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| chadden | Mar 24 2008, 11:14 PM Post #21 |
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The tunnel ran deeper than the mortal could have thought, but despite this he continued on, though not without caution. No sound could be heard within the tunnel, aside from Grobtak's footfalls. The cavern was silent as death. Finally, the tunnel opened up into a large, circular chamber. The stone was old, but the carvings and patterns remained clear. The walls were covered in murals that had been carved into the very wall. These murals showed ancient battles and times of dark power. On the ceiling were countless carvings of skulls. In the centre of the chamber sat a stone circle, and from this circle rose a cone of deathly energy. Within the circle was a pedastle, and upon that was a tome. Its cover was thick, black leather. Dark inscriptions covered it. The voice flowed around the tome, its presence growing within the chamber. "Long have your masters, the Dark Council, hunted for this tome. But here it is, ready to be taken by you, so that you, Grobtak, may claim the right that is yours. The right to power." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Mar 25 2008, 04:13 PM Post #22 |
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Grobtak was amazed by what he saw. This place had to be many hundreds years old, if not more. Looked like it actually could be more than a thousand years as well, it did not look like any Weisslander culture. Grobtak slowly walked closer to try and see more of the tome, maybe an inscription on the cover. When he heard the voice he leaped backwards, raised his sword and looked around once more. "Who are you?" he spoke with strong, loud voice. "What do you know about the Dark Council?" |
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| chadden | Mar 25 2008, 06:18 PM Post #23 |
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"I am you, I am me. I am a part of everything that walks this world. And I have watched, Grobtak, as you are wasted again and again at the hands of your masters. You see yourself as being trusted by the council? No. You are feared. They told you nothing of this tome because they know that should it fall into your hands, then no more would you be the servant. You would become the master." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Mar 25 2008, 06:26 PM Post #24 |
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Grobtak shook his head, "No. Not the master. The Dark Council has but one master." But there was doubt in his voice, filled with interest. He took a step towards the tome, lowering his sword. "What is it? The tome," he asked. |
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| chadden | Mar 25 2008, 07:32 PM Post #25 |
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The voice invoked its power, subtly increasing the shadows around the edges of the room and drawing Grobtak's focus more towards the tome. "It is an ancient spell book, written long before any of your bloodline walked this world. To gain its power, you must only read it." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Mar 25 2008, 07:50 PM Post #26 |
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"Who are you?" Grobtak asked, taking a step towards the tome but at the same time looking around in the room. |
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| chadden | Mar 25 2008, 08:06 PM Post #27 |
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For a time, the voice remained silent. Its unseen power filled the chamber. "I go by many names, mortal. But you must not dwell on identity. Before you lies the key to your empowerment. Take this offer, and trust that it will bring to you your heart's desire." As it spoke, the voice channelled its power into the tome. Softly and faintly, it released invisible waves of magic, enticing Grobtak and drawing him near. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Mar 25 2008, 08:08 PM Post #28 |
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Grobtak walked towards the tome, letting his hands rest in the air above it. "And what do you want from me?" he asked. |
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| chadden | Mar 25 2008, 09:45 PM Post #29 |
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"Only that you claim this power. Long has it lain dormant, and long have I searched for one strong enough to take up the power. It is you, Grobtak. You are destined to weild this magic. Take the tome and taste your destiny." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Mar 25 2008, 09:50 PM Post #30 |
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Grobtak took a deep breath, sheathed his sword then gripped the cover of the tome and opened it. |
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| chadden | Mar 25 2008, 09:53 PM Post #31 |
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The writing within the tome was a language that no living creature had any hope of understanding. The voice, however, danced its power across the pages, shifting the language to one that Grobtak would recognise and be able to read. Then, rather suddenly, a coil of black magic burst from the pages and struck Grobtak. The man was hurled back against the wall, but filled with a new strength, a greater strength. His power had grown. "This is but a taste of the power you can gain with this tome. Will you read it?" asked the voice. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Mar 25 2008, 09:55 PM Post #32 |
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"How?" Grobtak asked with amazement as he stood up and felt his grown muscles and toughness. "How is it done?" |
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| chadden | Mar 25 2008, 09:59 PM Post #33 |
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"Through this tome, you will gain power beyond your imagination. But you must do as I bid and read it. The more you read, the more power will be bestowed upon you, and the more answers will be revealed..." With that said, the voice withdrew from the chamber. Its power was gone; even Grobtak could sense that. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Ariakas | Mar 25 2008, 10:06 PM Post #34 |
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A small voice was tingling in the back of Grobtak's head. He should tell this to Dantares, he should give the tome to him. That way Dantares would finally understand his value and at the same time the Dark Council would rise higher. But he wanted the power for himself, even it was just a little bit. It could no no harm reading just a few pages, and then tell Dantares of it later. He walked to the tome and began to read once more. |
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| Ariakas | Apr 9 2008, 03:30 PM Post #35 |
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Grobtak left the large mayor's house through the main doors for the first time in two days since he had discovered the ancient book. Dark clouds covered the sky above Endral, and it seemed to the few inhabitants still staying in small pockets around the town that it was eternal night in Endral from no one. The town had been cursed, Grobtak thought with a wicked smile. Gonhin followed him closely as Grobtak left the mayor's house. The half-orc looked weary across the streets leading away from the manor's house. No ghouls, or any other moving creature, was spotted except for the Shattered Guard-members who stood guard. But he knew they could be waiting in the shadows. "Why did you have to send away Volan, chief," Gonhin asked, spit drooling from his tusks. "You could have waited until we had left. This is risky, there are hundreds, if not thousands of them out there." "Have no worry Gonhin," Grobtak said and pointed to the sky. "They won't dare attack." Gonhin looked to the sky and gasped at the powerful sight which greeted him. Through the thick clouds above Endral a powerful creature soared and circled. It was a majestic, gigantic green dragon. Its muscular wings brought it forward and downwards in slow, powerful movements. The wings had to be over 100 feet across, maybe 150 feet. It was covered in green, thick shells acting as a strong armor for the dragon. It had two horns on its wings which pointed backwards. The head was the size of a house. The dragon continued to circle downwards acrosst the town until it landed with a trembling boom in the central square in front of the mayor's house. The few members of the Shattered Sword pulled away in fear, despite Grobtak telling them not to worry. Then the rider of the dragon dismounted. The dragon was the most impressive sight Gonhin had ever witnessed and compared to it everything else seemed insignificant. However, the armored, tall person who stepped of it still gave a tinkling sensation of awe and fear. It was the tallest person Gonhin had ever seen, almost as tall as an ogre it could seem at a distance. And despite the plated armor covering him Gonhin could see that it was a strong, broad-shouldered character within. The armored man patted the dragon on the side for a few seconds talking to it in a low speak. Then the man turned and stepped towarsd the stairs leading up to the mayor's house. He removed his helmet, revealing a strong face behind which would had been quite beautiful was it not for a long scar running across the left part of his face. "You have been busy I can see," the man said to Grobtak. The current "Lord" of Endral gestured towards the door. "Please Lord Rayrn," he said. "Be my guest for now." The crooked, sly smile on his lips were back as he turned his face away from Rayrn. |
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| Ariakas | Apr 15 2008, 04:49 PM Post #36 |
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Lord Rayrn stood in the middle of the large room, looking around. He did not waste more than a glance of disgust at the ruined girl shackled to the wall. He brushed his skin, his fingers caressing the long scar running across his face. Grobtak stood a bit weary as he watched the only other person in the room. He threw a short glance at the bookcase covering the door that led into the dungeon. He did not want anyone else to find it, and despite his now increased powers he had been unable to move the book. It seemed to be stuck to the very surface of the pedastle. "I don't like acting as a messenger," Rayrn spoke with his deep voice. Grobtak shrugged, "Cyrush has little choice. First of all he has to uphold a magical shield which blocks any magical communication to and from the Weissland Army, then he has to keep that shield invisible to the other magic users and then to top it he has to create an opening for himself. No simple task I guess, despite having little knowledge of magic." "Then he should have used his powers to contact you, not me. Considering you have the ability to contact all the rest of us." Grobtak thought of this, but shook his head. "No, I don't know. It might be more complicated." "I don't believe that. I feel I being mocked, and that Cyrush is favored only because of him being related to Lord Flint.." He got cut of by Grobtak. "That is worthless talk Rayrn," he said. "Think of Fizban. No favours there for certain, if we only knew where the man was. Fizban would be more worth than the Staff of Sanity itself." Rayrn eyes gave killing look to Grobtak. "Maybe he would. What of your bait in Amei?" "It might proove more useful than all of us thought. Even I doubted that the real Fizban would go for it, but I am certain the Dragon Battalion might be turned into, or melted into, powerful allies. They are a resourceful organization without doubt." Rayrn looked unintersted, and walked towards the large table by the window. He had been hoping to find some documents there, but there was none. Grobtak never wrote down journals or notes. "So," Grobtak suggested with a irritated tune to his scared voice. "What is the message from Cyrush then?" "Arhaina," Rayrn spoke as he looked out the window to the dark sky that hung over Endral. "We need to find Arhaina, the wife of Lathaon Thaendil. It might be the ending piece of the puzzle he says." "We are to give her to Drathmor?" Grobtak asked. Rayrn did not answer. "How many else know that she is the one we needs to be looking for." "You only," Rayrn spoke. "I'm bringing the message to Doman now." Rayrn turned and looked at Grobtak. "How much longer will you stay in Endral." "Not much longer," Grobtak spoke. Only until I have figured out more of that tome he thought. [[Rayrn leaves Endral later on]] |
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| Gorfang | Apr 24 2008, 12:48 AM Post #37 |
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--Entering from Ataya-- Ahead lay the city of Endral. It was covered in black and malign clouds. It was so inviting and intriguing. The vampire would not have need of hiding from sunlight with the thick clouds which covered the city. It might be night at the moment, but once Kor'Mor'Oka was within the city that would not matter for some time. Flying fast, he soared in under the cloud cover. The city looked almost deserted. But he could see signs of life here and there, in the important areas of the city. More than that, he could sense life and death here. It washed over him like a wave. With the ground rapidly going by, and the air rippling through his hair and clothing, against his undead flesh, Kor'Mor'Oka spied a fairly large and flat rooftop. He rose up then dived, using his wings to glide down to the rooftop. As he landed, the vampire stopped at the edge of the roof, which was surrounded by a wall. His talons gripped the stone, gouging marks in it. At once, the vampire began to properly take in his surroundings, beginning the process of hunting. It was clear the book the Master wanted would be in one of the important buildings of the city, a library or meeting hall perhaps. |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| Ariakas | Apr 24 2008, 04:21 PM Post #38 |
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Turak led his small group of Shattered Sword-thugs up along the street leading to the central square in front of the large mayor's house. There were fifteen of them and everyone was weary about the ghouls lurking in the night. Also, this night was incredible chilly and at the same time there was no wind blowing through the wide streets. It was a dark omen, but Turak kept it to himself. "Did you hear that?" one of the men at the rear called out. "There was a scream, to the south." "Probably just one more of the citizens being catched by those devils," another asked, trying to put up a tough voice. Turak simply nodded and beckoned them to move on. |
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| Gorfang | Apr 24 2008, 04:48 PM Post #39 |
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Kor'Mor'Oka leapt easily from rooftop to rooftop, crouching low and scanning the streets. He was heading for the centre of the city when he had heard a scream. Intrigued, he turned to his left and bounded across the street to the parallel roof. Smiling darkly, a light flickered in his eyes. The vampire would investigate the source of this scream, it could be important to discover both the victim and the attacker. |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| Ariakas | Apr 24 2008, 04:51 PM Post #40 |
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The scream came from a street a few hundred yards north of the southern gates to the city. It belonged to a woman who watched her husband getting catched by a large horde of ghouls. Now she herself was fleeing through the citystreets, while the ravaging packs of evil creatures hunted for her. |
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