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Vergil's heart game r1
You feel weak, your body won't move no matter how you try, and you are falling, away from everything you know and love. Away from everything you need to accomplish. If you could just reach out, maybe you could hold on to it, claw your way back. But it's a useless endeavour, you fall unconscious, and your mind goes blank except for poetry and a familiar voice.
O mother Enitharmon, wilt thou bring forth other sons?
To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found,
For I am faint with travail,
Like the dark cloud disburden'd in the day of dismal thunder.
My roots are brandish'd in the heavens, my fruits in earth beneath
Surge, foam and labour into life, first born and first consum'd!
Consumed and consuming!
Then why shouldst thou, accursed mother, bring me into life?
You wake on the ground in a cave, cold, wet, and sticky. It smells of rotting flesh. Your objective is clear, but you can't recall a name or face. Nothing else about your memory of him is changed, but for some reason the name "Vergil" just won't come to you, and you couldn't describe how he looks if your life depended on it. But at least your body starts to respond to your will, slowly regaining enough strength to carry on.
To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found,
For I am faint with travail,
Like the dark cloud disburden'd in the day of dismal thunder.
My roots are brandish'd in the heavens, my fruits in earth beneath
Surge, foam and labour into life, first born and first consum'd!
Consumed and consuming!
Then why shouldst thou, accursed mother, bring me into life?
You wake on the ground in a cave, cold, wet, and sticky. It smells of rotting flesh. Your objective is clear, but you can't recall a name or face. Nothing else about your memory of him is changed, but for some reason the name "Vergil" just won't come to you, and you couldn't describe how he looks if your life depended on it. But at least your body starts to respond to your will, slowly regaining enough strength to carry on.
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and looks at the other statue. ]
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A statue that appears to be made of gold and stained nickle. It depicts a woman with a lion's head, carrying a giant hourglass upon her back like Atlas. There is no sand in the hourglass, but something does seem to flow within it. The words inscribed below read "The Watcher of Time". When you approach it, a voice rings in your ears.
Those who desire to acquire the ancient ways of war shall offer the blood of monsters in exchange.
Devil Star Increases demonic power. 500 red orbs
Tail bow a big red bow, you know, for your tail. It's very charming. 100 red orbs
Monocle is this...true power? 100 red orbs
Arm need a hand? It's a right forearm. Like, from a person. 100 red orbs
Painting it looks like it's of Yamato. 100 red orbs
Flowers a bouquet of regular, non-demonic flowers. 100 red orbs
Journal leatherbound and full of poetry. 100 red orbs
Violin surely this is self-explanatory. 100 red orbs
Robes for the Master of Ceremonies, Ligrev. 100 red orbs
You have 1000 red orbs.
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and whatever the hell a devil star is ]
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Don't worry, we're working on video game logic here, you can carry all this just fine. Congrats on built in bag of holding.
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anyway putting everything in his inventory. he's going to give these to people later!! then going to look at the mirror. ]
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It's an oval shape, the frame highly ornamented, and while it only floats about two feet off the ground, it's a good five feet tall. Which makes the image reflected in it quite clear. You won't see yourself or the library in it, but rather another room entirely. Trying to touch it at all will make it quickly apparent this is a sort of portal to the world it shows.
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