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Ataya
Topic Started: Jul 16 2007, 10:43 AM (9,901 Views)
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Kor'Mor'Oka smiled sickly "The power sounds enticing, but the prisoners are likely lonely. And I do so enjoy my work Master."
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Drathmor smiled. "Then go to the cells in the depths of this tower. There, you will find a multitude of men, women and children. Do with them as you please."
"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.

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Kor'Mor'Oka bowed slightly and said "Thank you my Master."

He stood up to his full height and turned, walking out of the throneroom and towards the cells. As far as the vampire was concerned, he had made the right decision, both about the book and his reward.

As he reached the cells, he motioned for a guard to follow him. Taking a quick look in several cells which he passed, Kor'Mor'Oka pointed at a cell and said "Open it."

The orc guard did as instructed, taking a set of keys and opening the locked door. The vampire stepped into the dank, dark cell. Chained in place was a man, a commoner. He glared at the vampire with such hatred. Kor'Mor'Oka simply smiled, revealing his fangs. The orc guard stood at the doorway. The vampire approached the man and held his talons menacingly in front of the mortal's face before saying "I'd like to say this will hurt me more than you, but I'd be lying."

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When the vampire was gone, Drathmor struck the orc holding the book dead in an instant. Using his magic, he raised the book and brought it closer to himself, being careful not to touch it. He was alone in the room.

"You failed." said the Dark Lord, using his magic to raise one of the stones from the floor before sliding the book into the hole. He then placed the stone back ontop of the book, leaving no trace of the book's presence.

Laughter echoed through Drathmor's mind. "Failed? No, Great Necromancer, I have only begun. By the time this war is done, I will see your end."

Drathmor rose to his feet. "Never! Never will I die! Never will I enter your domain, Krodalis!"

"Everything dies, you fool. It is only a matter of time, and I have all the time in the world." replied the voice.

"Look around! This world will be mine. I have brought Weissland to its knees. My power will not let me die!"

The room darkened to the point that the walls could not be seen. Drathmor stood in the middle of the darkness as the shade of Krodalis formed before him. Krodalis waved his hands and the darkness formed into a vision of Weissland; it was barren and completely lifeless. There were no animals, no plants, no rivers, no nothing. Everything, absaloutley everything, was dead.

"This is all that awaits 'your world'. Everything dies, everything! And nothing deserves the gift of life. I will see this world dead, as it deserves." spoke the shade.

Drathmor shrieked in rage and cracked his staff off the floor, invoking his magic to dispel the shade and the visions surrounding him. The chamber was returned to normal.

"It is only a matter of time..." whispered the voice of Krodalis as his power withdrew from the room.

The Dark Lord sat back in his throne. Krodalis could not enter the mortal world, not as long as the pillars at the Summoning Grounds had power. And as long as Drathmor lived, they had power. But still... Krodalis had not been this active in over a hundred years. This unsettled the Dark Lord. Drathmor's greatest secret, the one thing he shared with no one, not even Moarbrek; he feared Krodalis.
"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.

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Kor'Mor'Oka stepped back to survey his work, splattered bloodstains covered his chest and wings. The man was breathing raggedly, with loads of shallow cuts across his body, arms and legs. The vampire took the seat which the guard had brought in for him and sat down, facing the man.

The guard stood to one side, waiting for further instruction. Kor'Mor'Oka looked at the man, who still glared at him with hatred. The man refused to look away. It was starting to get annoying. After almost half an hour of it, the vampire said "I cut him and he looks at me. I cut him deeper, and still he looks at me. Its offensive, its rude. His eyes offend me. Pluck one of them out."

The orc guard looked at the vampire and asked "Which one?"

The vampire looked annoyed, indecisive and began to move his finger back and forth as if trying to decide "I don't know, unnnn... the right one."

Kor'Mor'Oka smiled as he listened to the soothing music, the man screaming as loud as any mortal could.
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Drathmor tapped his fingers off the arm of the throne. It had been too long since Urden'Hel and Kazmar'Ach had reported in. Perhaps he had under-estimated the Weisslanders. That was a mistake he could not afford to make.

The Dark Lord conjured a spell sphere and dispatched it to the lands east of Ataya, to the army of Narak'Phel.
"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.

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Kor'Mor'Oka left the man to his screaming. He did not look at the vampire again.

Walking out into the corridor the vampire looked around at the cells. Even as the cell behind him was being locked, he chose another at random and a guard opened it. Kor'Mor'Oka stepped inside and looked at the woman chained there. He said to the guard "Close the door." The guard did as instructed and waited outside.

With almost delicate movements, Kor'Mor'Oka stepped towards the woman who gasped in terror and looked away. He gripped her by the chin and leant close to her to say "This might hurt a lot." Without warning he bit into her neck, gulping down large quantities of her blood. He could feel the woman fading, her heart was racing but her pulse was ebbing as he drained her blood. At the right moment, Kor'Mor'Oka stopped, with blood still leaving the wound on her neck, he used his talon to slice into his own wrist. Then he took hold of her head and pushed the bleeding wound towards her mouth. The woman tried to fight it, tried to turn away, but Kor'Mor'Oka forced his wrist into her mouth, smiling sickly as he felt the warm sensation of her drinking his blood.

The vampire stepped back and laughed "I'll let you rest for now. Soon you'll need more, and I'll give you one of the other prisoners. You'll be thankful for the meal, even though you would not admit it now."

He left the cell and walked out into the corridor. He was tired, dizzy. It was a heady feeling, but left him drained and weakened. Such was the curse and the gift of the vampire. Even feeding on the woman, he felt hungry now. Stepping up to the next cell he said "Open it." The guard did as commanded and the vampire stepped inside to feast. The woman within was devoured by Kor'Mor'Oka, and he drained a young child and a man dry before he felt full.

The vampire continued his work, going to the cell of a man who already bore a number of scars from battle. Kor'Mor'Oka hit him with the back of his gauntletted hand and smiled wickedly, a horrible grimace.
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"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.

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A spell sphere entered the throne chamber and approached the Dark Lord. The message was from Urden'Hel.

My Master,
Upon reaching the border of the dwarven realm, Kazmar'Ach will take a detachment of the army to war against the foolish creatures. Therefore, I request additional forces to bolster my attack.
Your humble servant, Urden'Hel

Drathmor made his reply quickly and dispatched it. He summoned Moarbrek to him.

"Prepare an army, General, and summon Xalis'Khan back to us. We have a long way to travel." said Drathmor.

Moarbrek, still bowing on one knee, looked up at his Lord. "Master, what do you mean to do?"

Drathmor leaned forward. "I mean to end the lives of these mortals myself."
"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.

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Kor'Mor'Oka entered the cell again. He had done so several times over the past few days. This would be the final time though, as the army was preparing to march for Asulien. He looked at the now fully formed vampire which sat chained before him. With the talons of both hands he slashed out and broke the chains at the wrists of the vampire. Kor'Mor'Oka picked the smaller, younger vampire up to her feet and said "Now you are truly one of us. I will name you Val'Mora'Kah. Come, we have much to do young one."

He turned and walked from the cell, noticing how quiet it was now that most of the other cells were empty.
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"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.

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The army of the Dark Lord was once again assembled, led by some of Drathmor's most powerful necromancers, Xalis'Khan, Moarbrek and the Dark Lord himself. Undead, orcs, trolls, ogres, heretics; all stood ready to serve their Master in war.

"Soon, General. Soon the people of Weissland will fall. At long last, this land will be mine and I can rid myself of the damned bloodline of Mhairi Castoden!" said Drathmor, releasing malevolent laughter in anticipation of his approaching triumph.

Moarbrek, however, only nodded.

--Drathmor, Moarbrek, Xalis'Khan and evil army (300,000) leaves Ataya--
--Heading for Asulien--
"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.

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Kor'Mor'Oka and his new charge left with the army. This was the beginning of the end and the vampire was eagerly awaiting the final battle for Weissland.

--Leaving Ataya--
--Heading for Asulien--
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"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.

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An icy ethereal bird flew through the ruins of Ataya, returning at great speed to its master.
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--Enters from Death's Clutch--

Vrylan walked through the streets of Ataya. A simple spell surrounded him, making him invisible to the undead. It didn't cloak him in any way; rather, as he passed, it forced the undead to unknowningly turn their heads in the other direction. He passed unnoticed.

The tome of Ulldomae is what he sought. But, his Master had neglected to mention where it was. Although, Vrylan knew where it would be found. In the library at the Mystic Tower. Getting there was the hard part.
"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.

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Undead were turned aside by Vrylan's spell as he made his way to the Mystic Tower. As he went, he looked at Ataya... or what was left of it, rather. Buildings lay in ruin; some had been burned to the ground, others demonlished by the hands of the dead themselves. It was... beautiful.

He approached the Mystic Tower and assumed the guise of one of Drathmor's necromancers. This disguise held and the living servants of the Dark Lord did not question him.
"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.

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Vrylan made it to the grand library of the Mystic Tower. It was a magnifficent sight to behold. Or, at least, it would've been had the undead not ransacked it. Books were scattered, destroyed, or well-on-their-way to being so.

The room was empty, which served Vrylan's purposes well. He wasted no time in searching through the tomes, throwing the insigniffcant aside. Hours passed, for the number of books within the library was... daunting, at best. Tomes of magic, history books, beastiaries; everything was here, everything that any one man could possibly want to know. But the book Vrylan sought continued to elude him.

Shadows darkened within the chamber as a shadow-formed creature rose. "To your left, Vrylan. I can smell the scent of my most-powerful servant. He is near. He is waiting!" spoke Krodalis.

Vryaln moved to his left, as instructed, and began raking through the books. He cast aside book after book, tome after tome, until he came across one. His Master said nothing. He didn't have to, Vrylan knew this was the book he sought. It was bound in a cover of marble, black as the night. A strange inscription was upon the marble, coloured blood-red. The pages within were aged, but preserved by something beyond mortal means. The will of his Master, Vrylan guessed.

"Open it." spoke Krodalis.

Vrylan did. Terrible, dark magic shot from the tome, englufing the room in horrific darkness. The mortal was left alone with his thoughts, the book and the voice of his Master.

"Repeat as I do, Vrylan. Give your life to Ulldomae. Let him embrace you. All shall be as it was meant."

Vrylan nodded. "As you command, my Master."

Vrylan did as instructed. He repeated the ancient, demonic words spoken by his Master...

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Throughout the Mystic Tower, the servants of Drathmor listened to the howls of terror and agony sounding from the library. They all felt it, some horrific shift in power within the mortal world. Something had changed...
"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.

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Unnatural darkness had swept across Ataya, shadows so deep that even the dread servants of Drathmor felt afraid. But they were not the masters of Ataya anymore. The shadow was. The living servants of the Dark Lord were doing their best to flee for their lives. They were trying to escape the city, and the darkness that had claimed it.

"Run! I can... I can see some light!" screamed a necromancer.

With him were three orcs and two other humans. They were searching desperately for the light of the sun, where it was safe.

"We're almost-" began one of the humans, but he was stopped mid sentance.

A tendril, formed of pure darkness, shot from the shadows to snare his leg. It dragged him in with ease, despite him kicking, screaming and scrambling desperately for anything to hold onto. But he was pulled into the shadows; his screams told the others of his suffering.

They kept running, none looking back. An orc was next; he was dragged into another pool of shadow by a cluster of tendrils. Again, cries of pain filled the air. But then again, such sounds could be heard all-across the city. This... monsterous thing seemed to be able to span a massive area, striking from the shadows all across the city all at once.

"Faster! We can make it!" shrieked the necromancer.

But, the shadows began to move. Darkness streaked along the ground, overtaking the mortals easily. It concentrated in a pool of raw evil some twenty feet in front of them. The mortals skidded to a halt, staring in awe as a form rose out of the shadows. The creature itself was formed from darkness. It was wrapped in a dark purple cloak. Upon its head sat a silver crown, with seven spikes rising from its brim. Jewels were set upon its frame. From within its hood, purple eyes glowed malevolently.

"What... what are you?" stammered the neromancer.

"A servant of the true power." replied the creature. It spoke with not one voice, but three. Well, at least three; the mortals could not be sure how many voices they were hearing.

Without another word, the thing disolved and rushed forward in a stream of shadow. It reformed in their midst. Arms as black as the darkness appeared from within its cloak. Its hands had razor-sharp talons rather than fingers, but that did not stop it gripping its massive blade. The sword had a skull set below the blade. The entire weapon was coloured a blackened silver, giving it the appearance of a truly ancient item. But it was by no means blunt; it sliced clean through the orcs in one swing, felling them.

The monster advanced forward. The human tried to escape, but was struck down in seconds by the creature, leaving only the necromancer.

"No! Drathmor is the true power!" shouted the necromancer, launching a necromantic spell at the beast.

But the creature merely opened its cloak, revealing nothing but deeper darkness. The spell of the necromancer was drawn into the creature to no effect.

"Your magic cannot stop me!" roared the creature.

It shot forward, plunging its sword through the man's chest. The necromancer coughed blood before falling to the ground.

The creature pulled its blade free and stared around. Drathmor's Weissland was crumbling away. The capital was no longer his. His servants fled from the creature. The creature, who was a demon. The demon, who was Ulldomae. Ulldomae, who served Krodalis.
"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.

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The blackened form turned opaque as soul returned to body. Where the ethereal elf had stood fixed in place, now the archmage fell to a crouch. The floor below was covered in his own dried blood. He felt weak, near death, and yet, as some of the colour started to return to his skin, he felt an anger return with it.

Lathaon found that he could shift back into an ethereal yet conscious form, and he did so. How much blood must still be in him? Not enough, not nearly enough, it seemed.

He took a step, his first since he had fought with Drathmor. An icy bird spiralled down to circle him. He remembered ice, and then he remembered fire. He spoke words of magic and called the fire to life around him in a burst of flame. In that brief moment, everything returned to him. As he took a second step, his hands curled into fists.
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The eyes of Krodalis watched Lathaon from the shadows of Ataya. Ulldomae was gone, for now. The demon had other matters Krodalis wished attended to.

But the ancient power that was Krodalis watched Lathaon slip back into the mortal world. So full of fury and hatred; it was delightful.

These mortals act as puppets even without the strings, he thought to himself. Lathaon's suffering, Grobtak's death, even the crowning of the Lord Castoden; everything was falling into place.
"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.

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As Lathaon reached the edge of Ataya, he decided there must be a quicker way. He sent the icy bird away to search for his eagle.

[Leaving Ataya]
[Heading for Ledek's Span]
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