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Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Jul 29 12:39:38 2008
To all
Subject The Death of a God (part 1)
Raije stood upon the mountain and looked down into the frozen encampment.
Signs of Malachive were everywhere from the banner that rose from the camp
to the disorder and arguing of the mortal soldiers below. Raije was not
impressed.
"The son of Necrucifer knows not what hes doing with this army" Raije said
as he rolled his eyes.
"You dont think anyone knows what theyre doing" a smiling Kadiya responded.
"Not when it comes to war" said Devion with a smirk. "Whats the plan,
almighty war master and beater of vicious bad soldiers.. Raije?" Devion
was almost sarcastic in his question, but not in a manner that would have
prompted a response from the God of War.
"Its simple. You guys distract the Abhorrants. I kill Malachive." Raije
was melodic in his response. This was business as usual for him and he
showed no emotion. "Like hell well distract the Abhorrants" Devion replied
with a nervious look upon his face.
"Whats the matter? Scared of a little Abhorrant?" Kadiya asked with a
smile.
"Yes!" Devion shouted without hesitation. "Do I need to remind you about
all of the Gods who have passed before us to their hands? Do I need to
remind you what those beings are capable of?" Kadiya frowned. "It should
have been Nadrik" Devion frowned at the mention of Nadik, his look almost
interrupting Kadiyas sentence.
".. And Fatale who went on this mission with Raije. I admit that. But
Raije knows whats best to accomplish this mission and all of the Gods and
yes, even our mortals are depending on us. Let us do as Raije wishes and
let us go home so that our world doesnt destroy itself in the name of one
out casted young God."
"Then lets get this over with" Devion replied looking very nervous. "But
not without some help." The demon Gohrlex was summoned followed by the
Angel Araadul.
"There is no need for your Balanx today" said Devion. "We need fighters,
not librarians."
Raije didnt look Devions way before responding. "Amethenius is here. He
watches. He records."
Devion rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Hes probably out betting on your Clan
Wars event."
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Jul 29 17:14:09 2008
To all
Subject The Death of a God (part 2)
The attack upon the camp went as Raije had planned it. The armies of
Malachive that tried to protect him fell to Kadiyas Angel Araadul and to
Devions Demon Gohrlex, both of which were obviously upset at being around
each other.
Raije watched on. He showed no emotion.
Kadiya and Devion stood side by side, interfering in the battle only when
their servant became out numbered. Just when it seemed all was lost for
Malachives army, Malachive came out of hiding.
"And so this moment is finally upon us" Malachive said as if he had been
waiting for this to occur for a very long time. "I will not go willingly
and I will not go slowly. I hope you both know this."
Just as Malachive spoke, Raije stormed down the mountain towards him.
Malachives eyes grew from confident to fearful and he began to fumble his
next few words.
"Abohorrants, repay your debt to me! Attack these servant and these Gods
that oppose us!"
From the shadows appeared Deathmeere and the two other Abhorrants freed from
their prison only a few years ago.
The two Abhorrants attacked the Demon Gohrlex first. Deathmeere attacked
the Angel Araadul. The image of Deathmeere tearing off an Angels wings
before killing it easily for all of the Gladiator fans to see raced through
Kadiyas mind as she went toward Araadul trying to assist him in the battle
with Deathmeere, the most dangerous of the three Abhorrants.
Devion stood and watched. Malachive dissolved into the pile or snow in some
sort of transportation spell. Raije stopped and remained still looking
around as if he were about to get ambushed.
The battle with the Abhorrants was extremely one sided in favor of the
Abhorrants. The demon Gohrlex was getting completely obliterated by the
Abhorrants. Devion remained still and offered no aid to his demon. His
mind and thus his attention were on Kadiya who along with her Angel Araadul
were fighting for their lives against Deathmeere.
Deathmeere grabbed the angel by his wings and begin to tear as the Angel
shrieked out in agony. Kadiya closed her eyes and thrust her hands out
towards Deathmeere and a blinding light of white energy shot from her hands
into the Abhorrant Deathmeere. Deathmeere cradled down to one knee and then
turned translucent as the energy passed through him. Kadiya stopped and
looked just long enough for Deathmeere to turn solid and run upon Kadiya
sending a thundering punch to the Goddesses face, sending her to the ground.
Blood flowed from her nostrils.
"The Goddess Bleeds" Deathmeere said loudly. "She will die here today."
Deathmeere pounded his fists into Kadiyas face over and over as blood spat
over the Abhorrants arms and fists.
Devion watched and did nothing.
Deathmeere wrapped his hands around the Goddesses neck and began to squeeze
it, hoping to snap her neck.
Devion watched and did nothing but turned to see the Demon Gohrlexs back
being broken to the other two Abhorrants. As the demon died, Devion turned
his attention back to Kadiya.
"They call our kind the God slayers for a reason! You are mortal here upon
Algoron and you will die here today on Algoron!" Yelled Deathmeere.
Deathmeere lifted Kadiya into the air and with a great roar began to squeeze
the neck of Kadiya as tight as he could. From nowhere, the bloodied Angel
Araadul dove into Deathmeere and sent him into the ground. The angel sent
several punches to Deathmeeres face. The sight of an Angel in such a rage
was a rare one and it made Raije smile as he scanned over, still waiting for
a sign of Malachive.
Deathmeere took the Angels punches one after another and then slowly began
to grin. Deathmeere slammed his two hands together over the Angels ears
making a thundering noise and Araadul fell to the ground gripped his head in
agony. Deathmeere stood and placed his foot upon Araaduls neck and began to
shift his weight and his strength upon it. Kadiya rose and leapt at
Deathmeere. The Goddesses struck the Abhorrant with fury that no one,
mortal or God alike had even seen from the Goddess of Peace. Deathmeere
flew into the air with such force that he seemed to carry on forever into
the air and disappeared in the distance. Kadiya dropped to her knees in
complete exhaustion. Both she and her angel were unable to move much from
their injuries.
Devion turned to look at Raije who was now fighting the two remaining
Abhorrants. Raije had sent his axe into the head of one Abhorrant, killing
it where he stood and had grasp upon the other. Devion walked over to
Kadiya calmly and knelt down beside her and began to speak. "You are a much
more brave woman than I have ever given you credit for" Devion said with
some emotion in his voice. "You fought bravely and you fought well."
Kadiya attempted to smile at Devion, but she was too weak to do so. She
laid there, her blood stained face looking at Devion weakly as he caressed
her hair.
A loud *CRACK* jolted everything around the area.
Even Raije and the Abhorrant stopped fighting. Then, Raijes Balanx
Amethenius appeared out thin air, startled by what he has just seen, unable
to write it down.
Devions hands left Kadiyas neck. Her limp head falling to the ground first
followed by her lifeless body. Devion had broken Kadiyas neck.
"You killed her!" Cried out the balanx Amethenius.
Devion stood slowly while staring at the corpse of the Goddess.
Raije himself stood in disbelief. The remaining abhorrant that he was
fighting fled from the scene as soon as he noticed Raijes attention was on
Devion and Kadiyas corpse.
Devion grinned and looked upon the Balanx. Devion's eyes were tearing up,
yet his smile remained stone like. "Youre going to be one hell of a busy
Balanx now, arent you? Youre about to document the greated war that ever
existed and I started it!"
Noticing Raije approaching, Devion quickly leapt into the air and flew up
into the heavens, leaving Algoron as quick as he possibly could.
Raije looked emotionless at the corpse and then picked her up gently.
Looking at his Balanx Amethenius, Raije spoke.
"Record this event, servant. Share this event with all. A God War has now
begun and the mortals need to know that it was Evil that started it. I will
take her home to Austinian and then I will consult Kwainin so that I know
where we are to stand in the events that come."
Raije rose into the air gently and then carried Kadiya into the air and
returned her home.
Just as he was gone, Malachive walked as if out of nowhere and stood behind
the Balanx. Malachive thrust his hand into Ametheniuss back and removed its
heart from the Balanxs body. Amethenius fell to the ground lifeless.
Malachive then leaned down and picked up the Balanxs book, which faded
before Malachive could do anything with it.
Malachive smirked before hearing a rustling in the snow.
The Angel Araadul tried to rise but his body was too broken and he was in
too much pain.
Malachive smiled and approached the downed angel.
"I know that you can already feel what happened to your Goddess and while I
could easily kill you now, there is something very satisfactory about having
an Angel trapped on Algoron with no Goddess to serve. Your misery will be
both entertaining and well deserved. The War between all of the Gods is
well deserved. I hope they ALL kill each other. I hope they ALL do their
work for me. Enjoy the next moments of your pathetic life, Angel, no matter
how painful it is. This world as you know it is about to burn."
Writer: Scorn
Date Wed Aug 6 11:52:45 2008
To all
Subject The Reaction (part 1 of 3)
The Goddess had lived forever in many mortals eyes. The woman was
completely void of selfishness. She had dedicated her entire existence to
that of peace. She had thousands of followers and even an entire church of
devoted fanatics all preaching of peace in her name. Statues adorned cities
and temples, paintings and symbols were worn on shields and crests. The
Goddess was loved like no other by centuries of mortals who lived their
entire lives praying to her, hoping to send t heir souls to her for
eternity. Yet in Austinians eyes, Kadiya was just a child. His child.
Ever since she was a child, Kadiya wept at the sight of violence and war.
Now it was the worlds turn to weep and the heavens were soon to follow.
Austinian held Taliena as the couple wept. The parents had never even
considered the thought of losing a child. After all, these beings were Gods
and therefore immortal. Two of their three remaining children stared at
their parents with tears flowing from their eyes. Kantilles and Siccara
were both visibly shaken and offered what little comfort their emotions
would allow them. The 3rd sibling, Nadrik, would only pace. Noticing how
Nadrik increased the speed of his pace, Austinian kissed his wife on her
forehead and then looked towards Nadrik.
"I know what you wantwhat you intend to do, my son, and now is not the time"
Austinian said calmly.
Nadrik looked up at his father and then to his crying mother and then
pointed at the lifeless body of Kadiya that lay before them. Anger filled
his eyes as he looked to back his passive father.
"He killed my sisterYOUR DAUGHTERand you want usyou want me to do nothing?"
Nadrik looked to Austinian with both anger and a mild disgust, but he waited
for Austinians answer patiently.
"You teach honor, Nadrik, not vengeance. " Austinians voice remained as
calm as he could keep it. "Do you intend to abandon your ways now; when
honor is needed more than ever before?"
Nadriks expression turned to that of a deep sadness. "It is honor that
compels me to find Devion and rid Algoron and the rest of the worlds of him!
It is honor that will not allow me to stand by and watch yet another one of
us die! When we created this world we had all agreed to not wage war. This
was a place for us all to co-exist and Necrucifer and his like has done
nothing but interfere and try to tip the scales in their favor every since!
They birthed a new child and then took one of yours, father. THEY TOOK MY
SISTER!!" Nadrik finally began to weep, although slightly. "This is not
vengeance, this is survival! And if I can get my hands upon Devion.. WHEN
I get my hands upon that filth.. THEN everyone and everything is better
off. Call it what you want, but I intend to kill Devion or die trying. I
should have killed him long ago instead of just removing his hand!"
Nadrik turned around to leave but Austinians hand grasped Nadrik by the
shoulder.
Austinians voice remained as calm as Nadrik had ever heard it. "Songrieve
for your sister. Remember her for who she was and that of which she loved.
I am certain that war is upon us and we cannot escape that fact but now is a
time to mourn and to grieve. Pay your respects to Kadiya, son. Give
yourself just a moment to remember her and to grieve. Then we will discuss
what is to come."
Nadrik simply closed his tear filled eyes and bowed his head as Austinian
placed his arms around his son. "And what of her followers?" Siccara asked
Austinian.
"I will care for them," Taliena said as she addressed her daughters
questions for her husband. "They may count on me to carry the banner of
peace in Kadiyas place." "Father?" Kantilles spoke up. "I was to meet
with the other two Gods of magic today. Do you wish for me to confront
Necrucifers wife on this matter?"
Austinian smiled at Kantilles. "I think it best that you do not attend this
meeting, Kantilles. Now is a time to grieve and then we will decide what is
to come. In the mean time, let us gather our angels to mourn."
"Surely, the priests of Kadiya can already feel this" Siccara said. "How do
we tell them?"
"The Balanx have already written of this, despite the passing of Raijes
servant. Every library in Algoron is getting word of this now. I fear that
this will cause a panic and many wars, but this is something we have to deal
with up front and with the honestly that the mortals cannot count on from
the others." Austinians words suddenly increased in volume. "Summon the
angels. Let us begin."
Writer: Scorn
Date Wed Sep 17 11:25:25 2008
To all
Subject The Reaction (Part 2 of 3)
Devion walked alone up the path made of bones. Flame engulfed the
torches that lined the path as he past each one. That was a clear sign that
Necrucifer was here and was awaiting his arrival. A voice behind Devion
startled him and he swung around in fear. Mencius stood behind him with a
smirk upon his face.
"So you are already scared, brother" Mencius said in a voice that almost
made the God of Rage seem pleased.
"Scared?" Replied Devion. "Scared of you?"
"Scared of Nadriks vengeance" Mencius replied while studying Devion for any
reaction to hearing Nadriks name.
"Leave me be" Devion answered. "Father is waiting on me." "As are we all"
replied Mencius. Fatale bet me 100 souls that you would be murdered on this
mission and I intend to collect."
"You wagered on me?" Devion asked.
"Kadiya was weak. I could have sent a demon to kill her." Mencius stated.
"If you say so." Devion responded.
The two approached an alter made of blackened marble. Necrucifer sat there
staring into nothing in particular. Drakkara stood beside him with a hand
on Necrucifers shoulder. Standing facing the throne was Fatale and Dragoth,
both of whom had their typical stern and angry look upon their faces.
Mencius joined his brothers and the three stared at Devion as he approached
his father with a bowed head.
"The mission is accomplished father. I.. Ikilled Kadiya." Devions voice
cracked when he spoke and his nervousness was obvious to everyone. His
voice drew looks from all three of his brothers and even his mother Drakkara
rolled her eyes.
"You did what none of the others could do." Necrucifer said. His voice was
deep and as loud as thunder. Demonic servants nearby cowered at every word
that Necrucifer spoke. "She would have never let anyone else get that close
to her. You had her drop her guard around you and your trickery was
brilliant. I am proud of you, my son."
Devion looked up slowly at his father and his expression changed from fear
to one of pride.
"Does this mean I can keep the new hand?" Devion asked as he looked down at
a blackened hand.
"You may. You have made up for your botched attempt to kill Siccara
centuries ago. You are now an equal with your brothers and should be
recognized as such" Necrufier responded.
Dragoth, Fatale and Mencius all gave revolting looks towards Devion upon
hearing Necrucifers words.
"We have tilted the balance in favor of us and let us not waste any time.
You will all instruct your priests to rally evil behind this victory. They
will need to unify under the banners of each church so they when we strike,
we will strike as one. Darkonin will be at the forefront of this war.
Build its army. Instruct the clans of Bloodlust, Darkonin and Shadow to
partner with Verminasia and Darkonin.
"Why Darkonin, my darling?" Drakkara asked. "Verminasia is a much larger
and more powerful kingdom than Darkonin."
Necrucifer looked annoyed at the question. "Verminasia is quite
powerful darling" he said in an obviously annoyed voice.."But for what is
to come, we need the utmost loyalty and I cannot foresee one who does not
see things as we do infiltrating the ranks of the Goblin and Ogre kingdom.
It is not in their nature. Humans and the Dark Elves cannot always be
trusted."
"Father?" Fatale spoke but awaited permission to speak which he got with a
nod from Necrucifer. "I have awoken the vampires. As we speak the kingdom
of Abaddon is alive and rebuilding. Are you ready for their assistance?"
"No" responded Necrucifer. "There will be a time and place for them in this
war, but not yet."
"And what of Malachive?" Asked Dragoth. "Can I kill him now?"
"You may kill Malachive any time the opportunity approaches you" Necrucifer
responded. "Fatale, I want you to watch over Devion. When Nadrik finds
him, you will need to kill Nadrik. We all know that Devion can not kill
Nadrik alone."
Fatale nodded and smiled eerily at Devion.
"Dragoth, Devion and my oh so loving wife" Necrucifer again spoke with
sarcasm. "You will all create your new demons now. Mantaroth will lead
them all to Darkonin where he will act on my behalf as General of the army."
Drakkara smiled. "Hell take over Darkonin before you know it."
Necrucifer sighed. "Hell do as hes told. He will be leader of this
multi-kingdom and multi-clanned army, the ARMY, not the kingdoms, and he will
answer to me. I am putting this responsibility on his shoulders and the
other demons will be his captains. Let us prepare a strategy and take this
opportunity to do what weve always dreamed of doing. Destroying Algoron and
rebuilding it to our standards of glory!"
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Sep 18 13:18:35 2008
To all
Subject The Reaction (Part 3 of 3)
Raije walked through the dust of the red moon dragging the lifeless
corpse of the Abhorrant with him. In Raijes mind, it was a good day. He
had slain a God killer. It was a good kill. He had no emotion over the
passing of Kadiya at Devions hand. After all, Kadiya was weak and peace
never accomplished anything. Kadiya had ruined so many good wars over the
years which had merely prolonged the inevitable. He did not approve of a
Gods slaying by any standards, but he would not miss her. The mother of all
wars was upon them and Raije couldnt help but feel extremely anxious for it
all. Maybe next time hed get a shot at Deathmeere. Maybe even Malachive.
Malachive had killed Raijes top servant, his Balanx Ametheniuss. Raije took
personal offense at having his servant slain. It was annoying to find new
help.
Raije approached a small grove of green trees. This was a haven in a sea of
red dirt and rock. Obviously, Zandreya was here somewhere. A few steps
closer and Raije could see all of the neutral Gods, gathered together
awaiting his arrival.
Raije approached them and threw the corpse of the Abhorrant down into the
ground before them.
"One down, two to go" stated Cliath in a pleased voice. "Its a shame you
didnt get Deathmeere."
"Three to go. Dont forget about Malachive" said Turpa. "But one less
Abhorrant is a good thing" she said as she smiled at Raije.
Raije simply nodded holding back his proud smile.
Sebatis shook his head. "We have a lot more to worry about now than just
the Abhorrants and Malachive."
Zandreya held hands with Kwainin as they whispered to each other. Seeming
to come to some sort of agreement, Kwainin motioned for everyone to listen
to him.
"Kadiyas passing is an absolute tragedy. Devion has caused a war that will
scar us and Algoron for the rest of time." Kwainin spoke with absolute
sincerity and he had everyones full attention. "Id like to know all of your
opinions on how or even if we should involve ourselves." Zandreya spoke
first "Obviously, we need to kill or banish one of Necrucifers to balance
things back out. I nominate Dragoth if we are to take that course."
"I think we should hunt down the Abhorrants and Malachive and let good fight
evil. It will work itself out that way." Turpa added.
Cliath interjected. "We need to choose sides. This world will collapse if
one side dominates the other. Let us even things out and then draw up a
truce."
"It would just happen again" stated Turpa. "The truce would last maybe 100
years at best and then what? Necrucifer will order this again but maybe
this time on one of us. This entire thing has me very angry."
"As we can all tell by the violent weather lately, sister" replied Sebatis.
"You really need to stop letting your mood dictate the weather."
"I agree" said Zandreya. "Youve ruined a lot of crops this year."
Sebatis smiled. "If I let my mood dictate magic, the red robes would be
casting create food and be turning themselves into bowls of oat meal."
Lightning struck through the skies of the red moon.
"Lightning on a moon? Thats so random, isnt it sister?" Sebatis said with
a wink.
"Enough!" Stated Kwainin. "Crops. Weather. Bowls of oatmeal. None of
that will matter if the Gods enter an all out war. Ive tried to talk to
Necrucifer about this and he is avoiding me. Austinian talks of nothing but
heart ache and despair and will agree to nothing less than the exile or
death of Devion. I think its safe to say this situation was planned by
Necrucifer and we are at an impasse. War is upon us. It is our duty to
choose sides and get things back to normal. This war has already affected
us. For example only Turpas Balanx lives currently. The rest have been
slain by the Abhorrants or Malachive. We are now forced to find new
servants to even record what is going on in the world! That fact alone
tells me that Malachive is hiding something big. We need to get this
situation fixed by any means necessary and we need to do it now."
"Great, but how?" Asked Cliath.
Kwainin nodded. "We have two fronts to this war. Malachive and the
Abhorrants against all of the Gods and the Gods of Evil against the Gods of
Good. Our priorities should be to prevent and stop the war between the Gods
so that we can all concentrate on Malachive."
"Yes because that worked out so well last time" Sebatis interrupted.
"Father, its more than apparent that the Gods of Evil want this war. It
cannot be stopped now, not without something drastic happening. I should be
able to keep the mages together but the rest of the world is going to split
right apart into one huge holy war."
"So let us make something drastic happen" Raije said, again without emotion.
"I have a plan."
All of the neutral gods stood and gave Raije their utmost attention. Raije
rarely spoke, but when he did, the other Gods could not help but be avid
listeners. When he finished, everyone simply stared down at the ground with
Zandreya and Kwainin staring at each other with worried expressions.
Kwainin nodded and without another word, the meeting of the Gods ended and
all six went on their separate ways.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Sep 29 14:47:07 2008
To all
Subject The Birth of CHAOS
Malachive stood on the side of the cliff overlooking the hundreds of
soldiers who chanted his name. There were no formations, only a mass of
five hundred soldiers screaming the name of the name who would be their
savior. Beside Malachive stood the Abhorrant Deathmeer. He watched quietly
and with much interest as if he were studying the soldiers individually.
Also with them was Seanan, the once powerful Conclave mage now turned into
some sort of unatural servant of Malachive.
Malachive raised his hand and at once the mortals ceased to make any sound.
No one even moved. Malachive looked at his soldiers slowly and then he
spoke.
"To my soldiers and our honored guests, I bid you welcome." Malachive
pointed toward a group sat inside of cells transfixed on his words yet
terrified to be there.
"I have taken the liberty to invite distinguished guests from all Nations to
bear witness to my message so that word can be passed on to all kingdoms.
Welcome residents of the known world. Hear my message and you will be
returned safely to your kingdoms where you WILL spread the words that I
speak today for all to hear."
Some of the captives nodded their heads in understanding. Others did not
move at all. Malachive looked over the crowd of soldiers and began to
speak.
"It is time." His voice was unnaturally loud as if he were speaking
through magic. No one would miss a single word that he chose to speak.
Malachites audience was fixated on every word with as much anticipation as
any of them had ever witnessed in their mortal lives.
"It is FINALLY time."
The crowd cheered and clashed their swords and shields together until
Malachive yet again demanded complete silence, simply by raising his hand
into the air.
"For too long, the Gods of this world have dominated you. They have forced
you to carry out their will no matter what the cost was to you. Lose your
homes? Thats just fine with them. Watch your children die in their names,
well it was an honor to serve them, right? Lose your lives? Splendid! You
get to spend eternity with them, dont you? Dont you?"
The crowd remained eerily silent.
"I AM a God and I am here to tell you all that these Gods have LIED to you!
There is no after life! They do not CARE for you! You are simply a pawna
servant. No, you are nothing more than an insect for them to manipulate and
control into doing the jobs that they are too scared to come to Algoron to
do themselves! YOU ARE NOTHING TO THEM!"
The crowd remained silent with the exception of a few soldiers nodding their
head in agreement, some showing some emotion.
"For all of history, this world has been made miserable all in the name of
whatever God you were told to pray to by your parents and priests! The time
of War and Misery on their names is over! Now is the time to correct our
world! Now is the time to take OUR world back!"
The crowd once again went into a frenzy. This time, Malachive did nothing
to deter the noise. His voice simply grew louder.
"And IS our world. I was born here too. I was born in Arkane. I grew into
a man here on Icewall. Yes, its true that my real parents are Necrucifer
and Drakkara, but I was raised by Humans. Yes, its true that I have the
powers of a God. But I am one of you and I am swearing here and now that it
is my lifes goal to free all of you from this slavery and oppression that
the so called Gods have grown to take for granted. I will show you a world
where they are both neither required, needed or wanted. We will turn this
world into our war zone and when they come here to stop us, we will kill
them and finally, we will all be free. The Gods themselves will see that
they are not needed and they will move away to new worlds or they will die
here on Algoron, just as Kadiya did. Just as the forgotten Gods of old who
died at the hands of the Abhorrants did."
The soldiers went into another frenzy cheering Malachive on.
"I will show you Chaos and with it power that none of you ever thought
possible. You will not need your Gods or their teachings. You will not
need the teachings of corrupt guild masters. From Chaos, I bring you
independence and freedom. There is real power to be held without the Gods
blessing and together, we will show the world."
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Jan 12 15:29:52 2009
To all
Subject Raije's Plan
Malachive sat upon his throne inside of this cold icy fortree. He had no
guard and no audience. Only the footsteps of a human wearing red plate
armor brought any sign of life into the chamber. The human approached and
knelt before Malachive and awaited permission to speak. Malachive nodded
and the man began to speak.
"Lord, your instructions pertaining to Tropica have been completed." Said
the voice of the human was filled with confidence and pride of a job well
done.
Malachive showed no emotion but only stared at his servant.
"The seeds are planted and the changes have begun. Already many of the
tribal races have scattered and fled. The Bakali fought us but scattered
after they ended up fighting amongst themselves. They reall yare a hateful
bunch. The Centaur fought for months before retreating out of Tropica all
together. They were the most formidable of the races we encountered. The
Pixie fled upon their first ones death except to stop and harass us when we
least needed them too. It took my second in command three days for his feet
to swell back down to a normal size. The Ariel continue to fight, but only
for short skirmishes. They are brave, but we have suceeded in destroying
their tree communities. However, I have been informaed of a potential
provlem. Most who have fled have poured into Algorons largest cities and
are drawing some suspicion of all of the kingdoms. Alas, bbout one fifth of
our army has already boarded our ships and left for the new settlements.
I'll have the remaining army ready to leave this icy continent by the end of
the week."
Malachive nodded at his armies commander with satisfaction. "Let the
kingdoms send their armies." Malachive said matter of factly. "They'll
know soon enough that we exist simply to save them." Malachive rose from
his throne. "Save them from the oppression of the Gods and free them from
the servitude that the existing Gods demand of them. They will see and most
will join us." Malachive's demeanor changed in an instantly and a look of
concern shined from his face. "We are powerful. If not, then why would
there be a God with us right now in another attempt to assassinate me?"
"N.. N.. Now?" Muttered Malachive's servant before turning around to see
a 12 foot Minotaur in golden shining armor standing behind him.
"I assume this is why Raije stands before us" Malachive spoke again with no
emotion.
Raije stared at Malachive and said nothing.
"You should not have come alone, God of War" Malachive said. "You think
yourself too mighty. I have learned much."
Raije smirked and gripped an enormous battle axe that had many detailed
runes carved into it.
"Abhorrants, appear!" Malachive said quickly.
Just as Raije began to raise his weapon, two Abhorrants arrived behind him.
Deathmeere was the first to speak.
"Three on one. Not even you, Raije God of War, can win this battle."
Without any notice and with reflexes only a God could posses, Raije swung
around and sliced one of the Abhorrant's arm completely off and instantly
swung in the reverse direction almost beheading the other Abhorrant,
Deathmeere. Malachive clapped his hands together and sent a black energy
swarming at Raije. Raije raised his non-axe hand and a gray energy shot
forth at Malachive's black energy and consumed it. In the same motion Raije
cleaved his axe onto the one armed Abhorrant and split him into two pieces
from the shoulder down, killing him instantly. Deathmeere swung wildly at
Raije and made contact sending him crashing through the icy wall of the
throne room. Deathmeere instantly ran after the fallen Raije, determined to
continue his assault.
Malachive went to follow but was sent crashing back by an enormous bolt of
lightning.
A woman floated above Malachive, her eyes glowing white.
"Turpa!" Malachive said loudly while standing to his feet.
"She's not alone" said another voice.
Malachive turned to see Sebatis standing on the other side of him.
"So you've sent three Gods after me this time" Malachive said with disgust
in his voice.
"Four" said another voice.
Malachive turned again to see the most muscular Dwarf he had ever seen
standing there weilding a humongous hammer.
"Cliath!" Malachive said in disbelief.
Cliath raised a hammer and slammed it into the still stunned Malachive. The
force sent him through the icy wall and out into the camp ground that had
become the home of Malachive's army. Malachive raised his head off of the
ground and looked around. Thousands of his soldiers looked at him stunned.
"What are you looking at? Defend me! The Gods can be killed here! Attack
them! Attack them now!" Malachive screamed.
The army of mortals of all races looked at Malachive with mixed emotions.
Some were in disbelief, some were scared, others were peering at the hole in
the wall from which Malachive had been slammed through. One by one, Cliath,
Turpa and Sebatis walked through and looked at the baffled mortals around
them.
"If you do not wish to die today, you may leave, but leave now for we have
unfinished business with this one!" Cliath said as he pointed his massive
hammer towards Malachive.
Malachive laid on the ground in pain. He closed his eyes and seemed to
mouth a quiet spell as Cliath continued to speak.
"If you fight us, you will die today. We will not offer you another chance
to flee" Cliath continued.
The army of Malachive all began to glow a red aura and their expressions
changed to that of rage.
"Malachive's casting some sort of spell on them!" Sebatis yelled before
sending a stream of flaming bolts at Malachive. The bolts connecting with
Malachive sending rolling onto the ground on fire.
"Too late brother" said Turpa as she noticed the entire army going into a
rage. "He's made them suicidal!"
"Let's kill them! Let's kill them all!" Yelled a bearded human who seemed
to be one of the armies officers.
Suddenly, thousands of mortals rushed at the three Gods swinging weapons
wildly at them. The Gods reacted with God-like speed and the enormous
battle began. Sebatis killed mortals by the dozens with various spells, one
cast right after the other. Turpa killed hundreds when she brought forth a
tornado that swept through the camp sending soldiers flying to their deaths.
Cliath swung his hammer and sent dozens of mortals flying dead through the
air, one wave after the other.
Meanwhile, miles way, the battle between Raije and the last of the
Abhorrants raged through the mountains of Icewall. Deathmeere was proving
far more formidable an opponent than the other two Abhorrants that Raije had
already slain. Deathmeere had disarmed Raije of his weapon and the battle
was now a mix between hand to hand combat and various defensive spells.
Deathmeere had both hands around Raijes neck trying to choke the life out of
him, but Raije countered by grabbing Deathmeere by the shoulders and rolling
back flipping Deathmeere into the air. Deathmeere sailed miles into the air
and crashed into a patch of ice that had a massive lake beneath its frozen
surface. The ice broke and the unconscious Deathmeere sunk into the cold
water, the hole in the ice freezing over him in mere moments. Raije
collected himself and began towards Deathmeere's location.
Back in Malachive's camp, mortals were suffering massive losses as Sabatis,
Turpa and Cliath who continued to defend themselves against the thousands of
Malachive's army. Despite their one sidedness of this battle, the mortals
continues to attack.
A catapult launched a boulder at the Gods only to be batted away by Cliaths
hammer. Sebatis had blinded almost a quarter of the remaining army with
just one spell and Turpa had dozens of lightning bolts striking at once
slaying a mortal with every strike. The Gods were winning this battle and
it looked almost too easy.
"Excellent!" Yelled Cliath.
"Indeed, brother" replied Sebatis who was now smiling. "It's been too long
since we've had to get our hands dirty!"
The thunderstorm and tornado both stopped abruptly, prompting Sebatis and
Cliath to turn towards Turpa. She stood with an expressionless stare and
did not move.
"Turpa, what is it?" Sebatis said curiously. "What's wrong"
"Oh by the high God, NO!" Yelled Cliath and he moved towards Turpa.
Suddenly, the tip of th spear could be seen piercing through Turpa's chest
with the Goddess's blood seeping down from her chest. As her body fell
lifeless, Malachive stood fully from behind her, the bloody spear which was
now glowing an eerie gray color still in his hands. He looked at the
stunned Cliath and Sebatis with a hate filled expression as he dropped the
spear and then teleported away.
"I'll go after him" says Sebatis before Cliaths hand stops him. "No! We
need to try to save her! We can still save her!"
Sebtais placed his hands over the would in Turpa's chest and began to chant.
Cliath moved into action against the remaining army and with both spell and
hammer finished off every last mortal who had attacked them.
"He cut her heart into two peices, brother. She is dead. Turpa's dead!
Malachive killed her!" Sebatis said as tears begin to sweep down his face.
Raije was now walking over the frozen lake when he sensed the loss of his
sister. Raije stopped, opened up a portal and stepped though it.
Raije appeared through the portal to see his sister laying in Sebatis' arms,
still lifeless. Sebatis looked at Raije as tears fell from the Gods eyes,
Sebatis spoke to Raije in a panic. "She's dead, Raije. We couldn't save
her. Malachive killed her after he sacrificed his entire army at our hands.
We had just assumed he had fled, but he pierced her through her heart.
Stabbed her from behind!"
Raije only stared. His head stooped and he walked back into the icy throne
room where the surprise attack had begun. In this room was only two halves
an Aborrant with one arm severed beside it. Upon seeing the corpse, Raije
approached it and stepped on the dead Abhorrants head, crushing it.
Cliath walked into the room and softly said "Let's get her home, brother.
Then we'll finish this. I assume you killed Deathmeere, so that leaves
Malachive alone now."
Raije looked at the dead Abhorrant. "He still lives. Trapped under the
frozen lake, but he can not die by anything other than one of our kind."
Cliath placed his hand on his brothers broad shoulder and the two walked
back outside together. As Cliath and Raije left Algoron, Sebatis looked
behind and in one anger filled spell leveled the rest of icy fortress.
"This war has only just begun" Sebatis muttered as he ascened into the sky
to join his brothers.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Jan 12 17:13:37 2009
To all
Subject The Balanx's Scroll to the Libraries of Algoron
*A scroll was delivered to every library know to mortals. On it was
stamped in wax the symbol of the Balanx, recorders of history. In it was
attached another scroll along with this letter:* A Balanx rarely finds
something in this world that amazes it and confuses it so I would consider
today odd indeed.
Today, the wind failed to blow. No snow fell on the ground on the entire
continent of Icewall. No rain watered Algoron's plants. The world seemed
to simple stop.
This lasted almost the entire day and then all at once, it began again.
I completely my duty as a Balanx, a recorder of this worlds history. I
wrote down all that I knew, yet I needed to find out why. I searched
Algoron far and wide and then decided to confront the Gods themselves.
When I arrived to the heavens, I discovered all of the Gods of Neutrality
together in mourning. The Goddess of Weather was deceased. No balanx
witnessed the events of this death. Malachive would always discover our
presence and destroy our kind and so his camp had been made forbidden.
Surprisingly, his story has been confirmed by the Gods as accurate, although
I do not yet know the fate of this soldier.
Regardless, I have been instructed to share this event to all libraries of
Algoron along with the word that the weather has continued through the power
of Zandreya.
Included is the scroll with a record of events for your publishing. Please
see that all have access so that it may never be forgotten.
*ooc: to read the scroll, see the previous history note*
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Jul 2 15:37:08 2009
To all
Subject The Brown Eggs (Part 1)
The landscape here was harsh. The wind never stopped blowing long enough
for the sands to settle. The heat was wretched, which explained why nothing
lived here above the earth.
Despite the scorched earth and violent surroundings, two beings stood here
gleaming with a greatness that couldn't easily be described. The wind, the
heat and the blowing sand did not affect these two. Their noble faces
showed only a look of arrogance and perhaps accomplishment. None could ever
tell that one being was the others mother. After all, they looked the same
age.
"And you're sure no one has found these, Devion?" Drakkara asked.
"Yes mother. The New Thalosians are too scared of the Sand Wyrm I let the
Bakali find and use against them to venture out this far into the desert,
and rightfully so. That thing has quite the temper" Devion replied.
"It's temper will not compare in the least to these things." Drakkara said
as she stared down at several rows of brown dragon eggs. "And again, we tip
the scales in our favor. You are really starting to make me proud, Devion."
"And what about father?" Devion asked.
"You know Necrucifer. Pride in anything but himself is probably not even
possible" Drakkara said with a slight look of displeasure. "But you are
doing good work. None of what we've accomplished so far could have been
done without your victories. The world is gaining a new respect for you, my
son. You killed a God in brilliant fashion, you started the god war and now
you've created the beginning of our new army that will conquer Algoron.
Soon, this will all be over."
"The desert browns will serve well. They will kill many. Their breath will
give the metallics trouble to say the least and let's not forget....."
Devion said before a loud noise interrupted him.
The loud crackling of an egg breaking startled Devion and Drakkara both, a
reaction the Gods are not used to.
Standing inside a busted egg was a foot in its polished armor.
Devion was the first to speak. "What the... How...?"
"I must say that the look on your face is not very dignified, son" Drakkara
said before looking back over to the intruder. "So it would seem Nadrik has
found us and your eggs."
"My apologizes, were these eggs yours?" Nadrik said with an uncommon look
of anger in his face.
Nadrik stared straight at Devion with such a look of rage, that Devion
privately wondered why he hadn't been attacked by the God of Honor yet.
Nadrik moved and stepped on another egg, crushing it.
"Keep it up Nadrik, we'll just make more" Devion said tauntingly.
"You'll have to do a better job at hiding them next time" Nadrik replied,
still staring down Devion as he continued to step on eggs.
"You actually came here alone?" Drakkara asked.
"I didn't expect to see you two here on Algoron" Nadrik replied. "I would
have thought the coward Devion would be cowering some where where he could
not be killed."
"Why such anger, Nadrik? Surely, I can't think of any reason why you'd be
angry with me?" Devion said sarcastically. Drakarra giggled.
Her name was Kadiya." Nadrik said as his eyes watered. "Do you not feel
any regret for taking her away?
Devion said nothing. He only looked at Nadrik with some sadness.
Nadrik stepped towards Devion destroying another egg in the process.
"Mother... Some help please." Devion said nervously.
Drakkara reacted quickly as she thrust her hands towards Nadrik unleashing a
massive amount of energy that crashed into Nadrik, sending him flying
backwards. Devion moved to Nadrik and in an instant was standing over him
striking at him with his fist. His first two punches connected with Nadrik
to the face, both hits doing damage and causing Nadrik to bleed slightly.
Nadrik swept his legs under Devions and knocked Devion to the ground.
Nadrik instantly rolled over the top of Devion and delivered two striking
blows of his own. Drakkara shot a beam of black lightning at Nadrik
knocking him off of Devion. Nadrik stood up instantly but Drakkara followed
it with a constant stream of red lighting that forced Nadrik to glow with a
burning energy that seemed to light all of his nerves on fire. Nadrik
screamed in pain. Drakkara closed in keeping her damaging spell active.
Devion got to his feet and smiled. He loved the sound of Nadriks screams.
Nadrik dropped to his knees in pain and felt helpless as his every fiber
felt the agony of this Goddesses spell. He watched Devion close in on him
and saw the smile on Devions face.
Nadrik was losing his vision, his strength and felt even his life slipping
away. As he heard Devion yell to his mother "Kill him!", his entire
existence passed before his eyes from his first memories to his sister
Kadiyas lifeless corpse.
Suddenly, Nadrik eyes opened back up wide and he slowly managed to stand.
"Your spell isn't working" Devion said to Drakkara.
"Shut up or help" Drakkara said back to Devion.
Nadrik managed a step towards Drakkara and Devion decided to assist. Out of
thin air appeared a very large spiked mace. Nadrik gripped it with his one
natural hand and swung it at Nadriks head connecting and sending the God
down to the ground. Blood poured from Nadriks head onto the sand, but he
stood up seemingly more determined than ever.
Drakkara struck at him again, this time with a yellow energy with a black
outline but Nadrik somehow managed to deflect it by raising up his armored
hand. The energy struck back at Drakkara and knocked her off of her feet.
Nadrik then moved so fast, he made three motions seem like one. He disarmed
Devion's mace, stomped the back of his knee forcing Devion to the his knees
and delivered a high kick to the back of Devions head knocking Devion into
the ground so hard that he rolled into several brown dragon eggs, destroying
several dozen of them.
Drakkara got to her feet but before she could regain her composure, Nadrik
tackled her shoulder first into the ground. Rolling on top of her he
delivered dozens of elbow strikes to the Goddesses face forcing her to
bleed. When she stopped moving, Nadrik stood and unsheathed his sword. He
hoisted it above his head over Drakkara and begun to strike down on her.
"YOU WANT ME, NADRIK!" Devion yelled from behind him. "Fight me, one on
one, loser dies. I was the one who killed your sister. It is me you want
to kill, not my mother."
Nadrik lowered his blade and turned towards Devion and swung his sword at
Devion. Devion only barely dodged the swing and managed to summon a large
fiery boulder from the sky at Nadrik.
Nadrik swung his blade and destroyed the boulder easily.
Devion rushed at Nadrik hoping to tackle Nadrik during the instant he was
distracted but Nadrik was ready for him and delivered an elbow to Devions
face using his own momentum against him.
Nadrik delivered a front kick that landed square on Devion's chin and sent
the mischievous God down to the ground.
Nadrik raised his sword high above his head and spoke commandingly. "Say
your last words Devion, God of mischief and murderer of my sister."
Devion knowing his fate began to speak "If I could bring her back, I would.
I only did as father made me do. Please don't do this. I know I can
change!"
Nadrik looked down at Devion without compassion and said "No, you won't."
Nadrik began to drive his sword down towards Devion with as much force as he
could muster.... But was on the ground himself before he knew what had
happened.
Looking up, Nadrik saw three new figures, one of which was helping Devion to
his feet. Crawling up to one knee, Nadriks eyes focused.
There now stood Fatale, Dragoth and Mencious and they were all moving
towards Nadrik.
(to be continued)
(ooc no knowledge of this is yet public)
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Jul 7 10:53:46 2009
To all
Subject Nadrik's Demise
Nadrik barely had time to lift his sword as the gods of evil descended
upon him. Dragoth, Fatale and Mencius attacked Nadrik with a furiousness
that the world had never seen. Their weapons all punished Nadrik without
mercy and without hesitation. Although stabbed, cut, bruised and bloody,
Nadrik showed his honor in a feeble attempt to fight back. He caught
Fatale's scythe by the hand and even as the blade cut through Nadriks hand,
he managed to disarm Fatale and send the God of Murder a hard punch with his
other hand that he would not soon forget.
Nadrik's attempt to fight back was cut short when a massive hammer in the
hands of Mencius caught Nadrik in the back of the head, rendering Nadrik
completely still and unconscious.
"Is he dead?" Devion yelled to his brothers.
"Not yet" replied Fatale who seemed annoyed that his brother bothered to
address them. "But he soon will be."
Dragoth, Fatale and Mencius all raised their weapons high and continued to
deliver fatal blows to Nadrik.
"Stop!" Said a commanding voice as a dark mist appeared from the ground as
if some spirit from hell itself had come to the scene.
All 4 sons instantly kneeled before their father as the dark mist formed
into Necrucifer himself.
"Necrucifer walks Algoron. How lucky for us all," her voice said weak and
almost sarcastically as Drakkara got herself to her feet.
Necrucifer looked around the desert at the few remaining brown dragon eggs
and then at the fallen Nadrik.
"He is dead, father. Good can not defeat us now," Dragoth said is his raspy
voice.
"He has life still in him," Necrucifer said without hesitation.
All four of the dark sons rose and approached Nadrik.
Necrucifer walked in front of them and stared intently into Devions eyes.
Devion seemed frightened at the direct stare from his father.
Necrucifer spoke slowly as if he had carefully chosen his words. "You have
done well, Devion. Despite losing most of the eggs your mother created and
despite almost losing your own life today, you have done all that I have
asked."
Devion did not smile nor show any pride in his fathers words. He only
nodded nervously.
"The prize is yours, my son." Necrucifer said.
The words "my son" made Devion smile slightly but he quickly regained his
composure.
"Kill him. Kill him quickly Devion. His family will undoubtedly be here
soon," Necrucifer continued.
"Mencius, bury the eggs deeps in sands and bestow into these young creatures
a temper for which will make them renown. Wife, you will not travel to the
dark moon today. You will travel with me and heal. Fatale, Dragoth, leave
this place."
As quickly as Necrucifer spoke, all of the gods acted and departed.
Devion stood alone with Nadrik, whom was struggling with every breath he
took.
"No Nadrik, you do not deserve death quite yet," Devion said with a
mischievous smile upon his face. "Not before I have a little fun with you."
Devion reached down to touch Nadriks shoulder and instantly, they both
disappeared.
(To be continued)
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Jul 7 15:25:35 2009
To all
Subject Nadrik's Demise (part 2)
"Brother... Wake up..." The voice was soft and sweet and very familiar
to Nadrik.
Nadrik tried to open the one eye that wasn't swollen shut but before he
could muster the energy, but everything went black again.
"Brother.... Wake up! Wake up now!" The voice said again, this time with
urgency.
Nadrik opened his eye expecting to see the person behind the voice, but
Kadiya wasn't there. The reality was that she was dead just as he soon
would be.
Trying to make note of his surrounding with his limited and blurred vision
was no easy task but he managed to see the dark flattened horizon of black
ash. There were no clouds, no sky and no air. Managing to move his head to
the side he could see the beautiful planet of Algoron below him.
"Devions brought me to the dark moon," Nadrik thought to himself. "Not a
bad plan. He can still kill me here."
Nadrik tried to move but couldn't. He simply lacked the strength. He was
doomed here on this moon. He would not heal on the dark moon and his
strength would be zapped even if he hadn't been near death already.
Nadrik tried again, only to pass out once again.
"Brother... , " the voice continued. "You need to wake up now! It's not
too late!"
"KADIYA!" Nadrik said as his eye opened once more.
Devion laughed out loud while slapping his knee.
"Forgive me my old friend, but I thought you needed a familiar voice to wake
you up," Devion said as he was laughing.
"You.... You are.... Despicable," Nadrik replied weakly, unable to even
lift his head up.
"I know!" Devion said proudly. "But at least I'm not boring."
Devion leaned down to study Nadrik and looked him over before poking him in
a gaping wound in chest twice.
Nadrik screamed with pain before passing out yet again.
"Tsk tsk," Devion said quietly. "Do not die on me yet, Nadrik. We've only
just begun."
Devion did not notice the two shadows present nor as they left to the other
side of the dark moon. Taking form, Drakkara and Necrucifer stood side by
side. Drakkara had an angry look upon her face but Necrucifer looked as
arrogant as ever.
"How he ever managed to kill Kadiya is beyond me. You told him what to do
and instead he... ," Drakkara complained before getting cut off by
Necrucifer.
"He did exactly as I knew he would, lover." Necrucifer said adding obvious
sarcasm to the word lover. "And I made sure the Gods of Light know exactly
where he is now."
Drakkara raised an eye brow at Necrucifer in surprise but said nothing.
"When they come to his rescue, we'll be waiting and since the battle is to
take place on this dark moon, their power will be drastically less and ours
so much more. This war will be won. Yes, it's THAT easy."
"And if they don't come to his rescue?" Drakkara asked.
"Then we kill him and kill the rest of them later," Necrucifer said plainly.
"Nadrik is goods greatest warrior. They can not win without him. He'll die
here, it's just a matter of who else we can kill here as well. The sons
have all been made aware and await the Gods of good potential arrival. As
such, we wait as well."
Drakkara grinned. "I am so turned on right now."
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Jul 9 17:24:10 2009
To all
Subject Nadrik's Demise (part 3 of 3)
Austinian and Taliena stood with their children on the white moon. In
the distant moons horizon they could see the dark moon. The Gods vision
allowed them to see every detail of Nadriks condition and the punishment he
was taking from Devion.
Taliena wept and turned away. She couldn't watch. Kantilles watched and
could say nothing. Siccara also looked on, her anger showing visibly in her
face.
Austinian stared and whispered quietly "Be strong my son."
Taliena pounded her hand into Austinians chest and yelled "He needs help
NOW! We will all go and get him right now!"
She collapsed in his arms and Austinian held her gently while she wept out
loud.
"My darling, I know how you feel. I feel the same way. But I also know
without any doubt what so ever that this is a trap and that we'll lose more
than Nadrik if we go to that moon," Austinian said in a soft tone.
"I don't care!" Taliena replied. "We're going!"
"I'm with Mother," said Siccara abruptly. "Even if we die, we can't let
this happen. I won't let it happen. I'm going with or without any of you."
"That's very brave, sister," Kantilles interrupted. "And you're heart is in
the right place. But it's also very foolish. They are more powerful on
that moon than anywhere else and we're weaker there than any where else, and
I don't need to remind anyone that we are also outnumbered."
Siccara erupted. "You are a coward! Ignore everything and go invent a
magic trick if it makes you feel better, but this time this demands strong
action and I'll NOT lose another sibling!"
Kantilles looked shocked and hurt at Siccara's words. He looked at his
sister with sympathy and spoke softly.
"Sister... I am no coward. If we go and we die, where does that leave this
world? All I am saying is that there is another way. We can save him and
not perish."
"If you have an idea, now is the time to speak," Austinian said in a rushed
voice.
"The shards of Seanan," Kantilles said plainly.
Austinian raised an eyebrow. "That could work, but we can't go get them
without risking even more..."
Kantilles replied quickly "I happen to know thousands of mortals who can and
would."
"Evil will surely get wind of this quickly after we ask mortals to get the
shards. There are 11 pieces of the shard on Algoron. How many do we need
to summon Nadrik to safety?" Austinian asked.
"Wait wait wait!" Siccara interrupted. "Want to fill the rest of us in on
what you are talking about?"
Kantilles looked from Austinian to Siccara and began to explain.
"Seanan used to be one of the most powerful Wizards of the Conclave
centuries ago. He spent most of his time creating magical items that could
one day teleport himself into the future, which as we all know he has done.
However, his first attempt created a crystal orb that could summon ANYTHING
or more importantly ANYONE. Even Gods. Sebatis destroyed the item, and the
orb was split into 11 shards and then hidden."
Kantilles then looked to his father. "To answer your question, the spell
can be cast with 8 pieces of the shard."
Austinian sighed. "So evil only need find 4 pieces of the shard to prevent
Nadrik's rescue."
Taliena collected herself at this news before making her own thoughts known.
"What about Kwainin and his? Will they not help us?"
Austinian looked at Taliena and shook his head. "Regrettably, no. Their
hands are full dealing with Malachive. He's proven to be far more
resourceful than any gave him credit for. And after they lost Turpa,
Kwainin is not risking his in what they see as our problem. Kwainin blames
me partially for the loss of Turpa. If I only had not let Malachive live."
Taliena frowned. "Our problem? What do they think will happen to them if
Necrucifer rids us all from existence? Maybe I should go talk to him, I'll
set his mind right!!! I'll...."
Austinian interrupted "Our best course of action right now if the put the
same faith in mortals as they have always put in us. If they fail us, then
we go to the moon and then we will confront evil face to face, no matter the
consequences."
Taliena, Kantilles and Siccara all nodded their head in agreement.
"Make our cause known. Make the recent events known. Let them know the
truth in what is at stake. Tell them instruction to the shards will be
given at the best possible time and to be ready. Tell them that they will
have opposition in great numbers."
Austinian sighed and his eyes watered.
"Father...?" Siccara asked worried.
Austinian looked at Siccara and hugged her before speaking. "I hope that
Nadrik can stay strong.... Stay alive. This is what I had hoped to avoid.
The God War has made its way to the mortals of Algoron. Nothing will ever
be the same."
(Now you all have public knowledge of the last few history notes)
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Nov 16 12:42:00 2009
To all
Subject The 1st Shard of Seanan
13 Tribal leaders from the deepest part of Tropica gathered for this
emergency meeting. Inside of this large hut was quiet as the leaders stared
at one another with vacant expressions. Finally, an elder from one Centaur
tribe walked along side of 4 armed guards. He placed something wrapped in a
plain gray cloth on the center table and stepped away from it as if it were
cursed.
"Is that it?" Another Centaur asked anxiously.
The elder nodded and said nothing.
The elder nodded and said nothing.
Another elder stood up and addressed the entire gathering.
"It is sad that such a small item would bring such complications to our
lives. For those of you here today who are too young to know the tale, this
shard was given to us by Sebatis himself. We were tasked to keep it hidden
and to protect it. However, in the last year our numbers have been lost by
more than a half of our people. All due to the God Wars and the one known
to us as Malachive."
The elder looked around at the other Centaurs with a saddened look.
"Our species is facing extension. We are doing all we can to stay alive as
it is. We can not afford for the armies of light or the armies of darkness
to come here after this so called shard of Seanan. Already dozens of our
people have fled our home. If we are to exist and have any sort of future,
then we need to get rid of this shard and we need to do it now and all of
the world needs to see us do it."
The elders all spoke at once but it was obvious they were all in agreement.
"So be it. We will contact all kingdoms and all armies on the other
continents. We will release this shard on a battlefield far away from us.
Let them fight for it! Let them decide through combat who can have it and
then let them all know that we longer have any thing to do this shard!"
The elders all cheered in approval as the shard was picked up and taken back
to its hiding place.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
November 22, 2009
Battle for the 1st Shard of Seanan
8pm System Time (Central Time)
Good vs Evil on a Battlefield: The winning army will gain the 1st shard.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Jan 25 17:05:28 2010
To all
Subject The 2nd Shard of Seanan
(Written by Irrylath)
Mother Dandridge looked over the long dining table, and all the mournful
eyes turned toward her. It pained her to see the hunger in their eyes each
evening. The smell of cabbage soup was becoming sickeningly familiar, and
the flour was running low. Soon there wouldn"t even be the rock-hard
biscuits she managed to eke out of their meager supplies.
"Oh, Mother Dandridge!" Exclaimed Sister Emily as she surveyed the hungry
children sitting at the table, "more orphans arrive every day, and the
supplies are running low. Whatever will we do? They"re becoming nothing
but skin and bones!"
The older woman surveyed her charges sadly and a wave of hopelessness washed
over her. "I don"t know, Sister... There"s so little gold left in my
purse... If I had it to give to them..." Suddenly, Mother Dandridge was
struck by a thought. There was something. Something precious, something
worth a fortune. "Sister! I have the answer. Come with me!"
Curiously, Sister Emily followed Mother Dandridge down the hall and into her
private quarters. She watched as the older woman knelt beside the trunk at
the foot of her bed, removed a key from her apron pocket and unlocked the
trunk. She held her breath in anticipation as the lid was raised and a pile
of neatly folded linens was moved aside, and then she gasped as Mother
Dandridge lifted the object from the trunk.
"Sister Emily," she declared triumphantly, "our troubles will end soon.
Fetch me a sheaf of parchment and a quill. I have a message that needs to
be delivered to every kingdom and every clan of this wretched world. They
talk of gods and faith, but what have they done for us? I think it"s time
they did more than talk!"
Quickly, the supplies were fetched, and Mother Dandridge penned her missive.
"You of Algoron! You of the Light, and you of the Dark! You speak of gods
and faith, you march to your wars, yet here at your very doorstep the
orphans of Algoron go hungry. I have vowed to care for those children who
have nobody but Mother Dandridge, and so I will. You wish to win your wars?
You wish to prove your faith? I have in my possession one of your precious
shards, and I will release it to the highest bidder. You have but one
week"s time to make your offers. The children are starving and we grow
tired of cabbage soup.
Best wishes,
Martha Dandridge, Headmistress
Algoron Home for Foundlings and Orphans
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Jan 29 16:31:14 2010
To all
Subject The Mysterious Portals
They appeared without warning. Portals had sprung up throughout all of
Algoron and no one understand where they went or who had sent them. Kender
were the first to enter the portals and to the relief of most, they never
came back. Eventually, a few returned with their pockets empty of gold but
full of various tales of gambling and fun.
As the various populations sent their bravest through the portals, it became
common knowledge that the gChampions Gaming Palaceh was the portals
destination and that security at this place was no laughing matter. Most
who went there to start trouble were never heard from again.
As mysterious as the place was, one thing was certain. Everyone who went
there that enjoyed gambling frequented it often. The popularity of the
place had risen drastically to where the leaders of the world wouldn't dare
try to send their soldiers. The only concern for Algorons Kings, Queens,
Emperors and Conquerors was gWhere can we get one of those? H
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Feb 1 23:29:34 2010
To all
Subject The 2nd Shard of Seanan (continued)
Mother Dandridge seemed to age with each letter she read. She sat in her
rocking chair usually with an infant in one hand and a new letter in the
next reading every letter that was delivered. Day after day, letters were
delivered by the dozens with official seals of Kingdoms, Churches or even
wealthy private citizens. Some were bids, some were threats and some were
simply full of well wishes.
Sister Emily looked at Mother Dandridge with concern as she placed a worried
hand on her shoulder. "I regret this entire idea. I wish that you would
reconsider and just give this shard up. Let them fight over and leave us
alone! They'll burn this place down or worse! We should have never gotten
involved."
"Perhaps you are right, Sister," Mother Dandridge replied. "This entire
ordeal has endangered the safety of the children."
"Exactly!" Sister Emily replied. "Let's just throw this thing away...
No... I'll deliver it some neutral kingdom and let it be their problem."
Mother Dandridge looked at Sister Emily. "Then all of this would have been
for nothing. We will have no better chance to improve the lives of so many
that the worlds wars have made suffer. I'll not have another child die in
my arms knowing that I didn't do everything I could to protect them!"
Sister Emily gave an angry look at Mother Dandridge. Just as Mother
Dandridge was to further explain her cause, Sister Emily clutched at her
chest and made an awful gasping noise.
"Emily.... What..." Mother Dandridge screamed as she saw the tip of sword
come through Sister Emily's chest. Blood poured from her heart onto the
floor and Sister Emily fell to the ground lifeless. As her body fell, a
human wearing a cloak over his silver armor removed his sword from the
Sister Emily's body. He cleaned it and sheathed the sword all in motion and
instantly Mother Dandridge knew that was not his first kill.
The human shut the front door as quietly as he opened and then looked upon
Mother Dandridge, studying her face. After a short moments silence, Mother
Dandridge said "Just take it. I'll get it for you. Just take it and leave.
Please."
The man pulled his cloak aside and revealed the Knight of the Lance emblem.
Mother Dandridge looked confused before the glow of Sister Emily's body
stole her attention. The corpse twisted and changed into that of a dark
elven female wearing black robes.
"You need not fear me, mother. I am here to help," the Knight said.
Mother Dandridge recognized the Knight, although he had aged since he left
the orphanage as he entered adulthood. She hugged the Knight. "Mother
Dandridge, do I ever have a surprise for you! Guess who's come to visit"
sister Emily exclaimed and she entered the room. Upon seeing the corpse,
she fainted. A slightly older knight in dark armor behind her caught her
and laid her to the ground.
He knight of the lance grasped his sword and unsheathed it stepping towards
the knight in dark armor.
The knight in dark armor calmly stared at the knight of the lance before
saying "We do not fight here, sir knight," finishing his sentence with a
smirk.
The knight of the lance sheathed his weapon and embarrassingly replied "No,
we do not."
"Boys! Boys!" Mother Dandridge said panicked. "Both of you grew up here,
you both still know the rules."
"Yes, Mother" replied the knight of the lance. "I had to slay the dark elf,
she came here for the shard. I have a feeling that this dark knight may be
here for it as well."
The dark knight looked genuinely offended. "Speak not for me, righteous
one. I came here to prevent this place for being burnt to the ground and I
swore to protect it and Mother Dandridge. The difference between us and you
all is that we do not go around bragging about our righteous works. The
Gods forbid any other than a Gareth Knight do an honorable deed though," he
finished sarcastically.
The knight of the lance looked offended. "I would like to give you the
benefit of the doubt, but in case you have any dishonest intentions I would
suggest that you look outside the window. More than two dozen of my fellow
knights are here, unloading blankets and food."
"Enough boys. Enough," Mother Dandridge interrupted. "If you are here to
protect us, then I welcome it. But I am seeing this through to the end. I
will sell this shard to the highest bidder and the children will have a
better life for it. Then you two can go back to spreading your wars."
"I am not here to interfere, just to see to your safety, Mother. Your will
with the shard is protected, but we will be helping the children
regardless," replied the Knight of the Lance.
The dark knight rolled his eyes. "You have my oath, mother, no one will
harm you or the children and your will for the shard will be done. Besides,
someone needs to be here to keep these 'Knights of all things holy and
perfect and of hugs and stuffed animals and blueberries' from 'guiding' you
into giving them the shard."
"I just saved her from someone on YOUR side!" Yelled the knight of the
lance.
"BOYS! THAT IS ENOUGH!" Mother Dandridge said loud enough for the knights
outside to stop and listen. "What I need from you is some help. Find me a
banker you can agree on to trust to collect REAL bids. They need to have
their money in the same place and make sure its real. That and protection
is all I need. I will extend this bid for 5 days and then the shard will go
to the highest bidder. Will you help me, together, or not?"
"I will," replied the dark knight.
"I fear that if we do not, this place will perish. I will," said the knight
of the lance.
(ooc: bids must be in an account somewhere and a bid from that account must
be made by Saturday Feb 6th at 9:00pm system time)
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Feb 9 17:02:50 2010
To all
Subject The 2nd Shard of Seanan belongs to...
Mother Dandridge walked with knights escorts of both Gareth and Shadow
Keeps into the bank. The banker met the old woman in the vault room and
handed the Knight of the Lance a note. The knight looked at it and then
passed it to the Shadow Knight as he frowned. The Shadow Knight looked at
the note and raised an eye brow as he handed it to Mother Dandridge.
Mother Dandridge stared at the note as if she read it several times.
"Mercerion: 8,980"
"Zayin: 10,004"
"Oh my..... That is a lot of money," she said before handing it to the
banker. "Make it so and get me the best carpenters, farmers and engineers
you know. I want to start on the new orphanage today!"
The banker nodded as the trio of Mother Dandridge and the two knights left
the bank.
Outside more than a hundred dark knights stood opposite more than a hundred
Gareth Knights. It was obvious that every one of them wanted to know who
had won the bid.
Mother Dandridge looked at their curious faces but could say nothing.
Finally, the Knight of the Lance spoke.
"I do beleive that this is the first day in my entire life and I would
speculate in the entire long life of Mother Dandridge that she has left this
world in a worse place than the day before." The Gareth Knights all looked
at each other in disappointment. "Evil has won the shard. We will see
Mother Dandridge home and then we will go back to the keep."
"We will leave now" spoke the Shadow Knight while facing the Knigth of the
Lance. "And the next time I see you...."
"It will be with swords drawn," interupted the Knight of the Lance.
The two Knights saluted each other as then parted ways.
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue Feb 16 22:54:41 2010
To all
Subject The 3rd Shard of Seanan
Rupert sat on what had become his favorite wooden chair and frowned. It
was a familiar frown, one that comforted him as much as a warm blanket.
Rupert was normally miserably happy. The life of hardship was normal for
Rupert but recent times had been agony. He removed the pipe form his mouth
and threw it across the room.
"What is the matter old one? " asked a voice.
Rupert looked around and saw no one.
"Aboot time, " he said. "What do yae have planned fer mae next? Want tae
watch me hair grow? "
"You can not age here. Your hair does not grow. But I assume this means
you are bored? " asked the voice.
"Aye. Ah'm ready to go home. " Rupert raised an eye brow and smirked. "Ah
think you'll be pleased tae let mae go nuwe. "
"Why is that? " asked the voice.
Rupert leaned forward and actually smiled. His smile was unatural and
creepy. Even the voice noticed.
"What do you have in mind? " the voice continued.
"Ah cune give yae one of thae biggest naval battles yae have seen in ah
long, long time, " Rupert replied with his eyes wide with excitement.
"And how will you do this? " the voice asked.
"Yae build mae 10 ships. 5 white, 5 black. People frume all over thae
world will cume to fight. Ah massive naval battle of gude versus evil.
Does thute have your attention, Lord Raije? " Rupert leaned back and
awaited a response.
The voice said nothing for a moment before asking "How can you manage that?
What will make them show up to fight? "
Rupert smiled once again breifly before the smile naturally turned to a
frown.
"Easy, " Rupert replied. "Ah have one of Seanan's shards. "
(OOC: February 28th, 8pm Central/System Time.
Fight for Good or Evil in a massive naval battle to gain the 3rd shard of Seanan.)
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Feb 18 16:20:33 2010
To all
Subject Hope for Good
The four Gods stood together, none making eye contact with the other.
The silence in this room was unbearable for Taliena and so she broke it.
"What can we do? The forces of evil have us right where they want us and
their momentum grows. Our soldiers have been defeated on the fields of
combat and in the banks of mortals. And now we must wait for the worlds
sailors to step up and help us save Nadrik? I do not feel as though we can
win this war without him and I think you all agree." Taliena looked to her
husband with tearful eyes. "What can we do?"
"I'll go after the shard myself," Kantilles interrupted. "I'll get it from
the old codger myself and if Raije has a problem with me upsetting his
little battle, then..."
"Then you'll get us in a war with Raije or worse, the neutral gods,"
Austinian interrupted him. "For the shards, we must rely on mortals. Have
faith in our heroes Kantilles. They still have faith in us."
Kantilles nodded, slightly embarrassed for his untypical outburst.
"Let's go brother. I think I know of some people who could use our
encouragement," Siccara said to Kantilles before the two walked away from
the room.
"What if they fail?" Taliena asked Austinian.
"Then we have to attempt Nadriks rescue ourselves," Austinian replied.
"Even though it's a trap, we're out numbered and they will have much more
power on their moon, we will have to go."
"I'd rather die with Nadrik then let them have him," Taliena said with tears
continuing to fall from her eyes. "He won't die alone."
"Don't do anything foolish, darling. We will get the shards." Austinian
walked over to a wooden case that hosted various materials from Algoron.
Looking around at several ones, he reaches into the case and pulled out a
steel bar.
Looking at the bar, Austinian gave it a wink and the bar began to twist and
take form.
The steer bar twisted and grew into the shape of a fully grown Steel Dragon.
Austinian studied the beast for a moment before closing his eyes and placing
his hand upon the dragons heart.
"I bless you with a resilience that has yet to be rivaled. May your lava
haunt your enemies for eternity. Go forth to Algoron and fight bravely."
The Steel Dragon roared loudly before launching itself mightily into the
air.
Taliena looked from the dragon back to Austinian with her eyes wide and
hopeful. After all of the time the two had loved each other, Austinian
still had a way of giving her hope.
"I have faith in mortals my dear," Austinian said with a slight smirk. "But
a little help never hurt. I'll smooth this over with Kwainin."
For the first time in months, Taliena smiled.
Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Mar 1 22:52:47 2010
To all
Subject Some Leaders are Born, not Made
Taliena placed a hand on Austinian's back as the two Gods watched the
last of the white ships sink. Austinian turned and placed his hand on her
shoulder and looked into her eyes before taking a few steps away to ponder
alone.
For the first time, Austinian looked frustrated. It was normally evil that
was disorganized and folding within itself. The roles had reversed. Evil
was winning and everything was on the line. Austinian peered into the great
sky that lined this place and considered much.
"What are you thinking, my dear? What can I do?" Taliena asked, her voice
cracking with near desperation.
"We need a leader on Algoron," Austinian replied, "and I will send them
one."
Austinian reached into his own chest and pulled out a small but bright
light. He whispered to the light while he closed his eyes.
"I make you out of my own heart. Be caring, compassionate, protective and
kind. But be strong and lead all who will follow in the path of light, no
matter what is to happen. Love them. Guide them. Bleed for them. Bleed
for Algoron."
The small light floted up into the air and started to take form.
Taliena smiled ever so slightly and looked at the new formed life and then
back at Austinian. "He's so beautiful," she whispered.
The form floated to the ground and stood. His white wings spread more than
a dozen feet as Azbogah looked upon his maker."
"Go now, Arch Angel," Austinian said. "Go now and lead the light."
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