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SirDunco
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posted February 09, 2002 06:52 PM |
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Between the cities of Nuran and Grooth
...an oldman wiht a necklace on his neck is walking down the road to Grooth. His necklace shows and elf with a crown on his head and a bow in his hands. The other side shows a rider with a hood on his face who looks like an elf.
He has a bow and arrows and a sword on his side.
The oldman is walking and he comes to where the road borderes the forest. He sits down and begins to eat his lunch. Then suddenly two drows jump out from the trees and attack him
"Give me your necklace!" The first one screechs
"For what?"The old man asks
"Just give it!" Replies the other drow.
The man begins to take in off when hoofs are heard. Out come 6 elves and one human each on a horse.
"Stop. Right there."The human yells
But the drows with the necklace in their hands. Begin to flee, so the elf who is in the front of the group and another one fire two arrows...
...the arrows hit the drows who hit the ground dead. The riders get off their horses and come to the old man.
"Who are you?" The old man asks?
"I,"Says the leader"Am Sir Dunco. This is Ronant.,"He points to the other elf who shot the other arrow,"This is Montrion, there is Frund, in the back are Zerion and Biurt. And this,"He points to the human"is Vilenith.May i ask who are you?"
"I am Hoor Frostsen.",The old man replies,"Thank you for saving me."
"No problem"Montrion says.
"I want yo to have the necklace they tryed to take. It has caused enough trouble. Well I must go now to see my son. Thank you again Sirs." The man gaterhs up his things and leaves.
Sir Dunco takes the neckalce and puts it around his neck.
"Wonder what it is."Vilenith says
"We can see that later, but we must hurry now."Ronant says
They mount their horse and leave.
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Conn
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God slayer
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posted February 10, 2002 01:39 PM |
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“Lygrin, position the new troops on the backside of that hill. Put the young medusas besides the trees by the camp. It is time they prove themselves. The minotaurs will stay with me. If any of you…” he broke speech as he saw a shadow moving through the bushes. Using hand signals, he dispatched two minotaurs in front and behind the shadow.
“Hobbit, get out of the bushes, he said, my troops have surrounded you. I wish you no harm, but f you are a spy for the warlock, better kill yourself now.”
“I am no spy, said the hobbit, but who are you to think you can give me orders?”
“I am king of this land. And that gives me any right I want”
“No one is the king of hobbits, unless they agree.”
The hobbit had come out of the bush, an was facing Conn. His face showed no fear, but more of a puzzle, as to who this tall man might be. He didn't believe him about being king.
“And who might you be, who face me with no fear?” asked Conn.
“I am a paladin. I was captured by someone whom I do not know, and found this camp as I was making my escape.”
“Well, you have stumbled upon the camp of a warlock. We are preparing to attack it. But I don’t know what to do with you.”
“I can fight as well as anyone, replied the hobbit, just give me a weapon.”
“Very well, I will give you my own dagger. But, you are on your own once we attack.”
He took out his dagger and handed it to the hobbit. It was a long Zuagir knife, with a straight, but sturdy blade. The hobbit took it without a word.
“Very well, said Conn, let’s get back to our business. Dargoth reports that the warlock has an army of mercenaries. I have already pointed out where the guards are. Let’s go!. Remember Lygrin, when the attack starts, I want all your medusas to hiss as loud as they can. I want that son of a she-goat to think he is being attacked by all the medusas in the world. Everybody understood?”
Since nobody had any questions, Conn gave the orders to get into position.
“Where is that stupid oxen?” the warlock was raging.
“I..I…I am sorry, sir. We have not seen him since yesterday. The guards report that he told them he was going to spy out his old employer and….”
“You want me?” suddenly a voice startled everyone. “Here I am you excrement of a sand-worm! Come here and take me!”
Dargoth was on top of the hill, his mighty axe held with both hands, and in his eyes red fury.
“You fool! You dare betray me! Kill him, you idiots!” the warlock had lost his composure, unused to being talked to like that.
“Curse your temper, Dargoth!” mumbled Conn beneath his breath before giving the attack command.
Suddenly, the sky filled with black feathers. The mercenaries found out with surprise that the feathers had a metal tip, and many of them fell before being able to take cover. The air filled with loud hisses, and, with a wild howl, the minotaurs attacked. The battle was short but intense. The heavy axes clove through armor and bones. The barbarian was wielding a wall of steel, and his blade had already bitten deep into three enemies. A mercenary saw the hobbit, and, thinking he was easy pray, tried o catch him with bare hands. A fraction of a second later he realized that he had made a mistake, just as he caught a sharp knife through his guts. The hobbit did not poses the strength of the barbarian, but his blows were perfectly aimed, and none of his enemies knew from which direction they had received the sweet kiss of death. When the battle ended Conn looked around him, and saw Dargoth standing beside the body of the warlock. His axe was still implanted in the warlock’s chest…
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Slava14
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posted February 10, 2002 04:04 PM |
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After the battle...
"There's more to you than it seems" said the Barbarian.
"Isn't it always?" was Paddin's reply.
"Do you know who was that?" asked the hobbit.
"Yes... the trouble of these lands... a warlock"
"Hmm... I never knew that there are hobbits around here!. It was good for you that I have seen some in my travels, else I could of think you're some of the warlock's creeps" exclamated Conn.
"I never heard of a king to rule the 'kingdom'... I nevrer heard there is a kingdom... thought we were outcasts here. That makes us even!" said Paladin with a slight smile on his face.
Coon was surprised "'We were'? That means you're not the only hobbit here?!".
"Of course... we have a village... we call it The Village" explained Paddin "we have lived there for ages..."
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Oldtimer
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posted February 10, 2002 11:09 PM |
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...by Lith's camp...
An Elvin warrior emerges from the wood. Silently he approaches the small camp of former friends. He seems disheveled but closer examination would reveal that his costume was created for greatest stealth and silence. He has trained his entire long life to disappear in the wood, and now the forests are a part of him. He reaches his position of choice and pulls back his hood. Half of his face is gone along with his right ear. Where his eye once was, a multifaceted ruby has taken its place. His enhanced vision pierces all illusion and magics. He takes out his ancient bow…
Draws upon an old friend…
<THWACKK!>
A black plume of feathers erupts from Lith’s back.
“I will not kill you now “old friend”,” the elf whispers to himself, “No, I choose to let you suffer, as you let me suffer. You should have never sacrificed me to that witch. It was wrong to choose a lost love over a boon companion. I would have followed you. I would have called you king. Now I leave you to track the betrayer.”
The elf disappears into the forests.
Lith companions see to his care and search for the unseen ambusher. With all their powers and tracking ability all they can sense is the forest. And the only clue that they find is a greenleaf that doesn’t belong in these woods.
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"Zzzz...Zzzz...Zzzz..."
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wizardboy
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Look ma!..a glowing ball...
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posted February 11, 2002 03:57 PM |
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....as Katrina left the part of the three men she hid herself out of sight to look at her catch of the day....in one of her pocket is a sack that will produce unlimited amount of gold and the other a round shaped object...she put her hands in her pocket to see what she had picked from Wiz....to her shock and fear it's the same ring that she had the dream about....she didn't know what to do...but a ring of such craftmanships must be quite valuble even sold to some cheap nobles...well what need of her for money now that she has a sack of endless gold...she minght as well keep the ring...for now....
two days later....
Wiz and Gordan are once again on the roads after one day of rest at the city...and news of restles counts and dukes are gaining more military power to take on the lesser nobles...as fight for power running through Wiz's mind a band of goblins and orcs appeared from the bushes armed to the teeth...
"Give me your gold or your lives" said teh goblin who seem to be in charge
"i'll give u...."as Wiz channel energy to summon air elementals he realise he ring is missing, he kept staring at his empty fingers as the band of the mixed creatures approaches...
"i guess it's my job to finish these pests now...oh well at least it's better then nothing" said Gordan as he pulls a massive two-handed swor from his back and start charging and hacking goblins and orc to pieces..." as much as i hate goblins i hate slaughtering them....but god will forgive me won't u say Wiz"..."Wiz?""are u okay??" as he turned to his dumbfounded companion
"my..my ring..."he finally managed to speak out
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Romana
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Thx :D
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posted February 11, 2002 08:52 PM |
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Somewhere in a high tree top Gea is sitting sobbing away..
- I never get to fight anyone
here I am..a perfectly good warrior and all I'm allowed to do is wait for Romana to give me a signal..
Suddenly she catches wind of something sinister
-this is not good...I better go back and check on her
While the little faerie flies through the trees ..she sees a shade quickly dissappearing
Then she feels Romana building up her healing power and quickly rushes to see what is happening!
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Lith-Maethor
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Legendary Hero
paid in Coin and Cleavage
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posted February 11, 2002 09:16 PM |
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[in the woods]
...Lith is on his knees and seems to be in great pain, Knightmare appraches him and grabs the black feathered arrow...
- this is going to hurt, Elf...
...pulls the arrow out of Lith's back and blood starts gushing out, Romana moves closer but as soon as she tries to heal the Elf, his wound is already closed, he raises his head and they can see his eyes flash black... Breg searches the area but he can only sense the company and a couple of animals passing by...
- whoever it was, he is gone, no way to track him down...
- or her, you overgrown cat, or her...
- er... yeah Vaho, whatever...
...Romana seems buffled, as do the rest of the company, nobody realises Gea is back with them, Cirion looks worried, takes the valuable cargo in his hands and prompts the rest to pack their things, whoever hired that assasin must be after the cargo, in a few minutes, the Five and the duo are wealking through the woods, the pack is slowly following them...
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SirDunco
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posted February 11, 2002 10:58 PM |
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After weeks of travle the group finally reaches Seren...
The Seven walk throught the gates and start looking around.
"Nice place here."Montrion comments"Certainly busy.But how will we find this Lith character here?"
"He is not here. That's for sure. I know he came through here. All we have to do is know when and where did he go." Vilenith answeres.
"So what are we waiting for?" Ronant asks and rushes into the first tavern he sees.
The group follows him. But when they get in Vilenith grabs him and drags him outside.
"This is no time for drinking." He says "First we shall go to the port". He adds.
The group goes through the city until thet reach the waters of the sea and infront of them a huge port opens up.
"Shall we start?" Sir Dunco asks.
The group walks and stops at the first boat rental. Ask about Lith and describe him, but nothing. They do this at the second, third, fourth, fifth ect. but nothing. Finally at the last and shabiest one they ask the man with glowing red eyes.
"I saw a character like that. A couple of week and he went up north. Shall you want a boat?" He asks
"Sure." Sir Dunco says "How much?"
"How about i trade this boat for that necklace of yours?" The man asks
"Hmm...what would you do with this?" Sir Dunco asks
"Oh many things..." His voice then starts to change into deeper "There are many possibilities. now give me that necklace!" And he streches out his bony hand
"And what if I don?" Sir Dunco asks
"Then you shall pay you foolish, elf! Even if you escape me you cant escape us!" At these words clouds come and out of nowhere comes a thunder which lands infront of his feet.
The group turns and walk away. They go to the rental which they saw the first rent a boat. Montrion runs of to get supllies and back he comes in a while. They board the boat and set off north seeking Lith-Maethor
"Do you think it is safe to trust him? Sir Dunco ask Vilenith.
"He wasn't lying that's for sure or I would know. Let's just go and forget about that fool.
The man with the red eyes goes inside of a shack and writes a message:
"They are comming. They shall be there soon.
Don't mess up like you did with Lith-Maethor."
He rolls is up an attaches it to a pigeons leg and let's it fly.
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wizardboy
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Look ma!..a glowing ball...
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posted February 12, 2002 06:24 AM |
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at the bottom of the tower....
for the past week they had spend their time on the roads and day by day Wiz is losing himself as he is trying to get a grip of what had happened back at the city where they got their steeds...
Wiz said nothing for the remaining of the trip he kept himself isolated form the others as he think back what had happened and trying to him speak and eat was impossible(the latter proved harder as the other two had being trying everyday to make Wiz eat and are glad now that the trip is coming to an end..)
at the bottom of the tower....
"why did u make me take the roads" Wiz spke to no on e in particular as he stares at the great tower where he once learned in the arcane arts "u knew what's goinig to happen, u brought me there to get my ring stolen didn't u?", "who's behind all these?"
the boy only looked at him but said nothing and Wiz avoided eye contact with the boy...
"Whoa hang on a second man," gordan interrupted " no one directed no one to steal your ring", it might of happened by chance and besides u did say that u knew that lady somewhere...u might c her again..."
Wiz turned from looking at the tower to Gordan and thought to himself. He is right. This boy couldn't have deliberately have his ring stolen and the thought of anyone pulling the strings of this boy seem to be impossible. Maybe it WAS by chance that his ring was stolen...
"Come now, Let's go in, i m sure the old man has been waiting anxiously...."
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Oldtimer
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posted February 12, 2002 08:07 PM |
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...at the Tower of the Magi...
A shimmering vortex opens before Wizardboy. A hand reaches through and pulls the young man into the nothingness. Wizardboy’s companions try to help him but he is gone before they could react. Their leader is gone and they are stranded at the base of the mountain on which the Tower of the Magi stands. The lands of the Freeliches are eerily quiet, and the companions are at a loss as to what to do.
“It’s about time you got here, my boy,” Said the old man. “I have been home for weeks and have been awaiting you arrival.”
“I thought it best to travel overland, Master,” replied the young wizard. Things have been…odd since you left, and I have been at a disadvantage, shall we say, as to how things are developing.”
“I told you not to become personally involve with the inhabitants of the world. You are training to be a Wizard. Not one of these pathetic barbarian magic users who call themselves “wizards” and “mages”, but a Wizard of the Councils. You have been too headstrong, too emotional. You must keep your distance, for you will survive all of these lesser creatures, the heartbreak as you watch your friends and lovers die is almost unbearable.”
“You’ve let yourself be too cutoff from real people. These past battles and long gone losses have warped you to those around you!”
“Don’t even try to comprehend my feelings boy!” Said the old man with uncharacteristic anger. “Just pray that you don’t have to bear the burdens that I have to shoulder every day!” The old man’s form lost its normal meekness and radiated a power that the young wizard had never seen. For the first time Wizardboy felt a tremendous fear of his master, to go along with the respect for the old one’s skills.
As soon as it happened the old man returned to his normal appearance. “Have you seen what these gremlins have been up to? Every couple of days they seem to mount a military operation, laying siege to my study. I seem to have one of their leaders captured here,” he points over to a gremlin in a glass cage. “And ever since I captured him it seems that the attacks have come more frequently and with more determination.”
Wizardboy is confused over this change in conversation, but anything to let the old man calm down was fine with him. “Yes, I was meaning to talk to you about them. They seem to have taken over all of the wizard towers. It was quite amazing really. Many of the mages and apprentices were away from this tower when the revolution happened and it spread like a disease to all of the other towers. Wizards and mages now roam the land looking for places to take service. A few have even taken over some small towns and are building new magic academies.”
“Yes, magic is starting to change. These new academies are going to help classify magic. The wildly powerful elemental magic is going to fade from this land. More precise ordered magic will become the norm in the years to come. Practitioners will become more learned and have to have more control to reach the higher spells. This is going to be an interesting time in the development of magics.”
“Your mind is all over the place this morning master.” Said the apprentice.
“Yes, many things have been going on. Did you know that a new church is rising in the south? Someone has found out a little of the true history and has warped it to create a very ridged belief system. I don’t know how that will play out but with the fall of the elves and human kings this new theocracy might have a ripe ground for growing.”
“Master. I have come to find some answers. Please guide me and listen to my questions…”
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<PLEASE DO NOT WAKE THE OLD MAN!>
"Zzzz...Zzzz...Zzzz..."
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Conn
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God slayer
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posted February 12, 2002 10:46 PM |
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" Well, hobbit, i want to see this village of yours. And i want to speak with the Council or qhoever is in charge in your village." Conn said
"Very well. You have proven that you are not a threat to us. I will lead you there." said the hobbit turning around."
" Dargoth, Lygrin! I leave you in charge here. Make sure that you burn the body of the warlock for if you burry it, nothing will ever grow here. I am going to the hobbit's village. I will be back in 2 weeks." Conn said, and then turned around and mounted his horse.
" Let's go, Paladin. We wil ride Black Arrow for he is as fast as the thought." With that, the barbarina and the hobbit left the camp, leaving the task of cleaning up to the troops.
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wizardboy
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Look ma!..a glowing ball...
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posted February 13, 2002 01:50 PM |
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"don't disturb me boy unless your questions are of great importance" said the oldman sounding ever more the master talking to his apprentice.
"a year ago" started Wiz " i rescued Milena and due to the massive use of THE spell..."
"THE spell??"interrupted the oldman" don't tell me u use THE spell did u?"staring at him threateningly "didn't told u not to touch the clone spell?. first u should first master the air magics then move on to the others...u know why these toddlers who they call themselves 'Mages' fail so miserably, it because they are channeling different magics all the time making everything unbalanced thus unable to master any or all...even if your ring let's u summon air...." the old man paused " where is your ring?"
"i was about to come to that" giving a 'told u not to interrupt me look' "after the rescue i fainted"
"that should teach u a lesson...be glad it didn't take away your ability to 'use' magic again" once again interrupted by the oldman as he is getting his smoke out listening to another boring story
"would you mind?" "if u would let me finish my story?" anyway after i fainted we were both rescued by a apprentice Paladin called Gordan and he took us to his cabin in a forest a weeks ride from here. The next morning i woke up i met the strangest boy that ever lived."
"What's so special about this boy" sounding interested for a while
"Well, if u look at his eyes for too long...u start have daydreams..."explained Wiz
"huh...cough ...cough?" almost choked on the smoke
"i'll get to that later" " for a month since i stayed in that cabin i explored the place since i knew i m gonna stayed there for a while until i recover i found a cavern...inside the cavern there seemed to be an artificial cave or something and the walls all have glittering 'things' on the walls and inside that cavern i can feel the energy around me trying to put out as if i was charged a hundred times...the power was so strong that i can cast the simplest magic arrow from here i can destroyed the whole city that's a weeks ride from here"
the oldman looked up from his smoke now looking very interested
" when i was about to study more about that cavern then i heard your call so then i planned to leave." "by Gordan wanted to come with me and the little boy....i first wanted to just open a portal and come here but the boy...i saw a vision...in that vision i saw myself and Gordan and another girl in the heat of the battle fighting the four elemental dragons...and then last night i had a dream that u wanted me to get u the four elemental orbs; the temperous orb, orb of firnament, orb of silt, and orb of driving rain or something..."the old man choke really bad this time "how much of my dream is true master?"
the oldman did not answer but concentrated very hard on the smoke..."this is REALLY strong u know"
"then two days since we left the cabin" Wiz started again " i saw the girl taht was in my vision and she stoled my ring" Wiz finished looking at the old man for an answer
The old man started to put his smoke away while working up a speech and thinking how much he should tell the boy....
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Slava14
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I am 16 now....
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posted February 13, 2002 03:17 PM |
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In The Village
"That was the quickest ride I had" said Paladin when the two arrived "though it's my second one..."
"I told you Black Arrow is fast" replied barbarian as he looking around "That's not a village but more of a town, from what I see it seconds only to two cities in my kingdom"
"Well, we have lived here for some time now" explained Paladin.
The second after he finished talking, a pack of hobgoblins, both armed and not, appeared in front of them.
"Who are you?! How do you dare to look at me, me Firdaz, the new leader of the Hrez tribe" said one of the hobgoblins, and, as an echo others whispered "... yes... new leader".
"I don't care who are you and where you came form" said Conn with a powerful voice that spread fear and confusion in the lines of Hrezian scum "I, the king of these land, command you to surrender peacefully, or deal the consequences!"
"Surrender you say?" the filthy voice started laughing, and after him the whole group too "you, king? You are a scum like all these hobbits, like all the people that sank in the puddle of their own blood, like the so called high-elves that are as high as the ground I spit on! You worth nothin' and you will die NOW!!!"
"Let it be so" thought the barbarian when he took his weapon out, the only thing he said was to the hobbit "I hope we will find someplace to rest here after this fight".
Then stated the fight. The unorganized self-confident hobgoblins ran on the couple as if they won't get any resistance, but instead two of them got their throats cut within one blow of Conn's sword.
One that ran toward Paladin with a shortened Mace got a dagger through his stomach, but his mace damaged the left hand of the hobbit. The injure not weaken the hobbit but made him furious. He started to crush enemies as if he had a magic sword and a magician's support.
After 15 minutes all was over. the hobgoblins together with their leader were now dead on the ground. Conn had a deep cut in his leg, and some slight mace marks on his arms. Paladin had a broken hand, couple of scratches on his face and his chest was scratched too...
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Oldtimer
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posted February 14, 2002 12:10 AM |
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...at the Tower of the Magi...
The old man seems very disturbed by the news that his apprentice has given him. He goes over to his tapestry and looks upon the world. He waves his hand over the hanging and it starts to glow. Brighter and brighter the tapestry glows until it bursts into flames. The old man picks up the ashes and tosses them onto the wall. The tapestry reforms and shows the old man what is happening in the world.
“There are mighty forces at work. It seems that our world is becoming a nexus of a magical war. We are not the only beings of power who reside on this world and it seems that a planes war might find it way here. The elemental planes do not want to lose influence, and the magic is starting to change. In the long past, great Wizards first harnessed the power of elemental magic. They created elementals and gave them intelligence. Each time an elemental was summoned new intelligence was added to the elemental planes. The problem was that most people who summon elementals are arrogant self-centered people with great desire for power and control. This was the model that most elemental intelligence was based. Over the ages the elemental became self aware and self-sustaining. Soon elementals themselves would summon other elementals. Great planeswalkers were created who had armies of elementals in confluxes combining the opposing elemental forces into one.”
Wizardboy stares at the old man not quite understanding the implications of the story. “I know some of the history of the planeswalkers, but why here and why now?”
“This world is odd. It has many forces at work. Men have tapped into the infernal and angelic planes and have let loose forces called good and evil. Men have tapped into the planes of the Djinn and enslaved both genie and efreet. Men have opened door to many worlds and brought forth a menagerie of intelligent creatures. Men have crossed the threshold of death and necromancy is widely practiced. Very few worlds ever have more than 1 or 2 necromancers in a generation, while this world has armies of necromancers fighting each other. Men have used many magics and crossed the elemental planes.”
“Usually elemental magic slowly transforms into different schools of magics, but here it is happening almost instantaneously. Both kinds of magic are being used, where only one should be possible. It seems that this quiet world that I intended to use as a retreat, has become a magical beacon across the multiverse and planes. We need to find out who the enemies are. We need to collect the elemental orbs. You need to get that ring back.”
“What should I do?”
“After you find your Ring, go after the orbs. Listen to rumors of new Mages and assess their powers. I will send my Djinn into the elemental planes to find out who our enemy there is. Then I shall check in at the council, if I survive that, I will contact you. If I am captured or destroyed, you must destroy the orbs. I have designated you heir to my seat on the council, so if the worst does happen…hide, for my enemies will seek you out.”
The old man presses his hand against the apprentice’s chest. “You will know, if the time comes.”
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"Zzzz...Zzzz...Zzzz..."
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Slava14
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I am 16 now....
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posted February 14, 2002 08:49 AM |
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At the borders of the freeliches' lands
"Where am I?!" said the wraith as she came out of some sort of a trance.
"You are at the hideout of the... nevermind" said a voice that wasn't similar to anything, an undescribeable voice that could seed fear even in the bravest heart "I will ask the questions, you will answer"
That wasn't a suggestion, that was an order, an order that is hard to refuse.
"I'll try" said the ghost with a weak voice.
"Good. Who are you? What are you doing here? Who were you running from and why?"
"I am a wraith, I have no name. I am running away from the freeliches, I hate being there, being their slave, do whatever they want. The are after me because I might know something they don't want anyone to find out"
"What would that be?" asked the voice, he sounded more intrigued now.
"I can't tell to anyone" replied the wraith "especially to someone I don't know"
"You don't want to know me" replied the voice "No one should and no one will"
"Why won't you let me go?" begged the ghost "I won't do anything agains you... ever"
"And how exactly can I be sure that you don't lie?" Was the reply. At this point the ghost notised two red, eye-alike, spots in the darkness.
"I promise"
"That's not enought, but I have no use in you" with that he made some moves with his hand, his eyes closed, he concentrated...
Suddenly, the wrath appered an a forest that definately wasn't under the control of the undead forces because the trees had leaves, they were alive...
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wizardboy
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posted February 14, 2002 01:25 PM |
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hearing that the oldman may once again leave him somehow felt weird...
"there might be a problem"started Wiz " i don't know who the girl is and where she is....and without the ring i can't control Storm and Lightining anymore...and they are eyes and ears....without them i can't accomplish much...."
"and speaking accomplishing my mission....how long do u plan to leave those two outside...besides i thought want a word with the boy....
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Where do u go when you have gone too far?
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Oldtimer
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posted February 14, 2002 08:20 PM |
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...in the Tower of the Magi...
"oh...go ahead and bring you companions in." the old man waved his hand and opened a vortex. "We have to get the orbs. If the planeswalkers, or their opponants get them, we will be at a disadvantage. The Black dragon has loosed the azures upon the world. Thier influence will increase the magical imbalance. I'm afraid that our enemies care little for this world, and would as soon see it destroyed to increase their power."
Wizardboy asks, "Then why do you leave?"
"The council must know that the plainswalkers are acting boldly. It is our fault for not stopping this in the begining. But I will wait here until I can local the genie. Don't tell the locals what is going on, they cannot comprehend the powers at work here, either we succeed or this world dies. Other interference could tip the balance against us."
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"Zzzz...Zzzz...Zzzz..."
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wizardboy
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Look ma!..a glowing ball...
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posted February 15, 2002 05:46 AM |
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entering the tower of the magi....
as the two stepped in Gordan looked around the surroundings...where he just stepped in seem to be the the study area and Wiz is already wiring there fo them...and right next to him is man of who's age seem to be as old as the world...
As the two stepped inthru the vortex the oldman looked at his new company...but the little caught his attention most of all....thru his days he had seem wizards of great power and kings that rules the whole world and great beast of mostrous strength but nothing prepared him for the innocent look of the little boy...for a few seconds they look at each other...but in the space of many seconds many words had been said as the old man himself had an vision...
*flick* the old man found himself before the council...."colleagues of the most learned, heed me, the world of which i spend the past decade studying in has been the target of all the Powers, the elemental lords the black dragon and even oncestudent Jerome....this world is in a state of chaos unimaginable; the azure dragon is unleashed upon this world, kingdoms had been torn be dukes and other lords, elementals are harnessing their power in this world and the only thing that is stopping the world from being destroyed this instance is a band of boyscouts who just recetly got rid of they nappies, i they do not receive help soon..... i pray thee my colleages we must do something about it less the world of such beauty by destroyed for ever by the useless struggle for power...
shouts and murmurs of disagreement can be heard from all over the great hall that is not hosting some of the greatest mages that still existed inthis universe...some even told theold man to sit down and go home....
but silence imediately felt in the room as the little boy stand up from where he was quietly seated...the Archmagi leaned forward...."who are u little boy....what is your business here...this is the council of mages only....and if my ages haven't got to me yet....this isn't the changing room and our mommy isn't here..." the archmage joked and waves of laughter rang the great hall....
"silence old man" said the boy, again the hall remained silent followed by murmurs in the back of the hall...but the most eyecatching of all is the shocked face of the GREAT archmage...no one had ever dared to silence him before....
OT cannot help himself from laughing *flick*
oh dear thought the old man as he came back from reality, the great respects for the council might as well end now...oh dear in deed...what will the most powerful mage alive be told silenced do? oh very dear indeed.....
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posted February 15, 2002 09:53 PM |
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...at the Tower of the Magi...
The old man steps back astounded. There are very few things that are left that can actually surprise him. But this boy is a wonder. “Are these visions, possibilities, probabilities, or true prophecy? I have known true prophets in the past but nothing that even comes close to matching the clarity of vision this boy gave me. But if I act on this information and assume that the Archmage may turn into an enemy I might be following a false path. This boy must come with me. We have to see if the vision is truth. Apprentice, prepare to go to the council. It is time for you to come. Beware of all. I have many enemies, and they may try to get to me through you.”
As the old man turns he notices that the gremlin is studying the tapestry and acting very upset. “What is wrong with you?” he says as he looks to the tapestry, “Oh…so your people are starving are they. Tsk. Tsk. Maybe you guys should of thought of food before you attacked you masters.”
Nighthawk decided to be bold, “We will never be slaves again!” he said in the human language as he spat upon the glass.
The old man is astounded twice in one day. He takes the gremlin out of the cage and gazes into his mind. “Wow, I wouldn’t have guessed that you could have developed so quickly. I have been wrong to underestimate you. It must be because you are so small and ugly.” The gremlin takes a swing at the Wizard. “No. It will do you no good to attack me. But I might have an offer for you.”
Nighthawk is confused by this conversation, he never expected the Tyrant to negotiate with him. “What could I have that you would want?”
“I need an army of spies. One that is personally loyal to me and can go places that the intelligent races can’t penetrate. It’s common knowledge that gremlins are just pests, unintelligent, little better than rats. But that common knowledge seems to be false, and I might be able to turn that into an advantage.”
“Why would we be loyal to you?”
The old man opens a portal. “This leads to a small world. The inhabitants were very advanced but they decided to kill each other with pestilence magic. That was many ages ago, and just now it has recovered enough to support life. Lots of food. Lots of places to explore. Many ancient artifacts to fiddle with. Almost a paradise for ones like you, and above all else, it is empty of large beings. So you can create your own society. All I ask from you is complete loyalty and service of your people.”
Nighthawk considers the offer, it seems to him just to be a gilded slavery, but it could save his people. “I must take this up with the general staff. Let me go and I will return to you.” The old man releases his captive and watches as he runs out of the study. This could be an interesting diversion.
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<PLEASE DO NOT WAKE THE OLD MAN!>
"Zzzz...Zzzz...Zzzz..."
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Lith-Maethor
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posted February 16, 2002 03:29 AM |
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[a week away from the campfire]
...the company will reach the harbor in half an hour, Moonshadow approaches Lith, this where the Pack stops, wolves never liked the towns of humans, especially in times of war, never were able to undrstand their ways... the Elven warrior nods and the Pack leave quietly... Vaho and Romana are talking about something with Gae, buzzing over their heads, Knightmare and Breg are trying not to laugh at Cirion... it is not every day you see a 2m tall Dwarf worrying over a small box...
- relax brother, relax... whoever tries to take our little artifact, will have to face the Five
- ahem...
- oh, aye, Romana and Gea too...
...they can hear the sounds of so-called civilization, people shouting, dogs barking, all kinds of weird scents fill the air... as they approach the town gates, a huge ugly man blocks their way, he looks almost half-orc...
- stop were you are, state your buisness and pay the fee... it is the only way to enter, if I like you...
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