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Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 08, 2005 - 09:02 am

In the world of Severnia, in the Northern Region of Goro, the first Kingdom of the world was built. It was named Shaternu. It was built by the Ancients: the first intelligent race, which created many others, such as Humans, Elves, and Dwarves. They were a god-like race of powerful magicians, and none upon the world of Severnia before or sense have held that kind of fantastic power. They reshaped the beauty of the world to their liking. They invented music, dance, art, and many other things. They allowed their Children (child races) to flourish and develop independently, but of course under their guiding wisdom.

Several groups of Humans and Elves came under apprenticeship to the Ancients, who wished to pass on their abilities to their Children. A mistake this proved to be, as some of the Human magicians were lured by Demons -- such as K’Larkh himself -- into corruption, and took all they had learned, and left. Greed and a desire for power over the world drove them now. They went to the uncivilized Region of Mir’Tanya, and rounded up various Humans and lesser creatures to serve their evil will. The great kingdom of Neseldin was built. There, they developed many new races to serve their evil thirst, which included Lich, Hobgoblins, Rolcs, Ogres, to name but a few. This band of sorcerer-rulers became known as the Dark Imperators (or simply, the Emperors.) They started taking over towns and villages, killing all resisters.

The Great War started, which would last for hundreds of years. The Ancients had a small part to play in it, for they neither understood nor approved of violence. The Humans proved the greatest resistance to Neseldin, and soon their efforts were joined by many others, including Elves and Ogres. The leader of the Dark Imperators, Kale Ziar, created a glass sphere which housed the power of the world -- he believed -- in the center of his palace’s Master Chamber. It was built by the very glass of “the Eye” -- a device which could see spiritually into the world so that it could be better looked after. As their armies spread out, so too did this Imperator’s power through the sphere and thus over the world increased. As the war grew more bloody and desperate, near the end, several Gryphons destroyed the sphere, and the great power of the Emperors over the world was fallen. The leader of the Emperors was killed, the others retreated. Soon afterwards, their armies were crushed, and Neseldin was left in ruin, however well defended by its rulers desperate powers. The Immortal Imperators remained in partial power over their kingdom, and with minor influence over Mir’Tanya.

The Ancients got to work in trying to undo the evil work of the Emperors, and some races were restored to a more natural state, free from a binding anger and ignorance alone. Some Ogres were “uplifted” in this way. In time however, some of the Ancients’ own Children rose up and destroyed them, as an attempt for freedom from under their wise yet repressing parents. Over the wars before, after, and during these dark times, many races were completely wiped out and lost forever. Only the strong or innovative would survive.

Hundreds of thousands of years would pass …

The Dark Imperators have been quietly rebuilding their powers in recent centuries, as three hundred years ago there was a change … something, only sensed but not realized by the rest of the world. Kale Ziar, the evil High Lord who had led the Imperators into the evils of the Ancient times, had returned. Somehow, by some mystical means that was done. Under his genius, they began rebuilding their forces in secret. Little by little, the towns and kingdoms of Mir’Tanya again fell under their control. Their forces were being rebuilt. But, to be successful this time, Kale Ziar knew that they would have to acquire a great weapon. Something to inspire fear and hopelessness in the hearts of the people. He has been dwelling deeply into ancient knowledge and bringing back to life ancient creatures to serve him, but he needed … something more. Or perhaps, some one. He found it. Only the Dark Imperators knew what it was or what it could do, and they chose not to tell it … to anyone.

A mass of three million Trolls and Bugbears roared as they had gathered by a public stadium in the center of the City of Neseldin. The noise, their presence … at last upon the Severnia after life in the underground tunnels. This bold display, even in their well-protected walls, would surely alert Elves and Prophets of their return to greatness. Little would they know, however, that they had also Goro in its clutches, to serve and protect them. The High Lord stepped up upon the stage, donning his heavy black, spiked armor. Holding his great burning spear. Holding his black staff. Raising his spiked helm. He spoke with a godly voice, which broke over the massive and roaring crowds like a tidal wave: “NESELDIN RETURNS … TO TAKE BACK ITS GREATNESS!” The crowd roared again, with a much superior loudness to before. “WE COME FOR THE MIDDLE-REALMS, AND FOR THE WORLD! NO MAN SHALL STAND AGAINST US, NO CHILD OR HORSE HIDDEN, NO GREAT ARMY, THAT SHALL NOT BEND DOWN TO ITS KNEES AND WORSHIP US! WE ARE NESELDIN! WE ARE THE WORLD!”

As the crowd erupted violently, masses of armies of Ogre and Human marched over the large hill which divided their Twin Temples. A mass of Dragons came into the sky above. Hundreds of them. Swimming like fish, their flame engulfing the blue like clouds of fire. Kale Ziar raised up his spear and staff in a poise of greatness. This was his finest hour. Soon, he would be king of all. The greatest man to have ever lived. The most beautiful women would house his bed. The greatest craftsmen would build his grand halls. The most learned would rewrite history to his … artistic vision. All those who ever doubted him would FEEL his greatness. None could stand against such forces. Not Elves, not Humans, not Dwarves. His spies would keep them from allying together. His plots were in motion. Many lifetimes of planning and impatience … at last, his all so beautiful visions would come to light and reshape the world … and he would be its god.


(Kale Ziar, High Lord of the Dark Imperators which led the evil kingdom of Neseldin which again runs the Northeast Region of Mir’Tanya. We dons a black spiked armor, and his quite tall and broad-shouldered. He carries a spear of fire in one hand his black staff in the other. His voice is powerful and god-like. His skin is black, but is not seen through his armor.)

(Drake. A Northman. He wears a white wolves’ fur. His hair is long and golden, braided with a brown leather. He is very tall and broad-shouldered. His cheekbones are strong, like iron. His arms are thick, and powerful with ripping muscles. His chin is poorly shaved, uneven and with multiple razor scars. His teeth are yellow. His eyes, a deep-sea blue. At his side rests a very long sword, its sheath made of a black steel, carved like a serpent.)

The Inn of Durmon. It lay along a lake, deep within the Region of Lycoria.

Drake sat by the bar, his head lowered. The weight he carried … what he knew … it smothered his soul like a mountain. He stared into his kingly mug, at the red rum. In it he saw a red land … waiting … unknowing.

There entered then a band of strangers. One, a shaman named Hashin, sat down at a table in corner. His body ached with sores of various kinds. His sore back rested in the green cushioned chair. It felt … so good.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 08, 2005 - 02:21 pm

(Phantom; A farily slim, yet muscular and fit warrior. He wears an abundant black cloak adorned with ornate golden rune-like designs at the sleeves and rims of the hood, which is drawn over his face to conceal all but his mouth in shadow. The cloak conceals every other aspect of his form.)

It had been so long since he had seen that man and his little group. Hashin wouldn't recognize him now; he had changed far too much.

He was no longer the trained warrior he used to be. He was no longer dominated by honor and the code of his teachings, no longer limited by the restrictions of the laws of the Blade of Heaven and Hell. He was finally...


He was free in a way no other man could be.

He sat in a shadowed corner, as stealthily and as shady as he had always acted, merely observing them enter the inn. Of course, his sight still retained its former abilities; he did not observe as a man would, he observed as a soul would. His soul was his eyes now, and he could see the souls of others... and oh, how feeble they looked, limited to the realm of the living.

Posted By: Magus Feb 08, 2005 - 06:05 pm

The others filed in after the shaman. Yissam immediately behind him, Jacatour behind him and Shabel-Rae, with Thomas on his shoulder, taking up the rear. They all took seat at the table where the Shaman had sat down as well.

Yissam flagged down the bartender. He and his brother took ale, Shabel-Rae took a glass of claret and Thomas took some mulled wine.

Jacatour took odd comfort in this scene. It had been long, ever so long, since he had been able to rest like this. His Aliandra was dead. Nothing could change that. But he had Rowena by his side now, and he loved her.

He felt very much the same as Shabel-Rae did. Both had been chasing after vengeance. Jacatour reconciled with his demons wheras Shabel became them. But all were ready for a long rest, one that they had been denied for so long.

Posted By: Xyster Feb 09, 2005 - 04:43 am

Elenor slowly moved into the bar, holding Lancet's hand like an overprotective mother. She guided the quiet, innocent looking child to a table near the others and sat, glancing easily about her. She had regained her particularly emotionless expression, and her clothes were neat and trim...barely a smudge of dirt on them.

After a while Hex made her enterance, pushing a rather large and cumbersome beast away from the door so that she could close it. Her pet was very hard to seperate from her, even when she slept, bathed, and ate.

Slowly Hex made her way over to where Elenor sat, slumping in the chair exhaustedly...she hadn't had much strength ever since the shattering of the Jewel, it took a while to recover from something like that.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 09, 2005 - 09:16 am

A waitress approached. "What would you like?"

"Ah ... ckicken soup? A mug of water. For now."

Posted By: * raye * Feb 09, 2005 - 11:47 am

Rieze had traveled in a bit of a daze after her meet with the rift. she was aware of people speaking to her and in her direction but felt as though she was locked within her own mind, lost, alone. that face, it haunted her. as they had traveled, another face had surfaced in her mind, a klundor-but not. this one was still alive, but a threat lingered over him. the two faces were somehow connected... and somehow her string of destiny had been tied to theirs as well. she had to find this Klundor-ish man. with this thought, Rieze was released from her mental prison, the mist hindering her vision cleared.

"where will I go? what will I do? I am no longer needed here. . . the journey is over. . . i am once again alone." she mused to herself as she sunk into a chair by the others, finding herself between Yassim and Hashin, those she trusted the most among this band of adventurers.

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 12:33 pm

Yissam gave a rare sign of emotion, a warm smile, to Rieze. "You are in our company, milady. Hence you are not alone, and mustn't think so."

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 09, 2005 - 12:59 pm

"Here here," said Hashin, quietly. He drank from a mug of water, thoughtful. Amazing that he had surved the adventure. It was amazing that anyone had. Yet, the ending felt more bitter than sweet.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 09, 2005 - 01:16 pm

Phantom revealed a sinister grin. Yissam was here? The man the Half-Orc had quested for so long to rid himself of, had stooped this low?

He chuckled a bit, perhaps too loud, for the others no doubt would have overheard him. But it still would not matter, his voice had changed as well, emitting an echo that had no surface to echo off of.

The bartender came to him, and he ordered a standard drink. But when it arrived, he revealed a small flask-like object filled with a gray potion that seemed to glow with a light that did not cast shadow.

He poured it into his drink and downed it in one gulp, and he could feel the sensation caress his soul.

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 01:41 pm

"What's the matter Shaman? Cam't down anything stronger then water?" I flagged the bartender and motioned for another ale, this one for Hashin.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 09, 2005 - 02:28 pm

"Thanks," said Hashin. "I was thirsty. That's all." He was quiet, his head lowered somewhat. He had a shy and secretive manner about him now, like he did when he first joined the group.

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 02:39 pm

"So why quench with water when the ale be abundant?"

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 02:47 pm

::She sighed as she approached the place. Her shoulder length dark brown hair twisting in the wind. She picked up pace to run to the door, pushing it open and slipping in. She would move a slinder hand to fix the untamed hair. She wore a dark green dress that was rather low cut. She had a back corset over the torso part of the dress. Around her waist she wore a black velvet bag with different packacges of dried herbs. Around her neck she had on a olive green stone on brown twine. She whispered softly: I am here..

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 02:50 pm

"Lady necromancer?" Shabel-Rae asked as he approached Hex. "May I buy you a drink?"

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 02:56 pm

::She looked around the place a moment then walked up to the bar taking a seat on the stool. She laid one arm down on the table and the other hand was holding the jewel around her neck.::

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 03:00 pm

Thomas was exausted. He wanted to stay at his master's side, but he seemed to desire another's company at the moment. And the others seemed to have their taste in company as well. And here he was, getting lonely once more.

He saw the woman come in. SHe was a nice looking woman... lovely would be the better word he thought.

Thomas hopped off of his place at the table and slowly crept to the woman. He hopped first onto a spare chair at her table and then on the tabel itself.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 03:06 pm

::She looked to the hare and put a hand out to it smiling:: Hello there ::She spoke in a spft, sweet voice::

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 03:09 pm

Thomas smiled... at least managed as much of a smile as a hare like him could. He let his ears fall back along his head and cheerily clicked at the new woman.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 03:11 pm

She smiled and went to pet his head softly, her hand ligt againts his head going over the ears as well.

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 03:13 pm

Thomas practically purred as the woman slid her smooth and delicate fingures through his silky white fur. He savered the warmth of her touch. And he was lonely no more.
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Postby Magus » Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:46 pm

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 03:15 pm

She smiled and then slid her hand over the hare's back then whispered. 'Come on over here pet.'

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 03:23 pm

Thomas felt so light headed that he almost feinted. He felt adreniline flow through his blood as she ever so softly carressed his back.

He indeed came over to her. His body twitched nervously. Humans usually dismissed him as a common rabbit... part of the scenery. Even those who knew his secret very often concentrated on other matters, it was simply his nature.

This woman couldn't possibly know he was a familar, but it was nice all the same to be recognized by a stranger/

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 03:27 pm

She smiled at him coming closer. She moved a hand to his side and scooted him closer and laid her head to watch his eyes. Her other hand still petting him.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 09, 2005 - 04:00 pm

"Water is more pure, that's all," replied Hashin.

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 04:14 pm

"And will water cleanse your insides? I can guarantee you that the right ale will •••••• well remake your insides!" Yissam said, downing his glass and motioning for another.

Posted By: SirJill Feb 09, 2005 - 04:20 pm

Rowena had retreated to a back corner to watch the others. She had not said much for the journey and now isolated herself by ajourning to the corner.

Her cloak was draped over a chair, her sword sitting on it, out of its sheath and gleamin in the light. Rowena's eyes were fixed upon it, almost reflecting the brightness. She slowly raised her eyes and cast them over the others, realizing with a sudden shock that she did not recognize one of the others.

Are we adding to the party? She wondered silently, watching the new arrival. But are we really a party? What else would you call it? A confederation?

She smiled to herself, almost enjoying the argument, finding it relaxing to some degree. Her shoulders loosened up and she rolled them back, thinking that perhaps a drink would be nice.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 09, 2005 - 04:22 pm

It was time for the "Prophet" to speak.

"Ale is nothing compared to what I can give you... have you ever felt the thirst of your own soul? I didn't think so... you fools are not near that level of transcendence."

He lifted up the mysterious gray flask.

"This at the least... will show you how much your soul has thirsted. It will make you aware of what you are missing, trapped in your cage of fleshly existence... imprisoned in this material world."

He stood up and approached the one named Yissam, only a demonic smile discernable amonst the shadow looming over his visage.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 04:22 pm

She looked around for a tender and then looked back to the hare. Her finger rubbed the spot between its ears softly.

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 04:27 pm

Thomas closed his eyes in ecctacy and began purring softly again, almost like a cat but still not quite. He was, after all, no cat.

Jacatour made his way to Rowena and gladly took a seat beside her. He offered her a mug of ale from his left hand.

"Care to take drink with me?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 04:29 pm

Yissam stared stolidly and objectively, first at the stranger, secondly at the drink he had offered.

"Hail, stranger. I do not believe that we are well met. And I would have known the name of he whom I toast with."

Posted By: SirJill Feb 09, 2005 - 04:29 pm

And who was this?

Rowena watched as a ghostly figure approched Yissam with a flask. He--if it could be called a he, looked vaguely familiar, or felt so at least. But she couldn't place him, after several moments of staring at him, she just couldn't place him and the fact that she was staring so avidly bothered her. So she dropped her gaze back to the table's surface, her thoughts returning to the drink she had considered.

A familiar voice startled her out of her thoughts and she looked up to see Jacatour holding a mug of what looked to be ale. She smiled at his question and nodded, moving her cloak and sword off the chair so he could sit as well. She took the mug from him and sipped it carefully, wondering how long it had been since she'd allowed herself a drink.
Oh yes. How could she forget.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 09, 2005 - 04:30 pm

His grin widened.

"...It's been along time since I've seen you all."

Of course, they wouldn't remember him... but they would recognize a part of him, and for the moment, be left in confusion.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 04:32 pm

She smiled at the hare and continued petting him. 'Do you have a owner pet?'

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 04:34 pm

Thomas clicked softly in his own language, which he knew, of course, that this woman could not understand. But he simultaniously nodded his head. This, at least, she could understand.

Yissam stared at the stranger. "I do not believe I have had this pleasure, stranger. I have been outside of such posts of civilization such as this for some time. Perhaps a name will suffice, instead of such riddles?"

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 04:36 pm

She nodded. "Where is your owner then, to let you go astray is not safe." Her fingers moving down a line on his back.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 09, 2005 - 04:37 pm

"A name is but a title... such a word is meaningless. It is a word, like hate... what matters is not the word, but the emotion the word implies. Where I come from, and where I have been, names mean nothing."

He put away his errie-glowing flask, and stood unmoving, as if like a statue.

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 04:38 pm

Thomas' spine tingled chillingly as she made his way down his spine. He was in a land of pure delight that he hardly noticed her question, let alone the scene unvailing next to them.

Posted By: SirJill Feb 09, 2005 - 04:38 pm

Rowena frowned, again watching Yissam and the man she didn't recognize. The ale swirled around her mouth and she nearly choked on it and slammed the mug down on the table, standing up.
"You." She muttered under her breath. "You were allied with the one called Rathsarann, were you not!" She called across the room.

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 04:39 pm

"Is that so?" Yissam asked. "So is that saying that you don't wish to unveil it? What have you to hide?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 04:41 pm

Jacatour stared at the face. Indeed, now that it was brought to mind a familiarity formed in his mind. Gods! Had it really been so long, had so much happened that he couldn't have recalled one of his own comrades... even one that seemed made to be forgotten, a perfect shadow on a moonless night? But he had. and here was that ghost... that Phantom, again.
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Postby Magus » Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:47 pm

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 04:42 pm

As she pet the hare, she zoned out of her surroundings and started to hum a sweet soft melody.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 09, 2005 - 04:43 pm

"Rathsarann? Ah yes, I remember him. But he and I had no affiliation...

"...No doubt you recognize a part of me, so I'll save you all the confusion, as much as I would enjoy torturing your minds."

He lifted his arms and removed his hood, in an almost dramatic movement, revealing neck-length, combed back platinum hair, skin that looked to be pale and tanned at the same time, and a night-black blindfold.

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 04:43 pm

The song filled Thomas' ears like a sweet perfume would have filled his nose. He listened deeply and knew, for the moment, nothing of the outside world.

Posted By: SirJill Feb 09, 2005 - 04:46 pm

Rowena was so tempted to reach for her sword, but she refrained. This man had said the words 'torturing your minds' and that intriged her. What would drive him to say something like that?

Instead she walked around the table and stood just behind Yissam, watching him with a very distrusting look on her face. "What do you want here, with us?" She demanded.

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 04:47 pm

Shabel-Rae was taken aback. He had never dreamed that this particular ghost from his past would return... ever. He had simply assumed he had dissapeared... gone away and, for his purposes, was the same as dead.

"Greetings Phantom. It's been a long time... a lifetime to be exact." A smile crept into his lips that bore nothing of Shabel-Grah. It was the sinister smile of one born with nothing of what a man like this lived for... seemed to base his existance on.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 09, 2005 - 04:50 pm

Phantom burst into laughter that seemed to only make sense to himself.

"A lifetime... yes, in every sense of the word..."

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 04:57 pm

He gave a wry grin. "More then you yourself realize..."

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 05:00 pm

She sighed softly looking to the men talking thne back to the hare and stopped petting it.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 09, 2005 - 05:00 pm

"Oh, more than you realize, I'm afraid..." Phantom mentioned, spproaching the Necromancer.

"You're a necromancer, correct? You must know of the realm of the dead, then. Using souls as your own tools... how can you hope to call that an art? I have seen that realm more than once... and they despise people like you more than the despise the living."

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 05:04 pm

"In one life I was indeed a necromancer... am still for tht matter. But you lack the understanding. I meddle not in the affair of souls, for that is a crime that none of my like can stand to bear. I weild power over life and death... over flash and bone... I take not souls from their eternal rest."

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 05:06 pm

Thomas opened his pleasurably closed eyes and looked longingly at the woman, wishing that she would continue. Seeing that she likely would not he gently climbed up her arm and rest on her shoulder and affectionately rubbing her face with the fur on his head and cheek... his own thanks, such as it was to give.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 09, 2005 - 05:07 pm

"To control life and death is to tear asunder the very barrier that links the two. You narrow-minded mages have never realized the damage you have done to them and their world... I have been chosen by them to repair that damage. I could let them all loose, right here, right now... I am their link to this world. And they would not hesitate in tearing your soul to pieces for your 'sins'..."

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 05:08 pm

She smiled and turned her head and gave the hare a soft kiss on the top of its head. She then would move the hare and hold it and pet it in her own arms. "Poor thing..."

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 05:11 pm

"My sins?" The mage scoffed. "What are you then? Why not name your sins? Or are spending so much time in the world of souls that you no longer live as men do?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 05:13 pm

Thomas purred softly and clicked contentedly. Only vaugely now did he comprehend what was beginning to unfold.

Posted By: SirJill Feb 09, 2005 - 05:17 pm

Rowena watched the converstion with rapidly mounting dismay. She fiddled with the dirk in her belt and then stepped forward so she was standing relativly close to this--Phantom. "Yissam was right--enough with these riddles and give us a straight answer. Why are you here?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 05:19 pm

"Indeed." Shabel said. "The time has come where you should tell us your purpose. Or, if you so prefer the company of devils then perhaps I should send you back to Hell."

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 05:31 pm

She held the small creature in her arms petting it. Every now and then she would glance up tot he two men and the other woman, not wanting to get involved in nay argument. She was a healer.. not a fighter.

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 05:34 pm

Thomas suddenly started up. He didn't know why, but his heart was pounding and his adrenaline was pumping with it. It must be Shabel! As his familier he had a limited telopathic bond with him. He could sense strong emotions... and Shabel-Rae was furious.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 05:38 pm

She looked to the hare and set him down on the table. "Are you okay?"
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Postby Magus » Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:47 pm

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 05:42 pm

Thomas at first didn't recognize the woman was speaking to him. But he turned and looked at her pleading. Not knowing if she would understand.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 09, 2005 - 06:04 pm

She nodded to the small creature then took off the bag that was around her waist. She opened the bag and pulled out a small bag of herbs. She slipped some of it into her mouth and swallowed. After doing so she put the herb back into the bag.

Posted By: Magus Feb 09, 2005 - 06:07 pm

Thomas leaned over and tried to sniff the bag. It was both sweet and bitter smelling. He recognized the scent of several wild herbs, but most were unknown to him.

He looked again pleadingly into this woman's eyes. He didn'y know what she was going to do. He wanted her help, but he didn't want her hurt on his account. He would never forgive himself for causing such a thing to happen to one who had shown him such kindness.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 09, 2005 - 07:46 pm

"I have committed no sin... the souls of the land of the dead regard me as their savior. I am no man, and I am not restricted to the laws you follow. I exist between the dead and the living."

He turned to the other, Rowena. "Why am I here? I'll put things bluntly... I need your souls. And once I obtain what I have came here for, I will tell you why."

In that very instant, they could all see his face change. It paled, and turned grayish. He tore off his cloak to reveal his old outfit, battle-knives in his holsters, a ninj-alike outfit adorning his muscular physique. An echoing chant originating from thousands of voices at once chimed in with Phantom as he began...

"Shirash eiyseh en kiasch tieya... Shirash eiyseh en kiasch tieya..."

The room instantly darkened, somehow, as if all the shadows in existence tried to grow, and screams and voices of those who could not be seen began to echo throughout the room as Phantom stretched out his arms and adopted a low stance.

"...Their world cannot be repaired, so I was chosen to give them a new one. This one seems ripe for the picking!"

Posted By: Xyster Feb 10, 2005 - 05:31 am

Hex had been staring vacantly at the table throughout the entire tirrade, not really listening, but hearing none the less.

At the sound of the strange voices, she reached for her pipes. Without her wand, she was limited from controlling souls, but her pipes could still soothe them.

She placed the delicate pipes on her lips and began playing a mournful, calming tune. As she played she could sense the presence within the flute grow stronger, drawing on her energy to reinforce its own.

The song carried on, its haunting melodies echoing off of empty air.

Posted By: SirJill Feb 10, 2005 - 11:50 am

Rowena took a more practical approch and jerked her dagger off her belt, hurling the object at Phantom's chest. She didn't quite remember his fighting style, or wether he would block it, but something told her the odds weren't good.

She turned and dashed back to the table, grabbing her sword, holding back as her eyes moved to Hex and her soulpipe. Perhaps there was little she could do--this was not her kind of fight. There was little she could do until the it became physical. Normally, she realized, her sword would be at Phantom's neck, but it was Hex's song which made her pause. No, this was not her fight.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 10, 2005 - 11:55 am

Hashin was a shaman -- a "king of the dead, "god of the spirit world", "master of witches" -- and his powers were great enough to protect his friends from the powers of this strange Phantom fellow. He did not understand the man, but he did understand this magic. He opened up a screen of light over his friends, over most of the others in the room. This took his full might, and he wasn't able to speak.

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 12:07 pm

Jacatour unsheathed The Brothers. Rays of golden light shot from them to his immediate surroundings. They did little good for the others, but it was enough for him to fight by.

Yissam took his right hand and, with it, unsheathed Angoraath, the fell blade. He almost had to stop himself from laughing, so high were his spirits. He was a true warrior, trained in the art his entire life. He did not lament much from the loss of a single sens, especially one so deseptive as sight.

Shabel-Rae cracked his own smile. He had the powers of both Shabel-Grah and Sabal-Gah. He had the powers of both necromancy and illusion. With little more then an absent thought illusionary torches willed themselves into existance and their flames cast an eerie glow over the scene. What had he to fear from the dark? Those who feared the dark had yet to see what the light could truly do.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 10, 2005 - 01:16 pm

Voices from everywhere at once began speaking, voices that only Phantom's soul could hear, as the song reverberated throughout the room.

"This... this is our pain..." they moaned, the very magic that Phantom had been sent here to stop.

It weakened them noticably, but they still invisibly flew aout the room, for Phantom would not let them return to their home just yet. Plus, the new force that had appeared seemed to ward them away. So they scrambled in a sort of fear, guided only by their pain and the command of their savior.

As the dagger whirled across the room, it suddenly halted in front of Phantom's face. A flicker of a humanoid image appeared in a crucifixion-like pose in front of Phantom for but an instant, and it then disappeared, and the dagger fell to the gorund with a muted thuck.

Phantom spoke aloud, "Necromancy, the art of death, whichever you prefer to call it... none of it is able to bring a complete soul into this world. Reainimated corpses, yes. However, you have not a clue the power these souls hold..."

In an instant, he whirled across the room, towards Hex, and in an instant he was at her throat with his battle knives like a giant pair of scissors. Along with his movement, all of the voices compressed and curled around Phantom himself, the spirits knowing full well his target regardless of how much pain the song so close by gave them.

And because of that pain, their screams and chants became ten times louder.

Posted By: * raye * Feb 10, 2005 - 01:26 pm

As weapons were unsheathed and pointed here and there, all traces of Rieze's confining mental barriers dissappeared. she stood forcefully, almost upending the little table and spoke loudly and forcefully, her eyes sparking a violent violet, her veins rushing with power as she became taller and more majestic, more imposing. she felt as though she had been forgotten and this served as an apt reminder of her existence.

"stop this madness all of you! what is going on here? has everyone lost their minds? let us just once attempt to work out differences before jumping at the other's throat! if that method does not work, then by all means, hack each other to pieces!" she turned to the newcomer they appeared to be angry with.

"you, sir, I have no idea who you are nor why you inspire such actions among my friends but if your prescence evokes suck a welcome do you not think it wise to leave our party in peace and plague some other poor soul with your presence!"

something in Rieze had changed. . . it was an intangible thing, no one could say for certain, even she did not know.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 10, 2005 - 01:28 pm

Hashin cringed in agony, covering his ears. The light rays began to break about him. Many escaped from the building. Some lay upon the floor, dead or unconscious. He was glad to see that his own party was all right. This Phantom ... what was he? Why was he doing this? Why?

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 01:30 pm

Shabel-Grah nodded. "Yes. PLease do as she says before we must send you to those whom you claim to take orders from."

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 10, 2005 - 01:32 pm

"Plague some other poor soul? I am working to cure their plague... It is something you wouldn't understand."

But he wasn't able to hold his weapons at her throat for long, for the souls' pain grew too great, and they forced their way back into his body, regardless of whether or not his 'link' was open.

The force of the recombination threw him back, and it seemed all of the darkness in the room was sucked into his body, leaving it back as it once was. The air, however, still felt unbelievably heavy, that air of a place that was once haunted.

The screams abruptly stopped, and the chants ceased to echo.

After all, he was their gateway. But such actions like this one would tear his soul into pieces. It was the very reason he needed other souls, souls of those not fit to exist to serve as their passage into their new home.

Phantom was left kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath as his soul struggled to maintain a non-static state.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 10, 2005 - 01:39 pm

Hashin went to his knees, breathing heavily also. No one had died! Despite that good news, the danger was still alive and well. The shaman stood, stepping over to Phantom, carefully. "Why?" he gasped. "Why ... are you doing this?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 10, 2005 - 01:42 pm

Drake came to his feet. He knew not who these strangers were, or what that was about. But, he knew who was responsoble. He did not wish to meddle, as he thought it wiser to stay out of it. He sat back down, trying to tame his curiosity and mind his own business.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 10, 2005 - 01:45 pm

"The spirits of those who have led honest lives... and the spirits of those who have died by the hands of murderous men are no different than the spirits of evil. They all end up in the same place... and that place is always affected by the magic of Necromancy. It brings them pain..."

He turned to Hex, still regaining his breath, "You... your song, you believe it soothes them, but you cannot hear their screams unless they are in this realm. You cannot feel their pain..."

Soon, he was back in his feet, although slumped over in exhaustion. "Having already died and suffering the torture of being removed from the living realm is already enough pain for them... why must you make them suffer?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 02:04 pm

"You claim that I play with souls... use them as my tool. And yet what are you? How are you any different then what you claim to be fighting against? Explain this to me! You would have our souls as YOUR tools!"

Shabel-Rae had an idea of what could stop Phantom, if he did not stop on his own. If his art caused them pain, then why abstain from it?

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 10, 2005 - 02:14 pm

"I am different because I do not control them... I am their tool. And I will gladly serve them, no matter their request..."

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 03:04 pm

As a commander of Orcs Yissam would have asked no more then such a statement from one of his soldiers. He could respect such a claim. But he could not obide one such as he to play the part of a foe... magic weilder most of all.

But it was Jacatour who spoke next. "And to what purpose of yer own do ye serve? I have seen ye before... others like ye as well. All of ye has 'is price. What be yers?"

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 10, 2005 - 03:10 pm

She looked to the hare then to the men around her. She sighed softly thinking things to herself.
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Postby Magus » Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:48 pm

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 03:13 pm

Thomas whined a little. He felt so helpless. He was just a small hare viewing the battles of the mighty. He felt so alone... so helpless.

Why couldn't he fight? Why couldn't he battle like his friends and comrades... and master?

Was this his fate? Was he to only play witness to their feets? Was his fate to live through all and bear it's knowledge?

Why was he cursed so?

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 10, 2005 - 03:17 pm

She looked to the hare then to the men. "Is one of those men your owner?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 03:19 pm

Thomas hesitaed, so enraptured in his affairs as he was. But he slowly nodded and then slung his head down.

He would never fight like they, or even get the opportunity to. He would never even get the chance to try and help those he loved and cared for most. And this realization opened a gaping whole in his heart.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 10, 2005 - 03:22 pm

"Is there anything i can do for you?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 03:24 pm

Thomas looked up to her. He didn't make a sound; he didn't need to. His eyes told the story. Nothing could be done to solve his problem. And here was yet another more able then himself.

His head slacked down and he stared absently at a spot on the floor.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 10, 2005 - 04:21 pm

"I wish I could do something about all the fighting."

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 04:23 pm

As do I. Thought Thomas. He wanted to do something... maybe not end it on his own... but at least be given a chance to show his metal...

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 10, 2005 - 04:26 pm

She sighed and had heard his inner voice. "Which one is your master?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 04:27 pm

Thomas didn't move at first. But then, at last, motioned to Shabel-Rae with his head, which he once more put back down.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 10, 2005 - 04:29 pm

She pointed to the one he nodded too. "If i spoke to him, think he will stop?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 04:32 pm

Thomas looked at her. Her eyes spoke with sincerity. But he knew what Shabel would say... the old Shabel-Grah might have. But this new Shabel-Rae... he had the stubborness of Sabal-Gah, Thomas knew that. He wouldn't stop.

Sullenly he shook his head. Shabel-Rae would listen to reason... but Thomas doubted if he would back down.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 10, 2005 - 04:39 pm

She sat still then and nodded slowly. She didnt want to just sit there.

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 04:40 pm

And neither did Thomas. But Thomas knew he had little choice in the matter. The very thought of it made his small body quake in anger and frustration.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 10, 2005 - 04:43 pm

She moved a hand out to the hare again and began to pet him. "It will be alright."

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 04:44 pm

Thomas took what comfort he could from her words... which was little. He tried to enjoy her gentle touch the way that he had before but his mind was no longer at ease. He wanted more then anything to be able to help. But he could not.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 10, 2005 - 04:48 pm

She reached into the herb bag and grought out a small dried herb and tapped the table. "Here, eat this. Youll feel better."

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 04:52 pm

Thomas looked at the herb, and then at the woman. He gingerly stepped up to it and sniffed it. He pulled back from the bitter aroma at once. He turned his head questioningly towards the woman, wanting to know if she really meant for him to eat such a thing.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 10, 2005 - 04:57 pm

"Its not going to hurt you. Just relax you. Dont worry."

Posted By: Magus Feb 10, 2005 - 05:02 pm

He looked at her once more, as if to ask if she was sure. But he sniffed it only once more before he started to chew on it. He was surprised to find it had a rather sweet taste to it... arather smooth texture... a rather soothing smell...

Thomas felt a little woozy... very sleepy. His jaw began to slacken and found that he couldn't chew so well anymore... and the remaining herb fell out of his mouth half chewed.

His eyes glossed over and his pupils dialated. He began to sway slightly back and forth, back and forth, back and forth; until, at last, he fell foreward.

He had a dopey grin on his face. His ears covered his eyes and he tried to blow them with his breath and found himself unable to. And he began a loud series of clicking laughter because of it.

Posted By: Xyster Feb 11, 2005 - 04:44 am

Hex lowered her soul pipe, the beautifully carved bone glistening in the pale light. She looked directly at Phantom, her eyes narrowed slightly, "Do you think that you are the only one that knows pain? I have suffered the same that they suffer, and so has my love. I carry part of his soul with me, and he does not scream out in pain."

Elenor was sitting slightly to the side, her paw concealed under the table. Somehow she didn't think that this Phantom would like her having a creature made of captured souls in her. Right now was not a good time to draw attention to herself, not until she had assessed the situation more.
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Postby Magus » Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:49 pm

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 11, 2005 - 07:38 am

Hashin waited to see what Phantom would do next.

Posted By: SirJill Feb 11, 2005 - 08:26 am

Rowena snorted in disgust and flounced back to the table and Jacatour. Necromancers. She flung herself down in the seat and crossed her arms, watching the scene through slitted eyes.

This business with souls was complicated. Politics had never been Rowena's strong suit: she knew what she wanted and knew what her place was. Let those more learned than her concern themsevlves with that impractical debate.

Posted By: Xyster Feb 11, 2005 - 09:17 am

Lancet shivered as she looked at Phantom, drawing nearer to Elenor. She did not like this man, not one bit. His powers scared her, as did his aura. She could still sense the souls lingering in the air, like a bad aftertaste. Truly he was powerful and horrifying.

Posted By: * raye * Feb 11, 2005 - 12:09 pm

Rieze had not felt threatened in the least when the odd man had threatened her with his blade. What a fool! perhaps he thought her no different than the others, humans. She could have shifted shapes before his blade pierced her flesh, no matter the distance. she felt a smile creep across her face as she smirked at this new man, this "phantom".

Rieze saw how his power had tired him and assessed his weakness. his power was his weakness. . . how odd. she was about to think of a biting remark when she noticed her loyal friend, Hashin. he looked tired, worn, as if his strength had been sucked from his soul. she left Phantom for the others and slowly approached her friend.

"You look as though you've been to Hell and back. what ails you, Hashin?" she asked quietly, as concerned for her friend as she was, Rieze still kept one eye fixed on Phantom and a hand on the handle of her sai.

Posted By: * raye * Feb 11, 2005 - 12:25 pm

{This is Niran Khlara'sava. She's half demon(maternal) half shapeshifter(paternal). she's an outcast of society, therefore having to fend for herself. she's 5'4" with long, straight jet black hair that reaches her waist. her eyes are of an undiscernable color. she's wearing a black sleeveless top that resembles a corset, a thick silver belt in which she sheaths her twin blades. each blade is the same length as the distance from the tip of her middle finger to her elbow. they are of beaten diamonds melded with pure silver. she wears black pants and black boots that reach and lace up to her knees. the boots have 2inch heels which dont hinder her in any way)

The door blew open suddenly and a black figure strode in, slamming it heavily behind them. the figure threw back its hood and revealed a female most stunning. her eyes sparkled an eerie sort of irridecence, constantly changing colors.

"Ariezerae! I thought you dead!" she said looking at Rieze in surprise. rieze glared back at her.

"and I you, Khlara'sava."

"How unfortunate for both of us." the new girl fired back, her eyes laughing magenta. "and these are. . . your friends?" she asked questioningly as she glanced from one person to the next, judgement mixing with the laughter in her eyne.

Posted By: Magus Feb 11, 2005 - 12:28 pm

Yissam held Angoraath aloft still and now moved the blade, curving it around the back of his neck. The one who moved first was most often unwise to do so. He would wait.

Jacatour kept the brothers poised at either side of him. They were itching for battle, nearly screaming for it. But he knew that rashness was unwise. He would hold still, for the time being. But he had not the patience of Yissam, and would not suffer debating for long.

Shabel-Rae waited for a response from this "Savior" of the souls. Such a man like this was dangerous beyond all comprehention. He would try to barter out of the battle. But he would not coddle such a thing until it regained its full powers. He would strike with shadow and flame, earth and wind, anything he could to end this man if he did not speak up shortly.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 11, 2005 - 01:14 pm

Elizabeth stood slowly watching the men. Her hands went to scoop the relaxed hare into her arms and she cradled him. She turned and moved to be outside of this place. She walked out some ways then went to be under a tree and sat down holding him and petted him slowly.

Posted By: Magus Feb 11, 2005 - 01:16 pm

Thomas hiccuped drunkenly and swayed lacadaisically in the woman's arms. His worries and troubles seemed to have gone to the wind and Thomas was riding on top of it.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 11, 2005 - 01:23 pm

She sat back against the tree holding the hair in her arms, hummng a soft tune. Her hand going over the hairs back slowly.

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Posted By: Magus Feb 11, 2005 - 01:25 pm

Thomas closed his eyes and continued to sway contentedly in the woman's arms. He absorbed the song and thought of nothing else. Each moment came as it came and nothing else mattered other then the current note and the one that replaced it.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 11, 2005 - 01:33 pm

She sighed softly and looked down at the hare. "Im sorry, I gave you the wrong herb. You were supposed to get like this."

Posted By: Magus Feb 11, 2005 - 01:35 pm

Thomas laughed as he rocked. His ears fell over his eyes and he tried blowing them away. finding that his breath was not strog enough he shook his head violently and ended up with them back over his eyes.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 11, 2005 - 01:41 pm

She giggled watching him. "I wish you were more.. Human?" She thought a moment and nodded. "If I had my book, I could do something about that, but I dont, so I cant."

Posted By: Magus Feb 11, 2005 - 01:47 pm

Finally with a swift flip of his head Thomas managed his ears to clear his head and they fell behind him like a woman's long hair. And clicked his tongue playfully, not forming any words at all but merely sounds, and continued to do so musingly to himself.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 11, 2005 - 01:49 pm

She smiled and scratched under his chin. "You dont understand me, do you?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 11, 2005 - 01:51 pm

Thomas looked at her with glossy eyes. He eagery nodded his head. But it turned out to be too quickly and cause him to summersault. He plucked up his head and clicked his drunken laughter.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 11, 2005 - 01:55 pm

She shook her head and sighed. "Poor little animal."

Posted By: Magus Feb 11, 2005 - 01:58 pm

Thomas responded with a single overunnunciated click before falling over again in a fit of clicking laughter.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 11, 2005 - 02:07 pm

She closed her eyes and sighed. The song she was humming began to form words spilling out her mouth into a lovely song.
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Postby Magus » Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:49 pm

Posted By: Magus Feb 11, 2005 - 02:08 pm

Thomas laughed a few seconds more until he registered the song had begun again. He silenced himself and awayed slowly back and forth, in the tempo of the song.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 11, 2005 - 02:17 pm

The song she sang just kept going. It was a great tale of a turtle who was racing a hare and how the end the slowler one won and then tumbled into another fable and so forth.

Posted By: SirJill Feb 12, 2005 - 07:24 am

Rowena stared down into her ale, keeping an eye on the new arrival. She seemed--show offy, which did not suit Rowena at all. She tapped her fingers on the table, her eyes moving to Jacatour, his blades out. He looked angry, and slightly confused if she'd read his expression right. But that was no matter, that Phantom man was confusing and she blamed no one.

She took a swig on her ale and blinked as the world swam before her eyes just a moment and then it was gone. What was that? She wondered idly and stared down into her drink. "You wouldn't be responsible for that would you?" she asked the mug.

It, of course, gave no response and she slammed it against the table, splashing the ale onto the floor. "Give me an answer," She growled. "You've been 'nchanted, but by whom?" Her eyes traveled up to Phantom and then to the new arrival. "Twas one of them, twasn't it?" She nodded to herself and slowly drew another knife from her belt.

Posted By: Magus Feb 12, 2005 - 07:42 am

Jacatour glanced at Rowena and then back to Phantom. It wouldn't be wise to give up his position. But it would be worse having Rowena aroudn in her state. Anything could happen when Ale was involved.

"Rowena," He started quickly, not wanting to drag this out any longer then it had to. "it's best if ye adjourn to a room and rest yeself... now."

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 12, 2005 - 10:12 am

He could hear their questions, but was unable to answer. If Phantom still had his eyes, they would have been able to observe their color shift to a dialated gray.

As a being of both worlds, he shared the pains of both worlds. And as those souls returned into his, their gateway, they brought with them their pain and in turn, threw Phantom into the world of the dead.

His was just a soul at the moment, able to move freely, but unable to return to his body.

But soon, his strength returned, and he resumed status in the material world. No doubt his sudden spasm from the 'reincarnation' would have startled them, as Phantom looked as if he had been punched in the jaw just then.

He let out a light scream, and then returned, oddly, to his silent, calm and collected self.

"...Why do I serve them, you ask?" he began, although a bit late on the answer.

"My soul is different from others'. I do not have another world to live in once I die; I exist within both. By serving them I have been promised solace in the world of the dead once I die. And once my mission is accomplished, they will inhabit this world and their world will be mine..."

He turned to the other, "I have been enchanted by no one. When the art of the Blade of Heaven and Hell was created, it was made by a man who was born able to manipulate his soul and enter the world of the dead. The souls of that realm taught him an art, which he passed on to generations. Up until now, no one has been born with that same ability... it is the very reason why that art was outlawed. Those who knew of it found out that the souls of the dead had been plotting their explosion into this world for hundreds of years by making that art..."

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 12, 2005 - 11:12 am

"I feel ... tired, that's all," sighed Hashin to Rieze. He was flattered by her interest. "I am a shaman, but I am also a solitary woodsman, and all this adventure and magic and mayhem ... it just isn't for me. I dream of home. Of a warm fire, the wind blowing the trees gracefully, the sounds of birds and squirrels ... and nothing more. That's my paradise."

Posted By: Magus Feb 12, 2005 - 12:17 pm

Shabel-Rae glared at the "man" known as Phantom. "So you would sell out all of the living for a place among the dead? Some bargain indeed!"

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 12, 2005 - 12:41 pm

"For someone who is able to manipulate one realm from his place in the other, I'd say it's a gift beyond any wish of mankind..."

Posted By: Magus Feb 12, 2005 - 12:43 pm

Yissam actually did scoff this time. "That only proves to show your limited mind. You think yourself a God but, in truth, you're nothing more then the pawn of those whom you seek to save!"

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 12, 2005 - 12:45 pm

"Perhaps. But it is my path to walk, and if you feel like disputing it, maybe you would like to be my first target?" Phantom reaplied with a demonic grin.

Posted By: Magus Feb 12, 2005 - 12:49 pm

Yissam grinned. "You think that you can kill me so easily? I'm willing to see what skills you possess. But I warn you, I'm good at my profession. And what I have done all my life is kill whelps such as youself. So attack me then..." He said pulling Angoraath from behind his head to out diagnally across his chest. "...if you dare to."

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 12, 2005 - 12:53 pm

Phantom flipped out his battle knives, and whirled them both in intricate patterns in his fingers, settling them in a low snake-like stance, with the knives mimicing the viper's fangs.
"I will if I have your guarantee that you're 'friends' won't join in. If they do, I will be forced to release those souls again, and this time I may not be able to restrain them."

Posted By: Magus Feb 12, 2005 - 12:55 pm

"This is a duel of honor, sir. I would not suffer such help. Now attack if you are able and strike if you are no coward!"

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 12, 2005 - 12:59 pm

"Pray that your eyesight serves you well... because they may be the only parts of your body able to match my movements."

At that, Phantom dashed toward the Orc warrior, and at the last minute, whirled around his body as if he no longer needed the restrictions of his joints, and aimed a snake-like lash of his knives at the warrior's back.

Posted By: Magus Feb 12, 2005 - 01:02 pm

Yissam slammed Angoraath's blade into the floor of the tavern. He grabbed the handle and used it to flip himself around the blade and aim a powerful double-legged kick at Phantom.

"At least I have not become blind to the truth such as yourself! At least I can see what will come of my actions!"

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 12, 2005 - 01:05 pm

"As can I, and it serves to no benefit but myself..."

Being able to see souls, removed form the weakness of eyesight, Phantom could see Yissam's soul act out his thoughts before his body matched them, and in turn, was already behind him when he unleashed his kick.

He aimed one of his knived at the left side of his back, able to pierce into his heart with a slight flick of his wrist.

Posted By: Magus Feb 12, 2005 - 01:11 pm

Yissam's senses caught a flick of motion, caught the tint of the light. For all of the deceptions of sight it had it's uses.

He firmed his grip on the handle of his sword. He stopped and for a moment stayed that way, held aloft in the air by nothing but the strength in his hand.

He shifted his wait and jarred Angoraath, pulling him from the floor and bringing the blade up from beneath Phantom and the splinters and lengths of wood showered the man.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 12, 2005 - 01:13 pm

He sidestepped the sword, but wooden splinter pierces his arms and face. However, he was beyond such miniscule distractions, and it did not slow him in the least, as he quickly rolled forward and sprung his entire bodt into a kick aimed at Yissam's gut, using speed and momentum to make up for the power his own body lacked.

Posted By: Magus Feb 12, 2005 - 01:18 pm

Yissam pulled Angoraath back instinctively when Phantom avoided the blow. Instead of hitting him he hit Angoraath, but the force, that Yissam didn't expect from such a small man, pushed Yissam back. He knocked over a table and several chairs, but managed to right himself once more.

He brought Angoraath forth and let fly a mighty swing. The wind itself became as a forceful blade, slicing though whatever came in front of it. He let fly five mighty swings. And then charged himself

Only one was blast was aimed at Phantom directly. The other four raced on the four sides surrounding him. Yissam doubted that the man was swift enough to evade all of them and, even then, he would have to battle the Orc himself.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 12, 2005 - 01:25 pm

Landing, he could see the faint distortion of the surrounding energies created by the man's swings. Although Phantom admired the man's strength, he pitied him for unleashing such predictable attacks.

With several snake-like movements, he arced his body around the attacks, quickly shifting his body to different positions in the room as he advanced, narrowly avoiding the blades of wind as he advanced on the charging Orc. As he passed the attacks, his hair and clothing ruffled in the wind created by his blows, and Phantom smiled, for he knew that the speed of wind was nothing compared to what Phantom could do.

As the orc charged, Phantom sprung into a leap, high into the room, and he deflected himself off of a rafter like a ricocheting bullet, landing on the Orc's shoulders and settling his knives at his neck like scissors.
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Postby Magus » Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:51 pm

Posted By: Magus Feb 12, 2005 - 01:36 pm

Yissam grinned. "Clever trick."

The Orc General thrust both of his shoulders up and sent Phantom off of him. He felt the blades dig into both sides of his neck, felt them cut deeply. Blood slowly flowed from the wound. Orc blood was thicker then Human's, but he knew that this duel would have to end quickly. He couldn't compete with this kind of speed.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 12, 2005 - 01:40 pm

Phantom grinned. Once he wore the man down, he would finally be able to complete part of his task.

With intricate archaic movements of his arms, he shadowed his body in darkness. Using his gift, he let the very atmosphere of the world of the dead bleed from his soul, encashing him in a sheath of shadow, as if he blotted out existence itself. He was unseen, and normally he would not be able to see either. But then again, he didn't rely on his eyesight.

He loomed into the shadows to blend with them, preparing to attack from any direction at any moment.

Posted By: * raye * Feb 12, 2005 - 01:41 pm

Rieze smiled wanly at her friend the shaman before a mumbled response as she stood slowly, eyeing the newcomer.

"We all dream of a home, a place to belong. excuse me for a moment." she approached the girl with the changing eyes.

"Niran is dead, who are you?" she said, her hands on her sais. the girl she faced smiled teasingly and her face clouded over.

"Niran . . . yes. . . that was my name. You, Ariezerae would know of my death. you killed me, after all." she paused, lowering her tone as she drew closer to Rieze. "I mean no trouble. I am changed. you will see. I seek truth now, veritas. My mother's blood no longer has dominion over my actions. I am my own person now."

"and yet the demon blood still taints your veins." Rieze retorted coldly, but her eyes had softened and her grip on her swords relaxed. she eyed Phantom warily. "what do you know of him?" she asked Niran.

"nothing. only that he seems to be of an odd humor." Niran walked over to the table where Rieze had been sitting with her companions. She smiled to Hashin saying, "greetings. A shaman, yes?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 12, 2005 - 01:45 pm

Despite hgis better judgement Yissam laughed. "You think that the loss of a sole sense will affect me so much, especially one so deceptive as sight? You are sorely mistaken!"

Yissam raised Angoraath to his usual position, blade wrapped around his head. He slowed his breathing and once more exerted control over his body. He calmed himself and steadied his mind.

The attack could come from anywhere. He would be ready. His eyes were closed, no need for them now. He controlled every aspect of himself, virtually willing his senses to be sharper, his mind keener and his body stronger.

He would be ready. No matter how the attack came he would be ready.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 12, 2005 - 01:56 pm

Phantom began to move in for the strike, but something caught his eye. Something so shocking that he was torn from his concentration, and the shadow cloaking his body disappeared, his form reappearing across the room.

What he saw, was a bird... a bird black like the night, more dark than black itself. It soared into the tavern through a window, slow as if time itself had slowed, and perched on the counter, staring at Phantom as he reappeared.

A black raven.

"...Gharab! Damnit!" Phantom yelled, and with an almost unseen movement, he dashed out of the tavern. He could not afford that man to find him right now...

Posted By: Magus Feb 12, 2005 - 02:03 pm

Yissam opened his eyes and saw the man flee out of the bar. He knew that it wasn't cowardice... but not quite seperated from it. His mind began to race.

Why would he flee? He had the upper hand in the duel?

But his stoney exterior failed to betray his thoughts. He merely resheathed Angoraath. He straitened the table and chairs and took a seat in one, hailing for another ale.

He felt his blood begin to boil over and his pulse quicken. Sure, he hadn't lost, but neither had he won. And, had this duel played out, he would have undoubtedly lost. THAT truth was what plagued him.

Posted By: * raye * Feb 13, 2005 - 10:05 am

Rieze had found a new truth within herself. she finally knew who she was. and this part of her wanted to help those who had stood by her as loyal friends so in the blink of an eye she shifted into the form sho so loved, that of the osprey. as an osprey she flew over to the raven perched on the sill and dipped her head in a neutral greeting. she clicked in a friendly tone and spoke to the raven that had seemed to herald the exit of the Phantom.

"greetings friend. have we not met before?" something about the bird was eerily familiar. she had seen him once before, when she and Rathsarann had watched the brother's duel so very long ago. . . he'd had a wizard then, perhaps that was what chased Phantom away.

Niran looked at the orc who had been fighting curiously. he seemed disturbed. she did not wait for an answer to her question from Rieze's friend, instead she floated cautiously over beside the orc, slyly relieveing the barmaid of the ale he had beckoned for. she slid it over to him as she sat down.

"you fought well. In all my travels I have seen maybe one or two warriors of your skill. I am Niran." she said, sticking out her hand in a friendly fashion. she was truly a reformed being after her brush with death courtesy of Rieze. she pushed the memories of her past actions from her head and concentrated on the present. she longed to be accepted for who she was. she searched for a friend.

Posted By: Magus Feb 13, 2005 - 10:41 am

Yissam looked up at the woman. He turned to her hand and seemed to mull the appendige over. He didn't reach out to shake it.

"Greetings, lady Niran."

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 13, 2005 - 02:23 pm

"I figured he would have been here..." Gharab cawed to himself.

"Nevertheless, I'm glad to see you all again. My master should be here shortly..." Gharab cawed in a language only familiars and others who knew the manner of speaking could understand.

"Be wary, Phantom and my master are not the only ones prowling about this town..."

Posted By: SirJill Feb 14, 2005 - 05:24 am

Rowena glared sullenly at Jacatour and then hurled her mug across the room where Phantom had been standing. She looked over and squeaked in surprise. "He's gone!" She slurred, standing up and staggering over.

She waved her hands in the air where he had been and looked around, "Wwhere'd the go?"

Posted By: Xyster Feb 14, 2005 - 05:45 am

Hex carefully tucked away her soulpipe, watching the battle. She feared for her party member, but did not dare to interfere.

Posted By: Magus Feb 14, 2005 - 12:40 pm

"He left. 'Tis no need to anger still." Jacatour consoled.

Shabel-Rae moved to Hex. In his hand he held a bottle of Claret, in another he held out a glass to her. "Would you care for a drink, lady Necromancer?"

Posted By: Xyster Feb 14, 2005 - 12:54 pm

Hex reached out a shaking hand. It was now apparent that she had been more afraid than she had let on.

She reached for the glass, taking it and sipping at it to soothe her worn nerves, "Thank you good sir."

Posted By: Magus Feb 14, 2005 - 12:56 pm

Shabel-Rae nodded lightly and took a seat beside her. "No need for that, milday necromancer. Any other would have done the same."

Posted By: Xyster Feb 14, 2005 - 01:06 pm

Hex nodded slightly, not really agreeing, but too tired to argue. She knew that most people would not treat her as kindly as Shabel-Rae did. She took another sip, feeling the liquid hit her stomach and give her strength.

Elenor brought her paw up into veiw again, "May I ask who that man was, as he seemed to know you?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 14, 2005 - 01:51 pm

Shabel-Rae looked at her, clearly troubled by the mention of the man. "He is no one... merely a phantom from a former life." But he knew that his voice betrayed the lightness he ment it to hold.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 14, 2005 - 01:57 pm

Hashin finished his drink, and stared into the empty mug. He looked about the room, thoughtfully. His eyes spotted a rather large scar on the arm of a rather large blonde fellow. The man caught his exposed arm, and pulled up the sleeve. Hashin was still for a time, but then stood and approached the man. A Northman, judgeing by his height and build. "Pardon me," Hashin spoke. "I see you have an acid wound on your arm. Must be painful."

"What business is it of yours?" returned the barbarian, his eyes appearing wild and paranoid, yet his manner polite and calm.

"I am ... a healer."

"Yeah? You can cure a Death Acid wound?"



"I am a shaman."

"Yeah, right." The barbarian looked deeper into the young man's eyes. "Yeah?" He thought about it. "How much?"

Hashin almost said "nothing," but buckled with logic. "Whatever you can afford."

"Thirty silvers. IF you are as you claim. Your eyes speak honesty. They also speak mystery. Tell me, what's one like you doing out here? I thought shamans stayed away from hussel and bussel."

"No, shamans vary, like everyone else. But yes, most prefer quiet and peace. Myself included. My business is my own."

The barbarian thought it over more carefully, it seemed. "On the other hand, forget it. Nah. I got enough problems."

"The wound will only get wr -- "

"ENOUGH!" The barbarian's voice broke over the room like thunder. He turned away, head lowering secretly. With a quiet voice he said, "Leave me alone, Friend. I appreciate your ... offer."

"As you wish."

Hashin left him.

"Wait." The large warrior turned round. "Name's Drake."

"Hashin." The shaman bowed.

The man held out his arm. "As good as place as any. We've all ready made a scene."

Hashin placed his hand to it. Nothing more.

"I feel warm," said Drake.

"And it'll get worse. I'll heal it under the skin. The visable wound will heal overnight." Hashin couldn't help but notice the large man's long black steel sheath, shaped like a serpent. It housed a very large sword. It made the man's attempt for discreteness rather folly.

Posted By: ForeverZero Feb 14, 2005 - 03:42 pm

Deep in the mountains above the town, a familiar face--or rather, lack of one, for he still wore his ivory mask--stood fixed upon a body that was near-death.

Phantom stood in front of him, staring up at his make-shift crucifix, half made for restraining the Heaven and Hell Sensei, and half made for the ceremony.

Phantom grinned, although his body was covered in geometrically perfect lines of red; cuts from the man's "Angel Hair", the metal string he was able to manipulate into a weapon.

It seemed that his efforts weren't enough.

"Phantom, you could have revived our art. You could have removed the outlaw on it and let it flourish..." Shadow spoke uneasily.

"I do not need others who practice this art. I can perform my task alone... and no one understands the magnitude of it but I."

Shadow lowered his masked face, then, giving up on his argument. At that, Phantom began his ritual.

"Shirash eiyseh en kiash tieya..." the chant began.

At first, the spirits were let loose from Phantom's soul. They curled around Shadow's crucifix, repeating the chant, until all sounds in existence were muted from the screaming and underworldly chants.

As the very atmosphere darkened around them, not merely a cast shadow nor an absence of light, but an absence of existence, the spirits tore their way into Shadow's soul. He screamed in pain as his soul burned, and finally the ritual climaxed with an explosion of ethereal light, the spirals of energy being eaten by the darkness.

Shadow's soul no longer existed-- this was true death. And all that remained was the link, the connection a man has to his soul even after death. A gateway was open at the cost of a man's existence, and the spirits of the dead poured forth until the link closed, dozens of them swirling around Phantom in the darkness he released, unleashing screams...

...Screams of joy.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 15, 2005 - 02:58 pm

She had fallen asleep outside with the stoned hare in her arms. Her knees yo her chest and her hair over her shoulders.

Posted By: Magus Feb 15, 2005 - 03:03 pm

Thomas had wiggled out of the woman's cradling arms as she slept. He climbed up her chest to her arms. From there he went up her head, where he passed out and began to dream pleasent dreams, all of his troubles forgotten for the moment.
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Postby Magus » Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:52 pm

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 15, 2005 - 03:11 pm

She was dreaming about a spell she had read long ago in a book. The spell was how to make familiars human. The spell went through her head perfectly and then she started mumbling it. Her eyes came open and she got the hare and put him infront of her and said the spell. "breh teews eno dna ssik llams eno htiw snamuh fo dlrow eht ot mih gnirb" She went into her pouch and found the sweet smelling herb and put it to the hare's nose.

Posted By: Magus Feb 15, 2005 - 04:22 pm

Thomas' awareness returned slightly. He looked up and sniffed at the herb. He loudly sneezed and fell off of the woman's head, where he fell back asleep.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 15, 2005 - 04:24 pm

She stared at the hare and then looked through the bag and got another one. She said it again and tried this herb.

Posted By: Magus Feb 15, 2005 - 04:27 pm

Thomas raised his head drowsily and sniffed the herb. He opened his mouth and took severl bites from the herb. He reached for another bite when he began gagging. He threw up the bites of partially digested herb and slumped foreward on the ground, awake and sober, but terribly exausted as well.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 15, 2005 - 04:32 pm

She stared and stood and started to walk off looking for an answer deep within herself. Looking around the trees slowly.

Posted By: Magus Feb 15, 2005 - 04:33 pm

Thomas curled himself into a tiny ball and fell fast asleep.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 15, 2005 - 04:49 pm

She stopped under a huge tree, its brances slightly hanging lower above her head. She sighed and looked around. 'I wonder what I did wrong.'

Posted By: Magus Feb 15, 2005 - 04:54 pm

Thomas slumbered soundly. He was dimly aware that the nice woman who had comforted him was gone. Even now he missed her dearly, but all he wanted to do now was sleep. He didn't think he had the strength at the moment for anything else.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 15, 2005 - 04:55 pm

She slid down slowly and sat there watching the ground infront of her. She sat there, zoning out, thinking about how her life used to be.

Posted By: Magus Feb 15, 2005 - 05:01 pm

Thousands of images danced before Thomas' mind. They were fragments of his life... a montage to his weakness.

He hadn't been able to help when Sabal-Gah had tortured and killed his master's wife... nothing when Shabel-Grah was framed for it... All the while they had chanced him down he couldn't offer anything more then moral support... and now recently he couldn't help the others when they needed it. What good was he doing for anybody.

Nothing, that's what. And he knew that he had to do something about it.

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 15, 2005 - 05:08 pm

She soon fell asleep again. Her knees to her chest, her head on her knees, her hands at her bare feet and her hair flowing over her legs with the wind playing with it.

Posted By: Magus Feb 15, 2005 - 05:11 pm

Thomas' mind cleared. Once again he was in a black void of dreams.

Out of this void he saw Shabel's face, the old one and the new. He saw Jacatour and his brother and all the others that he had journied with. But then he saw Elenor's face, and hers did not fade away like the others' did.

He knew that she was the key. She was a powerful abjuror! She had made Hex... had made Lancet... undoubtably made many more as well! Surely she could help him... surely she could make him able to fight like the others!

Posted By: CelticMoe Feb 15, 2005 - 05:24 pm

She stayed there like that for a while. Dreams flowing through her mind. One dream continuing over and over.

There was a man that stood there in a path. Couldnt tell what he looked like. The sun was behind him so he was dark. She could tell he was tall and was wearing a cloak of some sort and had long hair with two equally long braids.

Posted By: Magus Feb 15, 2005 - 05:38 pm

Thomas slept soundly therafter, for he knew what he would do, what was to be done.

Posted By: SirJill Feb 16, 2005 - 04:14 am

Rowena staggered back to the table and collapsed into a chair. She looked around and blinked, then lowered her chin to the table, in between her hands. Her whole body stilled and slowly her eyes lowered, cutting off her view of the world.

Blindly, a hand reached out in the darkness and found the ale mug, drawing it closer. She took a large swallow and set it back down on the table.

Posted By: Xyster Feb 16, 2005 - 04:50 am

Hex took another sip, closing her eyes and enjoying the warming sensation that it gave her in her stomach. She'd never really drank that much, but then again, she'd never really needed that warmth before. The thought of Phantom chilled her to the bone.

Elenor turned away from Shabel Rae, focussing her attention on Lancet. The girl look rather shaken, and Elenor couldn't blame her. She had never seen a power quite like that one's before.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 16, 2005 - 07:18 am

"That should about do it," sighed Hashin. He was tired. Deeply tired. "It'll ... heal overnight."

"My thanks," said Drake, staring at his arm. "The pain has gone." He handed Hashin a bag of silvers. "More than I had promised. You did a good thing for me."

Hashin sat tiredly down at the counter. He yawned. "My ... thanks." The shaman tied the coins clumsily to his belt. "So ... what brings one such as you down here?"

"I am in search of some one. You might just be able to help me there. One named ... Kerr."

The shaman's eyes sharpened. "The Orc Shaman of the Wood. I know where he lives, but it is unlikely that you -- "

"He should be on the move now. Northbound. He and his followers."

"How could you know this?"

Drake the barbarian wiped his nose with his sleeve. "I cannot say. It is most urgent. Could you explain to me his most recent whereabouts?"

"Hardly. My mind was ... rather busy at the time. But Kerr is not one to mettle with the comings and goings of mortals, nor is he one to speak to any."

"A secret regime is where he is headed; a parochial paradise. I know not its name or where it’s located. Mortals cannot enter it. I MUST reach him before ... "

"You speak of Kerr's Port, do you not? A magical and hidden realm of the Ancients where Kerr constructed his powers. The place is a myth. And Kerr left, as legend has it, for he had consumed all of its great powers. Why would he return?"

Drake lowered his head. "To escape."

"Escape what?"

"That which awaits us all. Trust me, Friend, you would rather not know until it is to pass. Enjoy the sweet nonchalance of ignorance, for the light is too devastating to bare. How long has it been sense you have seen him?"

"Yesterday. He will have gone beyond approach by now. Tell me, what would you want with a dead Orc?"

A shallow sadness came over Drake. "Shelter. Escape. Despite my muscle and long blade, Little Friend, I am but a coward. I cannot face that which awaits me. You may come along as well. I would not mind company. What say you?"

"How can I agree to a drastic resolve without first knowing the reason?"

Drake looked about him. The place was busy enough. Perhaps none would hear him. "I will tell you, Friend ... for you are a shaman, and perhaps better could you receive the truth's shattering blow than I. Perhaps."

Posted By: Magus Feb 16, 2005 - 12:48 pm

Jacatour moved back to Rowena. She was clearly intoxicated. He'd keep that in mind the next time the urge to hand her such drink came to mind. He would sit with her through the ordeal, he owed her that much at least.

Shabel-Rae sipped at his own claret as one knowing in the making and consuming of such drinks would sample a new blend. He stopped for a moment to savor the flavor. Finding it satisfactory he took another sip.

Whilst he enjoyed the wine his mind was elsewhere. He noted that Yissam was moodily stewing at his own table, doubtless over the ordeal with Phantom.

And while he might have caught some humor in an Orcish general pouting at one point in time, not so long ago, he did not now. He knew what it meant for their party if one who would claim their souls could best a warrior such as Yissam with such ease.

He noticed that Rieze had morphed into an osprays form and was attempting to converse with a stray crow. Only he knew that it could be none other then a familiar of some sort, having been a necromancer who had shared his company for so long with a familiar of his own had let him recognize as much. And this crow heralded, perhaps, something far worse if it had frightened away such a foe as Phantom.

At the thought of Thomas his heart gave a lurch. He hadn't seen his friend in some time and wondered to where he had awayed to. But worry did not set in long. The road had been arguous and tiring. Knowing Thomas' fervor for food and drink he supposed he had not wandered far off.

He saw Jacatour with Rowena and felt warmth in his heart. It was good to see his old friend have joy of himself in the company of others.

But of greatest interest was the stranger to whom Hashin was conversing with. He was from other lands and was likely of some metal as a sword arm. He couldn't help but wonder what they would hold palaver over and why he would carry such a mark of fear as he did.

He regretted, for the first time, being only human. Had he been an Orc his senses would likely be keen enough to pick up the conversation. But, alas, he was not and could not.

So he turned his attention back to Hex, one whom he could hear quite well. He couldn't bear to look to her eyes. He would live with the guilt of what he did for the rest of his life. He knew that he hadn't saved it, not truly. He had created something far more perverse then Elenor ever could have.

"How is the wine, milday?"

Posted By: SirJill Feb 16, 2005 - 02:15 pm

Rowena began to sway at the table with her eyes closed her chin still resting on her hands. It was almost as if she was listening to music in her mind. A clumsy smile crossed her lips and her eyes opened again; catlike. She sat back and streched, running a hand through her hair and shaking it back.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 16, 2005 - 03:27 pm

"I see," said Hashin.

Drake had told him everything.

"So, you understand why I do not tell this grim news to others," said Drake. "This ... darkness will stretch across the world. There will be no escaping it. Only the secret port."

"Powerful spirits of priests loyal to the Ancients guard it now, according to legend. Once Kerr left. Its remaining powers are bound to them."

"It is the best bet I have," said Drake.

"Why do you not stand and fight?"

"I have had enough of war. My own people -- my own FAMILY now serves this evil. I cannot -- I WILL NOT fight them."

"If they could be made to understand -- "

"They are blind by loyalty to the king. It is useless. By the time they realize the truth, it will be too late. My father has cursed them all."

"And you'll turn your back on them so easily?"

"They betrayed ME! I barely escaped in one piece!"

"I do not believe your father wished harm to come to you."

"But his king did, whom he sides with over his own son."

"But they are your people. How can you give up on them. Fight. You are a Northman."

"By blood. By spirit ... I desire freedom from all of this."

"You must follow your heart, of course. What do you really feel?"

Drake opened up to himself. "I ... I don't know. I desire to battle the deceit that damns by people. But I do not see how. I am but one man."

"Should you not try?"

"Yes. I should try. I must. I will." Drake looked to the shaman with melancholy thanks. "If I could find a way to expose the king's plot ... his secret union with ... them. You could help me."

Hashin sighed. "No. I am ... weary of war."

Drake grinned with the irony. "You would turn your back to the world?"

Hashin sighed. "My world is one which you never see, which you only feel in sleep. Life as you see it is little more than a dream to these eyes."

"Yet you are here, Shaman. In flesh. In will. In soul. Are you not a part of this world? Do you not drink from its water and eat from its life?" Drake's chin rose. His speech moved himself. His eyes were dreamy, yet certain. There was a calm about him now where there had not been before. "You a born from it, live by it ... so should not one die for it?"

Hashin could not argue. "You are right. Perhaps, I should do my part. But our paths may lie along different lines."

"However it has to be."

"People here -- everywhere -- must know."

"I ... know."

"Stand. Command the room. Tell them."

Drake looked over the room. Thoughtful.
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Postby Magus » Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:54 pm

Posted By: Magus Feb 16, 2005 - 06:33 pm

Shabel turned his head once more to Hashin and this stranger from Northern lands. He had only heard what was said in more raised voices. But he decided what was to be heard may be very dire indeed.

Posted By: SirJill Feb 17, 2005 - 04:42 am

Rowena took another swig of ale and then lay her head back down on the table, sideways, so that her ear was pressed against the wood. Slowly, her eyes closed again and her body relaxed, sleep claiming her.

Posted By: Xyster Feb 17, 2005 - 05:16 am

Hex's glass was held in lax fingers as she stared over at Hanshin and the warrior he spoke with. She had heard the raised voices, but her focus was more on the weapon. Vell had always carried similiar weapons. Her mind was still working on what they had said, but her eyes were focused on the blade.

Lancet turned to Elenor, who was peering at the shaman and warrior carefully. She had heard most of what they had said. Her sensitive ears picked up such conversations inherently.

The child reached up and tugged on Elenor's arm, drawing her attention, "He is right, a darkness is coming, a darkness like the world has not seen in millenia."

Posted By: Neurolanis2 Feb 17, 2005 - 10:59 am

Drake stood. His voice was loud and firm. There was a slight tremble in the voice. A slight stage fright, thought Hashin. But only at first. His accent was barely felt, yet slight as it was it felt of a strong origin. "May I have EVERYONE'S attention? You do not know me. You would not care to. But for those who would be interested, I am Drake Ferglund. Northman. My tribe are the Ziceans. Sherldasia of the Region of Goro is the kingdom which they serve. My father is their jarl. He led them them years ago to returning under the king's lordship, to battle against armies of Orc which threatens it.

"It was later, that it became clear that the king served in secret some other power. For, alongside several Orc tribes did our kingdom now fight. Human tribes and peoples were conquered, and those who oppose are quickly being hunted down and completely destroyed. The guiding principals and beliefs of the kingdom of Sherldasia have been betrayed. The senate ... has been expelled. Those who raised up to reveal the truth were public ally executed for treachery. Our king puts on a good show. He talks the talk, and plays the good people as fools. Many know that corruption dwindles, but out of fear and respect, they say little. I, much against my father's wishes, and a number of friends, set out to find the truth. Whatever it was.

"We found it. Disguised as clergymen, we found it. Finding it, caused our executions. I servived, rescued from my friends. What we learned: the Elvin and Human chancellors had gathered in a secret council. They spoke in bold whisper, all that ... all that I desired to know, but feared to hear. We later followed them into receiving an Orc general ... and this meeting further supported the truth. The TRUTH ... that the Dark Imperators of Neseldin have taken over the region of Mir’Tanya, and all ready much of Goro. Their dark empire is rebuilt ... and the world, blind and separated from a once powerful union ... are open ... and weak.

"They will strike hard and fast the northerly kingdoms of the Middle-Realms, and swipe through to the south. They will kill all opposes. Their armies are giant, like in ancient times ... and there is a secret weapon ... of which I know nothing." Drake raised his head to look upon the room without formal composure. What met him was faces without expression. Confusion, perhaps.

"Did you not hear me? The world is doomed?"

Hashin found Drake's speech sharp, honest, and believable. Yet, much of the room seemed disinterested. Many were drunk. Heads turned away. Hands waved at him. Only several small groups and individuals here and there seemed to consider his words. A fat man with a brown beard stood with a look of contempt. "Sherldasia is a fair and beautiful kingdom, ran by the Elves. It would not join such an evil -- IF it existed, which it doesn't! And it CERTAINLY has no concerns for barbarians like you."

"It is a kingdom of Northmen, although they are rarely called such," said Drake. "My people served them long ago. The bond is reaffirmed." Drake seemed to lose his edge, and confidence. "Perhaps ... your chief would understand."

The fat man laughed. "We do not have CHIEFS, Northman. We have mayors. I am the mayor of this place. Pardingtin, they call me. I hear your foolish words. Outrageous! A child's imagination! The Empire of Neseldin rebuilt ... not a drunk here would believe such rubbish!" Many of the men laughed.

"That's enough," advised the Inn's Owner, speaking to Drake quietly. "Take your drunken madness elsewhere."

"So be it," said Drake, finishing his speech.

"You may stay the night, but be gone by sunrise."

"Don't worry." Drake left for the stairs.

Hashin sighed, confused.

Posted By: Magus Feb 17, 2005 - 11:59 am

Yissam raised his head which had since hung low. He would wish to hear more from this Northman.

Yissam stood and awayed from his conversation. He followed the man upstairs.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 17, 2005 - 01:52 pm

Drake turned round as he came to the top of the stairs. Seeing an Ogre coming before was ... a strange sight indeed. "I have slain such as you," spoke the Northman. "Are you here to silence me?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 17, 2005 - 02:46 pm

Yissam, despite himself, grinned. "You have killed none such as I, sir Northman. And I did not come to silence you. If you wouldn't mind I'd care to talk in more depth of the matters in which you speak. Would you mind?"

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 17, 2005 - 05:40 pm

Drake sighed. He would have walked away, but then a conversation with an Ogre such as this did not come along once a day. "What do you want?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 17, 2005 - 06:22 pm

"First, I feel compelled to discover with what tribes or Orcs did you fight with."

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 17, 2005 - 06:25 pm

"They're all the same to me. I was never inclined to ask. They came with Orcs or Bugbears, that's all that mattered to me."

Posted By: Magus Feb 18, 2005 - 12:23 pm

"You'll find, Northman, that the tribe an Orc hails from is very important indeed. It all has to do with blood... that which is strong and that which is weak."

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 18, 2005 - 03:05 pm

Drake stared at him for a time. "I care not to argue woth you. I am too tired, and ... I have much in my mind to work through."

Posted By: Magus Feb 18, 2005 - 08:11 pm

"Indeed. I am most curious as to discover the make of this weapon in which you speak."

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 19, 2005 - 11:21 am

"The weapon ... yes. There was mention of a weapon to 'bring fear over the hearts of all. First the breaking of their Kranoctrun, then the rebuilding of the light.' Hmm ... 'Kranoctrun' is a mythical realm of ancient belief, which was supposed to be a balance power for Fairy Land. It kept their worlds stable. I ... presume by 'Kranoctrun' they mean 'security.' Break the security of the people, then rebuild the reality which they are to except -- and would embrace. After all, in a world of darkness, who would not reach out and take any light which is offered ... even if it is from the past enemy? A weapon to break the spirit of people ... I know not what such a weapon could be, less when they would plan to use it. Perhaps as a last resort. If I return back to my people ... I may keep an eye ... in case that Orc leader returns. However, I suspect he himself spoke only from echo."

Posted By: Magus Feb 19, 2005 - 06:39 pm

Yissam grinned. "Hmmm... a blind man would not take for the light... he would know not the difference between that and the shadow."

He figured that the blind warrior... Phantom he believed he was called, would partake in the events suggested by the Northman. He claimed to desire to remake this world, yes, but to do so for the already dead. Yissam doubted that he would partake in the affairs of the living.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 20, 2005 - 08:29 am

Drake looked oddly to Yissam. What was this creature on about? "Those who cannot see could not be harmed by the loss of light, thus they would not be affected. True. Those lost in dispair would not be inflicted by it it, but they may still be lured by faulse light if it is offered them, however."

Posted By: Magus Feb 20, 2005 - 04:30 pm

"Thus is the difference between sheep and men. Or, for that manner, men and Orcs."

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 20, 2005 - 05:01 pm

"You do not say Orcs are smarter than men?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 20, 2005 - 05:17 pm

"No, Northman, I did not. But I ask you to find an Orc, any true Orc, that would grope at empty promises and shackles of secure slavery. Any true Orc would embrace such freedom that this darkness offered... and would fight off the enslaving light. Any true Orc would refuse to flee from the challenge that the darkness offered nor suffer this false light to shine. Thus is the difference between Men and Orcs."

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 21, 2005 - 12:25 pm

"An interesting view," said Drake. "Northmen do not run either." He stopped to reflect upon his own fears. "A true Northman." He looked to Yissam. "You would stand and fight? Against chaos? Against chalenge? No, I do not believe that you would flee from any battle, Friend. If I could only trust you, I would be honored to have you as an ally. You have the look of a warrior who has killed many. Tell me, have you ever seen a Dragon in flight? Ever felt its fiery breath pass you by? Ever felt its scales ... that burns your skin like acid. I have. Dragons protect the enemy ... along with ancient evils just as frightening. Be I a Northman, but I am also a coward. Terrible foes have I fought in the past ... but when my people betrayed me ... I lost my courage. I only pray that I find it ... so that I may save my people from the enemy's grasp."
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Postby Magus » Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:55 pm

Posted By: SirJill Feb 21, 2005 - 12:32 pm

Rowena opened her eyes and sighed, still resting her head on her arms. She spent several minutes in quiet contemplation and then finally rolled her head around. She reached forward and grabbed the mug of ale, groaning slightly. "I need to talk to that man. He's got some serious problems."

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 21, 2005 - 12:34 pm

"Which one?" asked Hashin as he approached, dreamily thoughtful.

Posted By: SirJill Feb 21, 2005 - 12:43 pm

Rowena turned her eyes away from the Northman and took a sip from her mug. "The Drake fellow. If he's trying to raise an army, there are better ways to do it."

Posted By: Magus Feb 21, 2005 - 05:42 pm

"Dragons? No. I have not yet had the pleasure of their company. But I say this; I would never run from a challenge. Even if it meant my death I would not turn and take flight. Cowardice is far worse a fate then death, friend. Take my word on that!"

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 22, 2005 - 05:20 am

"Not a man of subtlty, but then he is a barbarian," said Hashin.


Drake leaned against the railing that rose at the top of the stairs in an M-shape. "If it is payment you seek, I have little to offer. As for my own path, it is uncertain."

Posted By: SirJill Feb 22, 2005 - 12:17 pm

"I wasn't talking about subtlty." Rowena muttered. "I'm talking about--if there's someone out to kill him or at least wants him dead, then there are people here who can be bought easily to kill him. I'd do it, if I was desperate enough. It's not wise."

Posted By: * raye * Feb 22, 2005 - 03:42 pm

Niran had been hurt by the prejudices these people seemed to hold that pushed her away. she had done horrible things in the past but she was reformed now. could no one see past the fact that she had demon blood?

Rieze had gracefully shifted back to her true form, sitting in the shadows, watching, just watching. she would make her presence known when and if she needed to.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 22, 2005 - 05:01 pm

"Wisdom is the fool's cape. Truth is undefined ... but I see what you say."

Posted By: Magus Feb 22, 2005 - 05:12 pm

"The only truth, Northman, is that which you make witrh your own two hands... with your own heart and soul." Yissam said, shoiwing a clentched fist. "There is no other kind."

Posted By: xyster Feb 23, 2005 - 04:49 am

Elenor's clipped ears twitched slightly as she listened to the conversation between Yissam and this Drake fellow. She had traveled widely, and knew of these northmen. Her surprise at hearing about this encroaching darkness was cleanly masked by her impassive face, but she wanted to hear more, so she continued to listen, even as she plucked a light drink from a passing server and sipped at it.

Posted By: SirJill Feb 23, 2005 - 05:17 am

Rowena took another swallow from her mug and shut her eyes, looking pained for a moment. But she soon resurfaced and looked back at Hashin. "Still, He's going to get himself killed. Someone should warn him."

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 23, 2005 - 11:22 am

"He's no fool," said Hashin. "He doesn't care, much for the moment."


Drake laughed. "The words of a brute beast. You understan only that which stares at you. How about honor? Blood? Friendship? Such truths shine dim for me lately, I must confess. One's path is built from those laid before it. The truths of today are but shadows of yesterday. The truths of tomorrow -- well, you see my point. A wise man looks back, ahead, AND where he is -- a fool looks only to his feet."

Posted By: * raye * Feb 23, 2005 - 12:19 pm

Niran strode forward boldly, her hair wriggling loose of it's confines. The door blew open with a loud *BANG!* and her eyes sparked silver. Her jet black hair swirled around her and power sizzled off her skin.
"The twist of shadows obscures all, but does not impede the ability to register truth. Fools I name you. All of you! Fools, idiots, dunces! Do you not know truth when it is spoken upon your ears? When the darkness heralds the end you will be on your knees, cowaring and calling for the help of one such as he you have shunned and laughed at. Remember these words. Laugh now, beg forgiveness as your life hangs in the balance later." She spoke imperiously, looking down her nose at the people in the inn, her gaze focusing on the mayor.

inwardly, Niran smiled. These simple country bumpkins! Who were they to judge Niran Klara'sava, Dark Witch, Daughter of Flame and Shadow? in some parts they lived in fear of her past self, perhaps these simple idiots had not heard of her yet. of that she could only hope.

She closed the door with the wave of her hand and strode over to Drake, ignoring the orc who had moments ago shunned her when she had seemed like nothing. Power often made people want to be your friend, but Niran knew the tricks.

"Drake, the Northman." her eyes sparked, still silver and bright. Her voice lowered. "I believe your words and. . . I know how to kill a dragon. I will help you if you wish for my help."

Rieze groaned loudly, not realizing she was feet away from Rowena, Jacatour and Hashin, though the shadows obscured her.

"What is she doing? Is she daft?" She purposefully bumped the back of her head off the wall with a thump!

Posted By: SirJill Feb 23, 2005 - 12:41 pm

Rowena broke away from the two men who stood next to her, moving a few feet in front of them. She fixed her own fierce brown eyes on Niran, this newcomer she paused a moment and then raised and eyebrow, "And how many in this tavern are of any importance? How many of them will be of serious concern to the dark lords in the North? Will you? Will I? How many in here will sell their alliance for a few pieces of gold to murder you and yours in your sleep? Besides," She smiled wickedly, "Our truth may not be the same as yours. It may not be the same as the dark lords. Do you claim to know the whole truth? Well? Do you?"

Posted By: Magus Feb 23, 2005 - 01:03 pm

"A fool you name me? Eh... girl?" Yissam asked, turning to the girl who to him was still of as little importance as ever. "What kind of fool flaunt's themselves in front of all? What kind of fool would near shout for a mob to run you down? From what I see the fool hear is you!"

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 24, 2005 - 03:51 pm

"I ... thank you," said Drake, puzzled by this new stranger. The demands of the other female puzzled him -- he felt overwhelmed. "I know the truths as I find them. The truths of before are past. The truths of now are clear -- strangers of whom I know nothing, interesting ones granted, and I who feel I should know all of you. What be your names?"

Hashin was quiet, unsure what to say. He felt this moment important. Somehow, he sensed something in this Drake fellow ... a great strength, but also great weakness.

Posted By: Magus Feb 24, 2005 - 03:59 pm

"My name, good Northman, is Yissam Snizwatt, high Warlord of the last true Orcish tribes."

Posted By: Moe Feb 24, 2005 - 04:22 pm

She had woke up from her long sleep under the tree and gotten up and walked back into the tavern. She sighed going in. As she went in she made her way to a table and sat down. She moved her hair from her face with another sigh.

Posted By: Magus Feb 24, 2005 - 04:25 pm

Thomas saw the woman. He felt bad for leaving her. Maybe he could make up for his rude behavior.

He trotted over to her and jumped on the table. He playfully licked her on the nose. Now that he knew what he was doing his stress seemed to have melted away.

Posted By: Moe Feb 24, 2005 - 04:27 pm

She smiled seeing it was him and petted him. "Thought you left me for good." She pulled him close petting him.

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Postby Magus » Sat Apr 09, 2005 3:56 pm

Posted By: Magus Feb 24, 2005 - 04:27 pm

Thomas smiled and licked her again.

Posted By: Moe Feb 24, 2005 - 04:28 pm

She smiled at that and kissed the top of his head.

Posted By: Magus Feb 24, 2005 - 04:30 pm

Thomas smiled back again. He playfully hopped on her head and dropped in front of her face. He couldn't remember a time when he had been happier.

Posted By: Moe Feb 24, 2005 - 05:50 pm

She smiled and looked around. "It would be nice to meet your owner..."

Posted By: Magus Feb 24, 2005 - 05:54 pm

Thomas shifted his head. Using it he pointed to where Shabel-Rae sat with Hex.

Posted By: Moe Feb 24, 2005 - 06:00 pm

She looked over and saw what he was nodding too and stood with the hare in his arms and made her way over that way. She stood at the table and put the hare down.

Posted By: Magus Feb 24, 2005 - 06:03 pm

Shabel-Rae looked first at Thomas. A smiled contentedly and began to lovely pet his friend.

"And who might you be, milady?" Shabel asked, turning to meet the stranger who had come with Thomas. "Please don't say that Thomas has been bothering you. He has... a knack for it..." And he cracked a knowing smile at Thomas who sheepishly returned the expression.

Posted By: Moe Feb 24, 2005 - 06:05 pm

She smiled and shook her head.

"He has been no bother. And my name is Elizabeth. I am glad he bothered me. "

Posted By: Magus Feb 24, 2005 - 06:11 pm

He smiled. "I'm glad to hear this, lady Elizabeth. He likes to wander off and, more often then not, finds himself in a bit of a predicament as a result."

Posted By: Moe Feb 24, 2005 - 06:16 pm

She smiled and chuckled.
"Well, I could tell that. I am glad he has come to me. I dont know anybody in this land."

Posted By: Magus Feb 24, 2005 - 06:18 pm

Shabel-Rae smiled warmly. He waved his hand and a seat pulled out from the table.

"Would you care to meet two more?"

Posted By: xyster Feb 25, 2005 - 05:00 am

Elenor looked balndly at the woman that Shabel-Rae was pulling out the chair for. She was also looking at the hare cradled in her arms, and the rather interesting expression it wore.

She took another gulp of the drink she held, wincing slightly at its bitter taste. Beside her, Lancet sat quietly, staring at the ceiling. The child was lost deep in thought, and Elenor could tell that it was something important; it would always be something important with Lancet. She seemed to have vast knowledge, but did not often speak of what she knew...and only speaking vaugely or in riddles when she did. There was much more to this other version of her than just her kindness and innocence, it was what she might have been had her soul not been so full of darkness.

Posted By: xyster Feb 25, 2005 - 05:03 am

Hex looked up, nodding slightly to the woman. She still appeared pale and shaken...but slightly more together than she had been right after the attack by the souls.

Her hand fell to the hilt of a bone sword on her belt. She rubbed her hand across it thoughtfully, humming a tune softly to herself. Absent mindedly, she took another sip of the drink.

Posted By: Magus Feb 25, 2005 - 07:49 am

Shabel-Rae procurred a third glass and a small saucer. He poured the claret into both of them. He handed the woman the glass and placed the saucer in front of Thomas, who began lapping at it absently.

Posted By: Neurolanis Feb 25, 2005 - 03:15 pm

"I am Drake," said the barbarian. "Why don't I buy you all a round a drinks?"

Posted By: Moe Feb 25, 2005 - 05:25 pm

Elizabeth nodded slowly and sat down.

"Thank you sir."

She watched the hare then looked about the place slowly. Her eyes stopping at everywhich person. She sighed softly and looked to the hare.

Posted By: Magus Feb 25, 2005 - 07:14 pm

Thomas began rapidly clicking in his own rabbit-language to Shabel-Rae, telling him the story of how he met Elizabeth and where he'd been up until now. The mage listened attentively and only interrupted once to ask a question, in Thomas' own clicking dialect.

When the tale was told Thomas hopped over to Eliuzabeth. Shabel-Rae looked at her.

"Interesting tale. What exactly did you give him earlier?"

Posted By: * raye * Feb 26, 2005 - 11:20 am

Niran glared at Yassim and snorted in response to his words.

"i think you, powerful warrior, should learn which words are directed to you and which are not. the fools in this room are those who scoff and do not heed a truthful warning though anyone with half a mind could sense the danger growing, the shadow moving. Am I still a fool if I know my own mind and capabilities? i reveal what I chose when I chose. I am a Dark Witch. I answer to no one save those I give my word. in a land of deciet and trechary my word is like gold. i have seen and endured horrors not of this world and still labour on, to bandy loose words with those such as yourself while out there" she pointed to the door which had now been securely closed "people are being tortured and exploited by a growing evil that these country bumpkins somehow manage not to see. I envy that ignorance. I care not what people think of me. any fool who thinks he would like to challenge my power and try to kill me, let him come, i say. i fear nothing."

as soon as she stopped speaking, the point of a sai rested against her throat. she didn't have to turn her head to know who it was.


"i don't care who you think you are nor how powerful you may be. this company has just been through a lot. including Yassim, who has deemed himself worthy of my respect over again and again. so I'm formally suggesting you stop infringing on our peace. at least for the moment. is that clear, demon?" Rieze spoke with a low icy tone, her eyes calm and deep black. she alone knew niran and what she was capable of. she lowered her sai slightly, letting Niran speak.

"for now. one day, Rieze, we will fight again. and fair this time. no one to interrupt us. to the death. then we will see who is more powerful."

"i care not for your threats. go sit down and see if you can perhaps find your common sense at the bottom of a glass." Rieze flipped her sai, reminding Niran as she stalked away, to a small table in the corner, muttering under her breath.

"I apologize for her. I am Rieze Sharah." she said, tilting her head respectfully to the northman and flipping her sai, slipping it back into her belt for the time being. "I feel i should apologize to you on her account as well, Yassim, though I know not why." Rieze said, looking at the orc warrior curiously.

Posted By: Magus Feb 26, 2005 - 12:24 pm

Yissam took in her words and passed them off with a motion of his hand. "It is not your place to be her keeper. She fears nothing. And for that she is a fool."

Posted By: Moe Feb 26, 2005 - 12:29 pm

She looked to Thomas.

"I gave him something that I made myself. It was supposed to be so strong. "
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