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bixie
Promising
Legendary Hero
my common sense is tingling!
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posted May 16, 2008 09:44 PM |
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Edited by bixie at 19:13, 18 May 2008.
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Gods-RP
IT'S HERE!
Kamisani hit the tortoise over the head again
"Can't you go any quicker, you idiotic reptile!" he shouted. "I'm supposed to be in Vernati by now!"
"Walk." replied the tortoise slowly
"Transportation trouble?" said a low sultry voice.
"same as usual, hachibi," muttered Kamisani, "why did the creators have to team me up with a tortoise?"
"Well, maybe there is something we could do about that," hachibi replied. "I've been hearing talks, apparently a human has managed to discover a device used by the creators to change the gods."
"You mean i can get off this blasted shell!"
"Yes, but your probably have to convince the human, he is one of the most fanatical atheists and science devoted person in the world."
"Shouldn't be too hard," Kamisani muttered, "Even a scientist must appreciate a good book. Where is he?"
"Vernati, currently, Shakaku's keeping an eye on him."
"Get Shakaku to follow him and make sure that he doesn't leave his sight." Kamisani walked off, "Its time i got rid of this tortoise and replaced it with something decent."
"F*** you!" replied the tortoise
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Love, Laugh, Learn, Live.
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Daystar
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Back from the Dead
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posted May 16, 2008 09:56 PM |
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Havan trembled as he walked up the mountain. The omens had been bad for the last week, and the monthly offering was already a day late due to the heavy rain the day before, and Havan had not been able to take his turn of providing the offering. Benvolrr, though not usually an angry god, tended to become cranky when hungry. But he’s a god, for Yak’s sake! Havan thought. Why can’t he just get food for Himself? Havan was fairly certain the priests would know. Despite his fear of the mountain, Havan was distracted by the thought of the priests.
A bear, hungered by the long winter no doubt, had blundered into the village near Havan’s Hovel. The people on the street had been terrified. The Bear, maddened by the ache in his belly and roaring loud enough to wake the dead, had lumbered after the nearest villager with food. Poor Marion had shrieked and run. Stubbornly (or stupidly, depending on your point of view) she had clung to her basket of mutton, which the bear could doubtless smell. Havan had rushed into his home and grabbed a spear from where it hung over the hearth. When he emerged he stopped dumb. There, standing in the middle of the road, between the Bear and Marion, was his son, Aiden. Without a second thought Havan raised his spear, prepared to throw it if the bear got a hair’s breadth closer to his son. But it didn’t. Instead it stopped, with a look of confusion on its face, and seemed to sit down on its rump. Aiden was saying something, very calmly and quietly. Havan could not understand a word of it but the Bear seemed to get it. It nodded, and eventually seemed to reply when Aiden had stopped. There was a seeming glow around Aiden, as though the sunlight was shining just a little bit brighter on him as he pulled a hunk of veal from his vest and gave it to the bear. The bear picked it up in its jaws and meandered back out of the village. The glow faded and Aiden visibly relaxed, as did Havan, who dropped the spear and ran to embrace his son.
Aiden, the priests had taken no time at all to decide, was clearly chosen by Benvolrr, gifted with Hernespeak. They declared that when he was old enough at 19 he would be accepted as a novice and train in the monastery.
Well, thought Havan, That gives me three more years with him at least. He was at the Altar now. He felt the feeling of being watched, but not in a frightening, behind-your-back way, more like having all eyes on you when addressing the village council. He placed the Bowl and the Vase on the Altar and practically ran down the hill. As he did he swore he heard a chuckle amongst the rustling leaves.
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How exactly is luck a skill?
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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted May 17, 2008 12:56 AM |
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It's two PM. A troubled little boy lies down in a small room. He bathes in his own sweat, whispering and talking words of madness. He's born as the second oldest son of the emperor of the eastern empires. Like it was for generations, this one was born blind... Doomed by this fate he spends evry second he's asleep with the one who sees all. Most things he sees or hears don't make any sense. He will probably suffer from a mental psychosis by the time he turns eightteen. But now, he's young and still very much resilient against the power of the white-cloaked man...
That morning he woke up like every morning, tired, screaming and afraid. He then had to go to the ruler and tell about his visions. He doesn't realise that, because of this, he allows the dark white-cloaked man to get control over him. He told about an atheist who knows how to change the face of the earth.
The emperor sensed a threat in this and forced the boy further into sleep and visions...
Meanwhile, the white-cloaked man whispers things that will prevent the invention of something that even the gods should fear...
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Keksimaton
Promising
Supreme Hero
Talk to the hand
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posted May 17, 2008 10:25 PM |
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In a cosmic relam there is a cosmic library where a cosmic being lives with all of his cosmic books written by himself and other cosmic beings.
Garrdonius, the god of lesser deities was doing his routine inspection over his library, to see if everyhting is in its correct place and everything is there.
"Why do I even bother to check this huge library every now and then? It's not like someone could just come in here and steal one of my books," Garrdonius thought aloud by himself unaware of the shock that was on its way to him. "Do I lack things to do in here? If thats the fact then I hope that something would come along to make things more intere...?" Garrdonius mumbled as he came to a shelf with an empty space.
Garrdonius has memorized every single book in his library and knows exactly where they are supposed to be and he usually keeps his head cool even if he has misplaced one of his books, but this time it is different. Garrdonius knew that he hadn't touched the missing book since he read it the first time a very long time ago. The book wasn't just any book, it was a book written by the creator(s) itself. Garrdonius went even paler than he already is and many different thoughts rushed into his mind:
"This isn't possible how could someone have taken that book?"
"When I catch whatever took that book I'll make see to it that it will get what it deserves!"
"The knowledge in that book could lead everything into chaos."
"This is all my fault. I should have put the possible 'chaos-making books' in a safer place instead of placing them alphabetically for everyones ease of use even though I get from few to none visitors in here."
"Pull yourself together and start making things right or are you the god of lesser deities or the god of lesser deities?"
Even though Garrdonius was shocked, angered and horrified of the missing book, he was rather pleased. "Looks like I got what I wished for," Garrdonius said as he sealed the library and zapped himself to the mortal relam where most of the other gods reside. Sneering arrogantly he said: "Time to meddle in other peoples affairs."
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Noone shall pass, but no one besides him shall pass.
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Mytical
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted May 18, 2008 06:16 AM |
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Fawn was racing through the forest in one of her favorite forms, that of a albino doe. She loved frolicking and playing in the dew moistened foliage, and feeling the wind whistle past her. As one of her faster and more nimble forms she could twist and turn through the forest with blinding speed.
Everything in the forest she passed whispered their greetings to her, relishing her presence and pure joy. As she raced the voices become fewer and fewer, but she was too caught up in the thrill to notice. At least..until the voices stopped. Skidding to a stop she looked around, and realized she had left the forests protection. Frantic she looked around, and located the shelter of the trees.
Outside of the forest she was weakened, and vulnerable, she rushed toward the forest at full speed. That is why she could not stop or dodge as the ground rose up under her. She was caught in a net! As she struggled and fought something came up behind her, and all went dark.
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Message received.
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Korejora
Promising
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posted May 18, 2008 12:27 PM |
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(Mytical, if you don't want me to involve your character, go ahead and tell me and I will change this.)
The hunter brought his quarry victoriously to the centre of the field and raised his sword high, indicating his triumph and attracting the attention of his god. To his surprise, the god was already there waiting for him, having fully predicted his intentions. Unfortunately, the god did not appear to be all that impressed.
"A doe," the child said rather unceremoniously.
"Not just any doe," the hunter announced proudly. "This is a goddess, Your Eminence. A might quarry indeed."
"A doe," the child reemphasized.
"No... you see... she's--"
"--a doe," the child stated once more. "Maybe she's a goddess in the forest, but out here, she's just a deer," it said. "Take her back into the forest, and fight her there, and if you should then be victorious, I will more seriously consider granting you a boon."
"Yes, Great One," the man said like a reprimanded juvenile. Once the god had vanished from his sight (no doubt to patronizingly inspect the handiwork of some other warrior) he released the white doe, muttering about being demanded the impossible. How was he supposed to defeat a goddess? He had thought that he had cleverly and fairly outsmarted her, but clearly he hadn't gained any favour. There was no way he could win a fair fight.
He realized suddenly that the goddess might also be rather angry with him for treating her so. Too late now, however. He already released her. Ooooops.
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That's the best part. 
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drakath
Tavern Dweller
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posted May 18, 2008 02:14 PM |
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Edited by drakath at 19:34, 18 May 2008.
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Sun rises above Silverlight Castle. Ariedor takes his human form and he hears something.
"Who is knocking at the castle gate?" asked Ariedor. "How can somebody be outside the castle, if the castle is floating above the sky?"
Ariedor looks through the window and he sees a human. Ariedor opens the gate and he recognise that man as Casavir. The god asks the inquisitor:
"Since when humans can fly?"
"They don't."
"So how did you come here?"
"A portal opened near Sunflame village. It took me here."
"I don't see any portal here."
"It's there!" Casavir showed the god where the portal opened. Ariedor was scared by this event. If portals open in all the world, this would be very bad. Some evil gods could use it to their advantage to enter the castle.
"Do you know how the portal opened?" asked Ariedor.
"No, I don't."
"Go back to Sunflame village. When you arrive there, cast Dispel on the portal."
"Yes, master."
Casavir went through the portal. Suddenly everything changed. Instead of a silver castle, near him is a small village. Casavir casts Dispel on the portal. In the same time, Ariedor hit the portal with one of his swords. The portal closed.
"I must go to the mortal world. Something bad is happening."
Ariedor opened go to the Ancestral Gate and he activated it. He went through it. He entered the mortal world. He is in the building of The Order of Paladins...
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bixie
Promising
Legendary Hero
my common sense is tingling!
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posted May 18, 2008 07:56 PM |
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"Master!"
"Wha---?"
Isonade dripped water onto Kamisani's head, walking him up after he was "Searching for inspiration" which his eyes closed.
"he's coming back!"
"What!"
"He must have heard the news about Fawn being kidnapped!"
"What?!"
"Or he might have heard about Sam--- of that snake dude stirring up trouble."
"This changes everything!" muttered Kamisani, "Fawn doesn't get captured, something always comes her way to rescue her. Sod the tortoise, this is more important, I'm going to Fawn's forest. Isonade, get Kyubi, Nekomata and Rokubi to help you stall Ariedor, and get that fool Gobi to contact Keif. we need a lot of gods on his good list to persuade him to go back!"
"What happens if we fail?"
"Towns will burn, cities, entire empires until he finds the source of evil and stamps it out." Kamisani scratch his head, "he has a tendency to go overboard in his smiting. he's new to the game and in charge of a lot, its like giving a kid an army to play like toy soldiers, we need to keep an eye on things."
"Why?"
"You were asleep when it happened, but in his first series of smitings, he managed to wiped out a lot of former major gods power, leaving them as nothing more than tiny memories, and got himself alot of unwanted attention." Kamisani quickly drew himself a door with his brush. "If he comes down to the mortal world, he's going to be in a lot of trouble, and if he gets too stressed... its going to be one hell of a ride!"
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Love, Laugh, Learn, Live.
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Cepheus
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Far-flung Keeper
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posted May 18, 2008 08:14 PM |
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(Sorry, I couldn't help but write a damn novel  )
The star-studded heavens loomed down upon the bleak plains as Morlis traversed the land at speed, running faster than the sound of his own footsteps. Dressed in gear as black as the obsidian dagger he gripped, he sprinted across the uninviting land towards the last of the plainspires - the inviting dominion of priests doomed to worship a fictional, forgotten old creature of some description.
His prize was soon to be the Aether Stone, a bounty they'd truly enjoy. The trinkets of the old deities were rising in value during these godless days, and Morlis was well aware of the vast fortunes this pebble would herald. A typical ambition, for a typical thief, quickly hurtling towards a typical end.
Morlis crept through the uninhabited passageways of the bulky, ominous structure. "What the hell is this?" he wondered, fearful of the lack of any guards in this trove of wonders. Nothing could dissuade him, but he wasn't about to let his guard down. He couldn't help but wonder why none of the people he'd encountered had explained why nobody dwelled here. Then again, it's somewhat hard to offer explanations when a black dagger's being plunged into your internal organs.
About ten minutes of paranoid, stealthy stalking through the broad-based spire eventually brought him to the main altar. The place was still silent as ever, with no trace of life within other than the complete lack of dust or dirt - something was keeping this place pristine, and it wasn't the acolytes. Clearly they were elsewhere - if they'd ever existed in the first place.
There it was: the stone was rough-cut, apart from the base, which was delicate and flat, gleaming as would untarnished marble. It sat upon a small altar in the secluded chamber midway up the spire's stairs, seemingly placed there in plain view. Bait? A trap? Morlis didn't truly give a damn. He snatched it from the small stone altar, examining it. The stone resonated a mild hum, and appeared to glow faintly with bright, blue colours. An odd glyph had been carved into its face.
A voice as smooth as the stone's pristine surface suddenly penetrated the silence of the hallways. "I don't recall inviting you," it addressed Morlis, who was taken aback. He jumped and spun around to face whatever it was that had spoken.
"What are you, a priest?" snorted Morlis. The individual before him was tall, quite tall indeed, and wrapped in many layers of clothing. The thief couldn't see a face, though the voice had been clear and sharp, unhindered by its garb. It stood there, menacingly, and took a step forwards.
"Not quite. But I'm a believer," it responded, and threw back its hood to reveal two eyes peering out of an otherwise cloaked face. They glimmered with a teal glow, and a faint crackling - a distortion in the air - became quickly tangible.
"The stone," he said - or at least that's what Morlis assumed, for the creature before him had no mouth, just... black energy, wrapped in robes and a shimmering cloak of cosmic force.
All of a sudden, Morlis sensed peril. "I don't understand..." he stammered, his dagger in hand. "This place is uninhabited. What are you going to do, call on the walls for help?" A rush of adrenaline surged through him, as usual. He could take on this... thing. Larger creatures, though frightful, had never dissuaded him before.
"I've warned you once, thief. Drop the stone and begone. Don't test me again, or your bounty will not smell so sweet."
Morlis feigned obedience, placing the stone back down at speed. As soon as he'd slammed it down onto the altar, he wrenched the obsidian dagger from his sleeve and rushed at the enemy. The tip of the weapon came within an inch of the stranger's apparel before Morlis found himself totally constricted, incapable of movement. A strange sensation. The being had this petty robber at its mercy.
"Suffering doesn't appeal to me, but justice warrants it tonight. For I am the master of this house, and you've disrespected my ways," emanated the voice of the believer. And with that, Morlis's last conscious action was one of realisation - the realisation that he had faced Aetherann himself. And with that, a grimace of terror upon his face, he fell to the temple floor and knew no more.
Aetherann stood, musing to himself. "I suppose the others will want you for a sunbeam," he muttered, and made his way back up the spire's last few hundred stairs to the point of Ascent.
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"Those who forget their history are inevitably doomed to repeat it." —Proverb, Might and Magic VIII
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Darkshadow
Legendary Hero
Cerise Princess
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posted May 18, 2008 09:34 PM |
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The Death lord Shadow was walking in his endless graveyards, Thinking where to bring plague next.Then his messenger arrives:
"Sir! The faithless Conflux is marching to Dreadlands"
"Conflux...Tell our followers to hide in the mountains.The faithless will suffer for their threachery"
By that he meant the alliance between Conflux and Death during the wars.The messenger leaves and The death thinks:
"Oh boy, I have my hands full of Nature scum and now this..."
He leaves to the library and searches for his portal scroll, when he finds it he opens a portal and summons Lich commander
"Gather all Spies inside the Naturalists and tell them to start a revolt, we must move quickly"
After the lich leaves Shadow goes to find more Plague potions...
(Sorry, It might been bad but I was in a hurry).
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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted May 19, 2008 01:00 AM |
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The boy had a few excruciating days of sleepwaking and wakesleeping. He was a blunt, urefined instrument used by the white-cloak, but he had no time to care for the boy's health. The atheist scientist had to be found...
The misguided emperor listened to his dark muttering...
He heard a name and a location. "Theor Must at Maksar" the boy groaned through the magic seizures caused by the overdose of magic flowing thrugh his veins... Soldiers were sent with whitecloak-guardsmen. The elite of the eastern empire...
"Soon, I can finally dictate fate as I see fit..." The all-seeing one thought. He knew that he would be able to reverse his growing dementia, if he had the scientist's machine...
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If you have any more questions, go to Dagoth Cares.
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Mytical
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted May 19, 2008 06:17 AM |
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Released from the net the doe changed into a warrior woman. Any mortal that dared capture her deserved no mercy, and just as she was about to strike the fool down..she stopped. No, something else was behind this, and it was not meant for her. It was after her husband, and she would have to go warn him. First, she'd have to teach the mortal a lesson.
As she turned to walk away the mortal was relieved, he was sure she was about to kill him. He let down his guard, and was unprepaired as vines and roots shot out from all over. They would not kill him, for he followed another god, but he would never even consider going into a forest again. Ever.
Only other gods would dare to attack her and her mate, and she knows it was not the one that commanded their follower to free them. She would have to go into the mountains. She would be powerless there, but she would have to find her mate and warn him. He would have sensed her being captured, but since she could not feel him, not her release. Worse, she would have to lie low until they found out what was happening.
Calling apon a few of her human followers, she gathered for a stealthy trip to the mountains. She'd have to cloak herself. Unfortunately for now that would mean her mate would think her still captive. Whoever or whatever was after her would probably be able to sense her if not, however. They would try to use her as bait, and she was nobody's bait.
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Message received.
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drakath
Tavern Dweller
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posted May 19, 2008 10:54 AM |
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Ariedor went to the stables and he told Stephan to give him a horse. Ariedor leaves for the forest. He sees Nienor.
"Nienor! I am Ariedor! Come here!"
Nienor approached the god.
"Someone need's help! Some vines entagled a hunter."
"I think Fawn commanded those vines to entagle him. She will be mad, if she hears that I helped him."
"Help! Help!" the hunter shouted.
Ariedor approaches the hunter. He casts the spell Firebolt on the vines. The vines started to burn. Nienor shots a flaming arrow on the tree, whose roots entagled the hunter. The tree burns and falls. Ariedor casts Icebolt on the fire. The hunter is now free.
"Thanks for freeing me." said the hunter.
"Why did Fawn told the roots to entagle you?"
"She felt in my trap."
"So you captured the godess?"
"Yes, and after that I freed her at the command of my god, Kyolere."
"Now I understand. I am Ariedor, if you want to know."
"Thanks, Ariedor."
The hunter run to not meet Fawn again.
"Ariedor. I have something to say to you. I have found something very important."
"Take this cristal, Nienor. It will open a portal for you and tell Casavir, Stephan and Kaelyn to come at your castle, this night."
"Thanks, master!"
Ariedor returned to Silverlight castle to wait for the arrival of the others."
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Keksimaton
Promising
Supreme Hero
Talk to the hand
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posted May 19, 2008 02:28 PM |
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"Seems that my library isn't the only thing that hasn't changed much over the hundreds of years," Garrdonius said as he looked down upon the vast landscape from the top of a mountain.
Beginning to climb down the mountain Garrdonius pondered: "Where should I start my search?" Lucky for him, he knew a great source of information: Kamisani, the god of storytelling, literature and falling asleep in the sun with a book on your face to wake up to find you are five minutes late for an important appointment. With Kamisani being such a god with his nine helpers, he is most likely extremely aware of everything that happens in the mortal relam. The only problem was that Kamisani is a wanderer and therefore he would be very hard to find, but Garrdonius has his ways of locating individuals.
Garrdonius saw a flock of birds flying above him. Reaching out for them with a spectral hand extending from his physical hand, he grabbed one of them, pulled the unharmed bird down and wrote a letter saying:
I'm in need of information.
You know where to find me.
-Garrdonius
After giving the bird instructions Garrdonius went to the ruined temple of the forgotten gods to wait.
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Noone shall pass, but no one besides him shall pass.
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Geny
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
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posted May 19, 2008 08:55 PM |
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Florian was running as fast as he could to the town square. He was cursing the god Kamisani for making him fall asleep in the sun with a book on his face and now he was late for a very important meeting - the marriage of Norda and Velero, that was supposed to be the biggest party his town has seen in the last ten years. As he finally got to the town square and stopped to catch his breath and look around, his face showed great dissapointment for the party, was not anything out of ordinary. After he congratulated the newly married couple he wandered around a bit and saw the mayor put a big jug of wine in front of a simple stone in the corner of the town square. As Florian kept searching for something interesting to do he thought he saw a dark-haired man he never saw before pass by in the direction of the stone, but the memory of him faded instantly as there was nothing special to remember him by.
Suddenly, Florian heard a burst of laughter coming from one side of the square and a second later another one - from the opposite side. The feeling of joy and happiness filled the town square. Wine was flowing like a river, half of the people began to dance while the other half sang the local songs. And everywhere the fun was there was also a simple dark haired guy, pouring more wine, starting a dance, reminding the forgotten lines and always laughing. A guy that was always welcomed by the partying people but just as always forgotten the second he left their sight. Florian ran back to the stone he saw earlier and noticed that the jug was gone. A thought flashed through his mind: "It's him! Keif has blessed our party with his presence!", but that thought was soon lost in the feeling of pure happiness as he grabbed a glass of wine with one hand and a sweet looking girl with the other and joined the dance.
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DON'T BE A NOOB, JOIN A.D.V.E.N.T.U.R.E.
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Korejora
Promising
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posted May 19, 2008 09:16 PM |
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The hunter ran as fast as he could, not wanting to be anywhere near the forest. As he ran he noticed a small child wandering into the forest... no... could it be? But he didn't dare approach the forest again. And if Kyolere wanted to go into the forest, could the forest really stop it?
The little child ambled on into the forest, one finger at the mouth in that curious pose that children take, eyes searching around constantly, marveling at the many colours and shades of the trees and plants and the sounds and movements of the animals. Of course, Kyolere had seen this forest and every other forest thousands of times, but it was different every time. Some trees were thrice their size of last time; some trees were not standing anymore at all. Certainly the animals were different.
The child reached up as if to be picked up, and a large tree moved slightly, as if to do so. However, as it seemed to consider it, it changed its mind and did not do so. Kyolere was disappointed. Perhaps the trees would not accommodate more than one god at a time, and its aiding this one was prevented by the presence of the goddess Fawn? Trying again, but yielding similar results, the child began to cry, saddened that the tree could or would not help.
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That's the best part.
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DagothGares
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
No gods or kings
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posted May 19, 2008 11:59 PM |
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The vigilant one was in a cold, dark, forsaken room. He always isolated himself when he was about to have a spark of insanity (one of the benefits of being all-seeing was that he knew when he was about to have an attack of dementia)... He screamed and howled like a god who just crawled out of the cosmic egg... Flashes of his waning power came out and scorched the dark walls of the room and filled the air with sulphur... The boy who still was in direct contact with him also had a seizure... This took hours... After the vigilant regained his memories, he came out of the room. "I have to get that invention or I will be killed by some spirit ready to take my place..."
He called for some of his closest followers to investigate Maksar. The white-cloak priests and eastern empire soldiers should be able to obtain the artifact... At least it offered the best odds given by his ability...
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baklava
Honorable
Legendary Hero
Mostly harmless
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posted May 20, 2008 08:09 PM |
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Wind was howling wildly through the pitch-black hallways stretching as labyrinths beneath the mountain. It was apparently not of the natural sort - it swirled around endlessly tall pillars supporting the dome, screamed and shivered as it moved, jumped upwards, flew downwards, looking like an arrow forged of dark and purple haze, thrusting mercilessly but with little effort toward its destination. It corrupted the moist cave air around it, seemingly cutting it and dragging it inside it. It went forward, almost endlessly, through the chaotic passages, seeming completely familiar with the stone walls and crypts everywhere around it. Finally it came to a massive, barred object of ancient metal - a gateway. It went right into it without a moment of stopping, and the huge door opened like a music box. The chamber behind the gate was lit with torches - countless torches, and skull-shaped braziers, that left the area under a wavering stream of fiery, orange light. But the light didn't render the surroundings clearer, on the contrary - all those fires only created more shadows; dancing across the walls, crawling on the floor, and lurking above the large, black, gothic altar of onyx and cobalt placed in the center of the chamber. Upon the altar itself, amidst the immaterial shades, laid a girl of no more than fifteen years in an azure blue robe, silent in her fear, her eyes widened in terror, seemingly unable to move as the wind engulfed her and wildly, yet with deadly precision, entered her body through her mouth. After the first few seconds of shock, the girl looked confused, then suddenly calm, and then she took the curved ceremonial dagger that laid beside her, smiled gently and stabbed herself in the stomach. All the fires turned off, blood poured from the girl's eyes and, after a few seconds of trembling, the ritual was over.
The braziers lit again, but now with an eerie, magic green light. They revealed that the girl's dress was dripping in blood, the azure color almost completely being turned into purple. The shades disappeared, and instead, a single, larger shape arose from behind the altar. It was tall as three regular men, muscular, with long, sharp fingernails and even longer black hair falling across its shoulders and covering its face, showing only two yellow eyes staring from beneath it. The lower body, from the waist down, was completely serpentine, a scaly snake tail replacing the legs and lower belly. Black bracelets of an unknown magic material engulfed his arms, as if they were a constant part of him; they looked quite unusual, engraved with runes far different than the ones found on the walls of the Halls.
The figure looked around calmly, and saw hundreds of men clad in dark purple capes kneeling in awe all across the Hall. It slowly rose its head and, quietly, as if it had not told a word in ages, said:
"Armor. Axe. Crown."
Several cultists quickly jumped on their feet and hurriedly walked off somewhere. Others remained kneeling in silence. As if they didn't exist, the shape bent over the altar and kissed the dead girl's lips, covered in blood.
Then the snake-man whispered, in a strangely human voice, with an indefinite accent involving a longer, serpentine pronounciation of "s".
"Next time, we do it at your place."
It rose again, and saw the cultists return with a black, onyx armor and a double-edged axe made of the same material, enchanted with fine runes and emanating an aura of dread from inside it. They also brought a long, silk, purple cape and a large helmet with a cobalt crown merged on its top.
Zual-Dhar put on the crown-helm, spread his arms and turned to his followers.
"After all the ages... Still the blood is strong within you, sons of Tharri. In time of your grandfathers' grandfathers, these were your lands, your ancestors built these halls that you have now awoken me in. I was not wrong in choosing to lead your people to glory; and glorious it shall be again. Stormclouds will gather and swords will clash, and blood shall spill, and children will cry. And above the piles of slaughtered adversaries, you shall raise my banner, Serpent-People of the Days of Twilight, and you shall rule over mortals, by my side, to the end times and beyond... Such is my reward, and such is my justice."
There was much dark rejoicing among the cultists. They clashed their knives and sickles and yelled, as one:
"ZUAL-DHAR! ZUAL-DHAR! ZUAL-DHAR!"
Zual-Dhar pointed his finger to an especially elder cultist, who seemed to be the master of the sect.
"Speak to me, mortal."
"My... my lord," the cultist said, with unlimited respect and fear, "we bid thee welcome to thy realms. May your path be glorious, and your vengeance complete."
"Your words amuse me, old man. What name do you go by?"
"I am called High Inquisitor Moralys, my lord... The leader of the sect of the Sorcerer-Priests. I am but an unworthy servant who did his best to organize this group of believers into a magic force fit to awaken you, and I pledge myself to thy every whim."
"Well met, Moralys. You shall continue leading the sect, and you shall have my blessings. Serve me well, and you will bathe in glory. Fail me, and you will regret the day you awakened me."
"Serving you, and speaking to you, is reward enough, my lord..."
"Is there anything in this or any other world as simple and beautiful as mortal faith?" the god whispered to himself, and allowed himself a short laugh. Then he fell serious again. "I thirst for sacrifices, Moralys. I need to feast before I look to the changes that ages brought to this world during my slumber. Go now, raid, capture, enslave, I do not care. I want the Fell Halls drowned in blood again."
"Your will be done, my lord" Moralys replied obediently.
"Aye. My will be done."
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drakath
Tavern Dweller
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posted May 20, 2008 09:03 PM |
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Edited by drakath at 20:58, 21 May 2008.
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At Silverlight castle, Nienor and the others arrived. The gates open. They walk through the corridors and they enter a conference hall.
"Now that you arrived, what do you wanted to say, Nienor?"
"I had found this, Ariedor!"
And Nienor shows the god a beatifull red stone.
"It looks very familiar! I remeber now! This is the Cristal of Eternal Fire. It contains very powerfull fire magic."
"Yes and it can be used to create a weapon powerfull enough to destroy some villages without using it's full power" said Kaelyn.
"Kaelyn, I am the protector of life, not the destroyer."
"But we may used it to protect our land."
"A good idea, but it's not worth taking the risk."
"I found something usefull in the library. A book says that collecting all elemental cristals and a silver sword made by the creators, we may create a sword powerfull enough to defeat every foe."
"Powerfull indead" said Ariedor. "Now, Nienor, give me the cristal."
"Yes, master."
"Now you may return to your homes. I need to find the location of a library where Gardonius lives."
Everyone left, only Ariedor went to the Ancestral gate.
"Now what was the combination for that cosmic library?"
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King_Nikolai
Known Hero
with plans of Rebirth!
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posted May 20, 2008 09:27 PM |
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Ariethalas awoke from the midst of his dreams. He felt nervous and he was breathing heavily. As soon as he had checked that no one except him was in the shrine, he tried to remember the last phase of the dream which had awakened him, but to no use.
He tried to get contact with any other of the demigods, but they did not respond, and so Ariethalas resumed his thoughts about his dream. He knew that he had seen some kind of stone, and he had felt an enourmous power from it. Yes, his memory was regaining. It was when he had touched the stone that he had awakened. It seemed as if Arie wished him to do something, but the ways of the godess was always unclear. The only sure thing was that he had to talk to the Ariean elder in Kanyn.
After sealing off the shrine to ensure it's safety, Ariethalas begun his journey. Too young and foolish to sense that he was followed.
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