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RedSoxFan3
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posted April 10, 2005 08:21 PM |
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Part III: A Time of Darkness
After the defeat of the Motherdark, the chaos the Forsaken Ones brought soon ended. It was not long before they left that a war plagued the lands again. The old fights between the Order and Chaos Factions rose quickly enveloping the entire landscape. Not just the soldiers were lost, but also the towns, the villagers, the towns. Everything was pillaged over the course of just 3 years. And with the winters hitting hard as ever, the lands have fallen into darkness with little order whatsoever. Those who were able to flee to other lands had already done so. Those who could not were likely sacrificed to the warmongering.
The fighting took a toll on more than just the lands, but also the warmongers themselves. With no order and governing within the lands, the lands an armies were again overtaken by an outside threat. This time by nomadic raiders. The lands have fallen into darkness with no one to rule it's lands.
Those that now visit these lands are one of few. From the north, the lands ruled by the Supreme Magi, come to restore order to rebuild the lands.
From the south come the raiders still seeking out the riches hidden within the lands. They follow the rumors of magical artifacts, the same ones that were used to defeat the Forsaken Ones. They seek the riches and the power that they expect these weapons will give them.
From the east come the elves of the Royal Guard seeking out the body of Isildur and the artifacts he bore.
From the west come strangers unknown to any lands. The wilderness goes on seemingly forever and the winters harsh; There are lands that no man dares enter such as the Shroomerish Forest, the Rav'ul Mountains, and the Eternal Swamp. No civilizations have been found to the west. No one has dared cross these wretched. Yet as of recent, it seems that people are now visiting these lands seeking refuge as if where they dwelt crossing those lands they were better off. They speak of strange bubbles that have overtaken their lands, having changed them as if the bubbles were turning them into separate realities. The causes are unknown and they seem to be growing little by little everyday, slowly overtaking the lands, mutating them, turning them into something unnatural. They say an immenant threat that has overtaken their lands will soon do the same to the entire world.
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Go Red Sox!
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2XtremeToTake
Promising
Supreme Hero
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posted April 12, 2005 01:35 PM |
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OOC: About damn time..imma go in my own, solitary creative direction
IC:
After the defeat of his brethern, The Unholy One quickly realized he didnt stand a chance against these mortals. Puny mortals had defeated the godlike Forsaken ones. How? He would never know, but he know he would not be defeated. He would bide his time. But how? Every face on the planet reconized him now. If he was seen, he would be rid of just as well. He had to do something. For three years he sat in the icy cold mountians, in a hibernation state. While sleeping, a group of high elves, returning to the mortal realm, discovered him. They captured him, and drained him of his powers. He was still sleeping though, unaware of his physical and corperal (sp?) breakdown. When he woke up, he would be changed forever.
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I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.
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RedSoxFan3
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Fan of Red Sox
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posted April 12, 2005 02:46 PM |
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"I had a dream last night," Rinaldo said raising his head to look Forjil, his mentor, in the eye. "It was about Shadow. In all the dreams him, it's always been the times of the past... About the wars... Even before that on the days that we betrayed one another." He turned away and gazed out the window from his parlor down on the forest floor far below.
"But this one wasn't about the past... it was about the future." he turned to look back at Forjil who stood and put his shoulder on his arm.
"The spirit of premonition and time is awakening in you once again my brother. I have seen it slowly happening for the past few months. And now you have become aware of it, just as I knew you eventually would. I said nothing until now, because I knew you would worry about it and you would try to push yourself to use your magic. But you musn't. When your spirit fully awakens you will be ready once again to use your magics when you must."
"You say must. What must I do? You speak as though I will take on a new quest, a new journey."
"Yes, Brother Rinaldo. You will be leaving soon. I have spoken on several occasions with Sha'Rah about you. This past dream you had was from Her. Listen to them well. She will guide you on your journey." Rinaldo sighed and turned to gaze out the window again. He did not want to leave this place so soon. He had just finished creating a new life for himself, a life that he would live throughout the rest of his days. And now he would have to leave it all on a journey he knew nothing about; he was leaving his home, his friends, and his pregnant wife, Severya.
He bowed down unexcitedly to Forjil and left to tell his wife of his news of mixed feelings.
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Go Red Sox!
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gorman
Promising
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Been around since before 2003
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posted April 13, 2005 09:50 AM |
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*As I sat in a tavern looking gloomily into a mug of ale I wondered exactly what would make Dean just disappear after killing off most of the Order*
Gorman: I think it's time for a little trip...
*I tossed some coins down on the bartable and let the door slam behind me as I left looking for Dean*
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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 April 14, 2005 03:31 AM |
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Mvass: You fool. You shall die.
He launched a fireball at Deimos. Deimos jumped behind a rock.
Mvass: You can't run forever.
Deimos threw an ice bolt at Mvass. Mvass easily melted it in midair.
Mvass: Fool.
Deimos: DIEEEE!
Deimos rushed from behind the rock, his claws drawn. Mvass smiled confidently, and raised his right hand. Instantly, a pillar of flames rose from underneath Deimos, causing him much pain.
Mvass: HAHAHAHAHA! DIE, TRAITOR TO THE RACE OF MAGOGS!
Deimos awoke because he felt a prick in his neck. He had been having one of his nightmares about Mvass. He looked to see what awoke him. To his surprise, he saw a band of nomads, one of whom was pointing his sword at Deimos's neck.
Deimos: I am a LEGENDARY HERO. What do you think you're doing?
Nomad: I am the chief of the Jaa tribe. Give me all your gold. And as for being a legendary hero, I found many "legendary heroes" during my plundering time in this land. I have many prisoners. Come join them.
Deimos: Why should I?
Chief: You have no choice.
Deimos walked over to the nomad tent, led by two burly nomads. They pushed him inside. Inside, he was surprised to find Hans.
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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 April 18, 2005 08:54 AM |
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"I've made a few...adjustments to the fort," Shadow spoke only to the air, thinking of the three dead souls for whom he cared the most. Sheila, Wolfman, and Alivia, a wife, best friend, and mother, all stolen from him by those with vile hatred in their hearts, watched from above as the shadow mage tried to temper that chaotic nature that had caused him to kill the first of those three who had fallen. He guarded himself against being so consumed with that bitterness, yet was still trying to find a pathway to the passion that unlocked the best in Shadowcaster, a passion only unlocked through chaotic temperament. It was a delicate balance, but the shadow mage found that he was becoming wiser and wiser the only way that he knew how--through loss. It was a painful way to grow, but it was also the most effective, for he was now tempered from the pains that would have driven lesser men to insanity long ago.
He had traveled that road once, and had nearly succumbed to it. Were it not for the time mage, Rinaldo, Shadowcaster would have been long gone far before Alivia had ever found her place in his heart. There would have been no hope for him if his friend had not stepped in, but when Shadowcaster sought to thank his friend, he was nowhere to be found. He knew that he would meet RSF again someday, and his eyes remained firmly fixed on that day, that and one other.
Dean, the twisted summoner that wielded the very powers of ice and darkness intertwined, he was the source of Shadowcaster's sorrow now, but the bitterness that had driven him to pursue the traitor had long since waned, and the shadow mage took again to suppressing that rage that had once driven him to murder as he rebuilt the chaotic armies of old. They were his respite, his purpose as he sought to rediscover his old friendship and avenge his mother's death. An unforgiving, uncaring man had taken her away, a Supreme Mage of old now corrupted, supremely powerful and aided by the magic that had once sustained the Royal Order's balance. The latter was his ultimate goal, and it would by no means be easy, but Shadowcaster resolved to fufill his duty to his mother or to die trying. Only this time he was fueled by tempered anger rather than unbridled rage.
In his rebuilding days, which were drawing rapidly to a close as the Chaos armies neared their original might, Shadowcaster had become a master tactician, applying his deceptive mind to the battlefield instead of to his own selfish pursuits. It was the first time anyone beside himself would benefit directly from his cunning. But he knew as well that the armies of Order were likely to arise again, perhaps with the time mage at their helm. He was prepared for this, however, and would battle the time mage as a professional on a different side rather than as an enemy, for he held no malice in his heart for Rinaldo any longer. That had been cleared up long ago, and this new general would hold the same place in his heart, no matter who it was.
He continued his speech to the heavens: "Our labyrinth, for one, has drastically changed. That book the little gnome Silver left us has given the armies of Chaos quite the insight into the tricks he used back when he was alive, and we have successfully trained a special forces unit comprised solely of illusionists, and that same unit controls the shape of our grand maze. They stand at the finish to the labyrinth and conjure up false walls and deadly temptations that will drive nearly any man insane before he reaches them, and those who do make it through will face our team of marksmen, five highly skilled shooters who stand at alert in case someone clears our first defense. They shoot from five angles, which are arranged so that it would be very difficult to dodge all five arrows at once, and the hapless victim must make it down a long corridor before he is able to lose them. But waiting for them then are several decoy war rooms, each with fake plans and strategies so as to draw the enemy off-guard."
He smiled, "And even if they do make it to the correct room, they must make it back outside alive."
Shadow stood for what seemed an eternity, waiting and watching the sky for some sign of response from those he loved, but none came. He had before been sure that they watched him from above, but that certainty waned from day to day, and the absence of his friend and recent demise of his mother coupled with that seemed abandonment to leave the shadow mage with no real friends. He had comrades, talented officers, warriors, magicians, and everything in between, but they were all simply subordinates, and the call they had heeded to join the armies of Chaos was simply because they, too, were destitute of hope in this troubled time with no real antagonist. There was little comraderie among the men, but it did not matter. They functioned, and they did so well, for a like passion drove them singularly toward their seperate goals. It truly was a unique army, not quite undead, yet machinistic in its approach, much like the fallen armies from the deep north. Yet these were humans, they still had something to live for, something to fight for other than the instinct to fight.
Shadowcaster knew this, and used the soldier's singularity to bind them with one purpose--to become the greatest army that ever lived. After all, many had nowhere else to go, and would brave the worst of conditions.
But his mind rested little on the tactics of war on this day. The weary toil of preparation did not interest him in this hour, and he instead chose to retire to his chambers and reflect on all that had happened to him. It was a painful memory, but he recalled it all...his days growing up alone in the Order fort, his newfound friends in the time mage RSF and the beautiful Sheila, Rinaldo's betrayal and Shadow's revenge, the epic clash between Order and Chaos that climaxed in a battle over the fate of a demonologist, the time of peace in which RSF drove himself mad in pursuit of the creation of a god in Dingo, the rise and fall of the Forsakens, and the tumultuous times in between--all remained fixed firmly in his memory, and he confronted each and every last one of them. When the day had ended, so had his reflection, and he had decided one thing.
He would drop the name his corrupted self had carried and would instead return to the name with which he had been supplied before even the first tinge of rage had shown itself within the shadow mage. Shadowcaster would become Mordikai once again.
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Asmodean
Responsible
Supreme Hero
Heroine at the weekend.
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posted April 21, 2005 03:32 PM |
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A change in the air
Dean waved his hands over the pool of water in front of him, banishing the last image.
Much had changed in the last few years. He had stayed out of the new battle between Chaos and Order, mostly because he was unsure which side he would have fought for.
His new studies delved him deeper into the powers of Chaos, but he still had a deep sense of Order steeped into him by his years of teaching from the Order.
The Order! Blind fools and dead men, living shells of their former selves. As usual the initial rage at them was soothed and then smothered by the thought of those old men and women lying sobbing at night because they could no longer touch the magic they so prided themselves on.
He knew, he sometimes watched them through his scrying pool..
Today's events though were something different, there was a change in the air, an urgency that Dean had not felt in years.
The time mage was finally leaving his self-imposed exile, though reluctant to do it. Dean wasn't sure why, but he suspected the Shadow Mage was involved in it.
It was always the same between those two.
Maybe it would have been better if one of them was a woman, then they'd have fallen in love instead of this constant fighting through the years, with always a stalemate.
Dean laughed sometimes about the Shadow Mage too. For a while he had tried to hunt Dean, to no avail. Dean was much further away than the Shadow Mage could have dreamed, to the desert lands of the south, studying with the barbarian shamans and the demonologists of the far east.....and the necromancers beyond the elven kindoms as well.
If the Shadow Mage ever caught up with him, well, He was no longer the same man that fought their last duel. Mordikai, as he called himself now, would find it a lot more challenging to say the least.
Two pieces of good news happened today though. The angel, Gorman had decided to seek Dean out. Which could be good for Dean's plan. He decided to dispatch a small imp messenger to convey an invitation to Gorma. After all, he was a fallen angel. He could be amenable to the plan.
And if he wasn't he could always be killed.
The second piece of good news was that the Magog had finally been captured. Weeks of taunting Deimos in his dreams had finally led him to Dean's nomad raiders and he now sat in a tent just north of Dean. And he had his little friend Hans with him.
Dean would deal with them both later, when he arrived.
Reaching into the void he summoned a wyvern, the scaly creature twisted and changed by Dean's summoning, more violent and more venomous than any normal wyvern.
Leaping astride as it launched itself into the air Dean flew north to greet his old travelling companion Deimos.
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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Vadskye91
Promising
Supreme Hero
Back again
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posted April 21, 2005 09:37 PM |
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Vadskye tensed. Something was following him; he could sense it. He continued walking through the forest, as though he hadn't noticed anything, but he was quickly going through his options; it could be anything following him. Assassins, maybe, but more likely a forest animal. He ducked silently behind a tree and swiftly but silently climbed to a better vantage point. Sure enough, a wolf had been following his trail. Vadskye was swiftly climbing down when he sensed a collection of magic in the air. He froze, looking down at the wolf again. It was changing, changing into a man! It was assassins after all, Vadskye thought. That Clan of the Wolf is getting on my nerves. Ever since I stole that one little gem.... Vadskye dropped down behind the wolf-were, magically slowing his long decent so as to land unnoticed behind it. "Lost him!" it said angrily. It started to turn around, but it never finished its move, due no doubt to the dagger erupting from its chest. It stopped, puzzled, before collapsing. Vadskye drew his magic sword from the creature's back, wiping it clean before sheathing it again. He was about to leave when the creature stirred. Vadskye blasted it with a flaming magical missile and it died, but Vadskye realized how close he had come to letting it report back to its masters. The regenerative ability of wolf-weres was legendary, and he had no doubt it would have lived had it been given time to recover. Vadskye pondered whether to continue staying in the forest, but that seemed foolhardy. Eventually the leaders of the clan would find out where he was, and would send an army to stop him. It had happened once before, and Vadskye was saved only by the powers of the gem he had stolen. Whatever it was, it was extremely valuable and powerful. It wasn't worth staying in this forest if he had to watch his back the whole time, and he could feel a wind of change blowing in the air. Perhaps it was best that he return to civilization; something big was going to happen soon, and Vadskye wasn't going to miss it. He returned to his campsite, gathering a few powerful magical items and set out for a city he knew of. Vadskye had spent the past three years in this forest, honing his skills both as a thief and as a mage, and it was with some regret that he bid it farewell. However, there was nothing else he could learn here. Maybe he should look into if the Supreme Magi needed anything. They had been willing to forgive his theft of the gem in gratitude for his assistance in the capture of the Forsaken Ones, so he could start on a clean slate there. It might be fun, he thought, as he started his journey to a place to find out where the Supreme Magi might be.
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Knowledge is power...
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Asmodean
Responsible
Supreme Hero
Heroine at the weekend.
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posted April 22, 2005 06:30 PM |
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Landing the wyvern just outside the tent, a nomad rushed to grab the reins.
Instantly the wyvern's tail struck, piercing the nomads shoulder.
With an earthrending scream he immediately fell to the ground writhing and bucking, a growing blackness spreading from his shoulder throughout his body.
By now all he could manage were feeble gurgles.
With a final long breath the poison-blackened corpse lay still.
Banishing the wyvern back to the void I chuckled.
'Fool'.
The other nomads had just watched the man with falt expressions. He must have been a fool to try that.
That's why I liked these nomads - so little emotion, so much wanton bloodlust. They were the perfect army.
'Take the body about a mile out of camp and burn it. Don't inhale any of the fumes either. There might be unfortunate effects'.
Two of the nomads grabbed the dead man by the arms and legs and set of at a trot out of the camp. That was another thing I liked about them.
Their unquestioning obedience to me.
Still I would have to meet with their shaman later and apologise. As long as I kept the old woman sweetened with visions of glory she would forgive me a million dead.
She truly believed I loved her. Fool woman.
Entering the tent I saw 6 guards, 5 around the magog with various swords and crossbows aimed at him, and the last guarding a normal looking man named Hans that I'd went to a lot of trouble to catch for this trap to work.
'Dean!' exclaimed the magog. 'What are you doing here? Are you a prisoner too? I'll bet we could level this place between the two of us then you could conjure up a few griffins for us to escape'.
Letting him babble on I motioned for the guard to bring me Hans. Roughly shoving him to me I gripped him by his neck and looked into his eyes. Hans was smarter than Deimos - there was fear in them.
'Dean what are you doing to Hans? I don't understand. Aren't you a prisoner?'
'No' I said, looking at him finally. 'You are my prisoner. But luckily I have a proposal for you.
Unfortunately for this one, I have only one use'.
Focusing my will I reached inside of Hans and grasped his heart with tendrils of spirit and squeezed. Hans never made a sound, he just slumped forward.
Dead.
'DEAN!' shrieked Deimos.
'What the hell did you just DO!'
'I killed him' I said simply.
'WHY?!! why would you do that?!' he exclaimed.
'So that I can do this', I replied and reached into Hans' body in a different way, at the same time I reached into the void and plucked a demon out of it'.
The demon stood, held tight by my magic.
'What iss the meaning of thissss', it hissed. 'Your magic may hold me for now mage, but you ssshall sleep sssometimesss, and then your are minesss!.
Deimos stood in shock, not comprehending what he saw. He would. I had thought long and hard on this plan when I first hatched the idea. It had taken much study in many magical disciplines to get me where I am now.
'I don't think I need fear that', I told the demon. 'I have a use for you and your kind. One that I think you won't be able to refuse'.
This was the most difficult part of the spell and if I failed I could be torn limb from limb, and lose my soul to the demon planes.
I wouldn't fail.
Reaching into the demon I drew out it's essence, it's soul and held it for a second to add one more component to the spell.
The demons body faded like mist into the ether.
Taking the converted demon's soul I channeled it into the dead body of Hans and waited.
'Dean...'said a small voice from Deimos. 'What just happened?'
Suddenly Han's body reared up and roared a bestial roar. With wild un-natral eyes he launched himself at me, ready for bloody murder.....
And stopped as if hitting an invisible wall.
'What have you done to me mage!' came the voice of the demon from Hans' body. What have you done!'
'Simple my new pet' I told it. You demons like to possess bodies, and I gave you one.
I just added my own part to the process.
You are now under my command, and as such are unable to hurt me in any way. In fact you might say that I should be guarded with your very new life'.
'And why ssshould I do that then Mage?' it asked, balefully glaring at me like a dagger.
'Because', I said. 'If I was to die then the enchantment I have placed on you would be undone. But you would then be stuck in a dead body, unable to move or speak or animate the body in any way, trapped until the body fully rots, which will take many, many thousands of years - as I placed a Keeping spell on that body. It won't even feel the first touches of decay for at least three thousand years.
By then your task will be more than done'.
'And what is my task then?' it asked, a touch of fear finally blooming in its eyes.
You are the first. But you won't be the last. You are to be my new army, demon-warriors in human skin.
I first came up with idea when I studied with the necromancers. If a necromancer just restores the original body's soul to it and binds it in servitude - would it not be possible to take another soul and put it in the body instead?
Then I studied with the demonologists of the desert. Much did I learn, more than they could teach me alone. And so today sees the first fruits of my new plan.
Now that is enough talking. You are the first, so it is fitting that you shall be the captain of my personal bodyguard. Stand outside and guard my tent'.
The demon-man had no choice. He left the tent to stand guard.
Turning back to Deimos he jumped.
'Y-y-y-you're going to do that to me? Put me in a human body? I'll fight, I'll burn your bones to ash, I'll freeze your blood in your veins! I'll'
Weaving a gag of solid air I forced it into his mouth, shutting him up.
'No Deimos I'm not going to do that to you.
For you I have a different task........
........I want you to be my army's general'.
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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gorman
Promising
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Been around since before 2003
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posted April 23, 2005 09:56 AM |
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*After many miles on foot I decided to meet an old friend of mine named Bron. Bron was an old mountain giant, one of the oldest I've ever met. We often talked about the days of old when the giant's were more welcome in the world and weren't quite so scarce. Today we were having a friendly arm wrestling competition on a rocky ledge. My muscles bulged and swelled with the effort of taking the mighty giant down. He had sweat visibly pouring off his head so that it looked as though it was raining. I had nearly had him when something pulled at my ear and my arm was slammed into the stone slab and Bron's laughter shook the mountain like rolling thunder that echoed even louder off the mountains. He grinned and waved as he went on his way, leaving me to whatever had pulled on my ear. I noticed a small imp darting around my head screeching at me and holding out a rather large letter to me. I took it from him and he greatfully darted off to who knows where. Shrugging I opened it and read these words:
Gorman,
It's been a long time since we've had a heart to heart talk and I thought it'd be pleasant to catch up on things. What happened at the Order was all a misunderstanding that had to be done. I'd like to arrange a meeting but feared you may be busy. Head south to the desert and look for an oasis before you reach the lands held by the Necromancer's. That is where I shall meet up with you. As of now, I have errands to run so I must cut this short and be off.
Dean
And, true to his words, he had cut the letter off right under his name leaving me to wonder if it was meant to be a joke or to be taken seriously. I put the note in my bag that I've had since long before the forsaken ones. When I was but a petty thief with wings that was looting abandoned forts. I noticed many of my notes that I had taken when I was perfecting my art of weapon finese. I noticed one of the odd pulsating red orbs the felt like a heart beating when I placed my hands on it. It also brought up memories from....someone....as though....it's taken over the mind of the person closest to the one touching the orb. Or at least memories can be seen with it. I never truely experimented with it, I just...stole it way back when. It's odd how I've placed things in my pack that looked valuable yet had no understanding what they do when I find out they're magical. Shutting the sack I put it back in my belt. As I took off from the cliff I looked until I found the edges of the Great Desert and flew towards the sandy terrain looking for the Oasis*
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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 April 23, 2005 07:31 PM |
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He spiraled his way around the massive tree, down the staircase, down to the forest floor. At the edge of town his wife went every morning to meditate in the sanctuary and speak with Sha'Rah. The walk was less than a minute away as the town was quite small and Rinaldo stood at the edge of the sanctuary and looked upon his beautiful wife, admiring her glistening earthy brown hair and the rest of her dark features. The wood elves of the east had a moderately dark complexion similar to that of carefully woven basket of a thick straw.
He whispered to her silently, through her thoughts, a skill that he had to learn before taking Severya as his wife. Before any two elves could become wed for all eternity, they must first have an unbreakable connection of telepathy that according to the Elder's can only be achieved in one manner. This connection must be granted by the Goddess Sha'Rah and will only be granted to a couple of her pious children that are most truly in love. This connection is sacred and can never be broken. Only one other connection so strong is ever granted to the Wood Elves and that is the connection between Parent and Child.
Severya took a last bow to Sha'Rah and slowly left the circle looking Rinaldo in the eye with one of her beautiful wide smiles.
"Do you feel it?" she said. "Do you feel the connection growing?"
"Our connection is as strong as ever. It cannot grow any stronger, my love."
"Look for it. Do you not feel that extra connection? Something growing stronger and stronger every day?" Rinaldo suddenly realized the link that Severya had been talked about and lowered his head to her stomach. He put his hand to her stomach and felt the little boy growing within Severya's womb. His eyes widened with surprise and ecstacy. And he could only think to kiss the mother of his unborn son. But son his high took a dive back down when he remembered the news he had come to tell her.
"Severya?" he said tentatively, dropping his eyes, then raising them back up to meet hers. "Sev? I was told by my mentor that I must leave on a journey, on a quest. And I do not know how long it may last. I feel like the best time of my life is just starting, but this news seems as if it will never end. I am done with wars and now I must go out amidst numerous fueds for which I care nothing. Let us pray that this is simply an interruption to be short-lived and that our son isn't to suffer the fate of fatherlessness."
"Don't you utter such negativity," snapped Severya. It wasn't common for the Wood Elves to snap at those they love as such, but even when it did happen, it was as subtle and intense as ever. Such was the personality of the Wood Elves, but Severya was a bit different from the other Wood Elves, less subtle, more vocal, but possibly even more intense. She had a personality much closer to that of a human than any of the other Wood Elves. She was one of few Half-Elves that had been raised among her Elvish kin and yet her human half still seemed to poke out its head from time to time.
"You know very well to never utter the worst fates and tradegies unless they are imminent. One who begs and cries everyday shall not get what one truly needs when that necessity finally does come."
"Yes, my dear. But I do feel that this is imminent. I feel it with all my heart." Severya put her hand on his shoulder.
"No, Rinaldo. You simply fear that your troubled past will return to you. I do not forsee any imminent wars coming upon you on your journey. Follow your heart and you shall stay in piece, out of harm's way." Severya followed up her comforting speech with an even more reassuring kiss, that put that bright smile, that had hardly ever left him as of late, back on Rinaldo's face.
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Go Red Sox!
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Asmodean
Responsible
Supreme Hero
Heroine at the weekend.
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posted April 24, 2005 05:06 AM |
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The imp I had sent returned.
'Gorman seemed most interested master. I believe you shall receive him at the appointed time'.
Dismissing the imp to it's nether-realm I sat back and thought about what I had witnessed through the scryng pool.
RSF was fathering an elven whelp eh? I could use that.
Deimos had still not given me a satisfactory answer though. For all his apparent dimness I knew a shrewd mind lurked there somewhere, after all he was a Royal demon.
No matter, we were travelling north to meet Gorman and I knew that somehow - on his answer hinged Deimos'.
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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gorman
Promising
Legendary Hero
Been around since before 2003
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posted April 24, 2005 12:40 PM |
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*As I saw the oasis I flew closer, the wind felt good as I knew the ground wouldn't be quite as cool as my present height. As I swooped in and landed a group of Nomads appeared and drew their swords. Standing straight I smiled and drew my own. Looking at a nearby palm tree I took one swing and the now cut in half palm tree fell into the water with a splash. The normally expressionless Nomads seemed a bit taken aback*
Nomad leader: Our Master has instructed us to bring you to him.... *not taking his eyes off my sword*....I ask that you put away your weapon or we'll be forced to make you.
Gorman: Oh you'll MAKE me will you? *I laughed and felt somewhat pityous for them* I'll tell you what, if any of you so much as tap me with your swords I'll sheath mine and come along quietly.
Nomad Leader: And if we fail?
Gorman: *smiling slighly* Then I'll just have to find your leader myself...
Nomad Leader: Bah! You can't take all thirteen of us! Get him!
*As I knew, their thirst for bloodshed had gotten to him, unfortunatly, my sword going through a solid tree didn't seem to sink in on how strong I was. Taking the tree from the water I swung it in an arch, smacking all thirteen riders like a man swatting a fly. The force of my swing caused their fragile bodie's to all explode on the impact of the tree. The now riderless horses had some body parts on them yet, such as feet and ankles, however that was about the most of them. Taking my sword off the sand I sheathed it and figured I'd walk until I was either attacked again or Dean came out and said something*
Gorman: Pity for them.... Oh well, I'll just have to inform that foolish god of death that he owes me for increasing his ranks....
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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 April 25, 2005 02:44 AM |
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Deimos: J-join you? But... you just killed a demon.
Dean: I did not expect you, of all people, to complain. He is one of my army now.
Deimos: Fine. I accept your offer under two conditions. One, you have to promise only to use lower demons in your armies. Magogs and Ice Demons have to stay in their bodies.
Dean: And two?
Deimos: It is not your army. It is our army.
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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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Asmodean
Responsible
Supreme Hero
Heroine at the weekend.
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posted April 25, 2005 03:52 AM |
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Just as the Magog had given me his answer one of the nomads came in and reported the incident with the angel.
Leaving orders to make the General comfortable I left the tent to the sound of Deimos saying 'So do I get a hat?'
FOOLS! I told them that this angel was no ordinary angel, if they had ruined the plan by their actions I would raise their souls from the grave and spend an eternity torturing them!
Heading towards the place that had been set aside for the meeting I scanned the skies. Nothing in any direction.
Lifting up my hand I sent a green and orange flare up towards the sun and held them there, two beams of light that would be a signal for miles around.
I didn't have long to wait. Squinting at the sky I saw a shape appear from the clouds, a familiar shape.
Gorman circled once to make sure that none of the nomads were here, as promised, before landing. His sword was unsheathed though.
'Ah Gorman, nice you could meet me. You look the same as ever'.
'On the other hand, you do. And you seem to have undergone a significant change of attitude'.
I just laughed softly.
'I have a proposal for you my old friend. One I think you'll enjoy...........'
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To err is human, to arr is pirate.
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gorman
Promising
Legendary Hero
Been around since before 2003
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posted April 25, 2005 11:56 AM |
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*the manner in which he spoke intrigued me. What was his game? Who was he trying to fool?*
Gorman: Let me guess Dean. As I have noticed, you have the magog there for your uses. I'm suspecting you expect to use me as one of your pawns as well. You may get the answer you want, yet, you may not.... It all depends on what your offer is....
*sheathing my sword I noticed a man standing outside a tent. I could tell something wasn't quite right about him*
Gorman: I also see you've mastered quite a few other magics as well... I don't suppose Hans soul would enjoy knowing that a demon's been imprisoned in his body. I wonder just what you might be up to... *scratching my chin I notice his facial expression hardly changes* I may look the same Dean, but alot has changed in planes far beyond this one you may not realize yet. And I strongly suggest that stabbing me in the back be the last thing on your mind! Now.....that proposal you mentioned....what's in it for me? What could you possibly give me that I can't claim already?
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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 April 27, 2005 12:01 AM |
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Deimos stepped out into the clearing.
Deimos: You'll get to be on my side, the winning side.
Dean: Shut up, Deimos.
Deimos: I'm your general! You will adress me as "Sir"!
Dean: OUR army, Deimos.
Gorman: Dean, so, anyway, why do you have a demon in Hans's body?
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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 April 28, 2005 01:44 AM |
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"Sir?" a messenger knocked quietly at the door as he hailed the shadow mage. He did not wait for Mordikai to respond, but instead walked directly up to the general, a dangerous gesture but one that went unpunished. "We've figured out who the leader of Order is..."
"How long have we known the Order army to exist, and why wasn't I informed?" the shadow mage interrupted.
"Y-you said that you did not want to be disturbed yesterday," the harbringer noted, stepping further into the room. A normal man would have feared for his life in doing so, but the minions of Chaos were just that...slaves to the purpose for which they fought. This was all they had left, and, to them, Mordikai's word was law. Fear had been all but outlawed within these ranks, but with it went discretion as well. Once the army was outmatched, it would fall, and the shadow mage knew this. His solution was simple: they would never be given the chance to be outmatched.
"A day then," he stood and turned to face the messenger. "What is your name?"
"Wilder, sir."
"Fitting," Mordikai noted as a smirk spread its way across his face. "So what do we know about this army?"
"Only that their leader has brainwashed them, turning them into fanatics over the most trivial of things...religion and its rules govern their lives. They do just as their name implies; they try to keep order throughout the land."
"Then we will have more allies..." Mordikai said, pondering his words. After a moment, he motioned for Wilder to continue.
"Each man is trained to believe that he is an upholder of righteous moral and virtue, and that they are all champions and heroes in their own right. Each soldier is given extensive and rigorous training, and at the end, they are all well-taught, but few of them have ever seen real combat. They know only what they have learned in the practice arena, and little more."
"And their leader?"
"His name is Artemus. He was once a white wizard on the Council of Supreme Magi, but he was discharged years ago because the others in the Royal Order believed him to be too unstable, too radical to represent their own people. They exiled him away to the north, but he fled back into civilization and began spreading his own twisted doctrine around, like some sort of prophet." He said those words with utmost disgust.
"Some say he's building this army so that he can take it on some sort of cleansing crusade to purge the land of wickedness, but people flock to his promises of salvation and reward."
He paused, and looked puzzledly at the shadow mage: "Are they really so dissatisfied with merely fulfilling their purpose here in the time given to them that they have to invent some notion of eternal hope?"
"Yes," Mordikai replied, "and that's why we must show them their faults the only way they will listen, by snatching that purpose they scorn from them and sending them to their true reward: oblivion."
"Tell the others we march at dawn, they will know what to do." As he concluded, the shadow mage returned to his restful contemplation and the messenger hurried off to bear the news to his comrades. Chaos was going to war once again.
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gorman
Promising
Legendary Hero
Been around since before 2003
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posted June 21, 2005 09:01 AM |
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OoC: sorry to interupt you Leo, however, I'm tired of waiting for Asmo to post what his plan for me is....
I'm also hoping that is anyone needs my prowress, to let me know in the actual OoC thread 
BiC:
*glaring at the magog angrily I slowly rise off the sand*
Gorman: *talking angrily* The "winning side"? What SIDE would that be? If you believe it will be yours I find you may be badly mistaken Magog! *turning to face Dean*
This meeting is over, I've heard all that I need to hear!
*turning east and flying as fast as my wings could carry me I soared through the sky. The landscape was a blur below me as I flew on for hours at a time. Eventually....with all the flying, I came across a familiar site. Two forts....... Each directly across from the other.... Both very well known as I remember pillaging them long ago. Swooping down and landing in front of what used to be called the Fort of Chaos I looked at the old walls of the fort. Memories of days of old flashed before me. I remember meeting the invisible mage and nursing him back to health, the shapeshifter, the theif.....long lost memories. I remembered all the stolen items I placed into my endless bag of holding. Sighing I sat down on an empty log and just stared off into the great wide open. Staring at nothing, just sitting and remembering....*
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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 June 21, 2005 04:26 PM |
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Deimos: What's gotten into him, Dean?
Dean: He's an archangel, what do you expect?
Deimos: Well, I expect him to be nice.
Dean: Okay. I'll clarify. He's Gorm.
Deimos: That explains it.
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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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