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Writer: Scorn
Date Sun Jun 13 21:06:10 2010
To all
Subject The Report. (Trolls and Orcs)
Getting back into Althainia was no big deal. They screened me to see if
I was a listed citizen of Abaddon or Verminasia and when my name wasn't on
the list, they simply let me in. I stopped off for a beer at the Grunting
Boar Inn. It was dead or maybe I was just early. Regardless, it made it
easy to not have to speak to any one and after what I have seen the past
month, the last thing I needed to do was get a few drinks in me and start
running my mouth.
I had just enough to get a slight buzz and headed to where I was to meet my
commander and give him my full report. The buzz will make this easier.
Takes the edge off after the hell I have been through.
I'm a soldier. I'm a spy. I was sent to get recruited into Malachive's
army and did so successfully.... Almost just to die at the hands of the God
Sebatis himself during the battle of Icewall when the order was to attack
Sebatis, Cliath, Raije and the now deceased Turpa. I would have died then,
but Sebatis must have sensed something about me or my mission and
transported me out of the battle. But that's all in the past. What I need
to do today is report the new... The odd things that I have seen.
I meet up with my superior and tell him my story. He looks at me as if I
were stupid.
"Yes sir. But they are large and very strong and very ... Ugly. Some are
blue, some are green, some have red eyes, some have...."
"And Orcs, as green as goblins, but much smarter?"
I'm babbling. He's getting impatient.
"Yes sir, and stronger."
He just stares at me and its starting to make me uncomfortable. He looks
over at his 2nd in command and they share an odd nod.
"Why does your breath smell like beer?"
Great. This questions makes me irritable.
"Because I've been drinking beer......"
"You really think its a good idea to give your intelligence briefing drunk?"
"I'm not dru..." He interrupts me.
"You really think we're going to believe the words of a drunk?"
"I had a couple. I'm not drunk. I just... " He interrupts me again. He
doesn't care what I have to say.
While he yells at me all I can think about is the hell I've been through.
The training for Malachives army. Having to fight off all of the tribes of
Tropica. The Centaurs, the Ariel, those damned lizard people Bakali, and
holy god... Those annoying Pixies. One actually gave me a tail for a week.
Watching the experiments or worse, the results of the experiments, of
Malachive and his general Seanan.
"DAMNIT SOLDIER, LISTEN TO ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU."
Great, he's pissed. Like I need this crap. This moron needs to hear what I
am telling him and stop with this military garbage.
"Sir, I suggest you shut your big ass mouth and listen."
That grabs his attention. He looks shocked so I continue.
"This breed of troll were once extinct. The mage Seanan brought them back
and bred them. They are like really large, really ugly humans. They have
all of the weirdest colors skins, eyes and hair. They aren't too smart
either... In fact the solders all call them 'bloodtards' but you'd be
amazed at their wit when it comes to breaking out of their cages or
whatnot... Anyway some are even kind, although all seem to have a major
violent streak. Many have wandered off and I would assume its just a matter
of time before the continents start seeing them. They are as tough as they
come, although the mages seem to do a good job at taking them down. The
Trolls fight as Barbarians or some old clerical type of fighting. I guess
you could call some of them Shaman. And oh, they ALL smell. You can smell
one coming from around a mountain. Its a foul body odor... Like a rotten
fish."
"And Orcs?"
Good, he's listening, although I have no idea if my report will make it out
of this room.
"Orcs are green as goblins, but they are tall like humans but a little
bigger, little stronger, maybe not as smart. These guys are scary because
they are organized and most of them still follow Malachive."
"Where did they come from?"
"They were living as slaves to the Centaur. We.... Malachive... Liberated
them. They are a force to be reckoned with, although not all cooperate with
Malachive. Several of them left weeks ago."
"Anything else?"
"I don't want to go back."
Please don't send me back, you asses.
"It would take forever to get someone else into your place. You are to head
immediately."
Great. I'm getting drunk first, I don't care if you don't like it.
"Yes sir. I will leave immediately."
"If we catch you back in the Grunting Boar or anywhere else, we will arrest
you and you can spend the next few days in prison."
"Of course sir."
Screw you guys, there are portals to Arkane and they have bars there too.
I salute and get dismissed and head for the Althainian portals. Whether
they forward my report to anyone is their problem. All I need to worry
about now is getting a few more beers before I head back to Tropica and the
hell that awaits me.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Jul 15 12:07:44 2011
To all
Subject A Week of Hell (1)
Drakkara was in a foul mood. The temperate and dusky landscape that was
unmistakably her sanctuary has been disrupted with force and the somber,
still silence of her moon trembled as an angry yet familiar voice rang out
with thunderous impatience and rage. Necrucifer was here.
The advantage is on our side and yet the mortals waste time! Austinian and
Kwainin can not be allowed any chance to rally their meek following and
formulate anything that would put my well placed plans to rest!
Drakkara looked at her husband with growing irritation, letting him continue
with his infuriating tirade for several more minutes before finally cutting
him off mid-stride and snapping out. Why dont you do something about it
then?
Necrucifer stopped, his last statement left unfinished as a slow and
malicious grin spread across his features. My dear, what a brilliant idea.
Pressing a firm kiss to his wifes lips, Necrucifer was already fading from
the moons surface to put his scheme into place as an exasperated Drakkara
was left wondering whose blood was going to spill next.
Necrucifers champions gathered, an intimidating and domineering presence
before them as his need for blood and destruction was great and the time at
hand as he declared, was now. His voice rasped forward, forceful and
undeniable as he commanded them to Algoron for a merciless battle of the
heretical. Let the bloodletting begin
Rubbing his hands together with gleeful anticipation, his gazed looked to
the realm below for the first red wave of blood to flow. Your depraved
schemes will not happen this day, Brother. The soft words struck
Necrucifer, no louder than a whisper yet full of conviction as Austinian
materialized before him.
Necrucifer crossed his arms and looked upon the white clad figure with
annoyance, You certainly know how to kill a mood.
Austinian motioned to the realm below, undeterred by his brothers foul
temper. Your plans will be thwarted this day as my own champions move
forward to stop yours. The realm will know of your treachery. Austinian
disappeared before Necrucifer could offer his cryptic remark though there in
his solitude, the grin once more spreading across Necrucifers lips and the
murmur of words that followed were audible only to himself.
Is that so? I believe it only calls for a change of plans
The mortal realm lay in unsuspecting nave of all the Gods were about to
unleash as the champions descended into the realm, both Austinian and
Necrucifers heroes making quick work of spreading word of the others intent.
Mortals, eager for the chance to defend their righteous cause and show the
errors of the others skewed perspective, furthered the rallying call upon
their allies as they grabbed for armor and weapons and set out to engage one
another in epic battle.
All the Gods looked to the realm below as the battle raged for long hours,
not a word spoken as both Necrucifer and Austinian Champions fought and lead
their respective followers with absolute conviction. Mortals on both sides
defended with unselfish resilience, another stepping in to take the place of
the fallen, pressing forward with determination and tenacity that was
undeterred by loss of life only striving to fulfill the purpose and intent
of their objective.
Moans of despair and the cries of the dying littered the air like the
battlefield was with bodies, the sweet smell of death permeating the cold
terrain as the ice run red with blood. The carnage was consuming, the Light
lay is destructive defeat, the last of the Champions falling to a blade
already made crimson by those previously slaughtered. Among the wispy
threads of steam, their features haggard from the strain and draining battle
and bloodshed that they fought and witnessed, stood two mortals. A Shadow
Knight, Jazaren Maltese and a Verminasian known as Cecille Malus stood apart
from Necrucifers own remaining Champions yet the triumphant reign of victory
was present all the same.
Necrucifer could not be more pleased, a shattering blow to the Lights forces
and their already weakened morale that, in his presumptuous state, could
only mean his total domination. But before he could truly gloat of the
Lights demise, Austinian came forth, advancing on the Necrucifers champions
and striking them dead. Like a tempest unleashed, Necrucifers fury knew no
bounds as the last champion fell, a black energy surging forth as his arms
stretched forward, knocking the two remaining mortals to safety before the
two brothers clashed together, locked in a thunderous battle that raged
throughout the skies high above Algoron.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Jul 15 12:10:34 2011
To all
Subject A Week of Hell (2)
Kwainin turned to look at those that gathered to his side, their faces
reflecting the same disbelief at these recent turn of events as he knew his
own did, knowing too that action was needed and fast else the balance of
power be drastically upset. It was Raije that stepped forward first and
spoke out to fill the silence.
"I Will go."
Kwainin shook his head, the barest of smiles gracing his lips as he looked
to his son.
"No. The Balance is mine to preserve. I shall send out my own Champion to
even the odds."
Mencius, having caught word of Kwainins impending interference, decided to
move forward with all vengeance and swiftly moved in to cut off Kwainins
intent. His own Champion before him, he ordered a portal opened to the
barren wastelands while he commanded the armies of Darkness forward to
strike with deadly rage upon the red moon itself.
A cry of alarm sounded as Taliena too had heard word of all of it, knowing
that the Necrucifer and his sons would manipulate the odds in any way they
could to ensure that Necrucifer emerged victorious and at any cost, over her
husband. Feeling a gentle hand on her shoulder, she turned to look into the
eyes of Siccara who, in knowing her mothers dislike for battle as well as
the sheer amount of injury that would befall champions and mortals alike,
offered her support instead as she stepped forth to aid the fight.
Menciuss forces swept over the barren lands with lethal intent, cutting
through anything in their path unbeknownst to him that another portal lay
open with the Balance and the Light quickly pouring forth in their efforts
to squelch Menciuss deadly plot. The armies came together is a clamorous
roar of steel against steel, weapons quick to parry and slash while magical
energy flew between the opposing forces ready to delay, maim or destroy one
another.
Seething with rage, Mencius watched as the combined efforts of the Light and
Balance quickly overtook his own Champions and forces, finding defeat upon
the moon itself. His howl of outrage echoed across the moons surface as
vanished from sight, a violent storm of wind left in his wake. Kwainin and
Siccara, knowing it was only a matter of time before the remaining dark Gods
descended upon them, wasted no time in journeying to Icewall to end the
battle between Necrucifer and Austinian. But with their arrival, the only
thing that met there sight amidst all the snow and ice was a small lake
where the two had been locked in battle and the Gods themselves gone.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Jul 15 12:20:51 2011
To all
Subject A Week of Hell (3)
The red moon hung low in the sky and cast an eerie glow across the icy
landscape below, the crystallized snow seeming to sparkle as the ground
itself was a wash of crimson. Even the rippling waters of the nearby lake
had taken on a fiery tinge after the smooth and frozen surface had exploded
as the two Gods slammed down upon it, icy shards filling the skies before
raining down upon Algoron.
Kwainin and Siccara stood wondering at the empty and vacant area, Austinian
and Necrucifer nowhere to be seen nor heard with only a humming energy
seeming to stem from the lake itself. Turning her head, Siccara looked at
Kwainin, her words coming forth slowly as if thinking as she spoke.
"The water here should be well frozen in this area of the world and yet, it
runs freely with only the slightest of hum to signify that magic precedes
us."
Kwainin nods, wisdom alighting in his own response that follows. "Ice rains
down upon the mortals and it is from this lake that the shards emerged. Let
us gather them to us and see if when bound together, they will channel the
energy to tell us what happened here and where my Brothers now are."
In a blink of an eye, both were gone as they again walked the mortal realm
to call forth any of those that would aid. With a wipe of his long and
pointed nose, a putrid hued goblin stepped forth from the shadows of a
nearby stand of snow-covered scrub, beady eyes taking a moment to comprehend
all he had heard before a shrewd dawning alighted in the black depths and
his voice was made known to his master.
Livid at the prospect of being out-maneuvered and out-manipulated on top of
the added sting and humiliation of his previous defeat, Mencius descended
upon the realm again in a whirlwind of rage, barely contained as he stood
before those gathered in the Temple with one message to them all.
"You will not fail me again."
Scurrying forth to scourge the realm for the shards, it was a mad dash to
find them all, small skirmishes breaking out as each vied for the most that
would give them the advantage over the other ethos.
The Light swept the realm with efficiency and was the first to proclaim
their victory and as the mortal stepped forward with only blackened shards
in hand, Siccaras heart sank and the taste of defeat was sour in her mouth.
As she shook her head and started to speak that these were not enough,
another mortal came forward and silently held out shards of brilliant white,
a sparkling contrast to the obscure ones that they had already obtained.
"The shards alone are not enough to see what has transpired. It will take
the act of a brave mortal soul in betraying their God for us to channel the
energy needed for this vision."
The weight of Siccaras words fell like crushing stone over the gathered
crowd, somber silence filling the air as each looked to one around for what
to do next. The quiet was not long lived as in one corner, a small
commotion sounded and the crowd slowly parted as a small elf pushed through.
A bladesinger, known as Talik, stood before them all and declared his
willingness to shed the darkness that thus far had surrounded his soul.
"I am an elf before all else. I have been on the fence for some time with
this decision before me. It is Zandreya that I will take into my heart."
A soft and gentle breeze stirred the air as a soothing energy filled the
room, bringing with it the smells of wildlife and petals, nectar and earth,
intoxicating the senses in its delivery. Slowly, the shards began to melt
and with it, the vision of Necrucifer and Austinian no longer locked in
battle but held captive by another, an unsuspecting horned figure cloaked in
red.
With a startled gasp and sense of urgency, Siccara dissipated from the realm
to convey all that was discovered.
In the Temple of Darkness, those gathered before Mencius again in failure.
Bidding Telthian to step forward with the shards in hand, his contempt and
malice spewed forth as he mocked them for failing not once but twice to the
false and the weak. Steam poured forth from the melting shards as black
oozed across Telthains hands, the acidic liquid striking the floor with a
loud hissssss. His repugnance well felt, Mencius swept from the room is
torrential fury of wind, lifting and hurling anything left unsecured as if
it were nothing more than cloth. Vengeance would be his.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Jul 15 12:30:25 2011
To all
Subject A Week of Hell (4)
As the battles across the realm raged, Siccara, having learned that Raije
captured and held both Austinian and Necrucifer, also indirectly discovered
the significance of what impact it could have on them all as the magical
balance was off, the instability impacting her powers as they would
occasionally fade and flicker. It was with alarm that that she went to
Kwainin and Kwainin to Drakkara, for once all awkward and speechless as they
weighed the significance of this information in silence. It was decided,
with some trepidation, that each would send out their own messengers into
the realm to deliver this information on the mortals below.
Knowing the mortals would not willing work together, keys were sent to the
mortal realm, each with their own set to gather, that would harness enough
power to open the portal to Raije. Though the faithful of Raije heard rumor
of this plan and his Champions set out as well in an effort to capture the
keys first.
Armed with this information, the mortals were on another urgent race against
time to find the keys first so they might save Austinian or Necrucifer from
the hands of Raije, while the other Gods watched from high above, their
gazes shifting between the two constellations in the skies that continually
flickered in and out to the happenings far below. It was only a small sigh
that could finally be found when the last of the keys were discovered and
placed into the messengers hands, knowing that this battle was far from
done.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Jul 15 12:31:05 2011
To all
Subject A Week of Hell (5)
With keys in hand and the energy channeled to open a portal to the prison
where Austinian and Necrucifer were held, they found that the bounds that
held the two Gods had been strengthened by Raijes own hand and imbued into
items he held sacred, sending these down to the mortal realm for
safekeeping. With only small clues to guide them to the seals scattered
throughout the realm - a talisman, an orb, a small dagger as well as two
others, both supporters of Austinian and Necrucifer searched the realm over,
slaying the guardians that Raije had placed for protection of the seals.
Exhausted and weary, the toil and the intensity of the battles finally
catching up, the mortals that walked the Lighted path were the first to have
obtained the seals and returned to the constellations thinking that
Austinian would be freed. However, they did not count on the Gods of
Balance devising a teaching lesson for the ones ready to open the prison.
With three seals in hand, the Light could free a God yet it was Necrucifer
that was released as Austinian remaining imprisoned.
Dismayed but knowing that each held the others fate in their own hands, it
only took a moments hesitation before both sides came together, their
combined strength freeing Austinian from the binds that held him in his
prison. With both Gods free, they looked for the one that had brought them
to this pass, but Raije was no where to be found.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Jul 15 12:42:00 2011
To all
Subject A Week of Hell (6)
Taliena knew any words offered otherwise would fall onto deaf ears so she
remained in silent support of her husband, listening as Austinian paced back
and forth, his normally lowered and calming voice now slightly raised as he
barked out orders to his messengers.
"Raije must me found and found now! Scour the skies for him, search the
mortal realms. I want him to answer for what he has done!"
Necrucifer was ordering much of the same from his own minions, snapped and
snarled commands issued with no room for refusal.
"You will bring him to me. I dont care if he is dead or barely breathing
but I want him before me NOW!
As both Austinian and Necrucifer issued their orders, word quickly spread to
Kwainin and he knew that he must step in more than he had so far in this
war. The balance of the world was in great jeopardy and if it was not
brought into line once more, then the consequence of such would be
detrimental.
"Siccara and Cliath, send forth your messengers into the mortal realm and
gather Raijes followers and those that fight to uphold balance. Deliver the
message that they must work together to project Raije and the balance we
represent.
Siccara and Cliath shared a look, both agreeing that there had been enough
death and destruction through all this, quickly dispatched their messengers
and bade them to convey that it was time to bring this war to an end and
preferably by their own hand if they desired to uphold the balance in the
realm..
In the meantime, Raije had been located upon the moon's surface and the
messengers were sent word to open gateways to the surface of the moon itself
where they would be joined by Guardians of those respective gods.
"Be warned that should the Guardians perish in battle, the one that it did
represent will be left vulnerable and at the hands of another God, could too
perish for eternity."
With the deadly seriousness of this battle before them, Austinian focused
his army towards capturing Raije by weakening his defenses. Necrucifer, not
wishing anything less than total defeat, focused his armies upon Raije's
death. For all those that fought for Raije and the cause and call for
neutrality, they would act as his protectors.
The battle raged long and arduous as all fought hard into the night. The
moon's surface became littered with the bloodied bodies of the fallen as all
sides fought valiantly. But in the end, the sheer numbers of those that
battled against Raije were too many to keep at bay and as the last of Raijes
guardians fell, Raije was left vulnerable to attack. Both Austinian and
Necrucifer sent a lightning bolt of energy hurling toward Raije, the
brilliant white streak intent only on capture, while the other, an inky
energized current was fully intent on death. As the bolts closed in to
strike Raije where he stood, a lone figure appeared before them all and
grabbed Raije roughly, taking him captive before they both vanished from
sight. Malachive had entered the fight.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Jul 15 12:47:18 2011
To all
Subject A Week of Hell (7)
Thunderous storms raged, Icewall heated while Tropica grew cold and the
stars flickered wildly against their blanket of darkness as outrage echoed
through the skies at this latest affront. Immediate action was necessary
and the Gods quickly descended to the mortal realm to rally their faithful
and followings to them. The mortal cry of support shook the foundation of
the realm as they agreed to march together against Chaos to save Raijes fate
to Malachive and save the Pantheon of Power that the creators of Algoron had
made.
Raije had easily been able to make his temporary escape back to the red moon
but Malachive followed, words spoken against the others with both audacity
and conviction as he appealed to the other God to join the Chaotic army.
Though as each word dripped like bittered dregs from Malachives lips,
Raije's temper snapped, getting the better of him as he lunged for the
younger God and the two squared off in battle.
It was this scene that the forces of Algoron witnessed as they came through
the portal to barren wasteland of the red moons surface, and quickly they
too took up the cries of battle and moved forward to engage though it was
not to be as Malachive and Raije whisked their battle away and out of reach.
There was no time to wonder at the battle overhead as they found themselves
surrounded by dozens of Chaos giants, the forty foot mammoth beasts bearing
down on them with lethal intent. The two armies collided together in an all
out battle to the death. On and on the onslaught of swords and axes ringing
out against one another and slashing and hacking of sharpened steel against
vulnerable flesh sounded, the air mingled with scents of blood and carnage,
cries of tortured pain and screams for destruction.
One by one, dragons and mortals were picked off, the giants proving to be a
powerful enemy and even if one were to fall, another one fresh for the fight
was there to take its place. As the likelihood of their victory looked
grim, the Gods re-rallied their armies and came after the dwindling giant
numbers with ruthless force. With this new found energy, giants began to
topple and fall like overgrown trees as the axe makes its final cut.
Necrucifer had been watching the battle with a shrewd gaze and while he was
please with his armys tenacity, there was one figure that had stood apart, a
mortal amongst all mortals who had long served him well. It was into the
humans mind that Necrucifers voice now filled.
"There will be a time tonight if the moment is right, where I want you to
lead My faithful against Austinian."
The migraine was instant, a pressure unlike any other that overrode and
consumed his head completely. Both arms and legs fell weak as the nerves,
bones and muscles seemed to simply dissipate in the presence of his God and
had any been near enough to him to strike, the Shadow Knight would have
fallen dead and bleeding where he kneeled.
With all the strength that Reklah Kayen still possessed, his ragged and
pained whisper replied.
"I will do whatever You command, God."
And there, on the barren wasteland of the red moon, the tide turned as
Necrucifers forced began to viciously attack the unsuspecting Light and
Balance, showing no mercy in their brutal slaying.
Malachive, his fight against Raije far from over, used this opportunity to
try to and finish off the older Raije. The battle between the two was
spectacular and witnesses by the mortal realm as both forms grew large in
the skies, each one trying to overthrow the other and issue the final blow
of defeat. Far below, Algoron watched with eyes wide and disbelieving
horror as Malachive reached forward to grab hold of Raije's heart only for
Raije to over powered Malachive, sending them both hurtling through the
darkness of the night and slam against the surface of the red moon,
deafening the entire of Algoron as the moon cracked through its very
foundation.
By now, both gods were stunned and tired but neither would back down,
knowing too well the cost that would come at the hands of the victor. In
the end, it was Raije who mustered his Strength, shooting a fiery ray at
Malachive and striking true, one horn flying away from the blast while the
flesh seemed to peel from Malachives frame and his bones disintegrated to
dust.
As the ethos known as Darkness took this day and the mortal realm and
immortal skies begin to settle anew into its quiet and sometimes not so
quiet animosity against each other, there was a bittersweet victory for all
with the defeat of Malachive.
Far below, a kenders tiny hand closed around the tip of a blackened horn,
smiling at its reflection in the obsidian shine fore happily putting it into
his pocket.
(ooc: Thanks to Cayenna for getting the hell week quests put into story form)
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Nov 10 15:57:22 2011
To all
Subject (Kwars) ASSASSINATION!!!
The room was dark but lit well enough by candle light. On the throne sat
the Empress surrounded by a few trusted guards.
A dark oak chest was placed before Kharynn Mamoritai, Empress of Althainia.
A solumn look from the guards told her almost everything she needed to know.
The courier was pushed back by the guards, one of which held out his sword.
"Is the sword neccessary?" Asked the courier.
"Yes" stated the guard. "Shut up and stand back."
With a slight bow, the courier stood back. "Only doing my job, good sir"
the courier offered politely.
A mage, an employee of the kingdom of Althainia said a few words as he waved
his hand over the chest and then offered the message "Tis clear. The chest
contains no magic, no curses. No venom."
Without emotion, a bodyguard dressed in brown leather opened the chest and
then looked away with disgust.
"What is it?" The Empress asked.
"Empress, you do not need to see...." The guard replied but it was too
late.
Empress Kharynn reached into the chest and pulled at the knotted golden hair
at the top. The head fell from her hands instantly as she gasped and fell
backwards. A slight scream filled the room.
The head appeared elven, if not for the stubble on the face. The Emporer
had gone missing for months and now it appears his fate was revealed.
The guards rushed to comfort the Empress who lay stunned on the floor.
"Just doing my job!" Repeated the Courier as the Althainian guard rushed
him to the ground and tied restraints on to his hands.
"What the devil is that?" A guard asked hasitldy amid the confusion. He
had noticed a black power seep from the ear of the Emporers head. "Clear
this room! Get the Empress out of here!" He yelled.
The courier lept from the ground and with both arms bound behind his back,
but was restrained by the guards.
"I'm not getting blamed for this! I just make deliveries!" He kicked at
the guard, sending one off balance. He fell back into the candle stand,
knocking the candle into the drapes, which instantly caught fire.
"Get the Empress out of here, now!" A guard yelled.
As the drapes quickly burned, a single line of flame shot out in 5
directions. One small ball of flame rolled up next the decomposing head of
Emperor Kaedinn and then it ignited.
The explosion could be heard from all over the city. Flames and smoke shoot
into the sky around the palace.
None survived, save one lonely guard who was suffering from severe burns and
could barely breathe from the smoke. He laid still, almost comatose and
dying.
Althainia had been sabotaged. The Emperor and Empress had been
assassinated. The future of the worlds biggest empire is now at stake.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Apr 13 13:30:58 2012
To all Shalonesti Abaddon
Subject The Althainian/Shalonesti Invasion of Abaddon
Written By Cayenna
Glancing with foreboding at the imprinted seal, he noted the recognized
emblem before his thumbnail broke through the colored wax, unfurled the
missive and swiftly read. The moments passed as he looked down over the
parchment before his eyes skimmed it again, reflecting first his disbelief
and then a surge of anger that resulted in the crisp white paper crumpling
within his hand. As she watched her husband, Nianica's eyes widened as
well, though hers was a look of alarm that could not be quelled as she
demanded answers. "What is wrong? " The kings gaze did not meet his wife's
as he looked forward to where their vast army held their ground amidst the
swampy waters, clearly discerning those in close range but the fog doing
much to obscure those that spanned further out, making it impossible to
accurately account for their numbers. "We must give the signal. "
Nianica's horrified gasp was enough to turn Aelthran's stare, cerulean eyes
meshing with his green. "You can not mean it?!? We've come so far and
through--" The Elven king cut her off before she could finish, his voice
deadpan with his delivered message.
"The mutiny in Althainia is over and leadership is dead. Already their
troops steal away or withdraw entirely. With no support incoming on that
front we have little choice but to find our own retreat. To remain... " He
trails off for a moment, the frustration clear on his face. "... We are
left vulnerable and put many Elven lives at risk. " At her startled
silence, Aelthran's soft sigh and whisper was audible only to his queen as
he leaned toward her and implored her for agreement. "Surely you must
agree? " Nianica took several seconds to digest this bit of news, her eyes
closing with resignation as she slowly nodded. "Of course this is the right
course, It is just tha--" Aelthran urged his gryffon closer, a heavy palm
lying comfortingly upon his wife's arm. "I know... " Turning from his
queen and gave the command. "Blow the horn and let them know to turn back.
There will be no battle for us. " With one last look to the south and what
could of been, his shoulders drew back with resigned decision. "We
withdraw. "
___________________________________________________________________________
Not a breeze stirred through the obscure and desolate fog that crept across
the bog, even here on its northern edge where the elves had steadily trekked
all day in their silent and unchallenged retreat. Now, as the already
dismissal light that marked the day turned to midnight with thick tendrils
of misted haze continuing to envelop the landscape and shroud it further
with its chilled touch, many an elf felt the cold shiver of fear race down
their spines as the stretched troops, bone-weary from trudging through the
murky swamp finally made camp and hunkered down for the night. A good day's
travel from the gates of Abaddon and gaining the outer reach of the fiendish
marshland did nothing to settle their unrest, the eerie, unnatural silence
continuing to follow and surrounding them as they wiped putrid slime and
other grisly matter from their boots. Not a single fire dotted their camp
with the moisture that clung to the air and smothered it where it lay or for
the few able to spark a weak flame, suffering as thick cloying smoke rolled
in black waves and hung low from the struggling fires, clouding their
normally keen vision and burning both eyes and throats as the constant
drizzle formed sodden soot ponds and effectively trapped the acrid smog.
They were quickly doused.
Unable to sleep, Niancia tired to imagine the rising dawn upon the gloomy
horizon, the deep shadows, cramped muscles and weary fatigue telling her
that the hour of the wolf was almost behind them. Even that thought did not
offer comfort, a shiver coursing through her and unbidden, her teeth began
to softly chatter. Feeling Aelthran's gaze turn upon her, she huddled
closer, her hushed voice a screaming whisper through the stillness, "I do
not like this. " The urgency in her voice drew response as Aelthran shifted
slightly to look upon his queen, steady and assessing before offering the
barest of nods. "I will send word for the troops to ready themselves and we
will depart this unearthly mire with all haste. "
___________________________________________________________________________
Standing guard upon the rear flank, elves still stood amongst the fetid
waters trying to peer through the veiled brume of lazy swirls against a
shadowed backdrop as they tried to discern each pattern as enemy or nothing
more than a mired illusion. The faintest of currents ruffled the air, an
out of place oddity that sluiced through the fog like a knife and with its
parting, a haze of color suddenly loomed out from the dreary gray with
large, hulking shapes appearing to shift against the dim light. "What th--"
The words fell away as suddenly the airborne dew was illuminated with
staggering brilliance, as if millions of diamonds surrounded them and
awashed the sky with blinding light, unaccustomed and unfathomable as they
had tread in dusky passage for so long. It sang past the sub-commanders
face, consuming him in blazing heat that burst him afire and with a
struggling gasp for air, the acrid flames became a passionate kiss that
stole his words and left him in a pile of smoking remains. Horrific screams
were cut short as the smell of scorching flesh took their place in the air
with rivers of blood and gore formed as the white fire melted elves where
they stood. And in the minutes that followed, a young elf still untried in
battle and frozen in shock at the grotesque picture unfolding before him,
watched as the flames licked high around his legs and with it, his mind
snapped shut with delusion bliss. A sick smile spread with cruel insolence
upon his lips as he howled out in pained elation, "Ice does melt! " And as
his brain oozed upon his sagging shoulders, the unit known as the
Glacialdancers was no more.
___________________________________________________________________________
The bowels of hell ripped through the fog and shred it in a chaotic rage as
the first wave of battle surprised the sitting elves like dazed ducks on a
pond as Abaddon advanced in a loud clash of metal upon metal with the
already mucky ground now a gruesome and slippery trek with the prevailing
scent of sweet, spilled blood mingling with acrid charcoal and stagnant
water. Upon the western flank, Noami's magi cast an inferno of spells upon
Abaddon's 2nd macemen as they swarmed from behind, a mixture of hunched,
disfigured and disjointed forms that were caught in webs of magic,
transfixed long enough for Elven crossbows to range them from afar.
The element of surprise past and with the dragons and the one warder, Berald
taking to the air, Shalonesti was quick to rally with their archers swiftly
forming a line of defense and attack as clumps of mud, rock and loose debris
swirled in a whirlwind around them. Ground troops on both sides were
temporarily blinded with course grit and dirty water as the chromatics took
to flight though Shalonesti was not deterred as they used the screen to
serve as a well placed diversion to complete their set up before firing
arrows into Abaddon's line of clerical and infantry units as they stood
exposed, dropping them like flies. Like the arrows that sliced through the
air, bits of bone and rotten branches launched like projective missiles as
the hulking scaled beasts swooped low to spew their blistering fire and beat
massive wings against the ground to stir any loosened object, the sharp ping
off ringing metal deafening them as much as the cries of pain as arrow,
jagged bone and branch alike ripped through exposed flesh.
___________________________________________________________________________
Even as the four Chromatics circled overhead, maws gaping open to rain
scorching flame across the raging battle, Elven troops held their ground,
each unit advancing with muffled swiftness to meet their foe as it emerged
from the soupy landscape. Cavalry flanked either side of the Dancers-
Earth, Thunder and Fire with lines of crossbowmen and archers falling in
behind. Even as impressive as the small army was, it was not nearly
finished as magi took to both the eastern and western flanks with infantry
filling in the gaps and surrounding their kin that now fired arrow after
arrow into the air, taking aim at the monstrous dragons that colored the
skies. And still more troops advanced with their reticent steps, like a
wave before its ascending crest with weapons and magic poised to strike upon
the precipice of the impending battle, thousands of elves upon the mire
working together in their effort to drive back the ambushing army.
A quickly as the chaotic melee took Shalonesti by surprise, it dissipated,
Abaddon finding themselves vastly outnumbered as vallenwood arrows drove the
dragons out of reach and as Elven swords severed limbs and heads from
enemies and undead creatures alike, a trail of blood and excrement seeping
into the already befouled ground as Abaddonites disappeared back into the
obscure depths from which they came.
Panting for breath and awaiting further command, elves stood skittish yet
determined in the wake of battle, every unit peering into the thick fog and
searching blindly for further concealed threat or even the ghostly
supernatural ones. Through the fog, the low sound of a horn blew its
trumpeted song and as elves began their northward journey anew, their steps
were quickened as eerie howls echoed all around, augmented by unidentified
crunching sounds or the feeling that an invisible boned finger reached out
to whisper against their flesh or slide along their very soul.
___________________________________________________________________________
The southern sky lay cast in crimson haze as the last sound of the horn
faded, the first change in the charcoaled skies as the perpetual fog
eclipsed the sun to shroud the landscape in a constant state of twilight.
Several elves turned with a start as an unnatural scream pierced the air,
the densely contained moisture prevailing as a curtain to obscure distance
and direction and hide what may lie beyond. With a shake of his head,
Aelthran gained his gryffon and turned toward the north with commanding
presence and a strong and confident assurance in his low voice. "We held
our ground under ambush and sent them running in bloody disarray. Their
cries of defeat echo around us. This day is ours. "
___________________________________________________________________________
Hearing the Elven horn, one unit turned for home, soft footfalls splashing
through the ankle deep waters as they made their way north. Through the
gloom, a grotto rose out of the swampy waters sending a murmur of
uncertainty rippling through the troop. Before them, a lone figure emerged,
slender and tall with tendrils of wispy smoke swirling around the cloaked
figure as she beckoned them to her. The elven leader of the Icedancers
looked around to his counterparts before turning back, already advancing
several steps before realizing that the woman was no longer there. His
voice shook as he called out "Who is there? Show yourself. " Silence
answered him and as he turned back to his men, his breath lodged in his
chest as elves continued to stand where he had seen them only moments
before, only now their visages bled white with sunken sockets for eyes that
blazed bloody crimson as they glared at him. Slowly their lifeless bodies
began to shuffle forward and as their cold fingers reached for him, he
realized that the scream that pierced the air was his.
___________________________________________________________________________
Even as Shalonesti claimed their victory, the swampy bog claims its own.
Writer: Scorn
Date Fri Apr 20 11:00:55 2012
To all
Subject The 5th Shard of Seanan
The slot machines were mostly quiet and there were no gamblers in the
poker rooms. So no fuss was made when a security team stormed into the
Champions gaming palace.
"It's secure!" Said Balmor, a human dressed in all black with two curved
swords at his waist.
Balmor steps back into a corner where he can get a view of the main room.
Another security agent drifts over to him and smirks.
"Why are we here today?" He asks.
Balmor shrugs. "Randorf doesn't usually tell me why he does what he does.
And I don't ask."
"Probably not bad advice" the second security agent states quietly. "The
man is probably the most powerful and influential single living being in all
of Algoron. Kings and Queens do not dare to interfere in his affairs."
Balmor calmly steps in front of the security agent never breaking eye
contact. Through an intense stare, Balmor says "Quit talking and do your
job."
The security agent nods and walks around the room studying every last detail
just as the rest of the security team does.
A broad dwarf dressed in over the top expensive clothes and jewelry walks in
and looks around with a frown upon his face.
Shaking his head Randorf mutters under his breath "Dead. Tis all too normal
now days."
"Balmor... Come." Randorf orders.
Balmor steps forward. "Sir?"
"How long has it been like this?" Randorf asks.
"To be honest sir, too long." Balmor replies.
Randorf nods. "Well I knew the money wasn't coming in as it used to.
However, I always assumed someone was stealing from me."
"No one who values their life would steal from you, Baron." Balmor replies.
Smirking, Randorf says "True. I think its time we cashed in our chips and
get this place rolling in the jeweled eggs again. Take a few teams to my
private safe. Get the shard. Do it now."
Balmor frowns. "Sir. With all due respect, it's going to take at least a
week to gather up the team necessary to get and protect that shard. Every
kingdom on Aloron will come for it."
"Let them. No one knows exactly how deep my resources are. I'll go head to
head with the entire planet if I must."
Balmor just stares expressionless at Randorf.
"Relax Balmor" Randorf says with a smile. "They will see that getting this
shard is much easier if they do it my way, although watching a huge fight is
tempting, I need this place active again! The gamblers will take home the
prize of the century! You get the shard and I'll get the word out on
"I'll begin planning safe transportation sir. However, I wouldn't be doing
my job if I didn't offer council."
Randorf smiles. "By all means."
"If evil wins, this will grant them the final piece of the shard and would
doom Nadrik. Are you concerned about any fall back by their followers?"
"No." Randorf says quickly. "People will always come to the arena and
spend money. The Knights aren't exactly my best customers any way."
"Also sir, what about pay back from the Gods themselves? A card game to
determine the fate of the world? I can imagine Devion would enjoy the
irony, but what about Austinian?"
"Raije will protect me. Let me worry about my soul. This is what I want."
Randorf says with a smile. "This place will be the center of attention
soon. Get the Nexus Hold-Em tables ready! Stock up on ale! This will be
the single most important cards tournament in the history of Algoron!"
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
=A POSTER IS HUNG UP ON EVERY MAJOR STREET of EVERY MAJOR CITY IN ALGORON=-
(ooc: 05/06/2012 - 5pm Central/System Time, help cardgame, help 'nexus
holdem')
CHAMPIONS GAMING PALACE
NEXUS HOLD-EM TOURNAMENT FOR THE PRIZED "SHARD OF SEANAN"
Five Rooms of Nexus Hold-Em with up to 6 players per table. Each table may
not exceed 3 players playing for the light or for the dark.
5 egg buy in.
Tournament Style.
Once the 5 winners are declared, the winners enter the Wade Room for the
final tournament with a 10 Egg buy in and it will be played out in
elimination style.
Winner takes all AND the shard.
Be sure to get your practice games in!
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Writer: Scorn
Date Mon Oct 1 11:55:28 2012
To all
Subject The Elven Riot
Randorf may very well be the only Dwarf bold enough to enter Shalonesti.
He may also be the only dwarf who is tolerated within the Elven gates. That
is not to say his presence was welcome but nothing on this day was typical.
Randorf wanted to see the results of the elven riot with his own eyes.
To call an elven riot typical is to not to know of anything Elven at all.
They are a slow paced and modest society. Slow to act at times and far too
proud to display overly acts of aggression unless severely agitated.
However the mood in the elven kingdom had changed. For the very same reason
that mere humans seemed to lose their minds was behind today's riot. Their
sports team. The Shalonesti Quicksilver.
Randorf walked at a steady pace with his endless line of personal bodyguards
at his side. He could hear the muffled comments objecting to his presence,
but chose to ignore them. Fans were always spouting off about something it
seemed, but it was rare that the anger ever evolved into an organized
destruction of a building.
The arena itself was not typical, at least not any more. It had been burned
down.
"Ah suppose no one even tried to stop this?" Randorf asked no one in
particular. An elven woman dressed in expensive robes responded to Randorf.
"The fire was contained OUTSIDE of the stands" she said with a slight smirk.
"Ambrosse brought Chaos into this city. He put one who worships Malachive
on the team. If that is not bad enough, he publicly stated that he wished
Malachive would destroy our forests" she stated plainly.
Randorf sighed. Looking to his assistant, he gave instructions.
"Hence forth, all of thae remaining Quicksilver games will bae played in
their opponents stadiums. Next year, if Ambrosse wishes tae remain the
teams owner, he will find ah new host city, if at all possible. Hae will
also pay for any new stadium. Ah will nute bae footing thae bill for this
kind of mess."
"So you're going to allow him to keep the team??" The elven woman asked
surprisingly.
"This is nute my issue. Ah ban no mortal from competing. Ah will nute
involve myself in thae politics of this either other than to say this is ah
slightly irritating distraction during thae season. Bute thae Quicksilver
will play here no more and as of next season, they will nute carry thae
Shalonesti name. You'll have tae go tae other cities tae see the action or
get yourselves ah new team" Randorf said in an irritated tone.
Looking at the burned pile of rubble, Randorf shook his head. "I'll leave
your fine city to clean up it own mess."
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Jan 10 23:54:24 2013
To all
Subject The Heart of Time
There was nothing unique about this rock other than the fact that is was
large and had one of the most rare beings in all of Algoron sitting upon it.
Sitting on top of a sea cliff over looking the Lutsa Rusu sea, the Balanx
scribbled in the very journal that was the core of its universe. Balanx can
see much of the world around it. They document everything of importance and
very few moments can escape these angelic servants of the neutral Gods.
So it came as a great shock to the Balanx that without any warning there
stood an unnaturally pale skinned elderly human man standing before it. The
Balanx's large sapphire eyes blinked twice and said in a soft voice "...
How... Who are... Why did I not......?" Before collecting itself to
finish the sentence with "forgive me. Where are my manners? My name is..."
"Shhhhh" the human interrupted. "I know exactly who and what you are.
After all, I am not here by mere chance."
The old man carried no weapon and no staff, which intrigued the Balanx since
the man wore tattered old mage robes that looked as if they used to be red,
possibly decades ago or more. The man sat on the rock next the Balanx. His
gaze left the Balanx as he scanned over the sea, a sadness apparent on his
face.
"It is odd and yet very interesting that I did not see you coming," the
Balanx stated "and even more odd that you know who I am and I do not know
your name nor your purpose. "
The old man brought his gaze back to the Balanx. "It must feel awkward for
you for your natural gifts to not work on me.... Or my friends."
A band of soldiers walked into view led by an Orc wearing heavy runed plate
armor scaled to his massive form, a milky-red symbol starkly visible on it,
and bristling with weapons strapped to his back and his sides. He gripped a
viciously bladed sword in his hand while glaring through the long black
dread-locks hanging around his face. With each step, the clink of the
broken shackles hanging from his wrists sounded forth.
The Balanx stood up alarmed, a reaction he was not accustomed to.
"Is this an attack? State your intentions!" The Balanx said.
"Our intention... Is time travel," Seanan stated plainly. You see, I am
Seanan Stormwar, General of Chaos and this is the Orc Crothus and his
friends. Crothus is the Everchosen of Chaos, our Champion and leader of the
army of Chaos."
"And your intentions have what to do with me? I can pause time, I can not
travel in it." Ankabasanu stated.
"I am well aware of your limitations, Balanx," Seanan said in a matter of
fact tone. "However, I do not share in those limitations. I have time
traveled before and intent to do so again. No mortal that walks these
planes is as old as I am. However, there are... Complications... And lets
call them ingredients for doing so. You just so happen to be in possession
of said ingredient."
Ankabasanu looked back at Seanan curiously. "And you intend to take it by
force if I do not hand it over?"
Seanan smiled gently. "Trust me when I say that this is not something you
would just hand over. While it may normally sadden me to have to kill such
a rare creature as yourself, I know your master VERY well and nothing would
please me more than to kill the servant of that bastard." He turned to the
orc next to him. "Crothus.... Please remove his heart from his chest."
"With pleasure," Crothus stated with a grin.
Without any further delay, Crothus swung his sword at Ankabasanu's gut, but
the Balanx displayed extremely fast reflexes and barely avoided being
gutted. Other members of Chaos circled around the Balanx. Crothus swung
his sword again, this time at Ankabasanu's throat. Ankabasanu leaned back
and avoided the blow while lunging forward with both legs and kicked Crothus
in the shins in a low drop kick type of motion. In one swift move,
Ankabasanu sprung to his feet and kicked the sword from Crothus's hand.
Another member of Chaos dove at Ankabasanu but Ankabasanu dove out of the
way with ease. The attacks were coming too swift towards Ankabasanu and he
sprung into the air with his insect like wings sprouting forward.
His flight was short lived as a ball of dark energy shot from Seanan's hands
and hit the Balanx directly, sending Ankabasanu crashing to the ground.
Ankabasanu rose up quickly but Crothus was already on top of him. Crothus
smashed fist after fist into Ankabasanu's face and head. Crothus paused for
a moment as Ankabasanu looked up dazed. Not satisfied, Crothus continued
his brutal assault on Ankabasanu pounding fists into the Balanx's face until
Ankabasanu was barely recognizable.
"Enough," Seanan said. "Finish this."
Crothus removed a dagger from his belt and grinned leaning down close to the
Balanx's ear and growls. "Go ahead, pray to your God for help."
Ankabasanu was barely alive, much less conscious. "Sebatis.... Aid me," he
managed to mutter before passing out.
Seanan and the rest of the Chaos group all laughed in amusement.
"Yes, SAVE him Sebatis," Seanan mocked. "Fool. The Gods care not for
anyone but themselves. You will receive no aid on this day!"
"This seems like as good a time as any to save the Balanx," a young voice
from behind them stated.
Seanan and the members of Chaos turned around to see a childish looking boy
draped in red robes, a wooden gnarled staff and wearing the kind of smirk
that would make it appear that he knew something you did not, yet wish you
did.
"A child?" Crothus asked surprised.
"Sebatis!" Seanan said with his face turning into a deep frown.
"I'm serious. You couldn't write this any better if it were a story!"
Sebatis stated with more amusement than seemed appropriate for the
situation.
Seanan and the members of Chaos stared at him awkwardly and without a word.
"Okay.... This would be the part where I cry out 'LET MY BALANX GO! '"
Sebatis said with a range of sarcastic drama filled tones, "and you guys do
an evil laugh and refuse to let him go so I start kicking asses." Crothus
laughed. "He's just a child! Say the word Seanan and I will cut out his
tongue and eat it while he watches!"
Seanan turned to Crothus quickly and said "Don't...." Before being
interrupted by Sebatis.
"It's ok old red wizard of the towers now turned into a semi dead traitor of
magic guy. This is my favorite part." Sebatis said without emotion while
turning his smirk to Sebatis. "Hey Orc..... Want to see a magic trick?"
Without any further warning Sebatis slammed the bottom of his staff down
into the ground. A ridiculously large shockwave rammed into the forces of
Chaos and sent them flying violently high into the air and off the sea
cliff. Seanan immediately closed his eyes and started a chant. A dark
energy revolved around him as dark portals opened up to catch each falling
Chaos member just as they plunged into the ocean.
"Impressive," Sebatis stated curiously. "I did not teach you that."
Seanan turned to face Sebatis before speaking, his frown still fixed upon
his wrinkled face. "Oh I have learned a great deal since my departure from
your teachings."
Sebatis' smirk left his face. "And your new powers still work? Then
Malachive does still exist then. Or at least a piece of him."
Seanan managed a weak grin. "He does. Want to see more?"
Sebatis' expression changed into a full fledged smile. "Oh, I would like
nothing more."
Seanan raised his hands and they began to glow with the dark forces.
Time slowed down to almost still as Ankabasanu rose up beaten and bloody.
"Master... With Seanan's attention directed at you, the powers he was using
to nullify my powers have faded" Ankabasanu said. "Strike him down. Strike
him down now."
Sebatis shook his head. "Are you kidding? I want to see what he can do!
But you will have to wait for me on the Red Moon. You can watch from there.
You can not be involved in whatever transpires from here going forward.
Record this. The world will need to know how this turns out," Sebatis said
with a wink.
Seabtis snapped his fingers. Instantly the Balanx's wounds closed, bones
mended and the bruises on his face healed.
Ankabasanu nodded and lept into the air with his wings outstretched and flew
upward toward the red moon. After he traveled a moderate distance, time
began to turn normally.
Seabtis turned his focus to Seanan just as Seanan's dark energy shot from
his hands towards Sebatis.
(to be continued in an upcoming Game Wide Event)
Writer: Scorn
Date Wed Apr 24 22:31:32 2013
To all
Subject AGL World Title Press Conference (ooc: AGL is Sunday 4/28/13 6pm)
The room was full of chatter and excitement as bards, reporters and
interested parties shared their enthusiasm for the Randorf Del'Nichi
announcement. It had been a long time since the AGL World Title had been
defended and the Baron had already announced the match at a recent AGL
event. Posters were passed out around the room announcing the 8 person
Althainian Championship torunament followed by the AGL World Title Match.
(ooc: 4/28/13 6pm)
The crowd noise was reduced to silence upon Randorf's entrance. He was
surrounded by his normal staff of assistants and personal security, most of
which were very imposing looking Dwarves.
"Ladies and Gentlemen..." Randorf began. "Allow me to introduce to you THE
AGL World Champion, the Minotaur Invoker of the Black Tower, Dxutim
Ka'rahv."
A midnight colored Minotaur made his way into the room. His robes were
colored similar to the creatures fur, although the fur had haphazard gold
fringes. His face was void of any emotion and his emotion was oddly calm.
A dark emblem of Drakkara could be seen just under his left eye. The golden
AGL World Championship belt was draped over his shoulder as he moved to his
chair next to Randorf.
Randorf put on an awkward smile and waved his arm back top the entrance of
the room before addressing the audience.
"And his opponent, the challenger, the Hill Dwarven Battlerager hailing from
Wargar, the number 1 contender, Mozely!"
A dark skinned dwarf bearing light colored scars that showed this Dwarf had
spent far too much of his life in the sun poked his head in the door of the
room. His fiery blue eyes looked around at the crowd and his expression of
annoyance were apparent to even the daftest of people. His massive arms
were covered by worn and tethered clothes along with a satchel filled with
various weapons and of all things, a bugel which protruded out of the top.
His hair was shoulder length and dread locked but covered with a hat that
had by far seen its better days. Most of the room noticed the metallic
smell of blood and the sour smell of ale that entered the room as the same
moment as Mozely, but none made mention of it.
Randord continued to smile awkwardly as Mozely made his way to the seat on
the opposite side of Randorf. Upon noticing Dxutim, Mozely scowled and
never removed his gaze from the champion until Randorf made addressed the
crowd again.
"We will now accept any questions from the audience" Randorf stated as he
sat down behind the table separating them from the crowd.
A 30 something human male holding a scroll and ink was the first to ask a
question.
"It has been a long time since Dxutim defended the title and certainly most
of the people I have spoke to determined that it has been very hard to find
him an opponent. That is certainly a testament to his power and his legacy
as a champion. So my question is, was it difficult to find him an opponent?
I know Mozely was already the number 1 contender but did the AGL have to
force him to fight the champion?"
Mozely rolled his eyes and Randord smiled. Dxutim looked over to them both
as if he were slightly curious as the answer to this question."
"No" Randorf replied. "I offered the number 1 contender the first
opportunity at the championship and Mozely instantly accepted." Another
reported chimed in immediately "Why?"
"Whute do yae mean WHY?" Mozely replied angrily. "Yae talk of Dxutim like
he is thae dream champion. An unbeatable force! More like an unbeatable
farce if yae ask me!" Mozely wasted no time waving a finger at Dxutim.
"Yae bae a disgrace to yur race Minotaur."
The room was silent for a moment.
"How is that?" Dxutim asked.
"Yer a bloody Minotaur! Supposed tae bae ah strong and proud race! Mighty!
Honorable! Yet instead of swinging an axe with your God given strength and
wearing real metal over yer broad shoulders like ah real warrior would do,
yae wear those sissy robes and cast magic spells tae do your magic fer yae!
Yae may as well be grazing in a pasture with the other cows instead of
calling yerself ah Minotaur!"
Dxutim stood to his feet and addressed the Dwarf.
"You are one to talk about magic enhancing ones power, Dwarf. Look at the
size of your arms. I think its obvious that you are using PLENTY of magic
to enhance your own strength."
Mozely stood to his feet, his eyes wide with anger over the insult.
"Yae think ah I use magical enhancements for mae arms? You over grown cow
paddy, the only enhancement Ah've ever used was when ah had tae satisfy yur
mom!"
Randorf interrupted "Next question!"
Dxutim interrupted any possible question from the crowd.
"The only way my mother would be pleased by you is when I EASILY destroy
you. You know that you are no match for me. In fact, I intend to defeat
you in a way never seen before by the likes any AGL crowd! You are brave, I
give you that but just as your insults have proven, you are a daft idiot and
I will have no problems disposing of you in front of all of Algoron in 4
nights time." (ooc: Sunday evening 6pm)
Mozely took out an axe, raised it above his head and yelled "WHY WAIT TILL
THEN?"
Dxutim rose his hand and lighting started to build up open his fists.
Randorf's security detail charged in between the two Gladiators as
lightening spread across the room.
"Thisconferencebaeover!!" Randorf yelled nervously as he was escorted
quickly out of the room. Mozely could be seen being restrained by no less
than a half dozen security personnel as the crowd quickly made its exit.
Writer: Scorn
Date Sat Jun 8 00:15:08 2013
To Chaos all
Subject The Flames of Chaos: The Kindled Fire (I)
His merciless slavers were gathered en masse around the outside of a pit
dug into the jungle's earth. The better to corral and direct the slaves
chosen to do battle. They told him he was a gladiator, but he knew better
and his crimson gaze narrowed as he eyed the rim and the crowd of centaurs
that had gathered to watch blood spilled. Treated as animals, they were
expendable meat to their owners and he let that thought feed his anger until
it raged through him - and then he looked to his opponent who stood across
the earthen hole from him.
The giant ogre was a hunched creature and corded with muscle that was
scarred and etched with numerous wounds from battles won and lost. Today,
one of them would lose their life and he knew in his heart that it was not
his day to die - not yet.
His axes were familiar, their handles worn appropriately to his grip and he
spun them once before knocking the blunted tips together with a sound that
riled the crowd. His opponent growled, hateful yellow eyes narrowing. It
held a huge flanged mace in the right hand and a kite shield on the right
arm, though for all it seemed to care it might have been wielding a stick
and a buckler. It slammed the mace against the shield, lowered its head and
began loping toward him without further provocation.
He shrugged off the outside influences, pushing all distractions away, and
set his focus. He had speed, maneuverability and experience. The giant
ogre had reach, strength and a thick hide. He knew that it wouldn't be
enough today for the lumbering creature.
He ran at it, closing the distant quickly and anticipating the rising swing
of the mace, he blocked with his left axe. He had a moment then to meet the
eyes of the giant ogre and he grinned before disengaging. The next sound
that rang through the pit was the grating screech of steel tearing through
metal as he cleaved through the huge shield. The crowd cried out at the
sound but as the shield fell to the ground, nearly in two pieces, the
cheering returned at a fevered pitch. The giant ogre growled, bearing its
teeth at Crothus, and switched both its meaty fists to the handle of the
mace. The next swing of that weapon whistled through the air with
obliterating force but Crothus was out of range, having backed away from the
enraged monster to best gauge his next attack.
He feinted, drawing the giant ogre into another wide, obliterating swing of
its mace and then ducked inside the blind spot which gave him ample time to
slice his axes down the brute's side and back, leaving long rents through
the flesh that began to bleed profusely. Its roar of pain drew screams of
encouragement from the centaurs and it used its free hand to swing back
wildly, catching Crothus in the ribs. It would have sent him sprawling but
he rolled with it and was back up and waiting for his prey with a growl of
his own that trickled with feral intensity.
The battle drew on, the giant ogre persevering despite the wounds Crothus
inflicted again and again and like a pair of enraged titans, they continued
to clash. Blood dripped down the orc's chin from his mouth and a
superficial cut along his scalp. He had broken ribs and bruises galore. He
knew he was going to win this battle... But his attention broke at the
height of the giant ogre's next attack and he found himself gazing at a man
walking amongst the crowd, unhindered, unhurried - peering down on him with
purpose.
Everything changed suddenly, as if a shadow passed over the sun. He saw the
man, recognized him as Malachive and then his attention snapped back to the
giant ogre even as a writhing agony erupted down his back. His opponent's
weapon was centimeters away from his head, a blow that could easily shatter
his skull. His eyes closed, a half second or less, as he anticipated the
death that had never been a part of this dream and then abruptly, it all
faded.
The roar of the crowd, the giant ogre and its stench, the scent of blood...
Writer: Scorn
Date Sat Jun 8 00:17:57 2013
To all Chaos
Subject The Flames of Chaos : The Flames of War (II)
The forest of the elves was thick, its green scent heavy with the rain
threatening to pour from a sky that promised violence. He saw it as a solid
omen and his lips curled in a hard smile, feeling anticipation rise in him
alongside the heat of his fury, which burned eagerly.
His enemy was far ahead of him but he was in no rush. Those of the Dungeon
had lead him toward this path, their plan obvious: wait in ambush for the
elves. This was where he excelled and it was with patient timing that he
closed the distance.
The rain began to fall in earnest as he made his way, lightning ripping
through the clouds while deafening thunder rolled with abandon. He was
soaked in moments when the sky opened, little rivers of water falling from
his black dreads and down his Chaos armor, but all such distractions were
pushed to the side once he heard the sound of battle rise. Swords and
staves, flaring acid and the now familiar hum of the bladesingers. He was
drawn through a haze of red as adrenaline spiked through him and without
hesitation, he threw himself into the ongoing altercation.
He relished the moments of confusion, no matter how brief they were, when
his blades fell upon the unsuspecting enemy and grinned with malicious glee
as pained and surprised yells finally turned the tide on him. Blows rained
down but he was ready, the odds were always against him. He gave back as
good as he got, much to the dismay of whoever found themselves in the path
of his weapons, and the pleasing metallic scent of spilled blood began to
rise.
He gave ground and then took it back, unsurprised when the injured fled and
were subsequently chased by the opportunistic. His cares were for the enemy
before him and his blows fell without mercy. A sword flew from slick hands
as he disarmed it. A shield cracked, the sound tearing through the clearing
violently, and was subsequently discarded. A body fell heavily and the
sound of steel parting flesh or scraping over armor was the music that
lifted and fell in a great and wonderful cacophony.
He was wounded, bleeding profusely, but his prey was nearly dead.
Staggering, entangled by the unmerciful chains of his flails, his focus
would not have wavered but he had to look when he noticed the man - no...
Malachive - walking through the nearby forest.
Nothing, neither the rain nor the darkness, impaired his recognition. And
upon the cresting moment, agony writhed down his back, becoming more
pronounced with each powerful thud of his heart.
The pain also brought him back to the moment and his gaze swung to the
enemy, which had regrouped. He had time to see the blades, the sickly green
glow of magic, race toward him and his eyes closed. Only a moment though,
only a fraction of a moment, and suddenly the rain was gone. The blood, the
battle...
Writer: Scorn
Date Sat Jun 8 00:22:36 2013
To all Chaos
Subject The Flames of Chaos: The Searing Embers (III)
A great black expanse without end lie above and staring into it, he knew
he could lose himself. He was a tiny thing to it and he hated that. He let
that hatred pour strength through him and, tearing his gaze away from it, he
looked down instead and found a landscape both familiar and disturbing. It
was a moon, perhaps once the red moon but now, milky red and he stood in the
center of a symbol of Chaos that must have easily spanned the entire half he
could see. It was a magnificent work of art and he knew that Algoron would
be able to see it.
His grin was malicious and though he was enthralled with the sight, he found
his attention drawn to the barren surroundings and he realized... A battle
had been fought here. Bloody, violent. Giant rents marked the ground, long
furrows had burned deep into the crust and laying all about were bodies.
Wispy, insubstantial. They were each of them important, signifying
something that made his blood run hot with barely suppressed fury. Chaos
had been victorious here though, and all Algoron could witness it. They
would all know...
The air shimmered before him, drawing his attention back from the
surroundings and Malachive appeared before him as if He had always been
there. It was abrupt but Crothus knew the Bringer of Chaos for what he was
almost instantly.
Pain began to throb along his back, his scars writhing as if alive. He felt
the aura of Chaos radiating from Malachive and reveled in it, nearly brought
to his knees, but the chance never came. The Godson reached forth, His hand
touching to Crothus' chest and words resounded through the nether - of his
mind, of his very existence.
'This is the freedom we fight for. ' And Malachive's free hand gestured to
the moon and the insubstantial bodies that appeared now to be comprised of
constellations. He leaned forward then, until there was less than a hand's
span between them and said 'You have proven yourself... My Everchosen. '
His ears felt as if they might be bleeding, so powerful was the aura of
Chaos emanating from the God before him and then, his chest felt as if it
were on fire. Like being branded by acid. He heard himself gasp at the
agony ripping through him beneath Malachive's hand over his heart, and then
there was only the endless dark above and the God's words
'Keep searching. '
////*\\\\
Crothus sat in relative silence before the shrine of Chaos, gazing up at the
symbol around which the Warp thrived, contemplating the depths of the
blessing and the mantle that had been placed upon him.
'The Lord has picked you, Crothus. ' Seanan's words, echoing from a not so
distant past. 'You stand now as His Everchosen. '
More than a sentiment, it was a position of leadership as much as a blessing
and the burning handprint over his chest reminded him eagerly of this with
each breath. It still felt like acid and he ground his teeth even as he
grinned through the pain. The ball that Malachive had begun rolling was
picking up momentum, and he intended to be at the forefront when it struck
Algoron.
He rose slowly to his full towering height and all his armor settled to the
sound of leather and metal shifting. He could feel the power of the Warp
twisting, changing and as he stared up at the many pointed star of Chaos, it
pulsed around him as if in anticipation. The time was right to gather the
others.
"Let it begin." He uttered in a soft growl and turned to stalk back into
the great hall.
Writer: Scorn
Date Thu Jun 20 20:26:10 2013
To all
Subject The Heart of Time (part 2)
(See The Heart of Time History Note to catch up on current events)
Sebatis took the brunt of Seanans dark energy spell full force and it
managed to make Sebatis take a couple of steps backwards.
"Impressive!" Sebatis said with a sly grin. "But how's your defense?"
Sebatis shot forth a blast of acid from one hand and and lightening bolt
from the other. Seanan managed to fade out and allow both attacks to pass
through him.
"Phasing, eh?" Sebatis said with a sarcastic tone. "Too bad my spells are
a little... Advanced."
Both the acid blast and the lightning bolt had managed to turn around behind
Seanan and strike him unprepared from the back. The lightning bolt knocked
Seanan forward and the acid managed to burn some of Seanan's skill and
clothes.
"You'll pay for this," Seanan said as he rose to one knee.
Seanan's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he began a chant. With
little effort, the General of Chaos grew about 400 feet tall.
"Whoa!" Sebatis said impressed.
Seanan quickly stomped his foot over the top of Sebatis and smushed his foot
down deep into the earth creating noise that could be heard for hundreds of
miles away.
As the dust settled, Seanan looked under the crater his foot had created and
saw no corpse.
"Come out and fight me, you worthless scum! Join your sister in death!"
Seanan snarled.
"That was NOT a nice thing to say" a voice bellowed.
Turning around, Seanan could see Sebatis was every inch as tall as Seanan
now and he saw just how strong he was when Sebatis's backhand struck him in
the face. The force sent Seanan flying through the air into the ocean.
Sebatis flew behind him staff first and hit Seanan with so much might that
it sent Seanan flying high into the air for miles.
Seanan landed on a distant shore in the shallow water creating a huge
splash. Shrinking down to his normal height while stunned, Seanan crawled
to the shoreline. Waiting for him on the Arkanian shoreline was Sebatis,
also now at normal height.
"What else do you have?" Sebatis asked with a smirk.
"Perhaps.... Perhaps my powers are not on par with Malachive's. Perhaps I
... Alone can not destroy .... A God," Seanan said defeated.
"You think?" Sebatis said. "I wanted to see what you could do and I have
to tell you, I was only slightly impressed. But now I think it's time we
retired you to the after life old wizard."
Seanan looked up at the Neutral God of Magic. "Your towers.... Killed me
once and Malachive brought me back. He will do ..... So again."
"Oh, I'm not a mere dragon sending you to your end wizard. I am the very
God who gave you your initial powers, who constructed the red tower and
who...."
Unnoticed, Seanan pulled a severed horn tip out of his robe pocket and
pointed it at Sebatis.
"The horn of Malachive I presume? Are you offering me the last bit of
physical remains of Malachive for your life?" Sebatis asked seriously.
Seanan grimaced and managed to mutter "I was told to only use this.... When
the time.... Was right. I only offer you.... Your death... God of
Magic..."
A black vapor rushed our of the horn and in an instant struck Sebatis
through his chest. The dark vapor consumed Sebatis and seemed to be tearing
him appart internally.
Screaming in agony..... Sebatis started to glow full of his own power and
after an agonizing moment, the black vapor exploded off and away from his
body. Falling to the ground, another form fell from the heavens.
"Zandreya... You are too late," Seanan said weekly.
"Not if I get him to back off of Algoron now you wretched traitor!"
Zandreya replied.
Seanan pointed the horn at her and zapped the dark vapor at her, but she was
too quick. Instantly she touched Sebatis and the two disappeared.
The vapor continued to travel and struck the dirt in a a field several
hundred yards away.
Seanan managed to crawl to his feet, muttered a spell and disappeared.
The dirt where the vapor struck began to rumble and the earth started to
move. A small centipede crawled out and towards the outskirts of western
Arkane.
There, an overweight sweaty janitor was pulling garbage to one of the towns
dump sites along with 3 other of the kingdoms janitors. The centipede
crawled up of his leg and shirt up to his face where it bit the janitor
right on his greasy cheek.
"DAMNIT!!!!!" The janitor yelled out in pain as he swatted the centipede
away.
"What's wrong Alvin?" Another janitor laughed. "Didn't your stupid mother
ever tell you not to let the bed bugs bite?"
"More like d-d-d-d-ddon't let the b-b-b-b-bed b-b-b-bugs b-b-b-bite if she
was stuttering idiot like you," another said mockingly.
All of the janitors laughed as one of the other men shoved Alvin to the
ground.
Alvin laid on the ground and cursed under his breath.
"I am t-t-t-t-t tied of being p-p-p-p-picked on." Alvins stuttered. "I
h-h-h-h-hope these b-b-b-b-bugs g-g-g-g-grow like a g-g-g-giant and
k-k-k-k-kill y-y-y-you all."
The bug that Alvin had swatted away started to twitch and grow instantly.
"W--w-w-w-what the?" Alvin looked on surprised.
The ground rumbled and shook as hundreds of the giant red centipede's came
to the surface. An even larger yellow one rose to the ground and looked
Alvin over. "P-p-p-please d-d-d-don't h-h-h-hurt m-m-m-m-m-m-m....
M-m-m-m-m-m.... Me!"
The yellow centipede spoke as natural as a human, although quite a bit
louder.
"You are the creator and we will carry out your orders!!! We will kill them
all!!"
Alvin sprung to his feet and took off in a run back towards Arkane.
(the story continues in tonights quest and its up to the players to see where this goes)
Writer: Scorn
Date Tue May 6 22:04:29 2014
To all
Subject The 6th Shard of Seanan
Expensive tables and chairs adorned the New Thalos bar. The corners were
filled with plush pillows surrounding pitchers of iced drinks and
contraptions for smoking the establishment's extensive collection of fine
leaf. Others played cards, but most in this bar simply drank and kept to
themselves. That is, until SHE walked in.
A human woman appearing to be in her late twenties strolled into the place
as if she owned it. Her hair was long and brown, her eyes blue and her
smile was infectious. Even the most timid of males were drawn to her as she
walked in and every one of them knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was
smiling only at him. She wore a gown that seemed to the women in the bar
that she was missing far too much fabric in the revealing open sides of her
waist, low cut and loose top and down the side of her thighs.
A particular ariel man could not resist himself. He left his card game in
mid hand forfeiting whatever winnings he may have had to approach the woman.
His burnished golden eyes locked upon the woman's and without any control of
his own, his yellowish golden feathers expanded out in full extension
knocking over the drinks on the each table beside him.
"How cute! Did you just Peacock?" Drakarra asked mischievously.
Ignoring the spilled drinks and the scowling looks of the men Fynix had just
offended, he walked slowly to the woman.
"I'm... I'm Fynix," he said before her returned gaze interrupted him.
"Of course you are," the woman replied.
Fynix smiled before continuing, "By all things sacred, I swear that you were
made by Cliath himself."
"Is that so? Aren't you quite the charmer." The woman stated plainly, her
smile turning into a smirk.
"If only words could do your beauty justice," he replied before being
interrupted by the woman.
"Why waste those lips on words?" She asked slowly, her gaze locked onto
his. "Take a drink with me."
The woman picked up a glass of whiskey from the table next to them. As she
touched it, the glass began to fizzle and a strong green vapor escaped from
the top of it.
It was unclear whether Fynix downed the shot with such urgency because he
wanted to show off his manhood or if he just wanted to get back to their
conversation as quickly as possible. Perhaps he needed the liquid courage.
Regardless, Fynix began to choke on the whiskey and began to cough.
He smiled and tried to play it as cool as he could but the coughing got
worse until it felt as if he were being strangled from within his own
throat. His eyes began to roll into the back of his head as he fell down to
one knee gagging.
The woman stared off at another man with the same smile that she walked into
the place with. The man smiled back. In fact, all of the men (and one very
tall crew cut haired woman) were smiling at her. No one gave any notice to
the choking Ariel dying upon the floor at her feet.
A white robed hand touched Fynix by the shoulder.
"Relax friend," the voice spoke as the hand shot a jolt of white magic into
his body.
Fynix began to regain his composure. After a moment, he was helped up by
the white robed man.
"Back to your cards friend and do not fret, you are not the first to fall
victim to this one's spells."
Fynix slowly walked back to his card game, thankful for the assistance but
more embarrassed than anything else. He gave the woman one last wink as he
rejoined his game.
"You're no fun, Kantilles," the woman spoke slyly. "And why wear those
robes? I thought we were supposed to be inconspicuous."
Scanning the woman up and down, Kantilles responded with a smirk. "Oh yes,
you are oh so inconspicuous. No one will ever notice you, Drakkara.
Besides, isn't half the world in the Conclave at present time? I'll fit
right in."
Drakkara said with unapologetic boredom, "Oh waaa. It's about time our
followers were the flavor of the month. Why did Sebatis want us to meet
anyway? What's so urgent? Shouldn't we all be spending our time plotting
creative ways to murder each other?"
A young human male approached the table. He was clean cut and well dressed
and looked wise beyond his years.
"Because, we are currently the only members of our families speaking to each
other," Sebatis stated plainly. "Although if you would return Nadrik to his
family, NONE of this would be necessary."
"Thank you for actually saying the words," Kantilles agreed quickly before
Drakkara interrupted in protest.
Drakkara objected, "We agreed that we would keep communication open IF the
topic was magic and the betterment or protection of it. However, I will not
sit here and be ganged up on over other matters of politics!"
Kantilles stood and yelled, "Matter of politics? YOUR SIDE HAS MY BROTHER
PRISONER IF FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN TO TORTURE MY PARENTS AND YOUR SON
MURDERED MY SISTER! No doubt on orders from YOUR husband! Matter of
politics? If you dismiss these acts so lightly again, I swear that I
will....."
"THIS DIRECTLY CONCERNS THE TOWERS!" Sebatis said loudly to get both of
their attention.
The three exchanged glances around the bar to see if anyone had noticed the
loud voices and arguing. The bar seemed to be business as usual.
"Privacy spell," Sebatis stated plainly. "I had no choice but to cast it
after I saw what Darkkara was wearing. Regardless, I bring you both news
that affects everything. Nadrik, Necrucifer, the towers, all of us."
Drakkara muttered, "Waste no more words then."
Sebatis began. "A Dwarven miner found the 6th Shard of Seanan buried deep
in the hills outside of Ganth. I never expected those iced over cliffs to
be mined. I bet they were looking for Cliath's hand. To make a long story
short, he is from a long line of Raije enthusiasts on his mother's side.
His father's side tended to be miners which is probably why they lived much
longer, but anyway, he found it and he sacrificed it to Raije and was
rewarded pretty handsomely with a shiny new powerful axe that the uncle on
her mother's side killed him for it. I'm not sure why Raije would give a
miner a powerful axe as a reward. Not the smartest gift, but you know how
demented he gets."
"The Shard?" Kantilles interrupted.
"Ah, right," Sebatis continued. "Father said for all Neutral gods not to
pick sides in your war right now, so Raije has decided to put the shard up
for contest. We all know the way he looks at things."
Drakkara smirked. "Yes, he's special. We know. Continue. What is the
contest to be?"
"He wants every single Kingdom and every single Clan, except Chaos of
course, to elect one champion. They will decide to fight for good or to
fight for evil or not to fight at all, then they will meet in the AGL arena
and the last team standing wins the shard. The way he sees it is that we
have 7 for sure Good Kingdoms and Clans, 7 for certain evil ones and 7 more
that could go either way. He specifically included one member from each of
our towers."
"And the red tower will fight for whom?" Drakkara said sarcastically.
"She still refuses to believe that the Red Tower doesn't do the bidding of
good," Kantilles said as he rolled his eyes.
"The Red Tower will join whatever side THEY decide to. No Neutral gods will
intervene on this decision. Kwainin has forbid it. Our mortals have free
will."
Now it was Drakkara's turn to roll her eyes. "What a load of crap. When is
this fight?"
"26 days from now."
"26 days of political turmoil and pay offs from the worlds leaders and from
within our own towers," Kantilles mumbled with tired sarcasm. "Remind me to
thank Raije for this personally one day. Or better yet, WHEN we free
Nadrik, maybe he will have that honor."
His comment forced a smile upon Drakkara. "Then let us waste no time.
Kantilles, I wish you the worst of luck."
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
OOC: Sunday June 1st 3pm CST. The 6th Shard Quest Battle. One champion
will be decided from its membership of each of the following groups (minimum
100 prestige hours) or they may elect to abstain from battle:
Knighthood
White Robes
Shalonesti
Justice
Althainia
Shalonesti Kingdom
Arkane
Shadow
Black Robes
Bloodlust
Abaddon
Verminasia
Marauders
Darkonin
Wargar
Slayers
Red Robes
New Thalos
Thaxanos
Ganth
Nordmaar
Writer: Scorn
Date Sun Jun 24 14:14:45 2018
To all
Subject The Shards of Seanan World Quest Summary Catchup
-Gods of evil break God long lasting treaty by birthing and hiding
Malachive, son of Necrucifer and Drakkara.
-Gods of Neutrality vow to destroy Malachive. Out numbered, evil refuses to
protect him.
-Gods of Good save Malachive's life from the Neutral Gods, hoping that he
can be raised as a normal mortal.
-Malachive gains power while in hiding in Algoron, eventually develops a
crazy chip on his shoulder and decides that all Gods are the bane of all
living creatures and must die. Creates the Chaos faction and begins mass
recruitment/conversion away from religion.
-Evil uses the distraction to declare all out war with the Gods of Good and
assassinates Kadiya in a double cross by Devion.
-Gods of Evil create a brown dragon hatchery to lure Nadrik into a trap.
Nadrik is defeated and held captive on the dark moon where he is tortured
daily.
-Being out numbered 6-4, the Gods of Good decide to place mortals in charge
of finding and capturing the Shards of Seanan, a shattered ancient artifact
that would allow them to rescue Nadrik without any further risk. Good
requires 8 pieces of the shard to use the artifact. -Evil finds out plan
and battles good for piece of the shard as they are found.
Shard 1: Massive Battlefield (Evil Wins due to the enlistment of Slayers)
Shard 2: Bidding War for financially drained orphanage (Evil Wins)
Shard 3: Massive Naval Battle (Evil Wins)
**Evil Needs one more shard to prevent Goods rescue plan.
Shard 4: Red Moon Battlefield (Good wins)
Shard 5: Poker Tournament (Randorf obtains shard and funnels it through poker competition, Good Wins)
Shard 6: Marauders win Champions tournament but sell shard to good. (Good Wins)
Shard 7: Knighthood defeat the Puppet Master to obtain shard. (Good Wins)
Current Shards: Good 4 (require 8) Evil 3 (require 4)
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