Praise the Sun!

Sunny Tower of No Return

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Deep in the lands of Fiore there lies a tower shrouded in the sun's mysterious glow, those who venture in never return. This has gifted the tower with a horrible reputation to the common man, but for Sharp it has a far more atrocious symbolism attached to it. The tower doesn't just claim others, it claims them in the name of a false god, that of the sun. This Sharp couldn't allow, such a heretical mockery of Chaoris, surely those who lived within the tower would pay dearly for their treachery, especially considering the girl who had gone missing, one from Chaoris's own flock. Such a debauchery would end in lobotomization of those who dared to speak, against the truth of the universe, of the blood and carnage that would flow forth from every conflict, of the feeling of one blade hitting another, one growing martial skill, and becoming a proud warrior. Relying upon some false god who was the sun, such heresy wouldn't be tolerated.

The calming atmosphere on the way to the tower only built up Sharp's purpose as she approached. They had a peaceful landscape, no one had dared to touch them, and their worship was going unharassed, while now Sharp didn't desire to try and find emotions through slaughter, she would still fight against those who would debase his worship as the man she loved. It wasn't emotionless anymore for her, it was more personal. The calming walkways and the lush landscapes only made the thought of their power grow within her mind, and how she should stamp it out once and for all. Even those in the nearby towns held a fear of the tower, held it with respect, but not due to their knowledge of those inside, only because of the rumors, for such a weak religion to claim one who had worshiped Chaoris, it was unforgivable.

Arriving at the base of the tower, the heat of the sun beat down upon the ornamental bricks, and the various desert conditioned plants. It was a peaceful place, that would drop one's guard if they weren't prepared with knowledge beforehand of the sins that lay within. A cult of thieves and false worshippers of non-existent gods. The calming area that mimicked a desert resort would become run with blood this day, Sharp would make sure of it. She saw the door to the tower proper before her, but didn't approach, instead she would wait to see all that was about the grounds, she wished to ensure that entry wouldn't make it impossible to leave, the windows seemed breakable, and the grounds didn't seem to contain hidden traps, but one could never be too sure, especially when many hadn't returned yet. Keeping a look out at the same time as searching Sharp would circle the grounds before entering proper, not knowing that someone else may attempt to approach the tower...

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Total WC: 483/4375
Post WC: 483

The grounds proved uneventful, except for the heat that was radiating off of the various features. The brightly colored landscape and various desert plants made the area almost look peaceful in a Tuscan vibe, but Sharp knew the truth, what was being preached within the walls of this place was anything but peaceful. It was devastatingly cruel in how others were being taught to praise a false god, and to fight against the natural order of the world. Still they hadn't laid any obvious traps, and even if they knew of her presence, she was skilled enough to hide her aura of conflict from their gazes. To them, she might just look like a pilgrim on a journey to their promised land, though the only thing she would ever promise them is a swift death. Finishing her encircling of the compound Sharp would make her way around to the front, only to spy with her little eye a small figure approaching the tower. Upon a more focused glance, she seemed very unsure of herself, had she come to try and find the truth that people offered? That was unacceptable.

It was then that the door gave out a loud clack noise, as a man unlocked the many contraptions upon and walked out. Sharp hiding out of sight used her trinket to spy on him, he was clad in vibrant white robes with symbols of the sun upon it. it was regal, but not nearly as fancy as she would have expected, he must be respected but not high ranked, probably the first one that many people entering the tower met. Spreading out his arms he looked up towards the sun.

"Praise the sun, my child."

Turning his gaze down towards Lucie, the man would give a soft smile.

"So many guests today, my little friend have you come to know the sun's warm embrace and promises?"

Sadly the man wouldn't get a response, or at least not one which he would enjoy, or expect. His vibrant robes glowed a crimson color as Sharp's magical blade pierced right through his sternum, magical red petals floating out from the gaping wound that he had now suffered.

"No one else will know your heresy and lies. Die the embrace of your false god prophet."

Pushing the blade out of his backside, Sharp kicked him to the ground, his wound bleeding out petals, till he finally passed away. As he fell, however, Sharp would grab the keys from his hand so as to have free access to the place, since there was still much work to be done. Looking up towards Lucie, Sharp would give less of a glance of contempt and more of curiosity, she didn't seem all that strong, but that could be deceiving, after all, Sharp's magical ability to many normally appeared mundane.

"What is one such as you doing here? Joining, revenge, or something else? If joining don't they are a false cult that will lead you down only a path of emptiness, if Revenge then you seem far too weak to accomplish it, though I admire your spirit, if another speak so that I may know the one before me before I complete my own form of pilgrimage."

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Total WC: 1022/4375
Post WC: 539

The little girl before Sharp seemed to be more concerned with her mission, whatever it was, then in replying to Sharp's quandaries. This had the effect of actually gaining more respect with Sharp than if she had communicated with her, as it showed more of a dedication and commitment to a goal than simply saying you were. Even with most of her emotions back and empathy, Sharp was still a fairly simple creature, and valued actions far more than words or feelings, though one would gain double points if they had the same feelings with their actions, but that is another story. Sharp sort of admired this girl from the perspective of, she didn't even flinch in front of the man's death, that showed some experience as well, perhaps she was here to silence the cult due to them wronging her, and didn't care, or maybe she was just cold to the sight of death, which was the case with Sharp herself. After a thousand or so battles, all Sharp could really see is death, though this girl seemed far too young, an ironic statement coming from Sharp, for that sort of experience, anything could happen in a world filled with magic; regardless Sharp would now take an interest in this girl, if only because she wished to see her motivation, and was already heading towards the tower anyway.

As she entered the tower, quite a few of the men inside started to make their way towards the entrance, the little girl they found amusing, and at first they weren't threatened at all by her, but as they glanced around her and looked past her on the cliff, well, things got a bit messy. Their faces turned from expressions of welcoming into expressions of disdain, there wasn't a Sharp to be found, no instead she had teleported within the tower proper and was hiding out of plain sight, so it looked like it was Lucie's doing. Raising their hands and weapons, they prepared to fight the little girl who had dared to kill one of their brothers this day.

Total WC: 1371/4375
Post WC: 349