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william
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LummoxLewis
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posted April 16, 2007 01:42 AM |
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HOMM RP
"Yes, get me the plans of Shadow Spire, I want to know the secret of the castle!" Arcon Screamed at his slave.
"Now, fetch me some water, I am getting increasingly thirsty, thirsty for death and desctruino" Arcon said slowly, in a whispery voice.
Arcon, has been around for many years, no one knows exactly where he was born, but they know why.
The Man, the creature, the one we al fear, has been known to have been born to bring havoc, death and destruction to the lands.
He is like a plague, that has come to wipe out Men, Women and Children, and nothing can stop him, or that is what we believe.
People fear him, the Night is when Arcon is feared the most, as he can blend in with the Shadows, he has the strength of 10 men.
This man, this thing, is not to be messed with, whatever you do, do not venture to his castle, The Dark Castle
"Sooooooo, this is what they have been saying about me huh?"
"Yes mi Lord"
"They are a bunch of pathetic fools, no one can defeat me, and I will claim those lands as my own, in due time".
"Well master, what shall we do until then?"
"We just have to wait, for the right moment, so that I may strike, but let's just enjoy what is left of this pathetic country, before I wipe it out and claim it as my own, mwahahahahahahaha".
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~Ticking away the moments that
make up a dull day, Fritter and
waste the hours in an off-hand
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VokialBG
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posted April 16, 2007 09:31 AM |
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Edited by VokialBG at 09:32, 16 Apr 2007.
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And somewhere deeply in the iron mountains, in the Dark cave... there was a hero in silver armour and long steel spear. His face is pale and covered with dirt.
This is Vokil, he fell into a heavy sleep 500 years ago and he is still there in the cave.
500 years ago he become a myth for his people and legend for the hole world, but he left the heroic life and fall into his sleep... and so 500 years and he is still there... he wait for new adventures and heroic missions, when he'll be needed to his people...
And the moment is now...
He go out of the cave - his old home and go to the town... where he was king 500 years ago but now just a ordinary man in strange silver armour.
"I can feel it... he is near, very near... new enemy will try to conquest the lands of my people..."
"...To the castle, I must get my old weapons..."
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted April 16, 2007 04:02 PM |
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Between Shadowspire and the Ironsand desert, darkness exploded out of nowhere. A creature stepped out from the darkness, his bent figure exhausted of all the powers he had used breaking the Forbidding Wall. The Forbidding Wall had been a magical wall to keep the demons out of this world, it was made by all the good magical creatures in the beginning of time when the chaos war raged. He tightened his grip on the Doom Staff, and the ground beneath him were slowly turned black. He rose one hand, and some of his loyal demon-allies stepped out. He was the king of this anscient demons, but he would have been killed if it wasn't for his extreme powers.
"Finally free!" he hissed, his mouth grinning and revealing rows of small sharp theeth. He rose his staff and called for support from the old caves, in not long time some giant bats turned up in the dark skies.
"Lord, shall we send the Furies to kill everyone close to us?" a Dark Ogre (the first race of ogres) asked his master. Dagda Mor closed his eyes, then after a short time opened them again.
"No, nobody is close. Get everyone out of the Forbidding Wall and hide them in the valley on the other side of the mountain!"
He grinned to himself, after several millions of years he was free, free to fight and conquire! But first the legions of demons had to be free of the Forbidding Wall, free to follow him, free to kill!
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tnt_addict
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Supreme Hero
Beautiful Liar
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posted April 16, 2007 10:26 PM |
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The first ray of light warmed Gunnars face, this was his time to get up from his slumber. Both of his arm felt numb, he looked to his right to see what is the reason for this uncomfortable feeling. A pretty blonde girl was looking at him with her large green eyes, he looked to his left where he found another red girl this time quietly asleep while tightly holding his big hairy arm.
Strocking his cheek with her smooth gentle arm the blond girl asked him in a low voice "Gunnie, was it good for you as it was for me?"
Right like he really remembered what has happened last night, he was known to drink till his lights go out almost every day of the week, he was a party animal and there was nothing that he could do about it.
Pulling his arm from beneath the blonde girl he slapped himself twice on the face to pump himself up. "Eeerrrr... Sure, yeah it was the best... Uuummmm..."
"Mephala! You know... Your one true love, like you said last night!"
"Right... Last night... Uummm so who's the other chick then?"
"I can't believe you don't remember anything from last night! My sister was right, we shouldn't have gone with you... You heartless poo eater!"
"Yeah about that... You two make yourselves comfortable while I... I go tend to some important busyness." Gunnar quickly pulled his other arm free and jumped off the bed, his clothes were scaterred all around the room and his shirt was almost ripped all the way down. He searched the room for his prized daggers to find them hanging down from the lantern above him, he snatched them and secured them to his belt.
"Guuuunnnniiiieee!!!"
Was all he heard running down the stairs past the innkeeper who anawarely recieved 3 silver coins for the night into his pocket, to the open street where his loyal horse was awaiting him.
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted April 17, 2007 08:18 PM |
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Edited by wog_edn at 20:20, 17 Apr 2007.
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The Changeling looked at Gunnar riding away from the two girls, he smiled. The people now living in this world was weird, and ready to be killed. They fought between themself, something the demons didn't. Changeling looked like the bartender now, the real person was eaten. Changeling were able to change its form into whatever it wanted, as long as it could see it. He walked out the backdoor, that person seemed interesting.
"Master!" he said, using his telepathic powers. "I just saw a person that could be interesting to control, may I kill him and take his body?" He waited, the master was thinking, he knew it.
"Do so!" was the answer, "but be careful, we still know little about this creatures. They may control magic equal to ours, take him while he looks like himself. That is the best way."
Changeling smiled, made himself into an eagle and flew the direction Gunnar had taken.
"Time to kill!" he said to himself...
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VokialBG
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Legendary Hero
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posted April 17, 2007 09:06 PM |
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Edited by VokialBG at 21:19, 17 Apr 2007.
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When Vokil finally reach his old estate, open the heavy wood gates, cross the bailey and go in the his pre-old home, The White Castle, the castle where was the finally battle of his first heroic period, 500 years ago...
He go in the festal hall, and sit on one of the ebony chairs near the table. Suddenly a voice is heard:
The Voice: "Sir, you are back to us!"
Vokil: Blacky! My truest servant!"
From the dark tile of the room come a old Raven... his name is Blacky, inheritor of noble family of ravens he is now 800 years old. The family of Vokil use ravens as heralds this is like a tradition.
Blacky: "Sir, you are back to us we are ready for the new era!"
Vokil: "Thanks Blacky, but lets start as in our talk 500 years ago"
Blacky: "Yes, sir, I know... many things happened here...for 500 years"
Blacky: "Many Kings are dead, many great warriors too... new danger will come to us from west and north, Sir, I can feel it!"
Vokil: Me too Blacky! But tell me about my old fellow-travellers, Where is Dardil?
Blacky: "Dead, Sir, he was killed in war 200 years ago!"
Vokil: "Mardik?"
Blacky: "Dead too"
Vokil: "Dadalak, Raniwal, Chichalik, Gunnar?"
Blacky: They are all dead, Sir, except Gunnar, he live now in the desert.
Vokil: I must find him, even now every one can be in great danger!
Vokil: I'll find him but first I must take some stuffs and take a bath
After the bath, Vokil went to on old chest he opend it and take 5 pouches with strange shining dust and one bulb with red ligiud, then he went to the stable (in it) and found an old horse skeleton there:
Vokil: Ehhhh... dear Polu...
Vokil: I need you again, we will fight agains the enemies again!
He opend the bulb and empty the it on the skeleton. The skeleton start to cover with muscles, then with skins, hear... the horse stand up and
neigh two times.
Vokil: Yeap, time to go!
Vokil get his long steel spear and start his travel in to the desert.
When he was finally out of the castle, Blacky went to him:
Sir, I want to go with you
Vokil: Why Blacky?
Blacky: I want to see the desert again I'm born there!
Vokil: Ok, Blacky you can caome with me
Finally when they was near the desert a saw silhouette and eagle, flying near it.
Vokil: Hey, Gunnar you old bastard! - Whooped Vokil and start to ride at a gallop.
Gunnar: It can not be! It's really you!
Vokil: Yeah, It's me of flesh and blood
Gunnar: Good to see you again, old friend
Vokil looked over him and he saw an eagle... hmmm interesting, a eagle in the desert, where he can't find any food...
Vokil: You have a new friend? said Vokil and pointed with his finger the eagle.
Gunnar: "No, it's not mine!"
Blacky: "Sir, I can feel it! This is not a bird!!!"
Vokil: Hmmm lets see! And he took out a bow and a arrow, then hit and kill the eagle. The bird fell in the sands and it's dead body transform in a dead demon...
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted April 17, 2007 11:53 PM |
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Edited by wog_edn at 23:55, 17 Apr 2007.
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Dagda Mor opened his eyes, and smiled.
"Stupid mortals!" he whispered, "They really think an arrow is enough to kill one of my demons?"
"Shall I attack, mylord?" Changeling communicated with his master.
"Yes, take the form of my loyal demon, Reaper, and let us see how they can resist my oldest and most powerful hunter!" Dagda Mor grinned, and motioned.
Out from a shadow something huge, darker than darkness itself, came. Nobody knew its face, those who had seen it were dead, long ago. It was different from the legends in this world, it had no scythe, but powerful claws.
"Find the royal elves, and kill them!" Dagda Mor hissed.
Without a sound Reaper moved off to find his preys, the elven royal family, who the demons thought to be the only ones to still control magic.
Changeling rose, its eagle body was gone, replaced with some giant black mass. It had no neck, only giant jaws with several rows of sharp theeth. It was over 8 feet tall, and the red eyes fixed on the two creatures in front of it. Whatever they were, they should not attack him without regret it! Changeling went down on all four, looking like an enormeus black panter, crawling slowly against them.
"Fools, mortal creatures, you are no challenge for my powers!" it hissed, moving closer and shortening the distance between it and its new enemies slowly.
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Cleroa
Tavern Dweller
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posted April 18, 2007 04:34 PM |
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In the west, far up in the garotte gorge mountains, in a cave, Krishna woke up with a feeling that something was wrong. She went out of the cave and looked around on the green bushes and blooming flowers. It was nice and peacefull but she was rather terryfied.
"Where is my snow and ice? Its all gone. It is warmer now than it have been in a hundred years up here. Someone or something must be to blame for this and i am gonna find out who or what.
Hmm. a good place to start my search must be in Alvar. its people must be able to tell me what is taking place resently and maybe give me some clues to start with.
Chepmiq!!! I need you. i'm not gonna walk all the way.
She mounted her snowrabbit and started climbing down the mountain top.
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MightyMage
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Legendary Hero
of INSANITY and DELICIOUSNESS
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posted April 18, 2007 07:07 PM |
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Out in the far reaches of the Ironsand Desert lied Le Château Rouge de Rois or The Red Castle to those who dare approach it. For years it was surrounded by the vast Sinking Mountains but as their name implied, The mountain rage began to sink into the sand from whence they came.
Through it's massive halls walked the current owner of this old building. Greer Darkeye. For many years Greer has lived in this castle but his first steps onto it's cursed stone walkway were as a servant of The Red King. Once the mad ruler of the lands before him, The Red King decided that the peace over his lands was disturbing. In his mind it sat until he could stand it no more. That is when he called upon Warlord Greer, an old wizard who had won many wars for many kings. This king however wished to wage war on his own people. Greer had no objections for his was not to question the wishes of those that paid him. Especially wealthy kings who paid him richly. And so it was a hundred years past that Greer led the armies of The Red King into a war on the unsuspecting people below. It was a swift victory as anyone would expect. The King had no mercy and demanded the life of all his subjects but in the end it was his own madness that killed him.
As the story goes, Los The Red took his own life in hopes of living forever as an Undead Lord. Just before he drove a dagger into his own heart, The Red king demanded a similar sacrifice of all his servants, cooks, maids, and all other subjects loyal to him. They did. And so in the second season in the sixth month, Los The Red and all in his castle took their lives...and never returned. Greer entered the dark halls after a long battle to find it strangely quiet. Upon discovering his master dead, Greer took the old kings castle as his own. Since then he has lived in solitude guarding his treasures for many are magical by nature. His most prized and guarded however is a ruby. One look and most would notice little value but one very important part was left out of The Red King's story. It was into this ruby that the king looked every day as he found it's design to be exquisite and it's beauty unmatched. It is also unknown that it was this jewel that darkened the once great king. This object that drove him to madness. Very few know of this object but those that have sought it's power have all died.
Greer intends to keep it that way.
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Though I must still bow
in awe for the awesomeness that is
MightyMage. For he is all I could ever
want to be! - OhforfSake
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted April 18, 2007 08:22 PM |
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Dagda Mor was restless, he sensed magic.
"Where are my Demon Wolves?" Dagda Mor asked one of his officers.
"They are out patroling the area outside the valley." his officer roared. It was a giant wingless dragon. It was long, like a snake, and it's jaws were almost the only things it had in it's face.
Dagda Mor looked against the south, feeling some terrible powers in that direction. Powers that even could be greater than his own...
"Gather all the Furies and the Dark Ogres, I am going against south to see what's there!" he hissed. The Wyrm roared out in a language long time ago forgotten, and Furies and Dark Ogres came running.
"Be ready for a long journey, we are going to travel for five days southwest, then return back here!" Dagda Mor hissed, everyone heard him. "Always be prepared. Changeling and Reaper are the only ones that knows this land, and I have not had enough contact to see where they went."
An army of several thousand demons, but not even a little piece of the demon army, marched southwest. The dark mass almost invisble in the darkness, but still the sound could be heard more than a mile away...
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william
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
LummoxLewis
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posted April 19, 2007 05:20 AM |
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All is going according to plan for Arcon, and his plans for destroying the land are nearly going to unfold.
"Nothing can stand in my way now, or can something stand in my way?" Arcon shouted.
"No, nothing master, nothing at all!"
"Good, good, then I shall enjoy this, a lot!".
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~Ticking away the moments that
make up a dull day, Fritter and
waste the hours in an off-hand
way~
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Cleroa
Tavern Dweller
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posted April 23, 2007 07:23 PM |
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As she came down to the bottom of the mountain ridge, Krishna realised much had changed. The road which she had followed when she entered the mountains long ago had overgrown and some places were not to be seen. She did her best to follow it, but as the day grew older she realised that she had went to much south, and was now traveling the old road to Ravenshore.
It was late, and fortunately a lot cooler, when she reached the actual new road and she decided to follow it to the sea, to Ravenshore and go to Alvar from there.
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TDL
Honorable
Supreme Hero
The weak suffer. I endure.
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posted April 24, 2007 08:22 PM |
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Edited by TDL at 20:24, 24 Apr 2007.
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Nothing gave out the light footsteps of Falther as he approached yet another crow that was sent to spy over his realm. He was perfectly hidden, camouflaged, inseparable from the cobblestone. A light thrust of his hand from his sleeve and he could easily kill the unsuspecting bird. Yet, he chose to wait. To capture. To prove he is right.
"Milord?"
Royal guards approached from the halls of the castle. Falther cursed at their appearance. The crow was already beginning to spread his wings to make the flight, final may it be.
"Hold your mouths shut... We are on a hunt..."
Falther was angry for his mischievous plan was gradually failing. He could not stand another failure. He could not allow yet another victory of the dark forces. No one must thwart his plan.
"Sire?"
Hand thrust like a dagger, holding the neck of a crow. Croaking sounds erupted from the crow's throat. The bird visibly could not breathe, thus Falther grabbed his wing, pressing it towards the wall, enchaining the stabbed bird.
"Falcon taming is a virtue... Birds are fragile beings..."
Apparently, he was enjoying. The guards, however, grew unsteady. Something troubled them greatly and Falther was to learn about it as soon as possible.
"Thousand nations of the Shawdowspire shall descend upon us, sire... They believe we hold the key to the temple of Akhten-La.. "
"Codswallop!" Falther accidentally broke the throat of the bird. Agression took over him in an instant, yet he could not let the harmed bird go away. "They very well know that we have never been to it and it is much farther to the north. I am not interested in the relics of the undead - powerful as they may be they hold the curse placed upon them."
He took out a human skull out of his pocket, severely damaged on the forehead. Guards shivered at the sight, yet contained their exasperation and stood grimly silent. Falther opened the jaws and started moving them as if imitating.
"He who passes past the borders of the temple shall fall under the unholy curse!"
Guards knew not whether to laugh or show off their anger and lack of steadiness. Falther seemed to enjoy this childish game, but grew tired after a few instants, throwing it away.
"Deploy guards in the Black Crag. They will not pass it... alive."
A grin crept his otherwise beautiful face with a hint of madness. He turned to the crow, continuing the examination.
Little did he know what happened to the skull he threw from the tower, yet a humane sound of pain and cracking bones echoed throughout as a body slapped silently onto the pale flat mountain floor, leaving yet another spy in a pool of its own blood...
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GenieLord
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Legendary Hero
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posted April 24, 2007 09:07 PM |
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A tall, pale mage, with red clock and large wand walks in the desolate Ironsand desert.
He walks slowly, looking at the ground. Suddenly, he notices a shining gold, covered in the sand.
"Ah, there it is."
He digs in the sand, and discovers a golden lamp. He rubs it.
A huge Djinn Sultan comes out of the lamp. The man doesn't seem suprised at all.
"You have one wish, Foular" says the Djinn Sultan.
The mage raises his wand. Magical purple ropes tie the Djinn Sultan's body, so it can't move.
"I didn't come here to ask for a wish, and you know it, Er-Saff."
The ropes are getting more tightened with every second that passes.
Foular continues "You know, I could come here only to revenge you, and maybe to kill you..."
The ropes are so tightened that they almost kill Er-Saff.
"But meanwhile, Arcon is getting stornger and stronger, and both of us don't want to get to situation that..."
"Release me!" Er-Saff screams, trying to breath "Release me and I'll fight for you!"
"Nah, that will be too easy. I don't want to be beyrayed again, Er-Saff" Foular answers.
"I won't betray you again. Just release me, please..."
The purple ropes disappear.
"Now you are on my side, Er-Saff. If you betray me, I swear I'll destory your lamp and delete your soul. As I was trying to say, Arcon is getting stronger and stronger. I want to be on his side, to help him. Anyway, if I come without army, he might kill me. After all, he doesn't need me, and afraid that I'll betray him. We have to come with great army."
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VokialBG
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Legendary Hero
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posted April 25, 2007 08:07 AM |
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Edited by VokialBG at 08:08, 25 Apr 2007.
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Gunnar: What the **** was that???
Vokil: The danger, I was right they will come for us! I need to hurry Gunnar! I must reach the town till the next sundown, or they will finish us!
Gunnar: ???
Vokil: Goodbye for now Gunnar We'll meet again in the town!
And he stared to rode at a gallop. Suddenly, he notices 2 strange figures in the desert, a mage and a djinn.
Vokil: A mage? And a djinn in the desert?
Vokil: A demon in the desert?
Vokil: 500 years and now everybody like the desert?
And he rode to the strangers:
Vokil: Greetings, strangers! What can bring here a mage and a djinn in the sands of this desert?
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GenieLord
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Legendary Hero
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posted April 25, 2007 04:07 PM |
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Er-Saff and Foular walk in Ironsand desert.
"Why don't we teleport from here?" asks Ef-Saff.
"How could I dare to think that you are intelligent Djinn, Er-Saff? We have to find a good place to teleport from! There are zounds of Air Elemetals in this desert. I'm sure that they are watching us right now... They will tell the enemy if we just teleport infront of them. Meanwhile they think that I just came to ask for a wish" says foular.
Suddenly, Er-Saff notices a man, riding on a horse towards Foular and Er-Saff.
Er-Saff: "This is Vokil, he was allied with our army, 500 years ago, After..."
"After you betrayed me" continues Foular.
Er-Saff gets pale.
Er-Saff: "He is..."
"My new puffet" continues Foular, again.
Er-Saff seems to be concerned.
Vokil: "Greetings, strangers! What can bring here a mage and a djinn in the sands of this desert?"
It looks like Er-Saff just want to be in other place.
Foular: "The same thing that brings kingdoms to send spies to the desert."
There's explosion. The horse dies, but Vokil stands, breathes heavily, surrounded by a magical shield.
Vokil: "What have I..."
But Er-Saff casts Confusion before Vokil finished the sentence.
The magical shield arround confused Vokial disappears.
Foular casts Puffet Master spell.
Vokil stops breathing heavily, and stands balanced, without moving, like a statue.
"The first thing I want to do, Er-Saff, is to make my enemies to lose faith in their leader" says Foular.
Er-Saff is getting even paler.
"I think he's on our side" says Er-Saff quickly.
"Nobody is on our side. I doubt that even you are on our side" answers Foular.
Er-saff starts to sweat.
Foular says: "Vokil, go to find Gunnar and attack him! After you do, teleport to the town you came from. In the second your feet feel the land of the town, you'll be back to yourself, and you won't remember anything that happened here."
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VokialBG
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posted April 25, 2007 06:18 PM |
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Edited by VokialBG at 19:49, 25 Apr 2007.
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Foular says: "Vokil, go to find Gunnar and attack him! After you do, teleport to the town you came from. In the second your feet feel the land of the town, you'll be back to yourself, and you won't remember anything that happened here."
And in this moment Vokil turn back and did not more then 2 steps and he fell down, starting to twist.
Er-Saff:What is wrong with him?
Foular:Its not magic effect???
Er-Saff:But, but???
And the strangers start to watch him, how he twist and twist in the sands...
Vokil was not just the King of Shadowspire, he was the Seer King, and his ability to be Seer was gone for ever, but Foular's magic, somehow unlocked the lost ability again.
In this trance, Vokil just went 500 years in the past, he was there on his horse - Polu and he was stoped with his army in front of Shadowspire's walls:
Messager: Sir! Sir! They betrayed us!
Vokil: What??? Cowardly Dogs! They just betrayed theirs most respected ally!
Vokil:They will suffer for that!!!
Suddenly, he went to other place, he was in his throne hall:
Servant: Sir, the war was won, but you must go to the iron caverns?
Vokil: This is my oun decision, Blacky, I'm not needed now, my time is over
Blacky: But, Sir, I live to serve, without my vocation I'm nothing!
Vokil: I'll always need you Blasky
He get a bottle and give it to Blacky
Vokil: Drink it, you'll live 8000 times longer, and you'll wait for my return, you'll be one of my noble ravens
Suddenly, Vokil stoped to twist and stood like dead man.
Vokil stand up and turn round to the mage:
Vokil: Ahhhh... you... fool...
Vokil: I remember you! You was Kim-bardena's sun, you was yound when I was King of this place! You and your father betrayed us, me and my people! But you can't control my brain, now when I know who are you and when I have this!
Vokil took out an old forelock of hair, of one of his pouchs.
Vokil:This is forelock, of your father's hair Foular, he gave it to me in proof of our old alliance, when the forelock is with me, he can't use magic on me, this was him proof for loyalty, and his blood is now in your veins!
He put the forelock, again in the pouch. And took out his sword and in one hand and his spear in the other!
Foular moved his fingers again but nothing happend.
Vokil: You must refill magical power for your next hypnosis, Foular, but even if you get it you can't control me
Foular: Er-Saff, time for my last...
Before he had the time to finish his sentence, Vokil hit the mage legs with his sword and he fell on the ground. Vokil piled his spear on 5 centimetres next to Foular's head and touched his sword blade to the mage's neck.
Vokil:Now tolk, Pig! Why are you in the desert? Or I'll cut your head!
Foular:I was here to find my djinn
Vokil:MY djinn! According to the djinn's law's, when the djinn's master is defeated in battle the winner is the djinn's new master!
Vokil:Why you need him?
Foular:I was planned to use the djinn's against Arcon
Vokil:You'll suffer for your daring Archmage! I'm on your side, but you tred to use me, as killed! To kill my most trued friend!
Vokil:No, I'll not kill you, Foular, I'll not kill helpless wizard in the desert! But I'll cut your long hair, and your beard too! The magic power of all mages is in his hair and the beard, you'll not lose your life but your powers!
And Vokil cut the Foular hair, and then the beard, get his spear and start to walk to the town, Er-Saff just started to follow his new master.
Vokil:You know Er-Saff, I have a wish, give me the power in the mage's hair! I'll be not only a warrior! I'll be a caster too! And brign me my horse back here - alive!
Er-Saff, moved his hands and Vokil felt new power in his vein, suddenly Polu went to him alive.
Vokil:Now Er-Saff, go back to your old master - Foular, he need you more than me... I'm not stupid, and he isn't, if he is alive, one day we can take Arcon down with one army
Er-Saff:You are strange man, masret... I mean old - master
Vokil:But never forget, Er-Saff, I'm not your enemy, and I'll never be an enemy!
And Er-Saff went to his master again...
Vokil rode again on his horse and soon he was back to the town...
EDIT:The post was edited abit, then the mage still need his djinn in my last wish, I just give back the djinn to GL 
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted April 25, 2007 07:33 PM |
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Changeling looked on the scene... he was afraid these things could be that powerful. He looked at the mage, with cut hair and beard. No danger from there anymore, then he looked over at the undead.
"Damn you!" he hissed, "My lord will slaughter you as you were a normal elf!"
The Changeling walked over to the wizard, looking into his eyes.
"Talk to me, mortal!" he whispered.
"What do you want me to say?" the man answered.
"Do you want your powers back, and enter the army of the demons?" Changeling whispered, he could feel Dagda Mor looking through his eyes.
"Continue, we could need a person from this world that knows it!" the Demon Lord commanded Changeling.
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TDL
Honorable
Supreme Hero
The weak suffer. I endure.
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posted April 25, 2007 08:05 PM |
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Edited by TDL at 20:06, 25 Apr 2007.
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A shade was approaching the castle as the sun was about to set. Like a ghost it flew swiftly, desperately trying to reach the topmost tower. The speed and the route gave off immeasurable fear and suspicion that something dark, something wrong was happening. The shadow, grim and feeble, already eyed the reliquary, searching for a spot to enter.
Grasp! A hand stretched out of the window hole. No one was as swift and as wary as Falther, especially concerning possibly unwelcome guests. The shadow croaked in pain, entering the piercing ray of sunlight that was the only source of light for the tower.
"What news you bring to me? Foul as they seem to be, how grave they are?"
Imperceptible for a humane ear, the voice of the bird meant something to the man. His already pale face instantly shifted into white.
"If what you bring is true, I must hurry."
Previously unnoticed, a silent sound of movement reached Falther's ears.
"I knew you would come, Seraf."
The man in silence grumbled and murmured something, cursing at being noticed. Long oily black hair, grumpy nose and pale grey eyes - everyone seemed to notice his grim facial structure.
"Why are you stalking me? You are neither a foe, nor a friend. What leads you here?"
"For how long have you known I had been following you?"
"Since you stepped on the floor of my palace for the first time."
Falther smiled, forcing Seraf into a astonished angry smile.
"You are a wise man, Falther. You heed no advice, nor you need it. You follow no roads of destiny, yet you forge your own fate. What terrible fate is about to wreak havoc in your kingdom?"
Desperate sigh erupted from Falther's mouth, disrupting the abrupt monologue of Seraf.
"The Ironsand desert holds one of the three divine artifacts that were once hid by the Ancient Guardians to preserve the balance. The artifacts, even though not as powerful as some of the magi can produce and does not contain power to make one stronger than others, are of value beyond reason..."
"As the sun dawned and clouds, soaked with blood, filled the sky, the world was filled with plague and curse. The ancient evil placed its servants on the land, sending them off to four corners of the world to bring death and decay..."
"Quite correct, yet that is a mythical story only. The actual power of the artifacts is hidden and revealed only to those who were worthy. The Dark Gods themselves pour their souls into the man, twisting him to delusional ways. All who cross his path to Ravenshore suffer from agony, misfortune, pain, diseases and, eventually, sudden death. It is said that once he disrupts the free port and the Regna Island is cut off from the world, the evil twisted folk shall rise to power, for evil powers shall be granted to the ones seeking ultimate control over the land."
"And you must stop them by getting the artifacts?"
"No, not getting them - destroying them. I do not think anyone would think about them in these times, considering the fact that thousands of years have past since the 'first legendary downfall', but the commotion in the desert might attract people to bring the history to life..."
Do not mistake Seraf with Er-Saff... Seraf is but another NPC with his own agenda.
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GenieLord
Honorable
Legendary Hero
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posted April 25, 2007 08:10 PM |
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Foular wakes up. He lies in the middle of the desert. Er-Saff is stands near him. He notices that Foular's eyes are open.
"You woke up, Fou..." says Er-Saff.
"Where is he!? Where is Vokil!?" shouts Foular.
Er-saff seems to be afraid of his master's madness.
"He went away. I couldn't stop him..." says Er-Saff.
"You liar!" shouts Foular.
Foular reads Er-Saff's minds. He gets into his memories.
He watches Er-Saff gives Vokil the power of magic.
"You helped him! You gave him the power of magic! Just give me a good reason to keep you alive"
Foular raises his wand, again...
"A demon, a demon lord... He wants you, he wants you on his side" says Er-Saff quickly. He shakes a little bit.
"Interesting information. Tell me more!" says Foular.
Unsympathetic smile rises on Foular's face.
"He's named Dagda Mor. He fights against Vokil and Gunnar." says Er-Saff.
"I don't trust demon lords." says Foular. "However, I can't trust allies anymore, as well."
Er-Saff gets paler than a lime.
"I'm going to meet some wizards. I need army." says Foular.
"If the silly demon lord come, I'll join him. We have the same goal after all..."
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