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Korejora
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posted December 08, 2004 12:18 AM |
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"Has Edith spoken to Moridith?"
"No, sir, I don't think so," said the page. "I haven't seen Edith since he was up on the tower with you."
"I see..."
"Do you need anything else, sir?" the page asked.
"No."
The youth paused a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but then he just bowed slightly, and hurried off.
"Jade..."
The snake slithered slowly from its position in the soft bag, coming to its master.
"I sense the undead, here..."
It hissed quietly at those words.
"Watch Moridith. See what happens."
Without needing any further instruction, it knew what to do. It slipped unseen down a hole in the wall that few knew of, and made its way with surprising speed to the room of the Holy Commander, who was currently Sir Moridith Blackfist. And he was currently sitting in his room, so the snake coiled itself silently around a beam. As commanded, it simply watched.
Calhoun himself remained in his chamber. Something was worrying him. His senses were heightened. He felt less weak, less tired. Yet he knew that his affliction wasn't waning... Something else was changing him.
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posted December 08, 2004 02:36 AM |
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The paladin put his fingers up to his mouth and let out a piercing whistle. He looked down at his sword and saw the flames cooling and the its glow beginning to fade. There was a powerful force undoing his holy magics. He knew he must fight back if he was to escape to see another day. He fought back fighting the counterspell only to see it extinguished as if all his effort had no affect.
The vampires that once hid themselves in the dark skies flew back down surrounding the paladin. They simply stood there as if waiting for something. Junior looked back at the hunters who simply stood there idly. He didn't blame them for he knew they did not have the training for this. A lich stepped forward from the shadows smiling fiendishly.
"You should have made it easy on us." said the lich. "You had to use your little spells that you had once thought were powerful weapons against us. But we have learned how shall we say learned the ways against it. The most powerful men of your Order were vanquished from the same foolishness. You put too much faith into a God to keep you safe. You do not rely on your own might, but that of another. That is not power. Clearly without the help of your Goddess you are nothing. And now we will how to say convert you to one of us and show you the ways of true power." Sir Frostway could not believe the words he was hearing. He had insulted everything he believed in, everything he lived for, and even those that were close to him. The paladin's patience were lost. And with his patience went his temper, something that he had not done since before he became a paladin.
The enraged man charged forward at the lich letting out a beserkers yell. His sword ignited once again into a burst of flames. Two vampires interposed the paladin blocking his path to his target. The paladin slashed his sword slicing them in half. He charged forward after the lich who seemed quite surprised. Unfortunately Frostway was overwhelmed at his sides and from behind. He was bitten in the arms and on the legs and tackled to the ground. He grabbed the head of one of the vampires to pull it from his arm and instead heard the sound of burning flesh. The vampire hissed in pain and retreated.
"Pull back!" called out the lich. "He will soon be one of us. You've had plenty to drink tonight. There will be much more quite soon." The vampires responded to their commander without hesitation and took off into the air, leaving Sir Frostway to die. His anger soon subsided to grief and simply sat there on the ground. Beauty had heard his whistle and came running. Not quite sure what had happened to her master, she nuzzled her face on his chest.
"It is too late for me Beauty. I cannot be healed in time." Junior pulled a piece of paper from his pack and began writing a message for Calhoun.
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Dear Calhoun,
I have failed you my brother. I was bitten by a vampire in combat. I killed a few of them, but I was simply overwhelmed by their great numbers. These lands are in danger unlike any other we have faced before. The liches have learned to counter our spells of holyness. Good bye my friend.
Your brother in life and death,
Alexander Frostway
Junior felt himself beginning to turn. It was as if the life was slowly being eaten away from him. He folded the paper and put it into an envelop addressed "Calhoun". He tucked the paper under the saddle of Beauty so it was secure yet visible.
"Goodbye my Beauty. Go home to Calhoun." Junior commanded. Beauty hesitated, sensing something wrong.
"Go home to Calhoun, Beauty." The horse listened this time and galloped away back to Severyn Heights. Junior stood up for the first time since he was bitten and looked at the three hunters who stood there rather awkwardly.
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gorman
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posted December 08, 2004 10:01 AM |
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The Hunters on the Run
*As they took off as fast as their legs could carry them they shouted back and forth to each other*
Becan: Bloody hell! What was that thing?
Abrecan: Had to be a Lich! Had to be! Only those particular undead can cast magics as black as that!
Alaron: Those damned drow never showed us how to slay vampires! Quickly! Into that forest! Maybe they won't see us!
*as they ran into the forest they came across a cave with a small stream flowing out of the middle. Taking shelter in there the Hunters decided to take a quick rest*
Abrecan: *panting* It's amusing....the Hunter's may now become...the hunted!...
Unknown Voice: Very amusing indeed. Tell me, how does it feel to be pursued by the undead? They'll last for your whole life where as the living will eventually tire and quit pursuing. Undead never quit, when given the order they'll hunt you down till you can run no more...
*The hunters looked from one to the other and readied their weapons while looking into the deep blackness of the cave*
Alaron: Who's there? Speak your name spirit!
UV: Spirit? Indeed I would be if you three would have caught me so many times before. And yet here I am once again within your grasp. But yet, I sense that you're too worried about your own miserable hides to care much about me! How amusing indeed that the Drow know not how to combat Vampires! Can you blame them? Even their magics can't save them from the Vampires tricks! And living in eternal darkness underground with out sunlight? Foolishness!
Becan: Damn you! Come forth and let us know who is talking against the wise Drow! So god help me I'll cut your tounge from your very head if you be alive!
*Stepping forward the Hunters' eyes widen in surprise as they see their prey stepping forth out of the blackness*
Gorman: *grinning* Now if you were to do that I wouldn't be able to properly teach you how to slay vampires now would I?
Alaron: *scoffing* Bah! You? No how to slay vampires? I do seriously doubt that! No living being can slay them without some holy help!
Gorman: I beg to differ. Would I be here to teach you if I knew not how to kill them? Think about it, an assasin that doesn't know how to kill everything certainly isn't the best now is he? If I was as bad as many claimed I wouldn't have been praised by a few villages that were terrorized by them! I may be hunted by fools but that does not make me one. Now, do you care to stay alive and learn what a true teacher has to teach or would you rather risk your souls and become one of them?
Abrecan: There must be a cinch...
Gorman: All right, I underestimated you. You may be smart at SOME things. Indeed, for my saving you, I would greatly appreciate the discontinuation of my being hunted. I honestly don't like hiding for the rest of my natural existance and I know that you don't enjoy chasing after me. Now, how about this, when we get out of this mess we'll warn the humans about the danger they'll be facing and then you three can take me to the Elven king for your reward. However, you must keep me with you and not let them imprison me or any such foolishness. After you get your rewards, the head of the king will be rolling at your feet and his treasury will also be yours as well. Just remember to not tie my hands together very tightly so that I can step forth and slay the insolent rogue. Now...what say you three?
3 Hunters in unison: We accept!!!
Gorman: Good...let the training begin!
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posted December 09, 2004 06:27 PM |
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The Keepers of the Forest
When the forests of these lands were created by the Gods, they were untouched, beautiful, and always in perfect balance. But as soon as man and the many other animals were born and given the forest as their home, they were changed. They lost their elegance and they lost their balance. Each of the Gods found new ways to look after the forest. Some of the Gods created races of immortal creatures named Wood Elves. But one particular Goddess who created the forests in the valley of Syvall and the northern outskirts of Severya blessed beings of who bore the spirit of the forest with the gift of immortality to be one of these Keepers of the Forest. These beings could shapeshift into any creature of the forest, they could make any tree or plant grow by their very will. And they could also have the power to defend the forest at all costs. They could make the trees come to life as powerful soldiers. But they were also great weavers of magic. They were the best way to keep the forest safe, balanced, and beautiful as ever.
But these woods on the outskirts of Severya were out of balance. The leaves had fallen far too early in the year. It was the cause of none other than the mere presence of the undead that were roaming unchecked. Their power was great and if not stopped would kill what was once a beautiful forest.
The Keeper that watches over these woods is called Stram'Alar, which means Holy Tree. He sits nestled as a owl on a branch that sits over the road that runs from Severyn Heights down to Gaerule. Earlier he saw a large man riding up the trail that had appeared to be part of the Sacred Sword. He had seen the young man come down with another paladin just earlier that day and seeing him travelling with such great haste, so late after dark was not a good sign. And so he waited at the edge of the woods to see if the paladin was coming back or not.
His answer was an resounding "NO." He instead saw a horse without a rider that seemed to be finding its own way back home. As the horse neared, Stram'Alar recognized the horse as Beauty. He had once been very close to that horse and was surprised he hadn't recognized it when they were passing down before. He decided to fly down and shapeshift back into his old human form to greet his old best friend.
The horse immediately recognized it's old master as he appeared on the ground in front of her. She stopped just before Stram'Alar's feet and nestled her head on his chest.
"It's good to see you again Beauty." he said as he stroked her face.
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gorman
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posted December 09, 2004 06:56 PM |
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*I kept an ever watchful eye on the Hunter's as I tought them the tricks to slaying Vampires with nothing more than a simple wooden stake. They learn fairly quickly and I noticed they also kept many a watchful eye on me. I do believe they were paranoid that I'd kill them in their sleep. I was hoping to earn their trust by taking first watches and not slitting thier throats but I believe I only set suspicions for the next day when something unfortunate would happen. Such as when Abrecan tripped over a tree root. Or Alaron hit himself in the head by walking into a branch while talking to Becan. We traveled back, walking for miles since the Hunter's lost their horses when they ran from the Vampires before. It'll probably be a week before we reach the city gates to warn the people about what's coming for them, but it's a trip we must take.*
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posted December 11, 2004 06:32 PM |
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It had been so long since he had seen his friend, he forgot all about looking for the paladin. He asked beauty for a ride and she snorted in disagreement. She reached her head behind and motioned towards her saddle. Stram'Alar noticed an envelope under her saddle and took it out opening it.
"It was just as I had feared," he said to her. He knew he was the only one that could save the paladin, however he was reluctant to take action. He knew he could not leave the forest for any Keeper that left the forest for long would die. It was far more than likely that he would have to fight simply to reach his body. He already had much work to do to fight the undead within his own woods. He knew he was the only thing keeping these woods from withering away to the hands of the non-living. But he decided that he would go. He somehow sensed that the life of this paladin was more important than his in fighting the undead in the near future.
He mounted Beauty and rode into Gaerule. He simply hoped he would be able to get there in time, not only before Junior had become one of them, but also before he himself became to weak to revive the paladin. And so Stram'Alar whispered to Beauty of the urgency and needed haste. The loyal friend sped up to pace that she rarely ever reached. The Keeper consequently arrived in town retaining nearly all of his strength, yet he still felt the lifeforce leaving his body. Beauty took Stram'Alar directly to Junior. Despite slipping into a coma, he looked pretty healthy. It was fortunate, because it meant Stram'Alar did not have to cast the spells of healing immediately. And so he picked up the half dead body, slumping him up onto Beauty and took off for the forest. The keeper had sensed that reviving the paladin in town was too great a danger. His intuition was correct. Within seconds the screeches of vampires could be heard from behind, flapping their wings furiously to reclaim their newest convert.
The vampires soon caught up to them, doing everything they could to retrieve the body as the lich had commanded. They flew into the face of Beauty to spook her, but the calming whispers of Stram'Alar eased her fear. They landed on the back of her and tried to pull off the body of Junior, but the forest guardian was too quick. He turned behind him and shot out bursts of fire from his hands at them as they landed. He kept them at bay long enough to return to the forest successfully, but the paladin was not saved yet. He could not revive the paladin whilst he fought the vampires. He transformed into a moose, threw Junior atop his back and ran off into the woods for cover.
He awakened the trees of the forest as he crossed their paths. The vampires would not follow for long. Nothing would follow for long in the faces of giant living oaks. After but a minute of running, the keeper returned to his human form to heal the Sir Frostway. It had been so long since he had last cast a spell of healing. The last he ever cast was on the very day of his death. The day his spells would no longer work against the undead. The magic was like he had never seen before just as he had read in Junior's letter.
And so he cast the first spell in the process of curing the bites of a vampire, the spell to stop the progression of his decay. Herbs would be needed to heal them and bring him out from his coma.
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Asmodean
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posted December 13, 2004 08:46 PM |
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The young female gatekeeper knocked on the door and slipped inot the room.
'You said you had an errand for me Holy Commander?' she said, her composure returned.
'Ah yes, now where was it'.
I picked up a random piece of paper, looked at it to make sure it was unimportant, then slipped it into an envelope. Sealing it it hot wax and stamping the signet ring of the Holy Commander into it I handed it to her.
This must be delivered to the Raurian mines. Sir Frostway Junior is there on some fool quest of his. This is some extra ordrs he can carry out while he's there.
Take a horse from the common stable and reuisition some gold and supplies from the clerks, I expect you to leave within the hour.
Unsure whether this was an important assignment, or punishment for her outspokeness she flushed slightly and saluted.
'As you say Holy Commander'.
She left.
Sirs Withers, Marrow and Killik entered the rooma short time later, escorting a slight figure that was heavily hooded.
Still, that small head swivelled in all directions, taking everything in - until it met my gaze.
The knights took up their positions by the door and the small figure approached me.
With my elbows on the desk I looked at him over steepled fingers, eventually asking
'Now what am I to do with you?'
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gorman
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posted January 07, 2005 10:24 PM |
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Weeks Later....
*Many weeks have past and once again I'm in the throne room of the Elven King. My captors stand with my weapons and goods and the King stands before me sneering*
King: Thought you'd escape me eh? Murder my only daughter and run off? *smirks and turns to face the three Hunters* Now, as promised I'll reward you for what you're worth.
Abrecan: It'd better be worth it, it was a great hassle chasing this damned elf half across the planet!
*The king looked over his shoulder as in deep thought*
King: Oh you'll get what you deserve all right.
*As he said that and walked away a dozen gaurds came out and unsheated their swords*
King: Kill them all, they're not worth my time.
Alaron: Traitor! Defend yourselves!
*As Alaron and Becan engaged the enemy and kept them away from Abrecan as he dashed towards me and cut the ropes that bound my hands and feet together. Leaping to my feet I whipped my scimitars from Alaron's belt while ducking underneath his backswing at the same time. As two gaurds approched I swung my blades around my body in a deadly dance. They didn't have the chance to raise their weapons in defense before their bodies fell lifeless to the floor. I saw more gaurds approaching from another door that was nearby Alaron and shouted for him. His head whipped around and noticing the approaching danger he slammed the door shut and used his Quarterstaff to lock the door shut. He whipped out his longsword and barely parried a blow before his head would have been rolling on the floor and more guards would have been in the room. Becan's axes were smashing through any that got in his way. Not even the armor the elves wore was thick enough to stop his mighty swings as he cut them in halves. Abrecan kept his foes at a safe disance as whenever he swung a gaurd lay dead. Whether it was his backswing that killed them or an overhead smash. I slit open another gaurd before running out the door the king left through. I heard shouts behind me and noticed my companions following a short distance away. I soon saw the King ahead of me, the look of shock on his face stayed there when my scimitar plunged through his chest and I kneeled with one leg on the floor and hand outstretched from the thrown scimitar. Running past and retrieving it from him we took some golden keys from his waist belt and made a quick stop at the treasury*
Abrecan: You left the horses in back for our getaway correct?
Becan: Yes, they're still there, I can see them from here, just fill the bloody sack and MOVE!
*We shoveled as much golden loot as we could before jumping onto our horses and racing out of the elven city*
Gorman: I told you it'd be a cinch. Risky, but we'd get it done.
Becan: Indeed, you are a true friend and a noble man. I'm glad we didn't kill you, for you saved our lives countless times already. I can speak for my comrades that we'd be honored to accompany you in your adventures if you should desire to allow us.
Gorman: *smiling* Do I have a choice?
Alaron: *laughing* No, for we'd follow you anyway just to keep YOUR head on your shoulders!
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posted January 21, 2005 04:54 PM |
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Chirping, the sound of peace filled the forest as dawn had just come. It was one of the last vibrant days before fall would send the forest to sleep for months of cold. Junior woke up from his coma weak. The light hurt his eyes, the air felt cold, yet he felt a sense of security. He sat up only to find himself light headed. Once his head cleared he took in his surroundings. He found himself in a bed of ferns and moss in the midst of a forest. He did not remember ever going to sleep in a forest. The last thing he remembered was... dying...
His spell being countered... the bites of the vampires... writing his death letter...
This must be the afterlife, he thought to himself. He wasn't ready for any of this. He wanted to go back. The paladin pulled himself into a ball and burst into tears.
"What's wrong?" called a voice behind him. Junior- turned around and saw a strange sight he had never seen. It was a humanoid like creature with vines and leafs growing from its limbs and body. The paladin did not know what to think of such a greeting or what this creature might be. He pulled himself together and answered the creatures question.
"I have died. I have let down my order. That is why I am in dismay. Who are you anyway asking such questions?"
"I am the one who saved your life. You are lucky to have such a special horse. Had I not found her, you would be dead. Get up young Frostway. You are alive as any. You have a lot to learn from what I have to tell you and you have a lot to do before you do die."
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gorman
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posted January 25, 2005 10:06 AM |
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*The journy through the forest was long and dull. After leaving with much of the elven king's treasure we didn't have much to worry about now that he was dead and no one to bother us anymore. I noticed my three companions were much more cheerful and smiled more and made merry on our way to anywhere. I, however, still brooded in deep thought of my future and where it would lead to. I had noticed how the lands to the north where we ran across the vampires was growing darker and that darkness stretched like a black claw out to the south as though reaching for the green fields and living terrain before it. As we set up camp by a small stream running through the wood I figured I'd ask and learn more about my companions*
Gorman: So tell me, my friends, of what race, exactly, are you?
Becan: *through a mouthful of food* Half-elves. You ever see an elf with facial hair before?
Gorman: Well, no, not off hand.
Alaron: So...tell us, why did you run off with the king's daughter when you knew fully well it was forbidden?
Gorman: We were in love...and when you're in love, that other person is all that matters to you. When she was...taken from me...I felt as though half my body and spirit left with her.
Becan: Aye, love is a powerful thing...
*We all sat there around our campfire thinking of the words exchanged about love and my ex. I'm not sure what was running through their minds but I know that mine was filled with a refreshed pain. I felt a warm flow of water well up in my eyes and I got up with out saying a word and left the camp to be off by myself. Abrecan raised up to follow me but Becan gave him a glance and shook his head so he resumed sitting but stared as I walked away. I walked upstream till I approached a waterfall and a pool near the base of it. Sobbing into my hands I figured now was as good a time as ever to bathe. I had just stripped off my shirt and taken my shoes off when a voice behind me said calmly*
Voice: Hold it right there!
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posted January 25, 2005 08:51 PM |
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"I...had hoped you would know the answer to that, your Grace," the young lich quietly submitted, making sure to remain hidden in the folds of his cloak. They had allowed the undead to pass through their hallowed halls, but the question was why. Why was Lokali here?
Mordith stood, and walked slowly around the large ornamented desk that stood in the middle of the room over to where Lokali stood. Stopping in front of the young boy, he bent down and stared into the hollow sockets that had once contained Lokali's eyes, as if searching for the boy's purpose. What seemed an eternity to the boy passed until the gaze of the malevolent leader wavered up to the men that had led him in.
"Leave us," he said abruptly, and they left.
"Take off your hood," Blackfist commanded, "you've nothing to hide here," he smiled, but it was a wily grin, one that made the young lich wonder whether the tyrant was capable of a real smile. The leader continued, "...except for maybe that which has been hidden from you, the reason you have been guided here. Your purpose."
Lokali was shocked, how could this man know of his search for purpose after they had only just met. Something lie beyond his blank gaze, something both sinister and wonderful to the boy, some power that he now longed for. Mordith had seen inside him, he now knew what the boy sought, but stranger still was that he had unlocked the key to the young lich's purpose. Lokali had to know, "And what is my purpose."
Blackfist continued grinning, "No, no, my boy, that is for you to find out on your own. You cannot escape what you were sent here to do, so there is no need to worry about finding purpose. It will find you." He was being intentionally ambiguous, but Lokali didn't know why. Perhaps Blackfist would benefit from his fulfillment of purpose, or perhaps he was planning to make that so. The boy could not match wits with the man, however, so Lokali paid no heed to the warning in the void where his heart once lay.
Mordith sat back down in his chair, "You were unspoiled by the shackles of life, a sinless undead, and are therefore free from the curses of your people. There is no reason for you to fear the power that was given to you. You will find great use for it before the end." He then grew silent and turned away, and it was clear that this conversation was over.
Lokali headed toward the door.
(OOC: As always, Asmo, if this is a misrepresentation of your character, please let me know so I can edit.)
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Asmodean
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posted January 26, 2005 03:14 PM |
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After I had seen that the young lich was to be escorted out by those who escorted him in, I sat at my desk and thought.
The power emanating from the young lich had been frightening. A Holy power as great as he himself could wield, and it could only grow if expressed and tutored.
Now all that was left to do was wait and watch the young lich, maybe prod him in the right direction every now and again, but he was more sure of anything now that the boy would help him achieve his ends.
Now was time to turn to the news that 'Junior' had been in the Raurian mines. Moridith thought he knew why he was there, and had taken steps to find out. But now it was more urgent.
He had much work to do, and another appointment with Ang-Ho and Sister Madison to arrange to see how the new training was progressing....
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posted January 26, 2005 03:23 PM |
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Junior stared at the creature motionless, his mouth hanging open. He turned his head away in disbelief and shook it with skepticism. He pinched himself. Pain. This creature must be right. He looked up into the calm, patient eyes of Stram'Alar
"What are you?" the paladin finally asked.
"I am a Keeper of the Forest granted immortality to watch over the forest. I give it life. It gives me life. Should this sacred grove cease to live, I would to cease to live. We keep ourselves hidden from common knowledge. I show myself to you now, only because I know that you are the only one who can save this forest. I do not have the power to thwart the undead. But you, Alexander Frostway," the look on Junior's face to hear his own name was quite a shock. How could he possibly know who he was? "you can defeat them. You have a second chance. You are the only one that truly knows what you are up against." Stram'Alar remained quiet to let what he just told Sir Frostway to sink into his mind. Moments of silence passed and the paladin asked a second question.
"How did you know my name?"
"I was once known by the name of Sir Hale. I suffered a similar fate as you suffered. Yet I was not as fortunate. When I was found, there was no bringing me back to my original form. And my Goddess offered me immortality and the honor to watch over her woods. I knew I would be of more use in this manner, than dead. I have longed to return to the Order for months now, but I am also bound to Grove I protect. Should I leave for any length of time, I would die and the forest would slowly wither away. I know the power of the undead you faced. I can only imagine it is even more powerful than when I faced it. You were alone and yet you found a way to stay alive. I had people by my side. You are now more powerful than I was, Sir Frostway. But tell me what brought you to Gaerule?"
"I was on a quest to get Moxiel Gems. I needed to forge a sword as light as a dagger."
"I think your quest has changed. Get your Moxiel Gems. But it will be made to combat the undead. You can forge a sword beyond their power. You and Sir Alexander will create a sword of legendary power." Junior dropped his head and stared mindlessly at the ground.
"Is Sir Alexander?" Junior nodded his head in silence. "How?" The paladin swallowed the lump in his throat.
"He was... He..." a tear rolled from his eyes. "He was assassinated. And Calhoun had slept in coma for months. He recently awoke, but is too weak to even wield a short sword. We have no leader. The Order is a mess. I left to forge a sword for Calhoun. To regain his status among the guild, so he could lead."
"THAT BASTARD!!!!" the primal yell resonated throughout the forest shaking the ground. The trees shook, their branches and bows cracking, their leaves ruffling. Every beast, bird and rodent squaked, roared, and hissed. The anger was expressed through every living being in the forest.
"That blasted Blackfist. I knew he was up to no good. I caught him red-handed making a deal with some scoundrel, looked like one of the Gloom Catchers. But he saw me coming and pretended he was arresting the guy. I know that after I was out of the way he was going to try to take over the Order. Be weary should you return. With your absense, there would be nothing to prevent him from getting elected by the council. They are fickle and will listen to anything if there's no one to disagree." the former paladin tightened a fist as he huffed in frustration.
"People in the order must know about your quest. Yes?" asked Stram'Alar. Junior nodded.
"And they smirked at me in disbelief as I told them what I was doing."
"All the better. Pretend you are interested in your fools quest. Go quickly. Get your Moxiel Gems. The sunlight should keep you safe to venture into town." Stram'Alar let out a piercing whistle and Beauty came running within moments.
"Beauty will keep you safe. Trust where she takes you. Good luck." said Stram'Alar. Junior mounted Beauty and nodded his head and started to take off.
"Where do I go?"
"Beauty knows the way."
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OOC: Whoops 
*As I slowly turned I raised my hands up and cocked my head as I looked at the female elf standing there with a bow and arrow aimed dead center at my chest*
Female: Why are you here in the King's lands? What is your purpose?
*smiling* Gorman: The King, sadly, is dead, my purpose is to cleanse myself. Is that not apparent to you?
Female: Don't you sense the darkness coming to all of our lands? Don't you sense the tremendous power? Even now the stench of death is on the air that doesn't even blow through these woods. Who are you traveler?
*I was worried now, if she knew me she may have orders from someone to kill me*
Gorman: Is my name that important to you? What am I to you but yet a commoner? Is that not enough?
Female: Commoners never go anywhere armed such as this. *kicks my scimitars laying next to my shirt* Now I'll ask you again, who are you?
Gorman: I'm an assasin, the best ever known, that's all you need to know. Now, if you'd please, I'd like to bathe, so either kill me now or get that damned arrow out of my face.
*Taken aback the woman brought the bow down and looked at me as though I were crazy*
Female: What do you plan on doing when the darkness comes? Will you fight the evil that's building and heading this way? To claim all souls as its own?
Gorman: If I knew that would I be here talking to you about it?
*She shrugged and turned away as I bathed myself. As I got out I noticed she had gone, after I had reclothed and armored myself she suddenly reappeared as though out of thin air*
Female: I ask that you help combat the evil that's approaching.
Gorman: Why should I help anyone? Who has helped me? Ever since I was born it seems as though everyone's been trying to cut my head off for a trophy.
Female: That's what happens in your career. *turning to look at me* They won't ever stop chasing you. There'll always be more. As the darkness approaches, do you think they'll show you mercy? Do you believe they'll let you live?
*Angrily I turn and grab her by the shoulders and shake her roughly*
Gorman: What is it you WANT from me?!?!
Female: *smiling* Your attention....and aide...
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Striding into the Long Hall I could see the assembled leaders jump as the door was flung back so hard it banged against the wall.
Taking my seat at the head of the table I asked
'What news from the Raurian mission?' I demanded as I sat down.
A servant brought me a glass of virgin's blood. I sipped it. Ah, aged 18 years. The innocence was exquisite.
'We lost two of our number', said Insidia the lich that I had sent to oversee the conversion of the settlement.
'But we may have replaced at least one of them'.
I listened with glowing glee as she imparted the story of the fight with the paladin.
'And you're sure that he was turned, and not just drank?'
'My lord', she said. 'Your orders were explicit. I believe this was the paladin you had warned us about. His magic was quite potent. It took all of my strength to ward him off, even using the new spells that you taught me. I was assured my Melignia, one of the vampires that bit him, that he turned the paladin. Even if his Holy magic could ward off the bites for as long as he could, he had no way of reaching any other paladins to be fully healed. Surely by tomorrow night I expect to hear word of him'.
'Excellent' I boomed and drank deeply. This was indeed good news. If Junior Frostway had become a vampire then his plan for the paladins became so much easier.
'And the rest of the mining town?' I asked, though I was sure of the outcome.
'All dead my lord, and being fitted out for armour and weapons as we speak. Which nearly fills the quota for zombies that you set for us sire. A few more villages and we should be at capacity.
Time to turn to other matters.
'And the thieves, Brother Malignant?'
The only living creature in the room stood and bowed towards me.
'The thieves are working out as good as we'd hoped sire. They have ransacked the King's chapel and stolen a few artifacts that the paladins have been known to want. I made sure there was no desecration of the chapel as well. The King has not made the knowledge public, of couse. Not yet. But a little imp tells me that he is quietly furious and has begun to slowly increase his recruitment from towns close to the capital.
A few more thought out contracts will see him pushed to fury and perhaps openly condemning them.
With the Raurian business concluded successfully I give it a maximum of six months before he makes his first attack on Severya'.
It was all good.
I sat and listened to my various generals give progress reports. Two new necromancers had been trained to reasonable skill levels, only one of them dying in the process. Not that death was a problem to a necromancer of course.
A rare find, a headless horseman had been persuaded to the cause provided that we supply him with hellhounds for his hunts. Brother Malignant had assured me they would be provided.
I sat and after a while the reports washed over me.
I wondered what the young lich...the one that I shared so much in common with was faring.....
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gorman
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posted January 27, 2005 08:53 PM |
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Gorman: You have my attention, as for my aide, that may come later.
Female: Very well. My name's Aliana Starbreeze. I was given orders from the King to track you down. I'm the best tracker known in the land.
Gorman: What King? What does he need from me?
Aliana: His majesty has heard the rumors of an army of darkness coming. He wants you to assasinate as many of the leaders of that army as possible of course.
Gorman: Yet I know that this army is undoubtedly undead. What's going to stop them from coming back over and over again?
Aliana: There is an artifact of tremendous holy powers that was supposedly blessed by a god in a temple to the north of the Corscian Mountains.
Gorman: That would mean I'd have to go either around their army or through the middle of it to get there the quickest. *strokes my chin* What does this artifact do exactly anyway?
Aliana: *shrugs* I have no idea.
*I sigh and carry my new-found burden on my shoulders. We walk back to my companions and they all stare at me when I return*
Becan: Oy! Surely you didn't find this beauty while bathing now did ya?
*As the others laughed I shot them all a look that quieted them*
Abrecan: What's wrong mate? Ya look like you've seen a ghost.
Gorman: I've been called into his majesty's service to go retrieve an artifact. I do not want either of you three coming with me. Instead, go to the town with Aliana here and protect the city. I shall be as quick as elvenly possible. I don't want to hear any objections, but please do as I ask.
*I heard them mutter under their breaths, things about "well what if he dies?" and "may the god's have mercy on his soul if the undead find him" as they started to pack up their things and follow Aliana out of the forest. Alaron hung back and stared at me for a second before he too followed them out. I now thought of my journey and what lay ahead. I could be walking into certain death, yet I figure if I somehow make it to this artifact, make it back in one piece to delive the damned thing, I could be recognized as a hero and all my crimes could be erased from my record so I could live in peace again. Ahhh, peace, what a blessful thought. I started heading north through the woods towards fate and what it will bring me.*
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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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gorman
Promising
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Been around since before 2003
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posted January 28, 2005 12:42 PM |
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*As I stepped out of the woods I noticed that what I thought was north, was anything but. I came across a very familiar site. A large city with an enormous stone wall loomed on the horizen and a small farm house dwelt in the middle of a large open field. Shaking my head in a rather embarrassing way I trudged the distance back to the city to stock up on supplies that may be needed. A traveling merchant was getting into the city so I climbed aboard his carraige and hid in the back. Noticing a hefty bag full of gold I figured he'd want to share his wealth and borrowed half of it, writting a quick note leaving it in the bag. Jumping off the carriage in the city I quickly spied what I was in search of. A magical items shop. Stepping through the door the bell jingled and an old man came out from a back room. He smiled wryly at me and asked how he could help me*
Gorman: I'm on a journy that may invoke great peril. I'm to assisinate a wizard and I'm positive his apprentices will slay me if I don't have anything with a magical resistance. Might you have a cloak of some kind?
Shopkeeper: Yes indeed! *he croaked* I sell many cloaks for master wizards in case their apprentices spells go awry! Wouldn't want any unfortunate accidents now would we? And judging by the look of you, young man, I've got a special deal, a cloak especially adept to combating the dead spell casting liches! For they are more powerful than any wizard known...alive that is.
*He chuckled at his own joke and brought out a long, black cloak from a drawer by his cash drawer*
Gorman: Trust me sir. I can garuntee I'm far older than you'll ever become.
Shopkeeper: *laughing* Oh come now! You shouldn't tease an old man so! Ten thousand gold. *he stated this his expression no longer cheerful but extremely serious*
*I pulled out my trust fund and dropped it with a thunk on the counter and the bag popped open and gold coins spilled out*
Gorman: Will this cover it?
Shopkeeper: Yes indeed, and good luck to wherever you're going! *he said as I walked out the door with my new purchase*
*I walked back towards the gate of the city, noticing the merchant I had snuck in with looking fairly upset and yelling at random people, "What the hell is an I O U?" I smiled inwardly and kept walking towards the gate. I suddenly froze, I felt a chill run down my spine, something I'm unused to, I looked behind me and saw a small boy escorted by two paladins head towards teh city gate. Such a strange site, I thought to myself, where are they going with a boy? I had to ask and find out for myself....*
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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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Shadowcaster
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Supreme Hero
Shaded Scribe
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A few minutes before...
Lokali was led into his room, a small cell-like anomaly that usually served as a sheep pen in times of foul weather. But today was a beautiful day, so this would house one that the paladins held in lesser regard than its normal occupants had merited. Lokali was afraid, even though Blackfist had assured him there was nothing to fear. The guards left the room and Lokali was again alone; this was not what he had in mind when he set his sights upon the Order.
It was a great risk coming here, one that surprisingly paid off, but there was no doubt in the young lich's mind that some here believed him to be a spy. He was not welcomed here by all, but they would stay in line as long as their leader ordered them to. Thankfully, the Order lived up to his name, and the predictable paladins left him alone, each striving for goodness and purity as if it were something to be desired. Lokali didn't think so, he had been stuck with his destiny, but he was sure he'd grow to accept it in time.
But what of that sickly man he had seen on the way here, the one with the snake nestled at his feet. This one had looked upon Lokali's face as Mordith himself had, it was as if he knew what had gone on in the tyrant's office.
"What's wrong with that one," Lokali had asked the guard as he motioned toward Calhoun, but his question was ignored. It was apparent that the guard was just doing his duty, and would have nothing more to do with the unwelcome "plague" that had seeped into the holy place.
Lokali sat and reflected upon all he had seen and wondered what he may have done without his special talents. He would have lived a normal death, fought in many battles, maybe one day have become an elder within the high council, but in the end, he would have just been another undead. Now he was something more, for no mere undead could have found himself in this place, especially at this time. Little by little, Lokali began to accept his power as a blessing instead of a curse. Great opportunity lay ahead for Lokali.
Just moments later, the same guard returned to the room and ordered Lokali to follow him. What had he done now, the boy wondered? Through the winding hallways once again, Lokali followed close behind as the guard eventually made his way to the gate. He stopped and turned to Lokali.
"I've been ordered to take you into hiding. An undead battalion has been spotted to the south, and Mordith believes they may be here for you."
"Why? I'm an outcast."
"Best not raise suspicions amongst your kind, we need to be off."
He turned and was met with the sight of an assassin blocking the way to the gate. He did not look ready to attack, but the paladin put up his guard anyway.
"What do you want?"
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gorman
Promising
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OoC: Just so ppl know, I made this post with the help of Shadowcastor, so if any QP is applied I ask it be given to him.
Gorman: My apologies, it's not everyday one sees a paladin escorting a mere child amongst the hussle and bussle of city streets!
*Lokali simply looked up at the guard, who stood between Lokali and the stranger. He did take his job seriously, a fact for which the young lich was now very grateful.*
The guards responded in kind, "Our business is our own."
*I nodded and smiled cheerfully at the gaurds as they continued on their way with the boy following in an extremely slow, shuffling walk. I stared at him oddly as he followed the gaurds and whispered to him to get his attention, yet not the gaurds*
Gorman: Hst!
Lokali: What do you want?
Gorman: What's so special about you boy? That they take such effort into protecting you?
*I glanced up to make sure the gaurds kept walking unnoticed*
Gorman: There must be something to make Paladins hold onto a young boy such as yourself so vigilantly... Please, tell me your tale if you care to share. Never in all my...many...years have I seen such a site as this.
Lokali: Vigilantly? They care nothing about me, only orders matter to these men. The only reason they hold so tightly to me is because their leader, Mordith Blackfist, has taken an interest in me.
Gorman: Mordith...that name sounds familiar, somehow, what is his interest boy? What is it about you? If you fear these men I'll adopt you if that would suit you. You'll have your freedom returned and won't have to feel endebted to me.
*Lokali was insulted that this man would assume his fear of his guides, when instead he shared the indifferent feeling that the young lich associated with nearly any he crossed*
Lokali: Well, I would like to know where I am going if I were to go with you. Nobody at the Order has told me anything, they distrust me too much. If you were to tell me why I should go with you instead of them? Because, as it stands, I cannot trust anyone.
Gorman: I have a...rather dangerous quest to retrieve an extremely holy artifact through legions of undead, such as yourself. I have figured that from your awkward walk. As any natural human boy would be more agile and faster than one in your stature. And, you don't exactly smell of perfume, no offense. Another thing, is Paladins would naturally slay undead out of instict to slay things evil, since you're being escorted by them, you must have a strong holy aura about you to still be in one whole piece. As for your trust, it takes time to build trust. I will trust my life in your hands if you can trust yours in my hands. Figurtively speaking that you do have a life that is. Now, as for why you should go with me, the choice is yours lad, but I know that we shall both benefit from each others company, you have the word from this world's most deadly assasin. And that accounts to alot when it comes down to it! What say you lad?
*Lokali knew of the artifact the assassin spoke. They would have to go back to those that had sent him away, back to his home, to retrieve it. Lokali remembered when he himself had seen the artifact, its energies had been stolen from countless fallen paladins, and the magic within was powerful enough to slay any undead. For this reason, they kept it under very close watch.*
*Somehow, he knew this was somehow connected to his purpose, the tug he felt whenever he knew he was being watched by his guiding force from above. He had to go with this man back into the place he knew so fondly.*
Lokali: Yes, I can help you, but I must warn you. The artifact is not so easily won. The grand elder guards that trinket himself, and he is no fool when it comes to dealings with outsiders. I can help you find a way in.
Gorman: We'll worry about the artifact IF we get there. We have to worry about the getting there part first young lad! *I said this part laughing as I thought there may be no hope for one with a pulse in a legion of undead* Are you ready to lead the way? We much be swift before those gaurds return searching for you...
*Lokali only nodded, and the pair quickly darted into the thick wood nearby.*
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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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TitaniumAlloy
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Professional
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Knight continued down the path, alone as demanded. The leader of the Devil Triton stated that if anyone were to follow, all in the Thieves Guild would be killed. However Knight did not fully trust them, and he had Shade follow him at a distance and several sharpshooters stationed hidden high in the hills near the camp. Just to be sure.
As he emerged from the dark forest the entrance to the cave-lair was revealed. The path led down into the abyss in the cliff, and the appearance was off-putting enough to turn away the hardiest of explorers. Knight did not slow his pace, and continued through.
He was quickly enveloped in darkness as he turned the corner to put the entrance out of sight. Knight lit his torch to reveal horrific markings on the walls, close to him on either side. Looking up, no roof was visible, just darkness beyond the light shed by the flaming torch. The cavern was rank with the smell of blood... and fear. Still Knight kept down the path... nothing would turn him away. Soft murming voices arose around him, too quiet to locate, too loud to ignore. Even when the whispers turned to screams of agony, coming from all around, Knight did not turn back. Marks of Tridents and other incantations marked on the wall became more common, this time painted with blood. He noticed several runes which meant "sacrifice", Knight touched the blood marking and tasted it on his finger...
"Human."He said to himself. He was getting close.
All of a sudden Knight tripped on loose footing and lost his balance, falling flat on his face. He had dropped the torch and the flame was extinguished.
Out of the darkness, a cold and clammy hand reached out in front of him... and a steel masked face appeared in front of him.
Knight is not a religious man, not of any particular faith nor against. But nothing could have prepared him for something so unholy...
In a demonic voice, the figure spoke.
"Welcome, unbeliever."
Edit: QP applied for continuous quality posting in the Glade. Keep up the good work. -Shadow
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