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Shadowcaster
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Supreme Hero
Shaded Scribe
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posted July 27, 2005 04:32 AM |
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The rogue nodded, and turned to leave the room.
"Don't go running away on me, now," the shadow mage said after Edwin.
"Don't go starting any wars without me," Edwin shot back. He turned and left the room, and Mordikai motioned for his guards to leave the room as well. He signaled one to follow Edwin in case the rogue had something up his sleeve. The other simply was to wait outside the door.
The shadow mage stepped out onto the balcony. His had been a life full of peril, yet here he stood, despite losing everything he loved not once, but thrice. Mordikai never would have told RSF, but he regretted leaving the Order fort and following the earth mage when he first arrived in the realm of those who had been his enemies just a day before. That night in the dungeon, he had had plenty of time to think, and the notion of death in the morning made Mordikai fear the dawn even more than he had. But it also drove him to reflection.
He had just killed the one he loved, and was on his way to killing his best friend as well before the crowds swarmed over him in protest. Now all that the shadow mage wanted was to go back, to undo that which he had done. The time mage could have Shiela, just bring her back.
"Bring her back!" he shouted. The echo circled the large dungeon for what seemed an eternity before a "Shut up!" took its place.
Why had he done this to himself, he thought? But now it was too late. He'd taken everything from himself: the woman he loved, his only friend in the world, and even the smile on his mother's face. A shadow fell over his face.
He began to speak softly to himself, and as if in a daze he spoke utter truth.
"I've done nothing but cast shadows my whole life, but before, they were to keep those who shunned me away, to keep those who would not have come in anyway out of my life. But now..." he trailed off as his speech slipped into silent thought.
Now his shadows had been turned on his friends, on himself even, and his shadow of misery had spread like those on a plain just before sunset. It had blanketed his life now; he wasn't even worthy of his name anymore. Mordikai, he resolved, would die alone. He would die Shadowcaster. At least it would be over soon.
The newly christened Shadowcaster looked up through the bars at the moon - his last ever. It wasn't even full, he thought. Shadowcaster had always hoped to be like the moon, a light borne in darkness, one that revels in the night but is not consumed by it. Now the moon was just a tiny sliver, it would probably go unseen the next night.
"Life is full of ironies." With that, he drifted into sleep.
Shadowcaster slept for a grand total of 27 minutes before the walls came tumbling down. He looked around, startled, realizing that he was the only one left alive. This couldn't be a coincidence.
Over a hill of rubble appeared a ragged, exhausted earth mage. He wore the hood of the priest that had been present at Rinaldo and Shiela's wedding. Shadowcaster never realized it, but he had saved his friend's life.
Wolfman was there to cause a disturbance in the Order fort, to cause inner strife by playing the role of twisted priest. After all, Order had always hung onto its religion as justification, where would they turn if one of their symbols of holiness turned on them and bathed in the blood of one of their innocents. He was there to kill the happy couple, but the shadow mage had beaten him to it.
Upon seeing the fallen bride and the invisible assassin, Wolfman fled the scene. At first, he had cursed himself. If he returned to the fort of Chaos and reported that his mission had failed, he'd be beaten - perhaps to death. He found his way into a dark alleyway nearby and watched the commotion. The crowd seized the killer as he advanced on the groom and brought him before the God of Spam, their diety. Something in him clicked, and the earth mage determined to bring the shadow mage back to join the armies of Chaos in place of a mission success. Chaos always loved to have more assassins, surely he would get off easier if he brought one with him. The shadow mage was going to die anyway, so he had nothing to lose. He would surely join their cause.
Wolfman was right.
He had been so grateful to have been saved that he joined Chaos without a thought. They, by nature, adopted the philosophy "An Eye for an Eye, and Any Eye Will Do". Revenge was so ingrained into his system that he had forgotten that he himself was largely responsible for his pain, and instead devoted himself to a goal that was, in reality, only a distraction. After all, if he looked high and low for Rinaldo, he wouldn't have to look inside himself.
Then he realized something. This wasn't who he was; Mordikai wasn't of this lifestyle, but he had changed enough that he no longer belonged with Order, either. He had nowhere to go, yet could not go anywhere because these men depended on him. They looked up to him as their leader. Mordikai had to break them of him, somehow.
Then, an idea struck. Edwin!
He could prove useful. The armies of Chaos needed a leader, and there was no man more suited to the job than the rogue that had beaten their traps. Edwin would lead the men better than Mordikai ever could, the only problem lied with convincing him to stay. Rogues were, by nature, solitary creatures, never part of an army. A guild, maybe, but never an army. He had to convince Edwin to stay, somehow.
First he had to figure out why the rogue had come here in the first place.
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Leo_Lion
Honorable
Supreme Hero
The 5th Element & 6th Sense!
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posted July 28, 2005 04:54 AM |
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Unaware of his master's troubles at the Fort of Order, Artemus was content with having enlisted the cooperation of the still un-named creature. After having barked a few commands for his soldiers to resume their voyage, Artemus made secret hand gestures to the men, informing them to remain vigilant and watchful. Despite his uneasy feelings towards this strange creature, the old man was glad just to be travelling once again towards their impending meeting with Mordikai, at the Chaos Fort.
As the group plodded along under a clear moonlit sky, Artemus took the time to explain to his new companion how the Fort of Order had been reorganized over the last few years. He described how he had come to these lands, after having ended his tenure as a Supreme Magi, and had recruited many people from nearby villages to his cause.
"At first, a small band of volunteers and I set up our base of operations in the abandoned Fort of Order. Then we basically started acting as a sort of police force within local communities. We not only created laws that were fair, and enforced them, but we also educated the public on how to avoid using violence or theft to resolve their problems. By teaching the populace to respect one another and to help those in need, we hoped to not only reduce overall crime, but to also start changing the roots of society for the better. Some may say that we were founding a religion, but the fact remains that we were helping people to find joy in their lives through a simple philosophy of kindness and compassion...and we are still doing that to this very day."
"And what does this have to do with anything, old man?" retorted the flying creature.
Happy to recount stories from his past, Artemus continued describing his involvement in establishing the current manifestation of the Fort of Order. "Well, as more and more people volunteered to assist me in improving the world around us, we essentially established an unofficial government. Our base of operations naturally transformed itself into a shelter for the poor, a hospital for healing, a prison for criminals, a storehouse for supplies, a library of knowledge, and an office for keeping records of our various members and their functions in the group. Eventually, we found it fitting to renovate the old Fort and declare it the home of Order, as it embodied the goal that all of our new society was labouring towards.”
“I see…” replied the new companion. He was curious to know more about Artemus and the role his Forces of Order were playing in present times, so he continued with his probing questions. “But, why did you do all of these things? As a former Supreme Magi, why would you go through the trouble of helping mere mortals to organize their society, instead of simply subjugating them?”
“My plan, all along, was to bring the people of these lands out of the dark ages that lingered from their bloody and disturbing history. I had witnessed many atrocities as a Supreme Magi and was often incapable of interfering to prevent them.” As Artemus continued explaining himself, he spoke loudly, so that his soldiers could hear the emotion in his voice. “After I resigned from my post, I was free to involve myself as much as I wished with these people. Now, after a few years of interfering, I am glad to see that my people are healthy, happy, and free from the dangers that plagued their lives in the past. That is why we are travelling to meet with Mordikai. We seek to prevent chaos from filtering back into our ordered society!”
Upon hearing such inspirational words, the soldiers let out a boisterous cry in their native language. To Gorm, there seemed to be obvious religious undertones in the way that Artemus spoke and to the reaction that his men expressed. Although extreme fanaticism bothered him, Gorm could sense that these people’s beliefs were not overly righteous, but that they were simply good-natured. “The important thing in all of this”, he thought to himself, “is to eventually find a way that I can use these people’s values to my advantage."
And so, he decided that it would be in his best interest to enlighten his new travelling companions as to who he was and why he had returned to these lands. If he could convince Artemus that he was an ally before they arrived at the Chaos Fort and faced Mordikai, perhaps he would find a way of exploiting the situation.
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*The end to no beginning...
*Take care, Leo
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Asmodean
Responsible
Supreme Hero
Heroine at the weekend.
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posted July 29, 2005 10:20 PM |
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Physically exhausted Dean collapsed on the mattress in his tent.
The village had been easy to pacify, but the ritual of binding a demon to a human form performed time after time with no room for error had left him both physically and mentally drained.
With the loss of his general and the stubbornness of the Angel his plan was proceeding much slower than he wanted.
'Flay them all' he muttered in his half-asleep state. 'Destroy them in their arrogance'.
Even asleep Dean's hunger for revenge burned like lava in his veins. The Order hadn't paid enough, he just hadn't collected the full price yet for his banishment.
As always the Ice Mace lay within arms reach of Dean, ready to be snatched up in an instant should danger threaten. As he slept it began to glow a bright blue, washing Deans face with light.
As Dean slept the glow intensified until Dean's eyes fluttered as he slowly awoke.
Throwing up his hand to shield his eyes, he picked up the Ice Mace and felt a ....vibration.
'No!' he cried. 'Impossible! We defeated you all!'
Falling to his knees he wracked his brains for every last scrap of knowledge about the Mace he carried. For more than five minutes he sat in deep thought, the light of the Sapphire embedded in the Mace still bathing him in blue light.
Like a viper he was on his feet and out of the tent barking orders to the few nomads still human.
'Strike the camp. We march now. You have 10 minutes. We travel north!'
Dean would use the Mace as a divining rod, to home in on the source of the disturbance. He would 'recruit' from every village he passed until he had an army to blot out the land for miles around. And when he found this disturbance he would put an end to it, once and for all.
There could only be one Overlord of this world, and that would be HIM.
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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Shadowcaster
Honorable
Supreme Hero
Shaded Scribe
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posted August 02, 2005 02:49 AM |
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A few minutes later, Edwin returned alone.
"What happened?"
"The paladin, Somar was his name, simply had a few questions. I took the liberty to answer them myself and then sent him on his way." He chuckled. "The poor guy seemed pretty reluctant to go; I doubt this army has seen the last of him."
Mordikai seemed worried. What if the men found out that a paladin had visited and been turned away? What if he was a turncoat from Order? He would surely have provided some valuable information if he was sincere about defecting, but then again, he could have been a spy. The shadow mage eventually decided that it was for the best.
"So what questions did he ask?"
"Well, he kept asking for a 'Shadowcaster', ring a bell?" The rogue really knew that Shadowcaster and Mordikai were one and the same, but he wanted to see the shadow mage's reaction. After all, if he told Mordikai all he knew about him, there was no way he'd ally with Edwin.
"I knew him...once," Mordikai replied distantly. He seemed to be drifting away into a memory, but Edwin pulled him back into reality.
"I sent the man away, that's all that matters. Now tell me this: are we allies?"
"I can't see why not."
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Leo_Lion
Honorable
Supreme Hero
The 5th Element & 6th Sense!
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posted August 02, 2005 06:57 AM |
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"So, this is how it ends for me...as a pile of slime on the floor?" thought Lyon, while wearing a smirk on his face. Although the prospect of dying had never been foreign to him, he had never expected the time to come so soon in his short and eventful life. He could only hope that by sacrificing himself to the lethal bubble that its rampage of destruction might end.
As he floated within the unknown orb, Lyon was surprised to see it glowing in a variety of colours that could not be seen from the outside. If the situation weren't so deadly, he would easily have described it as one of the most beautiful things that he had ever seen. The colours suddenly changed, however, from soothing yellows to a dark red, and true to form, all inanimate objects within the sphere melted away. No longer wearing his comfortable silk pyjamas or anything else for that matter, Lyon looked over his naked body in order to witness the first signs of deterioration.
The colour within the sphere changed once again and took on a pastel green hue this time. After almost a minute, though, nothing had happened…Lyon remained unharmed. And so, the deadly chamber’s colour shifted back to the earlier dark red and then returned once more to the nauseating green. After another minute, Lyon remained naked, yet solid and whole. Once the sphere repeated the colour change, Lyon realised that it was unable to breakdown his body into the trademark slime.
The colour scheme that had been omnipresent for the last few minutes abruptly disappeared and left the ball translucent to the outside world. Seeing the blurred shapes of numerous soldiers in the room around him, Lyon did not know what would happen next, but at least now he had a glimmer of hope that he might survive this encounter. The sensation would be short-lived, however, as the sphere burst into a kaleidoscope of sensations. His vision was assailed by shifting geometrical shapes that danced over a blinking canvas of colours. His hearing was overwhelmed by loud noises booming under high-pitched creaks. He could feel smooth liquids intermingling along his body with a rough texture. His smell and taste were completely confused by sweetness blending with rotting decay.
Although he feared that this was the sensation of death, Lyon’s secret sense told him that the sphere was simply trying something new. Since it had been unable to destroy his body, as it had done to his clothing and jewellery, it was now attempting to turn his mind into the proverbial slime. The assault on his senses immediately took effect and broke his hold on reality. Now, Lyon felt adrift in a sea of nothingness. He couldn’t remember where or who he was, or even what he was doing. But through this sensation of helplessness, he was able to steel his resolve and focus his thoughts on stress-management exercises that Artemus had taught him.
At first, he was able to slow the sphere’s damage by reducing his sensitivity to external stimuli through meditation. Then, he was able to stop the progression altogether by completely shutting himself off from the outside world. Now that he had built adequate defences to protect his weakened mind, Lyon began putting things back together within his consciousness. He was quickly able to regain a sense of time and place, but his identity was harder to find within the tangled mess.
Not knowing where to begin, Lyon decided that he might be able to rebuild his self-awareness if he were to reorganize his past. Delving deep into the confines of his mind, Lyon could see memories playing out in a mish-mashed arrangement that followed no chronological order. Therefore, he painstakingly began sorting through what he recognized from his childhood up to his current adolescence; until he could identify his life from start to finish.
Although he was relieved to remember who he was, Lyon was perplexed to discover an abundance of memories still floating around in his consciousness. Unable to remember where or when some of these events took place, the only thing that seemed to link some of them to his own life was occasional appearances by Artemus. Utilizing his special ability to make sense of the jumbled images, Lyon soon began connecting memories together, like puzzle pieces falling neatly into place. He looked over them one-by-one and scrutinized their contents in order to find similarities with other memories. After what seemed like an eternity (but had actually been less than a minute due to his mind racing at incredible speeds), Lyon could clearly define not one, but two, separate lifetimes of memories within him!
No longer concerned with the sphere that had failed to kill him or destroy his sanity, Lyon asked himself: “Who do these memories belong to and why do I possess them?” In posing these questions and running them through his truth filter, he was dumbfounded at the obvious, yet impossible, answer that stood before his mind’s eye.
“These memories belong to my parents!”
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*The end to no beginning...
*Take care, Leo
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2XtremeToTake
Promising
Supreme Hero
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posted August 02, 2005 09:11 AM |
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The Unholy One continued his path in order to find the Six who had caused his defeat. But something had been nagging at the back of his head...How was he caught? How MUCH time had elasped? He realized he knew nothing of what had happened in the last 4 years.
"Elf, tell me something. What happened? I have absoloutly no recollection of the final battle. Its obvious of who won, but I desire the details"
Of course you wouldnt remember. You weren't meant to.
"Well, will you tell me? After my quest is completed, I might just think about letting you rest in peace finally. I'm sure you have no...desire...to stay with me for all of eternity."
Very well...Where shall I begin? Several of the Forsaken ones started to turn on each other. Namely against Motherdark, the only one to remain loyal to her was the foolish giant, Tytan.
Tension began to rise between the remaining ones. I do not know much of what happened between them. I do know that the Mage's formed an alliance with my people, in order to exterminate you and your remaining brethern from the land. The four crystals were eventually all found and put into weapons. The forsaken ones were hunted down one by one. Killed for eternity. This time they wouldn't be brought back, except by extradonairly powerful necromancy...Which you no longer possess.
"Well then why am I still alive, when the others are not?"
You were the hardest to find and kill. We could have you in our grasp then you would dissappear. When you were finally cornered, we decided you would have to suffer the most, as you were responsible for this entire war. The war that claimed so many innocent lives...
"And after my quest is complete, i will claim many more!"
The Unholy One came across civilization at last, when he felt a sharp disturbance. One of the power crystals were nearby. Along with a soul he reconized clearly. He could not place exactly who it was, but the first victim was ready to be claimed.
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I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.
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Deimos
Known Hero
LHW Paladin
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posted August 02, 2005 06:49 PM |
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After his conversation with Edwin, Somar stood outside the Chaos Fort, deep in thought. Finally, he walked up to a guard.
Somar: Sir, could you please let me speak to Lord Shadowcaster?
Guard: There is no Shadowcaster here. He is gone.
Somar: Gone? As in dead?
Guard: I am not at liberty to speak. I'm just a lowly guard.
Somar walked a few paces away.
Somar: Very well then. Perhaps it is time for a more energetic solution.
He knelt down, and started praying.
Somar: Zeus, god of gods, grant me insight on how I may enter the Chaos fort.
For a while, nothing happened. Then Somar's expression brightened. Again, Somar walked up to the guard.
Somar: May I speak to.. Lord Mordikai? And I don't want to speak to that rouge.
Guard: I'll see.
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Let's Have War=Best thread on HC.
By the way, my name is Deimos, not Diemos.
Some people don't have a life. Others spend it on HC- Lord Woock.
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2XtremeToTake
Promising
Supreme Hero
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posted August 02, 2005 07:13 PM |
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OOC: Deimos..wtf? What happened to your original character?
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I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.
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Shadowcaster
Honorable
Supreme Hero
Shaded Scribe
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posted August 02, 2005 07:58 PM |
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Just then, a guard entered the room.
"Sir, the paladin is back. He's asking for you."
"Me? But how could he know?" he asked, glancing at the rogue. Edwin shrugged. "Very well, I will go and question him myself."
And I'll make sure he knows that betrayal will not be tolerated, he thought to himself.
Mordikai navigated the labyrinth with ease, followed by the pair of guards assigned to watch his room. He had left his personal guard with Edwin, just in case. There was still something funny about that rogue; he knew more about Mordikai and this place than he let off. Once he had finished with this paladin, he would figure out once and for all what this rogue was here to do.
The gates swung open and Mordikai walked into the sunlight, extending his hand toward the paladin.
"Greetings," he said.
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gorman
Promising
Legendary Hero
Been around since before 2003
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posted August 03, 2005 08:35 AM |
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*flying roughly ten feet above the ground near Artemus' side, we eventually saw the shadow cast by the Chaos Fort. Noticing something near the giant doors of the fort I raise a hand.*
Gorman: Hold on....there's something going on at the Fort. Can you use your magic to tell who or what is there? To me, it appears to be a Paladin and ...something else..... Shall we proceed Artemus or not?
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When all else fails... Take notes.... ALL the time... ESPECIALLY when playing D&D.... or Pokemon in my case
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Deimos
Known Hero
LHW Paladin
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posted August 03, 2005 05:30 PM |
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Quote:
OOC: Deimos..wtf? What happened to your original character?
OOC: Somar banished him to the Inferno. Read my post.
Somar: Ah, hello. You are Lord Mordikai?
Mordikai: Yes.
Somar: I have been told... to see you.
Mordikai: By whom?
Somar: By Zeus, the god of gods. I am in this land converting heathens to religion and I heard about a leader of people named Shadowcaster. I was told he lived here. I tried to talk to him, but a rouge turned me away. Then Zeus, god of gods, told me to ask for Lord Mordikai. I do not know why he wills this, but I am just a lowly paladin, and it is not my place to question the gods.
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Let's Have War=Best thread on HC.
By the way, my name is Deimos, not Diemos.
Some people don't have a life. Others spend it on HC- Lord Woock.
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Leo_Lion
Honorable
Supreme Hero
The 5th Element & 6th Sense!
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posted August 05, 2005 08:24 AM |
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"I guess that it would have been too easy to simply walk up to the front gates of the Chaos Fort and stroll in to meet Mordikai, eh gentlemen?" joked Artemus. He knew that things were going to get very tense, very soon. So, he determined that a little humour might help his men and Gorm to relax a little before getting down to the serious business of hammering out a peace agreement.
As he turned to face the winged creature, Artemus said: “Gorm, I would rather avoid using magic in these circumstances, as it might lead to misunderstandings. I think it would be better if we approached the gates with our arms out and our hands held open; to indicate that we come in peace and do not bear arms. After all, the best weapons for a diplomatic negotiation are a quick mind, a sharp tongue, and lots of faith!” Artemus delivered this last remark with a smirk on his face that brought out a few nervous chuckles from his escort party.
Considering that the sun was steadily rising and that a new day had already began, Artemus decided that any further delays might contribute to making Lyon’s prediction of bloodshed become reality. So, after hours of travelling from the Fort of Order, he finally led the way to the gates of the Chaos Fort. As the peace envoy approached slowly and confidently, they saw that Gorm had accurately spotted a paladin at the gates. But to their surprise, the something else he had seen from a distance was none other than Mordikai himself.
Based on the confused looks that both men wore on their faces, Artemus could tell that their conversation was serious and possibly even troubling. Although this disturbed him because it threatened to derail any attempts at peace between the forces of Order and Chaos, he decided that nothing ventured would result in nothing gained. So, with a strengthened resolve to successfully breach the long-standing gap between both worlds, he spoke to the two men before him: “Pardon me gentlemen, but my name is Artemus and I have travelled here from the Fort of Order on important and urgent business.”
Noting that the guards stationed nearby had reached for their swords after he had introduced himself, Artemus decided to quickly address any fears or prejudices that they might have regarding him or his reasons for being at the Chaos Fort. “I wish to assure you Mordikai that my companions and I have come here with noble and peaceful intentions.” Adjusting his tone of voice in order to convey as much sincerity and truth as possible, Artemus continued to explain himself: “Early last night, I witnessed an omen that spoke of violence and bloodshed in the coming day. Upon careful consideration and deliberation, my advisors and I decided to leave no stone unturned in order to avoid such an undesirable situation, or at least to minimize its implications. It is for that reason, and for the common good of both our dominions, that we have come today.”
When he didn’t receive an immediate response to his declaration, Artemus cautiously added: “I know that Chaos and Order do not have the friendliest of histories, but I think that it is time to reconcile and begin anew.” As he gestured to Mordikai and the paladin, Artemus continued: “I apologize if we have arrived at an inopportune moment, but as I just stated, we come here to avoid a possible crisis that was foretold to occur today.”
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*The end to no beginning...
*Take care, Leo
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Shadowcaster
Honorable
Supreme Hero
Shaded Scribe
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posted August 05, 2005 10:10 AM |
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"It is not my place to believe them," he returned. "I know where death leads; I've been there, so don't try and tell me that I need fear judgement, that I should hope for some eternal reward. Justice exists only in the land of the living, my boy." His last words seemed to have struck a nerve with the paladin, who was quite possibly older than the shadow mage himself. Mordikai acted in this way toward all self-righteous religion mongers. Although he could tell this one was different.
The paladin didn't respond, but he did wear an expression of concern, one that hinted he was here for some other purpose altogether. Mordikai hated being lied to, though he himself was a proficient deceiver. Nothing grated the shadow mage more than someone who thought they could outlie him.
Somar remained silent, reluctant to say any more. The shadow mage did wonder why, but he didn't have long to worry before a white wizard walked directly into his line of sight and seemed to direct Mordikai's gaze up to his own. He knew right away that he was looking into the face of Artemus, the restarter and leader of the Order he sought to unravel.
Artemus began to speak, and talked of omens of bloodshed and reconciliation. Omens! Such nonsense, he thought. The wizard had paused momentarily, and the shadow mage looked up at him again. Artemus seemed to be searching for an answer, clinging to the hope that somehow he would find a way to appease the shadow mage's apparent bloodlust.
As if on cue, Artemus once again assured the shadow mage that he meant no harm.
"What's with the apologies?" Now it was his turn to talk and the wizard's to listen in disbelief. "I could kill you now, have your head on a spit for all the men to see. They love a good bloodsport, I hope you know," Mordikai was exaggerating a bit, as he was not guided by rashness as he had once been, but continued in hopes of ridding himself of the peacemaker. "It was bold of you to walk in here uninvited and hope for anything more, don't you think?"
He turned his back and began to walk slowly toward the fort, knowing full well that he had the full attention of the white wizard. He didn't wait for an answer to his question: "Let me tell you what I am going to do with you." He turned back, and for the first time, saw the angel standing next to Artemus.
"Gorm?"
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Deimos
Known Hero
LHW Paladin
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posted August 05, 2005 04:24 PM |
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Somar: An angel!
Mordikai: What are you doing here?!
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Let's Have War=Best thread on HC.
By the way, my name is Deimos, not Diemos.
Some people don't have a life. Others spend it on HC- Lord Woock.
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gorman
Promising
Legendary Hero
Been around since before 2003
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posted August 05, 2005 06:18 PM |
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*Listening to Mordikai's reponse to Artemus only made me realize something, he'd be foolish to believe that he could stop Dean's demonic army alone. Now that they've noticed me, I guess it was up to ME to do something to convince him*
Gorman: Yes Mordikai. I am here on....official....business. Artemus is right on one thing at least. Peace between the two factioins would be a wise decision. There are more powerful forces at work here than YOU could ever imagine. *says this last part and points at Mordikai for dramatic affect*
Mordikai: What are you talking about??
Gorman: I'm refering to an army being built by an old....companion of mine. Dean...*notes the sudden astonished gaze on Artemus' face*....has very likely been using his vile magics to make himself a...."super" army. One that could easily tear any of your two factions to shreds in mere seconds. Mordikai, I do not quite know what your intentions are, but if it's bloodshed you're after, you'll see plenty. However, if either of you want to live to see the day after this war.....alliance would be nearly our only option. Heed my words carefully and take consideration. *Slowly turns and starts to walk away before adding* Oh....and by the way.....I don't think demons take kindly to humans....
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When all else fails... Take notes.... ALL the time... ESPECIALLY when playing D&D.... or Pokemon in my case
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RedSoxFan3
Admirable
Legendary Hero
Fan of Red Sox
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posted August 05, 2005 11:16 PM |
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Edwin stepped from the shadows to stand next to Mordikai and gave him a stern look of warning. The three men all turned to stare at the unfamiliar face.
"Don't go start any wars without me," the rogue whispered to the shadow mage, he then raised his voice to address everyone. "I can confirm the powers of this man Dean. I have had my one encounter with him. And I trust you that there will be only one more. When that time comes at least one of us will die. I will not get into the details of the encounter, but let me say that after a disagreement between the two of us, he summoned a dozen wyverns to stalk and hunt me for weeks after my escape. By now he is certain to be far more powerful than when I had met him, which was two years ago." Edwin stepped back to let Mordikai speak his mind, but not before he turned to whisper to Mordikai a second time, "If you wish to find and defeat the one you have sought for so long, then you will accept this treaty; else you may find that I disappear from your ranks.” The shadow mage raised an eyebrow at the sudden realization of the rogues intentions. Silence took over the group with all eyes on Mordikai awaiting his decision.
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Shadowcaster
Honorable
Supreme Hero
Shaded Scribe
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posted August 06, 2005 06:03 AM |
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Mordikai couldn't believe his luck. Both Edwin and Gorm knew where Dean was! Five years of waiting would soon come to an end. All he had to do was ally with this wizard until he had cornered Dean. His quarrel was not with Artemus anyway; the two had never before met.
The shadow mage, despite his position, was hesitant to trust Artemus. Though he would not trust the wizard, the two men were more alike than either would care to admit: both were politicians, deceivers in their very deepest core. After all, that was the only practical way to gain such massive followings as they had aside from robbing graves with the necromancers from the north, and the undead weren't very good company.
In the end, his desire to finally be at peace overpowered his inherent distrust toward Artemus. Mordikai would have to let down his emotional barriers if he hoped to get anywhere in his hunt for closure. Once Dean had been killed, the shadow mage wouldn't have to cling to life so desperately, and would be able to embrace the death he had been denied for so long. Only a reunification with Rinaldo, his old friend, could change his mind. The time mage and the summoner were all he had left. Both supplied much-needed purpose to the wayward mage.
Surely the time mage couldn't ignore his former best friend's pivotal role in what was sure to be one of the biggest wars of their time. Mordikai was sure he'd meet his friend again before his time on this earth was through.
All these thoughts passed through his mind in an instant, and he shot glances around to the rogue, wizard, angel, and even the paladin. They all wished for this alliance to succeed. Mordikai smiled, something he did not often do, and turned to the wizard.
"Very well, I concede," he began slowly and deliberately, "Who am I to deny hope to the people of this land?" He could see relief creep onto each of the faces in what loosely resembled a huddle.
Mordikai then turned to Somar.
"Care to take a little break from your quest to help us stomp out a madman? I doubt your god would mind."
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Deimos
Known Hero
LHW Paladin
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posted August 06, 2005 03:20 PM |
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Somar: Exactly what can this madman do? Is he just a summoner, or is there more to him?
Artemus: Well, he can do many things. He destroyed the Royal Order of Supreme Magi-
Somar: Good riddance to the unholy idiots.
Artemus: I am a Supreme Magi.
Somar: Well, I am a paladin. So, if you don't mind, I am your superior!
Artemus: That's riduculous. Anyway, there's no telling what Dean might do next.
Somar: Fine. I'll help you.
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Let's Have War=Best thread on HC.
By the way, my name is Deimos, not Diemos.
Some people don't have a life. Others spend it on HC- Lord Woock.
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Shadowcaster
Honorable
Supreme Hero
Shaded Scribe
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posted August 09, 2005 04:48 AM |
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After the paladin agreed to help, the shadow mage pulled Artemus aside.
"I'm sure you are aware, but our men aren't exactly on the best of terms. I have guided my masses in one direction and you have led yours in another. Outlaws and peacekeepers have never been known to get along, let alone fight for a single cause."
Mordikai looked around. Even from here, he could see his soldiers perched on the walls. They were, no doubt, trying to figure out why the shadow mage had not sounded the attack in response to this invasion of an Order officer into Chaos territory. Were the situation reversed, were they in front of the Order fort, the soldiers on the wall would have wondered what they had to talk about instead of what they were doing. It was if he and the wizard were from two different worlds.
"Even a struggle for survival will serve as little motivation unless desperation sets in. Dean has not yet made a move, so the men will not see this as defense, but as a pre-emptive attack. My men, at the very least, will not take well to this."
The wizard's brow furrowed.
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gorman
Promising
Legendary Hero
Been around since before 2003
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posted August 09, 2005 07:21 AM |
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*turning around after hearing Mordikai talking to Artemus in hushed tones*
Gorman: I'm positive that if your men saw you under attack in any way, shape, or form, they truely would have thought his men were here to attack you. Even they have their own Code of conduct. A man with open arms is far from being hostile! Perhaps your men need some discipline from your....*looks at Somar*....Paladin or whatever you call him. I definatly hope on the battlefield against Dean's hordes you'll have MUCH more faith in your men than that which you've displayed!
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