt his skin searing away from his flesh. He screamed in agony as he felt himself starting to disinitigrate. He watched his scouter, watched as Aprot’s power level held, and Sprout’s dropped like a stone in high gravity. He lost all feeling then, smiling when he knew that Aprot was safe, and everything went dark. Zuccil came to, still in the astral realm, lying on his back, with Ja’vei and the other four monks standing over him. He sat up with a confused expression as he looked around at them. They all looked rather stern, and Zuccil was confused as to what he’d done wrong. “I don’t get it, was that not the intended outcome of that test?” he asked curiously. “Oh you have passed the first part of the test, but there is more to come.” said the first monk. “You possess the courage to die, but do you possess to courage to live?” asked the second. The monks vanished suddenly, and Zuccil turned this way and that to try and see where they went. He turned around and saw Aprot’s dead body lying behind him, and the sight forced all but fear and sorrow from his mind. “Do you possess the courage to lose that which you love, and continue to fight?” asked the third, pulling Zuccil’s attention in another direction. This time, the heads of the other Z Force members stood on pikes, dripping blood and entrails. Zuccil dropped to his knees, blinking desperately to prove to himself it was only an illusion. “Can you face failure, and still endeavour to succeed?” asked the fourth, again pulling Zuccil’s attenions else where, and the worst site yet met Zuccil’s eyes. Turipa, run through with his own sword, was sliding down the blade into a pool of his own blood. Ruta lay lifeless, her eyes completely whited out, in the same puddle. Zuccil had actually forgotten for a moment how to breath. “Can you overcome the desire for escape, and endeavour to not let their lives be lost in vein?” asked Ja’vei, his voice sounding as if he were whispering right in Zuccil’s ear. Zuccil’s stark ebony eyes had turned white with hate, his expression seething with rage. He clenched his fists so tightly that his finger nails drew blood from his palms, ki charging in his left hand. With a violent roar, Zuccil punched ground hard, creating a shockwave that actaully shook the illusions apart. He stood, his power level peaking, and turned to see the five monks standing looking rather horrified. Tears streamed down Zuccil’s face as he raised his left hand, a large orb of blood red ki flickereing to life an inch from his palm. “I’ll kill anyone who threatens my friends…I’LL DESTROY ANYONE WHO THREATENS MY FAMILY!!!” Zuccil roared raising his hand over his head and firing the blast upward, creating a rather spectacular fireworks show. The monks then broke the connection, and Zuccil opened his eyes, realizing that his eyes were genuinely wet with tears. He looked up at the monks, almost insulted. “You have passed the trials, Zuccil.” said Ja’vei. “You are now a full member of the Order of Saljuk.” He was handed a red sash, not unlike the one he wore normally around his waist. Zuccil replaced his own with the Slajuk Sash, and saw the only real difference. This one bore the symbol of the Order, visible on the end of the left tie of the knot. The monks all bowed to Zuccil respectfully. “Welcome, Brother Zuccil.” said Ja’vei. “We are honored that you join our ranks.” “The honor is mine, Brother Ja’vei.” said Zuccil, mimicing the others to return their respect. “We have little doubt of your success in the events to come, Zuccil.” said the first monk. “But be wary, for things will only get more difficult from here.” said the second. “Your mind will be tested to it utmost limitations.” said the third. “Are you ready for your real training to begin, Brother?” asked the fourth. “I suppose there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” asked Zuccil, smiling slyly. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WC:1,987 |
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