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A Late Night
The Day the Music Died p1
The Day the Music Died p2
That's How the Cookie Crumbles... I
That's How the Cookie Crumbles... II
The Oncoming Storm (Act III: The Moment of Truth, The Battle Begins)
Sabaktes Returns
Fw: Fw: Wargames - Rescue, Day 1
Fw: On the Hunt
War Games - VIP Day 1
War Games - VIP Part 2
The Keep of Kalib-Dur - The Beginning
The Keep of Kalib-Dur - The Beginning (2)
The Growing Pains
A New Beginning (Part 1)
A New Beginning (Part 2 The End)
The Hunt: Drenauw Vaes
The Hunt: Drenauw Vaes (pt. 2)
The Hunt: Drenauw Vaes (pt. 3)
The Hunt: Drenauw Vaes (pt. 4)
A Kender's Life For Me! *P1*
It Takes a City
A Kender's Life For Me! *P2*
Fight, pt. 1 (Althainian Wargames, Week 2)
Fight, pt 2 (Althainian Wargames, Week 2)
Fight, pt. 3 (Althainian Wargames, Week 2)
A Kender's Life For Me *P3*
Changes
A Kender's Life For Me! -Fin-
None Should Suffer
Flight (Althainian Wargames, interlude between wk2 and 3)
The Patchwork Gift
Reckless, but inspired, pt 1 (Althainian Wargames, Finale)
Reckless, but inspired, pt 2 (Althainian Wargames, Finale)
Reckless, but inspired, part 3 (Althainian Wargames, Finale)
The beginning of not the end!!
Kender Kin *P1*
Greiving
Kender Kin *P2*
Falling...
The Game (1/2)
The Game (2/2)
The Power of Siccara
The Mistress of Brawlers (1/2)
The Mistress of Brawlers (2/2)
The time draws near
Dreaming the Past
Midnight Introductions, The Lioness
Hallelujah
The Light
A Topsy Turvy World, The Befuddled Pixie
(Sory Time with Uncle Boof) (Part 1)
(Story Time with Uncle Boof) (Part 2)
What Plan.
What Past.
Tha'Dhal: Gnomish Vocabulary
Defending the Tower ''Odyssey'' (Chapter Four: Part One)
Defending the Tower ''Odyssey'' (Chapter Four: Part Two)
The Foxes Hunt The Hounds
Looking For a Snake in the Grass
Cerulean in Flight
The Decaying Vallen Tree: The Painful Decision
(Gobbo-tarian Aid)
Dead Sleep 1/3
Dead Sleep 2/3
Dead Sleep 3/3
Deliveries to Dolund'ir - The Towers Donation
(Gobbo-tarian Aid) Continues
In The Wilds (Part 1 of 2)
The Quest
Thoughts of the Zealot
In The Wilds (Part 2 of 2)
The Wages of Sin
"You will fall along the way..."
(Hand-Picked Devionite)
All or Nothing
Turmoil
A Simple Question
(Gobbo-tarian Aid) Continues
Searching Althainia *P1*
Searching Althainia *P2*
Midnight Convoys
Deliveries to Dolund'ir - The Tower's Decision
The Decaying Vallen Tree: The Ceremony
Searching Althainia *P3*
Searching Althainia *END*
Yo ho. Yo ho. (Part 1)
Murder in the Empire
(Baiting the Hook)
Walk About
Yo ho. Yo ho. (Part 2) Hoist the colors.
Yo ho. Yo ho. (Part 3) Lessons Learned
(Gobbo-tarian Aid) The Tower's Continuing Support
Searching New Thalos *P1*
Searching New Thalos *P2*
Walk About II
A gift to Sebatis
Challenges
(Gobbo-Tarian Aid) The Squelcher
Searching New Thalos *END*
Yo ho. Yo ho. (Part 4) Dead Men Tell No Tales
Black Sails on a Black Ship.
(Gobbotarian Aid) For Terrorism Part 2
Joining the Walk
Shatter Me
(Gobbo-Tarian Aid) The Tower's Scheme
X Fill 'er Up X
Walk About IV (storyline)
Thwarted and double-crossed
(Gobbo-Tarian Aid) The Tower's Contraband
Red
Cleaning up the mess
Never...Forget
Searching Icewall *P1*
Finding Palquinn (Searching The Vale) *P1*
Finding Palquinn (Searching The Vale) *P2*
Finding Palquinn (Searching The Vale) *P3*
Finding Palquinn (Searching The Vale) *P4*
Finding Palquinn (Searching The Vale) *END*
What Came Back
The Fortification of Dolund'ir, Territory of Althainia
Life As Normal
Dream Terrors: Part One
Dream Terrors: Part Two
The Great Black
The Hunt for the Most Bloodshed
A Rose Of Pure Ice
(Killing Him with Kindness)
|A| Dream Terrors |A|
Awakening from the Nightmare
The Beast Within: Part One
Dreaming of Your Death
The Beast Within: Part Two
- Horrible Night Terror -
The Sands of Time
Dream Terrors Part 3





Writer: Melgrift
Date Sun May 3 09:50:38 2015




Writer: Ilimilipili
Date Sun May 3 10:37:20 2015




Writer: Azbogah
Date Sun May 3 18:22:43 2015




Writer: Saiboth
Date Sun May 3 21:53:18 2015




Writer: Letholdus
Date Sun May 3 23:28:37 2015




Writer: Segovax
Date Sun May 3 23:42:05 2015




Writer: Leadero
Date Mon May 4 02:12:24 2015

To All Liviya Lirexa New_Thalos

Subject A Late Night



Sitting within the House of the Burning Sands, Leadero stared down at
the neatly organized papers in front of him. It was late, the moons already
in their downward descent toward the dawn as he nursed the last inch of his
whiskey and contemplated his work. Each page of carefully inked parchment
contained numerous details; lists of trade rates, expected sales, marketing
plans and interview results mingled with renovation plans that included
costs of materials and sustainable or alternative resources. It was a lot
and the stacks were thick, totaling four in all. Overall, he was quite
pleased with what he had managed to accomplish in only a couple of days.
New Thalos was truly proving to be a land of possibility - and this was only
his first few days. His tired, and drink addled, mind briefly considered
what it might mean for the future.

Picking up his glass, the half ogre teenager knocked back the last of his
whiskey and carefully placed the empty glass on the table. His gloved hands
picked up each stack, rolling them into individual scrolls and sealing them
with a black ribbon and wax. He then placed them All in a leather satchel
and entrusted their delivery to a runner, adding a couple of extra gold
coins to ensure it was done swiftly and securely. When that was done, he
reached into his waistcoat and withdrew a pair of parchments, unfolding them
and setting them on the table.

On one parchment was a crude drawing. Despite the numerous lessons, and
great pains his mother had gone through, he had never developed a talent for
drawing. Basic blueprints and geometric shapes were not beyond his ability,
but the attempt at a coat of arms was so butchered as to be nearly
unrecognizable. What should have been a beautiful image of a noble beast
and tiny details of symbolism could arguable be considered the work of a
Kender after ten cups of coffee.

On the second parchment was a list.

Names, lined up neatly on the left and right sides, were scribbled out,
scratched out, and blotted away until only a few were legible. These were
what his slightly blood shot eyes latched on to. He read them over and over
again as he sat there, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. Though they
were just letters strung together on a parchment, he had inherited more of
his mother than his father, and that meant names held great importance to
him. His choice was not a light one to make, and whatever his final
decision it would change the course of his life.

He was disturbed, finally, by an alley cat rubbing against his leg. He
looked down and watched as the small beast purred and twined about his lower
limb, arching its back as it begged. He reached across the table and tore a
few pieces off of the lamb he had half eaten, tossing it onto the ground.
While the cat set to ravenously, he noted how the animal had an extra thick
ruff, making it look almost like a miniature lion. Glancing back to his
list, he picked up the parchment and brought it closer, eyes focusing on one
name near the bottom right.

Yes, it would do. More importantly, it would be a name he could proudly
pass on as a means of connecting the past to the future.




Writer: Jonathen
Date Mon May 4 08:28:20 2015




Writer: Segovax
Date Mon May 4 09:09:49 2015




Writer: Ruydiez
Date Mon May 4 15:40:47 2015




Writer: Ashbie
Date Mon May 4 18:58:46 2015

To Verminasia All Immortal Roleplay

Subject The Day the Music Died p1


Ashbie never thought that she'd be prowling the streets looking for the
Elf known as Ilimilipili. It had been Ilimilipili that had been the
catalyst for Ashbie leaving Verminasia a couple of years ago. Their feud
had been everything except bloody, and Ashbie had lost, leaving Verminasia
shamed and with her figurative tail tucked between her legs. The fire of
rage within her chest had bid her to kill the Elf.

However, Ilimilipili had been good for Verminasia, and so Ashbie had stayed
her hand. She spent her time in the dungeon, learning to hone her rage and
become a smarter adversary rather than one that always jumped for her
blade. Even though she'd spent awhile amongst the Dungeon's finest
fighters, Ashbie hadn't really involved herself in the fray too much.
Eventually the King had called her back, and Ilimilipili was still there.

Ashbie was Commander of the Verminasian Royal Army and Ilimilipili was
a Captain in the Armada. They were equals once more, but their rivalry
had evolved. Ashbie wasn't sure how much Ilimilipili had changed, Elves
were far slower to do so, but Ashbie felt she'd aged a decade rather than
the year she had been away.

The street that Ashbie was on was dark, quiet, and narrow. She was leaning
into a wall on one side and her feet touched up against the wall on the
other. Granted, Ashbie was tall for a human, and especially tall for a
woman, but this was more of an alley than a street. Nevertheless, it had a
name and Ashbie was waiting here for her confidant.

There was a light breeze that played against the night air, giving an
extra chill to an otherwise mild night. The street smelled too much of
waste and excrement, it had the overwhelming stench of city to it and
made Ashbie long for the open air of Sacnoth.

Ashbie thought back to Ilimilipili in her garden. She'd invited Ashbie
alone, the very thought of which had raised up old guards and worries.
However, Ilimilipili had become Admiral and Ashbie was a General, there
were plenty of reasons for the invitation, so Ashbie went. Instead of a
dagger in her back, Ashbie found
a friend, and a reasonable offer of co-training between the Armada and the
Army. Their rivalry was still there, simmering beneath the smiles, but had
become something different, something encouraging.

"Pistol?" Said a quiet voice, almost like the hush of a breeze. Ashbie
nearly missed the sound of it, jolted back to reality.

"Aye, I'm here." She said, shifting her weight a little and looking towards
the entrance of the street. Standing before her was a small, wiry man with
a face that reminded her All too much of a weasel. He was a walking cliche.

"I didn't find much, in truth. Searched for three days, used All of my
contacts. You owe me thirty blue diamonds by the way." The weasel-man
said. Ashbie frowned and reached into her purse, tossing them over one at
a time.

"Well, what did you find then?" She asked, still tossing over the blues.

"Last place anyone reliable spotted her was the Skull and Crossbones
pub, said she looked mighty disturbed." The man said, pocketing the blue
diamonds as quick as they were thrown over.

Ashbie found herself blinking, and tossed the last blue diamond wide.
"Disturbed?" She asked, shifting her weight. Ilimilipili was the very
image of a Devionite. She hid so much behind her laughter and smiles. There
was no question of her ambition or intellect, but she didn't let many see
that side of her that didn't join along in life's joke.

"Aye, and now she seems to have vanished. Gone. Some say she been murdered,
had it coming and such. But no corpse. No nothing. Just gone." The man
said.

"Well, bloody hell then." Ashbie said, she turned away from the man, making
a dismissive motion with her hand.

"Aye, General," He said.

"Not here. Here, I'm Pistol." Ashbie glanced over her shoulder and the man
nodded before leaving.




Writer: Ashbie
Date Mon May 4 18:59:39 2015

To Verminasia All Immortal Roleplay

Subject The Day the Music Died p2


Ashbie felt a surge of something deep in her gut, it was as if it was
twisting over itself. She stood up and turned the direction she was facing,
away from the main road only a dozen or so feet away. Ashbie pressed a
forearm against her stomach and gazed down at the ground. The light didn't
quite reach the cobblestone pavement, though she wasn't looking to actually
see the ground.

"Bloody hells, Ili..." Ashbie whispered, "Not supposed to be missing you.
You better be alive." She sighed a little and wheeled around towards the
main road, stepping out into it quickly as if running from something.

The streets of Verminasia were always busy, though a bit less so in the
dead of the night as they were now. Ashbie was dressed in dark clothes and
a dark cloak. As General of Verminasia's armies, there were certain
unsavory elements that she didn't want to spook. Officially, she wasn't
supposed to endorse them. Verminasia may have been the city of evil, but
there were still laws to follow. Unofficially, she relied on those unsavory
elements for a lot of what needed doing.

Ilimilipili had been the same. It was as though they were cut from the
same cloth in so many ways, yet they couldn't have been more different. It
was better to say that they were different sides of the same cloth.
Ilimilipili was a complex, weaving pattern, one that seemed to change
whenever you looked at it. She had layers upon layers to her person. Ashbie
was just a bold color, or perhaps striped or polka dotted. There was still
plenty to her, but it was far more straight forward.

Ashbie made herself two different people when she dealt with the underworld
of Algoron's cities. Ilimilipili sat there with the same smile, the same
look, and yet few could have claimed to truly know her. She was capricious
and yet she could look at you with eyes that knew the somber stories of a
weary world. Ilimilipili acted like a fool as often as not, yet she had
the wisdom of a sage when one parsed through the nonsense.

Ashbie loved her. Not as one loves in a romantic sense. Nor even
necessarily how one loved a friend. Ashbie appreciated Ilimilipili for
everything that she was: friend, enemy, fighter, spirit, and being.

There was a certainty in her heart that told Ashbie that Ilimilipili
wasn't dead, yet her presence had certainly left Verminasia. For that,
the world felt a bit dimmer. Ashbie would have to make peace with that.
Sighing, she kicked a stray rock on the otherwise well-paved road and
watched it skip along the even cobblestones and off into the darkness of
yet another street-alley.

Ilimilipili could appear at any moment from any of them, strolling out and
laughing at Ashbie. Yet, in her heart, Ashbie knew she wouldn't. If ever
the Elf returned to Verminasia, she was certainly gone for now.




Writer: Segovax
Date Tue May 5 09:43:06 2015




Writer: Brollo
Date Tue May 5 17:40:19 2015

To All Wargar Thaxanos (Kyri Raije Imm RP)

Subject That's How the Cookie Crumbles... I


Brollo Rockhead sat amid a pile of small boulders and stalagmites deep within
the vast network of natural caves and carved tunnels beneath the great dwarven
city of Thaxanos. It was his favorite spot, away from the bustle of life and
quiet enough to suit his moods, often somber as of late.

Spread out before him and set in a landscape of his own making, Brollo
commanded armies!

Armies of elves hid among piled bits of fungus or sat high atop mushroom caps,
both materials found and harvested from the natural caves. A few gnome or yinn
mages supported the vicious and evil elves with nefarious magics at the ready.

storyn Not far from these insidious hordes (and better situated to any dwarven mind)
was the dwarven hosts, backed by steep rocky cliffs (big rocks) and flanked by
piled boulders (smaller rocks) on both sides that would serve as a barrier in
case the evil forest dwellers tried to outmaneuver the steadfast and heroic
dwarven battle lines.

Brollo carefully placed the dwarf on the field, a runesmith (sort of) standing
behind a grouping of foot soldiers to protect it. A piece of the "runesmith"
broke off as he tried to mash it down into place, and he swore in anger!

Gonner have te get tha' lass te start mixin en some mithril weth tha' dough,
he mused when he finally had the cookie set. A small chip had broken off the
cookie's "helmet" and it made the figure of the runesmith look rather shabby.

Shaking off the disappointing injury to one of his prized possessions, he
surveyed the field once more, noting where weaknesses might occur in the
dwarven lines. He shifted some of the dwarven support as he imagined the best
way to make up for the gaps in defenses.

"Course, them damned root smoochers'd find ah way still te ruin ah gude fight
weth their cheatin' ways!" the fiery tempered battlerager swore as he continued
to study the arrayed armies.

In his mind's eye, Brollo imagined the assault: the high-pitched screams of
his hated foes against the bellowing answer of his kin - the clash of steel upon
steel - arcanium shields, studded with glowing runes of protection, held by stout
dwarven lads against the glowing blades of the elven bladesingers - the arcane
utterances on both sides as the purity of dwarven magics were thrown against
the wicked sorcery of the weaker elven mages - but, most of all, he imagined
the charges of battleragers like an avalanche of death, covering row after row
of thin, squeaky elves and flattening them into a bloody mass of hacked limbs
and other squishy parts that wriggled in the wake of his guild.

"Glorious! Glory te Raije an' glory te tha Mountain, Lads! Cut them damn heads
off, ah'm sayin! Cut 'em clean off!"

After a while of imaginary wargames, the stout warrior eased himself down and
sat upon the rocky floor. He rested his back against a large block of granite,
skillfully cut by a former miner. Often used by the dwarf as a table of sorts,
he could feel its chilly surface against him. He found the coolness to be
rather comforting in the stuffy tunnels. This far beneath the surface, the air
tended to get hot and "old."

-Continued in Part 2!




Writer: Brollo
Date Tue May 5 17:46:13 2015

To All Wargar Thaxanos (Kyri Raije Imm RP)

Subject That's How the Cookie Crumbles... II


He thought of the last several weeks in his life: the fighting he had done upon
the field, his clan's fight against Bloodlust, but mostly he thought about the
Stein Cup competition.

Finally! He had finally won one! He hefted the glittering cup from where it lay
among his possessions, letting his eyes run over the gleaming surfaces and the
absolute perfection of its crafting. A dwarf appreciated a thing well made, and
the cup was exceptional by any standard of craftsmanship.

Similar to the cup, he had felt his fighting had been exceptional on the day of
the competition, and he let his pride at winning rise to the surface of his
mind. So many of his battles over the years had been bittersweet, at best, and
downright painful at their worst...yes, it was nice to win one for once.

His fighting had improved upon the field too, or so he thought to himself. He
had gone out alone, teamed up with allies and challenged a score of warriors to
a fight: whatever it took! And like most times, he'd found some success and
some...well, not-success. He frowned at that, but nodded his head in
acceptance All the same.

The Clan War fight he'd taken part in had been different, though. Not only was
he disappointed in the outcome of his part of the fight, but he was still rather
embarrassed, as well. That wouldn't do at all!

"Had me stumblin' an' bumblin' like ah frest recruit, they did," he mused
angrily.

Hopefully, Raije had forgiven him for the loss of the three on three fight he'd
helped to lose. He said a prayer under his breath (as he often did) that he'd
miraculously become immune to All magical spells cast by his enemies. One day,
maybe it'd get answered...

"Well, ah cannae dwell on et forever, ah s'pose! Time te get back te arse
whoopin, er tha lads'll think ah've gone soft en tha heart."

Resolute, he rose from his resting spot, gathered up his "armies," scattered his
battlefield so that it could be arranged differently on his next visit and
began the march home.

- The End

*Disclaimer* No actual cookies were harmed during the making of this
story note. All cookies are innocent until proven guilty, and the
identities of some cookies were changed to protect the innocent.




Writer: Laiton

Date Wed May 6 14:32:22 2015




Writer: Laiton

Date Wed May 6 14:34:48 2015




Writer: Zaemeiel
Date Wed May 6 15:06:37 2015




Writer: Andreyna
Date Wed May 6 21:12:32 2015




Writer: Jaidyn
Date Thu May 7 03:57:27 2015

To Nordmaar Ganth All kingdoms Devlin Megan Segovax Seredath Reagan Gabhran Jarlebanke Saiboth Marian Kynthelig Scorn Zypher Derigimus Kyri Cahlizna RP IMM Raije Austinian Necrucifer

Subject The Oncoming Storm (Act III: The Moment of Truth, The Battle Begins)


Mounted high atop his warhorse, Jaidyn re-rolled the scroll he had just
read and put it into the saddle bag at his side.

As per your suggestion, I will not be leading an assault into our people. I
shall remain within our walls so that I can co-ordinate from here as the
battle evolves. You have my deepest respect for the position you have
placed yourself.. And I envy your chance to gain glory on the field. Come
home safely.

Devlin MacCallum.


He was positioned now at the crest of the ridge line, visible across the
long flat plains to any hostile eyes far across that field as a dark spot
against the horizon. From his vantage he could see the minotaur flooding
out of the gates and attacking the siege ram, ahead of schedule. He shook
his head. "So much for the battle plan... "

He almost laughed. The minotaur were supposed to have waited for the
signal.

He glanced over at the young lieutenant from Marian's division. "Is time.
Inform All companies. The period for stealth is over. Ve are going to move
out of concealment, and I vant the song of the pipes to sound out across the
battlefield. I want our brainwashed people to hear that music as ve charge
up. Maybe it will shake them out of their stupor. Inform Marian that she
is to command the archers and spellcasters on this high hill. Hold the high
ground and make sure if the yinn appear suddenly, they get a taste of vhat
they have coming. She is to cover us vhile ve deal vith the captives.
Kynthelig is to stay by the tar pits and subdue the captives as ve retreat,
then lead them avay from the field and back to Nordmaar. Their safety is
first priority.
" The young woman nodded, acknowledging the order as she
turned her horse, riding off behind the well formed battalions.

Jaidyn drew his blunt club and held it high. "All-Father!!!!! " he cried,
followed by a second loud bellow of "Nordmaar!!! ". Directing the tip
forward, he spurred his horse into motion. Behind him, All the Nordmaarian
troops began to surge forward over the ridge line and down the gently
sloping hill, quickly tightening ranks as they came out upon the flat
ground. From behind the highland army, a bright BLUE FLARE fired high into
the air, exploding into a fireball of the same color which hung suspended in
the sky for several moments, before very slowly starting its fall back
towards ground. The signal would be visible for miles around.

Behind him, bag pipes began to play the tune of a time honored highland war
match. Their shrill loud song rang out across the far distant field as the
army began to close the distance towards the magically controlled human
captives with tremendous speed. Cavalry led the way, backed up by kilt clad
celts and viking warriors carrying massive shields holding tight infantry
formations. All were armed with clubs, their true weapons resting in their
sheathes within easy reach.

The army marched with precision, units along the flanks guarding against the
possibility of a sudden appearance by the unseen yinn. Those spellcasters
not left behind within Marian's division busily scanning about with their
detection spells.

As the highland force charged up behind the magically controlled human
captives, Jaidyn yelled "Citizens of Nordmaar!!! You have been enspelled by
the foul yinn into attacking minotaur city! As minister of defense, I order
you to stand down! Lower your weapons and accompany us off the battlefield
in peace! Ve vill take you back to your homes, and you vill be reunited
with your families! Highlanders! Fight off the yinn magic that clouds your
minds! Remember vho you are!
"

The viking king held his breath. All hinged upon their reaction. If they
could not break free, he would give the order to attack, conduct the feint,
and then fall back, drawing the captives into the sticky tar pits. He just
hoped they would be strong enough to come to their senses before that became
necessary.




Writer: Gabhran

Date Thu May 7 05:42:37 2015




Writer: Cieran

Date Thu May 7 09:02:19 2015




Writer: Rellinath

Date Thu May 7 09:12:08 2015




Writer: Gorrakh

Date Thu May 7 10:06:52 2015

To Justice All Imm Nazca Kyri Roleplay

Subject Sabaktes Returns



Gorrakh sat on the bench, absent-mindedly flicking a tiny ball of something
into the fireplace as he looked around the empty room. "Another morning alone
to patrol," he said to himself as he stood and wiped his fingers off on his
pants. Gathering up his weapons, he headed for the exit where he saw a huge
form bounding toward the Wrath.

As Gorrakh began to close the gates, he noticed it was a familiar face atop
the hulking Giant Ogre's form. A face he'd battled alongside countless times
against any number of enemies. A face he knew had turned its back on the
Wrath, and caused many a death among his comrades.

Gorrakh knew the Ogre was coming to smash in the gate and take back the
Wrath, in the name of the Dungeon. Looking down at his hammer and sword,
Gorrakh sighed, shrugged and stepped out to try and stop his former ally and
friend. He knew this was a fight he could not win. He only hoped to slow the
beast enough to allow others to bar his entrance.

His eyes widened when he saw something unexpected. A torn and battered blue
and white banner being carried by Sabaktes as he headed for the gates. There
was no need to fight! The Giant Ogre was returning home, to continue the fight
against Evil.

Gorrakh followed his former leader back into the Wrath, and stood with him
before the fireplace. Opening a dust-covered trunk, Gorrakh pulled out a
massive Captain's uniform.

Without as much as a word, Gorrakh threw the garb up to Sabaktes, and bid
him wear it. The rank of Captain, achieved within moments of re-entering the
hall after spending so long in the Dungeon was sure to upset All of Algoron.

We Sabaktes stood there in full uniform, Lord Taranys entered, with a stern
look on his face. "What's this?" the human asked, angrily. "The traitor is
not to hold rank without proving his loyalty, what were you thinking?" he
turned his glare to Gorrakh.

Before the bandit could respond, Sabaktes looked down at Taranys and said,
Yuz lurd now, gud. Ogur not lik polticks.

"Giving a taste of what he lost," Gorrakh responded, as he looked up to face
Sabaktes. "Remember the feeling of those bars on your arms. Earn it back,
smash everything in the way."

Sabaktes, the newest recruit of the Wrath of Justice just nodded, then headed
out the gate to find his first target, ready to smash his way back to the top.

[ Slayers ] Uryu got RAMPAGED by Sabaktes [ Justice ]




Writer: Megan

Date Thu May 7 11:56:01 2015




Writer: Reagan

Date Thu May 7 12:07:12 2015




Writer: Rellinath

Date Thu May 7 17:25:03 2015

To All althainia imm RP

Subject Fw: Fw: Wargames - Rescue, Day 1



| -----Original Message-----
| From: Rellinath
| To: mercerion rellinath garen cieran rionan
| Subject: Fw: Wargames - Rescue, Day 1
| Date: Fri Apr 24 18:18:53 2015

| -----Original Message-----
| From: Rellinath
| To: All mercerion aliera mahalia althainia imm RP
| Subject: Wargames - Rescue, Day 1
| Date: Fri Apr 24 17:42:01 2015

Rellinath wheeled his mount, Durandal, about to face the men gathered on
the border between the forest of Shalonesti and Althaninan territory. The
look on his face was dead serious as he regarded his men... Knights on loan
from the Lord Templar, his own Cavalrymen riding steeds bred for battle, the
Infantrymen and Pikemen standing in rank behind them, and the Archers, plus
a Wizard and a Cleric to one side. He gave reassuring nods to his
commanders... Cieran, on assignment leading the pikemen, his powers over
the forces of nature able to enhance their already formidable ability to
disrupt and break cavalry charges. To Garen, a pure duelist if ever there
was one, standing dead serious as always at the head of a large group of
infantrymen. Rionan, a new citizen of the Empire and competant spellcaster,
standing holding a discussion on magical theory with the Wizard. He stopped
in front of the gathered forces, a small strike force under his command with
a very specific, very personal mission in mind.

"All right, you lot, ATTENTION! " The murmuring and chattering among the
men drew quickly to a halt.

"Heres the situation. One week ago, we lost contact with a scout in
Western Althainia who was investigating reports of suspicious activity. The
scout's mount has been found, wounded and riderless. Her current condition
is unknown. Current location, unknown. Last known location was on the
northern edge of the marshlands near Abaddon. Our mission is to locate the
asset and return her to safety in allied territory. All other concerns are
secondary at this point. Another military force has been spotted in the
search area, possibly looking for our asset. Their affiliation is unknown,
but presumed hostile. Once we have retrieved and secured the asset, we have
liberty to engage these forces if we so choose. However, until the asset is
secured, I want minimal enemy contact, with no engagement unless absolutely
necessary.
"

He looked over the assembled horsemen. "I will be taking command of you
lot. We make directly for the point of last contact with our asset.
Rionan, you and the Wizard will join forces with our archers and shadow us
to the east. Stay close, and keep alert. This will widen our search path
along the most likely route that our scout would use if she were to try
returning to Althainia on her own. Garen and Cieran, you will take the rest
of our forces and set up a rear vanguard halfway between Abaddon and
Althainia. Once we have located and retrieved our scout, we will rally with
you, and you will cover our retreat into Althainia. After the scout is
secured, we will return to you and make the decision as to whether or not to
engage the enemy or sound a full retreat. If the rear vanguard is engaged
directly by enemy forces and destroyed, the search team will instead return
to the Shalonesti border before returning home, to avoid enemy forces. Any
questions?
"

One man stepped forward. "Sir, do we know the identity of the scout? "

Rellinath's eyes flashed dangerously. "The scout is Mahalia Mamoritai. "

"... My wife. "




Writer: Rellinath

Date Thu May 7 17:25:22 2015

To All althainia imm RP

Subject Fw: On the Hunt



| -----Original Message-----
| From: Rellinath
| To: mercerion garen aliera rionan cieran
| Subject: On the Hunt
| Date: Thu May 7 09:12:08 2015

Rellinath let out a shrill whistle, sounding much like a bird's calling,
his men drawing to a halt around him. Minah had once again been his eyes
and ears where he needed them, and her keen hearing had picked something up
that everyone else had missed. Maybe it was Mahalia... Maybe not. Either
way, they needed to know what was going on.

He called to his forward patrols, instructing them to search around,
following Minah's direction. But carefully... The time for a fight was not
yet upon the search party, he hoped. They needed to see what was out there,
but they needed to avoid drawing attention to themselves for as long as
possible. His orders to his men were explicit... Advance, scout, seek. If
it was Mahalia, they were to rescue her so they could bring her home. If
was an enemy and the enemy were to spot them, they would fall back, trying
to lure them into an ambush... In the wilds out here, the advantage fell to
Rellinath and his knowledge of the tricks and secrets of nature, his
understanding of stealth and surprise. If the enemy could be drawn into a
bad position, they could be eliminated quickly, too quickly for anyone to
take notice.

One exception, he warned his men. Sometimes, you had to be aggressive, to
take the lead and destroy the enemy before they had a chance to destroy you.
So if it was an enemy out there, and it was crossbowmen or archers, or
another wizard like his own, they were to strike without mercy.

He called for the advance. He hoped it was Mahalia, and not some hostile
force that he'd be forced to deal with. The last thing he really wanted
getting between him and ensuring his beloved was safe and sound in
Althainia's walls again was an enemy he didn't really want to fight anyway.

But, he thought to himself grimly, if there WAS an enemy out there, and they
DID stand between him and Mahalia, then may the gods have mercy on them,
because he sure as hell wouldn't!




Writer: Kaelowyth

Date Thu May 7 21:27:03 2015




Writer: Mahalia

Date Fri May 8 21:44:29 2015

To Althainia All Imm Rp

Subject War Games - VIP Day 1



The Shadow Grove was already a miserable place to navigate, and that was
before having her horse taken and being quite unceremoniously dumped there
with her right leg lashed so tightly that she was not sure she could feel
her toes. Granted, she was injured for the sake of the exercise and this
would certainly keep her from going too far in one day, but she might also
go crazy being so encumbered. Mahalia looked around, attempting to figure
out where in the grove she was and noted her surroundings or rather, the
lack of change in them. Every direction looked the same.

The sigh that accompanied the renewed realization was instantly lost in the
moans and growls that seemed to assault any traveler to this place from all
sides, and she was suddenly glad she did not have to focus on others.
Taking or giving orders in this place could be a nightmare... But she did
have orders, to get home. Shadow filled mists crept along both the ground
and trees, curling around trunks and branches alike, and an almost sentient
feeling dampness, inherent to the area even cloaked her boots almost
entirely from view. There was a sameness to the forest that could quickly
get her lost and even further behind in her goal.

Another sigh was lost to the ambient sounds of the grove and Mahalia looked
up, attempting to peer through the haze and the mists to locate the sun.
Just overhead to the right there was a slightly brighter spot in the sky and
it had been nearly the noon hour when they started bandaging her leg.
Putting the obscure ball of light in the sky to her back, she slowly started
moving through the grove with one goal, Althainia was east.




Writer: Mahalia
Date Fri May 8 21:50:55 2015

To Althainia All Imm Rp

Subject War Games - VIP Part 2



Dusk was settling in and with it even further reservations about spending
the night in this place. After watching the man for over an hour Mahalia
finally made the decision to approach him, hanging a hope and half a prayer
on the fact that he might know the way out of this particularly infernal
piece of Claith's creation.

She moved slowly, purposely trying not to startle a man in the near darkness
with a blade. The affect she gave however, this close to Abaddon, with her
leg bound, coming slowly out of the mists and dark was anything but the
affect she was trying for. In a staggering motion of his own, the man swung
his sword in her general direction, causing her to dive for the underbrush
in her own attempt to draw her weapon. Of course her father had left her
with exactly one sword. Mahalia grumbled as she drew the blade, the edge on
it nearly as sharp as the edge of a spoon, almost. This was a wargame after
all, her weapons were stowed at home where no real harm would come to anyone
in the mock battles. And she would of course, now need to fight for her
life against a half crazed man convinced she was undead, with a dull blade.

The ensuing battle, if it could be called that was a rash of newly
sharpened, swinging blade against spoon-dull length of metal Mahalia had
found in her sword sheath. Mentally cursing her father as well as anyone
else involved in getting her here without a proper sword, she swung again in
just enough time to block the imprecise but no less passionate attack aimed
at her and roll out of the way. Issuing a number of profanities along with
calling her every undead creature she had heard off, the man made chase
after in a crashing fury as Mahalia scrambled through the brush as best as
she could while still bound.

A metallic clang cut through the deafening moans and growls of the area as
the sword struck plate, and a thankful prayer left her lips at the fact that
she was at least in her breastplate. Pure shock and adrenaline from the
battle kept her attention focused more on fighting for her life and not the
resulting slice through the upper part of her arm that had accompanied the
strike to the chest. In an effort to escape her crazed attacker, Mahalia
delivered a possibly dishonorable and swift kick to the nether regions of
the man, his hands dropping down to attempt to further protect his manhood
and loosing the blade in the process. He was just a moment too late.
Grabbing the sword, Mahalia turned it on her attacker with her back to the
ground, cursing the fact that her bound leg for this 'exercise' might cost
her more than steps and days, it could cost her life. The blood was seeping
from the wound to her right arm now and she switched the blade to her left
as she attempting to locate the man in the darkness.

The first rock missed the mark, falling a foot to the left of her head and
causing Mahalia to jump up as best as one can with a bound leg, nearly
toppling over in the process. The second, nearly caught her in temple,
scratching the skin and causing blood to seep into her vision. Swinging
blind, she felt the blade catch against something before being washed in a
heated spray as the man fell to the ground. She was safe, now to get out of
this blasted grove.

A trail of carefully broken, yet partially hidden twigs marked her path,
along with an unnoticed smear of crimson amongst the leaves. She would not
retrace her steps again, shifting grove or not, she was going home.




Writer: Kynthelig
Date Sat May 9 05:37:02 2015




Writer: Kynthelig
Date Sat May 9 05:58:30 2015




Writer: Leadero
Date Sat May 9 20:17:16 2015

To All New_Thalos | Necrucifer Imm RP |

Subject The Keep of Kalib-Dur - The Beginning


The Keep of Kalib-Dur. Also called the Sand Fortress. At one time, it
was the furthest human settlement within the desert, a way station out
in the vast, rolling dunes of sand to allow caravans a place to stop
and rest. From atop the dunes, gazing down into the black reaches
below, the eyes could pick out nothing. The giant stone walls stood
silent and empty, like great and silent sentinels abandoned in a place
where time no longer moved.

A long time was passed laying atop the dune, hidden beneath a tanned
skin. He did not move. Scorpions crawled past and over. The wind that
blew deposited sand atop and still he did not move. His stomach made
growls of hunger, but he did not eat. When his bladder pained him, he
simply released where he was, allowing the sands to soak it up. The
all powerful sun, which ruled their lives as surely as their own
natures, rose and then set. Through the heat of the day and the chill
of the night, still he did not move. Only when the moon rose into the
midst of the sky did he finally crawl forward.

Through the day, he had seen nothing. Not a shadowy flicker. No slow
and furtive movements; no rapid and panicked darts for cover. Even
the few and hungry beasts of this part of the dunes appeared to stay
well away from the stone walls of Kalib-Dur. It set his teeth on edge
and the hair at the back of his neck stand on end. Now, it was his
turns to see the inside. With great care, keeping the hide over his
back, he slowly crawled down the side of the dune, going at an angle
and a pace agonizingly slow, just as he had been taught years before.

Pushing open the great gate took All of his strength, his muscles
straining against the exertion. There was no squeaking, no screeching,
only the soft clatter of wood against stone, muffled by the sands.
He made only enough space to slip inside, then immediately pressed
himself back against the stone, sliding sideways into the deeper and
darker shadows. The moment his eyes adjusted and he saw the scene
before him, he bit back a growl.

The great courtyard was a grisly scene of chaos and death. Ancient
skeletons littered the ground, broken and left where they had fallen.
They were garbed in their ancient armors, stained black by whatever
force had also managed to turn the ground into a shimmering surface.
He moved forward slowly, his eyes slowly and carefully scanning his
surroundings one section at a time so that he was less likely to miss
any details or hidden threats. He paused only to kneel and touch the
ground, his fingertips reaching out to touch the ground and discover
that the shiny substance was, in fact, glass. Most disconcerting as
his eyes picked up even more of the shimmer All about the courtyard.
As he had once said to Viona, like recognized like and whatever had
happened here was of the same ilk he had been born of.

As he went to stand, something prickled on the edge of his awareness
and sent a warning along his spine. Only through years of relentless
training did he spring forward, rolling out of the way rather than
rising fully into a stand. As he spun about, unsheathing his sword
and raising it in defense, the wraith bore down upon him with an
unworldly screech. The thing was the essence of nightmares, its form
not substantial, wreathed in the tattered and blackened robes; its
clawed, bony fingers matched the drawn, eyeless face as it surged
after him.

The creature was formidable, hissing and crying out in rage as it
attempted to reach his flesh, but was blocked by his sword and his
shield. However, where his body was conditioned from day after day
of rigorous training, he was only powered by the strength they held
and the will to use them. He was no match for the unliving madness
and hatred that compelled the wraith to continue to pursue him. As
his songs fell on ears that did not hear, he knew he had walked in
to a place he could not yet tame. His pride stinging, he leaped
out of the way.





Writer: Leadero
Date Sat May 9 20:17:48 2015

To All New_Thalos | Necrucifer Imm RP |

Subject The Keep of Kalib-Dur - The Beginning (2)


Rolling, he left behind the angry wail of the wraith, but only for
a moment. He had just enough time to stand and look about at the
ruins of the grand hall, blood dripping down the side of his face
from one of the wraith's blows. He saw the now familiar blackened
corpses of the keep's defenders, and got a glimpse of some thing
that was grotesquely bloated and an odd green color. There were a
set of stairs leading upward that seemed capable of bearing weight
and that was All he had time to truly take in. As the wraith came
at him once more, he ducked beneath a blow and ran for it.

He would return later, and more prepared. Task or none, he was now
curious about the power that had lain waste to the fortress. As
sweat dripped down his face, he stopped at the top of the dune to
look back over his shoulder. He needed to grow stronger, and so he
would.




Writer: Berlanin
Date Sun May 10 12:29:50 2015




Writer: Jainie
Date Sun May 10 14:04:09 2015




Writer: Jainie
Date Sun May 10 14:22:45 2015




Writer: Leadero
Date Mon May 11 02:24:47 2015

To All New_Thalos Liviya Lirexa | Necrucifer Imm RP |

Subject The Growing Pains



The day dedicated to Mothers came, and then went. Leadero lay on the massive
bed in his mother's manse. To his left, Liviya and Lirexa lay soundly asleep
while he lingered awake into the night. On his chest lay a parchment that, at
an earlier point in the day, had held a design that he had planned on turning
into a gift. That moment had never come, as he had failed to find materials
suitable enough; nor had he been able to locat an Artisan able to help him in
its making.

His mother, as benevolent as she was, had said that she would wait for his
gift, which pleased him. To make it up to her, as she visited with him and
Lirexa, along with Viona and Vershae, in the house of Dyaki Tatchkoma, he had
gone out into the desert once more. His axe sliced with ease through creatures
that had, at one point, been too much for him to handle. He mucked up several
attempts to butcher the creatures, but had eventually been able to return
with a small bundle of goods - a condor leg, some entrails of an oversized
beetle, and the white goo that he and Viona had previously discovered inside
of a Thalosian Spider's egg sac. Which, of course, had prompted an interesting
conversation.

Grinning to himself, he picked up the parchment and set it over on the side
table. He then carefully extracted his left arm, though the females still
stirred lightly and moved closer to each other. He worked the prickles and
kinks from his limb as he moved to the dresser, taking in the finery he had
worn for a few years. They no longer fit. Had not fit for some time, in fact,
but it had been a chore to get in touch with the tailors. He picked up each
item and with care, moved them into the armoire that would act as permanent
storage for the articles. He no longer needed mementos of his past. His time
in the present, and the outlook of his future, were far too comforting to
need the reminder.

As he placed the cape made from the fur of a white lion into the racks, a
voice tingled in his mind.

"Understand this...peace breeds complacency, if you allow it." The words
of Warden Vershae were as strong in his memory as they had been when they
were spoken in the midst of the ruins of Kalib-Dur. There, he had stood
amongst the wreckage, his body battered and bloodied by the wraiths, as he
learned about the price of complacency. "More than likely this place became
so comfortable with peace, other duties were neglected. The cityguard's
primary task it to ensure the safety of the city."

The memory was a sobering one, and made him turn around to look at the
two sleeping figures in the pile of blankets and covers. Both heads of
raven colored hair rested deep within the pillows, still and at peace. A
luxury that did not linger in rest, or the waking hours, as he had learned
during his long years in the Academy. Moreso, now, as he was entering the
true years of his adulthood and working daily to become a prominent member
of the kingdom, he realized the privilege of strength, and diligence. Both
were necessary if he intended to keep these brief, private moments for his
own sanity.

Picking up his training gear, he strapped everything into place in the
hallway. Though his body was weary and bruised, he knew he could push a
little further before he would have to rest. The time to grow stronger was
now, and he would not let it pass by him; over the next couple of years, as
he grew bigger and his body and mind stronger, he held true to his word,
never once letting an opportunity pass where he might gain even a little of
the strength that would allow him to preserve All that meant anything to
him.




Writer: Merrida

Date Mon May 11 08:02:13 2015




Writer: Cailene

Date Mon May 11 14:36:35 2015

To All IMM RP

Subject A New Beginning (Part 1)



Cailene and Brajda walked into the clearing of what was left of his
pridelands, how desolate and lonely it looked now. No signs of life
anywhere and barely any vegetation to be seen. Brajda led them to a spot
close to where he had been born in a center of a clearing. She circled the
clearing concentrating on the strong power flowing from the earth. Once
done, she walked to the center of the clearing and it was that spot were
they began to prepare for the ritual of the ancestors. She dug a round pit
in the ground and lined it with stones as Brajda searched for dry firewood.
Once clearing concentrating on the strong power flowing from the earth.
Once done, she walked to the center of the clearing and it was that spot
were they began to prepare for the ritual of the ancestors. She dug a round
pit in the ground and lined it with stones as Brajda searched for dry
firewood. Once done, Brajda walked in with the firewood and she instructed
him to place it in the pit and sit down across from her and he did.

Cailene sat down across from him and crossed her legs. "Concentrate on the
Ancestors for their blessings.
He gave a slight nod as she watched as
Brajda closed his eyes. She outstretched her arms resting them palm up on
her knees, faced the sky, and closed her eyes "I call upon the Cailene sat
down across from him and crossed her legs. "Concentrate on the Ancestors
for their blessings.
He gave a slight nod as she watched as Brajda closed
his eyes. She outstretched her arms resting them palm up on her knees,
faced the sky, and closed her eyes "I call upon the ancestors of pride
Maasai, we wish to know you are here, show us a sign of your presence so we
may seek your blessings."
She waits a few moments and nothing happens. "I
call upon the the ancestors of pride Maasai, we wish to know you are here,
show us a sign of your presence so we may may seek your blessings."
The
skies become overcast with dark clouds as a streak of lightning flashes
through the sky dropping down and lighting the firepit.

She faces the fire and opens her eyes "Ancestors, your child Brajda comes to
you as the only living descendant of Maasai, he asks for your blessing to
lead your pride and build it to its once glory."
The ground begins to
shake slightly as a small break in the clouds forms, a ray of sunshine beams
down from the sky shining over Brajda's head. She smiles as she knows he
has received the ancestors blessing. "Ancestor's of the Maasai king, Braja
seeks his spirit companion, his companion of strength, honor, and pride,
send him his companion as only you can offer him."
The earth shakes once
again as a huge mist of a bison appears in the sky, red eyes and fiery
hooves drifts down and enters Brajda's body.

Cailene looks at Brajda "You can open your eyes now." Brajda opens his
eyes with a smile. He looks at her "What is next my love." She looks at
him with concern in her eyes. "No matter what happens you must stay where
you are. You cannot move or get in the way."
Brajda nods worriedly. "I
call upon the ancestors of Hania to release me from my bonds, I choose to
renouce Hania and All that it was. I speak to the ancestors of Maasai to
accept me into your fold."
The cloud above her head darkens to almost
black as a form of a black fox appears from out of it. In the white cloud
above Brajda the form of an massive eagle appears with extremely large
talons.





Writer: Cailene

Date Mon May 11 14:51:14 2015

To All IMM RP

Subject A New Beginning (Part 2 The End)



The fox, ready for its attack, drops down at Cailene at at a quick speed
trying its best to get at her as the massive eagle flies down and knocks the
fox off its mark. They go back into the sky, the fox peering at the eagle
furiously. It once again drops down as the eagle swoops down at it, but
this time the fox was quicker, cutting a deep gash in Cailene's arm before
the eagle finally attacked the fox. The fight ensues. The fox dodging at
the eagle and the eagle grabbing the fox with its sharp talons. The fox
thrashes about and gets loose from the eagles grip. The eagles dark eyes
peer at the black fox with as it attacks once again, but this time attacking
the foxes eyes and blindind it. The black fox gives up the fight and
disappears into the dark cloud as the black cloud fades into nothingness.
Brajda looking worriedly at the gash on her arm but does not move from his
spot. The eagle flying just above Cailene's head.

Cailene, exhausted from the battle and the blood loss, knowing Hania has
given up the fight, forces herself to continue. I call upon the ancestors
of the King of Maasai, I have become one with the the King, I ask you for
your acceptance and blessing to continue by his side as Queen of Maasai. I
promise pride in the ways of our ancestors. I humbly come to you with my
entire soul."
She lowers her head in respect to the ancestors as a ray of
the sun beams down over her. The eagle overhead turning into a mist and
drops down into her body.

Brajda lowers his head in respect as Cailene keeps her head lowered, the two
beams of light connecting into one. As the lights start to fade she opens
her eyes slowly watching as the light dissipates. "You may open your eyes
now my king, it is over."
Brajda looks at her worriedly, running to her
side to tend to her wound. He looks in her eyes and smiles lovingly as she
smiles lovingly back at him. "It is over my love." He holds his hand over
her wound. "Yes, my queen."





Writer: Jainie

Date Mon May 11 18:46:46 2015




Writer: Jadelyn

Date Tue May 12 18:47:19 2015




Writer: Verdemar

Date Tue May 12 19:48:27 2015

To Shadow Ellminaidra Aeryc ( Necrucifer Imm All )

Subject The Hunt: Drenauw Vaes



Finding Vaes was easy.

The man was hardly discreet when he was a Novice. He became boisterously
less so upon his knighting ceremony. Some men never learn. What started
out as a few card games against fellow soldiers on break became a full-blown
gambling addiction. This man, who once held a line of our knights as wave
after wave of yinnae berserkers broke against their pikes, wagered until he
begged for pittances from his comrades to toss at Lady Luck.

His destitution reached its apex one dreary night in the Month of Battle, a
year ago. I remember it All too well.

I sat within the Black Rose, one of my regular haunts, chatting idly with
one of the MacLeod clan. Several tables away, a group of men spoke, far too
loudly, rambunctiously offering their particularly lewd observations of the
passing waitresses to the tavern at large. Ser Vaes had far too much to
drink. You could practically see the amber colour of the man's sweat as it
pored down his overweight face, droplets hanging from that wobbling
triple-chin like an unfrozen stalactite.

He was repulsive.

I would not be surprised if others' repulsion to him drove the man to
gamble. I had never seen Drenauw with a woman, save for the nights he won
big, and the money-hungry floozies flocked to his side, blowing on his dice
with would-be seduction masking the contemptuous pursing of their lips, and
the snide rolls of their eyes when one of his meaty hands found its way to a
shapely buttock.

His lecherous nature, however, was not what drew my attention that night.

It was the distinctly muffled sound of a sheathed sword being drawn, and the
clatter of iron on wood as the large man threw it on the table.

I did not believe he could be serious. Even from my position, three tables
distanced from Vaes, I could feel the aura emanating from that weapon. The
familiar pit of dread, anathema to All that many consider holy. As Captain
of the Guard, it is my duty to perform punitive purification for actions
just like this one. What game was this knight playing?

I settled into my seat, no longer paying attention to the MacLeod girl
prattle on. She continued, heedless, mindlessly chattering about the gossip
of the Highlands. Whose father was irate that his daughter was being plowed
by whom, and who had too much to drink the night before.

My eyes were riveted on the shipwreck happening before my very eyes.

Vaes was not a poor gambler, save that he did not know when to quit while he
was ahead. Vaes was not the sort of man to think beyond his current hand.
This rang true while he gambled and while he lived his everyday life. He
did not seek to educate himself in any fashion, and oft found himself at the
mercy of his peers, when it came to naming our foes.

The Highlands are not merely my home, but also the home of many of the men
and women who are drawn to Gareth and Storm. Something to do with the
martial way we are All raised bends our minds easily to the dedication
necessary of Knighthood. There is something of a pact within the Rose,
enforced by a mob mentality fueled by too much whiskey and too many sheep
stomachs, that those of Gareth and those of Storm may both drink peaceable,
without interference from the other side.

We do not have to like one another, but we hold a mutual respect. For some,
this respect bleeds the line. It is one thing to share a drink in the same
tavern. It is another entirely to freely wager your life's coin with the
enemy.

Thus it came to pass that a member of God's eternal Knighthood did wager his
sword, blessed by a member of the Sanctum, on a bluff fueled by liquid
courage and stupidity. As the men each raised their bets around the table,
Vaes began to sweat a little more profusely, his hands shaking anxiously as
the first man laid his cards down. Nine high.




Writer: Verdemar

Date Tue May 12 19:51:25 2015

To Shadow Ellminaidra Aeryc ( Necrucifer Imm All )

Subject The Hunt: Drenauw Vaes (pt. 2)



His gaze flicked to the next man, a squat dwarf from the halls of
Thaxanos, twenty-six ales in and showing no signs of stopping. He had just
recently ordered another mug for each fist. The dwarf, though, had wisely
folded earlier in the hand, preferring instead to play a quick drinking game
with a nearby teen, slamming back four shots in two gulps, one stacked atop
the other before draining a mug of Skullsplitter each. The teenager had to
be carted off by his laughing friends. The final player in the small group
of gamblers, barring Drenauw Vaes himself, set down his own cards, an
Arkanian flush.

I saw Vaes sink into his chair, his shoulders slumping forwards in defeat,
before I saw his cards. The man had obviously lost.

The portly Knight tried, in vain, to recollect his sword before the man
opposite him had a chance to, but it was too late. As his far-luckier
opponent rose, I had a better opportunity to study his face. He was a
lesser captain of Gareth, a man known to lead a small militia on Tropica.
An outpost against the beasts of Chaos.

I excused myself from the vapid MacLeod girl courteously, leaving coins on
the table to pay for my own meal and drinks, as well as fund hte girl's
drinks for the remainder of the night. Stepping outside without attracting
too much attention, I managed to get the attention of a dark-cloaked man
hidden in the shadows of the general store across the street. With a few
pointed gestures, I explained to him what had happened.

The emmissary of Nordmaar's thieves' guild got the point, and I slipped him
a worn pouch of blue diamonds. Later that night I would return to claim the
sword from him, after he had removed it from the Knight's care, and pay the
man the remainder of his due.

For now, I had hunting to do. I re-entered the Rose, scanning the cardtable
for the traitorous member of Storm, but was unable to find the brazen beast
anywhere. He must have seen me leaving the tavern, and known what was to
come.

I would have been well within my rights to seek out the Captain of
Nordmaar's guard, and have the city locked down until I could locate this
pitiful excuse for a knight, but I will be honest. There is a part of me
that is sporting, and it had been some time since I was able to hunt an
oathbreaker.

I made my way back to Storm Keep, and wrote my letters, seeking the
whereabouts of newcomers matching Vaes' description.

The hunt was on.




Writer: Verdemar
Date Tue May 12 21:20:37 2015

To Shadow Ellminaidra Aeryc ( Necrucifer Imm All )

Subject The Hunt: Drenauw Vaes (pt. 3)



Drenauw Vaes was not the sort of man to go without his vices for a
prolonged period of time. Even before his transgressions where our most
storied of weapons are concerned, I had been keeping an eye on him. Men who
oft visit whores are rarely to be trusted. Something about feminine
lubricant quickly slicks a besotten man's tongue, and they spill more
secrets than they know how to keep.

Many of the letters I sent out in search of Vaes were directed to the
farious madames of well-known whorehouses across Algoron, while some went to
lesser-known brothels bearing more common familial names than any such
establishment has a right to.

Responses did not come quickly, and I am certain that many failed to respond
for fear that their words might bring the wroth of God down upon their
places of business. Thankfully, after about six months of combined patience
and combing the disreputable businesses myself, I received something
concrete. A portly man vaguely matching Drenauw Vaes' description had been
frequenting a pleasurehouse on Tropica, some out-of-the-way two storied
building in a village primarily composed of mud huts. From the way the
letter read, the whorehouse was the primary source of income for the
village, and All girls aged sixteen to twenty-eight were conscripted to work
and learn the 'arts' passed down from woman to woman.

Of course this was where Vaes set himself up.

I maintained written communication with the brothel's madame for over a
month, during which she made the wayward Knight her premier customer,
treating the man like a King, even when he had no coin to spend. Vaes grew
comfortable, complacent. He forgot his vows, thinking himself beyond the
reach of God's Chosen. The runaway was pampered, his masculine needs tended
to day and night. The man grew fat in the lap of luxury, whatever strength
once filling his obese frame sinking further beneath that mask of jiggling
lard. Bears hibernating for the winter would envy him.

I booked my passage on a merchant junk, offering to work my way across the
sea to the south of Storm. I will save you the time and trouble reading
through my accounting of it: know that the time passed uneventfully, and
when I arrived on Tropica it was to little fanfare. I did not bring my
armament with me, wearing instead the uniform of an officer of minor rank in
a well-known mercenary company. The sort of man who wouldn't be amiss if he
were to spend a week or two whoring and drinking.

I spent some of the money I had allocated for this mission paying an
illusionist in the Tropican jungles to mask my appearance. Those who know
me are well aware of the obvious scarring I bear. I am not an easy man to
miss. I took on the babyface countenance of a fresh soldier, given command
by Daddy's money. When I swaggered into The Dripping Candlestick, hardly an
eye turned to me.

Taking a seat by the window, I ordered an ale and offered the half-nude
woman dancing before me a smile, raising my mug in her direction. The woman
made to straddle my lap as I watched Vaes. He was easily the most
recognizable man in the room, and his time away from the Keep had only
served to widen his countenance. Where once a triple-chin hung beneath a
whiskered face, now smooth, rounded jowls hung blubberingly, swaying as he
shoved food into his gullet: truly a goblin king in every sense of the word.
I imagine if the women of the Candlestick had not bathed him themselves, he
would have bore a strench unrivaled by any outside the ogre kingdom's walls.

He laughed raucously as women fed him grapes, pouring wine into his great
maw, though most of it seemed to dribble into the bristling, patchy scruff
the would-be knight called a beard and staining the cloth of his tunic.

He was too concerned with the pleasures of his hedonistic lifestyle to pay
me any mind. This was almost too easy.




Writer: Verdemar
Date Tue May 12 21:24:35 2015

To Shadow Ellminaidra Aeryc ( Necrucifer Imm All )

Subject The Hunt: Drenauw Vaes (pt. 4)



Weeks passed like this, as I made myself known to the people in the inn.
I went at odd times, sometimes int he morning, others at night. I fed them
stories of my life in the mercenary camps, and was greeted with the bought
affectations of a dozen whores. This paled in comparison to the veritable
squadron of women that attended to Vaes at All times, rubbing his skin,
stretched too-tight over a body full of poisons: alcohol and poor
sustenance.

The former knight looked like too-much sausage shoved into too-little
casing.

After a month had passed, I waited for the middle of the week, following my
target's standard schedule. This was the night signaling the apex of his
hedonistic lifestyle. From here until the end of the week, his activities
would lessen, until his cycle started once more at the beginning of the
following week. It had to be tonight.

I had worked out a series of signals with the establishment's madame, one
Cassandra Dean. Likely an acquired name. I made eye contact with her an
exchanged a series of pre-arranged handsignals. The first communication I
had with the woman since my arrival in this God forsaken village. She
seemed surprised, but nodded and spoke quietly with a small, demure girl, no
older than fifteen. The whorehouse equivalent of a Squire in training, no
doubt.

The girl approached me and shyly smiled, offering me her hand as though to
lead me upstairs. I took her hand, rising and ascending the stairs behind
this bare slip of a girl slowly, settling myself into the all-too-familiar
Thrill of the hunt. I felt my pulse pick up before I stifled it, choking it
back down. The girl led me to a room with a closed door, and from within I
could hear the telltale signs of a woman having to pretend to enjoy herself.

Pitiful.

I slipped ten gold coins to the girl before ushering her off, preparing
myself mentally for the road ahead.

"God, hear me now. The man upon whom I am to deliver your Justice has
betrayed every ideal we hold dear. This man must die, that the fidelity of
Storm Keep be maintained. With his death, I condemn All who would gamble
away the gifts God has bestowed upon Algoron. With his death, I solidify as
Your eternal sword upon this world, and those beyond, purifying the faith
from those who would mar it with the impious. Let my sword remove this
traitorous heretic's head while he experiences the peaks of his climax, and
let the unholy power coursing through my veins and blade turn his ecstasy to
unmitigated horror.
"

As I finished my prayer, I took a short running start and kicked in the door
at its knob. Splinters of wood sprayed the bed beyond, and I found my
charge tied to the bed, surrounded by well-meaning women of ill repute. I
let the illusionist's spell dissipate from my features and watched as the
man bedded before me realized what fate awaited him. He struggled
fruitlessly against the ropes binding him, his climax ruined, leaving his
own candlestick wetly dripping.

"Drenauw Vaes, former Knight of Storm Keep, for actions against the sanctity
of God's Dawn and a betrayal of your oaths, you are hereby sentenced to
death.
" The words had hardly left my mouth before my blade swung, energy
crackling along its length as the unholy power bestowed upon the arcanium
raged in its confinement. The blade bit deep, severing the disgustingly
toad-like protruding neck of Drenauw Vaes, once Knight of Storm Keep.

We watched him bleed out together, the ladies of The Dripping Candlestick
and I, and with a liberal spreading of coin among the remaining women, I was
able to ensure that what remained of the renegade once I had removed and
bagged his head would be disposed of with a minimal fuss. All that remained
was to return his head to the Dark Lord of Storm Keep, and re-assume my
position as Captain with Storm.




Writer: Swilt

Date Tue May 12 23:04:18 2015

To All Pirates

Subject A Kender's Life For Me! *P1*



Swilt smiled while reaching his arms out wide, baking in the summer sun
that sparkled across the ocean waves ahead of him. He loved the taste of
the sea salt through his teeth as the ship lurched and crashed through the
peaking waves. His amber blond hair whistled out behind him in waves that
came to rest at his shoulders only in fleeting moments. These were the
moments he lived for, sure the excitement of finding something extremely
shiny, or a wondrous adventures that this type of life was privy to was
pretty great too.

A small pod of dolphins leapt up and out of the water, as Swilt gave a
primitive shout of approval for their display. His clothes were a tattered
mess of dirty brown leather hide that had started to nearly completely wear
away from being handed down from one person to the next. He didnt care
about his appearance. This was the life for him.

Hes an idiot, A fat bearded man shook his head in complete disapproval. Hes
going to fall off the damned railing one of these times, standing like that.
The man spit to the wooden plank a couple of paces from wear he and a long
dark haired man stood.

He has served your needs hasnt he? The dark haired man said from buried in
the hood of his cloak.

I wasnt complaining about your work, we both know your the best at what you
do. The round stomach man grinned.

And your a decent enough pirate, at least decent enough that you pay for my
services, as illegal in Algoron as they might be. Cold black eye bore holes
into the unaware kender balancing from one foot to the other to meet each
convulsion the ship gave.

Dont know what kind of damned world we live in that owning a couple slaves
is a crime. The fat under the mans chin shook as he growled the words. If
you could get me a couple more of these type. Little, sneaky devils, they
dont even exactly understand what they are doing is wrong. Best damned
pirate Ive ever saw. Again the man spit a green film from his wobbly jaw.



Swilt had little memory of a time before the stranger in the black hood had
taken him by the hand as he was out exploring so many years ago. Now his
only memory were the exciting adventures he was lucky enough to have.

Land! Swilt turned and leapt out over the deck of the ship in a single
motion. Are we going to find some new treasures!




Writer: Brimstune

Date Thu May 14 10:51:51 2015




Writer: Mahina

Date Thu May 14 17:27:17 2015

To All Imm RP ( Nadrik )

Subject It Takes a City



Mahina walked though the streets of Althainia as the memories filled her
mind. Duf and her having chats at the temple, All the people watching over
her, and those who stopped and gave her a helping hand. She missed her
parents with her whole heart but their was nothing she could do to awaken
them as a child.

She grew up in the castle as everyone took a bit of time out of their day to
teach her manners, ettiquete, and the ways of honor. In time she grew into
a beautiful young woman with wisdom beyond her years. She walked gracefully
through Althainia assisting those in need. She had a smile for everyone she
met and curtseyed gracefully to All her superiors.

She is truly blessed to know that, in her parents absence, it took a city to
raise her.





Writer: Nessah

Date Thu May 14 20:46:46 2015




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Date Fri May 15 01:15:01 2015




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Date Fri May 15 01:16:20 2015




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Date Fri May 15 01:17:48 2015




Writer: Brimstune
Date Fri May 15 01:25:43 2015




Writer: Swilt
Date Fri May 15 01:26:00 2015

To All RP

Subject A Kender's Life For Me! *P2*



Swilt Tumblewave landed from a nearly impossible leap across the rapidly
dividing floor. The marble stones of temple shook and started to fall in
large slabs toward the ground and down into the opening abyss. With a tuck
of his head the small kender boy went into a roll and just managed to not
only avoid being brained by a colliding stone but squeaked under the exit.
The huge granite slab sealing away the rest of the secrets left behind, for
the rest of time.

Easy, Swilt laughed, as he quickly took a deep black towel from his bag and
caught as much of the blood pouring out of his shoulder as possible. He
tossed a snakeskin purse to the waiting hands of round bellied Pirate
Captain. Though I think I might have got some dirt in my eyes, everything
is getting a little foggy.


Walk it off, and go see the ship cleric, youll be fine enough kender. The
Captains fat lips shook as he spoke and bits of spit showered down a couple
inches in front of him.

Not like you, A hooded man with long black hair approached the side of the
Captain, as they watched the boy wonder off in a zigzag fashion. Isnt you
thing more, burn the cities down, steal the wenches, and pee in the
fountains?


Didnt I pay you? The fat mans face reddened. Is this the real damned
price of buying a kender, having to be visited by a spook like you?


The pitch black eyes of the hooded man gleamed with an almost amusement at
the comment. I simply am checking on how much you are liking your property.
A stillness came to the air around the two men and for a moment neither of
them spoke.

I- the Captain began but the hooded man brought a gloved finger to his lips
to signal for the other to remain quiet. I dont care about your stupid
magic!


Its passed now anyway. Something in the air, seems you upset some spirits
being in this temple this day.
The darked form turned his eye back on the
Captain. I hope whatever was inside was worth their anger.

I certainly dont care about that damned nonsense either! What are you
wanting from me Collector? I might have thought about getting a couple more
of these little freaks from you, if you didnt keep bothering me so.
The
fat mans face had become completely cherry red. The Captain normally would
have killed someone like The Collector by now for confusing his brain this
much.

O, Im afraid I can only provide this one for you. Its more of a test for
his kind then it is about the worthless eggs you paid me, or your glutinous
gains through his skills.
Again the figures midnight eyes shimmered with
excitement.

Those jeweled eggs were the real thing! The Captain raged his holy large
body shaking and his hand almost grabbing for his firearm in reflex.

Without doubt good man, without doubt. The Collector began to withdraw,
not out of fear but to drift back toward the shadows hed appeared. I enjoy
putting things were they dont belong and seeing how they turn out. Lets see
what kind of pirate this kender boy turns out to be.


The Captain remained confused and quiet for a few moments left alone next to
the crumpled entrance of the temple. I should have just bought a damned
dog.




Writer: Aerebtheteh

Date Fri May 15 11:50:39 2015




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Date Fri May 15 21:32:49 2015




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Date Fri May 15 21:42:44 2015




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Date Sat May 16 09:54:03 2015




Writer: Reagan

Date Sat May 16 12:23:05 2015




Writer: Gabhran

Date Sat May 16 19:08:05 2015




Writer: Styrkar

Date Sat May 16 19:23:13 2015




Writer: Rellinath

Date Sat May 16 20:14:59 2015

To All althainia imm rp

Subject Fight, pt. 1 (Althainian Wargames, Week 2)



Rellinath drew his squad to a halt as Minah's ears pinned flat and a low
growl issued from her throat. Something had caught her attention, something
serious judging by the panther's reaction. He jumped down from the saddle
of his horse and walked over to where Minah stood, crouched in awareness.

"What is it, my friend? What's out there? "

The panther turned to Rellinath and growled again, scratching at the ground
twice. Rellinath nodded in response. Though of course the panther couldn't
speak the common tongue, she understood it well enough, and she had her own
way to "talk" to Rell.

"Two people. "

The panther reached a paw up and swatted at Rellinath's swordbelt.

"A battle? "

Minah scratched at the ground excitedly, then reached a paw up and lightly
swatted Rellinath's arm, her claws just barely drawing blood. As focused as
Rellinath was on his friend, he didn't even register the pain.

"Blood has been shed. "

She growled again, then reached out with her paw once more, swatting at
Rellinath's left hand. The panther's claw hooked on a ring on his finger
and pulled insistantly, then she suddenly wheeled and darted into the brush.
Rellinath felt All of the blood drain out of his face as the realization of
this last action by the panther set in. He turned to his troops.

"Oh gods. Hali's wounded... Badly. "

All pretense of stealth gone, Rellinath's forces charged through the brush,
hardly caring if anyone pursued them at this point. This game had taken a
sinister turn, and Rellinath's thoughts went to Mahalia, wondering if he'd
make it in time. He didn't have long to wait, as Minah roared from ahead.
Rellinath and his forces charged into a clearing to see Mahalia, laying in a
pool of blood, some stranger off to the far side nearly decapitated with a
blood-smeared sword on the ground next to him. Rellinath jumped from his
horse before the beast had even come to a halt, running to Mahalia's side
and swearing. He tore at his belt for some curative herbs, something to
stop or at least slow the bleeding, but he knew that she needed more help
than he could offer.

"MINAH! Go get the cleric from the rear vanguard! Hurry! " The panther
obediently tore off through the underbrush as Rellinath worked at packing
the wound. After a while, Mahalia's eyes fluttered, then opened.

(cont)




Writer: Gabhran

Date Sat May 16 20:16:21 2015




Writer: Rellinath

Date Sat May 16 20:25:25 2015

To All althainia imm RP

Subject Fight, pt 2 (Althainian Wargames, Week 2)



"Rell.... Is that you? "

"Aye, Hali. You're safe now, we've got you. You're going to be alright.
"

Rell bent down and hugged Hali close to him, then froze as an unexpected but
familiar voice rose from the underbrush.

"OI, ain't this just a scene that shivers me timbers? " came the laughing
words of Captain Jadelyn Darkwater as she sauntered out from the underbrush,
a dagger in one hand and a pistol in the other. Rellinath lept to his feet,
taking a protective stance over Mahalia and shrugging his bow from his back,
an arrow finding his fingers and going to nock. Jadelyn's crossbowmen
appeared from the woods behind her, then shouted in alarm as the underbrush
responded to Rellinath's call, vines and branches entwining the men and
snaking around limbs and through weapons, locking All but two of them
tightly in place. These two fired, their bolts scoring two solid hits on
Rellinath's knights, one man dropping to the ground and the other spinning a
dramatic circle before collapsing to the ground in a clatter of plate.
Rellinath's eyes narrowed slightly at the theatrics... He was not in a
joking mood, not with his love still laying nearby in need of a healer.
Jadelyn apparently hadn't yet noticed the all-too real wounds on Mahalia, as
her attitude was still as joking and flippant as ever, and Rell knew the
Captain well enough to know that if she was aware of Hali's injuries that
she'd likely call off the whole thing and try to help her. Rell also know,
however, that Hali was not in mortal danger anymore, and that she'd protest
having the wargames called off on her account anyway, so he kept quiet for
now. He drew his bow back as the remainder of the knights advanced warily
on Jadelyn. The two remaining crossbowmen loaded their weapons and trained
them on Rellinath...

And then shouted in alarm as the roar of a panther echoed through the
clearing, Minah flying out down from a branch and burying one of the
crossbowmen under a rush that looked as if it was intended to kill (and
indeed the crossbowman shrieked in mortal terror before the panther gave him
a very affectionate lick across the nose to let him know she wasn't a real
enemy), and Rellinath took the opportunity to fire on the other crossbowman
as he wheeled to confront the new threat, the man taking an arrow to the
chest and sitting down chuckling. Jadelyn, suddenly finding herself alone,
shot forward in a rush, one of the knights stumbling and falling under the
sudden aggression, taking several hits from her dagger and admitting defeat.
Another of the knights turned to advance at her, but she levelled her pistol
at him, winked, and grinned.

"BANG! Yer dead! "

(cont)




Writer: Rellinath

Date Sat May 16 20:35:00 2015

To All althainia imm RP

Subject Fight, pt. 3 (Althainian Wargames, Week 2)



The knight stopped, looking at Jadelyn in confusion for a second, then to
Rellinath, and then sitting down as Rellinath's affirming nod came that yes,
the strange device could indeed kill him that easily. Rell braced himself,
his fingers searching for another arrow, hoping that the Captain didn't have
a second pistol handy.... But knowing that pirates typically did carry at
least two.

"Hey! Are we too late? " came a call from the side, catching both parties
by surprise.

Rionan and the wizard trotted out of th ebrush, their robes full of burrs
and thorns. Jadelyn reacted faster than Rellinath, sprinting at the wizard
so quickly he couldn't even begin the words of a spell as she flew through
the air, dropkicking him back into the brush so far that he vanished from
sight entirely. She sprang back to her feet, grabbing Rionan and putting
her dagger to his throat, grinning at Rellinath, who had dropped his bow and
drawn his blades instead.

"Gotcha! " she yelled as she drew the dagger across Rionan's throat, the
blunted blade doing no real harm. Not that this kept Rionan from gurgling
and clutching at his throat as if he'd really been slashed by the blade, of
course, dropping to the ground and making quite a show of his death scene.
Jadelyn grinned and pulled a second pistol from her belt, pointing it
directly at Rellinath.

"Well, Rell, it's been fun bu-WAIT WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?! "

The underbrush arose and ensnared Jadelyn. Her eyes shot around, spotting
Cieran and the cleric rushing into the clearing. The cleric immediately
went to Mahalia, and Jadelyn's eyes went wide as she finally noticed the
blood-soaked bandage on Hali's arm.

"OI, Rell, what happened to Hali? She's... Rell? Rell..? "

Her words trailed off as she felt a presence at her back, twin blades laid
on her shoulders, at both sides of her neck.

"You're out, Captain. And Hali will be okay, so don't worry. "

----------

Rellinath, Mahalia, and Cieran sat in the clearing, surveying the remaining
forces at this site. Cieran had told Rell about the battle at the rear
vanguard, Rell taking the news with a grim face, though he was comforted
that the color had returned to Mahalia's face after the cleric's healing.

"Alright. We have Mahalia, and she's safe. The question is, though....
"Now what?"

(fin)




Writer: Swilt

Date Sun May 17 01:15:04 2015

To All

Subject A Kender's Life For Me *P3*



The ship had long since seen its glory days. The ocean had the stillness
of unwavering glass. It reflected sunlight that danced like faeries across
the surface. The pirate sales were left limp and a few of the crew had cast
lines to compete to see who would catch the largest fish for dinner that
night. The night before had gone late into the night, with raunchy songs of
the things they would do to the next city they pillaged. The deck was still
slick with spilt alcohol and the sun cooked it into the air.

Swilt looked down at All of this from his perch from high above, he loved to
nest most night in the ships crows nest. It allowed him to avoiding being
the entertainment normally at his expense for thirty drunken pirates. This
was the only life he could remember, and he made the most of it. There was
part of him that wished he knew more about his past, about his kind. The
desire to reunite with the parents he was taken from or know the secrets of
his past always desolved away. There was always the next place to see, the
next adventure to be had, the next treasure to discover.

It was one of those treasures that had the majority of his attention. He
figured The Captain wouldnt mind if he just borrowed it for a couple of
days. He was the one after All whole braved the collapsing temple to secure
it. Hed replaced the gem with a stone and Swilt was certain the pirate
captain hadnt looked inside yet because he would have already come to claim
it. The perks of working for a drunk is sometimes he forgot about the best
treasures.

Swilt knew this one would be different. It was small, not like golden
statue or some of the other prizes hed seen during his time with the pirates
A simple green stone, but when he looked close enough it was like every star
in the sky spun around and if he didnt break his gaze he felt he could
almost tumble right in.

A violent roaring erupted from the deck below. The Captains private cabin
door smashing open in a thunder of the mans fat arms. His bare stomach
heaving in hairy matted sweat. You son of a warg! His eyes shot straight
up to Swilts hiding spot which wasnt exactly a secret. You better bring me
that damned stone this minute!
Spit flecked his thick grey beard.

Swilt grinned spinning the jewel across the back of his fingers before
letting it dance into his pocket. Coming Captain, IdontthinkIknow which
stone you mean!
The kender used a number of robes and ladder steps to make
like breeze and hit the deck in a flourish.

Come over here, The Captain motion his ham sized fist. The kender knew he
was in trouble, but as he got closer he hadnt realized how much. The man
swung out his giant arm and took dug his fingers into Swilts hair. Out of
reflex Swilt grabbed for his head letting out a yelp. In a single swing of
his arm The Captain flung the kender backward into his private quarters. We
are going to have words,
A fire danced in the eyes of the pirate.




Writer: Mahina

Date Sun May 17 08:12:54 2015

To All Imm RP ( Nadrik )

Subject Changes



Mahina was upset about so many things, her studies were going slow, she
lost her first love, and her parents had been missing for a long time and
were not there when she needed then. Her whole life had changed in the
blink of an eye and she did not know what to do. She sat in the woods
hidden amongst the trees where nobody would find her.

A few weeks had past, and with some assistance, she was able to finish her
training, and proudly wore the robes of the priesthood. As she left the
Temple, she started to realize, she had nobody to share the news with. She
walked to the garden, sitting by the tree and wept.




Writer: Cieran

Date Mon May 18 07:44:01 2015




Writer: Swilt
Date Mon May 18 14:26:04 2015

To All Imm

Subject A Kender's Life For Me! -Fin-



The room was nearly completely dark except for some stray sunlight that
had managed to break in through the slots of the shuttered windows. The
dank smell of old sweat and drink was thick in the air, and Swilt tried his
best to keep his focus as his body tumbled across the wood planks. He could
hear the thundering charge of The Captain behind him, the hard slamming of
the door after the man.

Everything I did for you! The Captain bellowed. Raging forward the fat
mans body now seemed a solid force of destruction his rotted teeth showing
through his snarl. In a single bound Swilt managed to get from his feet to
as far apart from the man as the little room allowed. I payed extra for
you! I could have bought some Yinn dog and been better off! You lying,
stealing snake of a creature. Ill rip off the tips of those pointed ears!

Again The Captain roared, swinging out one of his massive arms.

Avoiding the clutching grip of the pirate, Swilt kicked himself off the wall
and landed behind his assailant. The Captain swung his massive frame around
in a roaring of anger. I was just borrowing it I swear! Its not even that
nice of a jewel! Iveseenbigger!


Too late you little blasted rodent! Ive got my moneys worth out of you. No
more spook Collector when your gone, and no more pinching from my treasure.
Its the plank for you! The Captains eyes went wide with rage, the bloodshot
tinge lending to his look of absolute hatred. May the sea elves be kind to
your remains!
The Captain again charged, this time both his arms
outstretched in a wild pursuit of the kender.

Swilt managed to just duck under the first of the mans fists as the second
caught him by the throat. The kender took a quick breath as he felt the
giant mans fingers dig into his skin. Swilt brought his hands up to the
wrist of his captain and tried in vain to loosen the grip.

Or maybe I will just choke the life from your nasty little body right here.
The Captains face took on a certain satisfaction as he watched Swilts hands
drop to his side, the kenders breathing slowing as the struggle to retrieve
air became a defeat. No one steals from me, I AM CAPTA-

-BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM-

The giant man looked bewildered for a moment, his mouth dropping open in a
gasping of breath. Swilt dropped from his once solid grip, and as he hit
the ground the kender kicked his legs back and made as much distance as he
could from the pirate There in the center of The Captains chest, bleeding a
crimson blood as deep as ruby, a huge hole had been blown through his body.
Between the dying Captain and Swilt lay the weapon that had caused such
destruction. A single shot firearm, the one possession in the whole world
The Captain was never without.

In a thud the flithy, hair covered fat body of the once captain of this ship
fell face first into the wood planks. Swilt stood rubbing at his bruised
throat. Without a second thought the kender scooped up the firearm and
swung open the door of the cabin. Sunlight poured in over him, and seagulls
squawked high in the early morning sky. With a smile on his face Swilt
bounded his way to the wheel of the ship and with a single sweep of his hand
changed the course of the vessel.

Listen up pirates, your taking me home, wecanallgohome. He knew it was
finally time to rediscover the life that had been taken from him. It was
time to look for his family. There was no doubt he was a pirate through and
through, he even had the firearm to prove it. Before he was a pirate
though, he was a kender, and a kender needed to be free!




Writer: Arravis

Date Mon May 18 16:24:04 2015




Writer: Arravis

Date Mon May 18 16:33:10 2015




Writer: Thaydius

Date Mon May 18 16:48:06 2015

To All Asaza ( Religion Siccara Imm )

Subject None Should Suffer



Then you're waiting to die.

It was a morbid comment. Those tended to happen with Asaza, honestly. Her
proximity to the Black Moon was akin to the connection he had with the White
Moon. Either implicitly or explicitly, consciously or subconsciously, she
was representing the teachings of Evil. Even if she knew he was
incorruptable. In the same way that he would represent the teachings of the
White Moon to her, knowing that she could never be saved.

But the extremities of their viewpoints and the great valley between them
mattered little. They could have an endless number of conversations about
giving and taking. About personal responsibility and freedom. About
cooperating with the harmony of the gods and the fleeting mystery of their
lives that could only be uncovered by expressing their vast power. They had
known each other for so long. And even though they had less in common with
each other than Thaydius had with other paragons of the Light, he still felt
he knew her better.

For they had faced the same trials. They had met the same adversity from
mortals. They were described with half truths and assumptions. Mortals
knew next to nothing about them and cared to learn little more than enough
to dismiss them. They were hunted. They were feared. They were envied.
They were pitied. Him, a child of the White Moon and her, a daughter of the
Black Moon. In that one way, they were plenty alike. And it allowed them
to relate to one another.

She was a tall, muscular woman with dark skin and a sense of smugness. The
sobering seriousness was offset by the unpredictable flare of her wild
temper and passion. Because he saw her essence, the flames were invisible
to him. He could see the surface of her eyes and the cracks and glowing
fire were some layer over the aura itself. But the monster was too apparent
to others. Before she was Asaza, she was just a girl. Just as he was once
a boy. He could see it in her eyes. They were where fate brought them to
be.

He always disliked the concept of the Gods War. It was coined by Raije and
fit his motives. He had no desire to harm Asaza and nothing to gain for it.
He did not hate anything about her except the things she believed. But she
was more than her beliefs. They were family. It wasn't likely that mortals
would respect that reality, if it came down to it.

If he lived longer than her, he prayed that the mortals wouldn't desecrate
her body. The Fire Giant, even if a terrible and tremendous force of
darkness that worked directly against him in this world, deserved respect in
death. That he might be robbed the chance to mourn her by the very people
who believed they championed the same cause as him was a morbid thought.
Perhaps the mortals had more in common with her than they thought.




Writer: Arravis
Date Mon May 18 22:21:44 2015




Writer: Shalrienne
Date Tue May 19 12:27:58 2015




Writer: Shalrienne
Date Tue May 19 12:56:03 2015




Writer: Shalrienne
Date Tue May 19 13:25:35 2015




Writer: Cieran
Date Tue May 19 16:37:34 2015




Writer: Aeryc
Date Wed May 20 19:59:18 2015




Writer: Rellinath
Date Thu May 21 00:56:39 2015

To All althainia imm RP

Subject Flight (Althainian Wargames, interlude between wk2 and 3)



The small band of knights, Rellinath at their lead, prepared to press
north to the Shalonesti border. Rellinath wanted this over with as soon as
possible. Though the cleric had healed most of Mahalia's wounds and she was
no longer in imminent danger, there was something in her eyes (or, perhaps,
missing from them?) That worried him greatly. Before he and his troops
could depart, however, a warning growl from Minah issued forth, and
Rellinath turned to her. She scratched the ground, one, two, three, and
kept scratching. Rellinath knew what that meant... A large group of forces
was closing on their position fast.

"Get her out of here, now! We'll stop them here. ", Rellinath whispered to
the lead knight. They reared horses, and Rellinath gave Mahalia one last
worried look as she was escorted away by the Knights, hopefully towards
safety.

A glint shot through Rellinath's eyes as he gave a nod to the gathered men.
Seemed this wasn't over yet. But, gods willing, it would be very soon. He
raised his hand and called for his men to advance. Time to take the fight
to them.

(OOC: Rewritten to ret-conn the original story for newly available information)




Writer: Leadero
Date Thu May 21 02:19:55 2015

To All Liviya Lirexa Dyaki Makisha

Subject The Patchwork Gift


It had been an idea of a moment. A little seed of thought that had
somehow managed to take root in his mind and, over the course of several
days, began to sprout. He was not normally the creative type and for what
he had in mind, he would need the help of another more inclined to such
delicate tasks. So, the small, brief idea had been brought to Dyaki, the
lovely young ariel taking to the conspiracy with tremendous enthusiasm. It
was refreshing, and her access to supplies and ideas was very useful.

Makisha had joined them, a touch reluctantly, but with nearly as many ideas
as himself and Kiki combined. He had countered several ideas shared, but as
the first night of work progressed, more had been added, then a little more.

First there had been discussions on how it should be made. Then, after that
was decided, there was talk of stuffing. That took some time, and when that
had been decided, there was discussion of fabrics and materials. This one
was the most lengthy, and in the end, the decision made was made to forego
choosing at all. The rest of the first night was spent digging through
various trinkets, snipping fabrics and engaging in quiet discussion. Though
perhaps most pleasing was that those from All walks and races had come
together for one, simple purpose.

A few days passed in busy chaos before there was one more evening in which
he found himself in Kiki's home, high within the giant tree. They worked
for some hours to finish the final details of the gift, but toward the end
he was disturbed by the voice of the intended gift recipient.

They spoke briefly and after only a few moments he realized his error. In
an effort to show thoughtfulness through material things, he had managed to
push away one of the people he cared about most. He and Kiki spoke for a
few moments on how they could have done better. And they realized that the
biggest error was forgetting that Lirexa could not see.

When naught could be done for the evening, they returned to their work. At
least they could finish what they began, in hopes that the finished item
would be pleasing enough to redeem them. The hours wound on, and when
finally neither could think straight enough to guide the materials into the
proper places, it was nearly complete. When daylight came, he would add the
very last touches to the gift. He only hoped the patchwork gift would
express their intentions, rather than their mistake.




Writer: Rellinath

Date Thu May 21 12:17:12 2015

To All althainia aiera imm rp

Subject Reckless, but inspired, pt 1 (Althainian Wargames, Finale)



An expectant hush fell across the forest as Rellinath, Cieran, and the
remainder of his forces crept through the forest with All of the stealth
that nearly a hundred men could muster. That didn't stop them from being
surprised as they came into a cleared area and came face-to-face with a
group of cavalry, being led by a VERY large minotaur.

"Krinthos. "

The minotaur grunted in acknowledgement and charged, his cavalry rushing
through Rellinath's infantry and parting them like a wave, several men
sitting down and acknowledging that they had taken what would have been
mortal blows from blunted weapons or lance-tips. Krinthos did not wheel to
continue his attack, however, and continued off into the woods. Rellinath
knew what that meant.

"Half of you infantry, with me! Pursue the cavalry! We have to stop them
before they discover the plan! The rest of you, keep advancing, Ruydiez has
to be up there somewhere! "

With that, Rellinath and a small group of men, accompanied by Minah, tore
off into the brush in hot pursuit. After a tense search, Rellinath and his
men noted that Krinthos' trail had looped back around. He was returning to
the primary confrontation, which meant he hadn't picked up the knight's
trail. They had the window of opportunity that they needed, or so he hoped.
He pressed his men hard, heading back towards the rest of the group, and
hearing the sounds of combat ahead they burst into the clearing just in time
to see Krinthos pull up just short of goring Cieran through the chest,
stating in a flat voice, "Finished. "

And so he was, as Minah lept onto the minotaur's back, her jaws closing
lightly around Krinthos' neck. The minotaur grunted once in acknowledgement
and dropped heavily to the ground, next to a chuckling Cieran.

Rellinath looked across the field of battle to see Ruydiez, the last
remaining enemy commander, heading up a small group of knights. Ruydiez
looked around the battlefield, men sitting everywhere, the aftermath of a
friendly battle that would have left the field soaked in blood had it been
for real.

"You do not have Mahalia with you, and I notice the knights you commanded
are nowhere to be seen. You sent them to the north, didn't you? " Ruydiez
grinned at Rellinath, having guessed the ploy, but his amusement quickly
turned to concern as Rellinath's fingers shot to his bowstring, drawing and
loosing an arrow with blinding speed, the felt-tipped missile striking
Ruydiez's charger right where it's heart would be. Ruydiez shook his head
silently and jumped from the saddle, drawing a blunted polearm from a
sheath.

(cont)




Writer: Rellinath

Date Thu May 21 12:26:36 2015

To All althainia aiera imm rp

Subject Reckless, but inspired, pt 2 (Althainian Wargames, Finale)



"Get him, girl. " With that, Minah charged off after Ruydiez, but her
own rush was dwarfed by the sound of knights charging. Ruydiez's remaining
forces had charged Rellinath, and his infantry knew they were sorely
outmatched. They wavered, and started to turn.

"NO! Hold the line with me, my friends! We may fall this day, we may be
smote to the ground and to ruin, but by the Gods we will know that in our
defeat lies ultimate victory! FOR ALTHAINIA! "

The speech roused his men, who returned the warcry and braced for the
attack. It was All that Rellinath could do to avoid being struck to the
ground in that mad fray, but despite his rousing speech, the best his
infantry could do was engage the Knights and delay them from breaking off
the assault for as long as possible. One by one, his men fell, and
Rellinath squared off himself against four knights. He looked to the side,
Minah still playing a game of cat and mouse with Ruydiez, and he drew his
blades. And then, as the four knights dismounted and surrounded him, boxing
him in, he pulled his final card from his sleeve, played the last trick he
had to play.

A haunting tune issued forth from deep within Rellinath's throat as he began
to take graceful, fluid steps, his blades working a slow circle around him
as he spun in eerie time to the melody. Two of the knights looked at him
like he was daft, but the other two's eyes shot wide with horror and
confusion, for they had seen this before. It was an elven Bladesong.

Rellinath didn't know it, of course. He couldn't possibly know it, as the
training was secret and only given to the most elite of the elvish kind, no
simple Nordmaarian man such as he. Even if he was granted the chance to
study it, it took years and years of practice to achieve any proficiency at
all with the nuances of the form, and even then he didn't have nearly the
dexterity or fluidity of motion necessary to do it justice. But they didn't
know that HE didn't know, and he'd fought alongside the bladesinger Aiera
often enough to have picked up a few notes of the tune she hummed, a few of
the initial steps she took when engaging a foe, and Rellinath grinned to
himself as his slow, graceful movements changed suddenly and he charged the
two bewildered men with sudden, horrifying speed. His blades slapped out,
ringing against the knight's helmets, sending a two-tone note singing into
the air... But he paid for the ruse as two blades slapped heavily against
his own back. He was dead.

As he sat to the ground, he heard a growl from the side, and turned to see
Minah obediently laying down on the ground as well, having been swatted by
the business end of Ruydiez's polearm. The confrontation here was over...
Ruydiez had won the battle.

(cont)




Writer: Rellinath

Date Thu May 21 12:29:58 2015

To All althainia aiera imm rp

Subject Reckless, but inspired, part 3 (Althainian Wargames, Finale)



Ruydiez came up beside Rellinath and chuckled.

"The other day, I asked you if having Mahalia as the target would inspire
you, or make you reckless. Do you have an answer now, Chevalier? "

"Both. And aren't you forgetting something? "

Rellinath grinned at him wickedly. Ruydiez's eyes shot wide in horror as
the realization hit. He swore, and called for his remaining forces to
remount as they charged off towards Althainia. But Rellinath knew what
awaited them. He'd done his job. They had delayed the pursuit, and by now
his men were close enough to the north gate of Althainia that there was no
way they would be intercepted in time.

It didn't matter if he'd "died". Victory was his. The cost was heavy,
true, but in war it usually was.

(fin)




Writer: Zypher

Date Thu May 21 12:55:42 2015




Writer: Mahalia

Date Thu May 21 19:00:59 2015




Writer: Brimstune

Date Fri May 22 04:56:33 2015

To All Grumf Thzad ( Imm Rp Raije )

Subject The beginning of not the end!!



Brimstone eased back into his stone pew, which was located in Wargar.
Removing his plate helm and placing it next to him, running his hand through
his course hair Brimstone could not help to think back on the past.

Born from an ancient lineage, uncles, nephews, cousins and any other
bloodties, were All known for their involvement in past wars and Wargar.
His uncle twice removed had seen the birth of the first Dragon, Myra the
first Sultana of New Thalos was the keeper of such egg. He had also seen
the demise of Eclipse which eventually led to the formation of Shadow and
the culling of the first Dragon, Pyros the great red. The list could go on
and on and on.

Brimstone had sought service and tutelage in the Dwarven mountain, Thaxanos
had been's home for a long long time. He had chosen the path of a warrior
and advanced to the highest ranks possible in it, after some time he then
decided to choose the next available path. The path of an arms man was
tedious at best, he had to learn so many new skills in those skills time.
However on the attainment of the highest rank as an arms man, he had found
his niche. Starting off as a short beard in the Baewar clan, he tediously
climbed the ranks to a point where he could go no further. His heart was
set on becoming a Battlerager, he had heard that becoming one would be a
prestigious milestone is life. And he certainly wasn't going to let down
his family name!! After many years of service and dedication, not only to
his clan or kingdom he finally achieved this goal of becoming a Battlerager.
However this was just the beginning of his journey




Writer: Swilt
Date Sat May 23 15:00:44 2015

To All Talyn

Subject Kender Kin *P1*



Swilt Tumblewave turned for one last glance, it wasnt common for his kind
to do so. Part of him would miss the crew of The Bloodfang. After All they
had been the only family hed known for the last thirteen years. When he was
two years old, he had wondered away from home. That day hed been playing by
a river that ran down from the mountains, close to the home his family had
set up during their wondering. A smile had been dancing across his tiny red
lips as he washed a small rag dolls hair in the rushing roaring rivers
banks. He had borrowed the small stuffed doll from his sister, it had been
a gift this year, for her first year alive. She didnt bother with it ever
anyway.

The river was a constant source of curiosity for the toddler and now that
hed managed to sneak away long enough it was the one place he had to go.
The sun was high and it would be one of the only times he would see the man,
outside in the light of day. He moved as a whisper, he was assured in his
every movement, the hooded man with the long jet black hair. His eyes as
deep as an abyss quietly watching the kender toddler for a few moments,
before kneeling quietly beside him.

I am The Collector, he smiled teeth as white as snow, and as straight as an
arrow. The kender smiled a gap toothed grin and lifted the doll he was
holding so the man could see the drenched little cloth doll which had long
been missing a button eye. Why dont we go for a walk little pointed eared
kender.


The screaming of seagulls snapped Swilt back to the present. A pair of
Ogres he knew only as Knuckle and Boot pulled the anchor up from the port
and a few of the goblin pirates readied the sales. Swilt silently said his
goodbyes and turned away from his past. The long grasses of the fields near
Arkane and close to the kender forest had been beaten down in a trail of
constant use. It was strange to suddenly realize he was now back with
society. Hed spent so long learning about every depth of Algorons oceans.
Now he was starting over.

He only had brought a couple of his smaller collections, and two very
important possessions. A book that the pirate Captain had kept, that talked
of a magical artifact something of the gods. Anyone who had it could build
anything they thought of. The Captain would often make Swilt listen to the
fantastical treasured palaces he would create. He called it simply, The
Hand.

That wasnt what was most important to him right now. As he walked quietly
back into the world the fifteen year old kender, scooped the small one eyed
cloth doll from his gem colored pouch. No, what was important now was
finding the owner of this doll. Turning the blond haired figure over he
stared at its back. The one word written on it was still nearly visible the
dye had only faded some from its age. One name. Talyn. His baby sister.




Writer: Mercerion

Date Tue May 26 00:18:07 2015

To All Althainia Nadrik Damerus Immortal

Subject Greiving



Mercerion knelt silently in the sanctuary, head bowed in reverance as
sweat beaded on his brow. His mind raced almost as fast as his heart as
visions and images raced past his mind's eye. He had heard of the funeral
for his friend, and fellow former leader. He had been informed of the
exchanges and the tensions between the people present, but none of that
wounded him so much as the blatant disrespect and blindness that had become
so evident in Algoron.

A former King was stabbed, and now presumed missing or dead, and not but two
crowns showed to the ceremony. It pained Mercerion deeply to know that he
could not be present for the ceremony for his friend and brother in faith,
but Mercerion knew that if he had been present, a far worse besmirchment was
likely to take place.

In a sudden fit of anger, Mercerion's psionic wrath lashed out, obliterating
a censor of incense. "How could they be so blind? " echoed the words in
the back of Mercerion's conscience, like a surgeon's knife, cutting away the
skin covering a festering wound. "Yes, the Cardinal stabbed him. " She
stabbed him. That was attempted murder right there. Yet she was present at
the ceremony... Not in shackles... Not at spear- point... She was present
and speaking. SHE HAD HIS RING... Damerus wasn't missing.. He defied his
own God for the love of that woman. He bloody well wouldn't have gone off
without the ring.

Were they the only ones not deceived? It couldn't be so... When Mercerion
was a child, he knew the penalty for attempting to slay a monarch was death.
It was essentially universal. One of the few laws every kingdom actually
had in common. Yet here was this woman walking free... Admitting at the
man she tried to murder's FUNERAL that she had stabbed him.

There was no Justice in this... No Honoring of Damerus in this mockery of a
ceremony. It was quite simply another case of the Heathen despoiling
something that was Good in the world, and the very people Damerus bled for
were too damned blind to see it. Mercerion had seen it, and he had seen
enough.

He rose from his reverance, lifted his hands to the heavens and spoke to his
God, to his Friend, and from his heart. "You will be Honored. This
mockery; will not be the last the World knows of Damerus Firebeard, faithful
of the; Son of Honor. King of Arkane, slayer of Devion's demon, Father...
Husband... ; Friend." Mercerion clutched his holy symbol to his heard and
spoke the words of his oldest oath.

Nobilis Factum. Mors ante dedecoro.




Writer: Tzuljin

Date Tue May 26 13:32:57 2015




Writer: Devlin
Date Tue May 26 20:50:26 2015




Writer: Swilt
Date Wed May 27 09:20:25 2015

To All Talyn IMM

Subject Kender Kin *P2*



Swilt laughed at his own joke, he often was his greatest fan when it came
to comedy. The kenders laugh danced through the forest, as the morning sun
started to pull itself up from its slumber. There was a calm to the
morning, as if All the life in the kender forest was waiting for something
important to happen. Swilt had spent the night curled up on a mossy patch
that he had found more comfortable then his bed on The Bloodfang. Part of
him had a hard time sleeping, there was a strangeness to the stillness to
the world that came from not being on the ocean waves.

The upside was the frosted birthday cake slices that hed discovered in
Arkane. The four pieces he had this morning were giving his body a humming
feeling. He was chatting with himself about the dream he had had, the night
before.

Me dont think Icewall good place for you, He spoke first in Ogre doing his
best impression of Boot. It was just a dream, itsjust what The Captains
treasure booksaidabout The Hand Swilt chattered back to himself in kender,
absently leaping over a fallen log. The kender forest was becoming alive
with tiny animals starting their day. He hadnt seen many of his kind. An
older couple that didnt remember much about the family he described, they
did share a couple long stories about some of their adventures that he
enjoyed.

He had almost given up on finding much of a lead in these woods when he
stumbled upon a young kender girl. She was alone in the forest and he
stumbled upon her still deep in conversation with himself. Without missing
a beat the two quickly started to get to know each other over a breakfast of
cake. The girl couldnt have been much older then him. Being much better at
the civilian process of introductions with a handshake, something hed seen a
couple of times but had always assumed The Captain was exchanging goods.

He told the young girl his tale, of searching for his family, of having been
a pirate, leaving out some of the more grisly details, after All she was a
young girl. She suggested he post a notice in some of the kingdoms, that
someone might know his parents. He was slightly ashamed to admit that he
had never learned to write. The kender girl was more then happy to write
the message for him.

Swilt paced having come up with the places they might be to address the
parchment to, I am looking for my parents, signed Swilt Tumblewater. He
nodded his approval of the short statement. Something changed in the girl,
she stopped her writing and began to circle him as if seeing him for the
first time. As if some childrens story, like some faerie tale, the two soon
realized the family he was looking for was standing right before him, she
was a Tumblewater as well.

Swilt pulled the small cloth doll he had carried with him his whole life.
Talyn, he read the name on the back of the doll.

You took my doll? His new found sister was still smiling.

You were a baby and never cared about it. You can have it back. Swilt
offered out the only piece of his past hed ever known.

I never really cared for dolls, Talyn giggled.

Me either, I mean I am a pirate. Swilt laughed, tossing the keepsake over
his shoulder. Looking at the light brown of her hair, the moss green of her
eyes, her nose, her chin, he didnt know how he hadnt seen it right away.
Finally he had a family.




Writer: Rellinath

Date Thu May 28 02:39:45 2015

To All althainia imm RP

Subject Falling...



Subtle changes are usually the hardest to catch. Especially in yourself.

Rellinath didn't notice the changes in his mannerisms, his bright outlook on
life, his usual jovial behavior, his joking manner with the other officers,
at least not at first. But as the days wore on, the dark circles under his
eyes from lack of restful sleep getting worse, even he began to notice
something was wrong, but he didn't know what to do about it. Right now, he
didn't have much of a choice but to be strong. Between rebuilding
Althainia's military, the preparations for the city for the possible goblin
invasion and the other whispered threats that had reached their ears, and
caring for Mahalia in the wake of the wargames, not to mention the stresses
the others, especially Empress Aliera were under... Someone had to be
strong for them.

The preparations to the city were coming along well enough, at least, so
something was going right. He noted with some satisfaction as somme of his
defensive measures began going into palce. If the goblins tried to repeat
last year's fiasco for Head on a Pike Day, they'd be in for a rough time,
and hopefully the memory of it would help keep them at bay for years to
come. But osme of the other plans weren't going so well. Rell knew that
Feronious would refuse the idea he'd come up with to make sure Saelaira was
protected... Despite Sae's insistence that Feronious was a good man at
heart and he just hadn't been given a chance, Rell knew that at the very
least the man was stubborn to a fault. But he hadn't predicted how
viciously he would refuse. Sometimes he found it hard to believe the man
was truly a devout of Austinian, because he surely didn't act the part,
aside from being preachy. And to make matters worse on that regard, he had
decided to internalize the insults, believing that nothing productive would
be accomplished in reporting it, only to have the insults repaid yet again.
As Rellinath led the brave men of the Imperial Althainian Military against
one of their most dangerous foes, Feronious had stood in the city streets,
blatantly and openly, slandering their efforts in the city streets for all
to hear. And yet Rell couldn't touch him... And he knew it. They both
did.

And then there was Mahalia. The wargames had not been kind to her, the
near-death experience and moral trauma she'd suffered such a shock to her
that at first she'd even struck out at Rell at times, not recognizing who he
was. Even now, she slept most of the time, and sometimes the nightmares she
had were so vicious that she woke up screaming in the night, thinking she
was back in the Shadow Grove about to be killed, and each night Rell held
her and spoke to her and calmed her down until she went back to sleep as he
lay there, wide awake and worrying.

Subtle changes are usually the hardest to catch, but when you do catch them,
what do you do about them if they're the result of something you have no
choice but to do? Rell didn't know how to fix this, any of it. He didn't
have much of a choice in the matter. He had to be the oak standing
defiantly in the storm, refusing to yield. He had to keep pressing forward,
keep working, and hopefully things would fix themselves soon enough. They
needed him now, All of them. He had to be there for them.

What he did not realize was just how close he really was to cracking. And
when he did, who was going to be there for him?




Writer: Kinnar

Date Thu May 28 16:26:11 2015




Writer: Ruydiez
Date Fri May 29 00:32:11 2015




Writer: Niantha
Date Fri May 29 09:55:26 2015

To All imm fatale RP

Subject The Game (1/2)



Niantha looked at her captives, taking long, deliberate steps as she
surveyed them. The young man and woman stared up at her, eyes wide with
panic, from the chairs to which they were bound. She'd tricked them,
promising them shelter from the storm that raged this evening, and then used
her magic to render them unconscious before hauling them off and tying them
to chairs in the small, unused cabin in the woods. She was sure nobody
living knew about the place, the owner, an elderly woodsman, having granted
Niantha shelter a year or so ago from a storm very much like this one, a
decision she was sure he regretted as his blood stained the hardwood floor.
But he'd been lucky, in a way. His death had been quick, an act of impulse,
before she'd learned to play with them before breaking them. A few more
passes back and forth, and then she stopped her pacing, intrigued to catch a
momentary flick of the young man's eyes towards the girl. Her gaze followed
the motion, looking over at her other victim, the eyes on this one pleading.
The man, not much beyond a boy really, spoke up, drawing Nia's attention
back to him.

"Let her go. You can do wahtever you want with me, just let her go! "

Ooh. This could be fun. She turned her gaze back to the boy, her brows
arching inquisitively.

"She is your sweetheart? Your sister? Some relation of yours, then? "

"My childhood friend. Please, let her go. I'll do anything. "

"Friend? Is that all? Surely there had to have been more? "

The look in his eyes betrayed it. The girl may not have known it, but the
spark of love was there, plain for Niantha to see. This could be VERY fun,
especially since she saw no such emotion in the eyes of the girl.

"I see. There was not. But you wanted more. A love unrequitted, how
delicious! I'll tell you what, you've piqued my interest. I will make you
a deal. "

She slipped around the side of the man's chair, his horrified gaze following
her every motion as she slid behind the young woman, who began struggling
violently at her bonds, terror welling up in her eyes and a scream tearing
its way from her throat as Niantha's dagger dropped... And cut her bonds.

"Your life, boy, for hers. If she entertains me, I will release her. But I
see no reason for you to die so unfulfilled after making such a brave offer.
So you, girl, you will kiss him, so that he does not die without knowing at
least a taste of that which he so desired from life, and then you will
entertain me by killing him. And in doing so, you will earn your freedom.
You may show him as much mercy as you wish. If you do not, you will both
die, and I will make it as long and agonizing as my skill permits. And I
assure you, my lovelies, I have practiced much. Do we have a deal?"

(continued next note)




Writer: Niantha

Date Fri May 29 10:03:50 2015

To All imm fatale RP

Subject The Game (2/2)



The girl's eyes welled up with tears as Niantha pressed a handle of wood
into her hands, a tiny razor-sharp blade adorning the end, and then sank
back into a chair in the corner of the room. The young man looked up at his
beloved and nodded, once, painting a brave look on his face as the look of
fear in his eyes was replaced with something else, and Niantha's lips curled
into a wicked smile as the girl drew closer to him. The girl kissed him,
and her shoulders began to heave with sobs as he groaned softly, his body
tensing for a few moments before dropping limp into his bonds. The girl
pulled back from him, blood staining her hands as the boy's head lolled
back, vacant gaze staring upwards at the ceiling. The single, surgical cut
that the girl had delivered to end his life was well-placed to Niantha's
practiced gaze, brining death almost painlessly to the boy. The girl's
heaving stopped as her ears perked up to the sound of Niantha rising from
her chair, the sharp tone of slow clapping fading and being replaced by the
sinister note of steel against leather and soft, almost mocking laughter.
The girl turned and her eyes locked to the steel in Niantha's hand, the
dagger she held in hand turning over slowly, ever so slowly as she
approached the girl. The strength in the girl's body failed her, and she
sank to her knees, the tiny blade which might have permitted some feeble
defense falling from numb fingers and clattering across the floor as she
took short, gasping breaths. As Niantha slid behind her, she managed to
stammer a few words to the vicious woman.

"But... But you said you'd let me go! "

Niantha's next step brought her fully behind the girl, close enough to press
herself to the girl's back, and her free hand siezed the girl's hair,
roughly yanking her head back and exposing her throat. Her lips quirked an
evil smile down into the girl's face, her own gaze catching the girl's
suddenly panic-stricken eyes as she corrected her mistake, revealing the
game behind the promise.

"No. I did not. I said you would earn your freedom, and that I would
release you. "

The dagger flashed.




Writer: Thaydius

Date Fri May 29 14:53:00 2015

To All Araaduli ( Religion Siccara Imm )

Subject The Power of Siccara



The Gods of Algoron spread their power out over whole domains that could
use their combined applications to replace the single hand of one of the
divine. Some were granted more power than others. The deeper their
connection to the Gods, the stronger their aura felt in the vast, crowded
space of spirits. Divine Messengers in particular caused something of a
singularity with their presence. To the sensitive, one could sense their
arrival from vast distances. They would be looking into a fragment of the
true essence of the lords and ladies of Algoron, the only glimpse this world
ever had into the beyond.

Thus, Thaydius felt the presence of the Messenger and saw it as a glorious
sunburst of golden light mixed into a constant stream of gold and red
washing over each other. And so he approached, tracing the outlines of the
rifts of magic in the sky and depositing himself into them, warping off into
the streams and emerging in the lands of Althainia. Elves had gathered with
the Angel to disperse whatever minor threat had surfaced. Araaduli was
never one to shy from conflict. Thaydius attributed that to Araaduli's
past, one that he tried not to imagine, himself. But his Mother could not
stand suffering and so she gave unto the Angel. It gave him a tremendous
understanding of the nature of Siccara, one that Thaydius could appreciate,
as she had given him a great gift as well.

As he admired the charity and purity of his Mother, he felt an ethereal hand
press onto his shoulder. All at once, the power of Siccara flowed into his
body. The tempest of divine energy that he struggled to contain arranged
itself neatly within his Titanic frame, harmonious and warm. To be so close
to the source of his power gave him the sort of clairvoyance that moved
mortals to conduct their greatest works. He saw the world through new eyes,
with his body glowing in the radiance of a Goddess's love made into energy
that had no limit.

It has been a long time, Messenger. You have brought me closer to my Mother
than I have been since I spoke with her in the Vallenwoods.


Thaydius studied his glowing hands, the light from them rich and vigorous.


Your faith is absolute. It is the least that I can do.

What does one do with such power? Do they lead a charge against the forces
of darkness? Do they gather an endless stream of magical weapons to
contribute to enchantors and allied factions to bolster their efforts? This
was the power of Siccara, devoted to the relief of the great suffering of
this world. He knew exactly what he had to do. He had people to heal.
With careful ears he listened, searching out the pure of heart so that he
might share the love given unto him.




Writer: Rikam

Date Fri May 29 20:59:46 2015

To All Verminasia Roleplay

Subject The Mistress of Brawlers (1/2)


What Rikam loved best about the Charlatan Guildmistress--in fact, what he loved
about All good Verminasian women--was that she pulled no punches when it came to
telling him what he needed to hear.

"You're utter crap for a swordsman, Oneiroi," she would say. "Your leg is
rubbish, your balance is wrong, you're slow, you're sloppy, and, frankly, you're
too bloody stupid to fight clever with a blade.
"

"Hey now!" Rikam shot back, "There's a fair difference between cleverness
and smarts, and a lack of one has never kept me from the other. I'll have ya know
that I was the Masked Master's prized pupil back when I was a lad.
"

Rikam heard the crack of the staff against his head before anything else. It was
like someone had clapped two blocks of wood right next to his ears and snuffed
out All the lights at the same time. He didn't remember everything going black,
but he sure as hell noticed the crackling sparks of his vision returning as he
struggled to pick himself up off the floor. He didn't really remember hitting the
floor either, when he thought about it. He was far too distracted by the skull
splitting pain that settled in where the Mistress struck him. It felt like she'd
bored her pointed nails into his skull and gave it a good twist.

"You're no lad anymore, Eteap, and you damn well know it." The Verminasian
word for "idiot" stung his pride in a way only a very few people could manage. He
did not especially like that it had become his name in her seedy bar. "Now pull
your arse off my floor and grab a staff. It's time you learn how to fight
properly.
"

Rikam staggered up to his feet and shot a cross-eyed glare at his new teacher.
'Don't need to fight with no bloody walkin' stick," he tried to mutter, but
the words only managed to spill out unintelligibly, thick and soupy as a drunken
slur. The Mistress tapped her staff impatiently against the weapon rack. Her eyes
were cold, faintly amused, and ready.




Writer: Rikam

Date Fri May 29 21:00:29 2015

To All Verminasia Roleplay

Subject The Mistress of Brawlers (2/2)


'Give me All your pretty flourishes and fencers' tricks," the Mistress said
as she sparred with her pupil, "and I'll break through each of them with a
firm, decisive stroke. Punch, Eteap! Punch with one hand, pull back with the
other!
" And to illustrate her point, she cracked him twice on the head and once
on the side of each knee. Rikam's own staff fell limply out of his hands as he
crumpled to the ground.

"It's not...You're too..." He tried uselessly to defend himself between
gasping breaths.

"It's not a bloody sword, Eteap. Stop holding it like one. I've seen you in the
boxing ring. I know you can throw a punch.
"

Rikam planted the butt of the staff onto the ground and pushed himself back up to
his feet with a grunt. "What's wrong with fists, then? Or even knife brawling,
eh? I can manage that well enough.
"

The Mistress rolled her eyes and set to inspecting her pointed fingernails.
"Versitility, Eteap, is what you're here to learn. You're not a swordsman. You
sure as shite aren't a magician. Your hands are quick enough, but you've got no
grace. You're a brawler, through and through, but you're also a scrawny, runty,
spit of a thing with a crooked limp and pudding for brains.
"

"Stop, stop, I get it." Rikam waved the words away with a indignant frown.
Not because they were insulting, but because they were so infuriatingly true.

"My point is, Oneiroi, that if you're gonna be a brawler, use a brawler's
weapon. A walking stick, as you call it, is unassuming enough until you split a
fellow's head with it, or jab it into his gut. It's got All the reach of a sword,
and a million extra ways you can use it.
" She beckoned him forward with the
slightest gesture from her hand. A wry, wicked grin played at her lips. "Now.
Again. Land a blow and I might just teach you how to stack a deck of cards."

Inwardly, Rikam chuckled. What a devilish flirt she was. He couldn't possibly say
no.




Writer: Asgeir

Date Fri May 29 21:22:03 2015

To All Derigimus Nordmaar ( storyline rp imm admin )

Subject The time draws near



The evening drew near. The last of the day's sun crept trough the window
and shone on Asgier's simple desk within the Dungeon of the Horde.

"The soujorn is near complete, long has my time been away from Thaagard
Faste.
"

Asgeir reaches into his trunk and stares a moment, seeing the dull glint of
gold. Reaching into the trunk, he grabs the crown and begins to polish the
tarnish off of the metal.

"Looks like it is time to take my seat upon the throne of Nordmaar once
again.
"

Asgeir looks into the crown as though it speaks to him, nods solemnly and
places the crown upon his head.




Writer: Indilwen

Date Sat May 30 08:28:16 2015




Writer: Eszka

Date Sat May 30 15:01:55 2015

To All Arkane

Subject Dreaming the Past



There was an abundant green smell All around her, her sleeping swing, her
mother frightened, her father tossing her from the burning tree to land
among the loamy ground. She awoke with a strangled cry, her hand lifted,
reaching for her father and mother. Eszka panted, blinking in the pre-dawn
light that pierced the leafy abode. She pressed her hands against her
chest, willing herself to calm, breathe.

"I should not have tried to come back to see. " She told herself in the
dusky alcove. "I should have stayed in Arkane and forgotten. "

She rose, brushing her robe, running a hand through her dark curls. Her
hair was damp from sweat, a sour smell accompanied the alcove. Eszka ran
her eyes over the room, almost laughing with incredulity.

"I will never come here again. I will never speak of our kind or their ways
again. I will become something new.
"

She stepped out of the alcove of dark green and let herself drop off the
tree, stretching her wings before she fit the ground, using the air to push
herself upwards beyond the canopy. Her iridescent wing shimmered in the
dawn as she glances down one last time. She flapped her wings twice and
then took the updraft to soar above the tree and ocean.




Writer: Jadelyn

Date Sun May 31 23:32:26 2015




Writer: Jadelyn

Date Sun May 31 23:37:35 2015




Writer: Jadelyn

Date Sun May 31 23:44:18 2015




Writer: Leadero

Date Mon Jun 1 00:41:49 2015

To All Liviya Niamah

Subject Midnight Introductions, The Lioness



The fire crackled in the heart, spreading its light and its heat about
the room. Despite the early stages of summer elsewhere, the warmth of the
season had not yet made its way into the manor. Most especially the stone
walls that were shielded from the windows by heavy drapes. For this
particular eve, the drapes were pulled back, exposing a view of the gardens
illuminated by moonlight and starlight.

Leadero tugged at his freshly acquired dress clothes, making certain that
all was in order for nearly the twentieth time. After so long in the
desert, living in his training gear and leisure clothes, he had forgotten
the feel of the fine stitching and softer materials. He had quickly become
re-acquainted, however, with the way such garments restricted his movements
and seemed to constantly creep out of place. The fact that he was being
made to wait alone had absolutely nothing to do with the fidgeting.

At the sound of the front door opening, he turned his back to the windows
and moved to stand near the set of chairs that were neatly arranged before
the fire. The door closed and the sound of muffled footsteps filled his
ears a moment before the door to the library swung open. With grace, two
women entered.

One was familiar to him. His mother moved a bit stiffly, but her inherent
grace was evident, and the cane that he had gifted her was clearly becoming
second nature rather than a practiced gesture. Her black attire was, as
always, pristinely washed and pressed, fitted with perfect elegance upon her
form despite the years and pains she now carried. He smiled and bowed in
his way and as he rose, his mother stepped aside, allowing the light
available to fall upon the figure that entered behind Liviya.

As his eyes landed upon the woman, whose hair reminded him of a golden
lion's mane, he felt something odd in his chest, for surely she was the
loveliest of females he had ever beheld. She stood tall, over six feet, and
proud. Her shoulders were not drawn like most noblewomen, but squared like
his own - set in the ways of a soldier. A warrior. The eyes that held his
own were the color of a mountain spring and unabashed in their direct stare.
She dipped a curtsey to him and he noticed the easy movements of her body.
The assurance, the easy flow of muscle beneath what little skin was exposed.

As the woman rose, she grinned at him, eyes sparkling as she seemed to hold
back a laugh and he slowly realized that Liviya was glaring at him. He had
missed what she had said. He grunted loudly and shifted from foot to foot.

"Sorry, mahmen, " he offered, and received an eyeroll in return, along with
an exasperated sigh.

"As I was saying: I have found a woman of suitable virtue, vice, and
temperament. Perhaps you will take a liking to her, as well. I will allow
you to perform your own introductions as I need to go and speak with
another,
" Liviya said. Leadero kissed his mother on the cheek, and then
Liviya departed, leaving him alone with the woman with glacial eyes.

"Your mother already told me your name, " she began with a playful smile.
"My name is Niamah. "

As she offered him her hand, Leadero accepted the grasp and found it strong
and sure. As he turned the grip so that he could bow and lightly kiss her
knuckles, he said, "I am pleased to meet you. " What surprised him most of
all, however, was that he found the words to be true.




Writer: Pardo

Date Mon Jun 1 21:37:23 2015




Writer: Liviya

Date Tue Jun 2 03:06:27 2015

To Feronius Aliera Mercerion Rikam Telthian Arkane All ( Damerus Imm Religion Necrucifer )

Subject Hallelujah



I did my best. It wasn't much. I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch.
I've told the truth; I didn't come to fool ya. And even though it all
went wrong, I'll stand before the Lord of Song with nothing on my tongue
but 'Hallelujah.' - Leonard Cohen

* * *

'What will He take from you?' A pause. 'Everything, I imagine.'

The question and its follow-up rolled in Liviya's mind, tossing around and
tripping over itself like grains of rice in a pot of boiling water.

And indeed, so He had. Just when she had gotten comfortable with her
understanding of what it meant to be Evil. Just when the world had made sense.
The man she loved was dead, and it was probably ultimately her fault. Everyone
else was certainly sure of that.

The sentences of Arkane's guilds tricked in one at a time. Each one busywork.
Each one salt in a raw, open wound. A debt she was expected to pay to society
in spite of the pain in her barely-mended bones and the absence in her soul.
Yet she couldn't leave. She cleaved to the home she had in Arkane, because she
had nothing else. Darkness didn't respect her. Light didn't trust her. And the
God she had served with love and devotion wanted only her misery.

Damerus had made Liviya human. He had challenged and complicated her, and the
pedestal upon which she had stood in her youth was crumbled to dust below her
feet.

She had argued to Schwartz once that she was a better priest for it. She had
spent her time among the saints, but found her work a lot more rewarding when
rolling in the mud with the sinners.

Now, her mind lingered on the tale of a nun on Shokono who had lost her faith
in the Gods- not in Their existence, of course, but in Their vision for the
world. Yet she had stayed with her order because of the value she saw in their
work, the service they did to the people. With the name of her lord on her lips,
she had continued unto death, not for the gods but for the world. For the first
time, Liviya understood it.

It was idiotic to have a crisis of faith at her age- at her rank. But at the
core of Evil was a self-serving nature, and she didn't care much at All for
a God- or, at least, an Avatar- who had decided after three decades and one
previous promotion that her methods of spreading corruption were unsuitable.
For the first time in her life, she hated Necrucifer. Fortunately, it was
very likely that He did not care, as long as her service continued.

Then again, every time she thought she knew Him, Talmont threw a wrench into
the clockworks, grinding her very existence to an unpleasant, screeching halt.

She was too old for this. Too tired, too sore. Too jaded.

She didn't remember the last time she had prayed. It had probably been too long.
She didn't really care.

And the Cardinal sat cross-legged on the platform in the temple she had built,
wishing she could find her faith before anyone noticed it was missing.




Writer: Euterah

Date Tue Jun 2 16:12:42 2015




Writer: Euterah

Date Tue Jun 2 16:13:32 2015




Writer: Euterah

Date Tue Jun 2 16:33:16 2015




Writer: Daeymon

Date Tue Jun 2 17:11:14 2015




Writer: Euterah

Date Tue Jun 2 23:41:53 2015




Writer: Euterah

Date Wed Jun 3 18:01:24 2015




Writer: Euterah

Date Wed Jun 3 18:01:37 2015




Writer: Thaydius

Date Wed Jun 3 22:57:14 2015

To All ( Religion Siccara Imm )

Subject The Light



The web of golden energy stretched out over the entirety of Algoron, laid
out before Thaydius's cosmic eyes as he observed between realms with his
feet set on ancient stone. He regarded the millions of souls beneath,
feeling their hearts beat and hearing the whispers on their breath. An
endless stream of prayers layering over his mind, floating along his
attention and committed to memory. They wanted the strength to go on. They
asked for the wisdom to know how to find a better future. They wanted each
other to be safe. He heard them ask for simple and complex things.

A great deal of strife had met the mortals of goodness as of late. But it
was difficult to make out what he was watching through the vaults of mortal
logic. Is this the death of the Light? Or is it the birth of a new Light?
He thought back to when he learned the issues of making the perfect the
enemy of the good, many years ago. When the children of the Manor
progressed through Althainia unchecked, he felt a tiny whisper of the Peace
his Aunt had left behind. But he knew that the Slayers themselves would not
change. A decision like this planted the seeds that might bring change
later, casting the followers of goodness in a better light. All of this
noise about the law, about his Uncle and whether or not it was acceptable to
house the Slayers because of how they might treat others meant nothing to
him.

The actions of others had no bearing on what he did. What was right was
right. It was not the words of the Empress that convinced him. It was not
even the words of the Angel that convinced him. He looked over his shoulder
and he saw his Mother, far away and in the sky, and he saw in those eyes the
memories of Kadiya resting on the surface. Someone would need to give
something up. The church of Siccara understood this selflessness. Of
course the Slayers were bad people. He wondered what the Empress herself
might offer the citizens of Althainia if they somehow managed to corner him
and carved his heart out. How would she convince them that it was right to
help these Slayers after they had murdered the Son of Siccara? It was not
likely to come to that, but he figured something like that might collapse
the gesture itself, if they continued to believe it was something so fragile
as law.

But mortals don't see the Light so plainly as one with the blood of a god.
And his unique perspective had always given him guidance. The Knights of
Gareth had resisted the change. He believed they were doing what they
thought was right. They All were. And some of them acted correctly, but
for the wrong reasons. The Light must shine on this world. On All of it.
Was this state of the Light better than the one before it? Or the one
before that? Well, leave that to Grandfather to decide. Thaydius had hope.
He always had hope.




Writer: Cytrina
Date Thu Jun 4 01:09:22 2015

To All Magni'fae and Sebatis ( Imm RP Religion )

Subject A Topsy Turvy World, The Befuddled Pixie



"Maybe there's too many pixies All over the world, now," I said to my
companion. As they had done for most of the night, they sat silently,
watching me with steady eyes. It made sense, considering it was a late hour
and the moons were beginning their downward arc through the sky. Everyone
was a bit loopy.

Sighing deeply, I let my wings fold and relax behind me, enjoying my seat on
the silk pillow. It was as though the fluffy material was attempting to
swallow me whole, like some sort of toothless, lumpy critter bent on forcing
me into early slumber. With a follow-up yawn, I rubbed at my eyes and gave
my head a shake, determined to follow up on my logic.

"Think about it," I insisted, though it evoked no further reaction in my
listener. "Malachive enjoys Chaos, and he destroyed the homes of bakali,
ariel, orcs and pixies. The bakali attempted to overthrow New Thalos, the
ariels are flying All over the place and stirring up allergies with those
big, feather wings, and orcs are running amok on every continent. Even
going crazy enough to join Malachive, go figure, right? And then you have
us, the beautiful, intelligent and lovable pixies with one itsy bitsy
problem: DUST!

"I mean, I love my dust and who wouldn't!? But I really think that us
pixies being All over the world might be causing everything to go whack-o!
Take, for example, All the things I've seen in the very short time since I
moved to New Thalos.

"First, you have that silly business where MORTALS somehow think they have
the gall to tell dragons to bend knee. Right!? Cause like... They're
mortals and they're nothing more than specks, or the blink of an eye, to a
dragon - a DIVINE BEING!! Those people in Justice and Knighthood have to be
off their father-given-rockers! Oh, and then there's Althainia... Y'know,
someone told me that Empress of theirs is actually the offspring of a mortal
and a dragon? So, that... That right there is just really weird. But say
it is true, and she has allowed SLAYERS into Althainia - those guys who kill
dragons for no reason I can understand - but the last I checked Knighthood
wasn't welcomed? What is up with that?"

At this point, I had to stop and get myself a drink. It really doesn't do
any good to go on a tirade and have a dry mouth, you know.

"And THEN, oh ho - and then, we have the fact that I was talking to a very
nice elf, his name is Neurion, and while I was, a GOLD dragon flew in and
just attacked him for no reason. None that I could figure out, at least. I
though Golds were supposed to be like Paladins, y'know? Always protecting
the Light and the Goodness, but he just attacks this good elf and when the
elf gets some back up, the Gold just flies away and vanishes. "I've seen an
Althainian carrying around a bunch of dung, heard rumors that the Queens of
Abaddon are awake, been spat at by a dwarf and befriended a giant ogre.
I've met a talking kitty cat, met a Highland Queen and one of her sons, a
pirate that isn't a pirate, the King of Darkonin, whom gifted me a very nice
mold sorbet I might add; I've scribed for a blue dragon and even asked an
angel for his feather!

"But I just don't get it... And I really think Malachive is to blame for
destroying pixie homes and making pixies explore everywhere. I bet if there
wasn't so much pixie dust, amazing as it is, then the world would behave the
way it is SUPPOSED to!"

With that, rant done, I flopped back into the pillows and stared at the
ceiling. Sometimes, it's lonely being a smart pixie. Especially in a world
bent on standing on its head.




Writer: Boof
Date Thu Jun 4 08:51:11 2015

To All ( Devion Imm Rp )

Subject (Sory Time with Uncle Boof) (Part 1)


Monolith Square was a mess of goblins and goblinkin, making their way
into the monolith, carrying on rituals that had been with them since before
they had been devastated by Althainia. Today however there was gathered a
small crowd of weepy eyed, snot nosed, squabbling children. Boof was there
to tell a story!

"Come children and sit on Uncle Boof's lap while himz tellz der tale ub der
originz ub der feud between himz sweet Lord Devion and der wicked stinker
Nadrik.
"

The children scuttled to jostle for the best postion, seemingly at Boofs
feet, which were now covered by two dirty, ratting toothy little girls and a
scowling, sniffling young boy who wrapped an arm around Boofs leg, deterring
anyone from moving him. The other children ranged around, most notable a
baby troll, who towered over the children even at his tender age. Boof held
up his hands to garner their attention.

Long time ago, der was many many Godz, and themz were great and powerful and
was der best ub friendz. Der two best friendz were Nadrik and Devion.
One
of the children scoffed, the others joined in loosing epitaphs and swears
and choice words their parents had taught them, cursing the name of Nadrik.


Devion is der great and powerful Lord ub comedy, and wine, and habin fun!
Himz iz der toughest and most handsome ub All der Godz. Himz friend Nadrik
is a weak and tricksy thing, himz wantz ter control der world in der name ub
himz silly Honor. Himz lies and himz is very very mean!


The children All agreed, several voiced their opinion by starting a booger
fight.

One day, der Nadrik was jealous ub sweet sweet Zandreya and himz best
friend, der wonderful Lord Devion. So himz devised a plan. Zandreya and
Devion was ter be wed, and demz was very very happy tegether. All der Godz
said dems were der cutest couple eber!


One child made a gagging noise, suddenly there was a chorus of cries, Gross!
Poop ta weddings! Kissing is fer girls!
This brought on a rounding
argument between the genders at who liked kissing more. Boof had to
separate a few of the feistier children from pounding on each other. He got
them to settle and listen once more.

On demz wedding day der Lord Devion was distraught! Himz could not find
himz bride no matter where himz looked!


The children looked at each other, puzzled by this, werent they the cutest
couple ever? How could this be. They listened with rapt attention now, a
few mouths open wide enough for flies to land in.

Der filthy cur Nadrik had captured poor Zandreya and kidnapped her!
Stealin' her away ter himz stinky bright lair where himz tortured der poor
gobboz and shaved demz poor dwarfiez ter turn dem inter mulz.


The baby troll erupted into a tantrum and the other children hastily got out
of the way before they got sat on or worse.

Now calm down Thuhd, Boof hab told himz dat Lord Devion iz der toughest and
most powerful God ub dems all. Himz will see.
At this Thuhd let out
another wail and then stuck his filthy thumb in his mouth, listening again,
frowning as he sucked. Lord Devion is very wise, wise beyond compare. Himz
knew ub der stink ub der Nadrik and himz borrowed himz father'z dog ter
track down himz stink. Finally, after much toil and hardship himz arrived
at der lair. Nadrik heard sweet Lord Devion outside himz lair and himz
called out. "Youz will not get mez precious play thing, herz is mine fer
all ub eternity!
"

Der Nadrik were very very vain, as himz were ugly and stupid and very weak.
Our great hero Lord Devion knew dis. So himz said: "Der filth! Mez has der
riddle fer himz and mez will wager himz iz far too stupid ter answer it!
Iff'n himz answerz mez riddle right den mez will leave mez bride and himz
can hab her fer eternity! If himz is wrong, himz must give up mez sweet
Zandreya and himz must get punched in der face!
"

Cheers and laughter burst from the children.

(To Be Continued)





Writer: Boof

Date Thu Jun 4 08:57:35 2015

To All ( Devion Imm Rp )

Subject (Story Time with Uncle Boof) (Part 2)


(... Continued)

Ter dis Nadrik raged, "Mez is not dumb! " himz cried, "Mez will show himz
that HIMZ is der dumb one!
"

Ter dis Devion grinned, himz had der perfect riddle cause himz is so wise.


"Very well den! Iz very simple, himz has one minute ter answer! Der is a
house! One enterz it blind, but when demz comez out demz can see! What is
it!?
"

Nadrik drooled as himz attempted ter make himz puny and weak brain work.
After thirty seconds himz realized himz could not answer dis, and himz began
ter fly enter der fit ub rage once more. Himz screamed, "Der is no such
house, himz is der liar!" Flying out of der lair ter attack our sweet Lord
Devion, der Nadrik swung himz sword wide!


An audible gasp came from the children, one of the girls at Boofs feet hid
her face in Boof robe.

But Devion was nowhere ter be seen. And then, from the shadows Devion
answered, "Der answer is der school! ", and himz punched der Nadrik in himz
fat dumb face!


The children let forth squeals of laughter, cackles of delight, clapping and
cheering.

Den himz save himz precious Lady Zandreya and together themz rode off inter
der sunset, libbing happily eber after. The end. Der lesson is ter not be
prideful like der wicked Nadrik, and ter go ter school like der wonderful
lord Devion.


The children cheered, crowding around Boof, touching Boofs robes and
anything else they could get their hands on, All wondering when the next
storytime would take place.




Writer: Euterah

Date Thu Jun 4 21:21:06 2015

To All Darkonin ( Imm Sunny )

Subject What Plan.



Euterah sat in the middle of the pentagram, the candle lighted on All the
points. She relaxed, letting herself ponder over the festival she was
planning. A blood blond, such a thing she had never attempted. It would be
to the honor of the gods she could accomplish it. She fidgeted within the
circle, trying to focus on the plans ahead.

A festival of such manner required dedication to the dark lords, she felt
she lacked the essence of what that meant. She let her head rest on the
cool cavern floor, feeling the hard rock of the mountain. The substantial
mass that sat under her, she let herself drift.

She dreamt of a different past completely.




Writer: Euterah

Date Fri Jun 5 00:34:12 2015

To All Darkonin ( Imm Sunny )

Subject What Past.



She woke up upon a bundle of rags, groggy, sniffing the rank air. She
inhaled deeper, loam, fungus, decay and some herbs. What was it? Ah
fennel, the fennel, she remembered her mother had hung it there in the
rafters to dry. She stretched, her rough cotton tunic scratchy, so she
scratched. She wriggled about getting out of the nest of sleep.

She frowned, faltering. Then shook it off and went to the cracked piece of
mirror above a stagnant bowl of water, clean water was so scarce. They were
very fortunate to be blessed with the ability to survive here, a blessing
from their creator Dragoth. A blessing.

She splashed water onto her face, scrubbing her skin with her hands. Today
her and mother were going to visit Father at the Monolith. She peered into
the mirror, smoothing her arched brows and plucking her pale cheeks to
create a darkening of green.

She dressed in her best shift, picking at the threads on her hem. Wrapping
her dread-locked hair into a pony tail at the base of her neck, she peered
into the mirror once more, satisfied she climbed down the ladder from her
loft to move to the kitchen. Her mother was there, busily making some
breakfast of bird eggs and mushrooms. She ate and joined her mother and
grandmother outside. The paths were lined with the nutrient dung, so many
mushrooms and fungus grew. They had to hurry or they would be late

Euterah spotted her father first, pointing and waving, calling out. Her
father, a ragged figure, beaming in the glorious maturation of materials on
his body. They entered the Great Monolith together to honor their Lord,
their god who made them able to survive.

Euterah stumbled again, trying to shake the feeling that this wasnt real.
This was real. They were All there.

She raised her head, a moment past. She came to focus on the caverns low
flickering light.




Writer: Crystallis

Date Sat Jun 6 00:11:54 2015

To All Verminasia Vadol Marcaus Imm Rp

Subject Tha'Dhal: Gnomish Vocabulary


'The gnomes speak so quickly, I do not know if I will ever master their
language
, ' Evadora Ryndyll Kel'sef spoke slowly to her mother in gnomish.
Crystallis smiled at her daughter as she sat next to her, looking over a
parchment containing various phrases the young dark elf had written in the
gnomish language.

'Your vocabulary is very good, dear, and once you are used to it the words
will come more quickly
, ', she replied, her own skill in the gnomish
langauge mastered, 'besides, my darling, these are deep gnomes, they do not
speak near as quickly as their scatterbrained cousins.
'

A light but rapid knock came at the door interrupting Evadora's vocabulary
lesson. Crystallis sighed, slightly annoyed, handing the parchment back to
her daughter who looked relieved by the disruption. A small grin formed
over the Baroness' lips, 'You were planning to write a missive to your
father today, yes?
' Evadora nodded, smiling brightly at the thought of her
beloved father. 'Good, ' Crystallis added with a nod, 'You will be writing
it in gnomish
. ' Evadora's smile faded as quickly as it came, she reached
for a parchment and dipped her quill in a bottle of ink, 'Yes, mother', she
replied with a soft sigh.

Crystallis brushed her daughter's white hair away from her face as she
gently cupped her cheek, smiling at her in adoration. 'Your father and I
care for you more than anything, Eva, and we will provide you with the
finest of educations. Though you may not always enjoy it... It is for the
best, my darling.
' The young dark elf nodded, 'I know, mother, ' she
replied in elvish, glancing at the door as another rapid tap echoed across
the Eva's private classroom.

With an annoyed sigh, Crystallis turned from her daughter and with a wave of
the enchantress' hand the wooden door swung open quickly, slamming soundly
against the wall. A tiny deep gnome stood behind the door, eyes wide with
surprise, his tiny fist in the air, prepared to knock once more.
'B-b-baroness, ' he stammered nervously, looking up at his still clenched
fist he quickly dropped it, placing it behind his back. 'The trees have
been removed.. Th-they are now floating down the river to the village as
you requested
. '

The dark elf gave the tiny gnome a pleased smile, 'Wonderful news, Draklyn.
The Baron and I are very happy with your work', she spoke to the gnome in
his native language, 'and what of the soil? ' Becoming more relaxed, the
gnome straightened his back and gave a proud smile, 'It is being prepared
now, Baroness, and will be ready for the cocoa trees tomorrow morning.
'
Crystallis nodded at the gnome, 'Keep up the good work, my daughter and I
shall be there tomorrow morning. She will be aiding in the planting process
as part of her lessons.
' The gnome tipped his head in farewell to the
Baroness turning on a heel, departing from the doorway.

Evadora looked up from her missive to her father, 'Why are the discarded
trees floating down the river to the village, mother?
' Crystallis waved
her hand, closing the door, softly this time. 'Because we are high elves,
Eva, we are not savages
, she explained to her daughter. 'The villagers need
the trees for the lumber and will make good use of it. We need nature on
our side to ensure our cocoa trees prosper and are plentiful with fruit. We
need to not anger Zandreya.
'

Evadora tilted her head at her mother, 'But do we not worship the Mistress
Drakkara?
' Taking her seat to her daughter once more, she nodded as she
replied, 'We most certainly do, my dear, but that does not mean that the
other Gods do not exist.
' Crystallis scooted her chair closer to her
daughter, peering over her shoulder at the parchment, 'Now.. Let's see what
you have written so far. '




Writer: Isabel

Date Sun Jun 7 15:15:41 2015




Writer: Khorvash

Date Sun Jun 7 22:16:31 2015




Writer: Ixi'kweez

Date Mon Jun 8 17:56:06 2015

To All Althainia Arkane Nordmaar Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom imm rp Scorn Austinian Zandreya Ehl'din

Subject Defending the Tower ''Odyssey'' (Chapter Four: Part One)


-crack-

'Hrmm? Ah don wanna... Grmshhm... ZzzZZZzzzzzz.... '

-crack-

'Hrm.... *snort* huh? Hey! You scallywags keep it down out thar! Yer
Captain be in repose! '

Several seconds of silence followed, allowing the semi-conscious Captain to
slip back into the bonds of sleep. However, this would prove short lived.



-crack-

'Arrrr, that tears it! I warned ye fools! Here ah come!! '

Head pounding from an evening of heavy drink, the surly, half awake captain
shrugged off his blankets with irritation, as he rolled from his bed onto
the cold, hard deck. Pausing only to grab a menacing looking cudgel leaning
against the wall, he made his way towards the door of the Captain's chambers
and threw it wide open, shouting threateningly.

'I told ye chowderheads not to disturb me sleep, and now ye shall All pay
the pri-... Huh? '

Captain Grannett halted his raucous tirade, as his menacing gaze panned
across the expansive, yet deserted deck of his beloved ''Witch's Teat'', one
of the swiftest galleons to ever launch from the frozen continent of
Icewall. This would not have taken the Captain by surprise, had he
remembered that in his stupor the previous evening, he had given his crew
shore leave for the next day.

'Yarrrr, I knew me crew knew better than to dist-'

-CRACK-

Once again, Grannett halted his speech, still unable to pinpoint the source
of the distinct cracking sound. There was no obvious reason for such, from
the Captain's perspective. All barrels and crates were tied down securely.
The seas were dead calm, and the surface of the harbor was like glass,
causing the ship to sit eerily still. And he seemed to be the only person
on the ship. Vexed, the grisly Captain turned on his heel, intending to
head below deck to investigate further, when he heard it again.

-CRACK-

'Arrr, it's coming from out here, somewhere! '

Grannett changed direction once again and quickly left the deck of the Teat,
stepping onto the docks of New Thalos Port, which were for the most part, as
deserted as the Captain's ship. The surly man was perplexed.

'Why, thar be n'ary a soul down here but the Portmaster and some funny
lookin midget! Now, let's see what's makin-'

-CRACK!!! -

Grannett could do little but gape in absolute amazement and appallment at
the funny looking midget before him. True to form, the Captain's words
returned quickly.

'Wha... What in the hell are you doing to me ship!? '

The figure in question turned slowly to regard the angry man before him.
Flashing a broad smile and waving his hand frantically in front of his face,
he answered him.

'Hiyo! I Yarbles!! '




Writer: Ixi'kweez

Date Mon Jun 8 19:39:07 2015

To All Althainia Arkane Nordmaar Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom imm rp Scorn Austinian Zandreya Ehl'din

Subject Defending the Tower ''Odyssey'' (Chapter Four: Part Two)


'Oh, well, good day to ye, -Lord- Yarbles! '' Grannett laced his words
with bitter sarcasm as he spat them out. ''Now, if'n ye can find it in yer
heart, would ya kindly tell me JUST WHY IN THE BLUE HELL YOU KEEP SMACKIN
YER HEAD INTO MAH TEAT!?!?!?! '

The addled dwarf clapped his hands with glee and replied loudly.

WoooOOOooOoOOooonnnnnnNN!! TwoooOOoooOoOoOOOOOoooO!! '

Grannett furrowed his brown in frustration. ''Why ye be countin, and nay
answeri-''

''TREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! '' -CRACK!!! -

''Gaaaahhh!!! Ye dimwit! Stop doin that! Hey! Portmaster!!

'All Aboard The Merchant Ship Sygzani bound for Arkania! '

'NARRRR! Don't ye dare ignore -me-, Portmaster! I know ye be seein what be
transpirin over here, ye blasted cur! '

-CRACK!!! -

''Will ye knock that off already! '' the furious Captain bellowed. Taking
a closer look at the ludicrous dwarf before him, it became clear to Grannett
that this was not a normal, functional dwarf. This dwarf, Grannett
surmised, had been 'touched by the gods', so to speak. Such a creature
should most certainly be accompanied by some sort of caretaker or chaperone.
However, there were none to be seen. The Captain didn't know whether help
the pitiful little dwarf, or to drown it and be done with it. After some
deliberation, he opted to call out, in hopes of finding his caretaker.

'Arrrr! Thar be a half-wit dwarf that's lost his way! How bout ye come and
claim hi-'

-SMASH!!!!! - -splintering-

Grannett gaped in utter horror, as Yarbles smashed his forehead clean
through the hull of the Witch's Teat, sending chunks and splinters of wood
showering All over the dock, and leaving a sizable hole in the hull of the
Captain's beloved ship, just feet above the water's surface.

'GAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! That one went through!! Ye gotta stop!! '

Furious as the Captain was, he simply couldn't bring himself to end the
little dwarf's wretched existence. However, he certainly would not stand by
as Yarbles slowly destroyed his ship. Grannett thought about it for a
moment, then decided on a different approach.

'So, Yarbles.... Ye hungry? '

(To Be Continued (Eventually))




Writer: Andry

Date Wed Jun 10 01:14:35 2015




Writer: Jadelyn

Date Wed Jun 10 20:05:43 2015




Writer: Jadelyn

Date Wed Jun 10 20:16:31 2015




Writer: Aliera

Date Thu Jun 11 10:30:49 2015




Writer: Rellinath

Date Thu Jun 11 18:18:40 2015




Writer: Rellinath

Date Thu Jun 11 18:27:38 2015




Writer: Jadelyn

Date Sat Jun 13 16:53:28 2015

To Aliera Althainia All ( Imm RP )

Subject The Foxes Hunt The Hounds



"You lot get a move on! I wanna get outta this port in ten minutes! "
Jadelyn ran about the deck of the Vanguard, making sure everything was in
order and that the sailors under her watch were actually working. Who knew
how long this trip was going to take, so she had to make sure they had
everything they needed. The chest was stocked with essential cannon-usage
supplies, as well as enough rum to drink the entire military under the deck.
She made sure the men and women knew to stock up on food, making note to put
the fruits close at hand. Scurvy was not something she wanted to deal with
this time... Or ever, really.

She wheeled around as she walked up to the mast and watched All of sailors
rushing around. Her fists clenched at her sides. It was like reliving the
past, much like she did every night.

Jadelyn just hoped she didn't have to relive that part of her past.

"Captain! " An aged sailor darted up to her and saluted, but before she
could correct him, he spoke again. "We've got everything on the ship. Just
need it All put away.
"

"Good. Get someone on the sails and someone in the nest. We're leaving. "
She saw the man blink in confusion just as she turned to head for the helm.

"B-But Captain! We haven't finished--"

"It can be done as we move. Get the orders out. " There was a moment of
silence and Jadelyn sighed. She turned on her heel and faced the sailors.

"If you need something done right... " Jade coughed into her hand before
using both hands as an impromptu megaphone. "OI YOU LOT! WE'RE SHOVIN'
OFF! GET TO THE SAILS AND THE NEST! NOW! "

"AYE, CAPTAIN! " Several men ran to the sails, while two more scurried up
the rigging to the crows nest. She smirked before leveling a glare at the
aged sailor.

"Do not hesitate when I tell you to do something. Hesitation gets people
killed.
" And without another word, she spun and made her way to the helm.
She didn't have time to lecture sailors on how to do their job. She had a
traitor to find.




Writer: Rellinath

Date Sat Jun 13 17:27:01 2015

To aliera althainia All ( imm RP )

Subject Looking For a Snake in the Grass



Rellinath walked back and forth in front of the assembled IAM forces.
The men shifted nervously under his gaze, which had a certain sternness it
normally lacked. His arms were crossed over his chest, the fingers of his
right hand, the knuckles wrapped in a crudely tied and bloodied bandage,
drumming on his left forearm idly. They knew something was up... Whatever
the General was about to brief them about, it was serious. "Roigh' then.
Yae're All t' bae 'eadin' ou' on patrol o' th' citae, an' All o' th'
territorae o' th' Empoire." Several of the men he was addressing flinched
at the accent... It was no secret that the General was of Nordmaarian
birth, but he didn't normally speak with the accent unless he was drunk or
highly upset about something. "Yae're t' foind tha' snake Feronious an'
drag 'im back t' jail, so as 'e can serve 'is sentence an' wae can bae done
wit' im' fer good. Ah'm wantin' nae stone lef' unturned, nae cave lef'
unchecked, bae tha' clear?" He waited for the combined affirmative from his
men before continuing. "Yae're t' bae takin' supploies wit' yae, unless yer
sleepin' yae're on duty fer th' nex' three days, unless yae're gettin' word
by courier tha' wae've go' 'im. If'n yae've nae 'eard augh' in three days,
yae're t' return 'ome an' resume yer normal duties. Bae anae questions?"

One man in the back raised a hand, and Rellinath nodded at him. "Sir, why
would we only search for him for three days? If he's a traitor to the
Empire, he should be returned no matter how long it takes, shouldn't he?"

Rellinath nodded at the man. "Aye, bu' in this case if'n wae've nae foun'
'im in three days, moren loikely it bae 'cuz th' snake's dead in 'is hole
an nae anae o' our concern nae more. Anae'un else?"

No other soldiers raised their hands. Rellinath nodded at the assembly.

"Roigh' then. Move ou'."




Writer: Jonathen

Date Sat Jun 13 19:12:49 2015




Writer: Jonathen

Date Sat Jun 13 19:45:46 2015

To All Nemien

Subject Cerulean in Flight



Down in the basement of Darksong Mansion a crew of three questionably
large men, likely with a touch of ogre blood in their veins, hauled a large
pallet down the stairs from the main floor. Nothing really brings a smile
to the face like watching other people do hard labor, so there Jonah sat in
a chair next to a work bench. Each time the movers set the canvas covered
pallet down with a thud, Jonah would grin and gesture one way or the other
with his hand which was met by three pairs of rolling eyes as the men
shifted the heavy an inch or two several times over. Good sports though,
he'd em a tip for toying around with them for the last three or four times
they moved the heavy cargo.

Out shuffled the movers, their pockets a little heavier with gold, and down
came a rather attractive dark elven woman, clipboard in her one hand and a
belt of sculpting tools in the other. She went to introduce herself but
Jonah's curiosity lead him over to the pallet to pull back the canvas cover.
Sitting in the center of a cluttered basement man cave on the pallet was a
enormous block of lapis, almost a full meter tall and about double that in
width.

"So... Mister Darksong, about the payment?"

"You sure this is the biggest block of this stuff you have?" Jonah
replied, running his large hands across the surface of the blue stone.

"It is, and it's very expensive," said the woman. "If you make any
mistakes I can't replace it. You must be very experienced."

"Mood just struck me. Saw something really pretty."

The woman looked a little flattered for a moment.

"I've never modeled before."

"Wha? Oh... You thought? Hahaha-," and Jonah quickly stopped laughing as
the scorn on the woman's face gave the impression the price just went up a
little bit.

After an awkward exchange of money the woman left.

Jonah took a careful inventory of what he required.

The list looked something like this :

Giant block of blue stone. Check.

Some fancy new chiseling tools. Check.

Potions of focus ( he took a sip from his beer ). Check.

Over the next few nights Jonah locked the door of the basement and dwindled
on thoughts and blurs of something magical that he spent one afternoon
flying over the swamps. Only a couple of things outside of musical notes
ever really held his attention for more than a few seconds.

Slowly he chipped away at the block of blue, capturing on it's rough surface
the image of magnificence that burned in his mind. As the figure came to
resemble something recognizable, the Chronicler took his cloth and wiped his
brow, smiling just enough for his dimples to show.

Judging by beard growth, it took a good five, maybe six weeks to finish and
polish the stone, one of which was spent sorting through midnight blue
sapphires that were fit to use for the eyes. Most of the stone had been
sacrificed for the experience, leaving a modest sized figurine just large
enough to strain a back.
Every scale shimmered, and sharp crisp lines defined the wings as they
depicted the first born dominating the sky above the cloud tops that served
as base for the sculpture.

Etched into the bottommost cloud top were the words :

Where ever wings may carry you, a skald's words of your legend will be in your wake




Writer: Tairint

Date Sat Jun 13 22:26:30 2015




Writer: Iorisdir

Date Sun Jun 14 14:30:37 2015




Writer: Andreyna

Date Sun Jun 14 20:31:57 2015

To All Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Tief Zandreya Imm Rp

Subject The Decaying Vallen Tree: The Painful Decision


Andreyna Sha'evlas pressed her hand to the mass of rotting roots, the
stump of an ancient vallen tree decaying before her. Silent tears slid
slowly down her cheeks, she could feel nothing, no life at All in the once
majestic tree, a gift to the elves from the Mother Zandreya. What happened?
How long had this tree been dying? Did it happen suddenly? So many
questions filled the minds of the elves in the Vallens since Nazerin had
first brought their attention to the massive stump deep within the
Shalonesti forest.

Many elves had studied the decayed stump, even Monsignor Tief made a trip to
the Vallens to offer advice. Soon the question became.. What do we do with
the remains of the dead vallen tree? It pained the elves to see one of
their precious vallen trees decaying before them. The elves were one with
their forest. Elf after elf touched the pile of roots, hoping to sense a
piece of life left, a piece of hope that the tree might be saved. But it
was too late. Neurion Renato-Sha'enras, the Althainian Prince who now
walked amongst the fray stated what needed to be heard.. But what the elves
dreaded to hear. The stump would have to go. Never before had the elves

been forced to destroy a gift from the Mother. However, it was the only
solution, the only way. It would be done with the utmost of care, with
respect to precious gift from Zandreya.




Writer: Andreyna

Date Sun Jun 14 23:15:26 2015




Writer: Boof

Date Mon Jun 15 09:57:54 2015

To All Darkonin ( Devion Sunny Imm Rp )

Subject (Gobbo-tarian Aid)


The water was cold and the wind tore flecks of flotsam and mist across
the mast. It was exhilarating. The SS Grudgestealer tore through the waves
off the coast of Icewall in a mad dash for the southern coast of Althainia.
The Grudgestealer was so named as it was built from the recovered debris of
the dwarvish Grudgebearer. Boof found this amusing, he enjoyed harrassing
the dwarves almost as much as the Althainians.

Slinking through the fog, a massive and angular shadow darted about. It had
been following the Grudgestealer since Darkonin's port. Normally Boof would
fear such a creature chasing his ship, but this was not an unknown. The
Deliverance was the pride of Darkonin's fleet. It was by far the fastest,
sleekest, and most devious vessel ever conceived.

To add insult to injury, Boof had procured forty five mul slaves and one
very grumpy pirate to act as task master. Gorbaz had been a friend of
Boof's for a very short time, but Boof enjoyed this hobgoblin a great deal.
Boof watched him with a grin as Gorbaz unleashed lash after wicked lash
against the hides of the filthy dwarves.

They were on an important mission. Normally the use of dwarves on a ship
would be lunacy, but in this instance, they needed the extra rowing power.
The Grudgestealer was a massive freight vessel, currently stocked with
thousands of pounds of meat, wine, and other necessities of life. Secondary
amongst these were various weapons and armaments.

Dolund'ir was a poor nation, and they needed aid. The Althainian's were
good on their word in -attempting- to send aid to the nation they had
subjugated. Unfortunately Boof knew the end result. While the Empress
spent very little time allowing for such niceties to come to the goblins,
she did allow some. But, between Dolund'ir and Althainia these goods were
almost always captured.

Boof had his suspicions of the sycophants that ate from their mistress'
hand. Foremost in his mind was her horrible nephew, Rhaelor Snowdragon.
This was the man that actively and without shame sought the head of Boof and
the extermination of All of his kin.

Gorbaz's yell tore through Boof's ruminations, screaming at the dwarves,
'Row faster ye lazy li'l bastards! ' His whip crashed into the face of a
young mul, causing him to fall to the deck, screaming in agony.

One of the elders of the slave-crew leapt up, falling prey to his own nature
and cursed Gorbaz, 'We ken' row no bloody faster ye fithy yellow-eyed
monstah! Leave mae lads bae!
' Gorbaz started forward, but Boof placed a
hand on his shoulder.


Stepping forward Boof proclaimed, 'Wez understandz yerz plight sir dwarfy,
and der Lord Devion iz pleased dat youz iz helpin ter aid himz favored
children.
' Boof didn't miss a beat as a grin peeled across his face.
'Himz has told der priest Boof dat if youz can solve der riddle, himz will
order dat youz All haz der break, and free rationz ub rum.
'


The mul wiped his dirty face, and pondered this. He obviously did not trust
the goblin but what could it hurt? '... Fine, wha' bae yer riddle
green-skin?
'

'Iz simple! Which iz der most painful way ter die? Drownin, or burnin ter
death!?
' Before the mul could open his mouth, Gorbaz lunged forward, drop
kicking the poor creature in the chest. He flew several feet before
bouncing off the railing into the icy water below.

With that Boof raised his hands, whispering a prayer to Devion. A ball of
unholy fire swirled around his hands before screaming after the falling
dwarf. Screams and sizzling could be heard below, bubbles of smoke rose
forth from the waves as Boof wheeled on the remaining dwarves.

Der answer iz both! Now git back ter rowing youz filthy stinkin' dwarfiez
or mez will killz youz All one by one!
'

Turning back he kicked one leg up on the railing, arching his back he
warbled a laugh into the cold mist. Somewhere in the distance, roars and
cackles emerged from a shadow as it slid through the fog.




Writer: Taggett

Date Mon Jun 15 15:30:18 2015

To All Imms Conclave *RP*

Subject Dead Sleep 1/3


NOW

Moonlight from the White Moon cast itself through the gnarled dead tree
branches, like a search lamp. The ground in the section of the brooding
forest was completely charred, as if by some mighty great Red Dragon. Life
had only started to reclaim the cindered remains of some ancient disaster.
Small fireflies skimmed the surface of the green primitive plants that
managed to claw themselves through the ash. The wood of the trees All burnt
and shedding on one side in a radius, a focal point, a center point. Near
this center the ground itself was raised as if the rocks tried to mimic the
ocean waves. In the middle of that, something stirred, a small hand lifted,
at first but only a couple of fingers.

THEN

If you want to see some real magic, then we have to go someplace nobody will
ever find us!
Taggett Silverwolfe danced ahead of her best friend in the
whole world. Her snow white hair trailing from the round buns on either
side of her head. What better place then Shokono?! She shouted to the
kender who seemed to be curious about everything around them.

This was far from the first time she and Palaquin had made the trip to the
island. They had been obsessed with the culture for a long time, and both
tended to mirror the style of the people and culture. There had been a bond
between the two of them for more years then either could try to count.
Taggetts magic had always been a source of mischief for the two. Lifetimes
would never show on the girl, who seemed no more then an average fifteen
year old. The adventures they had shared could fill days with fantastical
stories. Taggetts life as a witch, turning herself into a kender. They had
fought in the ranks of Nordmaar, theyd lived life in Balifore. They even
shared a home there. Life was different then, Balifore was still the kender
home.

Just up ahead! Taggett whispered something else under her breath and the
two girls lifted up and out over the forest branches. The sky was bright
and shining with a warmth that echoed the carefree joy they both were
feeling. This was how they wished it could always be. Life had changed
when Taggett joined the Conclave. She knew there would be sacrifice when
she went to school there. When she had the chance to learn All she could
from the brightest minds in Algoron. So much death, and battle she hadnt
been ready for.

Time changes things, people adjust, most even grow up but it wasnt so for
the perpetual teenager. Adapting she spent her days studying, she helped
when she could in the battle against those who would see an end to magic.
She had loving parents, she came into this new life, she matured in the mind
if not in her skin. She followed her faith to Kantilles unwavering.

Narrowly smashing into a branch the girls landed into a clearing near a
small pond in the middle of the forest floor. Excitement sparkled in
Taggetts soft green eyes. Finally she pulled her surprise from the white
robes that drenched her body. A deep black leather bound books.

I, what do you call it? Borrowed it. The two of them laughed as they did
when they shared something between only the two of them. Its from those
scary black robes,
Taggett settled the book on the rich green grass
inbetween the two of them. Palaquin ducked a look around as if they might
be doing something clever with a small tinge of mischief. She marveled for
a moment at the bright sparkling pond behind herself.

Its the perfect place isnt it? Taggett beamed as she also admired the
greenery. I could get in big trouble if anyone found out it was missing!
Again the girls laughed.




Writer: Taggett

Date Mon Jun 15 15:35:43 2015

To All Imms Conclave *RP*

Subject Dead Sleep 2/3


Seating herself cross legged in front of the book, Taggett nodded to her
friend to do the same. Ive always wanted to try it, but its such a
secretive magic, the power of the Invoker,
the young girl excitedly turned
the pages of the ancient book. Do you want to see it snow?! Taggett
beamed to her kender friend.

Palaquin nodded in agreement, Here? She watched as her friend flipped
through a few more pages stopping on something the kender could barely
understand. Only a few words made sense Cone of Cold

Taggett practiced the words a few times in her mind, something marvelous
began to happen at once. The girl had been blessed with magic her entire
existence, born a witch she took to almost any form of casting instantly.
Small sparkles of snowflakes began to fall from just above the both of them.
As one touched the human girls china white nose it sent an electric
excitement through her veins. The book began to hum in front of the both of
them, as she continued to chant.

That was when she felt it, a tug at the back of her mind, at first it was
just a glimmer of something, but soon it started to flood through her body
with a heat. The book was protected, a magic, to make sure none outside of
the course of the Invoker might tamper with it. Panic snapped open Taggetts
eyes.

Run, she began to shout, but Palaquinn had already jumped to her feet and
back a step. The gentle snowfall instantly evaporated in midair as a flame
swirled at first in a constricted ball in the center of the pages. Taggett
knew Palaquinn was fast, but she could not outrun magic. She cast two
spells as quickly as she could. First one incase the second did not work.


With a forceful motion Taggett lifted her hand to her friend, sending the
kender falling backwards into the pond. She watched Palaquinns face for
signs that the spell took hold. She felt some relief as her friends eyes
snapped close and a expressionlessness came over her face. The water
rippled with a bright blue as Taggett raised her other hand, she could feel
the heat from the book boiling over into the air around her, small beads of
sweat falling from her face. Palaquinn vanished under the water.




Writer: Taggett

Date Mon Jun 15 15:42:12 2015

To All Imms Conclave *RP*

Subject Dead Sleep 3/3


Lifting her hands in front of her own face, she turned her body to stone.
With one last breath she cast a final spell, the fire in the center of the
book roared into an exploding blinding cone of fire. As the flames washed
over Taggett her eyes fell close, her mind went black, her expression went
dead. The spell shed cast on Palaquin now took hold of her, she slept the
sleep of the dead.

NOW

Ash fell, in tiny flakes from the china white fingertips. In one
exasperating gasp Taggett sat bolt upright, snarling vines, the only color,
clung to her body and snapped away. Dark black soot smudged her face and
coated her once white robes. It took a moment for her to remember how to
breath. Her hair a tangled web of gray, soaked with the disaster around
her. Pale green eyes, looked around in a state of absolute shock.

Memories raced back to her, broken, shifting ghosts that she could barely
piece back to where they were suppose to go. The highlands, the kender, the
conclave, yinn, so many memories, so many friends. How much time had
passed? Was anyone she knew still alive? In All the confusion there was
only one thing that remained constant.

The girl stood, shaky on her feet, she couldnt believed shed caused such
destruction. The pond shed teleported her friend through was gone. Her
friend? What was her name again?

Tearing a useless piece of cloth from her robe she freed herself to move a
few steps forward. The night sky shown countless stars framing the White
Moon, the Black and Red distant off in other directions. From what she knew
of astrology, the whole world seemed different. She could feel it in the
air, so many things had changed. She was one of the only things that hadnt.


There was one other constant, one other face in All of the history she could
remember. One last name that called to her. She knew she had to find her,
she had to find Palaquin.




Writer: Euterah

Date Mon Jun 15 16:17:47 2015

To All Darkonin ( Sunny Imm rp )

Subject Deliveries to Dolund'ir - The Towers Donation



It was night, but her eyesight was keen, the little light provided by the
visible moons enough to make the pathway clear. She kept her head bent her
scarf wrapped tightly, her clothing whispering against her skin. No one
could hear her over the noises of the dark forest and creeping forth she led
a motley band of recruits, mostly bored goblin lords from the palace who
never seemed to do anything but spend money. She flashed a grin full of
sharp white teeth that only she could see. Hefting her large bag up onto
her shoulder again, she spoke quietly to the rest, All of them loaded with
food and clothing from Darkonin.

"We are very close to the entrance, we will deliver our goods within and be
away before Althainia can spy us
."

They nodded in agreement. They were not built for fighting. They all
preceded creeping down a tunnel and arriving on a quiet path.

The reception they received was timid, scarce amount of goblins appeared and
when they dropped their parcels, only two more came to claim a share.
Euterah looked around, her dismay clear on her face.

"We will continue to help you where we can. We are kin. We have not
forgotten you are our people also
." She vowed, placing her hands over her
heart.

She and her midnight crew left as quickly and quietly as they came.




Writer: Elisbet

Date Tue Jun 16 17:08:01 2015

To All Darkonin ( Sunny Imm rp )

Subject (Gobbo-tarian Aid) Continues


Black as pitch, black as her heart, the ship cut through the waves. She
would run interference if there was any problems with the delivery of goods
to Dolundir. She followed the Grudgestealer and the slipped past, easily
out pacing the freight. She could hear Boofs shrill voice barking orders.
She chuckled to herself, the sound much louder than she expected and she
clamped her mouth shut, gritted her teeth and set to the task at hand. The
Plague was an easy ship to run, quick and hard to see, especially against
the midnight cloudy sky and the deep dark waters of the sea. She did not
see any other ships out, save the freight behind her. They would be
successful in their errand. She turned the ship to follow the coastline,
watching for any enemies that might impede their mission. No one was about,
nothing moved over the land. She watched the freight port off shore. She
turned the Plague back out to sea. She would wait for a moment until they
unloaded.




Writer: Gabhran

Date Tue Jun 16 20:44:14 2015

To Nordmaar All Imm Cliath

Subject In The Wilds (Part 1 of 2)


The last few months have been a whirlwind of activity for Gabhran, and
although he enjoyed the company of clan and kin, there were times when he
felt disconnected from the world. There was plenty of great moments that
kept him laughing. His own mother filling his decantur with whiskey and
getting him so drunk he vommitted, in the donation pit, his sister turning
everyone into frogs, and countless evenings losing his coins to his people.


His countless nights at the gate watching out to the valley below gave him a
sense of belonging, but it also left his devoid of the healing power of the
land. The wind through the trees, birdsong filling the air, and the low
rustle of animals as they move through the brush. He had a day off coming
in his rotation. Being far too astute for too long dulls the senses, but he
spent his times generally making sure the guard rotations were fair and
balanced. This time, he knew he had to utilize it.

Taking a few of his kinsmen and off-duty guards with him, Gabhran headed for
the Blackwoods. Many a Viking came out for the outiing as well, bringing
casks of mead. He had them bring their husbands, wives and little ones with
them, as he knew keeping them locked up in the city was also bad for morale.
He would not allow the spirit of the Highlanders or Vikings to be crushed by
enemies, nor would he allow others to feel the sting of regret as they stood
by and watched life happen instead of living it. He needed to see them be
free and happy, to enjoy the gifts of Cliath just as much as he needed to
escape the endless days being a guardian of the most fierce and proud men
and women in All of Algoron. He was going to do it his way though.

As his kinsmen and friends set up food along the banks of the river, Gabhran
hung up his thick cloak on a nearby tree branch. As the people turned their
attention to their families and the food, Gabhran knelt on the thick grass
of the forest floor. His brows furrowed in concentration as his veins began
to swell and sweat started beading on his skin. His muscled back started to
change, small bumps starting to form across its surface. Small feathers of
mottled brown and white started to sprout from his flesh. His toes were
growing into sharp talons, and with a final screech his countenance was now
adorned with short, powerful beak. A giant owl now stood where Gabhran once
was. Spreading his wings, he flew to the top of the tree, and if owls could
smile instead of blinking at you condescendingly, he would have smiled from
earhole to earhole. Surveying a good branch, he settled down upon it and
scanned the forest floor below, even the smallest minute popping out to his
large eyes in perfect clarity. It was pure serenity, and he was finally
getting to connect with the world Cliath had so intricatelly fashioned.

For hours he stood upon his perch, the warm sun and cool winds creating a
the perfect amount of relaxing climate for him. As the sun started to head
towards the horizon, he turned his head towards some uncommon noises in the
direction of his people. A pack of wolves were coming in close, and the
sound from the festivities was keeping the people from hearing. There were
a small pack, probably about ten wolves bearing down at them, and despite
his screeching, they took it as ambient noise and were continuing with their
good time. Desperate and worried that they wolves would reach them before
he could, the owl took of from the branch and dove towards the ground. As
he was falling, he went into shock, the force of the change of him reverting
back his mortal coil leaving him plummeting to the ground. On pure strength
of will, he started to come to mere moments before he hit the earth, a large
thud as a huge puff of dirt was thrown into the air. There stood before the
group an enormous grizzly bear, menacing eyes and massive paws digging into
the land. The people took note and started to gather up their young as the
grizzly bear ran towards the tree line.




Writer: Taggett

Date Tue Jun 16 21:16:31 2015

To All Palquinn Conclave Imm *Rp*

Subject The Quest


Taggett Silverwolfe glanced back over her shoulder. The Tower of White,
a marble masterpiece befitting All of the knowledge Kantilles had blessed
onto the mortal world. This was the most recent of her memories. This was
the place she knew before the accident she had spent so many days and
nights. Studies of every form of magic, understanding the anatomy of as
many living creatures as she could get her hands on. She studied alchemy,
how to scribe a spell to parchment. The lunar cycles of the moons and how
they effect the world so far below. Secrets that only with intense studies
and dedication would the tombs be shown, the spellcraft granted.

Each room looked the same, and yet completely different. It was only the
library that seemed almost completely as she remembered it. Perhaps, it was
because here was where she spent so much of her time. She always tried to
impress her teachers, always strived to learn as much as possible. For a
moment she gave a nervous glance around the forest. Some habits were going
to be harder to break then others. Part of Taggett wished she could stay
longer. Shed met a half elf, just starting to decide what course of magic
she would take to. A smile came to the girls coral lips as she let her eyes
fully take in the Tower. She had a feeling this would not be the last time
she would see the girl, Taggett hoped her advice would help.

The forest seemed somehow lighter, shed remember a number of times running
down this path being chased by one clan member or another. Casting as many
chants as she could into the air hoping one spell or another would slow them
down. She couldnt be bothered with that right now. Even if she was so
entranced by meeting a real life pixie, something shed only spied a few
times at a distance. Even if part of her knew she could still do more, work
harder to help the Conclave grow. This was certainly one of the harder
decisions she was forced to make. Leaving this place, it was a painful
scab, memories of having left so many homes behind, so many friends,
families.

This was not the time to feel sorry for herself, she had told the girl the
same in the library. In this life when you spent so much time around death,
trying to understand it, ways to stop it. The only reality was that in the
end it came for everyone. Some faster then others, and what we are looking
for cant be found in a book, we can only find in others. In our friends.
It was time to shed away any other distractions. She had only one mission
in this whole world. To find the one thing that meant more then anything
else in Algoron. It was time to find Palquinn Silverstream.




Writer: Vulgrim

Date Tue Jun 16 22:06:04 2015

To All Verminasia Imm

Subject Thoughts of the Zealot



Another day for Vulgrim as he jerks himself awake as per usual within his
darkened alcove in some alley which he called home. With a grumble he wipes
off his face and shakes his head to rid himself of the All too familiar
nightmares that plague his mind. Quickly gathering his thoughts as he walks
his way out, nodding slightly and tossing a gold piece to the nearby beggar
woman who he always has a small chat with now and then. Stepping foot
within the southern square of his kingdom of Verminasia, where rain has
begun falling.

Looking upward he takes a deep breath with a wide grin, 'A marvelous day
already' he speaks to himself. Quickly darting into a shadow of a street
lamp as he makes his way toward the Altar that is his life. Arriving and
shaking off some of the water upon his coat as he walks toward the statue
and kneels to what is his one and only care in the world, Necrucifer.

'Master, the one who for some reason has allowed me this life after All I
have done. My evident failure to your own Will before I became what am I
now, and yet you still seek to give me your blessing. Allow me to give my
thanks; for you have reborn my cowardice into zeal, my sorrow into strength
and my pain into something I know now as a lesson. May my body, blade, and
soul, forever be shrouded your blessed darkness. Your darkness, Master,
forever and always. Amen.'

Standing up with a deepened sigh he reaches into the coat that has been
through as much as he has. Taking out a dagger before rolling up the cuff
over his left arm. He looks up to the statue before laying his arm across
the Altar in front of him and with a heavy clench of his teeth, drove his
priz prized dagger into his arm.

A load groan echoes throughout the temple as he pulls the blade toward his
wrist until the cut stretches a few inches before speaking. 'May...My
pain show...My devotion to what I hold dear. My worthless breath, my
destroyed body, All for you, Necrucifer. Allow All my loss, misery, pain,
pleasure, and happiness All belong to you.'

With a load scream his hand slips, throwing the dagger to the floor before
taking a few deep breaths allowing his blood to pool upon the altar.
Standing up he quickly bandages his wound before slowly cleaning up the
newly spouted blood. With a small grumble of his own idiocy he walks out of
the temple toward his final destination, the bridge in which belonged to
his master's own wife. Upon taking step on the bridge a deep and heavy sigh
comes from Vulgrim as he leans upon the railing, gazing over toward the
river below in deep thought.

'Why is it, the one thing I believe to be true, is already a lie.' He
quickly shakes his head before peering down toward the glistening water.
'Master, just take me, and allow me to forever drown within your eternal
darkness' With those words he pushes himself away and walks onward, blood
dripping from his left hand that soon drops what he has been holding so
tightly within his hand; a blood stained rose




Writer: Gabhran

Date Tue Jun 16 22:20:11 2015

To All Nordmaar Imm Cliath

Subject In The Wilds (Part 2 of 2)


All of a sudden, the wolves burst through the brush and were met by the
massive grizzly. Teeth gnashed and jaws snapped as the massive forepaws
swiped out at the wolves. Fur was thrown everywhere, and blood splattered
the ground as the bear and the wolves fought. It was total chaos. Men and
women alike ran for their blades as the animals tore each other apart, the
ferocity of the growls and the cries from the wolves kept them at a
distance. The sunlight was starting to dip just below the horizon, and the
fighting was still as intense. A small group of people had the chance to
get the children to safety, but as the sun was lower than the forest canopy
it became increasingly risky for them to stay. The bear, with a backward
glance towards the highlanders, growled and inclined its large head towards
the trailhead. A wolf started to run towards the crowd, but the bear
snatched it by the tail and reared its head back hard, causing the wolf to
howl in pain. It's teeth flashed out and bit the bear square in the
shoulder. The bear growled in pain, and used its massive neck to pin the
head of the wolf in between his bottom jaw and his chest, squishing it like
a broken melon as its body slumped to the ground.

When the last human torch faded through the treeline, and only a few sparks
of light could be seen peeking through the tree, the wolves had grown tired
of the fray. Several of the pack laid dead upon the ground. From the look
of the count, it was far more than the ten originally estimated. Several
beasts hopped on injured paws away from the bloodied bear, tired snarls all
they could manage as they retreated. Aside from the bleeding wound on his
shoulder, and a few scratches across his back and torso, the bear was still
in decent shape. It slumped to the ground and rolled over on its back. Its
labored breaths started to slow as its form started to change. Its massive
form started to shrink, dark brown fur replaced by ruddy alabaster flesh.
His large snout started to grow copper in color, and replaced by Gabhran's
coppery beard. Laying on the ground now was Gabhran, tired and sore from
the fight, his tunic shredded and tinted red from the wolf claw scratches.
A row of teethmarks were present on his left shoulder. Slowing sitting up,
he shook the haziness from his head and trudged over to his waiting cloak.
He threw it around his shoulder and started to slowly make his way towards
the trail.

Before hitting the trailhead, Gabhran heard the rustling of something in the
bushes beside him. Grabbing his spear and barely being able to hold it, he
leaned the point towards the foliage. A small whimpering could be heard in
the dark green brush. Gabhran lowered the point of the spear to the ground
and knelt, his eyes sharply focusing on the noise.

"Come out, whoev'r ya bae" he says. "Nay worry, na' goin' to 'urt ya". A
small boy of nine summer old emerges from the brush, fear in his face but
trying to put on an air of courage. Gabhran smiles tiredly, nodding to the
lad. "Ya went an 'id lad, aye?" The lad nods slowly, trying hard not to
show his shame but still respecting his elder. "Well, don't bae tellin'
everyone lad, but I 'ave 'id from fights too when I was young'r. Ya are nay
just born baein' a 'ero, ya are made to bae one wit' experience."
The
boy's face started to brighten, as he approached Gabhran. Gabhran could see
that he was unhurt, but he was still exhausted. The young ones were
wrestling in the brook All day, and most of them would most likely be lying
in their beds right now, recuperating from the day's events. "Well, come
wit' mae lad"
.

The boy took a few steps, but couldn't make it long before he was lagging
behind. Gabhran tried to coak him along, but he was just out of energy.
With a small tired nod of understanding. Gabhran concentrated hard, and
turned into a giant moose. Kneeling down, he allowed the young by to climb
on his back as he slowly plodded his way back to Nordmaar.




Writer: Mercerion

Date Wed Jun 17 00:21:28 2015

To All Nadrik Immortal Religion Devion

Subject The Wages of Sin



Mercerion was deep in meditation within the temple, praying about his
imminent return to Gareth keep. The prayer candles flickered as the incense
burned, a sickly sweet aroma filling the temple. As he finished his prayer,
his mind was assailed with the conversation between Etoile searching for her
father, and the deceptive little imp of a hobgoblin named Boof.

Akelin, please awaken.

Mez eats hims.

Mez bring him back in bags.

Mercerion scowled. This wretched creature had been spreading Devion's filth
long enough. It was time for the Order to give a history lesson. As the
Templar entered the castle, he noticed the General was in the cots so he
made his way there.

Along the way, the Goblin was talking again, speaking of how Etoile was part
ogre, which was an explanation to her masculine features. As Mercerion
rounded the corner, Rellinath was already looking through a portal which
lead into a tavern in Abaddon. Sure enough, there was Boof. Mercerion
looked at Rellinath, and they shared a nod, and dove through the abyss into
the tavern.

Once arriving, Boof looked up from the table, and the three shared
pleasantries. Rellinath found the exit to the tavern and took up position
there, while Mercerion sat at the table, and questioned Boof about his
knowledge of history.

Care for a bit of History, Devionite?

Mez cares if its der TRUTH

Rellinath chuckled and said, "Oh you'll like this then."

Mercerion continued speaking to Boof about how in History, for his
deception, Devion paid the price to Nadrik in the cost of his left hand.
Boof of course had a quip about where was Nadrik now. At this Mercerion
rose from the table and said, "Lets play a game. In this game, I will play
the role of; Nadrik, upholding Honor
." Boof drew a dagger as Rellinath
plunged a blade into the door to keep it from opening. "And you will play
the part of Devion, whom pays the price for his dishonor in the; cost of his
left hand
." Mercerion drew a flawless silver sword and advanced on Boof,
whom drew a dagger and swung wildly at the air, refusing to let the Order
take his hand.

To Boof's credit, he called and pleaded to the world, but for All his
deceptions, his actual cry for help was falling upon deaf ears. Mercerion
advanced, and with the flick of his wrist, tossed Boof's dagger away,
sending him to the ground. Mercerion stepped on Boof's wrist and dipped his
head.

The words of the LORD are pure, like silver refined in a crucible, purified
seven times over
And with that the silver sword leapt to a blazing fire, and
was slashed in a sweeping arc. A spray of blood and the sound of burning
flesh filled the air, followed immediately by the goblin's unintelligible
curses. Mercerion leaned down and grabbed the severed hand and said, "Let
this; be a lesson. All dishonor is Sin. The wages of sin must be paid.
Honor, above All else
."





Writer: Rellinath

Date Wed Jun 17 17:51:04 2015

To All althainia aliera boof nadrik imm RP

Subject "You will fall along the way..."



Spending time in a jail cell gives you a lot of time to think.

That's one of the thoughts... Maybe the primary thought.... That went
through Rellinath's head. He fully understood why he needed to be where he
was, of course. He'd broken the law, although he hadn't known it at the
time, but ignorance wasn't an excuse, and had he known they were going into
Abaddon to confront Boof he would have done it anyway, by his own admission.
He hoped that others would take notice of the example that he and Mercerion
were setting by giving themselves up for judgement in accordance with the
law, which none should be above, including themselves. But he somehow
doubted that. He was stirred from his thoughts by Empress Aliera as she
approached the two jail cells housing himself and Mercerion, and greeted her
through the bars as he normally would. They exchanged words for a few
moments over the event, the Empress even stating herself that she did not
take issue with the end that they had sought in going in pursuit of Boof...
In fact, she quite liked the outcome itself... But the next words out of
Aliera's mouth shook Rellinath to the core.

"They do not justify losing your honor in the process of obtaining them.
And you both have. Any good you have done in this is tainted by the fact
that you broke the law in order to do so. "

He hadn't considered that. He'd followed Mercerion through that portal
willingly, and although he hadn't known at the time where they were, when
it'd been explained to him that they had been in Abaddon he hadn't really
cared, but it hadn't occurred to him that those thoughts, that ambivalence,
stole his honor from him as much as any intentional transgression. He'd
fallen to the same trap as those of Gareth's Keep, of whom he was so
critical in their undermining of Althainia's law. In the pursuit of good,
he had broken the law, and in doing so he had indeed fallen. He was no
saint, no champion of goodness in that moment, though he thought his cause
righteous enough at the time. By breaking the law, he had dishonored
himself and his purpose. He was not serving the cause of Nadrik, only his
own.

As Aliera left, nodding her head to him as he acknowledged and apologized
for his sin, he sat back on the ground of the cell and hung his head. He
should have known better. Hopefully next time, he would.




Writer: Boof

Date Wed Jun 17 18:48:26 2015

To All Mercerion Rellinath ( Devion Imm Rp Religion )

Subject (Hand-Picked Devionite)


Boof stared in disbelief as his hand fell from his arm. "This couldn't
be possible
", he thought, "This has to be a dream. " But as the hand fell
reality set in. Pain burst through his mind slowly at first, but soon it
became too much to bare.

He began to scream and cry, tears welling in his eyes. "Where was Vulgrim?
", he thought, "Perhaps he will arrive soon. " Screaming for aid, he
announced to the world the reality he had hoped was a lie. His hand had
been cut off, severed at the wrist by a flaming sword, wielded by the
worthless and filthy Knight of Nadrik.

Mercerion stared down at Boof as the hobgoblin cried in anguish. In a cold
and cruel voice he stated, as if giving a lesson, "Honor before All else. "
His lackey Rellinath pulled his sword free from the exit to the Fall From
Grace Tavern. Smirking he parroted, "Death before dishonor. "

Boof cursed the two, screaming his rage and anguish! As he cried and
sniveled at Mercerion's feet, the Knight bent and casually grabbed his
severed hand. Without so much as a word, the two vanished, praying for the
aid of their precious Lord Nadrik.

Boof cried aloud, "Mez will murder youz in yourz sleep youz filthy no good
bastardz!!!
"

Gasping from the pain, Boof drug himself to his feet. Patrons of the tavern
were stunned, some backed away and others watched. Knocking over a table he
tried to make his way to the door way. Snot and tears streamed down his
face as he tried to escape.

The last thought on his mind as he burst forth from the Abaddonian tavern
was, "No good mean Althainians... What had Boof ever done to them? " At
that, Boof passed out in the street, his fresh stump smoking in the cold
night.




Writer: Etoile

Date Wed Jun 17 22:11:03 2015

To All Althainia Boof Nadrik Imm Religion

Subject All or Nothing



The Templar and the General within Althainia's jail cells. She'd read the
notice a couple of times and could only feel guilt, the more she read it.
It was her, after all, who followed the trail of Boof, despite not knowing
exactly where she had ended up. Even if for a brief moment, he might have
annoyed her, but All she wanted was to give him a bit of a scare.

Nonetheless, while others do make their own decisions and she would have
no control of such, it was her actions that piqued the curiosity of others
and eventually that got the ball rolling. She had not made much of the
General and Templar proceeding after she had gone, for she was tired, too
tired to remain for what might happen next.

'Ugh, I should be there too,' she sighed and after a moments of wandering
around, she found Rhaelor.

'Uncle, arrest me!' she placed her hands in front of him, while he looked
on with a puzzled expression on his face. Despite her explanation, despite
the situation, he would refuse and attempt to speak a little bit of sense
into her.

As they parted ways, it almost seemed like he had succeeded.

Almost.

...

'What.. are you doing?' Rhaelor asked curiously.

Etoiled looked back, a bit startled by his presence at the jail cells, if
anything, it was a bit comical. She forced a smile, filled with much
embarrassment and replied, 'Trying.. to place myself in the jail cell.'

He smirked.




Writer: Cieran

Date Thu Jun 18 07:11:04 2015




Writer: Tairint

Date Thu Jun 18 10:59:50 2015




Writer: Tairint

Date Thu Jun 18 12:57:44 2015




Writer: Mahina

Date Thu Jun 18 18:08:37 2015

To All Althainia RP Religion Nadrik

Subject Turmoil



Mahina was on her last Aspirant task, the one that would prove to be the
hardest test, not only at the time, but also of her faith. She was not a
prideful person so asking for letters from those she assisted hurt her more
than anyone would ever consider. She thought of it as being prideful and
shuddered at the thought. She helped others out of the goodness of her
heart not for the recognition.

She finally finished her task and went to the Temple, bowed before His
statue and prayed, "Lord Nadrik, forgive me for my prideful actions, I am
your child bound to your will and you know my heart. I would do this for
anyone in need with nothing in return. Lord lead me as I continue on your
path of honor. Amen."
She stayed on her knees for some time before
getting up and walking out.





Writer: Thaydius

Date Thu Jun 18 18:13:06 2015

To All ( Religion Siccara Imm )

Subject A Simple Question



Doesn't the path of a Knight contribute more to the Light than a peasant
would?


A trip through the fringe regions of Algoron gave Thaydius All of the
perspective he needed on the inherent virtue of the path of a Knight. He
had come upon a solitary tree in the southwest regions of Arkane. Flattened
grass and scorched earth told the story of a struggle. With care, he let
his lance float idly by and touched his frigid feet to the ground and leaned
over to examine. He took in a deep breath and stared on at the scene with
glowing eyes.

The young woman had been trying to evade her pursuers for days. She had
fallen off of her horse, trying desperately to nurse the arrow wound in her
upper arm. On her heels, four white chargers had been keeping up with her
in the twisted trails of Arkania's famous, rocky coasts. The witch looked
up at the sky, using her one good hand to grip one of the potions on her
belt. This wasn't her favored arm, but she gave it her All with the throw.
An inferno ensued, causing the chargers to buck the Knights off of their
horses. They called to the gods of Light to quell the flames.

When they made their way into the small clearing, the woman was nowhere to
be seen. But a trail of her blood from the arrow wound gave her away,
leading to a nearby cropping of rocks. She was too weak to resist, eyes
filled with the resilient focus of unmitigated anger. They forced her arms
behind her back and bound them, stuffing a bag over her head. In this, a
flux of time, Thaydius started to reach out, his actions imperceptibly slow.
There was no changing the past.

They dragged her to the tree and flung a rope up over a sturdy branch,
fastening the end of it around her neck without much worry for the resulting
tightness. The symbol of Zandreya around her neck jostled to and fro with
every action, blood running down her arm, her fear hidden behind the
faceless, burlap monster they had replaced her with. He yelled in protest
as they took the other end and yanked at it relentlessly, drawing her feet
up off of the ground so she could be displayed along this remote path. All
in the name of Nadrik.

He was hit with the present like a brick wall, staring up at the dangling
body as tears streamed down his cheeks. This half elven woman was a product
of her environment. Mages had destroyed her life, she was not accepted by
the humans who raised her and she was brutalized by the light. The same
light that had shown him everything that was good. His heart raced inside
of his chest as he cut the rope and carried the woman inland to the forests.
She was buried in a peaceful glade of flowers, her amulet tucked into her
hands. He shook his head and thought of All the other similar moments he
had witnessed.

Men in thick armor slitting the throats of bandits, burning the farms of men
that had sold grain to the enemy, so on and so forth. He could not fathom
how his Uncle would inspire them to commit such acts. His heart could
barely reconcile the Nadrik they thought they knew and the Nadrik he had
seen. Someone would have to weep for these tragedies. The tremendous
sadness of such cruelty needed to be addressed.

Not necessarily, no.




Writer: Elisbet

Date Thu Jun 18 18:30:13 2015

To All Darkonin ( Sunny Imm rp )

Subject (Gobbo-tarian Aid) Continues


She watched the waters, the sound of the sea against the hull of the
Plague a gentle lap as she waited, coal black eyes focused on the freight.
From the mists slipped a ship, a ghostly shadow that could have been a
specter for All its appearance. She watched it approach the Grudgestealer.
She wondered if this was the aid Boof had spoken of. She leaned over the
rail, peering at the ethereal gray of the hull. She spied the Captain and
realized the ship was none other than the Scythe. Abaddons own answer to
the swift ships of the oceans. She was impressed with the silence the
Scythe made as it dropped anchor. The crew lowered a skiff and quickly the
transfer of goods was underway. She raised anchor, trimmed the sail and
turned back for the Mountain. This adventure had been a great success,
thanks to the collaboration Boof had set up. She looked forward to
celebrating with Gorbaz and Boof later.




Writer: Taggett

Date Thu Jun 18 18:37:50 2015

To All Rellinath Zooey Mercerion Althainia Arkane Imms *RP*

Subject Searching Althainia *P1*



The fresh blood dripped from the heart in her ghostly white hand.
Taggett Silverstreams muted green eyes remained transfixed on a small ant
crawling up the side of one of the trees in her room at the Blue Pixie. It
had been the girl herself whod brought in a couple outside creatures to make
the room feel more alive. She loved life, she could feel it as strong as
death. Her knee hurt, shed taken a sickness, an arthritis from the knee of
Zooey Shrilinda, the new Wizardess of the Azure Tower. It All started to
sink in.

Shed spent most of the evening with Zooey, it was a tricky to get a clear
answer from Taggett about being a Lifemage. She didnt mind going into the
rational behind delving into the arts of death magic. It had been her
entire course study when she was part of the Conclave. Very few
Necromancers ever came from the White Tower. Her entire stay shed yet to
meet another. Zooey wanted to learn as much as she could, she was starting
a new era in the Azure Tower. A chance to build a strong school of
knowledge was always a noble cause and Taggett wished she could be more open
about the details of Life Magic. She knew better, she knew the Conclave was
protective of its knowledge, knowing if she broke that trust she would never
be excepted back when she finally completed her mission. When she finally
found her.

A firefly skimmed past Taggetts nose snapping her back to the moment, she
grimaced as she realized some of the blood from the heart she was holding
had speckled the white of her robe. She figured she should get it over
with. Shed shown Zooey a taste of her power taking the disease from the
womans knee, a condition which could have gotten very serious left
untreated. She also had collected another wound from Rellinath. Hed been
in a bar fight, she hadnt gotten much of the details, but she used her gifts
to take away his black eye. The trick was not taking too much of a persons
illness, every person had a multitude of possible disasters waiting in their
bodies. Zooey had questioned how Taggett would fix herself now that she had
brought the arthritic kneecap upon herself. Part of Taggett knew the
Wizardess wasnt as concerned about if Taggett had the ability but wanting to
see more of the art.

Rellinath had given Taggett a list of people to speak with including
Mercerion, who showed up that night. His arrival in the Tree House room of
The Blue Pixie, one of Taggett and Palquinns favorite places to stay, didnt
seem to sit well with Zooey. It surprised the Lifemage some that the two of
them knew one another, but only perhaps because she felt she knew not a soul
left in the world. It was her hopes that he might know of Palquinn
Silverstream, that her kender friend had been found, or awake and had passed
through here.

Mercerion spoke directly to Taggett, Perks of the Kindred. Hope swelled
inside and she didnt feel the need to hide the reality of her situation any
longer. She had been asleep for a very long time. It seemed Mercerion
might not have known the location of her friend but he served a much greater
purpose. He had been alive since before the separation of the continents.
He was a compass through time. He could give her some idea of how long shed
been asleep.




Writer: Taggett

Date Thu Jun 18 18:39:58 2015

To All Rellinath Mercerion Zooey Althainia Arkane Imms *RP*

Subject Searching Althainia *P2*



Looking down at the heart, she let her bare fingers trace the soft edges
one last time. She never liked to collect body parts herself so most of the
time shed visit large battle fields and drift through the shadows collecting
the things she needed. Closing her eyes she inhaled the scent of the dead,
she looked for some small spark still inside of the soft meat colored organ.
Finding it she pulled at that energy until she could feel a warmth pass over
her.

There was a calming sensation through her whole body, the bruise around her
eye lightening slowly until it was gone completely, the pain in her right
knee trickled away into nothing. Her mind flipped through the images. What
shed learned the night before. She was hundreds of years old, frozen in the
body of a young girl, she could very well be the last of the Silverwolfe
family the once rulers of Arkane. Balifore had been destroyed, the kender
that had been there few escaped, most were slaughtered. The house she and
Palquinn had shared, destroyed. More then anything fear sank into her body,
doubt.

She knew Palquinn wasnt dead or she would feel it. What she feared was her
friend could have woken years and years before, she might not even remember
Taggett at All if she did find her. The sudden feeling of being All alone
in this world filled her with a dread that facing the dead never had.
Opening her eyes she let the crumbling remains of the heart from her hand
into a small dish at her side. She had to trust Kantilles would lead her,
she had to trust that her friend was going to be found. Standing her kimono
brushed the soft grass of the rooms floor. She would keep looking,
searching the areas around Althainia. Talking with whomever would listen.
Once shed unturned every stone, she would have to move on. She would travel
to Shalonesti.




Writer: Rellinath

Date Thu Jun 18 20:47:36 2015

To All althainia darkonin imm rp

Subject Midnight Convoys



He crouched there, in the shadows and the mud and the vegetation, his
body painted with mud and draped with vines and half-buried under a rock,
perfectly concealed to All but the most wary eyes. Many of the goblins who
carried supplies through the tunnels to Dolund'ir passed within thirty feet
of his position, yet not a one suspected he was there. His eyes were
narrowed to mere slits, kept open only as much as needed to view what was
going on so that the whites of his eyes or the reflection of light off of
his corneas wouldn't give him away, as he watched the progression carting
crate after crate, barrel after barrel of supplies for the "impoverished"
people of Dolund'ir.

Althainia was, of course, well aware of the "secret" mission, though with as
many ships as they'd sent he wasn't sure it qualified as that anymore. Even
so, they might have missed it were it not for Althainia's secret weapon:
Captain Jadelyn Darkwater, once a pirate and scourge of the Arsataw Yaa, now
sailing under Althainia's colors as a commander of their Navy. The
Captain's previous career had developed within her a knack for picking up
trade convoys, and this one stuck out to her tuned senses like a sore thumb.
As a result of the Captain's report, scouts were positioned All along the
Althainian coastline to keep track of the fleet, though All were told to
keep their distance and keep under strict cover, as this was a scouting
mission, not an engagement of enemy forces. Rellinath had, of course,
figured where a convoy of merchant ships might be heading though, especially
after All of the fuss that'd been raised about the "oppression" of
Dolund'ir, so he had personally volunteered to keep an eye on the intended
destination, and true to his style had gotten perhaps just a little closer
than would be comfortable for most. Not Rellinath, though... From his
seventh to his seventeenth birthday he'd lived in the wilds, rarely coming
through civilization except to replenish some supplies or seek a healer on
the rare occasion he'd fallen ill or been bitten by something unsavory. If
he could hide from a rampaging bear or an angry badger intent on ripping him
apart for disturbing its nest and escape their detection, he could hide from
a bunch of goblins.

Several times he wondered if he should be doing more than just watching.
Dolund'ir was, after all, in close proximity to Althainia, and it might do
to discourage Darkonin from meddling here. He decided against it, though,
and his lips quirked into a wry smile, though he did not permit his lips to
part and let his teeth give away his concealment. He idly wondered if the
goblins had thought this through. Sure, on the surface it looked good for
them, aiding their poor "repressed" brethren, but Dolundir was an Althainian
province. The coin spent on buying food and supplies for their people was
Althainian. The goblins were directly, whether aware of it or not, aiding
Althainian citizens by delivering these goods to Dolund'ir, as they were
Althainian people.

As the supply train dwindled to a halt and the goblins prepared to leave
amidst the predictable shouts fostering revolt against Althainia, as the
ships weighed anchor and sailed back off to the horizon, Rellinath took one
more guarded look around the area to make sure he wasn't being observed and
then stood, muscles screaming in protest of moving after having been held
still for so long. And then he took off, silently through the underbrush,
to where the Empress awaited his report. He figured she would be as happy
as he would that the goblins had done them such a favor.




Writer: T'reef

Date Thu Jun 18 22:46:57 2015




Writer: Euterah

Date Fri Jun 19 12:16:45 2015

To All Darkonin ( Sunny Imm rp )

Subject Deliveries to Dolund'ir - The Tower's Decision


She fumed as she strode to the Archonites lair, her aura sparked and
fizzled around her. After her flagrant display of wild magic, she seethed
at the loss of control. Her emotions were not in check, she was so enraged.
She had to calm down or her aura would override her senses and then she
would be in trouble. She moved around one of the giant stones that formed a
circle in the lair, coming to the pentagram she sat, crossing her legs,
willing herself to meditate. She closed her brackish dark eyes, feeling
soothed by the darkness, the crackle of electricity dying down. Her mind
returned to what she had learned from Boof.

This is why she had such a loss of influence over her aura, her wild magic
bursting out from her, at least she had discharged the lightning at the
rock. She still could feel the anger roiling inside her. Those audacious
wretched Althainians and their twisted sense of honor, she sneered. Boof
paid a heavy price for their endeavors of taking much needed goods to
Dolundir. The fact that she was the only one livid over this travesty
seemed to rein her emotions in again. She thought about the conversation
with the Supreme General.

Xhyrryhx rumbled in his deep voice, "Dey will pay sebenfold! " She hissed,
her brackish eyes a swirl of seething simmering anger.

She stated, "What they do to one of us, they do to All of us, may our gods
be offended by their actions and smite them.
" The Supreme General agreed
with her.

"Oh. Dey got dere's coming. "

Euterah tapped her chin, thoughtful for a moment, she gave a sigh and
replaced her head wrap, winding it tightly against her head and neck. "Can
we not do something involving the politics of our world? Can the King not
order arrests? Demand them extradited? You and the king could decide this,
yes?
"

Xhyrryhx shifted his bulk, set her in his gaze "We are at war with
Althainia.
" This was an ongoing battle, building to what culmination,
Euterah could not see yet in her cauldron.

Euterah stomped her slippered foot in frustration. "It is unacceptable to
me that we leave this be. I want... No I demand recompense!
"

Xhyrryhx continued to look at her, wisely replying, "Dere are casualties.
But we are Darkonin. One ub ours loses a hand one ub deres loses a head.
"

Euterah narrowed her eyes at Xhyr'ryhx carefully, adjusting her head wrap,
bidding Xhyr'ryhx, "Good- evening, Supreme General, I must brew. "

She did not know if he was talking about the Althainians heads or if he was
speaking of the past heads that have rolled. She had escaped to her lair,
to brood and calm herself. She was having a difficult time of it. She just
could not let the subject go. She stood up and paced the room once again.
She would brew something evil, something to haunt those that would hinder
Dolundirs freedom. She would call up every nasty, filthy thing she could
imagine from the cauldron, may the Dark Goddess be blessed and the pantheon
of Darkness rejoice. She would visit Dolundir again. She made ready her
plans.




Writer: Saatma

Date Fri Jun 19 21:21:23 2015




Writer: Reagan

Date Sat Jun 20 07:01:21 2015




Writer: Gabhran

Date Sat Jun 20 10:48:41 2015




Writer: Andreyna

Date Sat Jun 20 16:01:18 2015

To All Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Zandreya Zypher Imm Rp

Subject The Decaying Vallen Tree: The Ceremony


The ceremony was a quiet one, the Queen of the Stars allowing the druids
to handle the burial of the decayed Vallen tree. Though this was something
the druids have never had to perform before, the elves had complete faith
that the druids would do so with the utmost of care, returning the blessed
gift to the Mother.

The holy ceremony lasted throughout the day, elves coming to pay their
respects one last time, many gathering to stand with the priestess, praying
with her, offering thanks to the Mother for the many gifts She had so
graciously bestowed upon them, thanking Her for allowing them the pleasure
of beholding the life of this ancient tree, and allowing them the
opportunity to return what was Hers.

After praying over and blessing the sacred remains of the Vallen tree, the
druids removed it with great care, ensuring that each root, each piece of
bark remained intact. The tree was placed carefully into the ground,
covered lovingly with the soil of the Shalonesti forest, each spade full
blessed before being sprinkled over the remains of the once majestic tree.


Sadness no longer filled the hearts of the elves, they were thankful,
hopeful, knowing that the tree would return to the arms of their Lady
Zandreya. It would thrive once again, its branches stretching throughout
the heavens, no longer would it feel pain, life would course through it once
more. Now came the question of what to do next? Some had suggested
planting a Vallen seed in its honor- this would take the skill of the
druids, the blessings of the Mother. She had allowed the elves to gift the
Gray Church and Her Monsignor with a precious sapling, perhaps the elves
would be able to plant a seed as well. Others suggested that the Deacon
build a Shrine in Her honor, that would once graduate into a grand Temple or
possibly even a Cathedral. Perhaps both thoughtful ideas would be
appropriate- a seed planted in the ancient tree's place, and a Shrine in a
location for All of Her faithful to enjoy.




Writer: Reagan

Date Sat Jun 20 23:34:35 2015




Writer: Gabhran

Date Sun Jun 21 07:17:01 2015




Writer: Megan

Date Sun Jun 21 09:47:42 2015




Writer: Reagan

Date Sun Jun 21 14:18:07 2015




Writer: Taggett

Date Sun Jun 21 14:44:46 2015

To All Althainia New_Thalos Tryxie Lunez Imm *RP*

Subject Searching Althainia *P3*


Swirling vapor brushed the back of the white kimono that Taggett most
often wore. There was a chill in air, a stillness in the constant movement.
As if everything and nothing was In complete unrest. The air itself was
heavy. Taggett let her mute green eyes search as far as she could through
the thick fog. Lifting the long sleeve of her robe the air retreated back
as she dispelled the haze with a quiet chant.

The bottom of her kimono floated along the top of the water, her bare feet
sinking into the murky mud of the lake's bank. This was her last resort.
She'd traveled most of the surrounding lands of Althainia. The arenas the
forests, an asylum of the mad. She'd even gone to a place she remembered
traveling a few times, a rainbow high above the kingdom.

Every place she visited either she was told that no kender by that name or
description had been there or she couldn't find any evidence that Palquinn
was still there. She had even done a couple of spells to see if she could
locate a few items that Palquinn always carried, her dragonfly wings, her
goggles. Nothing but empty silence in the ether. She spoke to as many of
Althainia as possible. Learning their language, as she studied elvish and
dwarven for her next trip north. This would be her last stop.

He was waiting on the island, a strange man that seemed out of place, with
his button down shirt and tie. Something so frightening about the gentleman
even with his polite appearance. The conversation was nearly a whisper. He
did not blink the entire time. He gave more riddles then information, but
what he did give Taggett was the fact that none of the lake had seen the
kender, not alive or dead. It was a strange thing to have the power over
the dead, to feel the tinge of fear in the way she was regarded. She had
always thought of her magic differently. Shed never seen it as means of
control, always a means to protect those she cared for.

Taggett sighed letting her kimono dry on a tree branch of her room at the
Blue Pixie, she hoped by morning she would be ready to make the trip to
Shalonesti. Normally it would take as much effort as whispering a spell to
Kantilles to be at the elf kingdoms front gate. She figured it smarter to
travel by foot, or flight. This would give her a chance to cover some
ground in her search. Palquinn could be literally laying anywhere in
Algoron, after All Taggett found herself at the center of the devastation
shed caused generations ago. Palquinn could be almost anywhere.

A knock at the door changed everything




Writer: Taggett

Date Sun Jun 21 14:47:31 2015

To All Althainia New_Thalos Tryxie Lunez Imm *RP*

Subject Searching Althainia *END*


It was a kender whod spoken to Taggett briefly prior abut the situation
the Life Mage was in. Arkane had been already extremely helpful in passing
out fliers in hopes someone might have seen Palquinn. Tryxie Lightcatcher
was anything but an average kender. Her beautiful bright eyes showd All of
the signs of her race, but her shocking pink hair surprised even Taggett who
thought shed seen nearly everything.

Tryxie was a detective, and Taggett needed someone with that kind of
specialty on the case. The two discussed a great deal that the Silverwolfe
could reaccount, even giving her the details of how things had ended up like
this in the first place. Shed yet to admit that shed taken a book of the
Invokers and caused her and Palquinns death like sleep.

It was while the girl relayed her plans for travel that the kender spoke a
name Taggett hadnt heard in a very long time. Lunez, The name sparkled
across history, it flooded the Life Mage with memories. Of a knight shed
dated, was his name Sura.... Of a friend in the desert. She knew Lunez, if
this was the same man shed known nearly her entire life. An electric white
hot energy sprung through her body more then anything else had since shed
woken.

Rushing from her room with Tryxie following close behind the sorceress
opened a portal to the streets of New Thalos. She rushed toward the place
she assumed the leader of the kingdom would be and she froze. What if this
wasnt the same man. She needed to take a step back. She would write him a
letter, she would learn more about New Thalos. The way they spoke. She
would wait for him to reply.

A coolness washed over the room in the Burning Sands. She forgot how
chilled the desert air could be at night. She was so greatful to Tryxie, it
had been a while since shed felt close to someone. Letting the kender in so
close felt good. Almost like having Palquinn back around. Taggett sank
into the warm bath the candles in the room flickering as if mimicking the
relief the water sank into her bones. She would see Tryxie again, but for
now she had one focus. Closing her eyes she could still see the letter shed
just scribed on the bed. The name still wet, the name was Lunez.




Writer: Megan

Date Sun Jun 21 16:26:21 2015




Writer: Gabhran

Date Sun Jun 21 16:41:17 2015




Writer: Reagan

Date Sun Jun 21 17:59:54 2015




Writer: Jadelyn

Date Sun Jun 21 22:18:09 2015

To Althainia Darkonin All ( Imm RP )

Subject Yo ho. Yo ho. (Part 1)


Watch our borders. If you see them enter and can attack, you have my
permission to make sure that they will not be doing it again.


Jadelyn smirked as she watched the crew from the crows nest of the Vanguard.
They were preparing the ship for some... Late night sailing. Everything
seemed to be in order. The few men she allowed to accompany her were
checking the rigging and the cannons. They were going to be ready for when
the ship of supplies from Darkonin decided to show up again.

When. Not if. If they thought one convoy could get through without
consequence, they'll do it again. And again. And again.

And the former pirate captain was more than willing and ready to deal with
the trespassers.

As she continued to watch the sparse crew work, another worker called out.

"Captain! I have what you asked for! " A wicked grin tugged on Jadelyn's
lips. She jumped from the nest and grabbed a nearby rope, sliding down to
the deck with practiced... Well, grace was a good enough word for it. She
took only a moment to regain her balance before approaching the worker.

"Which one did you get? " The worker stood straighter, a proud look on his
face.

"Both! The sail was easy enough to manage. We managed to find one buried
the in back of the shop. The other, well, we started work on it the moment
you sent us the design.
"

"Excellent. " Jadelyn handed the worker a blue diamond in payment as the
large black sail was loaded onto the ship, her crew already working to
switch them out. "Yes, I know, it's too much, but y' done good work, and...
Well, y'know to keep the Empress from knowin' I had it made 'fore she
'proved it.
" The worker simply nodded, a little wide-eyed at the the blue
in his hands as he disembarked the ship.

Another worker, one who had helped load the sail, walked up to Jadelyn and
handed her a box sealed shut with a single bit of twine. He bowed his head
and left while the Captain opened it. She smiled. Yes. This would do
nicely.

"GENTLEMEN! " She turned to face her crew of few men, the devilish grin
never leaving her features. "Prepare the sail an' get some rest! We got us
a border to patrol the moment that sun goes down!
" She walked up to one of
the men and handed him the box. "Y' might be military, and y' might follow
protocol. But t'night... T'night yer not. We sail under 'er banners, but
we're not doin' so as the Althainian Imperial Navy.
" The crew glanced at
each other, which earned a laugh from the Captain. "Yer gettin' a chance to
play pirate, men. So leaver yer badges and uniforms behind! We're 'bout t'
have some real fun.
"

As the crew went back to work, Jadelyn turned and took one by the arm. "And
go tell th' Empress 'bout the sail. Let 'er know we do it t' keep from
bein' detected. She'll understand.
" The crewman took off and the Captain
turned back to the box, still held by the man she handed it to. Her fingers
traced the fabric inside.

"They will see my colors from every port... And they will know just who
sails for Althainia.
"




Writer: Aliera

Date Sun Jun 21 22:46:34 2015

To Althainia Dolund'ir Darkonin Imm RP Zypher Nadrik All Boof Rellinath

Subject Murder in the Empire



'Aliera murdered a member ub Dolund'ir fer no reason!!! '

Priest of Devion faced the Priestess of Nadrik and lied to the world, not
ten feet from her. At best, it was a deceitful attempt to mark her as a
tyrant who cared nothing for those of her Empire, especially the goblin-kin.
At worst it was a threat against her own life as well, summoning a guard of
her Empire and killing him before her, goblin or not. The General's
presence along with the one of the more wild members of the military sent
Boof scattering and praying home, leaving the Empress and her General behind
to deal with the aftermath. At her signal, a few of her personal guard
stepped forward and lifted the body of the murdered guard with the utmost
care and brought him to the Temple of Light.

As Aliera entered the city guards went back to their posts and a servant
excused herself as well, leaving the Priestess to prepare the dead. She
worked in relative silence, speaking only occasionally to Rellinath as she
removed the fresh blood from the man but respectfully not scrubbing his skin
clean. She knew little of goblins really, perhaps less than she should,
given how many were a part of the Empire. However, she did know that
offense would likely be taken if he was returned without the dirt and grime
they seemed to take pride in. After the blood was gone she straightened him
and wrapped the body in linen before cleaning the his armor. Each piece was
cleaned of blood and otherwise left intact, visually very similar to what it
would have been when he was summoned away from his post. The signet ring
was the only thing she made sure was pristine, the metal was old but well
cared for and obviously a source of pride. On her knees in the Temple of
Light and before the body of a goblin guard, the Empress polished the symbol
of Dolund'ir until it shone.

After a brief imparting of wisdom from a Child of the Gods, they left
quietly. The walk through the streets of Althainia was a silent one, only
the sounding of boots on stone of the guards in file behind the two of them
interrupting the quiet. Guardsmen at the gates and in the streets saluted
the body of a fallen comrade, goblin or not as the General carried the
wrapped body beside the Empress. As they moved into Dolund'ir they were met
with the now too familiar feeling that they were trespassing, only added to
by the outright scorn directed towards the Empress and the General both,
however they were on a mission. Delivering the body to the post he was
taken from, they surrendered to the body to the men at arms there. Aliera
spoke softly, dipping her head in respect and gaining an odd look from one
of the guards in a lapse from his outright anger at her presence. 'We
deliver your kin for the rites of the dead, may the Gods have mercy on his
soul, for his life was taken in murder by one of deceit, and I would not
have him disrespected further.
' Rellinath echoed his own sentiments, again
confusing the guard with the words 'Should you or yours have need, the IAM
stands ready to defend you from any threat. Despite our differences, we
look after our own. You've only to send word.
'

Going home, they left the goblins of Dolund'ir to wonder and warrant on
Boof's head for murder of a member of the Empire.




Writer: Lucien

Date Mon Jun 22 01:53:43 2015




Writer: Lucien

Date Mon Jun 22 02:00:02 2015




Writer: Boof

Date Mon Jun 22 08:05:59 2015

To All Althainia Darkonin Dolund'ir ( Devion Imm Rp )

Subject (Baiting the Hook)


Boof had been having a terrible week, or perhaps it was marvelous? It
was always hard to tell when doing his Lord's work. First the Althainians
had started picking on Boof and would not let up. Then when things were
looking up after he finished unloading supplies in Abaddon for relief aid to
Dolund'ir, Mercerion and Rellinath showed up out of the blue and cut his
hand off! Why were they so mean to Boof? He pondered this and came to one
very clear conclusion.

"Cuz themz iz mean, no good, stinky, dumb, and mean, and demz hatez gobboz
despite what demz liar ub a witch-queen sayz.
"

Last night was the last straw in a long line of last straws, or so he wanted
it to appear.

Boof glared about in the dim light of the muddy cavern. Goblins huddled
around him in fear, some crying, some cursing Althainia under their breath.
This was as it should be. Their anger needed to be cultivated and directed
to the right source. All of Nadrik's horrible brood must pay.

He winced as Malinweh Delamuut strapped the shiny new claw into place on
Boof's fresh stump. Malinweh was the best blacksmith money could buy in
Dolund'ir, and Boof knew if he purchased his services it would look good to
his poor goblins.

After the death of the poor goblin guard, All of Dolund'ir was willing to
aid Boof, including Malinweh. Boof was filled with pride at this. He had
left Dolund'ir only recently to strike out for Darkonin. And in such a
short time his name gained notoriety. His goblins were proud too, and
becoming ever more reliant on Boof and his quick tongue.

Boof whispered a prayer to Devion as the mithril claw was cinched firmly
into place. Turning to the guards that were assembled, in an angry voice
Boof said, "Wez must collect der wood fer der funeral pyre. Der fact youz
noble comrade died fillz Boof wit rage and hatred. We will hab der funeral
fer himz sacrifice ter der cause.
"

Scowling on the outside but beaming on the inside, Boof added, "Der fact dat
Aliera ordered herz guardz ter attack dat poor gobbo just cuz himz was
associatin' wit Boof...
" Leaping to his feet and brandishing his wickedly
twisted new claw he screamed aloud for All to hear.

"WE WILL NEVER FORGET HIMZ SACRIFICE!!! "

Sad cheers filled the cavern as Boof reached up, as if calling on the power
of Devion to aid them in their struggle. With a flick of his wrist a ball
of light appeared, showering him in a cool glow. Boof attempted to look as
proud as possible as the light poured in on him.

Oh how he loved to lie. And luckily, his goblins still believed every word
he said.




Writer: Ruydiez

Date Mon Jun 22 09:22:09 2015




Writer: Drondon

Date Mon Jun 22 12:49:43 2015

To Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom All Imm Religion Zandreya

Subject Walk About



Drondon woke up early for once, maybe he was eager, or maybe it was more
nerves that got him up. He planned to be out in the Vallens and surrounding
villages and farmsteads that were outside the kingdom walls, and in the deep
woods. He was going to see how things were going since the last time the
dwarves razed the forest. The half-elf had the scars to remind him of those
long days and nights, and now serving the whole Vallens, and Zandreya, he
felt that it was his duty to aid the elves stricken hard by it. Some
healing of his own, and some healing to the forests and elves who needed it.




Shafts of sunlight pierced through the canopy of the trees as he made his
way through the forest. Soon he came to the line where the fires were
quelled, and a rush of emotions came over him. Sadness, a quick shake of
fear, then mostly anger while his jaw flexed and his fists clenched. He
remembered seeing elves run to the kingdom gates while he looked for ones
who were too injured to make it and carrying them back. He remembered
seeing the dwarf raise it's axe and before it could bring it down on the
crying child, Drondon snatched it up and ran like hell. All while the
forest was burning.

He dropped to his knees and dug his fingers into the charred ground. He
took a small breath then began to pray. 'Dearest Mother, we thank You for
Your gifts, Your strength, and lessons. We know that with death comes
rebirth. Destruction can be repaired with rebuilding, replanting,
reassurance in faith. We'll aid All that need it for You. Amen.
'





Writer: Lucien

Date Mon Jun 22 14:22:57 2015




Writer: Jadelyn

Date Mon Jun 22 14:56:26 2015

To Althainia Darkonin All ( IMM RP )

Subject Yo ho. Yo ho. (Part 2) Hoist the colors.


It was perhaps around midnight or so when Jadelyn noticed the ship.
Between the moon and the stars, she had plenty of light to see it come into
view. She pointed it out to the sailor next to her, silent for the moment
as an extra precaution. Better to be cautious than not, especially in this
type of situation.

The sailor nodded after spotting the enemy ship and he made rounds to tell
the others to prepare. Jade simply leaned against the railing on the deck
as she watched the ship draw closer and closer. The Darkonin sailors didn't
seem to noticed the Vanguard, and she was so glad that she had the sails
changed from the rainbow mess they started out in to black. Anyone would
have noticed then. With the removal of All light sources on the ship, they
were practically invisible.

Of course, the thought of casting a spell on the ship to make it invisible
was amusing enough to draw a quiet chuckle from the Captain.

"Everyone's at their stations, Captain. " Jadelyn glanced over her shoulder
at the sailor, her first mate in this encounter, and nodded before looking
back to the ship growing larger as it came closer and closer to the border.
Just a little longer...

A grin tugged on the corners of her lips as the Darkonin ship made its way
into Althainian waters. Well, well. Time to roll out the welcome wagon.
Ship. Welcome ship. That was what she was waiting for. Now that they were
trespassing, she had an obligation to show them the error of their ways.

"Hoist the colors. Ready the cannons. We don't want to hit them, but get
as close as you can. Let's scare the shite out of them.
" Her voice was
low and clear, All signs of her usual accent gone. It was time to get
serious. She needed to be clear in her orders so she could be understood.
There was no room for that kind of talk.

The "first mate" nodded with a grin and disappeared as Jadelyn stood up
straight. She closed her eyes, relishing in the excitement as she heard the
sailor give the order... "Hoist the colors. " The sound of footfalls
followed as the crew on the deck worked to raise not one flag, but two.

Jadelyn turned and looked up as the flags rose higher and higher. The first
was the standard Althainian flag. The second... The second made her
shiver. The grey cloth was covered in black lines that appeared to be a
very primitive way of drawing waves. Smack dab in the middle was a gryphon.
Not just any one, though. It was an exact copy of the gryphon that laid
upon the crest of Althainia, backed only by a pair crossed sabres.

My colors will be seen from every port...

Footsteps came up behind her. She didn't need to know who it was. Before
he could even say a word, she gave the order. "FIRE AT WILL! " She could
not contain her smile as explosions echoed around her, even though the
cannonballs landed in the water rather than hit the enemy ship. They didn't
need to hit the ship to get her point across.

They just needed to let the bastards know they were spotted and they weren't
going to get away.




Writer: Jadelyn

Date Mon Jun 22 15:43:35 2015

To Althainia Darkonin All ( IMM RP )

Subject Yo ho. Yo ho. (Part 3) Lessons Learned


The cries could be heard from across the water, and the Althainian
Captain nodded her approval. They were startled, rattled, and distracted.
Perfect for phase two of her plans. "Get the ship up close so you lot can
board. I'll meet you there.
" The first mate looked a little confused as
Jadelyn handed him her hat, whistled... And then dove right into the water.
She was back up above the water just as a dolphin's fin came into the view.
Good. He heard her. She smiled and took hold of the dorsal fin, letting
the creature carry her closer and closer, easily avoiding the cannonballs
still crashing into the water around them.

Once close enough, she let go of her dolphin friend, watching him go back
out to the ocean before she clambered up the side of the ship. Her eyes
scanned the deck to see the chaos that was going on, and it was All she
could not to let go and laugh. There were goblins and ogres running around
and calling out in whatever language they were speaking. It was amusing,
but she couldn't just sit there and watch. She pulled herself up over the
side and darted for the closest "person" she could get to.

It did not even have time to react before she was shoving the pommel of her
sword into its stomach. It doubled over, allowing Jade to send her knee
into its face. She didn't stop to see if they would recover. She was
already moving on to the next sailor. And the next. Never once did she
strike with the pointy end of her sword. It was always her fist or the
counterproductive to their mission.

Of course, in doing so she was taking a few hits herself. She'd probably
have to see a healer after this for a busted nose and a few bruises and
cuts. Not that she cared or minded. She WOULD get her point across to
these creatures, even if it bordered rather close to that legal/illegal
line. Besides, it wasn't a good fight unless you took SOME damage.

The sound of wood on wood drew her attention from her task, and Jadelyn
smiled. Reinforcements! A laugh escaped her as her men boarded the enemy
ship, aiding her in subduing the Darkonin forces. It didn't take too long
for them to wrangle the would-be sailors. They had the element of surprise,
after all. As the last of the group was tied on the deck, Jadelyn turned to
her men. "Find whatever supplies you can and put them on the ship. We'll
hand them out to Dolund'ir once we get back.
" A few of her crew set about
going below to find whatever they could.

"Food, Captain, by the looks of it! " Jadelyn simply nodded as she turned
her attention back to the Darkonin crew. She held her hand out to her side,
and waited until one of her own placed her hat in her hand. It instantly
found its home on her head, and she nodded in approval before smiling.

"You lot have been caught trespassing. Normally we'd throw you in the brig
and take you to the Empress for a trial, but me and my crew are feeling
merciful. We'll just take your supplies instead before letting you leave
with your tail between your legs.
" Of course, she was met with glares and
some sort of gibberish that she didn't understand. She could only assume it
was swearing, but she just shook her head.

Once the supplies were taken to her ship, and her men were on board, she
motioned for the plank to be raised. It was, and she once more turned to
the tied up "men".

"Let this be a lesson, you thrice damned sons of sirens. I better not see
your lot around these waters again. The next time you enter Althainian
territory, I will not hesitate in shooting down any vessel I see.
" She
grinned before backing up towards the ship. "Be sure to tell your leaders
that Captain Jadelyn Darkwater sends her regards. Oh, and thank you for the
supplies! The citizens of Dolund'ir will appreciate our gift! And with
that, she jumped the gap from one ship to the other, ordering her crew to
begin the journey back to the docks.

"Yo ho, yo ho... A privateer's life for me... "





Writer: Euterah

Date Mon Jun 22 16:16:06 2015

To All Darkonin Althainia ( Sunny Imm rp )

Subject (Gobbo-tarian Aid) The Tower's Continuing Support


She was married once more, which she gathered was not that bad. It was
not a trap or a play of power as she previously thought. She genuinely felt
Grulgon had been sincere in his words. Euterah focused her thoughts on the
task ahead. The Tower witch was brewing in the lair, the steaming viscous
concoction roiling slow large bubbles that seemed to burst with wicked
intent. Her head swam with All the ingredients she had procured to start
her tests. Which item would hold the key to a really vile potion? She
wondered and brooded over the cauldron.

Several days of exhausting work, note taking, experimenting, examining, and
she was satisfied with her gourds. About fifty in all, they seemed
guiltless nestled together in her bags, but they were filled with poison,
disease and death. She laughed to herself and traveled to the palace to
enlist the goblin nobles help. The bored lot seemed to do anything she
asked. She cleverly used this avenue of aid often, the students of the
Tower, either too unskilled yet or too loud. The goblin lords were all
trained in the arts of war and subterfuge.

Master Kaarn, Master Zelchi, I would like to procure you services once
again. I need to deliver an amount of gourds to Dolundir. They will be
used to deter the Althainians from patrolling the dark forest.


They seemed pleased with her request and told her the necessary provisions
and guards would be given to her. She smiled slightly and went back to the
lair. Those Althainia leaders would pay for what they did to Boof and what
they continued to do the people of Dolundir. She vowed she would see the
city sink to the sewers they so wished to avoid.




Writer: Gabhran

Date Mon Jun 22 16:43:33 2015




Writer: Gabhran

Date Mon Jun 22 16:43:49 2015




Writer: Gabhran

Date Mon Jun 22 17:06:56 2015




Writer: Taggett

Date Mon Jun 22 18:53:49 2015

To All New_Thalos Arkane Knighthood Conclave Tryxie Bruun Suradis Takeri Imm *RP*

Subject Searching New Thalos *P1*


Taggett Silverwolfe watched in fascination as particles of sand seemed to
drift right through her translucent body. The suns rays could not touch her
even in the heat of the desert noon. Shifting dunes of deep yellows and
almost orange seemed to snake across her vision as far as she could see.
Reaching out with her magic there was no trace of her kender friend
Palquinn. This time something else was calling her out into the sands. The
particles of sand swept across the ground like ghosts in a never ending
dance. It was a couple of hours into the journey she could see the first
trace outlines of the structure in the distance.

Kalib Duhr the towering walls came closer as the Life Mages feet just barely
skimmed the surface of the sand. Mute green eyes there was a stillness in
her expression. This place was calling her back. After so long, she was so
young then. She hadnt even known the history of this place. Shed exiled
herself there once. Suradis had been there, even Lunez if she was
remembering correctly. Part of her was curious about her once knight
boyfriend. Was he also still alive by some magic. She decided if he was it
was better to let his spirit rest, and not disturb him out of her own
selfish curiosity.

The morning sun had woken her through the windows of the Burning Sand. Shed
enjoyed a nice evening spent with Bruun and Tryxie. It had done her a lot
of good to simply put aside her quest and worries over meeting someone who
might remember her. To for just a night not feel desperate in her search
for Palquinn Silverstream. There was even some time for laughing. Oddly
enough a missive had been slipped under the girls door.

Shed hoped Lunez was summoning her to at last meet with him and hopefully
find out if the man was the same vague memory that sat at the corners of her
mind. The letter read

Taggett

Taggett could that really be you? You look just like her.

Takeri


Letting the note fall from her gloved hands, Taggett rushed down the stairs
of the Burning Sands and onto the street. How recently had the message been
delivered? Turning in place, the New Thalos streets bustled with merchants
and citizens alike. Normally Taggett would never simply grab someone from
thin air. She wasnt the time to yank a person through magic, it wasnt
polite. This was not the case, the chance to meet someone who knew her was
too great. Closing her eyes she reached out, searching.

The crimson of Takeris long hair glittered to life from nothingness. Her
warm amber eyes not as surprised as someone younger might have been by
Taggetts magic. The half elf seemed as curious by the Life Mage, as she was
about her. Takeri spoke of having met a boy claiming to be Taggetts son,
hed even shown Takeri a marker near Nordmaar of death. If the strange
feeling of having said the name Takeri many times before in her life wasnt
so strong shed have been sure the halfling was not thinking of the same
Taggett.

You look so much like her. Takeri was certain. Suradis.. Again the
name, this time from someone Taggett felt was so familiar had it not been
for her broken memory. So much time had passed. Centuries. It was taxing,
but Takeri had to be telling the truth. Do you remember when we turned into
frogs? And went All over the city of Arkane?
There was magic in Takeris
words. Sensations of history washing over Taggett. Eating flies in Arkane
Magic that was still lingering in the air around the Life Mage hundreds of
years since it was spoken




Writer: Taggett

Date Mon Jun 22 19:01:46 2015

To All New_Thalos Arkane Knighthood Conclave Tryxie Bruun Suradis Takeri Lunez Imm *RP*

Subject Searching New Thalos *P2*


Kalib Duhr a once powerful fortress destroyed much like old thalos.
Nagash had returned and many paid with their lives. The gate was still
partly opened. Phantoms swirled in and out of reality that only the keen
eye would notice. As she walked the blackened courtyard she touched each
corpse as she went. A rattling of bone, the figures stood and looked to her
as if expecting something from her. She wasnt sure why she was using her
magic like this. It wasnt a spell she called upon so casually.

It was this place. Shed exiled herself here once before. Afraid of her
magic, of who she was. What kind of person had she been? The only
knowledge she had about the girl she was, came in broken memories. The deep
feeling of devotion to Kantilles, to the White Robes when shed awoke. Who
was the girl before All that? She needed to spend time here. The rooms
filled, bodies shuffling in aimless wandering. Waiting for the Life Mage to
direct them in action. She had nothing for them. The room around her was
dark, blackened from a great battle. She needed to remember who she really
was. What scared her, is finding Taggett Silverwolfe might be as hard as
finding her friend.

Tears pulled at the corners of her eyes. A feeling that was strange and
comforting. Comforting that she still was able to cry at all. Why did it
all go away?
She'd asked Takeri if only perhaps to ask herself. No matter
what I learn of death...
Taggett whispered to her half elf friend.

Takeri seemed as pained by this as the Life Mage. I do not know.... Time
passes and we All change with it, or we fade away.
If only the half elf's
words were not so true. The people of New Thalos milled through their day
with hardly as much reflection as the two rediscovering eachother.

I don't want us to fade away. Taggett repeated the words now, as she sat
in the destroyed remains of a once great place.




Writer: Drondon

Date Tue Jun 23 00:46:16 2015

To Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom All Imm Religion Zandreya

Subject Walk About II



Drondon came up on one of the villages that was ravaged by the dwarves
and was met by a few elves that were injured. Scars crossed one elf's face,
another was missing a hand, and another was a young elf with no visable
injury. They exchanged pleasantries and the elves of the village showed him
around. Drondon saw some elves working on repairing a wall, and instead of
watching them do it, he got right in the thick of them and helped for a bit.


He was sweaty after some time, but he and the elves of the village got what
was needed done to the wall, but it was plain to see that some were still
doing work. An elf couple brought in a mule-drawn cart full of animal pelts
and skins. The Deacon could see on their faces that they had a long day,
and walked over to them. He told them to sit back, relax, and Drondon gave
them each a lollipop, and in turn they looked at him weirdly with the sweets
in their hand, and Drondon got to work. After a good hour or so, the
different pelts and skins were stacked, and others were hung up, or tacked
up on the walls of the building to dry. The elf couple thanked Drondon and
he gave a smile and shook each of their hands.

What seemed to be an elder of the village came up to Drondon and informed
him that the day was coming to a close and he was welcome to stay if he
needed. Drondon accepted the offer and told the elder that he would like to
stay and help the next day.




Writer: Lucien

Date Tue Jun 23 02:54:53 2015




Writer: Nistle

Date Tue Jun 23 12:23:52 2015

To All Sebatis Imm Religion RP Red_Robes Conclave

Subject A gift to Sebatis



Nistle flitted about Sebatis' shrine and nodded, smiling. He didn't get
to build it, but at least it got built. His wings faltered only slightly,
his smiling slipping a bit, as he realized that none of the credit came to
him. He was the one that woke the lazy priests, he was the one that got
them interested into building it.

A slight shrug and he was back to admiring the place. It would be a good
tower. At least it was built. No one would know it was his gift back to
Sebatis, but he would, and that was All that mattered.




Writer: Mahina

Date Tue Jun 23 13:49:50 2015

To All Althainia RP ( Nadrik )

Subject Challenges



Mahina had been thinking very hard on what path to choose. It took her
some time to releave the stress over what had happend previously. She had
finally come to terms with it but had made no decision. The General
approached her to ask if she were still interested in the Military and she
hesitantly nodded a yes. He offered her entrance and she agreed.

She took her tasks on with excitement and had them done in record time but
she also remembered that she was a priestess and had taken an oath to follow
the Lord Nadrik. She had taken on a challenge that would prove very
difficult but she was up for it. Her strength and dedication will lead her
to where she needs to be and through it all, she knows Lord Nadrik will be
with her every step of the way.





Writer: Elisbet

Date Tue Jun 23 14:31:28 2015

To All Darkonin Althainia ( Sunny Imm rp )

Subject (Gobbo-Tarian Aid) The Squelcher


The Squelcher was a decent ship, small, easy to man with a skeleton crew
and the cargo hold was big. The transport of goods was safe within the
belly of the ship. What she did not count on was the Vanguard rising up
from the horizon and chasing them down. She cursed, telling the navigator
to evade, but no such luck. They were boarded and she now sported a
beautiful black eye and sore jaw. They did not try to win this battle as
the Vanguards cannons were pointed at them. She did not say much, but
watched and listened as the goods were taken from the hold and brought over
to the Vanguard. She was so angry she could hardly think. The Vanguard
patrolling the waters would make shipments harder to bring in. Effectively
cutting off the supply lines, Elisbet growled, grinding her teeth. Her
vision turning red as the last of the cargo was delivered to the Vanguard.


They were told never to return. Beaten and beaten some more, Elisbet tried
to focus through her anger, cursing under her breath. She removed a grenade
from her bag, pulled the pin and punted it towards the Vanguards deck.

DEATH KICK! She screamed and the grenade connected with the deck, a blast
of explosive air and fire. Elisbet grinned wickedly, barking orders at the
crew to ready the sails, raise anchor and hoping to put some distance
between the Squelcher and the Vanguard, before they regained their wits and
blasted the little ship out of the waters.




Writer: Taggett

Date Tue Jun 23 17:14:59 2015

To All Takeri New_Thalos Nordmaar Kalib_Duhr Imm *RP*

Subject Searching New Thalos *END*


The stillness came back to Kalib Duhr as the legion of undead shes risen
started to grow stationary in their shambling. Taggett Silverwolfe looked
to the black of her gloved hands. She was sitting cross legged in her white
kimono in the center of the scorched bedroom. Time had decayed what wasnt
destroyed in the great battle. She felt so completely out of place here. A
single beating heart in an ocean of death. A memory hung in the center of
her hands, moving and dancing trying to take shape. She was a different
person then, a kender. How strange to except that shed been a completely
different race along the way. A spell shed came up with as her birthright
of witchcraft allowed.

She and Palquinn and a bunch of the other kender were sailing. Having so
much fun out on the open splashing blue waves. The kender vessel was quick
on the water, much like its people on land. Lemonade she could still taste
the flavor of the drink that splashed up from the fountain in the center of
the kingdom. Her heart broke in the deadly sadness of that sour treat as it
haunted her taste buds.

A fire snapped opened her eyes. She looked around the room, through the
broken walls at the living graveyard she had sprang to life. Yes, it was
true pieces of her life were missing. Her best friend was missing. It
didnt mean she was any different then she was then. Life continued to
always make room for death, she was smart enough to know that was the true
story of living. Standing the Life Mage made her way from the room to the
battlements of Kalib Duhr the countless undead warriors looking up at her.





Palquinn might have very well woke long ago, Takeri had been right, they
were inseparable. If shed woken up she would head to were she though
Taggett might be. She would go to Icewall. The young girl ran a hand
through the long length of her snowfall hair. She couldnt wait for the
Sultan of New Thalos to confirm she was the person shed become. Taggett had
to embrace she could not change the flow of time, any more then she could
get back the person she was.

It was time she found her friend, shed already found herself

The Life Mage waved a hand over the crowd of skeletons and zombies. Each
ones face moving in synch with her action. Taggett looked for the spark,
the small candle light in the center of each one of them. Closing her hand
she let the darkness wash back over the warriors. In a shudder of the small
girls body the undead army collapsed back to the dust.


It was Time to Go Back to Where it Had All Started.




Writer: Jadelyn

Date Tue Jun 23 18:58:51 2015

To Althainia Darkonin All ( IMM RP )

Subject Yo ho. Yo ho. (Part 4) Dead Men Tell No Tales


"DEATH KICK! "

Jadelyn turned just as she heard the cry from the other ship. Her eyes went
wide, her mouth agape in shock. A grenade. A bloody grenade. How did
they--

It didn't matter. It really didn't matter HOW. The tiny little bomb was in
the air and aimed right at the ship. HER ship.

"GET BACK! " The order was given just before the grenade hit the deck,
bounced once, and exploded in a fiery inferno. The blast was enough to send
her flying across the deck, her body hitting the side of the steps leading
up to the wheelhouse with a THUD! Pain radiated from her head, her back,
her arms... Hell, her entire being screamed. Or maybe that was the ringing
in her ears, the side effect of being as close to the explosion as she had
been. She groaned and opened her eyes, and immediately she wished she
hadn't.

Men... HER MEN... Several of them were strewn about the deck. A few were
in one piece, but at least a couple were missing limbs and who knew where
they were. Adelyn barely managed to choke back a sob as she thumped her
head back against the stairs (a bad idea in and of itself). No. Not again.
Not. Again. Crewmen were dead on her watch. HER men were dead. It was
the 'Dasher All over again. No... No no no no--

She felt hands on her and she jerked way as her eyes shot opened. A man.
Not a goblin. Some of her crew were still alive. And red. Why were they
red?

"Blood", she reasoned as more men came up to her. They were scared. How
could they not be? They were nearly blown to bits. Her arms were held out,
and with a groan, she was pulled to her feet. She could feel herself
wobble, but she caught herself on... Something. Man, ship, she didn't
really know.

"SOMEONE TO THE SAILS AND TRIM 'EM TO FULL! " Jadelyn had no idea how loud
she really was, no thanks to her ears still ringing. "EVERYONE ELSE TO THE
CANNONS! FIRE AT WILL! I DON'T CARE IF YOU HIT THOSE BASTARDS OR NOT!
"
She saw what was left of her screw scatter just before she turned to drag
her arse up to the wheelhouse. It was a huge effort, considering she was
sure she had a concussion, burst ear drums, and likely several broken bones,
not to mention any sort of shrapnel from the grenade casing stuck in her
somewhere. It took longer than she hoped, but she still managed to make it
up the steps and took her place at the wheel.

She could feel rather than hear the cannons below her going off, but she
didn't even bother to look to see if they hit their mark. She was too
focused on getting them All out of there before more of her men got killed.
Besides, she couldn't focus on more than one thing even if she wanted to,
not with her head pounding like it was. One task at a time, and one was
more important than the other.

The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon when Althainia's private
docks came into view. Jadelyn gave a sigh of relief, her eyes closing as
she wobbled again. She was tired, covered in blood, and more than just a
little sore. Guilt was eating at her, despite the "success" of their
mission. They had gotten the goods and they had gotten out of there. But
she knew her arrogance was to blame for the damage done to them.

It was the last thing she thought just before the world went black and she
collapsed onto the floor of the wheelhouse.




Writer: Aliera

Date Tue Jun 23 20:07:40 2015

To Althainia Darkonin All ( Imm RP )

Subject Black Sails on a Black Ship.



The sailor scurried from the room, more than a little happy to be
finished with his errand of informing the Empress that the Captain was
leaving and oh by the way, she had also changed the sails on the Vanguard to
black.

Aliera sighed and shook her head. She trusted Jadelyn to follow her
instructions to the letter, but she also had no doubt that her
swashbuckling, red-headed pirate of a Captain would also be on just this
side of the law if she found it needed, or convenient. Her personal guard
followed quickly as the Empress mounted her horse and headed to the southern
part of the Empire. 'Black sails... On a black ship... At night, bloody
pirate.
' Black sails at night meant only one thing, trouble.

The 'port' of Dolund'ir was little more than an inlet of water into the deep
caverns, most ships would have missed it unless they were purposely looking
for it and yet from this vantage point there were at least three in the inky
black of the darkened ocean. The Vanguard was recognizable, even from this
distance, cloaked in black sails as she was. There was a din that carried
over the waves and ambient sound of the below, the shouting of soldiers
before cannon fire rang out and echoed faintly across the water before
deadening against the earth of the tunnels. In an instant though, the tide
of the battle seemed to shift and Aliera frowned.

' Put out the call for healers... There might be a- Nadrik have mercy. '
her words were cut short by an explosion over the decks of the Vanguard and
the brilliant light spread over the ship in a concussive fire that could
only be one thing ' grenades. ' A sharp strike of her heels sent the
Empress and her guard flying back to Althainia at a breakneck pace, shouting
orders to the guards and what few sailers were at the Kingdom's docks, '
Prepare for the Vanguard, she will be to port soon, if she is not, track her
down. Ready the healer's quarters and the Temple, we have wounded and I
pray not dead as well.
' Dismounting at the castle gates she pushed up her
sleeves, it would be a long night and she would work with the wounded
herself. An image of her broken captain flashed through her mind and the
Priestess pushed it away, pirate though she may be, Jadelyn Darkwater was
Althainian's and the Empire would care of it's own.




Writer: Xhyr'ryhx

Date Tue Jun 23 23:04:22 2015




Writer: Aliera

Date Tue Jun 23 23:46:32 2015




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Date Wed Jun 24 07:14:55 2015




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Date Wed Jun 24 10:15:18 2015




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Date Wed Jun 24 10:17:46 2015




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Date Wed Jun 24 11:25:19 2015




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Date Wed Jun 24 11:29:15 2015




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Date Wed Jun 24 11:29:53 2015




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Date Wed Jun 24 11:29:58 2015




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Date Wed Jun 24 12:36:26 2015




Writer: Rellinath

Date Wed Jun 24 19:50:25 2015




Writer: Elisbet

Date Wed Jun 24 19:52:18 2015

To All Darkonin Althainia ( Sunny Imm rp )

Subject (Gobbotarian Aid) For Terrorism Part 2


They were traveling over the most unforgiving trail, they were often
bogged down in the swampy earth. It was work. Work to load the trolls up,
work to push the trolls to move in one direction and keep them moving in one
direction, work for patience at having to deal with the crazy Marsh Hag who
seemed to be absent more than present as a guide. Still, the crates were
safe nothing had been lost in the journey, yet. Xhyrryhx and she were
covered in mud, the Hag perched on the shoulders of a troll, cackling and
generally getting on Elisbets nerves.

Elisbet and Xhyrryhx both brought up the rear wrangling the trolls to follow
the Hag on the lead troll. They were so ungodly loud.

Cannot you get her to keep the quieter? She hissed to Xhyrryhx, irritation
riding high as she heard the Hag cackle to the trolls in their weird sloppy
language. Xhyrryhx chuckled at her angst and gave her an encouraging smile.
We will be dere soon, Lub.

Sooner than later, Drakkara help them, the unwieldly convoy of trolls
slogged through the swaps. Elisbet and Xhyrryhx each taking turns to keep
them together, moving in a forward motion. Elisbet with curses and
haranguing, her temper turning sour as they continued from the swaps into
firmer ground, the forest provided better cover.

They were moving so slow and as soon as they hit the dark forest, the Hag
disappeared. Xhyrryhx reassured her they would meet with the Hag again at
the Woodsman Inn. She furrowed her brow in consternation.

I will take the lead then, since the Hag has slipped off, be well, Beloved.
She gave Xhyrryhx a gentle kiss against his stubbly cheek, her coal black
eyes peering into Xhyrryhxs eyes as she turned and made her way to the front
of the line.

She knew the way to the Inn from here.




Writer: Lucien

Date Wed Jun 24 22:12:25 2015




Writer: Aiowynn

Date Wed Jun 24 23:15:28 2015

To Drondon Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom All Imm Religion Zandreya

Subject Joining the Walk



Aiowynn walked along with Deacon Drondon, watching as the people waved to
him in greeting, clearly comfortable with having him around. Some pausing
to look at the stranger he had brought with him, who smiled softly at them.
A small leather pouch bounced against Aiowynn's right hip as she walked,
looking around at All the work that had been done to restore the village.
Walking away from the Deacon, she headed over to a part of land that had
been reserved for the planting of vegetables. Aiowynn approached the ladies
working at the dirt and whispered, 'Greetings, I'm Aiowynn. I came with
Deacon Drondon to help out.
' From her hip she unties the small pouch and
brings it forward to show the little individual pouches of seeds with their
small labels. Setting aside her hooded robe, Aiowynn gets to work with the
ladies, planting the seeds she brought.

Standing up, she smiles at All the plantings and quickly walks to join a
woman bringing a bucket of water, picking up one herself and taking it to
the vegetable garden to water the seedlings. Then returning the bucket to
gather more water, helping to take it to one of the homes.

As the day began to wane and work was put aside, Aiowynn finds a spot to sit
on ground, leaning her back against a tree and takes out her flute. With
nerves skidding around the edges, she raises the flute to her lips and
positions her fingers on the keys along the body of the instrument. She
begins to play a soft melody, watching as some of the children come closer
to her and some of the adults' attentions are drawn to her. She continues
to play the melody, letting the notes rise and weave gently, waiting for all
who wish to come close to do so.

Aiowynn nods to those gathered and smiles at the children, lowering her
flute a moment to run a finger over the mouthpiece and then the foot joint
of the flute before raising it to her lips again. She begins to play a
gentle tune, a soft shimmer of magic flows from her fingers to the flute and
then shimmers in the air, before an image comes into sight. As the music
plays from the flute, a seed is seen being planted on the ground, the image
wavering as it looks like rain, then shimmers and turns into the sun. The
melody picks up a little in pace as a story is told through the images,
something sprouts from the growing, growing green leaves, the top changing
from a bud to a flower, blooming wide and open. The flower looks beautiful
with it's vibrant pink petals before it begins to wilt, then dies.

The image draws a few gasps from the children, sad to see the flower
disappear. The music picks up in tempo as Aiowynn continues to play, two
buds sprouting from the ground, going through the stages of growth before
they bloom, more beautiful than the first flower. A hummingbird appears
through the song, dipping it's long beak into the bloom, it's wings
fluttering quickly, before it backs away and drinks from the next flower.
The notes rise for a few more moments before they dip, the hummingbird
disappearing and the flowers fading before the flute is lowered.

Aiowynn rests the flute on her lap, gently running her finger over the
mouthpiece as she draws her power back, then raises her head to smile at the
people gathered about her. The children jump up with excitement, running to
their parents with tales of magical music, the birth and rebirth of flowers,
and the ways of Nature.




Writer: Xhyr'ryhx

Date Thu Jun 25 02:31:37 2015




Writer: Jadelyn

Date Thu Jun 25 08:08:59 2015

To Althainia Darkonin All ( IMM RP Aliera )

Subject Shatter Me



Voices. She could hear voices. Or, at least, that's what she hoped they
were. Jadelyn's ears were still damaged from the concussive blast of the
grenade that had exploded on her ship. She tried to open her eyes to see
who was talking, but she was tired. Far too tired. Tired enough that she
couldn't even bring herself to protest as she felt herself being lifted in
to the air. She didn't know what was going on, but she couldn't bring
herself to care. Everything went silent once more as lost consciousness.

**********

When she woke next, it was just like before. Muffled sounds, though not
nearly as bad as it had been. She could hear words, she knew there were
words, but she couldn't quite make them out. A woman? Maybe a man, too.
Jadelyn turned her head to look, her eyes opening for the briefest of
moments before she instantly regretted it. It was bright. Far too bright.
And the voices were just a little too loud with her head pounding like it
was.

Though, she thought she could make out her name just before she blacked out.

**********

Jadelyn didn't know how much time had passed when she finally came back to
consciousness. There had been other times where she woke up for a minute
before she was out again. She couldn't count how many, truth be told.
Hell, she didn't really care too much for thinking about anything. Her body
ached, her head throbbed, her mouth and throat were drier than a desert, and
she had no idea where she was.

A groan escaped her as she slowly opened her eyes, blinking once...
Twice... And noticed it was dark in the room she was in. It wasn't the
healer's quarters. Not a temple. She wasn't quite sure where she was, even
as she turned her head to take a better look around.

Dammit, but that hurt. It hurt a lot, and she had to close her eyes against
the pain to keep from crying out. Her hands gripped the sheet beneath her,
and it was then she realized she was covered from neck to toe by a blanket.
Weird. She didn't feel cold. Mind, she couldn't feel much of anything
other than how much she was hurting.

All right. Let us see the damage. One deep breath... Two deep breaths...
Three deep breaths and Jadelyn managed to push herself up into a sitting
position. Bad idea! Bad idea! Abort! Abort! The movement only made the
pain worse, and this time, the Captain couldn't stop the scream that rang in
her ears. Gods, what the bloody hell--

"Captain! " Oh no. Not her. Not the Empress. Not here. No. Get out!

The words never made it out. Jadelyn could only shake her head and bite
down on her lip, trying hard not to cry. It wasn't from the physical pain.
No. With the Empress there, a wave of guilt had washed over the Captain.
That's right. Your men are dead because of you. She couldn't even bring
herself to look at Aliera as the priestess helped her to lie back down.
Words were being said, but Jade couldn't hear them. Not over the many
apologies running through her head.

A hand was placed on hers, causing Jadelyn to freeze and turn to look up at
the Empress. Jade couldn't make out the expression on the Empress' face.
Her eyes had filled with tears, blurring her vision.

"I'm sorry, " she managed to say before she was draping an arm over her
eyes, a poor attempt to hide the tears that were freely falling. The former
pirate captain laid there crying until she, once again, fell into the
darkness of unconsciousness.




Writer: Euterah

Date Thu Jun 25 21:55:34 2015

To All Darkonin ( Sunny Imm rp )

Subject (Gobbo-Tarian Aid) The Tower's Scheme


It awoke. It neither remembered if it was a Her or Him properly, but it
did not care anyhow. It was Cat. Know by many names throughout the
centuries, currently Slack, it was a suitable name. It preferred its Ogre
given name.

The Cat arched its back, stretching and yawning showing a mouthful of sharp
teeth. Waking was always so tedious, so many things to attend to. Damn she
was insistent, fine, with a twitch of its black tail it was off, running
through the tunnels, keeping to the shadows, avoiding large feet. The
portal! It leapt and landed in the Haon, padding toward Althainia.

May as well see how Althainia fairs. The Cat felt a bit brawly after being
asleep for so long. There were plenty of mutts in Althainia. Ah, no
though, the task at hand.

Scampering through the city as only a Cat can parkour, soon the southern
gate was reached and the Cat slipped into the woods. Down, down, down
through the darkness and past the goblin guards. The Cat made its way to
the towering monolith that centered the city of Dolundir.

He better be there. The Cat muttered to itself and entered the monolith,
moving up the stairs like a silky shadow. Ah, yes, the Cleric awaited,
greedy little gobbo. The Cat entered keeping to the wall, looking
nonchalant and ordered. It sat not five feet away from the Cleric and
groomed, after a moment looking up at the Cleric with intense yellow eyes.


You know what to do correct? I would not like my Mistress displeased. You
have the paper?


The Cleric grinned at the Cat, offering the missive.

Burn it. Be ready.

The Cat turned and strolled out of the room, darting down the stairs and
reuniting with its Mistress.




Writer: Zola

Date Thu Jun 25 22:20:01 2015

To All Bloodlust Abaddon Fatale Dfedor Fatale

Subject X Fill 'er Up X


With the opening of the Grand Temple of Fatale, the Graveyard of Fallen
Enemies, had come the issuing of a challenge. Zola had been the one to
proclaim it to those faithful who had flocked to the grand opening like a
murder of crows, eager to hear the divine truth of their dark lord.


The premise was simple enough. The Graveyard of Fallen Enemies was aptly
named, but many of its graves lay empty. The objective was to fill them.
Zola had provided the foundation with the death of the very first, a
personal enemy of his whom had been entombed alive beneath the great
obelisk
at the center of the graveyard. Their death had been slow, painful, and
full of terror before they gasped their final breath. With any luck their
cursed spirit would haunt the hallowed ground evermore.


They were challenged to do better.

Now he watched as others went out into the world to claim their own kills
and drag their bodies back to the graveyard, filling up the open graves.
Sometimes with victims still fleshly bleeding, staining the ground in blood
of
all colors and shades. Zola made a tiny profit from selling pine boxes
to those who requested them, for those interested
in such things. Others
left the bodies unentombed and sometimes even defiled, food for the worms
and grubs.


Fatale would be pleased. Crows flocked overhead as the graves were filled
with the dead enemies of the Lord of Murder.





Writer: Xhyr'ryhx

Date Thu Jun 25 23:11:27 2015




Writer: Drondon

Date Thu Jun 25 23:25:13 2015




Writer: Mahina

Date Thu Jun 25 23:46:41 2015




Writer: Drondon

Date Thu Jun 25 23:59:53 2015

To Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Aiowynn Neurion All Imm Religion Zandreya

Subject Walk About IV (storyline)



Drondon and Aiowynn made it back to the hall after a good day's walk.
The two elves departed as Drondon went to his home and Aiowynn to hers. The
half-elf did some things around the house for a moment then washed up.
Aiowynn had offered her aid again, and then the half-elf Neurion offered his
later. He made a note of some things that would be needed and took to rest.


The next day Drondon made it to the hall with supplies. Bags of seeds, and
a large sturdy wooden tool box with various hammers, saws, nails, planes,
axes of different sizes, and some levels.

He quickly scribbled on a couple pieces of parchment, balled them up and
threw them in the air. His letter carrying eagle swooped down before the
balled up parchments could descend and flew off to deliver them to their
respectable recipients. 'Time to go! '




Writer: Rellinath

Date Fri Jun 26 13:35:15 2015

To All althainia darkonin ( zypher sunny IMM RP )

Subject Thwarted and double-crossed



"In the name of the Althainian Empire, you will lay those crates upon the
ground and submit, or you will die. "

Rellinath's men, well over a hundred strong, fanned out behind him, weapons
or bows held at the ready and trained on the intruders, most particularly
the two ogres from Darkonin. Rellinath motioned with his bow and, on cue,
his men began to close formation, tightening the circle around them But
then, suddenly, the marsh hag screamed something in a tongue that Rellinath
did not understand, and the trolls, All thirty-eight of them, charged the
left flank of his forces, breaking through their ranks and fleeing the area,
still carrying the crates in tow. Xhyr'ryhx and Elisbet's eyes both went
wide, a tell that Rellinath did not miss... They'd been double-crossed,
same as he, and this was not part of their plan. To their credit, though,
they thought fast on their feet, taking advantage of the distraction to
break through the IAA's ranks themselves, fleeing for the woods as fast as
they could.

Rellinath was torn. On one hand, he knew who these intruders were. He knew
that imprisoning or killing them would be a great victory for Althainia.
And he knew that Elisbet was responsible for throwing the grenade that had
quite nearly killed Captain Jadelyn, so as her friend he had a personal
score to settle as well. The moral quandry was solved for him, though, as
he saw the two ogres drop their crates at the treeline, the pirate Elisbet
tossing a small cast iron sphere into one of the boxes before diving into
the woods. A few of his men began to follow... Rell had never seen a
grenade before, but he was sharp for a ranger, and his eyes went wide at the
implication of the act.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN! "

His men, well trained in following orders from their commander, hit the
ground, just as an explosion the likes of which Rellinath had never seen
went off, ripping the trunks of the trees apart and collapsing two of them
over the path through which the ogres had fled. He stood in sheer,
unabashed horror at the destruction that two crates had inflicted, and then
he remembered something that chilled his blood.

Thirty-eight more of them were getting away. The decision was made.

"Archers, fire a volley after them, make sure they know we mean business!
Everyone, after the trolls! We have to recover those crates! "

He picked up his own bow, joining his men in firing a volley of arrows
blindly into the woods after the two fleeing ogres. He didn't much care if
he actually hit them, as much as he wanted to terrify them at the thought of
ever coming back to Althainia or Dolund'ir, but he couldn't waste any more
time. His men took off in pursuit of the trolls and the marsh hag who'd
betrayed both sides, but the trolls had too much of a head start, and now
that they were following the orders of their real boss instead of just
faking compliance from the ogres, they were much faster than Rell's ground
forces. He himself could have kept up with them, but there was no way he
could take down almost forty trolls by himself. After several hours of
dogged pursuit in which the trolls kept putting more and more ground between
themselves and Rells' forces, he called off the pursuit.

If nothing else, he felt relatively sure that the explosives would not be
coming back to Althainian territory. The hag had a purpose for them, he was
sure, but she was crafty. Crafty enough, Rell imagined, not to make such an
enemy of herself if she intended to try and smuggle the cargo past him
again.

He'd remember her for a long, long time after this.




Writer: Euterah

Date Fri Jun 26 15:51:00 2015

To All Darkonin Althainia ( Sunny Imm rp )

Subject (Gobbo-Tarian Aid) The Tower's Contraband


They were ready. The goblin nobles, Kaarn and Zelchi, recruited another,
Jhorg to help carry a bag. They were All dressed in dark clothing. Euterah
had exchanged her ice wolf cloak for a dark robe. She created a shimmering
gate leading to the edges of the dark forest.

We must be silent. We must be quick. She intoned softly, before stepping
thought the gate and arriving in a hushed wood. The darkness was profound,
clinging to her. Euterah said a prayer in gratitude. The fog was thick.

Her load was lighter than expected, three goblin Lords followed, they had
obviously not distributed the gourds evenly. Euterah allowed herself a
small smile. She prayed to Drakkara and Dragoth both, pleading for disguise
with the cover of darkness. Goddess bless, God keep us save, she moved so
carefully over the forest leading her small band of insurgents deeper
heading for the tunnel that lead down into Dolundir. Her heart was in her
throat, she felt each beat thud against her breast as if it were to escape
her body altogether.

She was hopeful she would be able to deliver the gourds, fifty in total, to
the Cleric of Necrucifer. He in return would distribute them to a larger
group of dissidents within Dolundir. They would use them to poison or
disease any that patrolled their wards. Use the poison to empty out over
the earth and seep into the ground, into the water, let disease pour from
the very veins of Dolundir, she smiled to herself.

Now to sneak past the guards without alerting them to her presence, she
spoke the arcane words and the group faded away from sight. They had just
reached the tunnel when some huge explosion rocked the night. From the
distance she glimpsed it, something big had blown up. She did not have time
to dwell on it, four goblin guards charged up the tunnel towards them.
Euterah barely had time to get out of the way, she tripped and fell with a
sickening crunch and suddenly All the foul contents of her bag seeped out
into the dirt. Euterah pursed her lips, muttering, Such a smell of sulfer.


She stood, watching the unusual fire glow against the sky and thanked
Drakkara and Dragoth both for providing the distraction. She scurried to
follow the others down the tunnel and into the city.




Writer: Plutarch

Date Fri Jun 26 19:47:35 2015

To All Drakkara Rp Imm

Subject Red



It was over the Arsataw Yaa today where fishermen spotted a crazed ariel man
slashing at the sea, stabbing fish, whales and sea mammals in order to stain
the clear blue waters red. With sure thrusts, each attack found home in the
bodies of the creatures, causing the workers to lament and howl with rage as
the red waters began to fill with the bodies of dead fauna. Even when the
sharks came up to feast on their corpses, the marauder laid waste to them as
well to add to the growing pile of the deceased.

The figure seemed to relish the attention for the briefest moment before lift-
ing his visor and gliding towards the shores.





Writer: Rellinath

Date Fri Jun 26 21:27:06 2015

To All darkonin althainia ( zypher sunny imm rp )

Subject Cleaning up the mess



"What was she doing here? You know, she was here meeting with you. Talk.
"

It didn't take long for Rellinath to uncover the truth about the poisoned
gourds that'd been delivered to Dolund'ir. Any lingering remorse he may
have felt about shooting the goblin witch with an arrow was dispelled as he
and his men retrieved the entire shipment, dumping the foul things into a
pile before dousing the whole mess with oil and throwing a torch into it
from a safe distance, far away from the cities of Dolund'ir and Althainia,
where nothing could possibly be harmed by the noxious fumes.

He idly wondered how much more aggression they would be forced to endure,
how many more plots they would have to uncover and thwart, before it came to
all-out war... He didn't relish the idea, though he was a military man. He
rather enjoyed times of peace instead of battle himself. But war seemed to
be coming, and unless something changed quickly, dramatically, there would
be untold bloodshed coming from both sides.

His eyes narrowed. He'd been a key player during Head on a Pike Day, during
the revolt that Darkonin had inflamed so readily. He was certain that the
goblins from Darkonin had seen him on the front lines, cutting down the
insurgents easily. What they didn't know is that he'd been holding back
that day, because the goblins he'd been killing were Althainian, no matter
how misguided. His blades fell only when they had to, and each strike was
placed carefully to ensure that if death befell his victim, it came quickly,
with as much mercy as possible.

Darkonin was very quickly making themselves into an enemy, a very dangerous
one.

If it came to war, if the lives of Althainian men and women were at stake,
Darkonin's forces would not know his mercy.




Writer: Aiowynn

Date Sat Jun 27 00:39:11 2015




Writer: Euterah

Date Sat Jun 27 15:45:49 2015

To All Darkonin ( Sunny Imm rp)

Subject Never...Forget



Euterah reflected on the many ways she could have died, arrow, squished
by a giant ogre, bleed out, consumed by lightning, head chopped off. They
had not even tried to question her, so she did not believe that she would
have been safe had they taken her into custody, perhaps the knight would
have kept her safe. No, she was saved by her crazy wild magic and almost
fried her insides at the same time. She turned on her side, her whole body
racked with pain. She felt so sluggish, so drained physically, mentally and
spiritually. She was betrayed by one of her own kind, her own people. That
had to be the only way any of the Althainians would have known. Why would
they care a gobliness was working in the Monolith?

She thought to her loss of control over the wild magic. It was starting to
eat at her, she could feel the elements of electricity roiling within in her
body even now and she groaned, gritting her sharp white teeth. She should
not have lost such control. Her clothes and hair were filthy, dried blood
flaking from the tunic and onto the giant bed she was tucked in. She gave a
bitter, caustic laugh. She was so nave to think the Althainians would not
investigate. They seemed to be everywhere.

She thought to Krazeths story while he helped her heal. A slow, satisfied
smile curled over her lips. She knew now, never forget.

She curled in on herself, exhausted, she fell asleep finally and dreamed a
familiar scene. She was so small. There was her mother and her father,
both so tall and strong and wise. She reached up to them. They were gone.


It was dark and deep. They were underground, her mother and her grandmother
whispering together, stirring the cauldron, keeping her hidden until she was
discovered and taken and scarred and beaten and starved and used. To be
returned to them to heal her, so it could All begin again. So privileged,
the others whispered. Indeed.

She was rescued. She was damaged. She was confused, tossing in her sleep,
waking.

She needed to find the blue mage in her heart of hearts she believed this
mage to be a master of the elemental arts. She remembered how the mountain
had shaken when the blue mage came. She knew that was the beginning of loss
of control over her aura, the lightning as it coiled and sparked around her
that first time. Now it seemed imperative to either discover where the mage
came from or be consumed by her own wild magic.




Writer: Taggett

Date Sat Jun 27 21:52:22 2015

To All Icewall Reagan Nordmaar Darkonin Palquinn Suradis Imm *RP*

Subject Searching Icewall *P1*


The cold dawn air was crisp with newly fallen snow. Each step under
Taggetts boot made a crunch that was firm, as if the snowfall was angry to
be disturbed in this icy air. Nordmaars high walls seemed to be growing
smaller and smaller behind her. Part of the Life Mage was sad that Palquinn
hadnt been waiting for her there. Something seemed poetic that shed find
her friend in the place shed grown up in this world. It was not to be, and
although shed met Reagan a delightful princess of the kingdom, shed found
little evidence in the way of her friend.

Taggett continued to look back over her shoulder as if to cherish the
memories of that place until there was nothing left to see of it. She
missed the those days, King William, how long ago had that life been. She
turned back to the main road, and something bright in the distance caught
her eye, standing out like a torch in the daylight, framed by the endless
white of the world. It was at first just a speck on the horizon but then
the shape seemed like a round ball shifting from side to side. It was the
color that was so intense. A gold that sparkled as it took in every last
ray of sunlight it could find. Ducking next to a tree she found a deep
stretch of shadow that cast itself along the trunk. Whispering a spell she
felt the strange sensation of the darkness pulling her into its belly. The
colors of the world shifted loosing something in the translation.
Everything seemed to go from dull white to muted gray All at once. That was
everything except the golden figure that was growing closer and closer.
Finally, Taggett was able to make out what it was. A strange tingling
feeling came over the front of her mind, as if some excited memory was
dancing to be heard. Huge clawed feet broke the snow, three pronged the
giant bird seemed to have little trouble with the frozen surface. In a
world without color the gold of the chocobo was brilliant in its rich hues.
The rider didnt notice her but as the animal passed so close she could have
almost touched it, she felt like it was looking at her with its wide keen
eyes.

Shed once had a pet like this, a gift from Suradis wasnt it? The words Red
Rain
whistled through her ears as she left the embrace of the shadows. So
many phantoms haunted Algoron for the girl. She wasnt even sure where she
fit in anymore. Once she found Palquinn she would have to face that truth.
Glancing one last time over her shoulder both the bird and Nordmaar had been
replaced with a blanket of snow in every direction. She still had a few
places to look. The next worried her, no one belonged in Darkonin




Writer: Taggett

Date Sun Jun 28 03:09:40 2015

To All Ogut Reagan Megan Vitriosablet Palquinn Zooey Bruun Darkonin Nordmaar Arkane Imm *RP*

Subject Finding Palquinn (Searching The Vale) *P1*


It had taken some work to get this far into Darkonin and not be noticed.
She was happy she could walk in the world of shadows, but she could feel the
sun starting to rise, even if she couldnt see it in the caves. There was
also the crystal around her neck that also started to glow warning of the
spell becoming pointless as daylight would give her away. She found herself
in a temple, a place of many faiths represented, though it seemed odd that
anything good would be in this place. It was a gigantic owl that was the
first to find her in this place. The creature was much larger then she,
huge eyes of amber that seemed filled with a magic. She realized she had
trapped herself the bird in front of the exit.

It wasnt as if the Life Mage was without magic should she need to protect
herself, but she also knew she was in the heart of a very dangerous kingdom
and getting into any kind of fight seemed futile even if it was out of
protection. She could only ask what the animal truly was, it hinted it
could take the shape of many beasts.

Ogut Frostbeard took the place of the large winged owl, blue and white
markings painted on the visible portions of his face, skulls hanging from
his belt, and Taggett feared she might very well end up being one of them.
A black cat slinked in from the shadows, and the girl couldnt help but feel
the sinking sensation of being trapped tighten in her stomach. The Life
Mage was not nieve to what a familiar looked like, and could tell the cat
belonged to someone, but there was something else there.

With some hesitation she let the feline run her body across her kimono and
kneeling down Taggett rubbed the creature in the corner of its mouth gently.
Now we have one anothers scent. The girl whispered to the animal.

I know you, Taggett froze as the cat spoke with such a truth behind its
words. She knew at once what was meant. There was legend that some
familiar not only served its first Witch, or Warlock but many over great
spans of time. Could this be true, could this actually be the same familiar
she had once called...

Have you taken the name I called you from time? Taggett blamed her broken
memory on the feline. She could not be distracted, not even by this
realization. A familiar, even if it had been once devoted, loved by her.
Would always serve its current master, there was no telling who it belonged
to, and the Ogre Ogut seemed to know where Taggett needed to go. Even if
she hadnt completely realized it.

The girl had traveled All over Algoron, shes been All over Althainia, New
Thalos, shed been to Gaboom, shed been to ever small Nomad Village, shed
been in ever lost temple and catacomb that she could think of. She had been
all over this realm and still she could not find Palquinn. The fire
consumed her, she had to find her friend, this had All been her fault and
she couldnt let the kender pay the price for her actions. The North was not
meant for mortals. There was a place she hoped that time had forgotten, a
place that even if Palquinn had ended up she might have not been found in
the hundreds of years since that day the spell had gone so completely wrong.




Writer: Taggett

Date Sun Jun 28 03:13:36 2015

To All Ogut Reagan Megan Vitriosablet Palquinn Zooey Bruun Darkonin Nordmaar Arkane Imm *RP*

Subject Finding Palquinn (Searching The Vale) *P2*


He refused to take her, The Vale was not a place Taggett would survive.
It almost seemed to her that even the Ogre was afraid he would die should he
truly visit. Dragons, the most powerful creatures Taggett had ever
witnessed on Algoron. Even the cat seemed to know this place was not
somewhere anyone should ever go.

With some begging and help from her once familiar he agreed on going to the
edge of the mountain, the place that kept the valley behind from outsiders.
He would search with his magic, he would look for Palquinn for Taggett. He
would not take the Life Mage with him, and this worried the girl. He wasnt
as close to the kender, would he even know what to look for? She didnt have
a choice, she agreed and the two of them left her alone. The Ogre would go,
and report back, what choice did Taggett have?

She played with a small pearl at the bottom of her bag, she didnt have a
choice did she? Chanting a portal sizzled open in front of the Life Mage.
She could see Ogut he was trudging through open ice fields, she ran to the
next room, flinging open another portal with little thought, hed gone a
little farther. The next room and this time she waited, it hurt, every
second that passed. He was nearing the trail that lead to Ganth and
Nordmaar. She jumped through and he looked annoyed to see her. He
commented on her patients before he was gone in an instant. Reaching into
her bag she cringed. That had been her last pearl.

She rushed to Nordmaar, shouting in a panic. Reagan! Taggett yelled into
the chilly air. Reagan appeared coming down the street, she was walking
with another, that the Life Mage barely glanced at. Do you have a
glittering stone, magic?
Reagan introduced her mother Queen Megan
MacCallum as the noble woman gave one of the stones shed requested moments
before. Taggett couldnt sink into feeling so ashamed for not having
realized who this woman was, but requested forgiveness before she quickly
whispered a spell leapt her away.

Holding the stone Taggett chanted, nothing. Again she focused on the Ogre,
nothing. She even prayed to Kantilles to give her just a little more power,
she had to follow. If she could open a portal she could reach Ogut and even
if he wouldnt lead her to The Vale, he wouldnt have much to say if she was
already there. He couldnt be the only one who knew the way there. The
notion struck her hard, as she looked to the stone in her hand. Of course
he wasnt, there were many who lived on Icewall, many educated, many like
Reagan.

Follow the otters northish, she repeated the vague directions the Highland
Princess had given her, although it had sounded a little different in the
accent. The river wasnt hard to follow and soon, the huge mountain breaking
through the trees made it even easier to locate. The mountain, on the
otherside she would find The Vale.

A strange sensation started to tingle at the back of her mind, as she
reached the edge of the jutting stones of the mountainside. It was
something familiar, something she hadnt felt for a very long time. It was
Palquinn she could feel her best friend, at the edge of her spirit, it was
like an echo that was just making its way down a long corridor. There was
no clear place to start up the mountain, she simply went. She didnt care if
shed been warned, Palquinn was on the otherside, she could feel it in every
inch of her body.




Writer: Taggett

Date Sun Jun 28 03:18:23 2015

To All Ogut Reagan Megan Vitriosablet Palquinn Zooey Bruun Darkonin Nordmaar Arkane Imm *RP*

Subject Finding Palquinn (Searching The Vale) *P3*


The sun was almost completely vanished as she came to nearly the peak of
the epic climb. Had she not used magic to fly from time to time she would
have never been able to make it as quickly as she had. Something shifted
across the sky, so completely black that it shut out the darkness around it.
Its shape cut a black path in the sky. She knew at once what it was, shed
been warned. A dragon. It was a Great Black Dragon and it made the earth
tremble as it landed in front of her. She could smell the acid that dripped
from its jagged teeth as its hot breath came close to her body. Its sharp
spiked bones extending ina line from the middle of its skull to the tip of
its nose. Eyes so haunting they contained no color, just an endless black
that never looked away and she was sure could see to the inner most point of
her existence.

She took in the dragon from head to barbed bone tipped tale, stained red,
she was certain with blood.

Panic the Life Mage tried to explain to Vitriosablet what had brought her to
the home of the Dragon kind, that she had no other quest but to find her
friend. Night was setting in and she was ready to be pulled to the shadows
should things get scary. She wasnt even sure that the shadows could protect
her from Vitriosablet. She didnt know if such mortal magic would work
against a black dragon.

The dragon seemed confused with why Taggett would risk her life for
Palquinn. She isn't just a kender... The girl rebuttled. She is my best
friend.


Vitriosablet spoke She is not worth your death. Taggett knew only a little
from reading on Dragons but she promised she would give him something in
return if she could simply retrieve Palquinn from The Vale.

What confused the dragon also perplexed the Life Mage, if Palquinn truly was
in The Vale what stopped her from having been found by the Dragonkind, what
had protected her from being eaten decades ago? The night was now thick
around them, and Vitriosablet was but a shadow, although an epic terrifying
shadow. Taggett tried to think, what had she done exactly when shed cast
the spell to protect Palquinn, could it have been possible, that not only
had she put Palquinn in a death like sleep. Had she done more then
teleported Palquinn far away, had she also locked her in the realm of
shadows. Had she lodged her friend between the light and the dark. Was
that why she hadnt been found in so long. Was this what protected her now
from being eaten.

It was worth a test. If Vitriosablet, wasnt able to see Palquinn in the
shadows he wouldnt find Taggett either. Swiftly, Taggett cast the spell and
everything went a dull gray, she made a dash down the mountain, the valley,
a place protected by Dragons was near with every step, she leapt and only
with the magic that she was in did she not fall quickly. She made it to the
edge of the valley and Vitriosablet was still nowhere to be seen.





Writer: Taggett

Date Sun Jun 28 03:22:06 2015

To All Ogut Reagan Megan Vitriosablet Palquinn Zooey Bruun Darkonin Nordmaar Arkane Imm *RP*

Subject Finding Palquinn (Searching The Vale) *P4*


Shed passed huge Guardians that would have tore the flesh from her body
should they have been able to see the girl. The valley was frightening,
swirling with mist, she couldnt see where she was going, the color taken
from the world, there was no chance to actually see where one thing began
and another ended. She passed through creature, through lifeless
structures. She couldnt see but she could feel, she could feel one other
heart beat in the distance. Faint, but she knew it, it was Palquinn.

From time to time Vitriosablet would fly past her, was he hunting her to
help, or kill her and eat her bones. She knew enough to know that a black
dragon was not to be trusted, and now that shed ran into The Vale. He may
have allowed it in the first place to rid the place of the kender, but he
might also have only done it to make a game of chasing the girl through The
Vale. Closer, she could feel Palquinns heartbeat so close now.

Mist swirled around the fragile form of her friend so stark, standing out
from All the chaos of the world around them. Palquinn lay motionless, her
clothes tattered shreds that barely covered her body. Chanting a spell
Taggetts muscles surged with strength and she almost crumbled with emotions
as she scoop up her friend. The feeling of being this close to her best
friend almost ended her urgency with crippling relief. She couldnt stop
now.

Rolling from the shadows she and Palquinn lay motionless on the side of the
mountain. It had taken the last of her magic to pull them both from the
shadows. Palquinn still in her death sleep. Taggett stared with disbelief
at her friend as the sun just started to edge its return from sleep. The
nightmare was still very real and Vitriosablet skimmed the side of the
mountain before landing next to them. For the first time a real fear clung
to Taggett. Now, now she had something very real that she could loose. At
last she was with her friend, and now she had a very real weakness.

She called out to any mage that she knew might be listening but it was so
early she didnt know if anyone was listening. Vitriosablet had been
promised something in return for letting Taggett retrieve Palquinn from The
Vale. It so happened what he wanted was the very thing the Life Mage had
gone in to get, he was hungry for kender.




Writer: Taggett

Date Sun Jun 28 03:25:46 2015

To All Ogut Reagan Megan Vitriosablet Palquinn Zooey Bruun Darkonin Nordmaar Arkane Imm *RP*

Subject Finding Palquinn (Searching The Vale) *END*


A portal blazed to life, someone had heard. Zooey of Arkane Azure Tower
appeared, and though Taggett tried her best to push Palquinn into through
the magic opening. The Great Black was much more powerful and scooped up
the helpless kender. You dont want to eat a kender, they are much to
pathetic for something as great as you. A kender is something for a Gold,
or a Silver dragon, not something as great as you. You dont want something
to eat as a reward that should be gone in moments.
Taggett tried to reason
as she clung around the claws that now lifted her and Palquinn in the air.






Ripping open her own bag of holding hundreds of body parts shed embalmed
fell to the ground below them. This would make a much better feast Taggett
tried to offer Vitriosablet something much more filing, but her own words
came back to haunt her as he refused food as an offering. Something that
would last such brief moments was not interesting to him any longer. Eating
the kender would cause Taggett sorrow much past this brief pile of arms,
legs, brains.

Zooey offered the question, what would Vitriosablet like. The answer was
much simpler then Taggett had expected. A Riddle. He loved them, more then
all the treasures that he already owned. He wanted it from Taggett. Shed
promised him something in return for Palquinn. Fighting fear she looked to
the fading night sky. Someone had told her this once, At night they come
without being fetched, And at night they are lost without being stolen.

Although she muttered another riddle that didnt seem to interest
Vitriosablet. This riddle seemed to do the trick. He set the girls down,
and seemed to loose All interest in them.

Dashing through the portal, Taggett, Zooey, and Palquinn were now in Arkane


Taggett woke a couple of times, she felt sick, perhaps it had been the
acidic breath of the beast. The cold, the amount of magic shed cast, a
combination mixed with relief. She wasnt sure where they had ended up.
Bruun was there, was that real? Was Palquinn real? Other voices, Fynix?
The next few days would be hard for the Life Mage. Sleeping off the fever,
cuddled close to her friend on Bruuns couch.

For a long time, Taggett had been afraid, been afraid Palquinn was nothing
more then a memory. Perhaps not even a real memory. As she clung to her
magically enchanted sleeping friend, she made a promise. She would never
let her go again. Dreams rumbled through her mind, mixed with memories and
the roar of the Great Black Vitriosablet.




Writer: Reagan

Date Sun Jun 28 11:48:07 2015




Writer: Khorvash

Date Mon Jun 29 12:27:25 2015




Writer: Taggett

Date Mon Jun 29 15:41:10 2015

To All Palquinn Bruun Vitriosablet Arkane *RP*

Subject What Came Back


The glow of the floating disk reflected on the china white of Taggetts
face. Her mute green eyes skimming over the mammothly large book resting on
the hovering surface. Small cuts had becoming tiny pink knicks, remains
from fleeing Vitriosablet and returning Palquinn from The Vale. The night
had filled Bruuns home and she tried not to disturb anyone who might be
sleeping. Not that she could wake Palquinn if she tried. Bruun and his
wife had been kind enough to let the girls stay in their home until Taggett
had a remedy for her friends death sleep. It seemed now, as her eyes grew
tired staring at the ritual, that might be within her grasp..

Taggetts head gave a jerk, she was no longer sitting on the couch next to
her kender friend. She was standing in the middle of The Blackwood Forest.
A squeal filled the night sky above her as winged bats broke into bombing
swoops latching their teeth around insects both large and small. She
couldnt find the White Moon in the sky, but the Red shown down like a bloody
omen and cast its eerie glow on the trickling stream in front of her.
Kneeling down her eyes looked on in entrancement as the deep red water. Was
it water? Removing the black glove from her hand she dipped her hand into
the stream, it felt warm to the touch, thick, it oozed in around the white
of her skin.

TAGGETT! An excited voice spun her around and the sensation of taking her
hand from the blood lingered with her. Palquinn was running from a break in
the trees, her goggles bouncing on the top of the kenders head. One of the
Taggett could see had a small crack in the lense. For a moment she was
certain the kender looked afraid, which the Life Mage knew wasnt even
possible, as her friend like All kender was immune to fear. Was something
coming out of the trees after her? Taggett stared to the opening and though
nothing parted through the shadows, for a moment she was certain something
was there in the darkness. TAGGETT!

Looking down at her friend, recoiling fear swept through Taggetts body and
the white of her kimono splashed into the bloody stream. Palquinn was now a
vision of some horrible nightmare. One of her eyes was missing behind the
goggle. Decayed holes in her flesh exposed rotten teeth in her mouth. A
long jagged claw mark ripped down the center of her neck and chest. She was
holding a finger out toward the girl, motionless, wordless the kender stared
at her with her one putrid green eye.

This is All Your Fault

A lurch lifted Taggett from her sleep, and disorientation to where she was
and what was happening. It was still the middle of the night and a sound
scattershot across the livingroom of Bruuns home. The sound came from
nothing the Life Mage could see but it dashed from right next to her across
the floor and banged itself into the cherry pine armoire. The voice of her
decaying friend still ringing in her ears. Palquinn was still in her
motionless death sleep. For a moment, Taggett could not move her body. As
if some deep fear was pinning her to the spot. The dim light of the
floating disk casting shadows across the room. As the panic of the
nightmare started to fade she felt again as if she was safe in the cozy
cottage.

She did not sleep again that night, she could barely concentrate on her
book. Her mute green eyes keeping guard on the armoire, a small crack
opening the doors. At times it felt like something was looking back at her.
A frightening thought continued to drift into her tired mind. What Followed
You Out of The Vale?





Writer: Rellinath

Date Mon Jun 29 18:08:12 2015

To All althainia darkonin ( zypher imm RP )

Subject The Fortification of Dolund'ir, Territory of Althainia



Rellinath stood on the beaches near Dolund'ir, marvelling at the might of
the Althainian fleet, All proudly flying the colors of Althainia. One ship
in particular, the Vanguard, flew also the colors of Captain Jadelyn
Darkwater below Althainia's flag, in honor of the Captain's bravery. Though
she was still sorely wounded from the grenade blast that had nearly claimed
her life and could not yet sail with her crew, she had stubbornly insisted
on being on board the Vanguard anyway, even as it was stationed as part of
the blockade she herself had ordered. Rellinath wasn't entirely sure she'd
keep to her bed if something happened... In fact, he was relatively sure
she wouldn't... But he knew she could take care of herself. He nodded in
satisfaction. Nothing would be getting through to Dolund'ir by sea.

Nor by land, he reminded himself, as he turned to walk back through the
tunnels leading to the main city, to be challenged by and then saluted in
turn by the three hundred soldiers now garrisoning the goblin city, with
orders to question everything and anything that passed through any of the
city entrances. Althainia had suffered the intrusions of Darkonin enough.
They would suffer them no longer. His men were sharp, they were attentive,
and they were numerous. Dozens upon dozens of war wolves, born and bred in
Dolund'ir and thus accustomed to the smells of the natives and the
Althainians (but not, pointedly so, of the denizens of Darkonin) patrolled
with them, and the outskirts were kept under close watch by several of
Rellinath's allies from the wild, including his best friend Minah, stalking
the Miden'nir. The Magi of Althainia's wizard tower were on site as well,
using their detection magics to periodically sweep the city for any sort of
hidden threats. Plus there was the matter of the goblins themselves. The
fact that Althainia had not, despite Darkonin's claims, been abusing the
goblins and had actually been actively trying to improve their lives through
imports and renovations to the goblin city had not escaped the notice of the
population, and they were beginning to grow accustomed to Rellinath and his
men as trusted guardians that could be relied upon. There was also the
rumor that Darkonin had tried to murder All of the goblins by blowing the
city of Dolund'ir up using the explosive crates that had been intercepted
going around... Rellinath hadn't started the rumor and didn't know who did,
but he wasn't about to dispel it, especially since he wasn't sure it was a
lie anyway. He didn't know what Darkonin had planned to do with the crates,
but the sheer rashness of the move certainly indicated some level of
aggression, and he doubted that Dolund'ir would have survived it unscathed.

That was neither here nor there, though. They had eyes on the land. They
had eyes on the sea. They had eyes in the wild. And they had eyes from
within the city's populace itself. And All were ready, willing, and eager
to fight to defend what belonged to them, to the Empire, and to the people
it represented, the goblins of Dolund'ir included.

If Darkonin wanted a war, by the Gods, they would pay dearly for that in
blood.





Writer: Taggett

Date Mon Jun 29 22:48:42 2015

To All Arkane Bruun Crokus Eszka Zooey Palquinn Shalrienne Imm *RP*

Subject Life As Normal


A tiny clown fish kissed a few small piece of coral, and Taggett wondered
what he was thinking. She wondered if he existed at all. She hadnt slept
since Palquinn had made their way in a stumble sleep like state to the
Fellowship Saloon. The ritual had worked. She with the help of Zooey,
Bruun, Crokus, Eszka and Shalrienne, had finally waken Palquinn Sliverstream
from the near death like sleep shed put the kender in centuries ago. Her
only concern was what it might mean for those that walked through the realm
of the dead with her that night. Would they be alright?

Taggett let herself fall back into the pile of pillows and faced her friend.
It was nice to know that this sleep was only temporary. That Palquinn would
wake once her mind and spirit had time to rest. There was much they needed
to discuss. She couldnt break it to the kender how much time had really
passed since the spell had locked her away from the world. There would be
enough time to face the reality of the situation. It was nice to just let
her think it wasnt a big deal. It was nice to feel like things were going
to go back to normal.

A wide yawn tried to pull Taggett to sleep. She was too excited and her
mind wouldnt listen to her body. Finally, things could get back to normal.
They could start a life in Arkane. All of the mess shed made with her magic
was behind them. They could try to make a normal go of things. Sleep clung
to her eyes and for a moment she nodded off. With a start the Life Mage
woke, looking around the room that had the illusion of being deep under
water, surrounded by a magic bubble. Her chest hurt, she couldnt shake the
feeling something had been sitting on it.

She smiled to Palquinn the feeling subsiding. It was time to let things get
back to normal.




Writer: Euterah

Date Tue Jun 30 11:30:39 2015




Writer: Ogut

Date Tue Jun 30 17:45:29 2015




Writer: Ogut

Date Tue Jun 30 17:52:01 2015




Writer: Euterah

Date Tue Jun 30 18:47:21 2015




Writer: Euterah

Date Tue Jun 30 19:43:13 2015




Writer: Mahina

Date Tue Jun 30 21:32:58 2015




Writer: Vitriosablet

Date Tue Jun 30 22:32:17 2015




Writer: Eszka

Date Tue Jun 30 23:08:35 2015

To All Arkane Taggett Palquinn Zooey Shalrienne Crokus Brunn Fynix Zarina Azah Letholdus ( Imm rp )

Subject Dream Terrors: Part One


Her wings spread, she was held aloft between heaven and earth, a
simplicity so complicated she could not comprehend. Her vision was keen, a
darting red herring, a small ugly octopus, creatures far below the waves she
perceived. The call of a lone bird took her attention, she watched as one
beat against the surf to raise itself into the air. She held herself in
place with a slight ease to the left catching a breeze. She thought of the
great progression of life, the heedless abandon of procreation, perhaps
love, and felt an ache in her chest. It was a deep throbbing that grew.
She had felt strange ever since her experience in the circle.

Unexpected, Eszka was seized with a pain, her wings clapping against her
sides as she fell from the sky. Hitting the ocean, her wings immediately
bogging her down, she reached for what she thought was the surface. She
could not breathe! Panic set in at the edges of her mind, she tried to
struggle to the surface, but she couldnt. Her great dark wings dragged her
down, she was trapped, she searched through her silk black pouch, praying
she had a potion of underwater breathing, her fingers fumbled, her vision
started to gray. She clenched her eyes closed, starting to shake her head
back and forth, refusing to give in.

She could not hold her breath any longer, she exhaled harshly and sucked in
- air.




Writer: Eszka

Date Tue Jun 30 23:23:39 2015

To All Arkane Taggett Palquinn Zooey Shalrienne Crokus Brunn Fynix Zarina Azah Letholdus ( Imm rp )

Subject Dream Terrors: Part Two


She panted and blinked her eyes trying to orientate herself. She was in
the Hoard. She tried to move, yet could not. It was as if she was held
down by some invisible force. It was almost more frightening than the dream
her heart beat frantically within her chest. She struggled tried to catch
her breath, tried to cry out but nothing and suddenly she was back in the
dream and she was drowning. The ocean coughed her up on to a sandy beach,
she knew it. Tropica, and she gasped in air, looking up with a sinking
feeling in the pit of her stomach. She did not want to be here. She did
not want to be here at all. She cried out as she was lofted through the
air, not by her own volition. Her eyes closed against the assault. An
acrid smell filled her senses, heat blazed against her. She stopped, held
in the air before her parents village, her village once upon a moon. She
struggled against the bind, but All she accomplished was being able to still
breathe.

The heat was intense and she felt her feathers curl with singe. She
collapsed against the hold, exhausted, her breathing ragged, smoke clogging
her senses.

El rah enaiam?

Her dark indigo gaze turned to the voices, the insistent voices, voices.
Her pulse banged in her head and she arched her baack against the hold,
crying out. This was not real! This could not be real. She felt tangle in
the arms of a nightmare, yet she could not wake up.

She watched her parents flame bright and burn, the villagers die, scatter
and felt her heart break All over. She writhed against the presence that
held her in this scene. She wept and went limp, broken under the memory she
so wished to bury.

Wake. Up.




Writer: Anathaelynn

Date Wed Jul 1 00:50:35 2015




Writer: Taggett

Date Wed Jul 1 01:43:49 2015

To All Vitriosablet Euterah Palquinn Dragon Arkane Imm *RP*

Subject The Great Black



Perhaps it was the lack of sleep since the ritual to wake Palquinn had
been performed, but she looked to the muddy bottom of her kimono she truly
question how shed become so foolish. Taggett Silverwolfe has spent the last
few months searching for her best friend in the whole world. One of her
searches had brought her to Darkonin, it was there she first came in contact
with a black cat, a familiar. It had been hard to remember its name at the
time, but it could not be mistaken that at one time this animal, if it
really could be called one. Had once been the same familiar she had been
linked so close to.

The marsh, she wasnt sure she had ever seen such a place, for sure not on
Icewall. Shadow, that was the name of once magical partner. The black cat
slinked ahead of the young Life Mage. Shed made the creature promise her
intentions were not of wicked intent. If only shed thought to realize it
had been hundreds of years since the two of them had been linked. It had
grown in its powers as she had herself. Making it promise on the first
Witch, didnt seem to have the power it once did...

It was the vitriolic stench that should have been her first tip something
was going horribly wrong. She was familiar with the ogre language as there
were few in Algoron she didnt have a grasp on. The walls of the cavern that
began to bring them down into the earth was marked with drawings, and ogrish
symbols for death, disease, strength, courage. Only the glow of a huge pool
of acid created an ominous mood to the dark confines. There was something
alive down here. Much larger then the Ogre she was told she was going to
see. This creature was familiar as well, it was The Great Black Dragon, she
had never learned its name.

Vitriosablet, had made a deal with the black cat, to bring Taggett to its
lair. Its epic size more frightening then she had remembered in the wide
open world of The Vale. Part of her knew this day would come. Giving the
beast a riddle in exchange for Palquinn would only be the start. At least
until the black scaled monster grew bored of her. Then she would join the
trolls he boasted of just eating.

She only was able to take away small details of what the favor had been by
the dragon for the cat. Poison gourds. She filed the detail away, along
with the memory of seeing Shadows new master. A goblin witch of Darkonin.
For now she tried to be as interesting and mysterious at the same time as
she could for the dragon. Along with peaking his interest for future
reference should he grow bored with the familiar. What would it taste like
to eat one of these animals? Taggett knew better, he promised her safety,
still she made a prayer to Kantilles. Taggett silently cursed that if
anyone should take a fancy to her it had to be an evil swamp dragon, instead
of the dazzling handsome God of White Magic. She focused, now was not time
to think about her crush.

She gave the dragon what he wanted, information about the familiar. Putting
as much doubt in his mind about what appeared nothing more then a black cat.
He grew restless bored, as something so old tended to do. Content with the
information shed supplied she was excused. The visit perplexed Taggett,
what had she really been brought there for. He seemed so curious about her,
even more then that. Something in his wording, how different his life would
be with her?

She let night take hold of her, bringing about a spell she rarely called
upon. It was late, a black aura bleeding around her body. You will forget
my name
She narrowed her mute green eyes at the cat. The familiar reminded
her of no longer having power over it. Taggett knew she didnt need power
over it. She revoked her name, there were some rules even ancient familiars
had to follow. Soon it wouldnt even be able to remember her name. She
would disappear from the layers of other witchs it had served.





Writer: Plutarch

Date Wed Jul 1 14:45:37 2015

To All with a Taste for Blood Bloodlust Drakkara Rp Imm

Subject The Hunt for the Most Bloodshed



"From the minute we take our first breath away from our mother's breast, we are
held firmly within the finality of Lord Fatale's grip!" hollered a street-priest
in the streets of Verminasia. He was dressed in the burgungy robes of a Fatalite
and his face was a strained mixture of excitement and crazy.

"The moment we first live, is the moment we also first realize our own deaths,"
shouted another man, a believer of the God of Murder, in the crowd watched over
by the priest. The crowd murmured in agreement, while some broke away from the
gathering to continue their business in the Dark City.

"But none has down our Lord more service than the Agents of Chaos, who have not
only slain mortals, but have also unlocked new possibilities.. they can pursue
the deaths of the very Gods, themselves!" bellowed the street-priest. A few in
the audience ceased their chattering, as the very thought of murdering the Gods
left the taste of bitter taboo in mouths of many.

The Priesthood of Fatale had always been a strange clergy who revelled in the
prospect of bloodshed and murder. Their church shared a unique relationship with
those of Zandreya, as it is believed that the Circle of Mortality is one that
begins with Goddess Zandreya and ends with the Cloaked Man, the God Fatale. The
men and women of Fatale are a sinister lot who revel in death, and just like in
the relationship of Zandreya and Fatale, so did Fatalites share a strange rela-
tionship with Chaos: the only group in known history capable of slaying the Gods
themselves. Naturally, the other churches fear and loathe Chaos. However, the
Church of Fatale found new ways to celebrate death with the passing of the Gods
Turpa and Kadiya.

"Through Chaos, our Lord will open the gates of Oblivion for the churches of the
light! As Malachive and his General Erebaal soak the realm in the blood of the
Gods of Good, our Master will welcome them with cold indifference! We are taught
that death welcomes All with eyes of indifference before the gates, but even the
Hells themselves will clatter with excitement as Austinian one day passes thru!"

The crowd erupted with a chaotic mixture of cheers, jeers and bellowing as the
townspeople argued their disagreement with using Malachive, while the others did
their part in making noise to hail their agreement. Among the crowd through was
an ariel with a wide grin on his face and a crazed twinkle in his amethyst eyes.

The blood of the Gods themselves.. what a treasure, he thought to himself.




Writer: Shalrienne

Date Wed Jul 1 18:08:00 2015




Writer: Thaydius

Date Wed Jul 1 18:31:57 2015

To All Elynsynos ( Religion Siccara Imm )

Subject A Rose Of Pure Ice



A great span of mountains stretched over the Western Reaches of Icewall.
Some of them, particularly those closer to the South, were dotted with life
or home to settlements. But some were quite barren, frozen over and whipped
by constant winds. Thaydius had been going to those peaks to meditate or be
alone for years.

A great deal of constant effort went into suppressing the vibrance of his
natural aura. In solitude, Thaydius could devote his power and control to
external forces rather than fit into the world around him. But in general,
he didn't seek power. That behind the strength of his will he kept a deluge
of magic that could flood and destroy a lot of the world was always a
factor. It made some mortals fear him. He so thoroughly disliked being
feared.

In the heart of a glow that would extend for miles, Thaydius was drawing
power from the White Moon. His luminescence had grown to ten times his size
and the physical vessel that carried his divine soul was distorted,
stretching out toward the sky, its source. The giant's endless eyes cracked
open, revealing the fragments of his immortal core, studying the work within
his infinite grasp with scrutiny. After all, the recipient of this gift
wished for a piece of him to be placed within it.

Reaching into his aura and using it to craft this particular sculpture would
print his essence in All the magic it contained. Every tiny fragment of the
rose was built from millions of bits pressing together which were then
frozen so cold that nothing but a god or goddess would ever turn this ice to
water. He daintily held the artifact between his fingertips, letting the
nova he had created start to calm. With a quick whisper, he decided to
regard the object with the sense to perceive magic. It was a bit bright,
honestly. But he figured a big, bright lady could handle.




Writer: Boof

Date Wed Jul 1 21:30:08 2015

To All Darkonin ( Devion Imm Rp Sunny )

Subject (Killing Him with Kindness)


Tubar Spiritfist hated his life. Tubar was a hill dwarf of a prestigious
bloodline in Thaxanos. He was very rich, and his youth in the Nuexpar had
been very kind to him. But now? His life was terrible.

First of all, he was short. Now that's not terribly surprising as Tubar is
a hill dwarf, All dwarves are relatively short compared to humans and elves.
But, Tubar was scarcely three and a half feet tall. For years he was unable
to join the Baewar's elite Kuldjargh because, his axes drug the ground when
he attempted the killing Rage.

Tubar -hated- his height, but he would live. His next source of disgust was
his beard. It too was short, and not for lack of trying. He had done
everything he could think to grow a long and luxurious beard like that of
his father, Tufar. Nothing worked. Not bat guano, not elf blood, not
dipping it whiskey, not rubbing it with grease. None of it worked. And so,
he was resigned to hate his life and his pathetically short beard.

At least he was rich is what most would have said. But no, this was not the
case. In his youth Tubar had done well for himself this is true.
Unfortunately what little he hadn't pissed away gambling was now far away in
Thaxanos and unable to be accessed.

His life is very sad, and there is good reason for him to be so maligned
about the world at large. Mencius was his only respite. It allowed him to
direct his rage, to use it however he wished. This rage had saved his life
many times, and was the reason for his wealth back in Thaxanos.

It was a double edged blade though, as it was the source of his most current
and greatest discontent.

Slavery.

Tubar Spiritfist, follower of Mencius, member of the Nuexpar, and renowned
for his evil and underhanded talent at gaining coin was a slave. And not
just any slave. He was the favorite slave of his worthless master, the
Devionite Priest, Boof Rog.

From Tubar's perspective, Boof, was a moron. His intelligence was
definitely lacking, and his cowardice knew no bounds. But somehow, through
Devion, Boof always managed to land on his feet. Even after he had his hand
cut off, Boof remained terribly happy about the state of things.

His master's happiness resulted in much affection that Tubar hated more than
anything. Tubar wasn't just a slave, he was much closer to being a pet.
And there was nothing he could do about it. The much larger and luckier
Boof -loved- Tubar, and made sure to let Tubar know on a daily ba sis.

Boof would preen and poke the poor dwarf. Cackling wildly at his disgust
and hatred of being touched. But Boof's favorite thing to do was to hug
Tubar, very very hard. Boof knew how much the smaller dwarf hated this, and
greatly enjoyed it when Tubar writhed and cursed.


(TBC!!!)




Writer: Fynix

Date Fri Jul 3 01:16:50 2015

To All Arkane Taggett Palquinn Zooey Shalrienne Crokus Brunn Lothaw Eszka Zarina Azah Letholdus ( Imm RP )

Subject |A| Dream Terrors |A|


A cool breeze caressed his face as he floated on the clouds drifted past
underneath. Floating on the air as it passed underneath his golden
wingspan, Fynix was free to watch Algoron pass below him. He smiles as he
watched kingdoms and peoples blissfully unaware of his presence overhead.

A cloudbank obscured his vision, and the Great Forest came into view.
Smiling, he angled lower, the great trees zooming up to meet him as he
angled his way between them, racing the wind as he dove in and out between
the trees.

This All seemed familiar somehow, but Fynix couldn't quite place his finger
on why it was so.

Then there was singing. A womans voice, soft and lilting. He spotted a
forest grove coming up, and knew a pool was to be found there. Ever
delighted to find a chance to meet someone new, he angled himself around for
a better view... Catching a sight of a woman's silhouette, hip deep in the
cool waters. A pair of iridescent wings unfurled behind her shoulderblades
as she bathed in the waters, and Fynix grinned in delight at the prospect of
meeting her...

Suddenly, joltingly, he remembered why this seemed so familiar. This had
happened before... His head snapped up, but like before, he wasn't int ime
to correct his flight path before he slammed hard into a tree branch,
clipping his wing and sending him tumbling...

... Tumbling to the ground beside the bed, the agony jolting him awake
instantly as he gave a yelp of pain. His broken wing hung at an unnatural
angle behind his back as the healers moved swiftly to mend his injury, the
mages talking about how 'it was still here' and 'it was attacking them in
their dreams' but right now Fynix could not even think through the white-hot
pain.




Writer: Lothaw

Date Fri Jul 3 01:30:13 2015

To All Arkane Taggett Palquinn Zooey Shalrienne Crokus Brunn Fynix Eszka Zarina Azah Letholdus ( Imm RP Zandreya )

Subject Awakening from the Nightmare



Lothaw Katel never in his life imagined he would be in Fynixs bedroom and
by the Blessed Mother, he did indeed see the unnatural there. Only his
trusted friend Zooey would ever have gotten him in there. Though it was
hardly what he had expected. The dream horrors that Eszka, Fynix, Zooey,
Taggett among others had been experiencing were quite out of his range of
experience, yet he had studied such things when he was younger. The high
pitched screams of the two ariels were still echoing through his ears, even
after he had healed the physical injuries this unnatural malady had
inflicted upon the two of them.

Working quickly, the dark elven cleric dug through his satchel to produce a
few basic materials. Lothaw hastily sprinkled holy water across the room,
making sure to splash everyone lightly at least once. Then he drew a
protective barrier in a salt trail around the bed. He filled in the circle
with appropriate symbols of healing and lit both candles and incense,
offering a bit of fresh air to the room after everyone had been perspiring
in horror at what had happened in it.

Finally Lothaw knelt and said the appropriate prayers, both to protect those
in the room and heal the spirits of those inside of any injuries. This
unnatural dream demon had already frightened the dark elf from his brief
second hand encounter, and he was certain that if any god would hear a
prayer regarding this it would be Mother Zandreya. Lothaw was also worried
that by proximity he may soon see these horrors first hand.




Writer: Zooey

Date Fri Jul 3 02:24:10 2015

To All Arkane Taggett Palquinn Shalrienne Crokus Bruun Fynix Lothaw (Imm RP)

Subject The Beast Within: Part One


The blackness which surrounded her was tangible, enveloping her like a syrupy
shroud of emptiness. There was nothing where she was, only her own body - suspended
in the darkness, floating motionlessly in its depths.

Zooey looked around herself in frightened confusion - unable to how she'd come
to be here or where she'd just been. The silence of the place so bleak that
her own heart pounded in her ears like a war drum, its beat rising in tempo with
every second.

A flash of movement to her left caught her attention and her eyes darted to follow
it. The mere act of moving her head was agonizingly difficult. It was as though All
of her strength had left her - her body loathe to obey her commands.

She recognized the woman who stepped toward her immediately. She'd seen her during
the ritual to retrieve Palquinn's soul from the Realm of the Dead, the woman who had
claimed to be her mother. Standing on nothing yet appearing somehow grounded - the
vision before her seemed to move just fine, uninhibited in the way which Zooey found
herself. Her mother offered a warm smile, hands clasped behind her back. She opened
her mouth to speak, but it was as though Zooey had gone deaf - for no sound came forth.

Zooey frowned - or at least thought she did, her eyes fixated on the mute women moving
her lips animatedly, a cheerful expression on her features. So focused was she that
she almost did not see the man step out from the darkness to her right. With great effort,
she again turned her head, inhaling a sharp breath at the sight before her.

The man who she'd been told was her father approached her, eyes black as the darkness
around her. Snaked around his arms, holding the man possessively against his chest,
was the black creature - covered in inky, sharp spines and scales, his mouth nothing but
a gaping circular maw with an endless spiral of sharp teeth. When he opened it - Zooey's
mind was flooded with the sounds of children screaming in terror. She snapped her eyes
shut as though to somehow drown out the horrific shrieking, a serpentine whisper lacing
the edges of her thoughts. "You know what you are. And you know what you're becoming."




Writer: Taggett

Date Fri Jul 3 02:31:44 2015

To All Arkane Lothaw Zooey Bruun Crokus Synri Eszka Fynix Palquinn Imm *RP*

Subject Dreaming of Your Death


A smile crept across the coral lips of Taggett Silverwolfe. Sitting at
the end of Fynixs four post bed. A laugh suddenly breaking the silence of
the otherwise empty room. A look of startled surprise passing over the
girls face as she clasped both of her gloved hands over her chest. A panic
starting in a tingle from the center of her gut. Broken glass covered most
of the room, the bed she was sitting on, the floors, most likely even the
bubbling hot tub. The doors that had once exited to the balcony had now
been crumbled All across the floor.

What are you? The Life Mage looked to the ground in front of her as if
seeing something that wasnt there, her mute green eyes standing still in a
perplexed questioning. Everything that night had been a wash, screaming,
pain. Eszka had been hurt, Fynix wing broken? Zooey something was wrong
with her arm. Who was this Synri? A fog was hanging in her mind, the
moments of the evening mixed up, a realization troubled the Taggett. Had
she been awake the whole time?

Standing she knelt to the faded trail of magic that lingered in the air.
Whatever it was, what they knew was that it wasnt from the beyond the grave.
It could have come from her trip into The Vale. Everything else was
horrible mystery. Split up? Why had she told Bruun to make everyone split
up? Had she really told him that?

Walking around the room, she paused at a mirror. Her eyes looked so tired
she wondered how long she had looked like this. Running a hand to groom of
one her frost colored buns, how long had she looked like this. Like a
sixteen year old girl? She thought of Zooey who had Crokus, Bruun and his
wife. Eszka even had Fynix.

Youll die with your stupid kender. Her reflections lips moved and it
caused Taggett to take a couple steps back. Sleep was hanging in her eyes,
had she grown so tired that she could nod off from time to time just
standing in place. Rubbing her eyes, she turned back to the room and nearly
went faint looking to the hot tub. Glowing a soft white was Lothow shed
only met the dark elf this very night. He was in the bubbling hot tub up to
his bare chest.

Wont you join me? The image of the dark elf beckoned her closer. There
was a warmth, in the embrace, in the water. She could finally just relax,
she could just, sleep.

Warmth, the feeling washed over her whole body, there was such a comfort
through her mind. There was no struggle as you would imagine, not like
this. Not with him holding her down under the water. It was so peaceful.
A burping of the bubbles splashed wide as Taggett pulled her wet sleeve from
the bottom of the hot tub. Dragging herself from the water, her eyes
frantic, she was very much actually soaked through. The tingle of sleep
gone, her body was electric.

Looking around the room one last time, the Life Mage walked to the balcony
looking back inside the room. Something dark hung from the ceiling. Even
if what was haunting them left when the person wakes. It left a very dark
shadow in its wake. What happen here this night, the misery it had created,
had tainted this place. Whispering a spell she lifted into the air, her
hair tangled and dripping still. She needed to figure out what it was, or
all of Arkane might never sleep again..




Writer: Zooey

Date Fri Jul 3 02:39:33 2015

To All Arkane Taggett Palquinn Shalrienne Crokus Bruun Fynix Lothaw (Imm RP)

Subject The Beast Within: Part Two


Consciousness flooded Zooey as she sat bolt upright in bed, a thin sheen of sweat covering
her body. The screams - oh god, the screams were still there ...but they were coming from
her own throat. Her voice finally broke, descending into low wails and pants as she struggled
to catch her breath. She became aware of Crokus, his arms around her, whispering comfortingly
to his wife, trying to calm her terror.

She sank against him and sobbed, feeling more exhausted than she had when she'd fallen asleep.
It was the fourth night in a row that she'd had the same dream. Always the same. Her mother,
then her father, then the thing possessing him telling her what she was. ...but what was she?

Once he'd managed to calm her she pulled herself from the bed and stepped out onto the balcony,
her arms wrapped around her body protectively.

She'd never known her parents - she'd been found as a baby in the gardens of the Althainian
Castle and raised in the nearest orphanage, the way that far too many children were. She'd
wondered at times, of course, who had abandoned her - where she'd come from, but she'd usually
been too busy with her current life to worry too much about the one which could have been.

Glancing behind her, she stared at Crokus for a few minutes - completely silent, ensuring that
he was asleep. Turning her body toward the lighted room, she pulled down the shoulder of her
gown as her anxiety flooded her, making the world spin.

The patch on her arm had gotten bigger after that dream - just as it had after the one before.
Half of her upper left arm was now covered in gleaming, black scales each edged in a metallic
strip of blood red. A thin, flexible spine, each barbed, protruded from between each one. She
straightened her arm, the spines lying flat against her upper arm, standing straight outward as
she flexed her bicep.

Her heart raced as she looked at her arm. She'd come to the awful place of knowing that she should
tell someone what was happening to her but having waited so long that she'd let the fear of anyone
discovering her overwhelm her completely. Closing her eyes, she calmed herself with great effort,
pulling her gown back up around her shoulder and lowering her eyes. She knew that she couldn't hide
it forever. Sooner or later someone was going to notice what she was being consumed by - what she
was becoming.




Writer: Synri

Date Fri Jul 3 10:02:44 2015

To All Arkane Lothaw Zooey Bruun Taggett Palquinn Fynix Eszka Crokus ( Imm RP )

Subject - Horrible Night Terror -


Sitting in the Amphitheatre of White Magicks, Synri was watching over
Eszka and Fynix. Her mind drifted back to the scene that had literally been
imprinted and not likely to go away anytime soon. Seeing the glass on the
floor, the terror in Eszka's eyes, Fynix on the floor in agony (Of course,
her first thought was someone kicked him in a not so.. Good place.) , The
rest of the people in the room. She would have laughed, if it were a
comical scene because she was definitely surprised and startled upon
entering the room, but it was serious and no laughing matter, which made her
features turn to concern as well as wary and scared. Something serious had
happened. Very serious.

As she leaned back on a pillow, Synri stared out into the night, her eyes
straying to the stars above. Folding her arms into a relaxed pose, she
glanced over at her friends. Both were asleep again. Her own eyes were
starting to droop before she gave her head a vigorous shake. She had to
stay awake, she just had to. But sleep was soon was overwhelming her and
eventually it had won. And that was a mistake in and of itself.

It was like going back in time, reliving the horrible nightmare she
desperately tried to forget. There was blood... Everywhere. The stench of
it so strong, it would make one's stomach roil. She watched her younger
self, trying desperately to wake her parents, yet they were already long
gone. The girl looked up, her tear-filled eyes wide with fear as the shadow
of a being came nearer and nearer, a weapon of some dark energy held in its
hand. It had spoke, the voice raspy and cold as ice, saying she would fetch
a pretty price. Synri tried to call out to her younger self, screaming for
her to run, to get out. No sound was heard as she watched in horror as her
smaller self was picked up like nothing....

Flashing to the present time, she was running, her heart pounding in her
chest as she dashed through the forest, trying to get to the safety of the
kingdom. The young woman glanced back over her shoulder, that same shadow
figure from her childhood nearly almost upon her, reaching out to try and
grab hold of her as its sinister laughter was heard, close to her ear. And
that's when she felt the sharp pain in her side, the scream of terror and
pain jostling her awake, coming from her own throat as she holds her side.
There, as plain as day, are what seem to be five claw marks on her skin,
each bleeding and turning her gown red.

Just what on Algoron was going on?




Writer: Lothaw

Date Fri Jul 3 12:07:17 2015

To All Arkane Taggett Zooey Bruun Crokus Synri Eszka Fynix Palquinn ( Imm rp Zandreya )

Subject The Sands of Time



It was an experience of horror for Lothaw Katel. How he couldnt say but
somehow he was trapped inside a glass cage. Yet despite All his best
efforts he couldnt break free from his conical prison. There was nothing
surrounding his prison but darkness and the curious thing was, there was an
inversed glass cone immediately above him. Then the dark elfs eyes widened
when he saw someone else trapped inside that one. It was his wife Kaerlia,
whom he had barely seen at All for the last several years and whom he missed
dearly. So close to see, yet too far to touch. What sort of strange
nightmarish prison was this?

Then the image of Kaerlia was gone and falling from a small hole from the
cone above was sand. Dry and coarse. It was then Lothaw realized this was
no prison, but an hour glass. They said time flows in one direction, memory
in another. Soon enough the sand falling from above was no longer an
inconvenience, but a dire threat as it started to bury him. With desperate
effort Lothaw tried to claw his way up and towards the opening the sand was
falling through, but with each moment it seemed like he was further away
despite his effort. As if time was literally hammering him into the ground.
Lothaws cries to get Kaerlias attention went unheard and soon were muffled
altogether by the sand as it started to rise over the dark elfs head.

With a start the dark elf cleric sat up, drenched in sweat in his home. His
bed was empty, no sign of Kaerlia and the house was quiet, dark and empty.
Exhaling deeply several times, Lothaw rose to get some water and realized he
ached All over. Though the truly scary moment came when he light a candle
and discovered why he ached All over. His skin was chaffed and raw and
covered with scratches. Almost as if it had been rubbed raw by a large
amount of sand. By the Blessed Mother what in the world was happening?




Writer: Eszka

Date Fri Jul 3 18:18:06 2015

To All Arkane Taggett Palquinn Zooey Shalrienne Crokus Brunn Lothaw Zarina Azah Letholdus ( Imm rp )

Subject Dream Terrors Part 3


She had not even realized she had fallen asleep again, so warm and held,
snuggled into familiar smell, feathers. She was walking somewhere and then
it came to her, she did not know how she had arrived there. She looked
around trying to get her bearings. It seemed like a place she should know,
but the sounds were All discord. Screeches, howls, hoots, growling noises
these were not making her feel any better about the place she was in. There
were trees All around, tall, so tall she could barely make out the canopy.
It was dark, but a cloying dark, a dark that would not recede. She sang the
words and notes and a torch appeared. She grasped it. She felt suddenly
very alone and very frightened.

She continued walking, the noises setting her nerves on edge. She felt the
back of neck prickle. She kept turning around, thinking someone was
watching her, waiting for her. It was like before in the dreaming, a
something or someone just beyond her field of vision. She could sense its
presence, but it was evasive. She was not a strong enough mage to see.

She trembled, squeaking a little whimper, there was nowhere to go except
that which led down the path into the dark deep wood. She kept to the path,
the noises startling her, turning and twisting every which way to try to
keep from being ambushed. She felt pursued, tracked down, chased. The path
came to an abrupt end and a clearing was before her. As she raised her eyes
her strength was gone completely, fixed to the trunk of the tree was a
figure. She did not was to see it she wanted to escape, fly away. But her
feet and wings would not obey her and she was compelled forward until she
was not four feet from the tree, looking up.

She cried out, a low anguished sound, her heart wrenched from her body and
she reached up. Oh no, how could this be? She dropped her torch numbly.
She reached out to the touch the feet of the figure, stiff and cold under
her fingers. She could not keep the tears from blurring her vision, a lone
lock of gold over the wasted, decrepit figures head, body nailed to the
tree. All her connections shattered and she fell to her knees and wept.

It was All for naught, a struggle, nothing to anchor to, nothing to keep her
from going adrift. A brightness flickered within her vision, she tried to
catch her breath. She was surrounded by fire, torches, she looked for her
own on the ground, but did not find it. She tried to draw her dagger, but
found she had none. The fire enclosed on her and through her terror she
heard voices.

You did this. You murdered him. He rots because of you. Your parents.
Your fault. Gone because of you. Give up. Give up. Go to sleep and be no
more.


Be no more. You are nothing. Grist for the mill. Nothing. Less than
nothing. Ruin follows you.

She could not wake.



 


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