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Writer: Randorf
Date Thu Sep 1 20:05:37 2005
To all
Subject Announcing the ALGORON WORLD GAMES
(ooc) October 2nd - October 15th, nightly - 9pm central time.
Greetings citizens of Algoron,
In the spirit of competition and Kingdom pride, I am pleased to announce the
first of what will be yearly event. The Algoron World Games! For over a
two week time period we will compete to win your kingdom fame and glory in
over 10 seperate events.
The events include:
Singles Tournament Combat (4 players per kingdom)
Group Combat Tournament - 3 person teams (2 teams per kingdom)
Legion Battle Tournament - 10 person team (1 team per kingdom)
Bard Competition - (bard song competition, 1 per kingdom)
Jousting Competition - (1 Knight + support team per Kingdom)
Foot Racing - (1 person per kingdom)
Ship Racing - (unlimited ships per kingdom)
Naval Warfare - (ship combat tournament)
Archery Competition - (2 people per kingdom)
The Gauntlet - (8 person team quest competition, 1 team per kingdom)
Pit Dragon Match - (timed event, 5 person team vs. dragon, 1 team per kingdom)
The first order of business will be to select a Host Kingdom. I
will conduct live bidding from kingdoms to be the host city in a little more than 1 weeks time.
(ooc: Sunday, September 11th - 9 pm system/central time)
The host city MUST allow all clans and kingdoms within their walls for the duration
of the games.
Host Kingdom gets new Arena avilable for rent (Kingdom keeps 1/2 of a 20 egg per
use fee after World Games are over)
Host Kingdom gets historical bragging rights for hosting the initial games. (This
will be a yearly deal, but we will bid again next year)
Host Kingdom gets increased revenue in taxes during the events. (More people visiting in
kingdom always means more tax revenue)
Host Kingdom gets the first Joust Arena in Algoron (Means they will get to host
Jousts when the Jousting League starts later this year)
The Host city will be redorated for the two week event and a Statue of the kingdoms
leader welcoming others to the games will be contructed and placed in the city for all time.
For now, I recomend that each kingdom put together a World Games Committee to help
select a representative for the bidding, a team for choosing the best talent to represent the
kingdom during the games and potential judges for the Bard Competition.
I will see the Kingdom representatives for the Host City Bidding in my office at the
AGL Arena in Althainia next week.
Baron Randorf Del'Nichi
Owner - Algoron Gladiator League
Creator - Algoron World Games
(ooc: Kingdom only event, although clanners are encouraged to attend and bet on events)
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Dec 23 11:27:26 2005
To all
Subject The Beginning of the End
Malachive stood on the ocean shore and watched the sun set over the
ocean. Beside him stood the intimidating Abhorrant, Deathmeer. The two
talked in tones in which the humans couldn't hear and they weren't sure they
wanted to know what was being said. It was an intimindating sight.
Malachive with his pale skin and glossy black horns and Deathmeer with his
red veiny designs through his milk white skin.
A human dressed in a dull black armor shook his head. "I don't get it,
Jardon. This is supposed to be the Prince of Darkness and he sits looking
at the sun set as if he's some lost romantic soul. And why in Necrucifers
name are we worried about mere Kender anyway?"
Another man looked at him puzzled. Jardon was a much older soldier with
aged lines around his eyes and a bushy blond mustache above his lip. "Are
you stupid or something, Michaeled? He's watching the sun go down because
we attack as soon as its good and dark. The Abhorrants can't summon their
miserable Horrormongers during the sun light. And I'd be very careful not
to let Malachive hear you say he is "supposed" to be the prince of darkness.
Have you not heard what he's done to the doubters? Do not even think
thoughts like that around him. He can see your thoughts you know!"
Michaeled froze and almost panicked. "You do not think he heard me now, do
you?"
Jaron sighed. "You best hope not. As for why the kender, I can tell you
why I think its so. The Abhorrants army, the Horrormongers are shadow
wraith like beings and they get their power in two ways. The darkness and
peoples fear. Kender do not fear. And so Deathmeere has ordered them to be
exterminated and so they shall."
Michaeled grinned slightly. "They don't even have a town guard posted.
This will be easy pickings."
"We are just here to engage reinforcments in case one of their nosey
neighbors decides to come to the rescue. The Abhorrants will do their own
dirty work this night. After all, it is not like they can die. Let's get
into position, its dark now."
Malachive and Deathmeere watched the last hint of sunlight leave the Roully
Bab Binb Ocean. Turning, Deathmeere joined the two other Abhorrants who
were sharpening a scythe that had an eerie dark green glowing effect about
it. They handed the scythe to Deathmeere and the three glided off towards
the Balifore city limits.
Michaeled was gathering his arrows and felt an odd feeling in his stomache.
He turned to notice Malachive staring at him. Malachive's hollow yellow
eyes looked into Michaeled as if he were reading his very soul. Michaeled
could not help but stand there frozen.
"Michaeled, where is those arrows? Hurry up...." Jeron yelled before
turning to Michaeled only to see a pile of burning ash.
Writer: Randorf
Date Fri Jan 6 16:30:53 2006
To all
Subject (World Champion) Mantaroth vs. (Althainian Champion) Aearin - Monday January 9th 2006, 9pm system.
"This press conference is hereby started."
The Baron spoke loudly, carrying his voice all over the assembled crowd all
huddled together in one of the AGL Coliseums back offices.
To the Barons left stood Aearin. The broad man stood upright, outfitted in
his normal, polished platemail, scribed into it various holy symbols, he
looks to Randorf, then down to the holy symbol clenched in his hand before
he offers a nod and smile to those gathered.
To the Barons right stood Mantaroth, the hulking form of the minotaur
towering over the dwarf. The AGL World Championship belt glinted in the
candlelight, stapped tightly around his waist. His arms were crossed and
his face remained blank as the dwarf began to speak.
Waiting for the murmuring crowd to die down, Randorf thrust out his stubby
hand so that the crowd could see a signed AGL contract.
"Tha rumors and reports are true. Ah hold here in ma hand the fight of the
century, lads n lasses. Monday night, here in Althainia, ah will be hosting
a world title championship match between two of the meanest, strongest, and
crowd pleasin gladiators the world as ever known. Aearin, a paladin of deep
faith and even deeper arse kickin ability has issued challenge upon the most
winningest, undefeated champion in tha Leagues history, Mantaroth Malhavoc!"
Randorf waited for the whispers and comments to subside before continuing.
"Ah will also be holding ah Pit Dragon match and hopefully ah Blade Champion
versus thae Crown Champion match. Now if the lot of ye have any questions,
bea quick about it."
An elven reporter for the Daily Wood raised his hand first, anxiously waving
it through the air.
"You wit tha pointy ears an buck teeth, ye got a question?"
The elf muttered indignantly before asking his question.
"Yes, as we all know, the minotaur has yet to be defeated. Most of his
challengers end up dead or wishing they were. What makes Aearin any
different and why should anyone pay to see just another slaughter."
Randorf grinned as Aearin stepped forward. "Good sir, whilst the minotaur
is certainly of formidable strength, I think we can all agree there isnt
much mental prowess between his oversized horns. In the face of unwavering
faith and conviction, he will surely falter. As a chosen of Nadrik, I will
humble this creature before the Lord and pray for his forgiveness. Make no
mistake however, he will be made to pay for his transgressions."
Mantaroth remained silent, staring blankly into the crowd as if bored.
A short, green-skinned goblin in the crowd started laughing and pointing at
Mantaroth.
"Har har har har! Humanz call cow dumb as rock! Har har har! Humanz goinz
to milk himz!!"
A few of the people surrounding the goblin in the crowd took a few steps
away from the creature, wincing as they glanced at Mantaroths reaction.
But to their surprise, he did nothing but stare straight ahead, ignoring the
goblins comments.
A human in the back of the room shouted "Come on Mantaroth, dont take that!
Say something!"
For a moment more he remained silent, but finally he focused his attention
on the assembled group of people.
"There is no hope left for any of you, least of all the Paladin. A
statement will be made on the eve of battle, such that has not been
witnessed before. Come if you wish, stay in your home if you are wise. It
matters little. But this paladin will be made an example, and his screams
will be heard whether you are here or not."
The crowd stood with gaping mouths and turned quickly to Aearin. The
paladin smiled slightly and hefted his crackling mace.
"It is perhaps my greatest disappointment when I come to find some are
beyond saving. But I will take solace in the fact that when your body is
consumed by the Holy Light, a great evil will finally be removed from this
world. Do not weep at the pain, minotaur, for it is only the demons leaving
your soul. Though I fear you have many demons."
Mantaroths hands began to crackle as small lightning bolts swirled angrily
at his side.
Sensing the tension about to break, Randorf put up a hand and motioned
quickly.
"This press conference is over. See you all on Monday! Bring your coins."
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Mar 27 10:14:02 2006
To all
Subject AGL World Title Match
Hegeta muttered to herself, this minotaur was out of control with his
attitude. Treat her like he owned her would he, well he would learn a few
things about who was in charge and who wasn't. She frowned at the ogre at
the doorway.
'Summon these two ta me office. Now', as she held out a paper for him.
The ogre took it and quickly ran out the door. Hegeta grinned slowly,
'Leas' someone knows who be in charge here'
She looked out towards the arena, clasping her hands behind her as she heard
the knocking on the doorway, the large minotaur blocking almost every bit of
it as he stood within. He cast her his familiar glare, she was getting used
to that, but none the less, she gritted her teeth and frowned. 'Ya wanted a
match, ah got ya a match. So sit yer arse down 'til ah say otherwise' The
minotaur scoffed and glared at her, 'You don't command me dwarf, so I
suggest you watch your tone'
Hegeta glared and a grin crossed her face, 'Ya belong ta tha league, an tha
league is run by me an me uncle, so ya bes' start learnin who is in charge
'ere! Now sit yer arse down! '
As she turned back around she saw the challenger enter into the doorway, her
grin widening briefly. The sound of laughter booming from behind her.
'Another elf? You can't be serious! '
'Aye, now quiet with ya. Reporters will be 'ere shortly, an nah one word is
ta be spoken 'bout who ya will be fightin 'til ah say its time ta be lettin
the world know'
She moved over towards the door, glancing at the two men and quickly opened
it. Throngs of reporters rushing into the room, all hollering at once.
A dwarf hollers out, 'Mantaroth! Mantaroth! 'ow do ya feel 'bout fightin
another twig? ' Mantaroth says (to the dwarven reporter), 'How do I feel?
I feel like Algoron is all but doomed if the bravest among them is an elf
I've already broken before the masses. ' An elf frowns at the dwarf and
mutters, 'He's not even a true elf! ', casting a glare at Pae'tu.
A goblin pipes up from the back, 'Wez all doomed? '
The elf looks directly at Pae'tu, 'What makes you think an inbred like
yourself can defeat this mass of meat? '
Mantaroth says 'When Mencius comes to claim this world, only those with
enough strength and rage in their hearts will survive the fallout. I fear
the majority of this world will not survive. '
Pae'tu says 'Mantaroth has yet to fight one whose grasp of magic surpasses
his own. It's about time we saw how he does in that situation. '
A reporter from the Algoron Herald looks at Mantaroth, 'Little egotistical
aren't you?
Mantaroth says (to the reporter), 'The last person who called me that ended
up dismembered. Maybe I didn't hear you right? ' The reporter from the
Algoron Herald tugs slightly on his collar, looking a bit uncomfortable,
'Little.. Egotistical? The elf reporter looks at Pae'tu once more,
scribbling away, 'And you think an inbred like yourself can master that
magic? ' Pae'tu turns his eyes casually toward the elf reporter. Pae'tu
says 'I have for some time now. I also have the teachings of Gaar Volen,
which this minotaur cannot claim. '
A reporter from the Arkanian News hollers out, 'What's that got to do with
anything, elf?
Pae'tu says 'Everything. '
Hegeta stands back to the side, a small grin on her face. Mantaroth
standing up slowly, glaring at the crowd, causing them to move back quickly
into a tighter bunch, fear crossing their faces.
The reporter from the Arkanian News glances at Mantaroth and looks at
Pae'tu, 'So are you going to die as well?
Mantaroth says 'This line of questioning is pointless! You need look no
further than the annals of this League to know I have already smote this
elves ruins upon the arena floor once. I have never been defeated! Things
will not be different this time around. ' An ogre chuckles from the back of
the room, 'He said anals' Mantaroth 's hands beginning to crackle ominously.
Mantaroth says 'Who said that? '. The ogre clears his throat and slinks
into the back of the room. Pae'tu says 'It is always best to learn the
limits of your opponent before you try, minotaur. That was far from what
can be given. '
Mantaroth says (to Pae'tu) 'Do you not understand, elf? You will not merely
die. '
Pae'tu says 'As for dying, I don't plan on it. '
Mantaroth says (to Pae'tu) 'Your very SOUL will be forever bound to Mencius!
You will no no rest! '
Pae'tu says (to Mantaroth Malhavoc) 'Rage has no hold over the calm of the
Mistress. My soul was bound long before you were born. '
The reporter from the Algoron News looks at Pae'tu with vested interest, 'So
if you happen to actually defeat this beast in the arena, what do you plan
to do with the corpse? ' Pae'tu says 'Perhaps a taxidermist could be put to
use.. '
Mantaroth reaches into his tabards and withdraws an object, holding it up
before all to see. 'Gaze into your furture, and know it! '
Hegeta clears her throat and motions for the large ogres outside the door.
'That be 'nuff fer today! Tha res' ya cin be 'earin at tha fight! '. The
large ogres quickly ushering out the reporters, a few being kicked out the
door for lingering. A crowd of fans easily heard chanting Mantaroth's name
over and over, save for the small voice of a kender being slightly heard at
the doorway of the room hollering 'Pae'tu' before being abruptly cut off, as
Hegeta slammed the door shut.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon May 22 00:26:08 2006
To all
Subject The end of Talon?
The dark shadowed Yinn sat from the distance and watched. A young human
male walked up beside him in the snow and looked around. The human was in
his early 20's and was dressed in white furs, for the natural camouflage it
provided in the snow. "What do you intend to do, Overlord?" The human
asked quietly.
"Nothing. It is already done" the Yinn responded without any emotion.
The young human paused and almost said something, but stopped at looked
towards the tower. "Ask if you have questions" the Yinn expecting more.
"Well, how will we know? And what kind of war will this cause?"
"War? There will be no war. Do not underestimate me. I mean to destroy
them here and now. And you'll know .. Soon" the Yinn smiled as he spoke.
The Yinns smile came off more like a snarl to the human who was already a
little more than freaked out.
"It's good that our mission is in the hands of a true believer." The human
responded, not knowing really what to say. "True believer? Is that what
they say?" The Yinn asked. "I am more of a true hater. And the ones who
live here not only harbor their unnatural kind, but they worship them. Ever
since the blue hindered our cause, they have run amuck polluting our world.
I believe an unnatural has a hand in everything around us and this will be
the announcement to the world that we still believe, we still exist and yes,
we still hate those.."
A large explosion interrupted the Yinn. The dragon scaled tower crumbled
into itself pushing dust over the snow covering all things around it.
The human pushed the dust off of his eyes and grabbed a handful of snow to
wash the rest out so he could once again see. Once his vision cleared, he
looked towards the Yinn who was no longer standing beside him. Moving ahead
the human called to him. "Overlord? Overlord?"
Finally, he saw the Yinn near the rubble standing over an injured kender.
Catching up, the human looked down at the kender. Despite having a broken
leg, the kender didn't look the least bit upset.
"Aww, why did you have to go and do that for? It was a perfectly good
tower." The kender asked. The yinn said nothing as he merely leaned down
and thrust his dagger into the front of the kenders neck.
"It is done. Now we have much work to do" the Yinn said as he stared at the
kender gargling in his own blood.
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu May 25 00:24:37 2006
To all
Subject Awaken, Protector
Malachive stood atop a bluff overlooking the Roully Bab Binb ocean, miles
outside the city of Arkane. Night had fallen and the dark water of the sea
shone eerily in the pale moonlight. The sudden cold gusts of wind that
rolled over the land would have caused even the heartiest of men to seek
fire indoors. The Dark Son, however, reveled in it like a blanket. After
all, he was conceived in the deepest, coldest pit of Hell.
His mind wandered in many different directions. Even possessing the
intellect of a God, his plans were so complicated and precise that his
attention was drawn in an infinite number of directions. It was due to
these various thoughts that he barely sensed the presence of the Abhorrant
before he began scaling the hillside towards Malachive. This momentarily
lapse in awareness caused him great irritation, for he knew even as in
control as he was, the Abhorrant were nicknamed the Godslayers for a reason.
"What is it, Deathmeer?"
"I merely await you orders, Malachive. The kender city has been lain to
waste for months now and we have progressed no further. We hunger for more
blood and will satiate our thirst one way or another."
"You will act when I command it, Deathmeer, and not a moment before. There
are pieces to this plan, beyond your comprehension, that must be put into
motion before we can proceed further. You will continue to hold."
The Abhorrant sneered and turned to leave, glancing back at Malachive as he
disappeared into the night.
The Dark Son watched him go, further annoyed at this most recent challenge.
Deathmeer was becoming more and more aggressive.
Suddenly a pillar of flame erupted from the ground mere yards away from
Malachive, subsiding as quickly as it came to reveal the form of a massive,
hulking minotaur.
Malachive seemed undisturbed as he looked on. "To what do I owe this honor,
Mencius?"
"Blessings, Dark Son. Your Father sends his greetings," he growled out
roughly.
"Indeed. Tell him to send something I can make use of."
Mencius snorted and shifted about impatiently. "It is I who brings you
something you can make great use of, Malachive. I have watched your
interaction with the Godslayer ever since you brought them back into this
world. You are not as safe around them as you think and with your attention
as scattered as the populace of Balifore, you are vulnerable on top of being
mortal. You cannot lead your armies and protect yourself at the same time.
You know this."
Malachive was careful to response, keeping his eyes locked on the God of
Rage.
"I am the Son of Necrucifer, Mencius. I can do anything. I have the
infinite power of the universe at my disposal and nothing in this world or
the next can cause me any harm."
Mencius reached behind his back and unstrapped his gigantic waraxe, slamming
it deep into the ground inches away from Malachive.
"Dammit, Malachive, you are still a boy in my eyes. You may be the Son of
Necrucifer but you have not been around as long as I. I survived the first
war between the Abhorrants and the Gods and you need not open a history book
to know there were more Gods before the war began than after! They all
possessed the same powers as you and they still fell before the onslaught of
these creatures. What kept the remaining eighteen of us alive was strength
and the knowledge that we could be beaten unless we prepared ourselves."
Malachive's eyes narrowed. "Then why are you here, Lord of Rage."
"Because I come to prepare YOU, Malachive. You were borne without the
consent of the other Gods and if you die, the dark pantheon's advantage dies
with you. Necrucifer and Drakkara cannot create anything like you again.
You are the future of darkness and I have come to insure my place in that
future."
"You are in need of a guardian and a General. Someone who can keep the
Abhorrants in check, someone who can lead your armies with cold and
calculating precision, and someone who possesses the rage and power to wreak
havoc upon those who would stand against you."
"Who could I possibly trust that would provide all that you say? Who
possesses such abilities?"
Mencius simply smiled and glanced towards the heavens. Thunder clouds were
rolling in and lightning could be seen in the distance.
Grakaris scampered through the bowls of Hell with speed and agility. Past
the burning flames, the screaming souls and the frozen wasteland that made
up much of Hell's infrastructure. Further down he traveled, past the bloody
carnage, the ferocious deziens, and the tempted succubae. Grakaris feared
his ultimate destination, a rarely frequented pit of Hell buried
particularly deep and isolated.
He finally reached the rickety rope bridge that led across a pool of lava
and fire to a single obsidian-constructed cube. Inside was Hell's most
recent addition and feared monster. Grakaris quickly closed the distance
between the bridge and the cube's entrance. Pushing open the large door, he
crept inside cautiously and gulped before he spoke. The room was totally
dark. "The.. The Lord calls for you immediately. Youare needed to serve
once more."
Mantaroth's red eyes burned through the darkness like a scythe.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Aug 14 23:58:52 2006
To all
Subject Seanan's Journey
A robed figure strode slowly up the stone steps within the tower, towards
the peak. His steps making little noise as he took them one by one, sconces
lighting up as he came near them, without him making a motion towards them.
It all culminated to this one point in time.
The figure walked out on to balcony, wrapping his robe a little more closely
about him, raising his gaze upwards towards the moons. It was near time.
All these years.... All his work. A small creeping smile came across his
features. Soon they would all see.
He took one last look towards the moons then quickly whirled around and made
haste towards his laboratory. An underling ran across him in the hall and
with a wave of his hand, quickly fell in to a deep sleep. None would know
of this, not yet. Surely they would presume, and some would wish to stop
him, but for now none would get in his way. With another wave of his hand
the doors to his laboratory flew open and promptly shut behind him. He
whirled around the room quickly, searching for the one key thing that he
needed to bring all of his years of research and study to the final
conclusion, and with a grin he quickly gathered the crystals he required and
rushed his way back up to the top of the spire. Waiting patiently for just
the right moment of alignment.
He placed the crystals where he needed, drawing an archaic symbol upon the
stones around his feet. Now came the true moment that he had waited for.
Uttering a few words, the wind swirled and the area before him began to
warble. He spoke a few more words and a great flash of lightning struck the
ground near to him, but he would not falter. A brilliant light flashed and
he quickly guarded his eyes, and as he drew his hand from his face, before
him was the portal that would bring him to where he needed to be. The
future.
As he stepped in to portal, several strikes of lightning occured within the
near vicinity. Portals opening in random places within his time, drawing
individuals through it before they could even react. He took care entering
the portal, for the spire where he stood in the past did not exist in the
present. He gazed around to see the outlay of the lands before him.
Lightning strikes landing within the lands, similar to the one that had
opened his own. A slight feeling of concern came over him, but he quickly
brushed it away.
*******CURRENT TIME*******
Great flashes of lightning and brilliant lights flashed within the major
cities, a space in time shifting and contorting as portals began to arise in
them. Citizens quickly screaming in alarm, then ceasing their outcries to
stop and gaze on in wonder. Questioning where they had come from, with a
bit of trepidation as to what or who may come through them.
Their questions were quickly answered as bewildered people fell through
them. Bewildered looks upon their faces as they gazed about, wondering as
to what had just occured. People quickly surrounded them, questioning and
asking as to who they were and where they had come from. It was quickly
discovered that they were people from the past. The world of Algoron before
those of this time knew of it. These 'visitors' from another time, quickly
summized that there was only one person that could have construed and
managed such an act. The old Conclave mage, Seanan.
They did not belong here, it was far too risky. Too many things could alter
from them being here. Lineages destroyed, the world altered for them. They
had to return, there was no question about it. They had to find Seanan, for
certainly he had come here as well. For what purpose, they did not know and
where to look they had no clue. But perhaps this world had advanced enough
that someone amongst them might know the answer.
At that same moment, lightning struck near one of the portals, a figure
forming deep within the portal. The citizens of Althainia shrieking and
standing back. A great roar echoed through the air, and several people
quickly drew their weapons, wondering just what was on the other side. With
a mighty gush of wind, several people ducked, as out of the portal flew the
largest red dragon any had ever seen. Dwarfing in size even the mightiest
of the golds. The dragon swooped across the sky, his roar shaking and
trembling the ground. People screaming and rushing to hide within doorways
as quickly as they could.
The dragon recognized this world, yet it was somehow different. The lands
different than where he had just came from. He made his way across the
oceans, his curiousity mounting as he flew in to one of the nearby cities.
Soon many came to flock towards him, men and women of the darkened auras.
Several in awe of him. He could grow to like this place.
A man named, Reklah Kayen made his way towards him, accompanied by another
named Jaerlach Kesepton. They quickly introduced themselves and just as
quickly wondered as to who this dragon was. Amidst their conversation, it
was quickly learned that the name he went by was Maylstrom and that he too
had come from the ancient past. Things were vastly different here, he could
feel it... Sense it. This world was much weaker than his own, and he would
revel in it.
Word spread quickly across the land of this other arrival, and the other
'visitors' to this world cringed in fear and dread, many around them
questioning as to their reaction. They had to warn them, they had to tell
them what they needed to know, even if it meant altering what might be.
Maylstrom, was no ordinary dragon. He was a god.
The followers of the light, scoffed at such things. A dragon a god? Even
if it was true, they would ensure it's death. They were soon to find out
otherwise, as armies gathered to fight this new god within their amidst, and
falling just as quickly before his might. Even the mightiest of the golds
in this time, learned quickly that it was no match for this one. Yes, he
would like it here... And he would claim these lands, one by one, for
himself and the darkness.
The others quicky gathered with their new acquaintances and made haste and
plans to find someway back to their time. If only they could open a rift in
time back to where they belong, perhaps Seanan and Maylstrom would be drawn
back as well. So they searched for the mightiest of the mages in this time,
and the oldest. Sinarous and Nagash. Neither were quick to help mind you,
for they thought perhaps this would be quite interesting to see what might
occur, but they had soon relented and gathered what was needed. With no
guarantee mind you, that it would work at all and send them precisely to
where they came from.
They gathered within the Vale, the one place upon these lands that had never
altered through out all of time. It was here that some of the oldest magics
were the strongest. It was here that the rift needed to be opened.
Word quickly got to Maylstrom, and he set out himself to quickly find a way
to prevent himself from leaving this world. This was too good of an
opportunity for him. Here his power was great. With the aide of a man
named Itamar Schwartz, he quickly found what he needed, then he had but to
wait for just the right moment to close the portals and the rift, before he
was drawn back within it.
Just as he had predicted, the portals opened once more, drawing everything
near it back in to them. All but himself, as he casted the magic he needed
to shatter the portal in to small shards of ice He was not going back and to
ensure that fact, he had to find Seanan. Seanan was here somewhere, he
could feel it. As for the others, they vanished back hopefully to their own
time.
(written by Kyri)
Writer: Scorn
Date Wed Aug 16 16:15:34 2006
To all
Subject The Beginning of the Eldritch
Naeristal Sha'enlas stood in awe. In all of his 500+ years, he had only
seen a God once and that was an experience he never wanted again. However,
this time it was different. Zandreya was absolutely stunning.
Naeristal panicked. "If I have not served in the ways that I should,
forgive me"
Zandreya bore him a look that quieted the elf.
"You have been a faithful cleric. I am here to ask favor of you."
"Anything my Goddess. Whom shall I save? Whom shall I slay?"
Zandreya said plainly "You can save your people, Naeristal. Already we have
seen the God Cliath grant lost magic to the Dwarves for the events that are
sure to come. I feel I must do my part as well. Not only for the imminent
war against the Abhorrants, but for if survive the war and then have to deal
with Dwarves. The Runes are powerful and the Mul are an travesty."
"Of course. All elves agree that no man should make a race with
experimentation or magic or whatever the blasted Randorf did" Naeristal
agreed. "But what can I do?"
Zandreya stared into Naeristal intensely. "The knowledge I am to grant you
is for you to teach the fighting wing of the Shalonosti people. I have
given you three sets of magics and they must learn one well before they can
choose another. This magic given to you is from my very essence and I can
only hope its enough to help in the upcoming struggle. But I also give you
a warning, this world and even I may cease to exist in the upcoming battles.
Train them well."
A bright light blinded Naeristal and all went quiet.
He awoke not knowing how long he had been unconscious, but he knew many
things he was certain he didn't know the day previously.
He stood up and listened. The forest was too silent. No wind, no birds, no
sounds of the many animals running through the wood.
He mutters a word and staff came into existence in his hands. Closing his
eyes, he knew what was about to happen. The smell of bugbear was close and
Naeristal feared not.
Through the wood rushed the bugbear. Naeristal utters and word and his
staff glowed and the bugbear stopped completed frozen in his tracks.
Naeristal studied the creature. It had skulls from what was likely to be
previous victims. Naeristal uttered another word and a 40 foot tree came up
from the earth and came to life. The treant swung a mighty branched arm at
the mesmerized bugbear and sent it flying through the wood. Naeristal
watched as the treant chased down the dazed bugbear. He did not watch the
battle, he only listened.
When it became silent, he opened his eyes to see the treant fallen. The
bugbear was bruised badly and was barely walking. It wearily turned its
attention to Naeristal and snarled.
Naeristal raised his staff once again and a huge blast of sunlight shot out
from the staff evaporating all of the bugbear except for its shoes.
Leaning on the staff, Naeristal began his walk to Shalonesti.
Writer: Scorn
Date Sat Aug 26 21:44:50 2006
To all
Subject Maylstrom's Invasion of Verminasia
"It was supposed to be a sneak attack" the great red dragon Maylstrom
thought to himself. "It was was supposed to be a quick victory. The weeks
I spent gathering the tribes from the tropical south all wasted because of
Seanan." The dragon knew shortly before the battle that the mage Seanan had
sent word about the invasion. He had warned everyone. And Verminasia still
almost fell.
"I had not expected all who call themselves good or otherwise to assist.
How the world has changed."
Maylstrom flew down into the woods almost landing on a startled traveler.
With one effortless motion, he bit the man in half. Looking down at the
dead mans face, Maylstrom frowned.
"This world will not fall to force. Yes... I understand now. It will fall
to greed."
Maylstrom studied the dead mans face carefully. His massive form shrunk
down until it matched every fiber of the dead mans.
"I have a better plan and if I must walk as one of them for a while, then so
be it."
The human walked away from the corpse and headed for the city near by.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Dec 4 14:30:33 2006
To all
Subject The End of Maylstrom or the End of Seanan?
Seanan stood with staff in hand staring up at the great red dragon,
Maylstrom. "This ends now dragon!" Seanan yelled.
Maylstrom raised an eyebrow. "You came here alone? Did you not want to
endanger the other mages of the towers or did they not like you enough to
help? Either way, you've made a grand error, Wizard."
"The only mistake in coming here was yours, Maylstrom. You should have
stayed in your own time. As for my mages, this is between us. I'll not let
you use their lives as a crutch to distract me from giving you what is due."
Seanan yelled back. "But enough banter, this will end here and now."
The mage and the dragon fought for several hours destroying Maylstrom's lair
in the process. The Dragon was reluctant to use his fiery breath weapon at
first for fear of destroying his experiments, but a lightning blast from
Seanan's staff turned his large scale alchemy experiments into mostly ashes
and fire. Finally, Maylstrom let loose all of his power and destroyed a
good portion of the great forest in which he resided. Smoke and ashes blew
into the horizon and was noticed by another red dragon. This one was large
for a dragon, even by today's standards but no where near the size of
Maylstrom. Soaring through the sky, Galeru saw the smoke rise from miles
away. The smoke had a unique darkness to it and Galeru knew that it had
come from dragon fire. He headed towards the devastation as quickly as he
could fly. A chain of colorful light left Seanan's staff and hit Maylstrom
in his wings binding Maylstrom down to the earth where he crashed with am
earthshaking thud. Maylstrom roared as his fire breath engulfed Seanan
where he stood. Maylstrom groaned as he saw a shield of light surrounding
Seanan blocking his fire attacks.
"Face it Maylstrom, this is the end." Seanan said plainly before zapping
Maylstrom's legs and arms with some unknown spell. Maylstrom's limbs fell
limp and the dragon laid on the earth unable to stand or claw at Seanan.
"If this is the way it must end, then this is the way it must end" Maylstrom
said with a sound of defeat in his voice. "Send me back, Seanan. Send me
home" he pleaded.
"You know I can't do that and you should know that I wouldn't. This is your
end" Seanan replied with almost a look of sadness in his old voice. "You've
brought enough pain to this world in our time and in this one. It's over."
Seanan raised his staff and concentrated on the spell he was about to
perform. Maylstrom began to mutter a spell of his own and both realized
that they were in a war of words. Both spoke quickly, Seanan in an old
forgotten language and Maylstrom in his dragon tongue.
Maylstrom seemed to have finished his spell in a very short instant before
Seanan did and energy from both beings collided forcing a grand explosion
that cleared more than 80 acres of forest. The force of the blast sent
Galeru spiraling out of control towards the earth. He regained composure
and maintained flight only a few hundreds yards from hitting the ground. He
gained altitude and waited for the dust to settle. 30 minutes passed by
before Galeru landed.
All around him were various pieces of the former great red dragon. No
trees, grass or plants had survived the explosion. All that lay around
Galeru were small parts of Maylstrom and the limp corpse like form of Seanan
who had somehow managed to remain in one piece, despite his long beard and
his robes being burned and tattered. Oddly enough, a sack strapped to
Seanan's back remained unmarred.
Galeru reached for the sack only to pull back as if his hand were being sent
through excruciating pain. He leaned his head down towards Seanan and saw
that this old man was breathing, although barely. "Not all treasures
sparkle" Galeru said to himself with a slight smile. Galeru picked up
Seanan's limp body in one clawed hand and leapt up into the sky.
Writer: Scorn
Date Wed Dec 6 13:38:03 2006
To all
Subject Seanan Stormwind, Master of the Conclave, Deceased
Seanan opened his eyes widely as if he were waking up from a bad dream.
Looking around he quickly realized two very drastic changes. He was no
longer is the red dragon's liar and he no longer felt as if he were dying.
In fact, he felt quite wonderful. Looking around he saw that he was in some
sort of void. A flat grey ground with absolutely no vegetation nor anything
surrounded him. The sun and moons were nonexistent and a bluish darkness
surrounded everything. The absence of sound was both comforting and eerie
to this old mage. Seanan looked around in all directions for the first time
in his life; he had no idea where he was.
His staff and his backpack were gone and his golden robes of the conclave
had been replaced by a simple grey cotton shirt and grey cotton pants.
His pointy hat and shoes were also gone, but his recently frayed beard was
back to normal.
"Am I dead?" Seanan said out loud not expecting any answer. After all,
there was nothing but ground as far as his eyes could see.
"Szarveenik!" Seanan said while holding out a hand. Nothing happened.
"SZARVEENIK!" Seanan said louder with his hand out stretched. Puzzled,
Seanan sat on the ground.
"My magic. Its gone" the old man said sadly.
"You'll find that magic does not work here, especially for the dead" a voice
behind him said in a sad tone.
Seanan turned around to see a young noble looking man with long black hair
wearing black robes. His skin was pale and his expressions seemed very
genuine.
"You will find that nothing of what you were remains. This is what is left
of you and this is your destiny for the rest of eternity. To walk this
realm alone" the man said, again with sadness in his voice that made Seanan
feel as if this news troubles this man as much as it did to Seanan himself.
"Who are you?" Seanan asked. "How did I die? Was I eaten by Galeru? Did
that red beast feast upon what was left of me?"
"You died from the wounds you obtained from the incident with Maylstrom.
You laid in Galeru's lair for a week and then your body gave out and you
died. The Dragon did not eat you." The man said while studying Seanan's
face. "Galeru was merely acting to his nature, seeking a few easy jeweled
eggs in return for finding you helpless and then returning you your towers,
but your mages did not want you back."
"That can not be." Seanan said in disbelief. "They wouldn't."
"They did betray you, Seanan. They did indeed. A few offered the dragon
the eggs but only in return for your books and not for you. Others said
they would only help if the Gods themselves told them too and even then,
they undermined you by stating they wish for the red to eat you and that you
were not around the towers enough to baby sit them. They wanted you to die,
and so you did. In fact, their leaders stated publicly that they would
celebrate your death as if you were a tyrant whom had spent your days razing
their villages and killing their families."
Seanan's old eyes grew wide. "But I was there to help them! I taught them
the ways of Battle Magic!! I had EIGHT other schools of magic to teach
them, not to mention many more spells to within their own schools to show
them! Why would they do this to me? After all I have seen and sacrificed
to make them better and to prepare them for what is to come? How could they
betray me? How?"
The pale man smirked. "Old one, the Conclave is not what it was in your
day. They are their own worse enemy. Politics takes the place of common
goals and egos take the place of a passion for magic and arrogance takes the
place of worship. My mother could go and on about this very topic."
"Your mother?" Seanan asked cautiously.
"Drakkara" stated the man. "My mother is Drakkara. We aren't exactly on
the best of terms right now, before you start asking."
"So you are Malachive then?" Seanan asked.
Malachive grinned. "I am. And I came here to see you off. You are one of
the most powerful wizards in the history of the world, Seanan, and to be
honest I was flattered to learn that you came to this time to defeat me.
Unlike those in the Conclave, I recognize and appreciate one who made
themselves as powerful as you."
Seanan sat and said nothing. He looked off into the nothingness with a
blank stare before uttering "You've no reason to flatter me, Malachive." A
single tear fell down the old mans face. "Do not be sad, old one."
Malachive said with a look of concern. "I too used to live among the
Conclave and I too was unwelcome there, despite my mother's wishes. So now,
I live in hiding, slowly planning, slowly building, slowly preparing for
what is to come. It is a shame you won't be there to see it."
The words rang through Seanan's head. His pain turned to anger and his face
flushed with a bright redness.
"It's a fact, Seanan. I am not saying such things to sting you."
Malachive leaned down and studied Seanan's face. His face was red; his eyes
were wide and teary. If Seanan were alive, one would worry that he was
having a stroke.
"What are you thinking, old one?" Malachive asked politely.
Seanan turned and looked Malachive eye to eye. "I can't believe this is how
it is to end for me, after all I have done! How dare those ungrateful
little bastards betray their robes and betray me, the only man who could
place them back at their previous glory!! If there is a way out of this
realm, I will find it and when I do, I will tear down those towers brick by
brick by brick by brick!!!!"
Malachive smiled. "I made the same vow myself, you know. When they
unwelcomed me, so I understand your thoughts Seanan. It's a shame too,
because like it or not, you are dead. Not even I can restore you to your
mortal form."
"My mortal form was weak anyway!" Seanan said, again staring out into the
nothing. "Even if I could go back as a powerless small child, I would find
a way to get my revenge! Those ungrateful bastards deserve what they have
coming to them and I want to not only be there to see it, I want to help!"
"Are you asking me for help?" Malachive said, almost grinning.
"I'm no spring grasshopper." Seanan replied. "I know what I'm getting
myself into and I know that I've lost favor with Sebatis over the last year
or I wouldn't be stuck in this Abyss. But what I know more than anything
else is that those bastards in the towers are going to pay for what they did
to me. They deserve everything they are going to get and I am going to make
them and the moons pay! If you want my soul for servitude, then you have
it! If it's either waste away here shunned by every one that I had
dedicated my life for and go seek revenge, then I demand revenge!"
Malachive's grin left his face. Muttering "Mother, forgive me" to himself,
he placed his hand on Seanan's shoulder and spoke softly.
"Old one, I did not want to see you robbed of your dignity any way. You and
I will walk the world together and I will see that you have your chance to
get your revenge. But understand that by placing yourself under my will,
you will cease to feel things as you have. You will cease to taste things
they way you have and you will have to live with the orders in which I give
without regret. A better tomorrow awaits all of us if we are only willing
to make the tough choices of today. The world below is vile and ugly and
only with strength and control can we make it a better place."
"What's to become of me?" Asked Seanan. "Am I to be transformed into a
demon?"
"A demon?" Malachive chuckled. "You confuse me for my father for I control
no demons. Just consider yourself an agent of Malachive. "Let us begin our
journey."
In a blink, Seanan was in a new place. His clothes had been replaced with
long grey robes. At his feet laid his own corpse, along side of it was his
backpack and his staff. Reaching down, he picked up his back pack and his
staff. He noticed the aches and pains of his normal movements were still
completely gone. Physically, he felt young again.
Looking around, Seanan realized that he had died in what was an abandoned
ruby mine. He made his way to the entrance only to be met at the door by a
rather large red dragon.
Galeru stood poised for battle. He swiped a claw at Seanan only to have his
entire arm jolt from whatever barrier that was protecting Seanan.
"To kill you now would be to kill a fly, simply for flying." Seanan said.
"It is not my job to change the nature of a Red Dragon."
Galeru looked at Seanan perplexed as Seanan walked past him, unconcerned.
Turning as if Seanan had just realized he forgot something, he looked at
Galeru.
"However, since we now share some common enemies."
Seanan raised his staff into the air and a blue bolt of energy passed from
the staff into Galeru. Galeru's muscles grew and hardened. His claws
extended and his fangs grew jagged edges between the teeth.
Galeru looked down at his arms, claws and felt his fangs. He looked back to
Seanan, but Seanan was gone. Galeru strolled back into his lair and looked
at his reflection in a pool of standing water.
What he saw was something Galeru had never seen before upon his face. A
grin.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Jan 12 14:31:46 2007
To all
Subject The Warning
There stood a single depressed soul in this icy fortress. He watched on
as his army repaired their weapons in the various blacksmith stations around
the fortress. Walking casually around he saw his armor smiths building and
repairing the ebony armor that he himself had designed. Abhorrant like
horns were used as a design across all of the armies breastplates. Other
men were busy creating the siege machines while a circle of what looked like
something similar to mages sat in a circle around the mage who had recently
become famous in a time that was not his own. Seanan pulled up the robe
from his arm and cut it, allowing the blood to pour over his arm. His
students were awestruck at whatever he was teaching them.
The fortress' mood in general was very chipper. After all, they had all
witnessed an Abhorrant single handedly torturing and killing a full grown
Brass dragon that very evening. There's nothing quite as fulfilling for an
army than a display of sheer power. But to Malachive, something was not
right. Although his plans were coming into fruition, he did not feel
anything good or bad. He was completely empty.
He strolled down into his chambers and laid down in his bed, his eyes wide
awake as he stared at his ceiling.
"I can no longer read your thoughts" a female voice said softly. "And you
look much different than before, more like an attractive human instead of a
half Abhorrant beast. The horns were not a good look for you."
Malachive sat up and stared at his mother, who had not aged a day since he
last saw her years ago.
"I know" Malachive said calmly.
"Do not alert anyone to my presence here, Malachive, the Abhorrants would be
less than kind if they I know I walked in their fortress" Drakkara said. "I
wasn't exactly the most hospitable person when they walked Algoron all those
years ago."
"It's MY fortress, mother." Malachive said.
"Ah, of course it is" Drakkara responded with a sarcastic tone to match her
sarcastic smile.
"What do you want?" Malachive asked.
"I have some concerns and I also bring to you a warning" Drakkara stated.
"What you are allowing, even encouraging Seanan to do is both dangerous and
very disrespectful towards me. I want you to stop it. Stop it now!"
Drakkara glared at Malachive with her eyes warning that at any moment, she
could explode in anger.
"What is the matter, mother? Are you afraid that mortals will learn that
there is magic available in this world that doesn't require your permission
to exist?" Malachive said with a smile. He said this knowing full well
that his words would strike a nerve.
"That's NOT magic!" Drakkara said loudly. "It's a perversion. It's an
abomination! You have no idea what you are doing and I can't always protect
you from"
"Protect me?" Malachive interrupted angrily. "Where were you when I was
stolen from the heavens to be raised by mortals? Where were you when my
real moth.... The woman who loved and raised me died and left me here
alone? Where were you when I fell in love only to have them snatched away
by IDIOCY? Where were you when I couldn't control my power and was made an
outcast by all who knew me? Where were you when your very own tower of
magic barred me from living there? Protect me? Do I look like I need your
protection? I do not need anything from you!"
"Is that a fact?" Drakkara asks using her calm voice once again.
"That is a fact!" Malachive stated boldly.
"Well thenat least I tried" Drakkara said before staring at Malachive as if
she were trying to memorize his face. "We won't see each other again" she
added. "What?" Malachive asked quickly.
"The Gods have met, Malachive. All of them. You are exiled and will stay
on Algoron for your remaining days" She said with almost sadness in her
voice.
"When have I ever left?" Malachive replied sarcastically.
"There's more. And I assume they knew I would tell you this, but consider
it a mother's final act to protect her son. They will be sending someone to
kill you." Drakkara said with full seriousness.
Malachive stared at Drakkara a moment before speaking. "Who?"
"I don't know. They won't tell me. I can only tell you who it is not, and
that is me and Taliena. We both protested. No one else did. Not even
Kadiya, and of course not even your father. The things you are doing is of
great risk to the world that we built and the Abhorrants presence here is
beyond .. Insulting. Do you have any idea how many of us died to those
beasts before we won that war? One already came very close to killing
Cliath! Not that we would miss him, but who would they go after next? They
will turn on you one day Malachive and you will not see it coming if you do
not open your eyes. You are the only one who walks this world that can kill
them and that doesn't make them your servants, it makes them fear you and
it's only a matter of time before they kill you."
Malachive stared at his mother without even a blink. "I can handle the
Abhorrants. But if I am to be outcast from the other gods and assassinated,
then so be it. But you tell them this, you tell them to come to me. Tell
them to come to me and be prepared for a war unlike they ever could have
imagined. I will not go quietly. And if they dare attempt this, they
better do the job well because I will become their worst fears. I will
become even your worst fear. You tell them."
Drakkara looked at Malachive and nodded. "Malachive, I wish things could
have been different. I really do."
In a blink, Drakkara was gone and Malachive stood in his room alone. For
the first time since he started his campaign, he felt something. Fear ran
through him like a cold wind. War was upon him much faster than he had
anticipated and this time, it wouldn't start with his armies. Malachive
stormed quickly out of his room. The Abhorrants would need to know that
they could expect a God coming to visit.
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Jan 16 13:30:01 2007
To all
Subject Planning the Mission
"Austinian, you must cooperate. Come back to the meeting. We must see
this thing through" Kwainin pleaded.
"Are you actually agreeing with him?" Austinian was uncharacteristically
livid. "If we let Fatale walk Algoron, you know that the murder will not
stop with Malachive. He will set forth upon a killing spree unlike the
world has never known! You know that, Kwainin, you KNOW what would happen."
Kwainin looked back at Austinian and made no effort to speak. "Would
happen, Kwainin, not could. Would." Austinian added. "We will never get
through this day" Kwainin said with a hint of distress in his voice. "We
will never all three be in agreement."
"That is why you must decide" Austinian responded. "Decide for us all.
Pick one of us from each pantheon and let it begin."
Kwainin chuckled. "You know as well as I do that he will never agree to
that. He hascontrol issues to say the least."
"Well he's not in control! The last I checked, we were all three equals
although I admit that it is regrettable on most occasions. We must come to
some sort of agreement, but I will not allow Fatale to be chosen to freely
walk Algoron!" Austinian argued.
"Gods have walked on Algoron without permission for as long as I can
remember" Kwainin added.
Austinian interrupted "Yes, and they mess something up each and every time.
Fatale in particular is forbidden to go in person. There is no reason any
of us can not do our duties the way we always have, through the use of
avatars or images or even possession. Why do we have churches and Angels,
Demons and the Balanx if we have to go deliver our messages in person?"
"You are rambling, brother." Kwainin interrupted in return. "No Angel,
Demon or an entire kingdom can kill Malachive any more. It must be one of
us, and who better than Fatale? He may even kill all of the Abhorrants
while he is there and you know that is an issue we need to look to as well."
"He will kill an entire continent as well and he'll give it only a mere
passing thought and what is to stop him there? Oh yes, now I remember, me
or one of my sons and daughters. By sending Fatale, we risk a full scale
God war! I will not allow it. I will not agree!" Austinian said loud
enough for Necrucifer to hear him from the next room.
"There is only one solution then" Kwainin said. "You will choose the god of
his pantheon to go and he will choose yours."
Austinian looked at Kwainin and paused. "And what of yours? We agreed one
from each of us."
"I'm the God of Balance!" Kwainin said with a smile. "I don't need either
of you to remain objective."
Austinian sighed. "I hate this. I want nothing to do with it, but yet I do
concede that my own actions has caused this to transpire. I should be the
one to fix this, yet we've been through the reasons why none of us three
should go a million times."
Austinian paused and sighed again. "Fine. I will agree to your solution
with one condition. He may not choose my wife and I will not choose his.
Taliena will be spared from doing what it would crush her to do and Drakkara
will not be asked to kill her own child."
Kwainin smiled. "Well then, it is agreed. Let us get see if he agrees and
get this over with."
The two Gods entered the white marble courtyard where they were meeting.
Not another soul was in sight and no sounds interrupted them.
A dark scowled expression adorned Necrucifers face, but that was not
unusual. His mood was always bad and he was always looking for a reason to
fight.
"I agree" he said simply just as Kwainin began to speak.
Kwainin turned and looked at Austinian with a surprised expression.
"I guess there's not hiding any conversation from you, is there?" Kwainin
said. "Very well, you will choose each others child to carry forth this
mission and then I will choose last. Necrucifer, I think you should choose
first."
Necrucifer grinned. "My answer would not change first nor second. I choose
Kadiya."
Austinian's eye brows raised and his mouth opened in fury. "What? Why?
She is the LEAST capable of this mission!! Choose someone who will not
carry any baggage from this mission Necrucifer, do not choose her!"
Necrucifer smiled as if he enjoyed Austinian's reaction. "She is the
Goddess of peace is she not? She knows more than anyone the cost of
failure. It won't hurt her to get her hands a little dirty."
Austinian walked towards Necrucifer swiftly but Kwainin caught him by his
robes. "Brother, calm yourself, we all agreed to these rules. You knew the
risk."
"I didn't think he would carry his vendetta against me this far! He should
have chosen Nadrik and he knows that!"
Necrucifer suddenly look bored. "You complain a lot. You ever notice
that?"
Austinian stared at Necrucifer as if he could burn Necrucifer from the
inside out.
"Let's get our choices over with so I can back to being evil" Necrucifer
said almost with a chuckle. Austinian pushed Kwainin's hands off of him and
straightened out his robe. 'Have it your way. After all, its your sons
murder we are planning."
His words did not affect Necrucifer at all. He merely shrugged.
"I choose Devion." Austinian said plainly.
Kwainin looked at Austinian with surprise. "And you complained about his
choice? What a team of Assassins that is, Kadiya and Devion!" He said
sarcastically. "One will try to reason with Malachive while the other ties
his boot straps together in hoping that he'll trip and fall his way to
death!
Austinian crossed his arms. "Its not like I have a lot of options.
Disease, Murder, Rage. I'd rather send mischief to Algoron than any of
those others. Besides, he is least likely to harm Kadiya himself."
"Kadiya is more capable than you give her credit for, although who can blame
a protective father?" Kwainin stated. "The last choice is mine and I guess
it should be no surprise that I choose the first competent person for this
mission."
Necrucifer and Austinian both looked at Kwainin as they awaited his
decision. Kwainin enjoyed having their undivided attention for the first
time in years.
"I'm sending Raije."
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Feb 15 13:02:59 2007
To all
Subject Preparing for the Assasination
Devion stood with his arms crossed. Normally he'd be seen smiling and
laughing, usually with that mischievous smile upon his face that all other
Gods had grown used to seeing. But today, his arms were crossed and the
look of concentration was adorned on his face.
"Scared, Devion?" A woman's voice said lightly.
Devion looked over to see Kadiya looking as beautiful as ever. She wore
white robes with a gold and blue trim shaped around her delicate features.
Her hair was long and exceptionally curly and few had a face that rivaled
hers. Devion had always enjoyed looking at Kadiya for obvious reasons.
"Of course not" Devion said as that familiar smile broadened his face.
Devion had a huge smile that Kadiya secretly admired. "After all, Raije is
going with us."
Kadiya looked at him and raised her eyebrows as she shrugged.
Devion looked surprised. "Oh come on! It's Raije! The God of War!?
You've seen him in action, right? The guy is an absolute MONSTER! I have
no intention of doing anything while we are there except to maybe go to a
pub and get involved in some of the mortal excitement there."
"That's not our orders." Kadiya said in protest.
Devion rolled his eyes. "Our orders are to assassinate Malachive. Yes, I
know. I heard the speech. It bored me. Here is my plan. We all go down,
I get ale. Raije goes to war. Raije kills everyone. I finish my ale,
maybe I visit a few of my favorite people and make a few new giants, if you
know what I am saying", Devion pauses as he winks at Kadiya who in return
rolls her eyes, "and then we come home. You should go with me! I know a
great place in New Thalos!"
"And leave Raije to do all the dirty work himself?" Kadiya asks.
Devion raises his voice almost to an argumentative tone "You've met Raije!
He won't even notice. The guy is salivating at the thought of getting to
wipe out a God as it is. Why take away his fun? Besides, you hate war and
violence and all that."
"Yes, and I hate it enough to go do this so that our entire world won't have
war in every single corner of it", Kadiya responded. "This is not some
cheap excuse to go grab some ale and mingle with the mortals; this is about
stopping devastation before it occurs. This is no joke, Devion, this is
serious." Kadiya began to walk away from Devion as she was already
disgusted with his attitude concerning the mission.
"Alright Kadiya, lookwaitjust wait." Devion's expression changed to a
serious one. "Look, I was just asked to murder my brother, ok? Can you
even imagine if that were asked of you? That's not easy for me. I know I
joke around a lot. Hell, I am labeled the famous 'God of Mischief' aren't
I? You try living up to that! I have to make appearances, cause some
trouble, swap married people out of their beds in the middle of the night.."
Kadiya giggled and said cautiously. "Oh my. Have you really done that?"
She stood half smiling, half disgusted.
Devion smiled and paused. "Never let it be said that the Gods of Algoron
don't have a sense of humor. After all, wasn't it Kwainin who stationed his
Balanx behind that waterfall in Althainia?"
Kadiya laughed. "I highly doubt it" she replied.
Devion smiled. "Well, that was the word on the streets of Althainia, any
way. I have no idea how that rumor started, of course."
Kadiya laughed again. "I just bet you don't."
Devion smiled as he looked at Kadiya and then, once again, he became
serious. "Please, don't take me for all of the hype. This will not be easy
on me, and I'd just like to have some fun before we get started. Give me
one day?" Kadiya studied his face and smiled. "I'll never trust you,
Devion, God of Mischief. But one day of fun you shall have, but under two
conditions."
"Name them" Devion said.
"One, you can't injure any one" Kadiya said only to be interrupted by
Devion.
"Done! And two?"
"Two, I get to go with you. Someone needs to keep an eye on you" Kadiya.
Said with a smile.
Devion smiled. "Shall we then? Raije can catch up, I'll send word to him
where we shall meet at."
Kadiya nodded and then two vanished from the room.
Writer: Scorn
Date Sat Apr 7 18:46:38 2007
To all
Subject The Great Galley's Demise - Farewell to the SS Grudgebearer
Waves smashed against the hull of the great galley the SS Grudgebearer.
It hung low in the water as though it struggled for purchase against great
white capped mountain slopes which heaved chaoticly in the madness that was
the Beleg-luin Aelin. Water hit is port side tilting the great troop
transport dangerously. Clinging white knuckled with sheer panic its captain
tried desperately to right the vessel.
"Wheres tha damn Duergan wizard!" He bellowed as another wave rose and fell
across the deck several crewmen clung desperately to ropes, rail, rigging
and crates trying with all their mortal might to stay aboard ship.
Clenching his teeth in fury, he continued his tirade, "ain't tha sod 'spose
te 'ave ah handle on this sh..." His words were lost again to another
thuderous collapse of wave against the deck.
Sputtering he held tight to the wheel but the weather had slicked wood and
strength was waning. Thrown to the deck he fought back panic as he crashed
against the railing water rising up to meet him only to pull away as the
ship lurched drunkenly the oposite direction. Finding his legs once more he
made for the wheel climbing the angle back to his post, "Tha... Tha
hatches! Get tha hatches lad, AHN FIND MEA THA DAMN WIZARD!" Bellowing
with all he had over the din of Turpa's wrath.
A crewman clinging nodded and yelled back," Sar, tha mangy cur made... Made
fer shore, Sar! Took ah life boat ahn ah crewmen!"
The captain cursed loud and long, "tha hatches then, or wea'll bea abandon'n
this death trap! Get below ye slags! Wea gotta bea take'n on water by now!
Get to tha-" his voice was cut off one more time as another wave caught the
ship and washed him clear of the wheel again.
The crewman needed no more prompting he half ran and half crawled to the
nearest, flapping rediculously in the wild wind. Catching it with a firm
hand and pinning it down with a knee he roared a warning to those below.
The next wave splintered timber and send rigging flailing, washing tons of
water across deck the lad had only enought time to sucking in a lungful of
breath before he was hit and sent into a deadfall below deck. Followed by a
great gush of water to trail down behind him.
"Cliath's bloodae beard!" The captain swore as he witnessed the carnage on
deck. As his oath trailed out his vission was met with horror as the ship
once again pitched hard the cracking of wood and the sudden movement then
heart wrenching stop as the ship tilted lazily to the side. Even a dwarven
captain knew when a ship had struck an imoveable object. As he collected
his wits he realized the inevitable. They'd not just run aground but they
were sinking fast as the powerful surt yanked them off the underwater
obsticle preparing to lay them to waist once more. He bellowed his last
order, "Abandon ship! Every man fer 'ims..." Before the words had even
passed his lips he stared in almost wonderment as the mainmast began its
slow decent to smash fully across the main deck pinning down at last the
hatches. There would be no escape from this watery grave for those below.
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue May 1 11:33:17 2007
To all
Subject The SS Grudgebearer
The gulls were making a racket. They were a fickle lot, no matter how
good it was they always complained. The young lad of the MacAllen clan
followed their obnoxious cries. The wind had howled all through the night,
a great storm had raged for hours just off the coast. They always moved,
but this one did not. It stayed put, it had a purpose in its devilry. His
father told his son that night to not even look in its direction, less it
bring that evil down upon them as well. They were a relatively isolated
farm, times were harsh, war loomed and armies were on the march. However
that never dulled the sence of adventure a boy had, it certainly did not
dull the intrest of young Dreslic.
The young boy knew something waited, purhaps a great beast had washed up on
shore to attract such vast numbers of the flocking vermin. He upped his
gate to a jog, excitement gripped him at what treasures he might find,
perhaps a downed dragon or a beached whale. One thing was certain, the
gulls were feasting. So whatever it was, wasn't on the fight.
Coming to the crest of the cliffs he peered boldly over its nearly vertical
incline. Gulls scattered into the air as soon as he invaded their perches.
They waited for their turn below, which was still obscured by the white and
gray avians. It had become known to him though right away, this was a ship
wreck. Pieces jutted up out of the water off shore, lumber floated, barrels
and crates sat lazily in the water lapping at the receeded beach.
Quickly young Dreslic found what he was looking for, the well hidden path
down to the rocky beachhead, it was a path his sister and he often used when
the tide was low, as it was now. Much to the ire of their mother who was
far to often dispatched to retrieve them when their makebelieve adventures
kept them until dusk.
Soon he found his way carefully down with the dexterity of youth. The gull
squawked in protest at his intrustion but never the less gave way to his
undaunted curiosity. He pushed forward pausing long enough to pick up a
haft of lumber. It was long and sturdy and he held it like a broadsword.
Instantly he felt he could take on a dark knight of Necrucifer or purhaps
even a dragon. Knowing the place well he did not bother to search up close
to the cliff. Any evidence there would be pulverised, the stone itself was
smooth and clean. Nothing but the staunchest barnicles clung to it in
places and deep recesses. So farther out he ventured the gulls rising like
a blanket to reveal the shore littered with debrie.
As he flipped timbers and kicked over a broken barrel he stepped back in
shock. A thick yet short fingered hand revealed itself underneath. Its arm
disapearing beneath another large set of timbers. He calmed himself and
looked back up to the cliff face wondering how long it'd take him to reach
it before the undead gobbled him up. Stealing his courage he gripped his
wooden sword and reached out with the tenderness of one expecting to be
burnt to the hand. Gingerly he touched it, it was cold clammy and dead. He
sat back suddenly when his probing forced a crab to skuttle out from beneath
it.
Swallowing hard he braced himself again and reached for the underside of the
planking and heaved flipping it over with his eyes clenched tight and then
dancing backward several steps to get a head start on whatever lurked
beneath. Critters moved swiftly about no longer hidden delicacies for the
gulls they were easily now revealed. As well was revealed the pale face of
the peacefully dead dwarf dressed in military regalia bearing the well known
insignias of Thaxanos. Seeing quite enough, young Dreslic MacAllen
abandoned his makeshift sword and headed for the trail as fast as his
althetic legs would allow. He had to tell someone, anyone and pray he
didn't get a beating for another tall tale like the last time.
As was feared, the dwarven war machine was on the march, it had reached the
shores of Icewall. And before the day was ended, those who would return
before the tide attempted to obliterate the rest of the wreck, it would be
confirmed that no force marched away from the beach. The word would spred,
the SS Grudgebearer went down. All hands to be lost.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Jun 18 12:10:03 2007
To all
Subject The Shalonesti Invasion of Thaxanos
Day 1: The Elvish Invasion of Thaxanos Begins.
My name is not important. The only relevance pertaining to myself with the
events that I am to share with the world is that I am Balanx, a recorder of
time and history. The events that I write actually happened and I write
this with total indifference to the events. As commanded, I simply record.
The Elven army had marched for more than a week to make it here. They were
met with no resistance. Only a single Thaxanos army unit was within sights,
but they returned to the mountain pursued for a short time by 3 heavily
armored mounted units with an enormous Shalonesti army close behind.
3 Dragons, 2 silver and 1 bronze are flying above the marching elves. One
can only speculate if all 3 dragons are here for the war or if they are here
just as I am, simply to speculate.
As the elves approach the mountain gate of Thaxanos, many speculate how this
battle will play itself out. The rumors of the Dwarven army being lost have
put most of the Dwarven citizens in despair. How can the Mountain Kingdom
defend itself against Dragons and a massive elvish assault with so few
rumored left to defend it? The only hope I see from the Dwarven citizens is
in the mountains natural defense and the Elvish lack of siege weapons.
The first acts of bloodshed have seemed minor in relevance to the war.
Three times now Ive seen brave but untrained Dwarvish citizens of Thaxanos
rush out to meet the Elven army by themselves. Whether these acts are in
desperation or somehow a patriotic brave act by these few Dwarves remains a
mystery. In either case, they met demise in 3 different ways.
The first was met with by a single elf, a Calvary commander by the name of
Rao'nael Shalonost. The dwarf had rushed him screaming with its axe high
above his head. Rao'nael, on his mount, rolled his eyes before charging the
dwarf and slashing the dwarf with his sword. I could not tell if the elf
was amazed at the dwarfs bravery and amused at the dwarfs foolishness.
The second was spotted by the bronze Dragon Tiaranenth as it circled above
scouting below. The bronze did not eat the Dwarf, but simply crushed it
upon landing. The third dwarf made it close to the elvish camp at nightfall
but was killed by an assortment of arrows from an elvish archery unit led by
Caridwen Sha'falas, a female wild elf.
The elves will reach the gate soon and I hall record that day in its
entirety.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Jun 18 15:52:27 2007
To all
Subject Day 2: The Elven Invasion of Thaxanos
Day 2. The Elven Invasion of Thaxanos.
This way a bloody day and if its a sign of times to come, this will be a
devastating war for both sides.
Todays events started without warning just before dawn. Dwarven artillery
bombarded the elvish camp from two separate locations. The surprised elves
took quite a beating as both rock and flaming rock rained down into their
camp.
A fatality of note was when a flaming boulder directly hit Shalonestis 4th
Mounted Sha'falas Calvary unit and wiped out 90% of its forces including its
leader, Rannick Sha'falas who died to wounds given by the smashing rocks.
The elven Calvary units were further damaged by an onslaught of Dwarvish
crossbow attacks by surrounding mountain cover. The 6th Mounted Sha'falas
Calvary unit was destroyed and scattered but its leader Arntral Sha'falas
escaped injury and gathered most of the horses that had escaped.
The elves quickly organized and went to meet the Dwarves catapults but were
met soon by advancing dwarven infantry, macemen and the dreaded dwarven axe
wielders.
As the bulk of the fighting began, it should be noted that one of the
catapult positions was destroyed by the Silver Dragon Solvaryn. It is
apparent that these Dragons of good are here to fight the Dwarves and assist
in the invasion of Thaxanos.
The other catapult position was destroyed by a group of Shalonesti Knights
led by Galenthas Shalonost and assisted by his second in command, Tiernyn
Shalonost.
Fighting ensued for a good 30 minutes with the only units to be completely
decimated were the 2nd Elvish Pikes who were defeated by the Dwarf Belain
and his group of axe wielders, and the Dwarvish Calvary known as the Xoxx
3rd Wayfinders who were destroyed by Elrei Sha'enrass 1st Elven Pikes.
The elves gained the upper hand and the Dwarves retreated towards their
mountain city gates.
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Dec 20 13:47:58 2007
To all
Subject The Gods Have Landed
Devion and Kadiya walked in Algoron. Upon appearing at the base of a pub
in a small town outside of Arkane, both looked uneasy.
"Its weird knowing we can die here" Devion said without emotion.
"Oh quit it" replied Kadiya. "You wanted to have your day of fun and here
we are as I am sure you have been many times before."
Devion nodded quietly.
"How do I look?" Kadiya asked.
"You are glowing." Devion responded.
"Aww, thanks" Kadiya responded with a smile.
"No, seriously. You are literally glowing and the last time I checked,
mortals dont glow. Well want to blend in." Devion stated.
Kadiya did have a strong white glow about her but she willed herself to stop
all the while looking embarrassed.
"Sorry about that" she said sheepishly. "Are you ready to go in and get your
ale?"
"Hell yes I am" Devion said with that all too familiar devilish grin dashing
across his handsome face.
As the two Gods strolled up to the pub, a rather large human flew out of the door
before collapsing on the ground in front of the two Gods. Obviously very intoxicated,
he looked up at them and smiled before spilling the contents of his stomach all over
the cobblestone street.
"Ah yes.now I remember why we made mortals" Devion said sarcastically.
Kadiya looked at the man with concern, but said nothing to him. "That will be you
in a short while" she said to Devion. "But something does concern me. Do you
think Malachive knows we are here?"
"No way. But Raije did insist on having his Balanx scout the area and I must admit,
I have demon nearby keeping watch as well. So relax, well be fine." Devion smiled
at Kadiya as he spoke which seemed to make her uneasy.
"You have your demon Gohrlex nearby? I guess I should tell you then so there is no
troublemy Angel Araaduli is here as well."
Devion laughed. Well, at least we were all thinking the same thing. Lets go have fun!
I hope you have not forgotten how to dance!"
"I am pretty sure I invented dancing, which you will soon enough realize" Kadiya said with
a smile as the two walked into the pub.
Not far behind them lurked a huge black furred Minotaur with a huge white scar cut down his
left eye. Dressed in full black plate armor that seemed to make no noise, he watched the
pub from the outside. Crossing his arms and grunting, Raije was becoming very impatient
with this colossal waste of time.
Writer: Scorn
Date Sat Jan 5 00:18:43 2008
To all
Subject The Push into Thaxanos
I write, as all Balanx do, only to state facts and record a history as to
what occurred here. These events are real and while I could not gather
every detail, I have made every effort to piece this long drawn out battle
together to best of my ability. The Events of this battle which I shall
call "The Push into Thaxanos" I will describe with as much detail as I can.
For months now, the elvish siege of the Dwarven gates had been kept mostly
to a stalemate with neither side making much of a push in either direction.
The Dwarves seemed almost content to leave Elves at their gate, killing
whatever few they could
any given day while the Shalonesti resolve remained firm. Besides, the
elves had not managed to stop the influx of goods through the Thaxanos
ports. Somehow, the dwarves still had good ways to get into and out of
their mountain mostly undetected by their ancient enemies.
Today however, everything changed.
Recently, the Dwarves had a revolt of sort and the citizens murdered their
Mul queen after the Mul refused to step down from power. The Elves saw this
as a good sign and decided to step up their attacks. Shalonestis first plan
was to capture the Thaxanos port.
Two Shalonesti Heavy Cruisers hit the Dwarven port hard sinking a Great
Galley as well as bombarding everything in sight. The ship "Silver Moon"
was credited with sinking the Galley. The Silver Moon was captained by
Jasuin Shaqelas and the first
officer Orathael Shaqelas. The other Heavy Cruiser named "Forest Dawn" was
captained by Hydraurin Shaqelas and the first officer Aeabyne Shatavas,
which landed a direct hit on Thaxanos Xoxx 4th Wayfinder Company, killing
all of the Infantry
stationed there including its Hill Dwarven Commander Arngrimr.
The Shalonesti Kingdom had finally taken control of the Thaxanos port.
Shalonesti then attempted the push to get inside of the massive Thaxanos
mountain, but found the task more difficult than expected as the Dwarves had
barricaded their already impressive doors with various large objects
including a massive Dwarven
battle ram. The Elves lost their battering ram when oil and then a flaming
arrow lit the contraption ablaze. The Elves sent in their Dragons, 2
silvers named Jhtalith and Solvaryn and a Bronze Dragon named Tiaranenth to
obtain entry.
The three Dragons broke away half of the door and destroyed the massive
Dwarvish battering ram in the process.
The Kexrar 2nd Dark Legion, infantry commanded by the Dark Dwarf Skolla
Hecate had set a trap from the first dragon to enter the mountain, which was
the Silver dragon Jhtalith. The Dwarves had constructed an enormous metal
chained net that fell from the high mountain ceilings. The net was weighed
down by several tons of mountain rock. The Silver Dragon was trapped in the
metal netting while the Baewar Second Brigade (Axe Wielders) stormed the
Dragon, slicing it until death. The final cut was to the dragons neck and
was delivered by the Axe Wielders commander, the Hill Dwarf Belain.
The Dwarves had a catapult armed and at the ready when the other two dragons
made entry. The catapult hit the Bronze dragon directly with a large
concoction of flaming material. One saying was made famous today as the
Bronze dragon Tiaranenth burned. This was spoken by the commander of the
1st Anarath Infantry, the Mountain Dwarf Kogard who said "HURRY UP AND KILL
ALL OF THAE ELVES LADS, FOR WE BAE HAVING ROAST DRAGON FOR DINNER TONIGHT!"
The burning dragon perished quickly along with the aid of the Mountain Dwarf
Ungard and his Infantry command, the Xaprar Second Brigade.
With two dragons already slain, the remaining Silver Dragon Solvaryn turned
its attention to the catapult which helped kill the Bronze dragon. Solvaryn
inhaled deeply and unleashed a massive cone of cold air that froze the
catapult solid for a moment before it cracked and fell to pieces. As the
dragon turned to find its next target, it saw from the corner of its eye
something large moving at it which turned out to be a second Dwarven battle
ram that slammed into the Dragon, sending it flying out of the Dwarven gates
and back into the masses of stunned Elves.
The Dwarves were inspired by the defeat of the three dragons and further
more by the sure death of two of the Wyrms and decided to storm out of the
mountain to attack the sieging elves. Dwarves poured out of the mountain by
the hundreds and collided with the prepared elves.
The loss of life in the next few moments was difficult to calculate, but
here are the notable deaths.
The Shalonesti 1st Elvish Macemen were defeated and killed by the Thaxanos
Kings own regiment, the Anarath 1st Ironebreakers. The Mountain Dwarf King
Grumf and his first officer, the mountain dwarf Mackraken killed the leader
of the 1st Elvish macemen, Alisette Shafalas and her first officer the wild
elf Risa, both of whom were bashed in the head until death.
The 1st Elvish Crossbows and its commander the Shalonesti Elf Eleniel
Shafalas, were destroyed by the Xoxx 1st Wayfinders Company whos infantry
was led by the Hill Dwarfs Drolloc and seconded by Thaelam. It should be
noted that Eleniel was killed by Drolloc himself when he smashed Eleniel
ribs to pieces with a large golden mace.
The 2nd Elvish Archers led by Zerana Shatavas destroyed the Nuexpar Phalanx
1st Company of Pikemen completely before being destroyed themselves by the
Kexrar Dark Legion led by the Dark Dwarf Dalwin. Zelana was beheaded by
Dalwin whom kept her head as a trophy.
The elvish Wizard Narada and the Cleric Nami were both slain by the Baewar
Second Brigade (Axe Wielders) led by their commander Belain.
As the Elves began to feel a sense of defeat, they seemed to make a turn
around led by their Knights and Calvary. The 3rd Mounted Shafalas led by
the Shalonesti Elf Raonael Shalonost and co-led by Faltin Shafalas stormed
through the Dwarven line and killed the Dwarvish Runemaster who had been
using his rune magic to keep the Dwarven front protected. It carried on and
routed the Neuxpar 1st Brigade which was led by the Hill Dwarf Mordin and
co-led by the Mul Hac, both of which perished toby Raonaels sword as their
mounts pushed through their command. The 3d Mounted Shafalas had changed
the tides of battle before the Nuexpar Phalax 2nd Company of Pikemen led by
the Mul Relkor made their way to the Elven Calvary and slew every elf and
horse in the 3rd Mounted Shafalas. It should be noted that the 3rd Mounted
Shafalass leader, Raonael Shalonost did indeed live thanks to the battle
field wizard Aeabyne who teleported into just in time to grab the elf and
teleport out.
The Silver Dragon Solvaryn which had spent most of the battle stunned due to
getting slammed by the Dwarven Battle Ram, awoke and made the groggily
decision to unleash a massive cloud of paralyzing gas onto the battle
grounds, leaving most of both armies unable to move. The dragon was
obviously still stunned and lacked the mental capacity to do much else other
than to wander off to safety.
The Dwarves who remained able to move used their time to move the helpless
back into the mountain while the elves moved their paralyzed to safety.
Both dwarven and elven dead littered the mountain side which made for a
morbid sunset this night. Who won this day is up for debate. The Dwarves
killed more Elves than Elves killed Dwarves. The Dwarves also slew two
dragons, which had their spirits high. The Elves however took the Dwarven
port and after more than 6 months had finally destroyed a good portion of
the Dwarven gate and now had an access point in which to attack Thaxanos
itself.
How both sides will react to this battle remains to be seen.
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