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Writer: Gabriela
Date Sun Feb 18 21:18:11 2018
Writer: Gabriela
Date Sun Feb 18 21:20:28 2018
Writer: Gabriela
Date Sun Feb 18 21:25:05 2018
Writer: Renna
Date Wed Feb 21 15:49:17 2018
Writer: Renna
Date Wed Feb 21 16:03:36 2018
Writer: Renna
Date Wed Feb 21 16:12:49 2018
Writer: Talrenvor
Date Thu Feb 22 16:44:12 2018
Writer: Talrenvor
Date Thu Feb 22 16:47:22 2018
Writer: Talrenvor
Date Thu Feb 22 16:50:55 2018
Writer: Talrenvor
Date Thu Feb 22 16:53:29 2018
Writer: Talrenvor
Date Thu Feb 22 16:56:10 2018
Writer: Talrenvor
Date Thu Feb 22 17:01:08 2018
Writer: Talrenvor
Date Thu Feb 22 17:03:04 2018
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Fri Feb 23 15:46:19 2018
Writer: Mercerion
Date Sat Feb 24 00:29:08 2018
Writer: Talyariel
Date Sat Feb 24 02:48:47 2018
Writer: Talyariel
Date Sat Feb 24 02:54:09 2018
Writer: Tamaska
Date Sun Feb 25 17:00:18 2018
To All Mercerion Rasavadi Immortal Necrucifer Roleplay
Subject A Battle Waged.
Tamaska sat quietly in the war room as she used a damp cloth to clean the
last of the blood from her arm. She admired the fresh tattoo on her shaved
forearm, making certain the design was how she wanted it. Flexing her hand,
she watched the muscles ripple underneath the image of a sun that was being
eclipsed by a blood red symbol of Necrucifer and grinned. The yinn gathered
up the tools and returned them to their bamboo box before stowing it away in
one of her packs.
She stood before the table in the war room, glancing over the maps that she
had been studying and shifted through the stack carefully. On one old map
Skull keep was easily visible but on the newer maps only a small indication
of where the ruins remained, some maps even failed to show them at all.
Tamaska snarled to herself and slammed her fist down on a newer map where
Skull keep should have been.
Her mind went to her encounter with one of Gareth's former Crown Generals
earlier that eve. She had expected their blades would clash but the General
instead chose to even the fight with one of their common enemies. After the
battle had ended, the Knight approached her and they spoke of Eclipse and
those who seek to raise the banner once again. He had already had a similar
conversation with her brother.
'Eclipse will not be allowed to return. I'll make certain of it or die
trying, ' Tamaska had snorted at the Knight's words and suppressed a
chuckle, her eyes studying the knight as she stared at him unflinching and
spoke, 'If that is how it must be then so be it. You can try but Eclipse
will never fully be gone, not so long as any of us still breathes.'
If Mamoritai was willing to die to stop them, that could be arranged but
only death would stop Tamaska's fight for the return of Eclipse.
It would be a good battle, indeed.
Writer: Vyasa
Date Tue Feb 27 16:39:45 2018
To All ( Fatale Immortal RP Admin Scorn )
Subject The Assassin known as Benthic
The first strike was not expected to be so strong, he had truly
under-estimated the assassin and his skills. The strike was true and
straight to his shoulder in the back. It was to disable the use of the arm,
however, All it did was pierce through the armor and nick the flesh. The
assassin then tried to grab him and throw him to the ground to no avail.
The count quickly grabbed the man and used his own forward motion against
him and threw him aside.
Swords and daggers swiped and swatted at one another, only finding flesh or
armor when a maneuver allowed for such. If the count twisted to far, the
assassin was able to get a dagger in under the armor and leave deep gashes
in the flesh underneath.
Perhaps it would have been easier to just cut the throat of the Assassin and
get it over with, without a fight, but then it would have just been a mercy
killing and that was not something the Count cared for.
The fight did not last long and then the final blow came, The Assassin knew
it was time for his request to come true, the strike of the count came true
and cut through his chest into his heart leaving him to stiffen and the
daggers to fall from his hands to the ground. The assassin slumped forward
and uttered one word Brother and fell to the ground dead.
The count picked up the body and took it to the temple, laying the corpse
upon the alter. He uttered a soft prayer to Fatale so that the brothers
could be once more together in death as they were in life and he walked from
the temple, cleaning his blades as he strode along the streets to his home.
Writer: Zola
Date Thu Mar 1 18:43:40 2018
To All Abaddon Arkane Bloodlust Darkonin Verminasia Immortals Fatale Kyri
Subject X Fall of a Friend X
So much to do, so little time. Even with a virtual eternity stretched
before him, there was so much to do it made every moment precious. The
Deathscythe was mix of contradictions these nights, half of the time waiting
patiently for the moment to be right, the next in a flurry of activity to
make things ready for the next coming moment. Tasks, orders, projects,
family, All keeping him busy as the hours passed, from dusk until dawn each
and every night.
Such was his haste for his latest endeavor he almost didn't notice until too
late. When he did, he came to an abrupt halt in the cemetery, his hollow
gaze cast out to the edge of the graves to a recent, new addition.
No, he hadn't been mistaken. He recognized the name.
[Delphinus]
Moving so fast he seemed to materialize out of the fog and shadow, Zola
nearly gave the gravedigger a heart attack as he demanded to know what the
name was doing in the cemetery. Trembling and on the verge of wetting his
pants, the poor man replied that an assassin with a death wish had tried to
kill the Count, and instead been himself ended.
"And the assassins name?" Zola cared nothing for the failed assassination
attempt. Indeed, he himself would have been pleased to see the Count's life
ended. But such a poorly executed move meant only one thing. The fool had
wanted to die.
""Benthic," the poor gravedigger replied. "B-benthic Delphinus, my lord."
He recognized the name, of course. One of his old disciples. He'd been
brought from the hypocrisy of the Light into the Darkness, along with his
brother. And now...
A heavy metallic sigh emerged from the mask of the Deathscythe, as Zola
lamented what he already knew to be true. Benthic was dead. The poor, lost
soul, consumed with rage, lost in madness and childishness, had finally been
brought to an inglorious end. Nor was the timing a coincidence. With the
fall of Kahlyn Snowdragon so recently in the kingdom of Arkane, Benthic had
lost one of the few remaining souls he treasured in this world. He simply
was not strong enough to go on alone.
Casting a hollow gaze over the casket, Zola then turned to the still
trembling digger. "Ensure the body is buried properly, " he intoned darkly.
"No animation for the city guard." Custom in Abaddon was executed
criminals were re-animated as skeletal guards, their bodies consigned to
protect the city they had otherwise taken advantage of or threatened.
"Of course, my lord." replied the digger. Not because he recognized the
Cardinal's authority, but because what was being done had already been
ordered.
"Attend to his body. I will deal with his soul, " Zola said by way of
departure, dipping his hooded head and sweeping through the cemetery towards
his destination: the Grand Temple of Fatale. A new task added to his list
of things to do. A prayer on behalf of a lost soul, in order to alert his
hallowed patron of another incoming to His domain. Perhaps death would
afford Benthic (and his brother) the peace they could not properly find in
life.
Still slightly perturbed by the Cardinals words and actions, the gravedigger
quickly turned his attention back to his work, shoveling a fresh patch of
soil and tossing it into the grave, where it impacted the pine box below.
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
Writer: Vyasa
Date Thu Mar 1 22:05:45 2018
To All ( Imm RP Meki )
Subject Delivering the Body of Benthic Delphinus
The Count strode through the graveyard and snapped at the grave digger
for daring to bury the body that was being prepared for transportation to
Arkane. Hissing under his breath he ordered the body exhumed and properly
delivered to the King of Arkane.
A set of guards were given to the corpse and a runner to carry a missive
about the Death Duel that took place between the Count and the Assassin.
The missive explained the facts that would remain between the King, the
Count, the Countess and the dead.
Once the body was delivered, The brothers would be united in flesh and
buried in death side by side.
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Sat Mar 3 18:55:58 2018
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Sat Mar 3 18:59:03 2018
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Sat Mar 3 19:02:50 2018
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Sat Mar 3 19:06:58 2018
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Sat Mar 3 19:08:29 2018
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Sat Mar 3 19:09:57 2018
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Sat Mar 3 19:11:59 2018
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Sat Mar 3 19:13:45 2018
Writer: Hanon
Date Sun Mar 4 04:56:01 2018
Writer: Hanon
Date Sun Mar 4 08:15:51 2018
To to All imm rp
Subject Fw: the Order [I]
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| From: Hanon
| To: Waaagh Zola Dalathas Chaos Slayers Althainia Order Shrek Raije Zandreya Kwainin RP
| Subject: the Order [I]
| Date: Sun Mar 4 04:56:01 2018
Sludged ichor dripped from Gatehouse walls as a skeleton with an arrow in
its eye slumped to the ground. The bearing and standard of a Guardsmen
stamped upon his platemail armor.
"Och, eh? De' fo shealbh wot devilry bae et work er'" MacLeod thought to
himself as he walked anxiously between the large stones grown rife with
disrepair and damage. MacLeod had been scouting the Vale for the last few
weeks sent into the lands to ponder upon Barakiel's fate and the impetious
barkings of Waaagh and Zola the mad.
Hanon MacLeod had also been struck by sore blow when the Empress Clarissia
had gone back on everything that had been said by the last Emperor. "se
bloodae much te be done, an so little or able te help" MacLeod pondered to
himself as he wondered on his new understandings and pereptions to the
future of Greystoke Keep.
He only had one thought as he entered into the Great Hall
and that was to Order.
Writer: Hanon
Date Sun Mar 4 08:16:24 2018
Writer: Hanon
Date Sun Mar 4 10:34:34 2018
Writer: Maccus
Date Sun Mar 4 13:49:17 2018
To All Bloodlust Fatale
Subject The Long Nights
Boarding the Crimson Tide he took a deep breath. The scent of the ocean
and death lingered in the air. It had been some time since he had a chance
to take time to himself to reflect and think on tbe events that had passed
in time. Was he doing the thing that he needed to finally? Were the
personal wars inside him reflecting the man he truly was? Had everything he
had done for himself since converting to Fatale?
His boots clunked heavily on the wood as he made his way to raise the
anchor. His strong muscles turning the wench which raises the anchor. With
only a slight strain and a huff he was finally able to raise the massive
weight and lock it in place. With a deep breath and a small grin he
continued his way about the ship, opening the sails as to begin a voyage to
some place. His footsteps grew louder and more confident as he worked,
finally reaching the wheel of the ship. Not even bothering with his gloves
he took control of the decaying and battered wheel and set course. His
thoughts slowing down as the full masts sped the ship out of the cape and
into the ocean.
He looked up into the night sky for a brief moment, no cloud coverege that
he could tell, only the bright light of the moon and stars baring down upon
him. With the ship creaking and lurching forward, his mind slowly calmed
and focused on each wave crashing against the ship.
Writer: Hanon
Date Sun Mar 4 16:44:12 2018
Writer: Hanon
Date Sun Mar 4 17:02:25 2018
Writer: Hanon
Date Sun Mar 4 21:16:13 2018
To All Slayers Shrek IMM RP Kwainin Raije Cliath Kyri scorn
Subject the Order [V]
Hanon walked bloodied and exiled from his clan hall into the wilderness,
more angry then hurt or betrayed. The Overlord had dragged him out and
attacked him while exiling him. Usually Hanon would agree to this and think
it good, however it was Hanon only mentioning the fact that you couldnt have
a Justice member, serving as a Lord, the Overlord had argued she liked him
there for the Recruiting position. Hanon Macleod had put his face in his
palm and sighed, then why not Advisor or Chancellor, a million other roles,
For this very mention Hanon was exiled and beaten stripped of rank, he now
summoned himself a gate to Icewall anand trudged along the icey groves into
the blackwoods forest. He had felt grieved, he had felt hurt he had felt
betrayed, scared no, angry no, with purpose yes. As he had good words with
three very good and reputable in their ways slayers, Barakiel, Bayman and
Uryu he carried his way on into the Vale of the Dragons.
Camouflaged in place, he began scribing the mission statements and what had
been a mutual statement a consistent statment from across, multiple voices
and clans.
We will fight the blood drinkers, we will close the warp, we will destroy
Malachive, and protect our own.
So the Vision of the Order became clearer to Hanon, opposing Waaagh's views
of destroying the children and gods to the point of control.
He wrote it thus:
the Order, are there to protect the world of things that would harm her, for
this reason we shall take into practice those of the DragonSlayers, the
Talon and the Gypsies. We will broaden our houses and have a round Table,
in righteousness we shall serve and judge those that seek to harm the
natural world.
Were as the Slayers seek only death and wish to kill dragons, the Order is
there to protect the Natural unless it proves itself to be an enemy to other
mortals at large and in numbers
Therefore *Vampires with the most immediate concern and perverse affliction
would be the Orders main concern, research and defense skills abilities to
destroy the Undead with Holy or even Unholy methods must be devised.
*manatonics being born into mystery are now considered under investigation,
they are welcome within the keep and no longer hunted.
*dragons and angelic entities will be considered neutral and not to be
attacked unless they wish to fight our organization and attack us or they
are seen attacking others, (we are the peacekeepers we will stop them)
Hanon MacLeod whiped dipped his quill in the ink as he sat motionless in the
vale, awaiting one of the large Firstborn Dragons. He remembered the days
of the Wardens, he Remembered Talon. He could fight for them again.
To this extent the Order will not only broaden the Slayers capabilities in
research and defense but will allow the clan to actually come to some sort
of consensus with Althainia Arkania Knighthood Conclave and All those that
see the Slayers as the now pest. It would be a beneficial place one of
learning.
Hanon folded the piece of paper up carefully and thought and placed it in
his pocket, having spoken to only the old guard he now had courage.
"You can return now if you dont say anything and keep quiet" the cold
telepathic mind emnation of Masc'dek came to Hanon as he sat in the
wilderness. "Mmmph, he thought to himself" and replied "I'll keep to
myself" and kept on waiting for one now he might not consider prey but might
consider to deal with, he knew the great Firstbornes wouldnt like him there
but he wished to reason with one, to see what memory of the Talon remained,
they too had secrets.. And Hanon MacLeod remembered many..
to be continued...
Writer: Maithion
Date Mon Mar 5 11:15:21 2018
Writer: XiaXia
Date Mon Mar 5 11:20:35 2018
To All ( Taliena Imm Rp Religion )
Subject Just a Normal Day
XiaXia sat cozied up on one of the sleeping pads above the Shalonesti
Alter, translating the tenants of Taliena into other languages. She was
still working towards her goal of mastering All languages of the realm to
better communicate her faith to others.
"We already have a cleric in the formation, you stay here. "
"Hey, why do you get to go, how about you stay here and I go. "
"Are we going to help the mage level? Can I come? "
She chuckled to herself as she sloppily crossed out some lines in her
journal. She was finding the language of the kender much more difficult
to master than that of the dwarves. Her concentration was broken by
the friendly bickering-- a common struggle within the grove. There was a
formation taking a young mage out to complete his training and there
was an argument over who would get to help and who would have to stay
back. She sincerely wished, from the bottom of her heart, that the other
clans, enemy or not, also showed this level of support to their trainees.
Disagreements were never something she liked to hear-- however if there
was going to be bickering, this kind was the most acceptable.
Looking up from her journal she addressed the group, "can I offer you
all some spells and blessings before you head out?"
Yes, just another day.
After granting spells and opening up a nexus, she settled back to her former
position and turned back to her book. Turning a page she began to scribble
out a thought.
Being a priest, did not mean one always had to focus on grand gestures and
global impact-- the day to day was just as important, just as impactful, which
is sometimes forgotten by those who donned the cloth. Of All religions. You
can give All the sermons in the world, to strangers, enemies, people in every
crevice of the realm, but if your own clan or kingdom, your own brethren, your
friends, were not feeling your presence, then were you really being successful?
She closed her journal and sighed with a smile before addressing the
clan, "May I be of service to anyone?"
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Mon Mar 5 14:43:05 2018
Writer: Aliera
Date Mon Mar 5 17:23:44 2018
Writer: Leylani
Date Mon Mar 5 18:30:39 2018
Writer: Mercerion
Date Tue Mar 6 00:39:28 2018
To All Immortal Religion ( Storyline Eclipse )
Subject Nobilis Factum. Mors ante dedecoro (Eclipse storyline)
The air was electric with tension as Mercerion stared hard from the east
gate of Althainia. The Guards had shut themselves within the gate, the
reason plainly visible. Just hours before, the lot before Mercerion had
taken their vows publicly, and stepped into the light of the world in order
to Eclipse it. When their vows were spoken, Mercerion voiced Gareth's
intent to intercede on behalf of Algoron, as much as anyone may have
expected to happen. With Grim Purpose, Mercerion had set to working
blessings into his armors and weapons, and gathered Phodric, his warhorse,
from Giles. As he was preparing to ride through the gate, A squire flagged
him, and asked where he was riding to.
"Cross Roads. I anticipate the followers of Skull keep will intend to mete
out battle there. Best prepare". With that, the squire ran off to prepare
his new armors and weapons, and Mercerion road hard to the gates of the
city.
Upon his arrival, he saw his worries to be true. There gathered at the
Cross Roads were Nymaya, Tamaska, and Elathen. Together they waited,
plainly expecting the arrival of the knights, and ready for combat.
Mercerion met eye contact with each of them, before Elathen spoke:
Mamoritai. Good evening. Where is the rest of Gareth?
"Near enough." Came Mercerion's reply.
Bring them here, then. We can wait.
In short order, Squire Laerik arrived, and the two men of Gareth faced
against the Eclipse. It seemed as though the very air were alive with the
electric tension, before Elathen broke in, "That ought to be close enough.
I think we can begin."
Mercerion gave a nod, spurring forth his warhorse to deliver a strike from
his shield into Nymaya, just as Tamaska drew her torch and blinded Laerik,
whom had the same intent towards her. The battle raged in a cacophony of
steel and spells as Good struck evil, and Evil struck back. Neither side
looking to yield an edge, but Eclipsian troup had the advantage, and as a
portal opened and in charged two more Yaenni upon heavy horse, a change and
strategy was going to be required.
With a song of peace, young Laerik held up the fight, and the two knights
beat a retreat, Mercerion telling the squire to go and heal before wheeling
his horse to engage the oncomers, planting himself within the gate of
Althainia.
On rode Phadriak and Rasavadi, clashing into Mercerion's strikes, in turn
both of the yinn blinded, and starting to lose their weapons. Briefly,
Mercerion took advantage of the situation and began to apply Siccara's
healing, before returning to the fight.
As he returned, a cone of incinerating fire burst from behind him, striking
all of the yinn in the room, and Granak materialized from apparent
nothingness, starting to dish spells clearly aimed at the former master of
the conclave. Nymaya had begun a weaving spell to unwork Mercerion's
magicks, but never got the spell off as Laerik returned to the fight,
striking with a haymaker to disrupt the casting.
On the battle raged, and Mercerion worked to keep himself between the
vicious weapons and his youthful squire and ally of opportunity. It soon
became too much for the man, and he fell to a knee, pierced by one of
Rasavadi's broken lances.
With a yank, Mercerion pulled the shard from his wounded shoulder and prayed
to Nadrik to grant him the gift of salvation. Brightly Mercerion's hands
glowed and passed over his body, All of the wounds that were once visible,
now gone as Rasavadi rounded for another pass.
Granak managed another cone, which unbalanced Rasavadi and caused a miss
from the charge, and Mercerion caught the Yinn with his shield, taking the
larger creature off its mount. In a deft move, Squire Laerik was upon
Rasavadi and plunged his blade into the chest of the Yinn, slaying it.
Silence fell for a moment, in the odd way it can when a life is dispersed
from the field of battle, before the Garethian patrol rallied forth, seizing
the advantage and pressing to systematically wound Phadriak, Elathen, and
Tamaska grievously enough to end the bout in a retreat.
Writer: Wyltte
Date Tue Mar 6 06:25:14 2018
To Verminasia All Necrucifer Imm RP Religion
Subject Cleansing
Wyltte kneels down at the side of the Ford, watching the rushing waters
move through the Blackwoods. The tall green grasses swayed with the light
breeze, bird song filling the skies. It was a place he came to often after
his return from Dojia, a place where nothing was asked of him, nothing was
expected, and nothing was returned. Here in this moment, Wyltte was just
Wyltte.
The water was moving a little slower than normal today, and Wyltte removes
his robe, the silver of its inner lining catching the sun and reflecting the
light in a million directions. He remembered when he first donned a robe in
lieu of armor, laying beside his warrior culture for teaching the word of
Necrucifer. He folds them up respectfully, laying them on carefully on a
rock. He removes his shirt and trousers, wadding them up with not nearly
the same reverence and placing them next to the robes. Walking down to the
river, he steps within it, the cold water rushing over him with a rush.
Wyltte treaded water lightly, leaning back and paddling against the slow
moving river. The light kept hitting his robe, tiny rays of light
reflecting into the atmosphere. The cold water made his skin prickle, but
it was a sensation he welcomed. It was good to feel alive.
His return to Verminasia was bittersweet. So much work to do, but most of
the faces were different. He heard some of the same words, and some new
ones. At times they jumbled in his mind, and at times it was clear as the
lightning in the distant sky. He remembered his first sermons, the moments
when he stepped into a gap to broadcast the word of God in an aching void.
The moment the Master's Emissary said he would make a good priest, standing
up for the Darkness.
An eagle cries overhead, and Wyltte looks up into the heavens. The light
from the sun started to fade, bathing the sky in a red-orange glow that
looked like the dying embers of a fire. Wyltte swam over to the shoreline,
the beads of water rolling down his scarred chest, falling onto the soft
grass below. He came over to his clothes and placed on his old tunic and
trousers. He ran his hand over the hood of the robe, the silver lining
fading with the last few moments of sunlight gone from the sky. The
twinkling of starts started to show in the distant sky, beacons of lost
light in the darkness.
Wyltte kneels down, the wet clothes absorbing the river water from his skin
but clinging tight to his frame. He holds the robes in both hands, looking
into the cloth with a bewildered expression. He lowered his head as he sat
there in meadow, the evening sky turning to an ebon black. Wyltte fades
into the darkness of the woods, still clinging onto the robes.
Writer: Hanon
Date Tue Mar 6 11:29:41 2018
To All Slayers Shrek IMM RP Kwainin Raije Cliath Kyri clans
Subject the Order [VI]
The skull of the red dragon Pyros, glared balefully over the Great Hall.
Cerulean colored eyes gazed across the manor and the men tired and bleeding
from their numerous battles against the Clans of algoron. Hanon MacLeod
looked around him pondering the recent events and his conversations not only
limited to the Mortals.
High upon the frozen peaks of Cairh n'Durh he had sat in a patch of sunlight
kneeling as the blizzards raged about him the still circle of sunlight made
it seem as though it was a perfect day.
At best you can do is to proceed, Moral the Gods voices resounded in
MacLeod's head as he nodded silently.
That had been an enlightening meeting and would proceed occording to
everything the Gods at spoken to him. Hanon MacLeod, looked around and
noticed Yekio entering he approached the loyal Hobgoblin of Greystoke and
began to tell him the message from the Immortals.
Writer: Leylani
Date Tue Mar 6 12:00:15 2018
Writer: Nymaya
Date Tue Mar 6 16:25:32 2018
To All Rasavadi Tamaska Mercerion | Eclipse Verminasia Shadow | Imm Necrucifer ( Uvall )
Subject The Rise of Eclipse (storyline)
The shadows shifted in her dark blue eyes almost before her attention
moved in the same direction. She saw herself in the mirror above the water
basin and felt cold certainty.
Blood and dirt were streaked across her face but her braid remained tight
and in the desert moonlight that filtered in through the window, her hair
glimmered silver. Her fingers flexed along the black marble basin and
slowly, she exhaled.
The Cross Roads had been as fitting a place to meet, to clash with Gareth.
A divine mandate had reigned before them, oaths between them, and gazing on
the paladin that opposed them with allies at his side confirmed to her what
was to come.
A small smile touched the edge of her mouth and her left hand, devoid a
finger, dipped into the basin. Her reflection fractured and for a moment
her eyes were not her own. She met the gaze, and the blurred image of her
scar, with a powerful sense of fate and found she had utter belief in what
awaited.
Anticipation of Mercerion's shield hadn't made her any more prepared to be
struck down by it but she was not taken by surprise. The demonfire that had
kindled in her palms had been more than pleasing and despite the loss
sustained, commitment to the cause had not lessened in the slightest. The
Eclipse was yet rising.
Her purpose, perhaps her last purpose, lay before her and she was glad to be
walking the road with trusted comrades. She couldn't have asked for more.
She took a moment longer to observe her own shadowy cobalts and, cupping
water in her hands, she splashed it over her face. It was cool against the
fading heat of day, the rush of battle, the wounds she had sustained.
'I have not been worthy of Your gift. I have known absence, self pity,
selfish intent. I have not always been confident on many of my paths.'
She whispered and moved to the window, to gaze up at the black moon while
water dripped from her jaw line. 'But this is certain. All that is left,
is Yours.'
It was by no happens chance that she had approached Rasavadi so long ago and
she contemplated this as she gazed into the dark sky, her arms folding over
her chest. She had seen enough of the world, she knew how it worked. Now
they would see where, and just how far, their dedication would take them.
Writer: Thellas
Date Wed Mar 7 02:35:34 2018
To All Slayers IMM RP Fatale Kwainin Raije Cliath Kyri clans
Subject Akrott's Slumber (The Order Contnuation)
A sharp pierce pulls Thellas back from deep slumber. Blood splatters
against the wall of his coffin, and a feeling of despair takes over. As
Thellas begins to slip into the void, an urge to fight takes control.
Marren Thellas cries out, I must find Marren.
The face of Akrott emerges through the shell of Thellas and claws forward
out of the coffin, ripping the throats open of the burglars that have
entered his crypt. Akrott now stands in a pool of blood wondering how this
happened, not that burglars have broken in and attempted to kill him, but
that his slumber lasted as long as it has.
Emptiness surrounds Akrott as he realizes he no longer senses the will of
Fatale in him. Akrott purses his lips together and attempts to regain
control of himself. With an unusual struggle, Akrott was finally able to
rest back into the husk, that was Thellas.
Have I fulfilled my debt to Master Fatale? Has he forsaken me? How can
this be? I must have been slumbering in this body for so long that I can
hardly keep myself hidden deep within. Soon they will see me for what I am.
I must find Marren.
Writer: Thellas
Date Wed Mar 7 02:42:59 2018
To All Slayers IMM RP Fatale Kwainin Raije Cliath Kyri clans
Subject Akrott's Slumber II (The Order Continuation)
Thunder and lighting crash through the night skies as Akrott returns to
the bloodlands. The old man formerly known as Thellas enters the chapel
with a new purpose, to investigate what had happened to him, and why he no
longer sensed Fatale's will in him. As Akrott sit in deep thought he heard
a familiar whisper.
Is that you my love? Can it be true?
Akrott turned to the familiar voice, and before opening his eyes, he
responded Marren!
Marren rushed into Akrott's embrace, both holding each other for several
moments.
Where have you been? Asked Marren.
Akrott bowed his head for a few moments before responding, Come with me.
Writer: Thellas
Date Wed Mar 7 02:51:50 2018
To All Hanon Slayers IMM RP Kwainin Raije Cliath Kyri clans
Subject Akrott's Slumber III (The Order Continuation)
Candle light flickers against a the walls of a dark motel room. Marren
and Akrott lay on the bed holding one another. Puncture wounds still fresh
on Marren's neck after a longer than usual feeding. A gentle breeze blows
the curtains back through an open window.
After a few silent moments, Akrott askes, Marren my love? Do you trust me?
Will you follow me anywhere? Yes responded Marren, I am bound to you
forever.
Fatale has abandoned me. Claimed Akrott, I was left in deep slumber for
many years, and now I need to find out why. Akrott rests his toung for a
minute before continuing, I hear rumors of a Dragon Slayer who has taken
interested in researching unnatural. I think I should seek him out.
A concerned look appears in Marren's eyes, Who is this slayer my love, and
won't he kill you?
His name is Hanon my love, and yes, if I'm not careful he just might.
Writer: Ayrora
Date Wed Mar 7 07:14:59 2018
To Verminasia All Roleplay Immortal Storyline
Subject Changes
Spring is coming to Sacnoth which always put Ayrora in a good mood. As
she headed to the stables she could see the buds of flowers everywhere and
the flowers budding on the apple trees. She walked into the stable and saw
Braedan saddled up and ready to go. She smiled at Juniel as he handed her
the reins, "Good morning." She patted Braedan's neck and fed him an apple.
"Good day, Viscountess. All is prepared for your day." She offered him a
slight nod, "You are dismissed Juniel." She turned and led Braedan
outside.
Captain Nefratin was the first to arrive, "Good morn to you Viscountess."
She offered him a stern look. He chuckled a bit and said no more. Sergeant
Salodorioas was next to arrive, "Good mornin Vis..." He trailed off as he
saw the look in Nefratin's eyes and chuckled instead. Ayrora just offered a
nod in agreement. They stood a few paces behind following her usual orders.
Are we off to Rashburne M'Lady? Asked Nefratin. "Not this day. We will
be in need for more workers soon and I must survey the lands to see where to
place the housing that would be beneficial for the workers and Sacnoth.
She mounted Braedan and off they went to survey the lands.
Writer: Tamaska
Date Thu Mar 8 00:31:53 2018
To All Rasavadi Nymaya Mercerion | Eclipse Verminasia Shadow | Necrucifer Immortal
Subject The Rise of Eclipse
The cold wind whipped through the frostwillows as Tamaska once again
stood before the Basilica doors. She paid little mind to the frigid air,
her eyes briefly watching the whip like strands dancing in the wind. Her
focus shifted back to the door, taking in the scene once again as she had
just hours ago. Tracing a path, she committed to memory the image of the
black, weeping sun that lead down to the massive iron doors. She stepped
forward, her breath catching a bit as she removed her gloves and ran her
hands over the horrifying scenes.
Just a few hours earlier she had knelt before the Abbott, beside her brother
and sister and taken the vision. To the Gods, world and each other they had
declared their oath to the darkness. Tamaska had not hesitated when
Rasavadi mentioned it, this was her purpose and she felt it in every part of
her. Raised apart from the rest of her family and even unaware that many of
them existed, Tam had no particular connection with anyone until now. She
could sense that they were as driven as she was to see this to fruition, it
brought about a feeling of kinship that she was unaccustomed to but she
welcomed it.
Taking the vision had been one of those moments that would stand out in the
yinn's memory, for likely much of her life. It would perhaps come only
second to taking her oath to Eclipse and its members and of course seeing
Skull keep whole once again and walking its halls. She exhaled a long deep
breath, watching it turn white in the cold air and slowly dissipate before
she leaned her weight against the doors and pressed inside.
The doors creaked and gave way to a whoosh of air into the atrium as Tamaska
strode in, pausing to watch them close before letting her eyes adjust to the
lighting inside. Her helm removed and tucked under her arm, Tamaska walked
through the atrium at a slow pace as she allowed her eyes to take in
everything they had missed earlier in the evening. It was truly a
magnificent place of worship, a very fitting place for them to impart the
vision. Even though Tam had taken the field weeks ago, she still felt like
tonight was the beginning.
They had taken the field after the service, marching towards the crossroads
and into a battle with Gareth. The former General, Mamoritai as she
referred to him which was a sign of respect from her whether he knew it or
not, of course at the forefront. He had made his position clear from the
very first encounter she had with him, he'd do anything to stop the rise of
Eclipse and the resurrection of Skull keep. He reminded them often that
they would only succeed after his death, she respected and admired his
determination. His death would be a sad one but necessary.
Having covered the entire courtyard, Tamaska turned and walked into the
Chancel of Souls. She reached down and unfastened the vambrace on her left
arm, revealing the tattoo on her forearm. Her eyes lingered on the blood
red symbol of Necrucifer as it eclipsed the sun. The yinn tilted her head,
though she did not lift her eyes to the statue as she moved to kneel on the
floor. She closed her eyes, letting All the nights events wash over her
allowing herself the moment to take it All in.
She remained motionless for a time, her breathing even barely noticeable.
When her eyes finally opened once more they lifted up to gaze at the statue
fully now. She reached into her pack, pulling out a small sharp blade.
Extending her left arm outwards towards the statue, Tamaska pressed the tip
of the blade above the tattoo and sliced into her skin. The blood seeped
from the wound and started to run down her forearm, drawing Tamaska's gaze.
She watched the blood flow down over the tattoo like a small river and
uttered the words:
"Restinguere Solem. Flumina facti sanguis"
With no more words, or looks around the temple she simply rose to her feet
and strode out. There was work to be done.
Writer: Mercerion
Date Thu Mar 8 07:12:26 2018
To Knighthood All Immortal Religion ( Eclipse )
Subject Rise and Fall ( Eclipse Storyline )
Wakefulness came with a torrent of pain and stiffness as Mercerion awoke
within the Temple of Nadrik in Gareth's Keep. The night's battles previous
had left their toll. The Church of Nadrik, what little remained active of
it, had done battle for hours last evening. Through the many fights, the
members of the Church of Nadrik were laid low, put to sword, and returned to
Algoron to fight again. For their success was not determined in the number
of souls removed from the field by force, but rather by their firm
resistance to the wickedness that had been out in force.
Nadrik may be imprisoned, and the church's numbers may be low, but each of
them had stood ready to draw their weapons against the enemy. After all,
there was no honor in Murder, and Mercerion had taken enough lives in his
lifetime to have his hands permanently stained, But if the enemy were
focused on him, then at least the innocent lives of Algoron could live in
peace, if for just a little longer.
Mercerion knelt before the statue of Nadrik, praying quietly for strength
and wisdom, and to be given the inspiration to turn the heathen from their
ways with the Word, rather than having to draw the Sword. As he completed
his prayer to Nadrik, he rose and looked over his battered armors. If there
was a way to work the soreness out of his body, it would be to tend to the
now dented and scraped armor and return it to its state at the beginning of
yesterday. With resolve, Mercerion set to doing so.
Writer: Bauk
Date Fri Mar 9 09:03:13 2018
To All Shalonesti ( IMM RP Zandreya Kyri )
Subject Home, Family And To Have A Purpose
-=============To Have a Purpose=============-
The large ogre waved a hand absently in front of his face as some entrails
floated by and nearly bounced off his cheek. Several body parts floating
about in the waters of the trench that day, a product of the recent kills as
energy sparked and discharged from his crackling whips. What someone might
not have noticed was that abnormally large and goofy looking, gap-toothed
smile on the Ogres face as he tore into the next Selkie.
To Bauk, the ogre in this party of elves from the Vallenwood, this was not
just training or slaughter, this was home.
The ogre realized as he looked around at the elves beside him, this was
where he belonged. He had found Zandreya and the Mother had guided him
here, to this place and time. She provided a way for him and led him down a
path to a Purpose he finally had a worthwhile reason to exist. With this
reason had come a wonderful side effect he had friends. No, not just
friends. A family. A family under one Mother. A family that seemed to
truly care for him as well, something the ogre was not used to.
It is a good thing, the tough and rugged Bauk thought to himself, feeling
his eyes filling up with emotions while he ripped another Selkie into two
parts with the crack of his whip, that we are underwater.
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Fri Mar 9 19:11:58 2018
To Eclipse Verminasia Shadow All Imm RP Drakkara Necrucifer
Subject The Vision and the Voice (1/2)
Rasavadi arrived on Ice Wall hours early. Strolling past Ganth and
Nordmaar he chuckled at the dying kingdoms emptiness. "Soon enough they
will be in ruins," he said to himself.
As he rode on through the frozen tundra and through the mountains to
Darkonin the looming basilica and obelisks guiding his way. Not long ago he
had attended a ceremony here during the full solar eclipse. Attended not
only by the Storm and Verminasia, as would be expected, but a sundry of
Eclipsian knights in refuge appeared as well. Though he was Master of the
Conclave, at that time, he felt a kindred to these refugees, a brotherhood,
that he did not feel when he was with his magi. Then, as the ebon moon
eclipsed the sun, the path became clear, even if the end was not.
"I"m glad you know where we are going," he chuckled at her. Choliaria
stomped her foot, snickered and gently nuzzled one of Rasavadi"s repurposed
spell pouches. "Why are All the women in my life so blasted demanding," he
jokingly exclaimed to her, produced a fresh apple from the pouch, and went
about setting up a small campfire to meditate by.
Deep in meditation on tonight"s event, and the import of what he was about
to do, he nearly didn"t notice the familiar hum and pop of a portal being
opened. Glancing around he noticed Choliaria had managed to find some green
hidden under the snow and added a few more boards to the fire. "Good a use
as any I suppose. The procession will be here shortly keep an eye out
Toxvah cannot survive out here" he said. A nearly subsonic protestation
could be heard from a fur-lined travel pouch which contained the bat Toxvah
that he had rescued from the experiment labs as an apprentice. "Shhh, you
will be needed inside where it is safe from the elements" he reassured his
familiar.
Looking down the road he could see Tamaska, Nymaya, Ashtiel, and others
walking in solem procession. Peering down into the bag he said to Toxvah,
"ahhh here come the other women in my life, my blood and chosen sisters."
Rasavadi took his place in the processional, and waited to be judged worthy
of entry to the basilica proper as the arrived at the obelisks. A short
time later he was escorted into the Basilica of the Fallen Sun.
Telthian sermon was what you would expect, except for the terseness of it
perhaps, his every word fueled by fervor. Every sentence evoking images of
glory, and failure. Those who gave false oaths would burn, those that paid
lip service to their oaths would suffer.
Most everyone entered the inner sanctum, but some, that could have gained
entry, hung back from the inner sanctum. "Perhaps someday I can be judged
worthy of seeing it all" Rasavadi said to the Priest-King. Then Telthian
said, "Something within calls to you already. The timing of things is
somewhat curious, but perhaps that is auspicious for what you have begun."
Those remaining spoke on philosophy and the cancer of apathy that plagued
the lands. Not idle banter, for to do so in this place would be heresy, but
of truths in a serious yet casual manner.
As the processional returned, a shadow walked with them. Lazerus Talmont
materialized from the shadows and said, "continue. King-Priest, with his
truth." And Telthian continued. The King spoke of strengthening bonds,
traitors and the corruption within, and vigilance in a land of complacency.
The time was now, Rasavadi made the request to have the Vision imparted so
that he may become the Voice.
"Those of you who wish to commit yourselves to this new Eclipse are to
kneel" Telthian commanded.
Rasavadi knelt before the King in supplication as he removed his helm he
noticed Nymaya and Tamaska kneel and do the same. Smiling inwardly, he
listened to the King.
"If this is the path you walk, you are to be beyond reproach. Perfect
servants to Him and His Darkness." Telthian continued, "There comes a time
in every life when one must choose the foundation on which their legacy will
be built. You have chosen to find Honor in His Darkness."
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Fri Mar 9 19:12:45 2018
To Eclipse Verminasia Shadow All Imm RP Drakkara Necrucifer
Subject The Vision and the Voice (2/2)
"But remember always, we live to prepare this world for Him. The service
and the sacrifices you have made, and will make, in His glory are a concrete
manifestation of the Eclipse." Telthian paused a moment and Rasavadi could
feel his stare shift over those kneeling. A colder, more forbidding
presence could be felt from Lamont as he judged those present.
Telthians tone then deepened, "Let these words guide you for the rest of
your service - until you are dust" and he began to impart the Vision with
Tamaska, Nymaya and Rasavadi All repeating in unplanned unison.
Independence breeds chaos. Submit and be strong.
Death is patient. It flows both from without and from within. Be vigilant
in All and skeptical of all.
One who follows the heart finds it will bleed.
Restinguere solem!
After some words of joy, ridicule, and a challenge from Mercerion, Lamont
then charged those before him. "It is desired that you seek the enemies of
the Church and of his Kingdom and of his Clans. It is desired that you...
Extinguish them. As one day so shall He extinguish the sun. "
Rasavadi replied, "Under the United banners of darkness we shall ride, no
longer missing the midnight blue of the Eclipse."
Writer: Xanthania
Date Tue Mar 13 08:31:28 2018
Writer: Mercerion
Date Tue Mar 13 22:39:43 2018
To Knighthood All Immortals ( Eclipse )
Subject War Eternal ( Eclipse Storyline )
Mercerion knelt quietly before the altar within the Temple to Nadrik.
His mind focusing in reflection on the past few weeks since his return.
Many times, he had encountered those whom claimed the mantle of Eclipse, and
while sometimes the battle came to blows of steel, others it was measures of
faith, but it was always a battle.
Sometimes, knights were left dead upon the field, and several of those times
He fell himself, but it did not matter. He was determined to bring these
misguided individuals their salvation, and moreso to save them without
putting them to the sword.
It was only a matter of time now, before the other organizations came to the
realization that this enemy is a threat to the security of Algoron.
Mercerion suspected that even some amongst their own faiths would turn
against them.
After all, everyone wanted to be the highest path of evil, but there could
be only one higher evil. In the end, the amount of senseless slaughter
would decimate Algoron, and leave naught but a charred wasteland for its
inheritance.
It was with this thought, that Mercerion rose from his prayer and sought out
his Pike. He had salvation to bring. One way, or another.
Writer: Falric
Date Wed Mar 14 23:14:20 2018
To Knighthood ( Eclipse All Tamaska Narsh Rasavadi Nymaya Phadriak Immortal Storyline Religion )
Subject Midnight Reading
Another late night in the library.
The Loremaster of Gareth wasn't exactly sure what time it was. The sun had
set surely hours before, and the sandwich that a Page had brought him
shortly after had long since been reduced to crumbs and half slice of tomato
left on a stoneware plate. Ever since the Church of Evil had experienced
its dark resurgence, and the declarations of fell intent had been brought
forth, the Confessor had holed himself up in his unofficial demense, burying
himself in the apocryphal lore of the Eclipsian Knights.
'It's important not only to know your enemy, but to know why they're your
enemy. ' he had said to the Page as he accepted his nightly meal
gratefully. It sounded like something wise, like something that Lord
d'Aggravaine or Sir Greyhawk, his mentor, might have said once. He liked
the sound of it, at any rate.
And so he toiled, night after night passing by as his candles burned low and
were discarded, sometimes even later as the sun crested and cast just enough
light through the window of the Garethian library to read by. Not until the
roosters' crow would he be roused, sometimes from a half-sleeping stupor
with his face half-stuck to the wooden desk. The history of the Dark Order
was rich, almost as much so as the Knighthood, but had the benefit of a
denouement, an ending that saw it removed from further history.
Well, until now, at least.
Anything and everything of note, he jotted down, filling sheet after sheet
of parchment for his own use, taking them back to his quarters every morning
and stacking them on his rudimentary writing desk. If there was anything
that could be of use, an ideological weakness, a flaw in their perception
that he could use to try to get through to them, he explored it, doubling
back and reading the forbidden philosophies preached by the old generation
of Eclipse and the early works of their usurpers, the tomes from Storm Keep
that were not shared with the untested Pages and Squires of the Keep.
Even in the latest midnight hours, he would steal into the secret library,
the hidden chamber unknown to the Order at large, and take in yet more
restricted lore. Every fact was a weapon in his arsenal, a tactic on the
battlefield of his choice. If there was a way to end this wickedness
without violence, Falric Marwyn wished to make it happen. Even as he knew
in his heart that there was no reasoning with zealots, that only blood would
see the matter concluded, he clung to hope. There was no other way, really.
Too many good folks had been lost, turned their back on the Light, had
slipped from his own learning, from his outstretched hands to embrace Evil.
It had become his mission to redeem as many as could be saved, before
another tragedy could strike. Before another heartbreak, before another
betrayal, before another-
The rooster crowed, rattling Falric from his gloomy ruminations. Rubbing
his eyes, he gazed out the window to see the sun peeking over the horizon.
With a sigh, he gathered his things and began to shuffle his way back to his
quarters. He would leave a note that he shouldn't be woken until at least
early afternoon. Rank had its privileges, after all. He could allow
himself to sleep in a little bit as long as he was serving a good cause by
doing so. There was a stack of books still to pore over, and souls in need
of salvation, whether they knew it or not.
With luck, he could get through to them before it was too late.
Writer: Tahlia
Date Sat Mar 17 14:00:11 2018
Writer: Thrakhath
Date Wed Mar 21 02:53:34 2018
Writer: Wyltte
Date Thu Mar 22 20:28:41 2018
To All Necrucifer Imm RP Religion Verminasia
Subject Riding the Lands
Wyltte pulled back the hood of his robe as the drizzle from the grey
skies subsided, beads of rain rolling off the material as he trotted along.
His steed was but a few years old and barely greenbroke, but it was strong
and sleek, as well as tough enough to hold his enormous frame. He held onto
the reins with one hand, steering the horse with the inside of his thighs as
taught long ago, the clip clop of his hooves against the cobblestone echoing
in the still air.
Wyltte had been back for a few months now, and much had transpired. After a
time, he was promoted to Legate of the Verminasian Deathwatch, and worked
tirelessly in the war room for the kingdom. He outlined tasks and
responsibilities, rank requirements, and a purpose for the troops. He gave
every ounce of mental faculty he had towards the task. Now, he needed a
small getaway to figure out what was next.
As he drew closer to the historic Kayen lands in Iagothal, he started to
survey his surroundings. The land seemed fertile enough, though much of it
had grown wild. It would take some heavy landscaping to clear a lot of the
brush that had grown up in his absence. Large groves of trees and small
forests spread out as far as his eyes could see. From time to time he heard
wolfsong piercing the sky, the howls both lonesome and daunting at the same
time. A good many visitors have never made it back from these roads, and it
was easy to see why. Iagothal was wild, beautiful and dangerous... Just
like its inhabitants.
As Wyltte rounded the corner of one bend, his steed started to get nervous.
Wyltte places his large hand on the side of his neck, patting it in
reassurance. A low growl came out of the brush at his side. All of a
sudden, a blur of fur came rushing out of the greenery and into the middle
of the road. Two large direwolves stood shoulder to shoulder in front of
him as his horse reared up on its hind quarters, nearly throwing him off.
Their stance was low, head close to the ground and hackles up, fangs bared
in a menacing, drooling growl. Wyltte narrows his eyes at the direwolves,
using his left hand to pull the reins down so he could get control of his
horse. Their growls intensify, eyes boring into him as their bodies shake
in anticipation. Wyltte growls back, baring his own teeth at the large
direwolves. With a swift movement, he swings his leg over the saddle and
lands onto the stone road.
This oddly calms down the horse, who comes to stand behind Wyltte, his nose
buried in the small of his back. Wyltte looks back at his brave steed,
keeping the menacing growl on his face. "Chicken" he says, and turns his
attention back on the direwolves.
Their continued stare was intense, their bodies moving in tandem as the seem
to try and pace around Wyltte. He matches their movements, not letting the
wolves get between him and his horse. Wyltte doesn't move to grab his
weapon, but keeps his hands up and chest level, his arms slightly bent in a
type of grappling pose. The wolves give more warning, but their eyes flash
a sign of something different. Not fear, but perhaps a moment of curiosity.
They move a few steps closer to Wyltte, testing his resolve. He knows if he
ran at this point, they would give chase and devour him wholly. Wyltte
insteads takes a step towards the direwolves, keeping his hands steady.
"Son and daughter of the wild, you of the unshakeable courage" he says. "I
greet you in the name of Darkness. These are our lands, yours and mine
together". At this the direwolves' growling slightly lessens, their lips
snarling a little less. "Yours is a place of honor, keeping the wilds from
the weak" he continues. "You find no enemy in me, only a wolf in man's
clothing. You find yourself amongst kin here. I am Wyltte Kayen". At this
the wolves narrow their eyes once more, but their stance changes. Raising
to full height, they sniff the air for a moment, then come back down onto
all four paws, trotting off into the woods.
Writer: Scribpog
Date Thu Mar 22 23:54:57 2018
Writer: Maccus
Date Fri Mar 23 03:06:12 2018
Writer: Zola
Date Sat Mar 24 12:13:07 2018
Writer: Mercerion
Date Sat Mar 24 14:44:05 2018
To All Knighthood Religion Cayenna Scorn Immortal
Subject Pilgrimage: Honor's Fall
Mercerion moved about the temple in determined silence. He had received
permission from the acting Generals to undertake a pilgrimage into the sands
of New Thalos, to seek the last known spot where Nadrik walked Algoron. It
was his hope in this effort, to build a shrine here to Honor Nadrik, and
with any luck, recover artifacts from the struggle.
He had been given orders to include other knights, and he would soon be
looking through the active rosters to determine which knights would be
viable to accompany this journey. It would of course, be a long pilgrimage
and likely treacherous, as the rumors were that the fight took place out
beyond the sand worms, which they would likely have to fight past in order
to find the location they sought.
He had gathered some rudimentary materials, including clothing to protect
against the sands and the heat, and some weapons more fitting to the
climate. He would likely forego the heavy plate he was accustomed to, and
rely more upon his aikido training from his past for defense, though he was
bringing his shield as well.
With a final look over his materials, he moved to the altar and began to
pray to Nadrik for strength and guidance, readying his mind and body for the
journey to come. Once he completed his prayers, he began to pen a missive
to the sultanate, as there would be work to be done with them as well.
Writer: Siderum
Date Sun Mar 25 23:37:33 2018
To Verminasia All ( imm rp )
Subject Branching Out
Architecture had always fascinated Siderum Confractus. It seemed a
reminder of civilization and typically reflected what sort of civilization
it was. He found his gaze lingering upon the carvings within Verminasia,
where he led most of his adult life, of late. The statues, reliefs, mosaics
and other such art varied. The variations got even more profound when the
scope expanded to other dark lands and temples. Large statues demonstrating
crude power, carvings of great victories and mass slaughters, tangled altars
of despair both eloquent and cruel, and in the case of Abaddon architecture
a certain amount of madness. The themes were consistent at the very least.
Still as he studied the works, the ariel couldnt help but feel a pang of
disappointment. With perhaps the exception of the Drakkaran monuments there
wasnt much beauty to be had. Art should be pleasing to the eye, Siderum
always thought.
When he was young, an orphan wondering the streets of New Thalos, he often
passed the time by carving. He even found his mercantile roots there, as
what started out as an amusing diversion became a talent people would pay
for. His most successful trinkets were good luck charms worn about the neck
that started their life as crates on the docks. It wasnt as if people
bothered to ask why things were lucky, they just wanted to believe it. His
efforts expanded into statuettes of important people, loved ones, gods. His
first blue diamond had been earned by an exquisite carving of an angel of
all things(though he insisted it couldve been an ariel) whose wings had been
nearly lifelike. Siderum had been loathe to let that one go, even if it
represented a good payday at the time.
Even when he went into business as a merchant and enchantor, his carving
roots never escaped him. Now in his spare time he collected the rare woods
for the finest weapons and armors in Algoron, so it was a foundation that
served him well in life. Though Siderum felt a certain longing of late to
take up the carving blade once again, maybe even try mediums he hadnt had
the daring or finances to venture into. To create something not just for
profit, but pleasing to the eye. Who knows if hed get around to it, he had
enough projects to juggle as always and people always pestering him for
things, but it was a nice daydream if nothing else.
Writer: Bodrum
Date Mon Mar 26 12:23:30 2018
Writer: Ashtiel
Date Mon Mar 26 12:55:39 2018
To All Verminasia Immortal Tashio Kyri Ampersand Storyline Necrucifer
Subject Lost City - Preparations
--*--
The time that had passed since their initial venture into the ruins of
Dae'Tok had not been wasted. The long winter months had afforded them the
opportunity to plan and prepare for the harsh journey that lay before them.
The people of Verminasia worked tirelessly throughout the season to gather
together the extra supplies requested for the upcoming expedition.
The last weeks of winter had brought with them a fresh flurry of activity.
The palace forges burned day and night as the blacksmiths worked to complete
the weapons that had been ordered by the Crown. Shipments from every
province arrived in the capital each day to be loaded onto the ships to
ready them for departure. By the first day of spring the Armada's stores
were filled with everything from food to boots with iron spiked soles that
were meant to aid those who traveled to the northern reaches of Icewall in
their trek through frozen climes.
Though their ships were stocked to the brim, the supplies would only be
enough to sustain them until their camp could be established and their
portals set for future deliveries. The construction of the encampment
itself would rely heavily on supplies gathered from the local surrounds.
Building from lumber harvested from the site would greatly reduce the effort
and risk required to transport it.
The soldiers of the Deathwatch gathered within the city proper by the unit.
The magi of the Research Academy brewed their potions and practiced their
spells, flooding the dark skies above Verminasia with the occasional bout of
artistic fireworks. The list of volunteers had grown slowly but steadily to
encompass a wide range of races - elves, ogre, yinn, human, ariel and pixie.
Both the Knights of Storm and the Knights working to reform the Eclipse had
offered their assistance.
With plans in place and supplies packed, there had been little else to see
to aside from some political nuisances that delayed their departure by yet
another day. The next morn, the people of Verminasia gathered together on
the docks to bid farewell to the first wave of Verminasians traveling to
Icewall. The fleet set sail just past the break of dawn on the fourth day
of Spring.
--*--
Writer: Ashtiel
Date Mon Mar 26 12:56:55 2018
To All Verminasia Immortal Tashio Kyri Ampersand Storyline Necrucifer
Subject Lost City - Landfall
--*--
Three days passed at sea. Rough weather slowed the armada's progression
along the northern coastline of Icewall until the ships turned inland, using
the serpentine curves of the Dae'Atha river to travel deeper into the
northlands. The river proved no less treacherous, the water still crusted
in places with a thick layer of ice that occasionally barred the way. The
Requiem creaked as it lead the charge through these icy waters, sailors at
the prow working with spears to break apart and shove away the larger chunks
of ice that threatened the ship's integrity. The magi helped as well, using
fire and flight to tend to the same.
Ashtiel hated sailing. It was not that she did not enjoy a good battle at
sea but aside from such an adventure, she had never come to love bobbing
about on an unsteady piece of wood amidst oceans filled with All manner of
creatures, some of them shades. Thus, habit found her standing at the
highest point of the ship. Perched within the crow's nest, with her back
against the mast. Her eyes strayed continuously over the people who rushed
to and fro below and kept a wary watch on the path ahead as she hummed
quietly for hours on end. The vibration of her song resonated through her,
traveling from her through the very wood of the ship and into water
surrounding it to aid with the task her people worked diligently to
accomplish.
Ahead, through the evanescent silver mist that drifted around them, an
archway of crumbled and broken stone appeared. A shout below announced
others had spotted it as well, the first landmark recognizable from the
ancient and faded map carried by their King. The stones of the structure
were massive, the surface of them wind smoothed and slick enough to reflect
the sunlight. The archway curled over the river from one bank to another,
rising high enough overhead that the ship sailed beneath it without even
coming close to scraping its center. Yet only one of the massive yaeni
sculptures that guarded the way remained upright. The other lay,
decapitated and on its side, half buried by the icy waters of the river.
Its visible surface was covered with frost encrusted vegetation and snow
amassed around its edges. Even without its head the scope of it rivaled the
length of the ship.
A few miles beyond the gateway, the ships were forced to a stop. Ashtiel
climbed from the nest to convey with the Captain and Telthian. The glacial
ice that covered the river had become a solid shelf too thick to traverse
without risking the safety of the armada and clearing it would take time.
Though the journey inland would cost them days, it was unanimously agreed
that the Verminasians would make landfall and clear the path to Eastdrift.
--*--
Writer: Zola
Date Mon Mar 26 18:45:41 2018
Writer: Zola
Date Mon Mar 26 22:17:32 2018
Writer: Zola
Date Mon Mar 26 22:17:34 2018
Writer: Zola
Date Mon Mar 26 22:17:36 2018
Writer: Nymaya
Date Tue Mar 27 16:59:09 2018
Writer: Narsh
Date Tue Mar 27 19:37:26 2018
Writer: Narsh
Date Tue Mar 27 19:58:36 2018
Writer: Nymaya
Date Tue Mar 27 20:01:06 2018
Writer: Telthian
Date Tue Mar 27 21:45:49 2018
To All Verminasia Immortal Tashio Kyri Ampersand Storyline Necrucifer
Subject Lost City - Landfall - II
--*--
The weathered stone countenance peered from where it lay half-submerged
within the frigid waters, as if in an incredulous display of greeting to the
first outsiders to visit in generations. On the foredeck, men and women
draped in heavy furs stared back, and on the wind the Priest-King heard one
of the rangers wonder aloud at the age of the statues.
Hundreds of mortal lifetimes had passed since the days of the Twin Emperors
of Dae'tok. Despite the vaunted achievements of Brother and Sister,
architects of that nearly indomitable Imperium, this was All that was left
of them. Two statues. Akenash All but lay in ruins, and his sister, Akazi,
was so worn by time that her canine features were unrecognizable.
An involuntary tremor ran through the Priest's swordhand. The burnt skin
protested as he clenched his fist, stifling the tremors. With an exhalation
of breath he shifted his gaze down river, where it narrowed and the surface
ice thickened. Beneath his skin he could feel the creatures twisted by
starfall lurking somewhere far off in the distance. The slender hand at his
shoulder brought him back from his musings.
Over the next several hours provisions and supplies marked with the black
sun of Pharthati were ferried from the armada to the frozen banks.
Sheltered from the wind in the back range of the Frostania mountains, the
expeditionary force set about the final preparations before the trek through
snow and ice through Narrowbreak pass and on to Eastdrift.
--*--
Writer: Nymaya
Date Wed Mar 28 17:28:20 2018
Writer: Telthian
Date Thu Mar 29 16:05:20 2018
To All Verminasia Immortal Tashio Kyri Ampersand Storyline Necrucifer
Subject Lost City - Landfall - III
--*--
As the last of the provisions were ferried from ship to shore, the combined
expeditionary force began preparations for the trek further inland. It
would be another day before the pack animals arrived, just over two score
caribou acquired from the barbarian tribesmen of the reach in exchange for
Verminasian-forged steel. Such a prize would unsettle the balance of power
between warlords, but each spear, axe, and sword would be a concrete
manifestation of the Master's power to the pagan idolaters. In the steppes,
Godliness was second to survival.
High overhead, the trinity moons poured their pale light through the vast
emptiness onto the host below. As the stars began to fade into the
advancing dawn, the templar worked hurriedly against the coming snowstorm.
Sanctified vessels of firedust and oil were offloaded from the ships, their
contents passed through the clergy and distributed by acolyte, templar, and
shadowknight alike.
The landing force assembled in loose formation without mind for homeland,
creed, or affiliation. Human, elf, minotaur, goblin, pixie, and ogre, a new
vision of the Dark Alliance of old in this modern era, standing shoulder to
shoulder as the clergy moved through the ranks. At the fore of the host, a
cadre knelt in the snow before the Priest-King one at a time. Dipping his
fingers into the sacramental oil, Telthian painted the umbric symbol of the
Six upon the brow of each member of the circle in turn.
The snow and ice crunched beneath his feet as Telthian lowered himself to a
knee, holding the vessel overhead to the Bishop, as he clutched the ancient
iron-bound tome before him and invoked the power of Necrucifer. Joining his
voice with the Abbot, Wyltte's outstretched hand drew the symbol upon the
Priest-King in turn. One by one, the cadre of Verminasians and Knights of
both Eclipse and Storm rose to their feet and joined their voices with the
priests.
A lyrical hum reverberated through them, as Ashtiel's magic took hold,
amplifying their voices as she began to beat the skin stretched taut over a
hand drum in time with the ritual chant. Cold winds tore through the host,
whipping their standards and pulling at their furs as dark power built,
until in unison the clergy set the firedust alight.
With the force of a wave crashing down upon the shore, the power of the rite
overtook them. Otherwordly fire swept through the camp, consuming the very
air and licking at the fervent bodies of the expeditionary force. The
firedust burnt itself out within seconds, and where it lay a massive
smoldering umbric sign remained, encompassing the camp.
The wind wailed in protest at these invaders of the Imperium's graveyard,
yet the gale seemed to have lost some potency to its piercing bite.
Telthian called out in a harsh, commanding tone as if by force of will alone
he could master the elements of Icewall.
"South! We follow the old road, winding with a serpent-like suggestion
through the pass and beyond into the corrupted countryside. There is a
sickness in the ancient pitted cobbles of the Imperium, yet on this writhing
path you will find wealth, glory, and the power to reshape this world as we
Wish it!
So steel yourself and remember: there can be no bravery without conflict.
This road will take you into the pit, but in that gaping abyss we will claim
what is ours! "
The powerful blast of a warhorn cut through the air, and with righteous
clamor the Vanguard pressed forward on the march.
--*--
A stirring of shadow far beyond the edge of the burning sigil betrayed an
unfamiliar witness as clouded, milky eyes looked on with malign inspiration.
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Thu Mar 29 16:56:33 2018
To Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Clan Kingdom All Necrucifer Drakkara Imm RP
Subject Of Blood and Duty (1/2)
Narsh, and Elathan had just left. Planning was done, yet there was one
last thing to do. "I have but one bit of business left for today" Rasavadi
rasped in his tortured voice to Nymaya and Tamaska.
Nymaya raised her eyebrow in a quizzical manner. "We were pretty thurough,
wonder what they're thinking now" Rasavadi thought to himself as he pulled
off his gloves. The familiar sting of air on his withered flesh greeted him
like a long familiar, irritable family member.
"Have you a dagger handy?" He asked Tamaska stone faced. Nymaya fiddled
with her left hand before placing it behind her back as if standing at
parade rest while Tamaska chuckled and replied "No, I gave it to our
brother."
Rasavadi looked over to Nymaya inquiringly and she unsheathed a slim dagger
bearing a masterfully crafted opal hilt. Rasavadi gently accepted the
offered weapon and turned toward Tamaska. "Today, during the joust, I
called you something. Do you remember what it was?"
"Guardian of the blood?" She responded in her throaty rasp as Nymaya
responded "Seeker."
"We are All Seekers though, but there can only be one Guardian." He replied
to Nymaya. Continuing on, "The Eclipse was always a brotherhood even though
there are some that castit aside. Purists like the Storm and Zayl, Sons of
Malice, and such." Sighing deeply his tone turned somber. In the end, the
word meant little. Ultimately that is what nearly destroyed us.
Rasavadi pulled a small decanter from his robe and placed it gently on the
floor. "From humble beginnings our siblinghood will rise." His voice
deepened, and became strong, while fervor glistened in his eyes. "From this
day forth All whom come to us, that have taken the vision, will have the
opportunity to be our siblings."
Rasavadi took the dagger into his right hand and knelt upon the floor.
"By these words and by this blood I pledge my life to you, siblings of blood
and steel." He vowed, and then drew a thin line across his left palm. A
single drop of blood plopped quietly into the empty container. "With our
mingling of lifes essence may be we bound forever."
Without looking he reversed the blade and held it over the decanter not
knowing if any would follow him. He was rewarded with Nymaya's soft touch
as she took the dagger from him. "I should add to it, aye?" She inquired
to which Rasavadi responded softly "It is your choice of course."
Nymaya lowered herself to her knees by the decanter gripped the hilt of her
dagger and pierced her left palm. While the drop fell fer her palm she
recited the words, "By these words and by this blood I pledge my life to
you, siblings of blood and steel. With our mingling of life's essence, may
we be bound forever."
Nymaya deftfully flipped the dagger around again and offered its opal hilt
to Tamaska whom accepted the weapon.
Similiarly Tamaska knelt in her place around the decanter. Striking a slice
through her left palm she allowed it to well up a moment before tilting her
hand and allowing her blood to drip into the decanter. "By these words and
by this blood I pledge my life to you, siblings of blood and steel. With
our mingling of lifes essence may be we bound forever."
Rasavadi's heart pounded in his helmet. The words could barely be heard
over his outpouring of respect and love for his sisters. Swallowing back
the lump in his throat he choked out. "With these three drops we will
reform an empire. All whom complete this ritual are equal under the banner
be they a newly blooded sibling or Highlord."
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Thu Mar 29 16:59:36 2018
To Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Clan Kingdom All Necrucifer Drakkara Imm RP
Subject Of Blood and Duty (2/2)
Rasavadi's heart pounded in his helmet. The words could barely be heard
over his outpouring of respect and love for his sisters. Swallowing back
the lump in his throat he choked out. "With these three drops we will
reform an empire. All whom complete this ritual are equal under the banner
be they a newly blooded sibling or Highlord."
His voice deepening back to normaly he turned his head towards Tamaska and
said, "Sister, you are hereby appointed Guardian of the Eclipse and will
hold our blood and maintain the ritual. Though there will be ranks beyond
Brother and Sister, there are none more important."
Turning towards Nymaya he said, "And you my Sister, I hereby appoint you
Keeper of the Eclipse, and shall maintain the ritual of Imparting the
Vision. You have already begun chronicaling our new history, it seemed
fitting."
They both took deep breaths, a slightly stunned look upon their face.
Rasavadi had planned this for some time now, but kept his secrets well. He
had always known those two would be The two, but not in what role. Their
actions eventually guiding the final decision.
"Now, since this is the first time, there is one last part to the blooding.
Tamaska, as Guardian, will yell for All to hear "Kill for the living." And
everyone else who has been blooded be it today or in the past are to reply
'Kill for the dead. '"
Rasavadi let the instruction and announcements sink in a moment before
saying, "After you Guardian."
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Tamaska clan gossips 'Kill for the living. '
You clan gossip 'Kill for the dead! '
Nymaya clan gossips 'Kill for the dead! '
Tamaska clan gossips 'Kill for the dead! '
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Special thanks to Mrakkerz for saving the day!
Writer: Tamaska
Date Thu Mar 29 23:32:48 2018
To Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Clan Kingdom All Necrucifer Imm RP
Subject Of Blood and Duty (1/3)
It had been a long and eventful evening between the jousts and the
planning. She could feel the soreness starting to settle in from the
beating she took on the sands. Her mind was wandering to thoughts of a nice
long soak in tub full of hot water to ease her battered muscles when
Rasavadi turned to her and Nymaya and spoke. "I have but one bit of
business left for today." Tamaska's curiosity was piqued, it could be
anything from specific orders regarding the expedition to news of a possible
new member.
She was certainly caught off guard when he asked her if she had a dagger.
Admittedly, it took her a moment and she might have even slipped her hands
down to pat her pack as she tried to remember if she did. Then she recalled
that she had passed All her blades to their brother because they were little
use to her. With a soft chuckle she told Rasavadi she had passed it along
and did not have one on her. He inquired with Nymaya who unsheathed one and
offered it up.
"Today, during the joust, I called you something. Do you remember what it
was?" Rasavadi inquired. Tamaska didn't have to think back to remember,
she had noted it the moment she had heard him say the words. It had caused
her pause at the joust but she had filed it away for a later inquiry.
"Guardian of the blood? The words poured from Tamaska lips and already she
could hear her heart starting to thud in her ears, nearly drowning out
Nymaya's response of 'Seeker. '
"We are All Seekers though, but there can only be one Guardian." He replied
to Nymaya. He continued on, talking about the brotherhood of Eclipse and
how the lost of such had nearly destroyed them. Tamaska was frozen in
place, reminding herself to breath and taking in every detail she could.
This, like the Imparting the vision, was one of those moments that she would
remember for the entirety of her life. Her brother had a knack for
springing such moments on them but it made them All the more memorable.
Rasavadi produced a decanter and placed it on the ground. The young yinn
had no doubts about what they were about to do, what they were about to
embark on. She'd read about All the rituals, admired them. She had made a
vow to herself to respect the traditions and savor those moments. Life can
be swift or it can be long but no matter the length there were always the
days that meant more than the rest. This was one of those.
"From humble beginnings our siblinghood will rise." Her heart no longer
thudded in her ears but it was pounding in her chest, she briefly wondered
if the others could hear its fit-filled race. "From this day forth All whom
come to us, that have taken the vision, will have the opportunity to be our
siblings." She watched proudly as her brother placed the decanter upon the
ground and knelt before it. They had not grown up together, in fact they
had only met in recent times but the kinship was there already. Some
believe you choose your family, others believe that you are bound by blood
whether you choose to be or not. Tamaska knew that blood made no
difference, Rasavadi was her brother, by blood, by choice.. Always.
Writer: Tamaska
Date Thu Mar 29 23:35:35 2018
To Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Clan Kingdom All Necrucifer Imm RP
Subject Of Blood and Duty (2/3)
"By these words and by this blood I pledge my life to you, siblings of
blood and steel." She watched in silent reverence as her brother sliced the
dagger over his palm. Normally, she was not one to let emotions get to her
but at this moment, watching the blood drip from Rasavadi's hand into the
decanter, her eyes were glistening and any hint of words were stuck in her
throat. She swallowed hard, trying to push the rising lump back down.
"With our mingling of life's essence may be we bound forever." He flipped
the blade around and held the pommel out above the decanter. Tamaska
remained still and silent, as if frozen by the importance of the moment.
Nymaya stepped forward and took the blade in her hand. An elf.. Tamaska
certainly had no issues regarding anyone's race. If they served and proved
them self in her eyes then they were worthy of her respect. She had not
known what to think of Nymaya the first time they had met but she recognized
something in her and she had seen the level of respect that her brother held
for the elf. It had made her take notice and pay attention to the woman's
actions. Now she was watching a sister by choice take the oath of blood and
it filled her with as much pride as watching her blood brother do so.
The blade pierced Nymaya's left palm and a drop of blood fell into the
decanter below it as she recited her vow, "By these words and by this blood
I pledge my life to you, siblings of blood and steel. With our mingling of
life's essence, may we be bound forever." With the words finished, Nymaya
flipped the blade and offered the pommel to Tamaska. She drew in a shaky
breath and willed her feet forward, reaching to take the dagger in her right
hand.
She lowered herself to her knees, her eyes gazing down into the decanter as
she did. Once again that lump in her throat rose upward and she swallowed
it down. Thoughts of the significance of this moment raced through her
head, threatening to pull her focus. Tamaska drew in a deep breath,
straightened herself up and sliced the blade into her left palm. She
watched the blood for a moment, allowing it to accumulate before she tilted
her hand and allowed it to fall down to the decanter.
"By these words and by this blood I pledge my life to you, siblings of blood
and steel. With our mingling of life's essence may be we bound forever,"
Tamaska managed to finish the vow just before the lump in her throat
threatened to strangle her voice again.
Writer: Tamaska
Date Thu Mar 29 23:40:25 2018
To Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Clan Kingdom All Necrucifer Imm RP
Subject Of Blood and Duty (3/3)
"With these three drops we will reform an empire. All whom complete this
ritual are equal under the banner be they a newly blooded sibling or
Highlord." She managed a nod at her brother's words and rose from her knelt
position, stifling a groan as her sore body protested.
How her brother still managed to catch her off guard, she was uncertain.
She knew he had referred to her as Guardian at the joust but still the
weight of his next statement stole what breath she had away. "Sister, you
are hereby appointed Guardian of the Eclipse and will hold our blood and
maintain the ritual. Though there will be ranks beyond Brother and Sister,
there are none more important." She managed a nod in his direction and
followed his gaze as it moved to Nymaya.
"And you my Sister, I hereby appoint you Keeper of the Eclipse, and shall
maintain the ritual of Imparting the Vision. You have already begun
chronicling our new history, it seemed fitting." Though Tamaska was still
frozen in the moment, she agreed completely that it was a fitting role for
her sister.
"Now, since this is the first time, there is one last part to the blooding.
Tamaska, as Guardian, will yell for All to hear "Kill for the living." And
everyone else who has been blooded be it today or in the past are to reply
'Kill for the dead. '"
"After you Guardian." Tamaska drew in a deep breath, instilling that her
voice was strong and wouldn't crack in the moment.
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Tamaska clan gossips 'Kill for the living.'
You clan gossip 'Kill for the dead!'
Nymaya clan gossips 'Kill for the dead!'
Tamaska clan gossips 'Kill for the dead!'
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Writer: Nymaya
Date Fri Mar 30 19:13:46 2018
To Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Clan Kingdom All Necrucifer Imm RP ( Tamaska Rasavadi )
Subject Of Blood and Duty (1/3)
"I have but one bit of business left for today."
It was impressive, in hindsight, how often Rasavadi D'Aerthe managed to
catch her off guard but that was just one of his interesting quirks. Her
burgeoning respect for the Yinn had begun the day she'd watched him fall
from the Aspect's realm, covered in blood and acid.
"Have you a dagger handy? " He'd asked of Tamaska after removing his
gloves. A process, she noted, that seemed to cause him discomfort,
hearkening her back to the moment she had truly understood the ramifications
of just what the Aspects had done to him.
The motion brought her attention around to the stiffness in her left hand, a
semi-regular occurrence now, and while she glanced at Tamaska she flexed her
fingers before simply setting her hand at her back. It had become a habit
that continually reminded her of the missing digit, and she found herself
more interested in why Rasavadi was asking for a dagger.
Dismayed perhaps that she did not have one, Tamaska chuckled quietly and
replied that she had given it to their brother. She only had a moment to
wonder at Astartix before Rasavadi swung his attention to her. Already
prepared for the question that followed, she drew the opal-hilted dagger
Dar'shin Ka'vanth had had made for her and handed it over without
hesitation, which gave her a moment's pause afterward.
"Today, during the joust, I called you something. Do you remember what it
was?"
He was solemn, serious, and abruptly the nature of what was about to happen
settled atop her surprise at recognizing that not only did she trust these
people with her life, but she felt no doubt about this path or where it
would take All of them.
"Guardian of the blood? " Tamaska's query was uncertain, which seemed
appropriate. She had been distracted by the joust - they both had, she
realized, and felt her own uncertainty rise at the question which was why
she stated, "Seeker" shortly after.
"We are All Seekers though" Rasavadi explained patiently, "but there can
only be one Guardian. The Eclipse was always a brotherhood even though
there are some that cast it aside. Purists like the Storm and Zayl, Sons of
Malice, and such."
She and Tamaska nodded, fully engrossed now, and Rasavadi - the uncontested
Highlord of their new inception of Eclipse - placed a decanter on the
ground with formality.
Writer: Nymaya
Date Fri Mar 30 19:20:56 2018
To Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Clan Kingdom All Necrucifer Imm RP ( Tamaska Rasavadi )
Subject Of Blood and Duty (2/3)
"In the end, the word meant little. Ultimately that is what nearly
destroyed us." And he gestured down at the opened receptacle. "From
humble beginnings our siblinghood will rise."
"From this day forth All whom come to us, that have taken the Vision, will
have the opportunity to be our siblings."
The words intoned were ceremonial and the weight of what Rasavadi was
detailing overwhelmed her briefly. Was this what it had been like in the
halls of Skull Keep? Was this the sort of importance the men and women of
Storm Keep felt when they participated in ceremony?
She and Tamaska watched as Rasavadi lowered himself to his knees by the
receptacle and, taking the dagger she had given him, intoned, "By these
words and by this blood I pledge my life to you, siblings of blood and
steel."
A single drop of his blood fell from his palm into the decanter, her dagger
slicing a thin line across his flesh. "With our mingling of lifes essence
may be we bound forever."
This was not the first time she had witnessed a blood ritual, but it was the
first time she felt its impact keenly in her heart, and when he flipped the
blade into his palm to offer it to the next she hesitated only to make sure
she would get it right. She had had time to watch these Yinn, to fight and
bleed alongside them. She hadn't hesitated to give him her dagger, she
hadn't hesitated to give her oath or follow them to the battlefield, because
she believed this time. In them, in the cause they were fighting for and
the Vision they sought to bring back to Algoron.
The weight of the dagger was familiar in her grasp and, kneeling by the
receptacle, she set the arcanium tip to her palm and let fall a drop of her
blood while she intoned, "By these words and by this blood I pledge my life
to you, siblings of blood and steel. With our mingling of life's essence,
may we be bound forever."
The words meant everything but it was only after she offered the hilt to
Tamaska, feeling an abundance of trust and pride in the woman who also went
to her knees by the decanter with blade in hand, that she let herself be
overcome by the precedent. The moment allowed for deep, respectful silence
as the Yinn beside her drew blood and let it fall to join Rasavadi's and her
own.
"By these words and by this blood" Tamaska rasped softly, "I pledge my life
to you, siblings of blood and steel. With our mingling of lifes essence may
be we bound forever."
And in a tone that veritably pealed like scripture he stated, "With these
three drops we will reform an empire."
Writer: Nymaya
Date Fri Mar 30 19:32:12 2018
To Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Clan Kingdom All Necrucifer Imm RP ( Tamaska Rasavadi )
Subject Of Blood and Duty (3/3)
The certainty in Rasavadi was inspiring and more and more, she could see
it. She already believed it but his vision - the vision - had become
clearer and the more she learned of it, the more it appealed.
"All whom complete this ritual are equal under the banner, be they a newly
blooded sibling or Highlord." He went on, and she bowed her head, her
fingers closing around the shallow cut in her palm. What followed was not
entirely unexpected but it helped further cement what she was already
feeling.
"Sister," Rasavadi stated to Tamaska, "you are hereby appointed Guardian of
the Eclipse and will hold our blood and maintain the ritual. Though there
will be ranks beyond Brother and Sister, there are none more important."
She lifted her head to glance at Tamaska as the woman took in a steadying
breath and clenched her hand around the cut the dagger had made. It was
comforting to see that she was not the only one deeply affected by what was
occurring. What she was not prepared for - yet again - was Rasavadi's next
proclamation when his attention returned to her.
"And you my Sister," He rasped. "I hereby appoint you Keeper of the
Eclipse, and shall maintain the ritual of Imparting the Vision."
All she could do was bow her head to him.
"You have already begun chronicling our new history, it seemed fitting."
Her inspiration had been derived from The Sunset Dawn itself. A grand
seeking such as theirs deserved a place in history. The names of her
companions deserved it as well and the words of Nagash continually haunted
her; Your world weakens daily through the thoughtless loss of knowledge.
Further generations would never know half of what had come to pass, would
have no Vision to guide them, if Algoron's populace continually let history
slip away.
"Now, since this is the first time, there is one last part to the blooding."
Their Highlord went on to explain. "Tamaska, as Guardian, will yell for
all to hear 'Kill for the living.' and the newly blooded would reply 'Kill
for the dead.'
He then gestured at her invitingly and rasped, "After you Guardian."
There was an undeniable thrill that followed then, as the Highlord, the
Guardian and the Keeper sent their voices forth for Eclipse and for the
Darkness:
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Tamaska clan gossips 'Kill for the living.'
Rasavadi clan gossips 'Kill for the dead!'
You clan gossip 'Kill for the dead!'
Tamaska clan gossips 'Kill for the dead!'
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Writer: Wyltte
Date Fri Mar 30 22:41:20 2018
To All Necrucifer Verminasia Immortal Taship Kyri Ampersand Storyline
Subject Lost City - The Road - I
As the last bit of firedust scattered into wind, the large procession of
troops and supplies took south down the road. Wyltte organized the band
into a working pack, much like the direwolves run in on his lands in
Iagothal. A band of of his best warriors blazed the trail ahead, with the
King and Queen shortly behind. There were no feeble or weak in this group.
All who came here were chosen personally from the best, as the Master
demanded no less than the most complete effort. Afterwards came the
supplies with some of the camp workers, and they were followed by another
band of elite warriors. Wyltte took the very last position, choosing to
keep an eye on the entirety of the procession. It was both glorious and
fearsome to behold.
In order to maintain a watchful eye, he commissioned some of his warlocks to
use their ravens to communicate back and forth with the scouting parties
which went ahead. They had sent word that weather was devastating in some
spots, so Wyltte wanted to keep a close eye on what was to come.
Additionally, he sent some of his Shaman in Owl form to fly above the
procession, keeping their sharp eyes out for any who may try and hinder
their progress. He afforded no chances in this outing, nor would he be the
one to allow his people to be caught unawares.
The wind blew icily through the air, and Wyltte pulled his bearskin cloak he
had made for the trip around his shoulders. It kept the chill of the wind
off of his frame, but it still lashed at his cheeks, even through the beard.
Small icicles were forming underneath his mustache, so he had to keep wiping
them away. He pulled his blade from the sheath slightly, making sure it was
intact. He had each of his soldiers who carried swords and daggers wipe
down their blades in whale oil, keeping them from sticking to their
sheathes. It was an old trick, but an effective one.
Their numbers were vast, and as they wound through the weather roadway, the
passage seem to close in on them, the lands rising above the road on both
sides. Wyltte let out a whistle, and a small wild elven woman wearing the
Deathwatch uniform came to his side.
"Shade, ride on ahead and tell the first warrior band they need to send a
body up the hill, see what's on the other side. We have aerial recon, but
sometimes eyes close to the ground can see more."
"Yes Legate" she said with a crisp reply and even crisper salute, and
bounded off quickly to the front of the pack. Wyltte kept his eyes on the
hillsides, warily scanning for whatever was making the hairs on the back of
his neck stand up.
He made the sign of Necrucifer, once again pulling his cloak which had
opened slightly around him. There was something ahead. Something he knew
didn't want them there.
Writer: Wyltte
Date Fri Mar 30 23:09:55 2018
To All Necrucifer Verminasia Immortal Tashio Kyri Ampersand Storyline
Subject Lost City - The Road - II
It was more than thirty minutes before the Shade returned to Wyltte's
side, her voice nearly as breathless as her horse. Tiny crystals seemed to
fall from the air as she spoke, the air had grown so cold to freeze her
breath mid sentence. Wyltte looked on in anticipation, the pit of his
stomach knotting in anticipation.
"Legate, Shade Wyldebon reporting as ordered. I talked to the front ranks,
and they feel uneasy about the path. Their horses are getting spoked, but
they cannot see any indicators of attack" she said. Wyltte looked at the
Shade with a stern gaze, and she snapped out of her pause. "I made sure to
give them your order Sir, and several climbed thei hill on both sides... ."
Wyltte nodded curtly, looking down at the Shade for a moment. "Go on, get
on with it. What did they see?"
Here the Shade was hesitant in her answer. "Nothing Legate, they saw
nothing. Just an old decrepit cottage falling apart in the western
lowlands, and to the east there appears to be some type of bog" At the
mention of the terrain, Wyltte turned to a warlock at the group ahead.
"Legionnaire, signal the King and Queen to put up wards! Send your ravens
to the skies to tell the Shamans to get on the hill tops and put out Mojo
sticks!" Wyltte spurred his horse forward without another word, the
soldier's quick to follow suit. They moved closer to the supply group, each
galloping along in unison. The air was near a sheet of ice, making each
breath labored. He came to stop right in the middle of the supply group,
looking at the startled population. One large blacksmith trotted over to
Wyltte, looking up at him from the ground. Wyltte looked down at him with a
small nod.
"Listen to me carefully. Take some of your finest, purest steel stakes, and
hand them to everyone you can. Those who cannot wield them, place them in
the very center of this caravan. Whatever you do, do not drop them."
Wyltte said a prayer outloud, and as the blacksmith got out the stakes, the
poured unholy water on each one. After this was completed, he rode up to
Telthian and Ashtiel.
"Your Majesties...." Wyltte started to say, as a shrill howl from the
easterlands shattered the eerie silence that swept over the camp.
"Wraiths...."
Writer: Thrakhath
Date Sat Mar 31 09:59:29 2018
Writer: Thrakhath
Date Sat Mar 31 10:02:09 2018
To All Knighthood New_Thalos Lunez
Subject A Dance with the Sands of Time
Almost motionless, like one of the statues along the hallowed halls of the east
and west corridors of the Keep, the yinn stared long and hard at the paintings
at the galleria.
The Sultan's words rang in his mind, he was honor-bound to fulfill his end of
the bargain. Quite the unlikely student of history and philosophy, the yinn
always bemused at the fact the despite his outward appearances as a hardened
warrior more comfortable on saddleback, he thought of himself more as a scholar
of history and philosophy. Almost a lifetime ago, he did aspire to a life
dedicated to the Serpent's Eye, the life of a ascetic, a recluse.
And now, the Sultan's request put the yinn right at a comfortable spot -
history. The Sultan expressed his interest in a particular point in history,
one that is muddled by the passage of time. The yinn had his reservations on
being able to find enough information. He knew the libraries and archives of
the Order would be the best place of reference to start.
Some book delving and dusty tomes await the yinn. But at that very moment, he
hoped, and prayed for the Sultan's patience. This would not a simple act of
finding things altogether in one single tome.
Writer: Wyltte
Date Sat Mar 31 11:30:41 2018
To All Necrucifer Verminasia Immortal Tashio Kyri Ampersand Storyline
Subject Lost City - The Road - III
The shrieks continued in waves, even rising hire than the winds blowing
from the north. The temperature dropped dramatically, to where even the
bits of perspiration from the frenzied activity of preparing the convoy
started to freeze in people's hair. Wyltte rode hard along the line,
issuing orders and overlooking every detail. He knew they were coming, he
just didn't know when.
He waved over a large beast of a man, lowering his head to speak to him.
The man was already pale, but the shrill howl of the distant wraiths tended
to lighten him up even more.
"Centurion, you are from here, are you not? What do you know of these
spirits?" Wyltte asks, eyes scanning the hill line.
"Aye Legate, vas born and vraised in vittle village outside ov Gaeerenborg.
Ve heard tales ov these spirits, and even heard a stray vail from time to
time, but nay anything like this." The large man made the sign of Mencius,
crossing his hand over his heart.
"Then tell me Man, what did you do to keep yourself safe from these
spirits?" Wyltte asks, his horse jittery from the nervous energy of the
people All around. The viking just looked up at Wyltte with a helpless
gaze.
"Ve prayed".
Wyltte's eyes flashed with fire, jarring his mount to ride the line again.
His shaman scouts on the hill used their magic to shoot flaming snakes into
the air.
It was time.
The wraiths were on the convoy before most people had a chance even raise
their weapons. Darting too and fro, phasing between others and letting out
their ungodly screams. Wyltte saw the chaos and disorganization of the
group, and was filled with anger. He would not allow this expedition to be
ruined before it even started. He grasped the blade of his sword in his
hands, letting it slice into his palm. The blood ran down the blade as he
looked towards the blurry sky in defiance.
"Master of Darkness, this blood is spilled to show your sacrifice for your
people, to drive away those who hinder your dark purpose"[x he yells to the
sky, the black moon overhead but shrouded by the clouds. "Let any who
oppose you, live or dead, be fearful of your might!" With this, Wyltte
grabbed the blade harder, the slick blood running over the hilt of his
blade. He hefts it high for the convoy to see. "For Necrucifer!"
The blade started to glow with a dull-red sheen, the people watching in
fascination as Wyltte charged headlong into a group of wraiths tormenting a
wagon of horses, their rider trying to fend them off with the blessed steel
stakes. He road fearlessly into their midst, slashing as their ethereal
vapors with the blade. Upon connecting, one of the wraiths screamed with
anger, turning its faceless visage towards Wyltte, before simply melting
into the air without a trace.
Other's quickly followed suit, each calling out to their own Dark God as
they flung themselves towards the tormenting spirits. Shrieks and howls of
unearthly proportions filled the sky, drowning out even the howling of the
winds. One by one the spirits faded into the nether, but not before
claiming a few scared tradesmen, and a handful of new Deathwatch recruits,
their bodies nothing but wilted husks in new armor.
Wyltte reared his horse to the convoy, lifting his bloodied blade high, the
sleeve of his shirt wet with the sacrifice. "This is what happens when you
embrace courage and forget fear! This is what happens when you use Darkness
as your strength!"
Wyltte rode down the line, inspecting each of the elements of the convoy.
When satisfied, he motioned to the lead to begin again. He would deliver
them to where they were meant to go. Their Destiny.
Writer: Jermichael
Date Sun Apr 1 00:41:09 2018
To All Necrucifer Verminasia storyling ( Imm RP )
Subject Upon the ice
Jermichael looked out from where he stood at the front of the small boat
and sighed. They were here, making landfall, he thought to himself. The
boat slowed as the bottom drug upon the shallows and he stepped off the
front, his boots splashing as he landed in the chilled, shin-high water. He
raised a gloved hand, motioning for his men to disembark.
Jermichael scanned the temporary staging area, looking for the Priest-King
among the hundreds there. "M'lord, shall we begin unloading the other
boats?" , Quipped a young Squire, who ran up and snapped to attention.
"Aye, your orders have not changed. Unload our provisions, then see to the
mounts." The young squire snapped a salute and turned on his heels.
Jermichael turned back toward the encampment and made his way from the
shore, toward a group of tents set away to the far side of the main body of
the area.
He passed crates and barrels of rations, and a group of Verminasian officers
speaking in a small group. Each turned upon Jermichael's approach, some
tipping their heads in respect, while others gave salutes. "Greetings,
gentlemen, where might I find our King?" A seasoned soldier, with a beard
to rival a dwarf, turned and pointed to a large tent set in the middle of
the others. "In there, sir.. Las' I saw. He had the Legate with 'em"
Jermichael smiled and gave a quick nod, "Thank you." He turned from the
group and made his way to the tent, followed by two knights.
He pushed the canvas flap aside and stepped inside. He lifted his head to
see the Priest-King leaning over a make-shift table, talking with several
others. Jermichael smiled slightly and bowed as the King turned his gaze
upon hearing him enter. "We are here, my King."
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Sun Apr 1 11:32:21 2018
To All Shadow Verminasia Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer Drakkara
Subject Lost City - Vanguard
"Land ho! " the seaman yelled from the crows nest. "About bloody time"
Rasavadi cursed under his breath. The voyage over was slow, rocky, cold and
wet. Miserable in a single word. Rasavadi hated sea voyages at the best of
times. Salt always found a way to crystallize in the most insidious of
manner in the worst places possible. One would think the armor with its
protective gel lining would keep that crap out, but no, never.
Looking around him he saw Jermichael, Elathan, Tamaska and a host of
Knight's of Storm. Nymaya and Narsh were already ashore scouting the area,
again, but they were missed. Time was short, but they had been able to
recruit from those that had answered the call to the banner. Luckily some
who had answered the call were trained, but the faces of far too many were
obviously untested in battle.
"Guardian, see to the men. I must speak with the King before we depart" he
said to Tamaska who nodded. {"Once the supplies are offloaded, and mounts
taken care of, get them dry. I'll not have the cold be our greatest enemy
out here. This goes for you as well" he added with a wry smile knowing
she'd look after herself last.
Spotting Jermichael they headed to the kings tent.
Writer: Tamaska
Date Sun Apr 1 16:22:15 2018
To All Shadow Verminasia Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer
Subject Lost City - Vanguard
Suddenly the ship came alive, the crew members scattering across the icy
deck to make sure the ship was anchored, tied off and ready to begin the
task of unloading. Tamaska reached a clawed hand up and ran it along the
side of her muzzle and over her ears, muttering quiet curses as she
dislodged bits of ice from her fur. Her normally onyx colored fur now
lightly tipped in frosty ice crystals, something that was not likely to
change anytime soon.
Reaching for her staff, she tapped it against the deck and sent a cascade of
ice crystals and salt scittering to the deck floor before she made her way
off the ship. Her eyes scanned the gathering of Verminasians, Storm
Knights, and Eclipsians. It was no small gathering by far, impressive
really. Her attention was suddenly snagged as she heard her brother's voice
call out. "Guardian, see to the men." Guardian... It still caught her off
guard at times but each time she heard it she was humbled by it.
"Once the supplies are offloaded, and mounts taken care of, get them dry.
I'll not have the cold be our greatest enemy out here. This goes for you as
well. " She snorted as she saw his grin and huffed, obscuring her slightly
in a cloud of white as her breath froze in the cold air. Pulling her fur
lined cloak tighter around her and the hood down over her ears, she turned
and approached the vanguard members who were unloading.
She quickly divided them up, assigning some to unloading supplies and
directing where they needed to be. They needed to get unloaded but also
prepped for the journey ahead. Tamaska was already feeling the cold was
going to be brutal and was glad for her thick fur. Growing up on Shokono
had certainly not prepared her for this. She grabbed the arm of one of the
men who was unloading supplies, directing his attention to her. "There is a
pack with some extra furs and animal skins. Make certain that you locate it
and it ends up either with myself or my brother and whatever you do keep it
dry! "
The man darted off to search and Tamaska instructed another group to unload
the mounts. "Get them fed and saddled up with thick, dry blankets. Also,
someone get a fire made so everyone can get warm and dry before we head out.
This cold is brutal enough without being wet as well. " Once she had
everyone working, Tamaska joined in with the unloading. She needed to
gather her own packs anyways.. She had packed extra flasks for the fights
that they expected to encounter. The packs were heavy but she had balanced
them well with her other supplies and tested that she could handle the
weight.
It might be brutally cold but she was damn glad to be back on dry land. She
reached for one of her flasks on her belt and unfastened it. Tipping the
flask back she took a small pull before corking it and returning it to her
belt. Already she could feel the familiar warmth of the liquid, warming her
from the inside out. Moose piss... She thought to herself and snorted.
"Before this expedition is done he just might be wishing for some. " She
stated to no one in particular.
"Speaking of which, where is that extra pack of furs? " She called out
before disappearing among the knights and eclipsians who were now prepping
mounts, supplies and packs for the journey.
Writer: Mercerion
Date Sun Apr 1 21:29:19 2018
To All Immortal Religion Nadrik Cayenna Cahlizna
Subject Pilgrimage: Shifting Sands
Thunder sounded out across the plains as Mercerion drove his warhorse
onward, kicking up clods of earth as he raced towards the forest of the Haon
Daraan. The tracks left by the squire were easy to follow, left in haste
and with no effort to be covered in the desperate flight from the keep. The
Squire could only have left the keep minutes before Mercerion had followed,
and confirmed with the guard on duty that a squire had passed through,
heading towards the southwest.
Mercerion tightened the his grip on the reigns of the warhorse, his vision
narrowed in focus as the realization of where these tracks were heading came
to him. He was heading right for the temple of Devion in this forest.
Mercerion's free hand eased towards his scabbard, idling over the hilt of
the katana there as he pulled up the reigns, slowing his warhorse to a stop.
The Warhorse gave no protest, and Mercerion deftly dismounted, landing
heavily on his feet, taking a long moment to take in his surroundings,
before he saw movement. Ahead of him, he noted a flash of blue, a squire's
uniform, disappearing into the temple.
Mercerion whisper a prayer to Nadrik and rose to his feet. He affixed his
shield to his left arm and wrist, and dipped his head into the temple. As
his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he saw the squire teleport away. As
Mercerion attempted to follow, he felt his attempt fail, and cursed under
his breath. With a scathing look, he set his gaze upon the statue and
stated that this was not finished, before turning and leaving the temple to
inform the keep that they had been infiltrated, and they would need to be
vigilant in the future.
If the words of Amateras were true, than there would likely be movement soon
coming from Necrucifer's devoted, and if that Squire had witnessed what had
been said, and what had happened, then things were about to get a lot more
difficult.
Writer: Da'tarith
Date Mon Apr 2 06:53:52 2018
Writer: Riordan
Date Mon Apr 2 13:10:19 2018
To All Verminasia Necrucifer Shadow Eclipse ( Immortal Tashio Kyri Ampersand Storyline )
Subject Lost City - Preparations and Design
The plan for the fortification at Eastdrift was something that occupied
Riordan's mind most of his time. It was pretty clear to him that he would
need some assistance in the construction and the maintenance of such a
prestigious project.
He had already had offers of from enchantresses of the kingdom and they
would surely be useful in numerous things around the fortification be it
raising barriers, managing the portals needed to move people and resources
back and forth between the kingdom and 'Fort Ashtiel' or a myriad of other
tasks.
'Fort Ashtiel', he couldn't think of a more appropriate dedication, the
fortification was to be like the Queen (Long may she reign), a steadfast
protector of her people, dedicated to Lord Necrucifer.
The 'Where' when it came to starting the plans was fairly easy, having
reviewed scout reports and simple maps he received it was clear. Out of the
otherwise inhospitable land, the ground rose, a hill the shape of an almond
with one side gently sloped and the others more steep. The top of the hill
had jagged rocks sticking up a hundred feet like a crown of granite.
No one could argue that it'd be a bad spot given that it's position provide
a good view of the surroundings and, by God's providence, a fresh water
spring had been found pouring from the base of the crown rock.
Discarding his quill for a piece of charcoal, Riordan began to draw to
outline the initial buildings and to ease logistics by dedicating certain
areas for separate purposes. The spring would be expanded and series of
smaller reservoirs would be dug, allowing the water to be rerouted for more
convenience, the how he would leave to the engineers.
Rudimentary drawings were piling up with simple words, 'Storage. '
'Barracks', 'Tower' and finally a larger drawing that had lines cutting
through the land at the base of the hill. 'Ditch. ' 'Earth Bank. ' the
words signifying the simple but effective earthen fortifications. A thicker
line sits atop the 'Earth Bank. ' 'Wooden Wall or Palisade. ' Together
with the map drawing, a more detailed plan attached to it for each building
for the benefit of the builders.
A detail plan of a section of the map was set aside after he finished it,
labeling it 'Inner fortification. ' the part was triangular, like the point
of a star it stabs out from the fortification. The larger drawings showed
how the star-point fortifications would protrude at regular intervals. In
the end he stared at the plans for a moment, admiring the Star Fort.
As daylight broke, he had finished the last drawings of the fortification,
the almond-shaped hill was surrounded by what would become a permanent base
with walls added on. A testament to Verminasia's capability and the
dedication its people, Fort Ashtiel was to become as impressive as the
rumored statues created by the ancient empire that once ruled that land.
Indeed he would require a fair number of workers and have at least one
Wu-Jen trained in the arts of earth magics to accompany them to shift the
monumental amounts of earth that would need to be moved. He was determined,
the project would be a success.
The Advisor had promised he would be ready when the ships arrived at their
destination and true to his word, he was. Only moments after Jermichael and
Rasavadi walk past, a dark shape launches from the water, landing on the
shore, the sound of dolphins chattering mingling with the noise of the camp
before dying out.
Writer: Elysia
Date Mon Apr 2 15:54:55 2018
Writer: Ayrora
Date Tue Apr 3 14:56:07 2018
To All Drakkara Necrucifer Verminasia Immortal Tashio Kyri Ampersand Storyline
Subject Lost City - The Road
The road was very long, dangerous, and ice cold, the kind of cold that
seeped through your clothes and ate at ones flesh. Ayrora was prepared for
it. She had dressed Braedan in his winter Sacnoth colors and had changed
into the warmest clothing she had. Her cape was extra thick made with
feathers for much warmth with a hood to keep her head warm.
She had brought along a draft horse pulling a cart full of medical supplies,
herbs, extra blankets, extra water, extra iron rations, cots, and a few
small tents in case of the need to house the sick. The cold started to take
its toll on everyone and, as night fell, so did the temperature. The wind
was picking up so it was decided to make camp for the night.
No sooner were two tents erected and a few cots set up, the injured were
coming in. Nefratin and Amos assisted those who were barely able to walk.
"Amos, set up the wood stove in this corner." He nodded and ran to get the
stove. The wind was howling outside and the shivers went up her back.
"Nefratin, I will need water and bandages, many of both. He nodded. "Yes,
Viscountess. Right away." Amos had finished with the stove and started a
fire. Nefratin walked in with the supplies, "Put the water on the stove and
come here." Nefratin did as he was told.
Ayrora and Nefratin walked over to the first man who could barely open his
hands. She reached down to touch his hands and the man pulled his hands
away. "I cannot help if I cannot see what is wrong." She spoke softly to
him. He slowly opened his hands and she saw that his hands were raw. "Give
me one moment." She walked over to the stove and grabbed a pot of lukewarm
water and walked back to the man. "I apologize but this will hurt and I
must do it." She gently started to clean his hands. She could see tears
in his eyes but he shed none. She then mixed some herbs and made them into a
paste and spread it over his hands wrapping them with cloth strips. Three
others arrived with the same injury and were taken care of quickly.
Once she had them settled in walked Amos and Nefratin practically carrying a
very large soldier of the Deathwatch. He cold barely walk on his own two
feet and cried out in pain. Ayrora had them set him down on the cot nearest
the stove. He still had his boots on so she slowly and carefully removed
then as he screamed in pain. She then removed his socks to find the soldier
had a severe case of frostbite she had ever encountered. She asked Amos to
grab a pot of warm water and a basin as she went to get more bandages from
one of the boxes.
She returned to the soldier and found the bain half filled with warm water.
She gently put his feet in the warm water and proceeded to check the rest of
his extremities. He had a few ice burns on his finger but otherwise, his
feet were the worst of the injuries. A few more stragglers came in and out
of the tent with mild cases of frostbite but were taken care of and went
back to their posts.
Ayrora called Nefratin over, "Captain, the soldier that you carried in must
return to the city for further treatment or he will lose his feet. See to
it that he be returned immediately. He saluted her, "Yes Viscountess, I
shall see to it right away." He turned around and headed out of the tent.
Ayrora pulled out a blanket, took it over to the soldier and wrapped his
feet carefully finishing just as Nefratin arrived with two men who would get
the soldier back. She looked at the men, "As quickly as possible to the
holy guild. I will have someone waiting you."
Writer: Kaladon
Date Wed Apr 4 00:09:34 2018
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Fri Apr 6 14:03:19 2018
To All Shadow Verminasia Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer Drakkara
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | Marching Orders
Rasavadi, Jermichael and the others left the Crowns tent. Marching
orders remained the same, but Rasavadi had an idea.
Scouts had reported back hints at observers from the snows. No attacks yet,
but no definitive attacks or even consistent descriptions of the observers.
They were at a distinct disadvantage, and even though Narsh was from this
region he had been gone for a long time now. Looking over to the Vanguard's
staging area Rasavadi saw Narsh, Nymaya and Tamaska talking. As he
approached the three they hurredly stifled a chuckle and attempted to act
like nothing was going on.
"Lo there, marching orders are much the same. Watch your front, flanks and
backs. There have been reports of watchers in the wastes, but no definitive
identification. Guardian, Keeper you are to lead the troops as planned and
accompany the Storm. I will be taking Narsh on a recruiting mission. We
are woefully lacking in regional intelligence and experience. " Unbuckling
a small, fur lined pouch from his sword belt he handed the pouch, containing
Toxvah, to Tamaska. "She can funnel information back and forth between us
if necessary." A tiny, black head peeked out from the bag. Brilliant, red,
white, and black eyes peered at Rasavadi with an obvious look of displeasure
at this. "Don't worry little one, I will return in one piece. Besides,
someone has to keep these two out of trouble. " he chuckled, an irritated
chittering was her only response before ducking back into the bag.
Both Nymaya and Tamaska watched the exchange in concerned silence. The four
of them had been together now for months and rarely apart, but this was
something that needed to be done and Narsh came from the yaenni refugee
camp. "Narsh, mount up we ride. " Rasavadi ordered as he approached
Choliaria and looked over her furred barding. He took notice of the not so
subtle bulging of her saddle bags. Reaching into another pouch he pulled
out a fresh apple encased in a magical field. Uttering the words to a spell
the field dropped and he gave it to her. Looking over his shoulder he
quipped, "You'll need your energy to hump All this gear. " At which point
both Tamaska and Nymaya stiffled a giggle and attempted to look busy with
their own mounts.
Writer: Rasavadi
Date Fri Apr 6 14:05:54 2018
To All Shadow Verminasia Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer Drakkara
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | Recruiting
Rasavadi and Narsh road along quickly, yet quietly, towards the refugee
camp. No doubt he technically had relatives here, but by and large the
Eclipsian families shunned those that stayed in the camps. This was an
error that needed to be corrected. Family history had it that even before
the Sons of Malice murdered San Gohdam d'Aerthe, d'Fale, dra'Har and
Sho'Ghul had been welcomed into their ranks. Like much history there was
probably some re-writing and romanticism going on, but it was close enough
to the truth. The four families were of the Eclipse not dae'Tok.
Looking to the side he could see Narsh was deep in thought despite his hyper
awareness. Only just recently he had announced his belief in the truth of
the path, but his immediate family was here and not a hundred generations
removed like the d'Aerthe's. Narsh had been willing to join this rag tag
band, and was close to being imparted the Vision ritual, but Rasavadi knew
he was asking a lot. He was asking the same thing he had asked of Nymaya,
Tamaska, Krethen and many others. Join him, put your faith in his faith,
risk your lives for the cause. This was Rasavadi's burden, he would ask
these strangers just like he did his Brothers and Sisters to potentially lay
down their lives on a belief that he could achieve this goal. Little did
they know that the goal was only achievable by them. That Rasavadi was only
a figurehead and barely knew what he was doing most days.
Looking over to Narsh he said, "You know where we go? Why we go, and why
this must be done? " Narsh nodded quietly and continued to scan the tundra.
"He is conflicted. This, more than anything, will be his test of me. "
Rasavadi thought to himself waiting for the inevitable.
Writer: Tamaska
Date Fri Apr 6 17:59:52 2018
Writer: Nymaya
Date Fri Apr 6 18:02:26 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Tamaska )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | Final Prep
The Vanguard staging area was arrayed with banners and rows of soldiers
trying to keep warm around fires and braziers. It was set apart only by its
somewhat ordered appearance and it was from this place that she watched
Narsh and Rasavadi depart together with a modicum of apprehension. A glance
at Tamaska suggested that she might be feeling the same but there was
nothing for it.
"I suppose we've more supplies to see to." She muttered into the fierce
but momentary rise of a bitter cold wind and, drawing her cloak tighter
around her, she turned to fully address the Yinn who promptly held out a
flask in invitation.
She'd heard Rasavadi go on about the unenviable taste of the stuff but she
only hesitated a moment. Accepting the flask with a grateful nod at Tam,
she had barely tipped it up when the full force of its potent nature struck
her and she had to struggle mightily not to cough it All back up. She was
still struggling when she handed it back to the amused Yinn with a nod but
even then, the warmth of the biting alcohol had begun to infuse her.
Apparently, years of being involved with hard whiskey drinkers had not
prepared her for the impressively robust Shokonese brew.
"...Rasavadi was right.." She ground out hoarsely, still trying not to
cough and laugh while Tam chuckled quietly, and then they both headed off
to the shoreline.
It was hours later when they finally stopped. Sweating freely beneath her
winter gear and armor, she knew she would be chilled and exhausted later.
The supplies had been stacked for the arrival of the caribou that Verminasia
had procured, personal packs had been prepared, the troops had been settled
into loose formation and All the Vanguard forces arrayed.
She and Tamaska stood side by side at the head of the Eclipse force, bound
in furs, waiting. The hour had long since passed late and the moons, though
in full swing above, would fade before long as dawn tinged the horizon.
There was low talk now, a prevalent hum of anticipation among everyone and
it was with some interest that she watched clergy, templar and shadowknight
move purposefully through the area.
The time was nearly nigh.
Writer: Tamaska
Date Fri Apr 6 18:43:46 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Nymaya )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | Final Prep
Tamaska removed one of the flasks from her belt and tucked it into a
saddle bag before glancing down at the fur lined pouch and at the small
black bat inside. Toxvah glowered up at her from inside, the yinn simply
nodded and carefully fastened the pouch to her belt. "I don't like it
either but he'll be alright. " She pulled her fur lined cloak back into
place, shielding the pouch from the wind uncertain which of them she was
trying to convince more.
She shifted her gaze to Narsh and Rasavadi, watching them as they finished
loading up. Without looking, she unfastened a flask on her belt and freed
it. The cork promptly removed, she brought the flask to her lips and took a
hefty drink. She was long since used to the strength of the alcohol, its
bite a welcome distraction as she watched her brother and Narsh ride away.
Her gaze shifted towards Nymaya, worry evident in both of their eyes. She
held out the flask to the elf as her eyes flicked to the rest of the
vanguard at the elf's words. They did need to see to finishing
preparations.
Nymaya took the flask, surprising Tamaska and drawing her attention back to
the elf. She'd half expected her to turn it down, especially since Rasavadi
liked to call it 'fermented mastadon piss. ' Tam watched with interest as
the elven woman tipped the flask up and took a drink. Almost instantly she
recognized the signs that the liquid was stronger than was anticipated.
Jaws clenched shut, Tam fought hard not to laugh as the elf struggled to
swallow the drink but her amusement was quite evident. Taking the flask
back in hand, the yinn took one more drink before returning the cork and
stowing the flask on her belt once more.
"... Rasavadi was right.. " Tam chuckled at Nymaya's words and grinned as
they joined the rest of the vanguard in preparations. It seemed like chaos
from a distance but up close everything was moving smoothly. Mounts were
being saddled up, layered with heavy blankets. Other supplies were being
uncrated and dispersed for personal packs. There was a balance to this...
They needed enough supplies to handle this bitter cold, to be prepared for
whatever they would face but they also needed to not be so burdened down
with weight that they exhausted themselves.
Huffing a bit both from the cold and the work, Tamaska glanced around at the
camp and stepped up beside Nymaya. Now that preparations were done, there
was a restlessness that could be felt through the camp. It was the
impatient anticipation of starting this journey mixed with the uncertainty
of what beings would try to stop them. For Nymaya and Tamaska it was likely
also mixed with concern for Narsh and Rasavadi. It was not something that
Tam was used to, family and friendship. A welcome change she thought to
herself and looked around at the other eclipsians.
Writer: Tamaska
Date Fri Apr 6 22:33:14 2018
Writer: Thrakhath
Date Sat Apr 7 06:57:44 2018
To All Knighthood Immortal Roleplay Religion Cahilizna Austinian
Subject Unfurling the Standards
The fur on the yinn moved ever so briskly, pushed by the wind blowing across
the tower. Over the years, the yinn has only been up to this section of the
Keep for a few times.
From this vantage point, the expanse and beauty of the Keep spanned before him
- he Keep which he had sworn a oath to - an oath of unwavering and unyielding
service. An oath he was committed to uphold.
The past few hours has been eventful. The Keep's prayers for divine guidance
has been answered. The votes of the officer cadre accounted for, he was
declared Lord Knight of the Crown. History itself, has been made. He wondered
how future historians will view his tenure, whether or not this generation of
officers, named personnel of the keep, would be enshrined as ground breakers,
or as a people so lost and blinded, betraying and bringing ruination to a proud
and rich heritage.
The yinn stared, stoically at the battlements across the Keep. Pages and
squires, directed by knights were unfurling and putting up the yinn's battle
standards. While he held no familial heraldry unlike many of his human
comrades, his battle standards were of relative renown - the symbol of a tower
marking him as the Sentinel of Austinian, now with a Crown over it. He knew he
had a lot to do, and 'to do', will not be enough. He would have to excel, to
stand beyond exceptional scrutiny from both inside, and outside his beloved
home.
He knew too that the journey may not be entirely smooth. There would always be
various forms of resistance to changes, however small or large. But the yinn to
his faith - it had brought and carried him so far, why not further? The yinn
took a deep breath, drawing in the fresh Althainian air.
He squinted his eyes for a moment, a sudden reflection of a polished shield
from the training yard breaking his train of thought. The yinn tilted his head,
as he had always done. Aliera sought him out shortly after Theudoric Rho's
annointment to the Chancery. The Bishop's desire to serve and her feelings for
the Order were made clear and present to the yinn. The yinn felt not guilt, but
a heavy weight, the weight of leadership - the very burden he pledged to bear.
The yinn knew that the Bishop was driven by her sense of duty and love to both
her God and the Keep. He saw this instead as a source of strength that can be
channeled and tapped upon. And that, he would do.
The aged yinn closed his eyes. And there was that other matter that he promised
Mercerion to resolve, or rather, that he owed it to the Keep to address. There
may be rifts in relationships, between comrades and like any family, quarrels
and conflict would arise from time to time. But to stay united, cohesive
despite individual differences, that would fall on the yinn's leadership. He
thought of the words echoed by the long serving priest Jornhya: will the yinn
be a worker ant, or will he be able to rise above and truly lead? This would be
a small test, but a test nonetheless. He hoped, that with some luck, the Order
would emerge stronger and better.
The Keep will flourish. The Light will shine.
Writer: Jennaya
Date Sat Apr 7 12:39:46 2018
Writer: Ezessinth
Date Sat Apr 7 21:21:10 2018
Writer: Tamaska
Date Sat Apr 7 23:53:26 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Nymaya )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | On the March
The first rays of dawn were starting to rise over the horizon and the
camp was already bustling with activity. Tamaska was lost in thought,
staring at a small make shift map she had sketched by hand. She lightly
bounced a glowing ball in one hand, using it to see the map as she studied
it. The time to leave was nearing, she hoped that Narsh and Rasavadi would
catch up soon.
The clergy members rushing by caught her attention and she glanced over
towards Nymaya as she tucked her map away in saddle bag. All around the
vanguard the rest of the landing force had assembled. The Priest-King
stepped before them and both Nymaya and Tamaska dropped to one knee, the
rest of the vanguard following suit quickly. Telthian moved through the
group of Verminasians and knights of Storm and Eclipse, anointing an umbric
symbol on each of their foreheads.
Before he reached her, Tam lifted her hand and swept her fur lined hood back
to her shoulders. She, like the others, kept her head bowed through the
ritual and only briefly glanced up as she felt Telthian draw the symbol upon
her fur. Her ears twitched as voices around her began to join in but she
paused a moment to utter a quiet prayer for those not present.
She rose to her feet, her raspy voice joining the others as the chant filled
the camp. She pulled her cloak tighter around her as the wind whipped
through the camp, followed by the fire as it followed the path of the
firedust. Beneath her cloak she heard faint chittering, she lifted one side
and glanced down at the pouch. A small black bat with brilliant white, red
and black eyes peered up at the yinn, "Everything's fine. He's not back."
The creature screeched at Tamaska and dove back down into the depths of the
pouch.
Telthian's words once again drew her attention, holding it as her and the
other vanguard gathered their packs and readied their mounts. Tamaska
gathered the reigns in one hand and hoisted herself into her saddle. After
adjusting her cloak for warmth and pulling her hood back up, she turned her
gaze to the others. The horse snorted and stamped a foot in the snow, the
horses were just as restless as she was.
At the blast of the horn, she felt Toxvah flop in her pouch but if she
chittered it was drowned out. All at once the vanguard members surged
forward, settling quickly into a pace and into their designated positions.
Already, the winds were picking up and the sound of the camp had died out.
The encroaching storm would be brutal, she hoped that everyone remembered
their orders. She glanced towards Nymaya for a moment before returning her
gaze to the path ahead.
Their journey had begun. God be with them and woe to whatever tried to
stand in their way.
Writer: Narsh
Date Sun Apr 8 00:53:12 2018
Writer: Narsh
Date Sun Apr 8 00:55:47 2018
Writer: Jermichael
Date Sun Apr 8 00:57:03 2018
Writer: Ayrora
Date Sun Apr 8 11:26:32 2018
To All Verminasia Immortal Roleplay Storyline
Subject Travel to Rashburne
The long ride to Rashburne was as scenic as it was dangerous, bandits
tended to hide within the the tree lines and attack when least expected.
Although Ayrora dispised travelling with guards, there was one who dispised
them even more, Nostarion.
Nostarion was not used to being with anyone other than Ayrora for long
periods of time so when Amos, Nefratin, and Salodorian joined them, he was
not happy. Ayrora rode Braedan closer to Nostarion, "How are you holding
up?" Nostarion replied, "Such is not needed." She looked over at him, "I
have thought so many times but they have saved me a few times in my life.
You will grow accustomed to the point where you will not notice they are
even there. Believe me." Nostarion nods slowly, "Very well."
Amos rode up next to Nostarion and Salodorian to Ayrora's right as Nefratin
road closer in behind them, "We are growing closer to the dark forest,
Viscountess. We must be vigilant." She nodded. "Thank you for the
reminder, General." They continued on cautiously. Ayrora looked to
Nostarion with a slight grin knowing full well that any bandit daring to
cross his path would never survive long enough for the guards to get them.
Darkness was descending as they uneventfully reached there destination.
Ayrora looked to Amos, "Get the horses to the stables and make sure they are
very well taken care of before turning in for the eve." She nodded
tiredly. "Yes, Viscountess." He turned and headed to the stables as the
rest of the group headed to the Inn to square away there sleeping
arrangements. "Get some rest for tomorrow will be a long day."
Writer: Ayrora
Date Sun Apr 8 12:37:08 2018
To All Drakkara Necrucifer Verminasia Immortal Tashio Kyri Ampersand Storyline
Subject Lost City - The Road II
Ayrora was very happy when she saw Rosaeria walk into the tent. With a
small sigh of relief she called her over with the wave of her hand. Ayrora
gave her a huge hug and smiled, "I am so happy you are here I needed another
set of hands." Rosie returned the hug, Where am I needed.. Ma'am?"
Ayrora nudged her a bit, "Ayrora, and we could use that wonderful beef stew
that you make to feed these men. Better nutrition means faster healing."
Rosie nodded in agreement, "Yes, ma.... Ayrora." She headed out to get
the supplies.
The weather was getting much worse, the temperature had dropped considerably
and the wings were so strong that each gust felt like it was cutting
unprotected skin. The stove continued to work as it should so the
temperature inside was not as bad but still cold, she would have to get the
second stove going on the other end of the temt soon. Nefratin walked over
to her, "Is their anything I can do to aassist you, Viscountess?" She
turned to him, "Actually, yes. We need the second stove lit on the other
side of the tent and Lady Rosaeria could use a bit of help with food
supplies." He nodded, "Right away, Viscountess. He turned and left the
tent.
It was hard to manage the flow of women and men coming and going, some
needed a short break from the cold and others with frostbite or raw hands.
She knew what to do and handled things well as Rosie took over the feeding
and consoling of those who had lost loved ones to the cold. They were yet
far from where they were headed and already the losses had started.
Night had fallen and everything was quieting down. Rosie was cleaning up
and getting things ready for the next day, Nefratin and Amos were just
awakening for their night watch, and Ayrora was was refilling the medical
supplies before getting a few hours rest. Morning will come quickly and she
had been awake a little over thirty eight hours. Finally. Rosie and Ayrora
fell asleep on a makeshift bed close to the stove.
Writer: Wyltte
Date Sun Apr 8 19:22:21 2018
To Ezessinth Necrucifer All Imm RP Religion Verminasia Eclipse
Subject Lost City - Narrowbreak - I
After the wraith attack, Wyltte had his scouts continually check the
surrounding area often, exhausting thier abilities. They spent long hours
int he saddle, moving ahead of the caravan and alongside the increasingly
steep countryside. They were headed towards a critical juncture in their
journey, the last test before hitting Eastdrift Redoubt. Narrowbreak.
Wyltte had every confidence in the advanced scouting party to protect the
King and Queen. The members of Shadow and Eclipse were elite warriors and
fearsome mages. Their skill in battle was both well-known and well-feared.
Plus, Ashtiel and Telthian were far from helpless. The Dark Gods were
pleased at the bodies they turned into dust in service to the Dark.
Wyltte's task was to make sure those who were to create a long-term hold in
Icewall were safe from All threats. The continent did not make this easy,
as even the weather could turn deadly in a matter of minutes. The snow
covered slopes started to close in on the caravan, forcing his caravan train
of four abreast to move back down to two across. It elongated the force,
and at every twist and bend, Wyltte lost the visibility of either end. It
was not a situation he wanted to be in.
It was nearing the evening, the sun starting to lower itself below the
ridgeline of the steep hills. A pale yellow light pierced the sky, and
clouds high in the atmosphere threatened total darkness tonight. The
temperature dropped sharply, each breath coming out in small puffs that
crystalized and fell to the harsh road. Wyltte ordered the torches lit.
Oil rags wrapped in wooden shafts were placed on the cornerposts of each
cart, and small balls of magical light floated in front of each soldier,
bathing the caravan in an eerie glow.
As they rounded a steep bend, a cutting cold swept through the camp. All
lights were extinguished, and the whinnies of horses and confusion of the
troops started to murmer it's whay through the camp. Wyltte's own crystal
went dark. In vain the group tried to relight their oil lamps and torches,
mages weaving their spark of lights into dim orbs which immediately fade.
Wyltte rode towards the front of the line, the cold piercing through the
layers of his bear skin cloak.
At the front of the line, the Deathwatch soldier's struggled to keep their
mounts from fleeing. A nervous energy was palpable, the horses near rearing
away from the passage in fright. Wyltte leans over to his front line, his
voice quiet but commanding. The last lights of the sun was disappearing at
the very top of the ridgeline, leaving an inky blackness which permeated
everywhere.
"Did you see anything" he asks the Centurion next to him.
"Nay Legate, when we rounded the bend... It was like we past through some
type of.. I don't know what to call it. It was like a door, but it wasn't
there" he says. Wyltte's eyes narrow, but a dull pain throbbed in his right
eye, the one in which he lost so many years ago. The Master may have
replaced it anew, but there was always a bit of sensation that occured when
something wicked this way came.
Wyltte rubs his hands together, a dark energy starting to pulse between
them. The winds started to whip around his body. The soldiers squint as
the winds pick up, cold blasts of air whipping up towards the midnight sky.
The massive winds start to turn around one another, a cone unto the heavens.
Wyltte's hands burn bright red, then he lifts them up towards the churning
tempest. Flames shoot forth from his palms, feeding the swirling vortex of
the tornado. Flames swirled into the night sky, creating a pillar of fire
that cast millions of shadows across the narrow passageway. With a great
effort, Wyltte pushed his arms forward, the flaming tornado moving through
Narrowbreak slowly.
And in the sky.... Thousands of pairs of eyes. And the screech of harpies.
Writer: Veronnica
Date Mon Apr 9 17:51:29 2018
Writer: Wyltte
Date Mon Apr 9 19:07:42 2018
To Ezessinth Necrucifer All Imm RP Religion Verminasia Eclipse
Subject Lost City - Narrowbreak - II
Their twisting, putrid flesh could be barely discerned against the fading
light from the pillar of fire. The harsh winds blew at their malformed,
filthy bodies, the scent of their uncleanliness wafting through the air.
Several people bent over and vomitted from the intense smell of decay and
filth. Many of their nasty feathers were ripped from their bodies, whipping
around in the air and stirring the already rotten smell. Once one soldier
started vomitting, the rest followed. Soon the entirety of the crew was
standing in piles of their own fluids... And the shrill calls continued.
Wyltte looked up into the sky, the cloud cover thick and making the night
all the more dark. With great concentration, Wyltte starts a dark
incantation to control the weather and move the clouds away, hopefully to
give his soldiers a fighting chance against the keen eyed harpies in the
sky. It as an act of desperation... Controlling the weather was more
chance than magic, but he had to try. As he lifted his arm up towards the
sky, a sharp pain raked across his forearm. He brings his arm down, and
feels the sickly warm trickle of blood seep into the sleeve of his shirt.
Three large talon marks oozed blood, and throbbed with a muted heat.
Chaos.
Wyltte watched like a man awakening from a coma, not sure of what he was
seeing. All around him, the disorientating screams of the harpies pierced
the inside of his skull. He watched soldiers being lifted in the air and
dropped from great heights. He saw flurries of feathers flap in the faces
of his Shades, claws viviously raking at eyes, the wriggling of abonimations
and their twisted bodies as soldiers struck out blindly with their blades,
trying to fend them off. Wyltte shook off the ache in his sword arm, though
he found his grab lessened with the pain, and concentrated as hard as he
could. Holy flames shout out of his left hand, sending one harpy flying
back, the smell of burnt chicken and fear. Its feathers ignited quickly,
the hollow bones of its wings quickly engulved in the inferno. Wyltte went
to conjure a firestorm, raising his hand as the red light pulsed in his
palm, but the magic was slow to come, fading almost as quickly as it
started.
Wyltte stared in disbelief as he struck out against the approaching
bird-women again and again, his magic waning. What type of force was this
that could cause his magic to falter? What could kill the flames of
magic....
He stopped mid-thought, the dawn of realization upon him. Not All fire
comes from magic.
"Archers!" Wyltte screams, trying to be heard over the shrill calls and
roaring winds. "Archers! Inferno Rain!" He calls out once more. With a
concentrated effort, Wyltte was able to conjure one more holy flame, aiming
at a harpy high in the sky. It struck the demented bird-woman, sending out
its call of pain as it plummeted towards the ground.
One by one, arrows started to be lit from ground level, like small signal
fires on a mountain ridge. Soon, the Narrowbreak looked like a serpent of
fire, waving down All the road. He watched as the Archers tilted their
arrows into the heavens.
"Deathwatch! Wyltte yells. "Let fall the rains of Hell!" Arrows flew
high into the sky to their apex, then turned and fell down at the speed of a
meteor shower. They All prepared to see if their was an arrow with their
name upon it.
He would not let fear stop their advancement. They would burn these harpies
out, one way or another. Even if they had to burn with them.
Writer: Ezessinth
Date Mon Apr 9 21:34:50 2018
Writer: Narsh
Date Mon Apr 9 21:53:07 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Tamaska )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | Final Prep
It was a strange sensation, to feel both at home and out of place All at
once. Well suited to deal with the cold, and far from inexperienced with
physical labor or travel, the source of his discomfort was not the mission
or the work that came with it. Instead, it was the constant hum of
activity, the bustle of so many soldiers and beasts of burden, the swarm of
seemingly ceaseless movement that occupied the staging area as supplies were
unloaded, braziers settled into place and struck alight, as soldiers and
clergy gathered to share in the warmth and speak amongst themselves. He had
always despised crowds and attention, a creature deeply imbued with the
stereotypical tendencies of his kind for a inclination towards solitude and
quiet - and here, he found himself bereft of either. It was instinct to him
to be guarded, watchful, and alert - and with so much happening at once, and
so many unfamiliar, he found the task nearly impossible. He had a severe
dislike for the sensation of vulnerability it brought to him. All the same,
it was in many ways a inspiring sight - and his wariness a small price to
pay when juxtaposed against the reality of the matter. That they were here
at long last - a veritable army, making their final preparations for a
journey that if successful, would see them to Dae'tok. For him, it was a
journey that had begun long ago, guiding even his first steps as he left his
home at the Refuge, and took to wandering the world at large in search of
the history of his kind.
Stoic and quiet, as he often aimed to remain around crowds and those he was
unfamiliar with, he made haste with unloading the supplies, working with a
quiet diligence and thankful for the opportunity to mask the tempestuous
clamor of excitement that threatened to rise within him when he was afforded
the opportunity to dwell on the journey ahead. He knew there would be
hardship - battles both against the Ghuls and whatever manner of twisted
creature a land so deeply tainted would give rise to. Against a harsh
terrain that he knew as home - and so, knew well that even in spring would
test those who dared try to cross it. He knew there was risk - not only to
himself, but to his allies both unfamiliar and well-known. And yet, the
thrill of knowing they were near had a way of displacing those thoughts,
forcing them aside and leaving the Yinn to dwell on what answers might await
in those ruins. The only thoughts that seemed capable of vying against
those for his attention, were those that concerned his two allies, as the
three of them worked in tandem to unload and unpack supplies while they
waited to hear from Rasavadi.
He was deeply thankful for their presence. Surrounded by so many he was
unfamiliar with, Nymaya and Tamaska offered much needed reprieve from both
the anxiety of such a large gathering and the unwelcome and unbalancing rush
of excitement that captivated his attention when his thoughts lingered too
long on the task at hand. They were a steadying influence, especially here
- a bastion that offered much needed rest from his worries and grounded his
thoughts in the here and now. Familiarity had a way of loosening his
tongue, and the presence of the rare few that he truly trusted, a way of
bringing him the peace of mind that allowed him to lower his guard and
metaphorically catch his breath. And, in this particular instance, a chance
to catch his breath more literally, as he settled a particularly heavy chest
of lantern oil to the frost and snow laden ground, and stopped to watch them
stuff a seemingly excessive amount of furs and blankets into the saddlebags
belonging to Rasavadi's horse. The quiet snicker it drew from him as he was
the first sound he'd made since he and Nymaya had returned from their brief
scouting of the path ahead.
Writer: Narsh
Date Mon Apr 9 21:58:56 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Tamaska )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | Final Prep II
The three had spoke. Or, at the least - Tamaska and Nymaya had spoken,
while Narsh had simply listened.
A combination of the sheer number of those in earshot and his wandering
thoughts had left him with little inclination to speak, though in the
presence of his two friends, even he could not manage to remain entirely
stoic. A broad, toothy grin found it's way to his features, and on
occasion, his silence was broken by quiet, rough laughter, as he listened to
each speak and watched them continue in their efforts to ensure that
Rasavadi would not lack in either blankets or extra clothing should the
weather turn colder. Amusing at it was, it seemed to Narsh equally as
earnest - and it was good, by his own reckoning, that there could be levity
in a situation that had the capability to be as dire as the task at hand.
It spoke well of the trust the four shared, and of the bonds that had formed
between them in the last few months. Brought together by a common goal,
they had lived, fought, killed and aye, even been defeated, at each others
side. Kinship and comradarie that had been forged in battle, and sharpened
equally by the hardships each had faced as their ability to prove that they
were both capable and willing to face them together.
Nymaya, whose scars served as an apt indication of both her past, her
resilience, and her experience - but neglected to display just how graceful
a creature she truly was - not merely in physical motion, but in the adroit
manner in which she harnessed the lessons of each. She had proven herself
more than capable of being both a comforting and stabilizing influence on
her allies - while remaining equally as capable of accomplishing what must
be done regardless of the circumstances. This duality, a rare amalgamation
of loyalty, unflinching duty, and strength of will combined with
thoughtfulness, care, and wisdom had long since won her both Narsh's respect
and admiration.
Tamaska, who had the distinction of being the only Yinn Narsh had ever met
that was nearly as tall as himself, along with the far more endearing
distinction of being one of the fastest to ever earn his trust. He was
uncertain if he had ever met a more earnest creature. Accustomed to
solitude, speaking rarely even within their tight-knit group, filled with
both natural talent and shocking tenacity. Rough as the alcohol she favored
while still being capable of offering both wise counsel and the comfort of
friendship. A proper Yinn, if ever he had met one.
And Rasavadi.. Who seemed to be finished with his meeting, and approaching.
Writer: Narsh
Date Mon Apr 9 22:23:50 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Nymaya Rasavadi Tamaska )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | Final Prep III
Silhouetted against the backdrop of sunlit snow and the glare of it's
light as it danced off the waves of the turbulent sea, Rasavadi's
countenance struck a harsh relief against the natural landscape. A gaunt
figure, clad in a kingdon's worth of armor and trailed by a midnight blue
cloak that caught easily in the heavy winds of the sea, the so-far
unofficial Highlord of the Eclipse contrasted harshly against both the
landscape and the the numerous other heavily armed and armored individuals
that had gathered here. It was not simply the layer of dragon-skin armor
that set him apart, but to Narsh, it had always seemed as if a ghost of the
heavily disfiguring scars that comprised the Yinn beneath All the armor was
always somehow visible. A grim but emboldening testament to how much
Rasavadi had sacrificed in his battle against the Aspects, wounds that would
have left nearly any other lifeless, even if they had survived. What truly
set the creature apart, however, was that in spite of All of that,
Rasavadi's defining feature was not his armor or the scars it masked - but
his leadership.
The timing of his arrival was nearly perfect, as Nymaya and Tamaska quickly
secreted away the last of the extra supplies into those saddlebags, and drew
far enough away from Rasavadi's horse to allow them the benefit of the doubt
in their involvement of weighting them down with so much. It was likely the
trio's inability to hide their respective grins that gave them away, and
Narsh found himself snickering quietly along with Nymaya and Tamaska both as
Rasavadi drew near enough to speak.
"Lo there, marching orders are much the same. Watch your front, flanks and
backs. There have been reports of watchers in the wastes, but no definitive
identification. Guardian, Keeper you are to lead the troops as planned and
accompany the Storm. I will be taking Narsh on a recruiting mission. We
are woefully lacking in regional intelligence and experience. "
The words were enough to dispel the toothy grin on Narsh's features - his
expression flattening as one of his ears flicked in a show of curiosity. He
remained silent as he watched Rasavadi pass a small pouch to Tamaska,
glancing questioningly towards his companions a moment after the bat inside
made it's presence known. He was uncertain of whether he should feel
honored that Rasavadi would request him to accompany him on a mission, or
worried, that there was only one place nearby where his expertise would be
of any benefit when it came to recruitment.
"She can funnel information back and forth between us if necessary."
Rasavadi spoke, his raspy tone necessitating Narsh to draw nearer to his
companions out of fear that the words would be lost in the sound of the wind
and the commotion of the large gathering within the staging area. "Don't
worry little one, I will return in one piece. Besides, someone has to keep
these two out of trouble.". Rasavadi appended his words with a quiet
chuckle - but the humor was not shared by the other three.
For a moment, they All lingered in silence. Narsh's canine features were
drawn into a pensive expression as he shifted his gaze from Rasavadi, and
towards Nymaya and Tamaska in turn. Little as he cared for the idea of the
four going their separate ways, and in spite of the nagging worry that
hounded his thoughts as he considered the likely destination of his and
Rasavadi's mission, he only hesitated a brief moment when Rasavadi spoke
next. "Narsh, mount up, we ride." . With little more than a quiet grunt,
the Yinn complied - drawing away from the group to go and collect his own
saddlebags, and to ready his horse for travel. At least it would get him
away from this crowd.
Writer: Tamaska
Date Tue Apr 10 00:07:53 2018
Writer: Tamaska
Date Tue Apr 10 00:14:27 2018
Writer: Narsh
Date Tue Apr 10 01:06:12 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Nymaya Rasavadi Tamaska )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | A shadow of a doubt
The sound of hooves against frozen ground, the whipping of the wind at
their cloaks, and the breath of their horses, which rose in great curls of
steam as their riders bid them to keep a crisp pace across the tundra. In
spite of the sounds of travel, the pair rode in mutual silence, born partly
of their own reticent nature, and partly of the tension of conflicting
interests that lingered in the otherwise clear air surrounding the two
riders. Far as the weather of Icewall went, they had chosen a good time for
such a detour. Relatively light winds accompanied the gathering of clouds
which provided a relief from the glare of the sun against the seemingly
endless stretch of undisturbed snow. Narsh was uncertain if he was thankful
for it, All the same. They would be easily spotted themselves, in these
conditions. Rasavadi, covered in dragon-scale, astride a dark horse, and
protected from the weather by a dark, midnight blue cloak, could likely be
seen clearly from a few miles away. Narsh, wearing the plain leather armor
and gray traveling cloak he had come to favor for combat and travel, was a
fair bit better hidden - especially with both the white horse he rode and
his own white fur.. But even still, it would not be difficult to spot
either of them as they rode South along the tundra.
It gave Narsh an excuse to pretend his thoughts were entirely preoccupied by
scanning the horizon, at the least - though the furrow of his brow combined
with the way his ears remained pinned slightly towards his skull rather than
straining against the environment and the sounds of their horses as they
traveled spoke easily of a creature who was anything but focused. He knew
these lands far too well to pretend he did not know where they rode towards,
and their surroundings only grew increasingly familiar as the pair guided
their horses from the tundra, and into the much rougher terrain of the
foothills that would lead them in short order towards a mountain pass and
the ever-blizzard that lingered near his home. He suspected they would not
reach the latter before they came to their destination, however.
"You know where we go? Why we go, and why this must be done? ".
Rasavadi's words were met by a sidelong glance from Narsh, the dull-grey
eyes of the larger Yinn seeming to study his friend carefully a long moment.
At length, Narsh had offered only a slight nod in response, before he turned
his attention back to both the landscape and to guiding his horse through
it. He was not a talented rider, and the focus that trait demanded of him
as their horses began to grow uneasy with the icy ground and the scatter of
scree that had been dislodged from the mountains above by the spring thaw
offered him the chance to dwell on the second part of that question only a
brief moment. Eclipse could not remain as it was if they were to succeed.
A rag-tag group of the hopeful, with a reserve of less than fifty soldiers
to its name. He knew this, aye - and he knew that the help of more Yinn
like himself, who knew this area well, would represent a indispensable
advantage when it came to finding their way across Icewall and to the ruins
of Dae'tok.
And yet, he found it difficult to justify weighing the need of Eclipse for
able bodies against the need for the same of his home.
Writer: Tamaska
Date Tue Apr 10 08:33:25 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Nymaya )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | The Road to Narrowbreak
Bitter cold. It was an understatement if the yinn had ever heard one.
Harsh winds.. Yet again it did not come close to describing the current
conditions. When they had started their trek the storm was just starting to
move in. The horn had sounded and they had All surged forth in a mixture of
apprehension, excitement and relief that it was finally starting. Nymaya
and Tamaska had quickly led their group of eclipsians to the left side of
the vanguard group. Jermichael and his shadowknights had joined them,
helping bridge the gap between them and Elathan who had taken his Rose
knights to the right side of the vanguard.
They remained spread out somewhat to begin with, they had All sides covered
and All members of the Vanguard had been given strict instructions to be
alert but not only that. They needed to be willing to say when someone else
needed to take over. As Rasavadi had said they needed to watch their
fronts, flanks, and backs. Rotation among those on the outer portions of
the group was necessary for protection. Tamaska hoped that had been made
completely clear, they didn't need single heros in this. They needed to
work together to insure they All survive.
As they pushed towards Narrowbreak and the storm intensified, they were
forced to tighten their ranks and move closer together. The luxury of being
spread out and able to survey more of their surroundings was no longer
something they had. The winds whipped around them, carrying with it wicked
cold air. It cut right through your clothing at times and other times it
just blanketed you in the snow that it carried. Visibility was barely more
than a few feet at times but even at its best one could only see ten or
fifteen feet in All directions.
It unnerved Tamaska greatly to be in such a position. Here they were
trekking through this hellish snow storm, barely able to see in all
directions and yet she knew something was with them. Sometimes, she thought
she caught sight of movement around them but it was so quick that she
doubted if it was real or her own imagination. The wind would howl around
them and the hairs across her arms and neck would stand on end.
( Continued.. )
Writer: Tamaska
Date Tue Apr 10 08:37:25 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Nymaya )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | The Road to Narrowbreak - ( Continued )
Something was out there in the storm, hell at this point she wondered if
whatever was out there was actually part of or causing the storm. Cold and
snowstorms were not something that she was used to but she didn't need to be
used to them to know this one was unnatural. They couldn't spread out much
nor did it seem safe to venture out from the group to investigate whether or
not something was out there watching them.
It was not a comfortable position to be in but thus far Tam was glad that
she could at least glimpse most of the group at times and they were making
headway. They were approaching narrowbreak and the closer they got the
worse the storm seemed to get, how that was possible the yinn was not sure.
Her eyes often cut to Nymaya as she kept watch, if nothing more than to make
sure the elf was still there.
She shook her head, shaking off snow and ice from the hood of her cloak and
fur. Despite the fur lined cloak and heavy gear that she wore, snow had
managed to creep into her fur in various spots, the normally black fur
mostly white. If she was this cold with her fur, she worried about how her
brother and Narsh were doing. Her mind didn't get to wander to the others
long before a mixture of a howl and scream pierced her ears.
Her hand quickly found its way to her staff, gripping it tightly as her
horse snorted uneasily. Her eyes made a futile attempt to search the white
out conditions. Was that the wind or was that something else? A soft
chittering caught her attention and she looked down deep inside her fur
cloak and met eyes with the tiny bat who as peering out of its pouch. "I
know... I feel them too. " She reached into another smaller pouch and
offered the bat a morsel.
Taking her food, the bat chittered again and dove back down into the bottom
of the pouch. The yinn pulled the cloak back against her body, trying to
keep the pouch as protected as she could. Her gaze shifted to Nymaya and
then around to others of the group as the wind backed off a slight bit,
"Anyone seen anything in this bloody storm? She called out to the group.
"I can't be the only one that feels something or someone with us? "
Tamaska waited to see if anyone would respond while her ears twitched and
shifted with every sound. She was about ready to grab a flask and start
blasting fire into the storm around them. If this storm didn't let up
soon... She just might. Either way.. On their next break she was having a
drink.
Writer: Nymaya
Date Wed Apr 11 02:31:04 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Tamaska )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | The Approach I
She was still intensely aware of the umbric symbol the Abbott had traced
on her brow as the columns of Shadow and Eclipse soldiers moved forward but
there was a great deal on her mind and, though the blessing and the symbol
were important, her attention was inevitably drawn to those around her.
Tamaska was to her left, the Dark Lord to Tamaska's left and while she
glanced along the forward line, the Master of the Rose rode up to her right.
"Keeper." Elathan Blackmane said by way of greeting and nodded. The
crusader was heavily garbed in armor and a winter cloak. "How fare your
troops?"
He had a unique insight to the thirty-some Eclipse-garbed forces riding
behind them for while Rasavadi had put out the call, the Master of the Rose
had utilized her knowledge of New Thalos to help find more than might have
otherwise come forward. She was tempted to glance back at them but she
refrained, instead setting her gaze on the dark skies in the distance while
she responded. "They'll hold."
The mountainous region ahead was nearly obscured now by a haze of the
incoming snow and wind from above. It would be a particularly severe storm
that set upon them before long and with each step forward she felt her
disquiet increase along with the growing intensity of the chill. She knew
the path, Narsh had made sure of that with their trek here several months
earlier, but with so many required to pass through it along potentially
treacherous paths...
"Something wrong?" He had pitched his voice a bit lower, clearly noting
the pensive expression that had come over her, and she glanced over at him
more fully.
"That." And she nodded toward the darkened state of the northern sky. "At
this pace, the worst of the storm may very well be on us while we try to
pass Narrowbreak."
The man fell to silence after that, his attention lost within the depth of
his cloak's cowl, though at length he turned to a Knight near him and began
issuing quiet orders. She turned her attention to Tamaska then and, not for
the first time, found herself mulling over Rasavadi and Narsh. Would they
make it before the full force of storm?
A wild gust of snow lifted before them and, as if to confirm the ominous
sense she had been experiencing, struck the Vanguard.
Writer: Nymaya
Date Wed Apr 11 02:37:12 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Tamaska )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | The Approach II
Her steed held before the threatening rise of the weather, keeping in
time with Tamaska's mount though he snorted and shook his mane. She could
feel the tension through the beast and though it aided her confirmation of
what had been long suspected, it did little to set her at ease. She placed
a hand to the side of its neck and whispered softly in elvish to calm him
while turning her attention to the Yinn at her left.
The blinding white of the snow storm, driven by winds as fierce as any she
had witnessed, was only then beginning to converge on the Vanguard but it
was enough to reduce visibility significantly. She let a gust blow her hood
back, she needed as much range as she could get, and she turned in her
saddle to look back over the troops. They were tightly formed, Tamaska knew
her business and the Eclipse forces knew enough in their own right it
seemed. So bolstered by the Knights of Storm Keep, she let that concern
settle while she once again turned to address the rapidly deteriorating
conditions.
By the time she heard Tamaska call out over the rush of the wind racing down
from the mountains, her hand was already on her staff and she drew it
confidently. The edging nearness to Narrowbreak Pass had brought the eerie
howling screams, sounds she had heard previously, back. It was comforting
to know she had not succumbed any sort of madness or hallucinations.
"Anyone seen anything in this bloody storm?" The Guardian's voice held a
mix of frustration at the weather and at what could not be seen but was
surely moving around them just out of sight. "I can't be the only one that
feels something or someone with us?"
"There is something." She called back to the Guardian and, uttering the
words to a spell, sent flames racing down her hand in the summoning of an
elemental of flame. It hissed into existence before her horse, a roiling
mass of anger stirred further by the wind. She then glanced at Tam and
nodded. "If these 'things' engage us within the Pass, we'll be in trouble."
Writer: Wyltte
Date Wed Apr 11 10:37:30 2018
To All Necrucifer Imm RP Religion Ezessinth Shadow Eclipse
Subject Lost City - Narrowbreak - III
The rain of flaming arrows decended, and with it, screaming husks of
harpies, their brittle, hollow, twisted bones engulfed in fire. Their
shrieks filled the skies, drowning out even the rushing gale of the flaming
pillar. The air smelled of charred avians and rotting meat, vomit and fear.
As the rain of fire fell, Wyltte felt a rushing wind of cold fly past him at
incredible speeds, watching whole flocks of harpies being rent from limb to
limb. Flashes of white and razor sharp teeth and claws flickered in the
firelight. She was here, and her might was being fully realized. A small
smile escaped the corner of his lips even while he was slashing at several
of the malformed harpies in front of his face.
Out of the corner of his eye, a quick flash of light and burst of heat was
felt on the side of his face. A streak of light strikes him directly in the
shoulder. Wyltte's horse rears up, and his body slumps in the saddle,
falling onto the icy ground below. Searing pain erupts in his shoulder, and
his vision goes momentarily black.
(The burning cart stood destroyed in the thick forest, bits of goods
scattered on the leaves on the hard-packed road. Wheel ruts from wagons
turn to into a patch of brush, a hidden trail heading towards the north)
(A few bodies lay strewn across the road. One of fair hair, a long flowing
robe made of light blue. He knows she is important, it saddens him to see
her, mouth open with a small trickle of blood at the corner of her lips)
(A huge man, with chestnut brown hair and a long beard stares wide-eyed with
a blade stuck into his abdomen. The light in his eyes quickly fading,
looking down at his bear skin armor stamped with old runes. He is also
saddened at seeing him with the light fade from his eyes, but also angry.
So angry.)
(There is one he can't see. Dark hair, grey eyes. They are nowhere to be
found. He's frightened. She should be somewhere, but he couldn't see her.
His head hurts. Something warm running in his eyes.)
(In the flame of the wagons, a symbol.. Old runes wrapped around the handle
of a blade, looks to be from somewhere cold. A sigil of a bear growling.
He knows this mark. It's on the man's armor)
The smell of burning silksteel and stench of the pass brings him too, the
arrow protruding from his shield arm shoulder. Wyltte reaches over to the
bolt, grabbing it with his right hand. As he tries to remove it, more pain
racks his body. His hand is pricked by the many burrs sticking out from the
shaft. The arrows do not fly as far, but they stick harder in their
targets. It was an invention of his own design. Now he knows how his
enemies feel. Wyltte sits up and gets to his knees. More flaming arrows
fall from the sky, hitting the ground, many with harpies pierced through.
Wyltte breaths in deep, and falls forward onto the ground, pushing the
barbed arrow All the way through. Blood shoots from the puncture wound
emerging in the back of his shoulder, as Wyltte grimaces in pain. He rolls
over to his side, and grabs the protruding arrow with his right hand,
pulling it from him. He lets out a grunt, and reaches over to grab a
handful of snowy dirt, stuffing it into the wound. He'll deal with the
wound later.
From his knees, Wyltte raises up, not seeing where his horse had ran off to.
He scanned the area, and his soldiers were doing a decent job defending off
the flock of harpies. There would be casulties and more than a few
injuries, but there would be some who make it. As he scanned the dark fiery
skies, Wyltte sees the Great White being beset upon by a large mass of the
screaming masses. He picks up his blade and charges forward, his grey eyes
filling with a pulsing red light.
Writer: Wyltte
Date Thu Apr 12 05:31:32 2018
To All Necrucifer Imm RP Religion Verminasia Eclipse Ezessinth
Subject Lost City - Narrowbreak - IV
It was harder going that Wyltte thought trying to get to the Great White.
He slashed his way through the flock of harpies, their incessent shreiking
rattling the inner workings of his brain. The foul stench offended his
senses, the dull throbbing in his arm intensified with pain, and his
shoulder still felt like liquid fire. All around him the Deathwatch battled
on, their mouldy feathers littering the ground, covering more square footage
than the snow now.
One harpy flew directly at him, talons raised towards his face and going for
his eyes. "Not this time, Icewall. I've already lost one before... You
shall not get another" he says, raising his sword crosswise ahead of him,
one hand on the blade. The harpy grabbed at it, talons clasping the blade
and pommel. Wyltte twists hard, rolling to the ground on top of the harpy.
The womanly features of this monstrosity were hideous, more crone than woman
now. Wyltte grits his teeth as the harpy snaps and bits at him. He
releases his right arm and thrusts down forcibly, burying his hand in the
monster's chest. With a mighty pull backwards, he snatches the heart from
the abomination's chest, still weakly beating in his hand.
As the harpy struggles, Wyltte examines the thing in his hand. It did not
seem like any heart he has ever seen. It was blackened now and pulsing
weakly, a strange purple glow flowing through the vessels. It looked as it
had been baked in the sun and reanimated. Wyltte noticed that the beast
still lived, snapping at him with even more fury. With a squeeze of his
hand, he crushses the withered heart. It turned to dust, the sands whisking
away in the surrounding wind. The harpy ceases movement immediately, fading
into ether.
There was something foul afoot here, so Wyltte stands to his feet and looks
around at his soldiers. A large bear was seen swiping at a small grouping
of the harpies, one nasty crone's neck hanging in its mouth as it swings the
body like a weapon. Wyltte rushes over, careful not to get in the bear's
way. He helped dispatch a few more beasts, before tapping it on its large
shoulder.
"Shaman, you must take this message to the others. I hate to lose you from
the fight, but they need to know" he says. The bear growls low but nods
towards Wyltte. "Tell them that they are not what they seem. They are not
alive, not really. Something has corrupted them. They seem to feed on
magic, suppressing it" he continues. The bear nods once more. It's body
started to slowly change form, feathers where fur once was, until a Giant
Owl stood on the war splattered ground. It flies into the sky, careful to
not attract the attention of the harpies, and out into the wind.
Wyltte turns his attention back to the fight. The Great White still snapped
and clawed at the monsters, an his soldiers were gaining ground. All around
them fires blazed from the burning bodies. They were not through this
yet... But they will perserver. The Master demands it.
Writer: Ezessinth
Date Thu Apr 12 21:42:12 2018
Writer: Mercerion
Date Thu Apr 12 22:34:22 2018
To All Immortal Religion Storyline Cayenna Cahlizna Knighthood
Subject Shifting Sands Storyline: Scouting begins.
The torches burned low in the War room of Gareth Keep, and the mahogany
table at its center was completely covered in makeshift maps of the deserts
around New Thalos. In the southeast corner, markers were in place from
Mercerion's brief ride through the desert. There was a point of interest
marked for the sand worm hive, as well as the grouping of Bakali that was
located nearby. Mercerion frowned as he reviewed the locations of the
markers, and the vast wasteland that surrounded it.
It was going to be a damned chore to find any sign of the brown dragon
clutch, or the battlefield amidst All the damned sand. Knights would be
searching potentially for weeks and could come up empty handed or worse,
find these bakali in a larger force than already documented, and have a
large battle on their hands.
The Colonel pursed his lips and went to his duty rosters. He had a few
names that he could send with a cavalry unit for agile movements, and a
quick escape if need be. They would need an accurate depiction of the
forces present, if they were going to deploy a sizeable force for the
expedition.
Mercerion reached for his quill and ink and began penning out assignments.
They would need to get started soon, if they were ever going to find this
site, and Gods willing, perhaps the weapon as well.
All in all, it looked like the scouting group would consist of a light
cavalry group, two groups of infantry, and a knight group. He had names
from the keep whom had come forward ready to lead, and he had assigned them.
It was time to send the scouts into play.
Writer: Wyltte
Date Fri Apr 13 14:57:51 2018
To All Verminasia Shadow Eclipse Nymaya Tamaska Narsh Necrucifer Imm RP Religion
Subject Lost City - Narrowbreak - V
As the shaman left, headed for the other groupings of their unified
forces, Wyltte took a moment to scan around. Deathwatch was prevailing, but
far too slowly. Many were heartened, albeit frightengly so, at the
appearance of Ezessinth, the Great White, whose ferocity knew no bounds.
Their spirits lifted and they fought with renewed vigor. The flock of
harpies was thinning, but it was still not enough.
Then, the battle frenzy came upon him.
From the outside in, a battle frenzy looks like a berserker rage. Whoever
is within its grasp strikes with such power and speed that it looks like a
blur, a stream of deadly movements and even deadlier strikes. To those
within the frenzy, it is a different story.
Time stands near still. Each moment feels like an eternity. You see with
such clarity, knowing when and where to strike, finding those
vulnerabilities and advantages while dealing out innumerable actions of
death. It is a thing of beauty.
During this moment, Wyltte looked around at his forces struggling against
the withered throng. Blades raised high, arrows stuck in mid air, body
parts laid strewn across the field. He moved towards Ezessinth, careful to
stay out of the range of her tail and get into her battle space. Watching
her was to look into the face of a perfect killer. He's seen the ferocious
prowess of the first borne before, brutal in their execution, visceral in
their dominance of their enemies.
Ezessinth was different. She was nay less vicious than the others he had
seen, but she was more deliberate in her execution. Each movement was
calculated carnage, thought out and precise. The frost crystals turning the
harpies to falling chucks of rancid ice was both malevolent and mechanical,
as precise as the Machine of Nothingness. It was terrifying to behold.
Each icy talon...
It hit him, and hit him hard. Time stood still, he couldn't even feel the
breath in his chest as he glanced around. The ice. The fire, the elements.
Where his holy magic strained him, that of true elemental magic was not
inhibited. That which stemmed from this world's realm was devastating to
their foes, dealing death with each contact.
His battle frenzy ended just as a harpy came to rake at his face with those
fetid talons. Wyltte grapped it buy its leg and yanked down hard with his
full weight, sending the creatures face hurling towards the ground. It
smacked the hard-packed soil with a sickening crunch, and bits of black and
purple liquid spilled out of the side of its face, never to move again.
His soldiers still struggled against the crew as he moved closer to
Ezessinth. There would be many injured after this fight, and Ayrora will
have her work cut out for her healing the wounded. Too many injured.
"This has to end... Now" he says to himself.
Writer: Wyltte
Date Fri Apr 13 15:15:05 2018
To All Verminasia Eclipse Shadow Imm Religion RP Narsha Tamaska Nymaya Ezessinth
Subject Lost City - Narrowbreak - VI
Wyltte was about as close as he was willing to get to Ezessinth, knowing
that her ferocity and deadly precision would buy him the time he needed. He
glanced over, catching the azure eyes of the Great White for a moment. With
a nod of his head, Wyltte lays down his blade in front of him on the ground.
He removes his gloves as well, letting them fall unceremoniously to the
pathway, bits of splattered blood and snow shifting as they hit the ground.
Wyltte kneels and takes his right hand, placing the palm on the frozen
ground. He was completely open and vulnerable at this moment, and some of
his Shades saw it. Several harpies made a dive for him, but between their
arrows and the lightning quick tail of Ezessinth, he was able to focus. His
almost numb fingers dug into the dirt as he began to pray.
"Master, you whose immortal blood runs within these lands, you whose
sacrifice was paid in pain for the struggle for Algoron, hear your servant,
Wyltte Kayen, now" he begins. Wyltte's voice starts to rise, growing in
volume.
"It was you who fought for these lands, whose blood fell upon the grounds
and the ocean, who spawned the lifeforms of evil to do Your Will. It was
you who has given more than any God." Wyltte's hand begins to clamp even
harder into the ground, beads of sweat on his forehead. The scrapes on his
right arm were fully throbbing now and bright red as he continued to pray.
'Grant me the power to fend off those who wish to see Your Will sullied, who
comes in the way of your Unified Darkness. Let your blood sacrifice course
through me so we may continue in service to you, Master"
There was a sharp pain that dug into his hand and ran up his arm into his
chest. Wyltte gritted his teeth as the pain spread through his entire body.
His eyes still pulsed with that dull red light, and the winds around him
started picking up.
Wyltte's blade was lifted up by small cyclonic winds, spinning in a mini
vortex in front of him. The sight of the blade levitating from the winds
startled many, though they were too busy fighting off the harpies to spend
too much time dwelling on the blade. Ezessinth continued to fend off the
flock of harpies, their shrieks filling the night.
Wyltte glanced up from where he knelt, heaving heavily as the pain coursed
through him. His skin had grown pale, but his eyes were burning brightly
with that crimson light. As he continued to mumble someting in prayer, the
ground around him started to rumble, a deep unsettling feeling. Even the
harpies could sense something was awry, looking over their chaos of the
battlefield for the sign of the disturbance. In the center of it All was
Wyltte.
"It is time" he says.
Writer: Wyltte
Date Fri Apr 13 15:41:03 2018
To All Necrucifer Imm RP Religion Verminasia Eclipse Shadow Ezessinth Narsh Tamaska Nymaya
Subject Lost City - Narrowbreak VII
Wyltte's left hand started to turn a dull blue, ice crystals forming on
his fingertips, frosted wisps of air rising off the back of his hands. He
removed his right hand from the dirt, and it started to glow a dull orange,
heat melting the snow on the ground before him, bits of flames flicking
between the webbing of his fingers. The battle still raged around him, but
the lines had tightened. Many of the rear flank and the front lines has
pushed closer to the center, closing the gaps between them to make
themselves harder targets. He had taught them well.
The sword was now at eye level to Wyltte, the wind keeping it suspended in
the air with the blade pointed towards the ground. As his hands continued
to grow with the elemental magic, many of the harpies started to converge
above his position, leaving the outermost flanks and concentrating on the
center.
Wyltte reached his icy left hand up, inches from the hilt of his sword. A
briefest moment of time past before he grabbed onto the hilt, half of the
sword instantly covered in ice as he wrapped his hands around it.
"Frost from tears of the broken he whispered. At the very moment he grabbed
the hilt, the snow from the ground and along side both of the ridges from
Narrowbreak exploded into the air in large chunks. The blizzard swirled
into the air, the massive shards of ice slamming into the bodies of the
harpies. Howls of pain and anger screeched back at him.
With his burning right hand, Wyltte reached forward to the right side of the
hilt. He wrapped his hand around it, the other half of the sword instantly
set ablaze. Teh fire from the arrows and smouldering corpses flew into the
sky, ricocheting off the other harpies, sometimes slamming into the massive
chunks of ice and instantly creating huge clouds of steam. Their angry
cries of torment were increasing, but Ezessinth and the Deathwatch kept them
from reaching Wyltte.
The air started to feel electrified as Wyltte knelt there, grabbing the
hovering blade. The cyclonic winds whipped at his short hair, the rocks on
the ground trembling and lifting up with static charge. Wyltte lifted his
head to scan around for a moment before speaking.
"Deathwatch!" He yells, the power of his voice echoing through the narrow
pass so loudly it was as if he was standing everywhere All at once. "Take
cover!" He screams, the ridges quaking with the power of his voice. All
at once, his soldiers knelt and lifted their shields high as if protecting
themselves with a volley of arrows. Wyltte glanced over at Ezessinth for a
moment, nodding before he slammed the sword deep into the earth.
Several things happened All at once. A cloud of darkness burst forth from
Wyltte as the blade slid into the ground, his holy power shielding the
entirety of the force around him. A large dome appeared over him and
Ezessinth, the iridescent shield a smoky grey and crimson in color. A
massive bold of lightning streaked from the sky and hit the dome,
penetrating it and slamming into the sword, another bolt streaking upwards
from the ground to meet it. From the dome around them, spider bolts of
lightning streaked into the ice and fire filled sky, hitting the flock of
harpies with such force that they exploded into tiny chunks of rotted meat.
The intense heat swept over the camp, but they were shielded by Wyltte's
holy word, but it didn't stop the rain of body parts and feathers that fell
from the sky. After the lightning hit, a thunderous boom blew outwards from
Wyltte, the wave so strong it pushed All but Wyltte and Ezessith over like
an invisible tidal wave. The echo of the blast could be heard for miles,
and bounced off the narrow ridgelines for many seconds before ending in an
eerie silence.
Wyltte's sword was shattered into a thousand pieces, and he pitched forward,
falling into the blood soaked ground.
Writer: Wyltte
Date Fri Apr 13 16:03:00 2018
Writer: Elathan
Date Sat Apr 14 14:29:35 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Tamaska Nymaya )
Subject Elathan: Lost City - Vanguard | The Approach
The wind was picking up and with it the visibility was beginning to
suffer as snow, both falling from the sky and being kicked up from snow
drifts, began to obscure his vision in All directions. He was thankful for
his heavy cloak and the extra layer he was wearing beneath his chainmail.
There was no doubt it weighed him down some, but he knew that the unholy
steed beneath him could handle the weight.
Nymaya was a short distance ahead and to his left and he rode up beside her
intent on finding out how the newly found Eclipse troops were holding out as
his mind had been focused on the few Knights of the Rose he had brought with
him and making sure they All knew their roles.
"Keeper. " he said as way of greeting to the recently appointed Keeper of
the Eclipse "How fare your troops? "
She seemed focused. Steady. That was good. These new troops needed strong
leadership and Elathan had faith in the Keepers long history and her ability
to provide just that.
"They'll hold, " she offered in reply, her eyes never leaving the sky ahead
of them.
She was a strong woman. Elathan knew this much. He knew less than he'd
like to about her save for her former relationship to Reklah Kayen, and what
he had been able to gather of her past, but she was a woman with a long
history and, with that, many secrets. This intrigued him.
Presently, she seemed lost in thought a moment. He reached down at his side
and made a signal informing the knight just behind him to approach as he
asked, "Something wrong? "
"That, " she said, nodding towards the ever darkening horizon and the storm
that was drifting ever closer, "At this pace, the worst of the storm may
very well be on us while we try to pass Narrowbreak. "
Elathan didn't reply but grew quiet a moment, studying the coming storm. He
knew she was right and while he was confident his Knights could weather the
storm, he was concerned with what such a storm may bring and whether the
newly recruited men of Eclipse would hold steady.
He turned to the Knight he had silently summoned, who was now riding quietly
beside him, and leaned towards him so as not to be heard, "The storm will be
upon us soon. Tell the others to spread out among the new troops. We need
to be sure order is held. "
The man nodded in reply and gave a crisp salute before riding off to spread
the news to the other Knights of the Rose. The Storm wasn't just coming, it
was already upon them.
Writer: Elathan
Date Sat Apr 14 14:42:55 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Tamaska Nymaya )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | First Contact
Visibility was lost within the blinding snow storm as it came in force,
the wind whipping violently and bringing not only snow from the sky but
finding it on the ground and anywhere else it had settled and now Elathan
could barely see anything within a 10 foot radius of himself.
He had already lost sight of Nymaya but through the howling winds he could
hear Tamaska's voice calling out and others answering. The few men of
Eclipse he could see near him were moving hesitantly, their nerves clearly
being tested by the Storm and whatever they were hearing coming through the
winds.
His mount below him jerked violently and Elathan was thrown to the snow
covered ground before he had time to react, but years of training had taught
his body how to recover from such a fall, even if his mind hadn't yet caught
up and he found himself rolling through the snow, chain, armor, and weapons
clattering.
He had lost his lance in the fall and as he looked up quickly to find it and
get eyes on his steed he saw them. Gripping his charger by the ankles and
knees and clawing their way out of the snow packed ground, shaking snow off
as they stood.
Wights.
An unnatural blue light glowed in their eyes giving the animated corpses a
sense of ominous intelligence as they clawed at his charger, ripping into
it. Elathan dismissed the beast with a thought and the wights, confused
only a moment, turned their attention on Elathan and the troops beside him.
"Stand firm! " he called out to whoever could hear him as he drew his
bastard sword, and with a spark of conjured flame, the pitch covered blade
flashed into fiery life, "Use fire! Remember your training! "
Before more could be said the wights were on him and more joining them from
beyond his snow impaired view. He swung down into the first in a violent
arch, parting it's head from it's body at the shoulder, the wight errupting
in flame where it had been struck.
The sounds of battle broke out All around him as the howling winds seemed to
pick up further, as if the storm itself was feeding on the chaos of the
moment. The screams of the living mixed with the unnatural sounds of the
dead as the forces clashed.
He struck down one more with a horizontal swing, parting it's top half from
the bottom as he turned his head in time to see one of the wights rip into a
recruit of Eclipse, tearing off his arm with disturbing ease.
The fighting continued and Elathan struck out around him as they kept
coming. Before long he started seeing new wights bearing the colors of
Eclipse and as he glanced around he saw that he was alone, but through a
brief moment of visibility he could see someone a ways away, still fighting.
Through the storm he could see Nymaya fighting the monsters off in an oddly
entrancing display of skill. She swung her staff and weaved in between her
enemies with an almost dance like grace, as if she were not fighting, but
dancing to some unheard tune. As he watched the skilled display the rhythm
of her attacks was broken in such a violent way it caught him off guard, as
she struck out with frustration, putting a fist alight with demon fire
through the chest of a nearby wight.
He had been so entranced in the display that he'd stopped looking at his
immediate surroundings and a wight took hold of his arm with a violent
strength, if not for the layers and chain he wore, the force of the
creatures grip alone may have done damage, but as Elathan snapped to and
raised his sword, the wight was demolished in a crushing fiery display of
strength as a towering elemental burst from just out of sight.
The Wight's arm alone still clung to Elathan where it had grabbed him and he
shook it free as he looked up to the beast of flame made living and nodded.
"Focus, Master Blackmane, " he heard Nymaya call from a short distance away,
and with a smile and renewed vigor, he laid into the wights surrounding him
with his flaming sword.
Writer: Jermichael
Date Sat Apr 14 17:15:25 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer Narsh Rasavadi Tamaska Nymaya
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | Battle
Jermichael had fallen back a bit from the others, his steed had slowed
it's pace as the winded kicked up, bring the front of the storm. He
chuckled to himself, thinking back on what he had told the Eclipsians before
the vanguard had set off. He had seen the darkening Icewall sky, and knew
at some point they would run in to it.
Sleet began to fall, and the rough northen winds slashed it across his face
and armors. Jermichael lifted his helmet and placed it upon his head,
hoping for a little protection against the elements. He had just reached
down to pat the neck of his steed when he heard the first of the screams in
the distance. Grabbing the reins tightly, he spurred the mount forward,
toward the sound of what sounded like battle.
Jermichael snarled as he reached the tail of the force and saw the scene
before him. Wights.. And lots of them. They were pouring quickly in to
the vanguard, gnawing, biting and slashing. He pulled back on the reins,
sliding from the saddle and to his feet before the mount even stopped. He
reached back, slinging the shield on his back around and to his off-hand.
He charged forward and removed his hammer from his belt. He spied a group
of three Eclipsians, no older than sixteen or seventeen, doing their best to
ward off a group of the attackers.
The skull of the first Wight cracked and the creature folded as the edge of
Jermichael's shield struck the back of it's head. He used the momentum of
the swing to carry him in to a spin to his left. He raised his hammer, the
massive blunt face of it catching another of the creatures squarely in the
chest. He stopped and pulled his shield in toward his body and turned, just
in time to lift it to the downward swing of a sword..
Jermichael slowly lifted his head over the edge of the shield to peer at the
startled young Eclipsian. "I bae sorry sirah!" Yelped the soldier, his
eyes wide. "Behind you!" , Bellowed Jermichael, and used the shield's edge
to push the boy to the side as a Wight had jumped and narrowly missed him.
It landed on it's chest between them, snarling. The boy faultered from the
push and landed back atop several dead, as Jermichael rose to his feet and
kicked forward, catching the undead in the face with his plated boot.
He turned and reached down, helping the young soldier to his feet. As the
boy stood, he leaned down to pick up his sword while Jermichael spotted the
two others that had been with him, their bodies were torn and shredded
beneath a twisted pile of the dead creatures.
"Come boy.. we need to help the rest of the vanguard."
Writer: Azgur
Date Sat Apr 14 19:59:41 2018
Writer: Kaladon
Date Sun Apr 15 03:02:57 2018
Writer: Irilka
Date Sun Apr 15 13:04:20 2018
To All imm dragoth (rp) verminasia
Subject A Temple Visit
Irilka shuffled in to the temple, dragging a heavy looking cloth bag
behind her. It felt good to be in the building that had once been a
monastery, but had been converted to a temple dedicated to Dragoth. The
ancient stone walls were studded with hooks and heavy steel rings strung
with chains. There were several bodies hanging from the hooks in various
states of decay with the freshest looking one seeming to still be alive.
Where there had once been a small altar at the far end of the room, was now
a massive stone slab, crusted with blood and bits of rotting flesh. Behind
the slab was a wall decorated with tapestries made from rotting skin painted
with runes.
Irilka dragged her bundle towards the stone slab, hefting it up to the
surface with a small grunt. There was a small sound from the bundle as it
struck the rock surface, but Irilka paid it little mind. She proceeded to
unwrap the bundle, revealing a badly beaten human. She had found him
outside Althainia and had decided that he would make a fine decoration for
her temple. She picked him up by his throat and carried him to the wall
nearest the stone slab where she lifted him up and let the flesh of his back
settle on to the sharp hook stuck in to the wall. He made a muffled sound
as the hook pierced his flesh, but he was still unconscious from the beating
Irilka had given him earlier. She took his arms and clamped heavy looking
iron shackles to each wrist, looping the chains through the iron rings on
the walls and took a step back to admire her work. This human would make a
fine offering. As the life drained from his body, it would begin to rot and
would provide a suitable tribute to Dragoth.
After one last look to see if she had overlooked anything, Irilka knelt
before the stone slab and offered a small prayer, thanking Dragoth for his
blessings and to tell him that she had left an offering for him. As she got
back to her feet, she could hear the sounds of struggle from her newest
acquisition and it made her almost smile. It was a good start, but she had
many empty hooks to fill. Many offerings yet to make.
Writer: Azgur
Date Sun Apr 15 16:20:37 2018
Writer: Kaelowyth
Date Sun Apr 15 21:50:51 2018
To All ( Immortal Roleplay )
Subject A tale from Land's End
A cold wind blew across the last vestige of civilization upon the very
most eastern point of Verminasia's lands, a tiny refuge known only to the
most stalwart of travelers or the most foolish of adventurers. It had a
brief glimmer of fame in years past as the vaunted staging grounds from
which the Hold of Sylvestris was built, and the Follies range of mountains
were raised. Now, as during any time of the province's leader's absence,
the village was quiet and the lands followed the most meager of cycles of
life and death that they could.
However, this evening struck a different tone, as the winds were not their
normal blustery selves, and the sounds of wild beasts including the Night
Deer did not echo through the barren lands. Instead, there was a palpable
difference, as though something were greatly amiss and the very lands
themselves knew it. The winds blew hot and fetid, the very earth shook, and
even the constant crashing of waves grew into a cacophonous roar. No,
tonight was not like any other night. Tonight, something was gravely wrong.
The townsfolk, indeed All of the province's laymen could have had no idea
what was occurring. In fact, in the whole of Gyathoth there was but one who
did. And even then, he only knew because he was its cause. Its genesis.
Kaelowyth D'arvele, the founder of this keep, the redeemer and reshaper of
these lands, the one whom old wives tales claimed was as much of this land
as the very earth itself - was planning to leave.
It was the angry cries of a jealous lover or perhaps the begging pleas of a
mother unwilling to lose their child, that were personified in that elements
beyond Sylvestris Hold, and yet - this creature was indifferent. For
Kaelowyth, this departure was simply the next step. The next novelty in a
too long life begging to be drawn to its conclusion. How could the world
itself reconcile that? Something it had given itself over to, something
that had an indelible mark belonging to it -wanted- to abandon it? It was
unconscionable, it was mad, it was horrific.
Yet as the darkest point of night descended, the three moons clad in a thick
gauze of cloud cover, the wispy form of an Elf could be seen soaring over
the country side. Away from the rugged walls of Sylvestris. Away from the
folksy home of Lands End. Away from the baroque spires of Verminasia's
province entirely. And All that cloaked and shadow-like figure could think
to itself was...
How delicious it would be, to show the world its face again.
Writer: Nierwyld
Date Mon Apr 16 14:33:33 2018
To Conclave Rumptin Musen Bodrum Grushg Brutes All Imm RP Kyri
Subject A Pirate Still...To a Degree
The way was paid for and the meeting was set.
"Soon" Was All Nierwyld could think of. For far too long he struggled with
magics and the taunts of his childhood echoed in his memories once more.
Nothing else mattered but learning All he could while in the Towers, so he
flit here and there, studying the books of every discipline the towers
touched on.
He would be a great magi. Not out of one study, but out of many. He'd
study them all. He would be something the towers could be proud of. He'd
be strong and protect the Ivory, Crimson, and Ebony towers as something
more.
The days lay ahead were to be gruesome on his brain, he decided, but it
would be well worth it in the end.
Writer: Galareth
Date Mon Apr 16 21:31:32 2018
To All Immortal Religion Storyline Cayenna Cahlizna Knighthood
Subject Shifting Sands Storyline: Scouting begins
Galareth stood on the precipice of a rock face that had been recently
uncovered by the shifting sands of the desert. The sands seemed to change
daily as if the desert itself was alive, or like a slow moving sea with
waves affected by the wind rather than the movements of the moons.
The desert heat was oppressive as it beat down like a weight against
Galareth. He could feel it warming up the limited plate he was wearing and
even feel the warmth of the sun through the light gambeson he wore against
his skin. He was thankful for each breeze that blew through and seeped into
his collar and cooled him by means of the layer of sweat that had already
soaked his clothes beneath his armor.
He looked over the vast, seemingly endless sea of sand and stood in awe of
the grandness of it all. Somewhere out in that nearly infinite expanse was
the site of Lord Nardrik's last battle. The last place He stood on this
realm before...
"Galareth!" a stern voice called from behind him, "Come. There will be
time enough to site see as we travel. We"ve a ways yet to go before we make
camp. "
The voice belonged to Crown Captain Aeron Nordell, a righteous and stoic
man. Though his voice was stern it was not unkind. Galareth turned and saw
before him two divisions of Knights, each 100 strong, marching through the
sand in as organized a precession as you could make under such unsure
footing as these sands offered.
He ran and hopped down the jutting rock face till his boots sunk into the
warm sand below and made his way to the Crown Captain who was marching at
the head of the Knights. They had a few hours yet before dusk and the
blessed reprieve night would offer from the overbearing sun. Once camp had
been made they would set up a base of opperations from which the two
divisions would spread out and comb the desert for any signs of Bakali or
the greater prize they hoped to find here, and yet despite the scale of the
task ahead of him, Galareth found himself looking through the ranks of
Knights...
Where was Elysia?
Writer: Taiyang
Date Mon Apr 16 22:57:33 2018
To All Immortal Religion Storyline Cayenna Cahlizna Knighthood
Subject Shifting Sands Storyline: The Shokonan Monk
The plain cloaked man left the keep under the cover of darkness. The
silence of the night broken only by the steady trot of his unassuming steed.
The darkness of the night cleared before the lantern grasped tightly in his
hand. The silence of night broken only by the stead trotting of his steed.
The eastern road was one he knew to be fraught with strife, thus the man
held the light to the surrounding darkness warily. Taiyang breathed an
audible sigh of relief has he passed the Cross Roads unmolested, grasping at
the only identifying apparel he wore around his neck, a white symbol of
Austinian.
As the road quickly turned to sand, night turned to day, Taiyang began to
sweat under his clothes. Taiyang found himself grateful for the cloth he
wore as opposed to his armor adorned with the Knightly colors of Gareth. He
unfurled colorful map of the Althainian continent before him, and noted the
rendevouz a single league southwest of New Thalos, chosen to ensure distance
between the coming allies, the Desert Jewel, and Storm Keep to the east.
Approaching the western gate, Taiyang offered a subdued Marhaba. To the
gate guard as he passed.
Taiyang passed through the magnificent market square of the Jewel, a single
hand on the coin purse afforded to him for this mission. He had found
himself without funds quickly upon his arrival in the Desert Jewel when he
first arrived on Althainia, and found himself suspicious of any possible
unscrupulous locals who pushed past his steed as he made his way through the
market. Grasping his staff in his hand, he kept his eyes about himself.
For now, he knew, no help would come from Gareth for at least several days
when an official party would ride forth with two captains assigned by Ser
Mamoritai. Lance Captain Deirinn had a reputation as one of the more
capable men of the keep. A true knight, Taiyang often knew this man was
often assigned out on a noble quest, rarely residing long within the
confines of the keep. Crown Captain Aeron Nordell was a man of some reknown
as a confidant of Ser Mamoritai himself. Taiyang chuckled to himself
absentmindedly, the thought of leading these lifelong knights was a strange
thought indeed, and one he had not come to terms yet.
Taiyang lowered the cloak of his hood as he entered the tavern, a
magnificent New Thalosian building two stories high, leaving his steed with
a young stablehand welcoming new guests. Discrete balls of magical light
lit the main entryway this tavern. Elaborate silk tapestries hung from the
ceiling, decorating the walls behind the reception. It was here, within the
Burning Sands, that Taiyang would prepare the quest afforded to him.
Writer: Tamaska
Date Wed Apr 18 11:09:46 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Nymaya )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | Narrowbreak attack - Part 1 of 2
"There is something. " The words reached Tamaska's ears and she turned
in her saddle just in time to see the flames burst from Nymaya's hand and
come to life as a fire elemental roared into existence. The yinn turned her
head slightly from the boiling heat and as soon as her eyes at had adjusted
she saw them.. "If these 'things' engage us within the Pass, we'll be in
trouble. "
The words left Nymaya's lips only moments before Tam saw the movement to her
side. She barely had time to grab one of her flasks from her belt before
the creature slammed into the left side of her horse and the yinn's leg.
Immediately, she kicked her leg out furiously at the beast, knocking it back
a moment and allowing her a brief moment in which she threw herself of the
right side of the horse, landing in a crouch. She swatted the horses back
flank and hollered 'eyaah, ' sending it running forward.
As soon as the horse darted away, Tam was met with and tacked by some unholy
beast. She tumbled backwards with the creature on top of her. This was
when she finally got a good look at her assailant. It was clearly some sort
of undead, a walking corpse with one hell of a grudge it seemed. She held
it at arms length but it took a good bit of her strength to do so as it
thrashed and snarled, snapping its jaws at her.
All around the yinn battle was starting to break out, her ears were
twitching madly as the sounds assaulted her sensitive ears. She needed to
dispatch this beast. Moments later her fist slammed into the side of the
wight's head, crumpling the side of it. She shoved the beast off and
grabbed the flask she had dropped. Rolling to her feet, she popped the top
on the flask and shot flames towards two more advancing wights, blinding
them and sending them stumbling as the flame burned their flesh.
She turned to survey the battle, All around her were the screams of the
wights and the sounds of the clashing blades. There was but a brief moment
between attacks and she took advantage of it. She quickly grabbed a small
parchment and quill, scribbling some words hastily before rolling it up.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of three wights charging at
her.
Writer: Tamaska
Date Wed Apr 18 11:13:58 2018
To All Eclipse Verminasia Shadow Storyline Imm RP Necrucifer ( Narsh Rasavadi Nymaya )
Subject Lost City - Vanguard | Narrowbreak attack - Part 2 of 2
"Toxvah," she called out to no one in particular as she reared back and
sucker punched one of the wights, knocking it out cold. The bat screeched
as it climbed out of the pouch and flew up above Tamaska. "Find him. Warn
them. " The small creature swooped down to grab the parchment from the
yinn's hand barely managing to take it before one of the wights launched on
to her back.
The guardian snarled loudly as claws dug into the side of her neck and one
of her ears. She swung her staff at the wight with one hand and grabbed at
the creature with the other. She managed to knock it into the third but
neither was out of commission. Red blood from the scratches seeped into her
fur, coloring the snow laden fur as the yinn stepped back, squaring off with
the two wights once again.
Everything seemed like it was moving in slow motion but yet it had all
happened quickly. They knew something was there one moment and the next
they were under full on attack. Tamaska held a hand against her side,
breathing heavily as an array of mangled of bodies lay nearby. She looked
around, her eyes quickly finding Nymaya who was fighting off a few wights of
her own. Her sword and feet work were mesmerizing to watch.
Scanning further as she moved to help an eclipsian who was injured fend off
a wight, she could see that they had taken some losses but the battle seemed
to finally be winding down. She noticed Elathan and some other
shadowknights dispatching a group of wights that had tried to retreat.
There was no way to know if others had escaped or not.. The storm was still
obscuring visibility but they had clearly done All they could.
She nodded to a few of the healers in the group and tossed one of them a
pack. "Lets assess the injured. We need to be ready because I doubt this
is over. " They nodded and split off to tend to the injured as Tam spotted
Nymaya and set off towards her.
Writer: Tahlia
Date Thu Apr 19 03:50:28 2018
Writer: Ayrora
Date Thu Apr 19 16:04:56 2018
To All Drakkara Necrucifer Verminasia Immortal Tashio Kyri Ampersand Storyline Religion
Subject Lost City - The Road III
The snow and wind were wicked as night had fallen on Ayrora and her party
rode back to camp. Salodorion led as Ayrora followed and Amos and Nefratin
flanked either side. The few volunteers she had sent ahead were probably at
the camp already and they were not too far behind. Even with the layers of
clothing and her thick cloak, the wind still chilled her to the bone.
The wind grew sharper as they were reaching camp. Amos collected the horses
and took them to the makeshift stable. As the rest made their way to the
medical tents. The warmth in the tent was welcoming as they entered the
tent and Rosie walked up to Rora helping her to removed her snow covered
cloak. "I am happy you have returned Ma'..... Ayrora." She offered Rosie
a sweet smile before saying, "I am also happy to have returned. I have
missed you. She gave Rosie a hug. "Where shall we start?"
Rosie led her to a section of the tent where their were four men. Three of
the men look as if someone took a a dagger and slashed the poor men to bits.
"The wraith attack soldiers?" Rosie nodded with a slight frown. "These
three, I did what I could but the other will need us both." Rora nodded in
understanding as she slowly removed one bandage at a time to repair the
damage. -It took some time for both of them to close and redress the
wounds. Time had gone by so quickly that they had not noticed that it was
almost dawn and they should get some rest but they quickly moved on to the
next soldier. The fourth soldier was asleep and had a simple wound so they
dressed it and were headed to their makeshift bed.
All of a sudden, Amos comes running in, "More wounded are here, Viscountess.
These men are a product of a harpy attack and they are All in a pretty bad
state." Rora looked at Amos and said, "Put them All in the second tent and
we shall be right over." Amos nodded and headed back out of the tent.
Rora gathered a few volunteers and Rosie and headed out of the tent.
Ayrora entered the tent and looked about, their where about two dozen men,
many in dire need of care and others that were close to death. She assessed
each man and assigned the volunteers to those who needed critical care and
made sure the others, with lesser wounds, could wait until she or Rosie
could get to them. Rosie motioned for Rora to come to her in a hurry.
The first young man was near death as Rora reached and examined his wounds.
Ayrora turned to Rosie and said, "He is badly injured and his pulse is very
weak. We must work quickly." Rosie nodded in agreement. With Rosie in
his head sending him soothing thoughts Rora could work fast and hopefully
save the young soldier. The wounds All looked liked knife wounds so it made
it much easier to stitch him up. It took some time because he had so many
wounds. She mixed healing herbs and handed them to Rosie with a quick nod
she headed to the next soldier.
It was sunrise before they were done taking care of the soldier but Rora was
a bit saddened. The lost one young soldier. She also knew their would be
more fatalities before All of this was over. She turned to everyone, "Get
some sleep, we will need it." She looked to the skies then over at the
mountain, "Who knows what else they will face before the journey is over."
Everyone went to find a spot to sleep except Rora.
Ayrora continues to look at the mountains above them, "What monsters they
will face. Dark Mistress keep them safe."
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