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| Hotshot | Jul 25 2008, 11:14 PM Post #321 |
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The Lord Castoden
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((Aren't Nathaniel and some of the judges there already?)) |
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| Gorfang | Jul 26 2008, 12:27 AM Post #322 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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((No, just Mordain, Jaunne and now Castoden. Nathaniel is (or rather was) in his cell. Still waiting for Shaellana and Lord Aldron.)) Nathaniel Drakkon kept his face impassive, hidden beneath the hood of his black robe. All that could be seen of his face was his jaw, and the bushy goatee, and the stubble which by now was growing into a much fuller beard. He stood in the centre of his cell, facing the door. Several footsteps approached from outside in the corridor. He knew what it meant. Within seconds there were clicking sounds as the locks were unlocked and the bolts were unbolted. The door scraped open as light fell across him. Without speaking the guards, with several Seekers amongst them, entered the cell to usher him out. Two men walked behind his back, two others at either side, two more ahead of him just outside the door to the cell. Just as one of the Seekers was about to reach out and guide him forward, Nathaniel anticipated it and took a step forward. The Seeker was slightly off-balance because of this, and had to stop short. Calmly, without a hint of urgency, Nathaniel Drakkon walked out of the cell. The guards did not attempt to hold onto him, sensing a palpable aura in the air around the mage. He was restrained, with shackles which would prevent him using magic, but Nathaniel Drakkon had never purely relied on magic. The silent procession walked through the corridors of the dungeon, and up a flight of stairs before heading towards a keep near the sanctuary to the court room. As they entered the court room, Nathaniel made a subtle scan of the room. He walked up to the place where he would stand and once he had, the guards moved to various positions around the court room. Nathaniel saw Mordain, and Castoden, as well as another who he did not know. Clearly they were judges. He had also seen Mordus sitting near the back and a few other individuals, none of whom were of any consequence. |
![]() 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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| Hotshot | Jul 26 2008, 12:17 PM Post #323 |
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The Lord Castoden
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Castoden looked at Mordain and asked again, "Is there anywhere in particular I am supposed to sit?" |
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| Lathaon | Jul 26 2008, 10:44 PM Post #324 |
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"Well then, Narandar and Renaulin, between you you should know both what to expect from the dark elves and what to expect from Weissland's military or the mercenaries on our side," Elandir said. "I want you to start discussing our defence plans, and explore the labyrinth if it helps, while I go with Brae. Meet back at the exit." |
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| Mordus | Jul 27 2008, 01:44 AM Post #325 |
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The Dark Seeker
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Drakkon appeared within the room and Mordus caught a brief gaze between their eyes. An air of hostility effective immidiately upon contact. He did not seek enemies. Rather, is seemed they were predestined to appear before him. He did not know what to make of Drakkon, other than that he was devoted to his secret. It earned him respect to some degree, for staying true to his secrets, but that which is unseen garners no trust, nor favour. He would rather see Drakkon burn for his misplaced self-righteousness than freed with altruistic favour. To warrant the distrust of Weissland in its service should earn him death. He thought. |
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| chadden | Jul 29 2008, 03:17 AM Post #326 |
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High Advisor to the Archmage
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Mordain turned to look at Drakkon as he was placed where he would remain for the trial. "You will sit in one of the chairs beside mine." said Mordain to James as he sat in the throne, gazing across the room. Shaellana entered and took her place in the seat beside Mordain's. ----- Brae left the room without waiting for Elandir, though he was sure that the elf would follow. He made for the chamber where he had left Korth. |
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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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| Hotshot | Jul 29 2008, 05:52 AM Post #327 |
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The Lord Castoden
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James shrugged and took the seat to Mordain's right side. |
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| Gorfang | Jul 29 2008, 04:11 PM Post #328 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Nathaniel showed no hint of emotion. He could see that of the five chairs for the judges only one did not have someone accounted for. Five judges, with one in charge, that was how these trials were done. Clearly Mordain was in charge, sitting on the throne. He wanted to know who the last judge was though. |
![]() 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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| chadden | Jul 29 2008, 09:10 PM Post #329 |
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Mordain looked to a Seeker. "Find Lord Aldron. I want this trial to be done with!" The Seeker bowed and left. |
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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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| Lathaon | Jul 29 2008, 09:21 PM Post #330 |
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Elandir followed, though he doubted the druid had survived. |
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| chadden | Jul 29 2008, 10:59 PM Post #331 |
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Hurridly, Brae descended into the chamber where Korth lay. The druid was on the ground, breathing heavily and sweating from the pain he was in. But he was alive nonetheless. Brae knelt beside him. "Korth? Korth, say something!" |
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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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| Lathaon | Jul 30 2008, 04:27 PM Post #332 |
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Elandir noticed the gash on Korth's arm and the burnt flesh beside it. It was a wonder the druid had managed to summon enough strength to contain the magic. "I think we need a healer." |
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| chadden | Jul 30 2008, 04:48 PM Post #333 |
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Brae turned quickly towards Elandir. "Should we move him? Or should we bring one down here?" His mind was racing. Korth was in serious trouble, and the old druid had been a good friend to Brae. He didn't want him to die. He wouldn't let him die! |
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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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| Lathaon | Jul 30 2008, 05:03 PM Post #334 |
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"Go and find one. I think I can keep him alive for long enough with my own magic." |
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| chadden | Jul 30 2008, 06:11 PM Post #335 |
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Brae did not question, he barely even thought about it. He simply bolted up the stairs and rushed desperately towards the upper levels. |
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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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| Lathaon | Jul 30 2008, 09:51 PM Post #336 |
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Elandir knelt down beside Korth and summoned his healing magic. He gripped Korth's arm with one hand and gently touched the wound with the other, letting the magic flow through. This might make it hurt even more, he knew, but it would help to cleanse the wound and keep the druid alive. |
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| chadden | Jul 30 2008, 11:04 PM Post #337 |
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Korth's other hand clenched tightly into a fist and his face showed lines of great strain. He would scream if he had strenght enough to do so. ----- Brae burst out of the temple and ran down towards the army. He moved to the first soldier he could see. "Where can I find a healer, and a good one?!" he demanded. "Sir, the most powerful members of Weissland were called to the Eastern Spire for a meeting. I don't know if they're-" Brae was already running towards the spire. |
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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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| Hotshot | Jul 31 2008, 09:25 PM Post #338 |
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Lord Aldron walked in a short time later, led by the Seeker, apologized for being late, and took the final judge seat flanking Mordian. |
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| Fizban Dantares | Aug 1 2008, 03:38 PM Post #339 |
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At the same time as Lord Aldron entered the court room, Loter Arthious and Mistrandar Alicant made their entrance as well. They entered one by one and took place far back in the chamber, on the row furthest away from Drakkon and the judges. |
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| Mordus | Aug 2 2008, 04:31 AM Post #340 |
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The Dark Seeker
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The sordid and rising vastness of Asulien did little to dimisnish the imposing nature of it's structure; lending the sharp yet sturdy architecture to the strength of the masonry. Shades of grey shifted etherealy with beamed light. Creating a cityscape of uncertaint variety; plunged upon a canvas of light and dark. A blizzard and torrent of luminesence permeated the fabric of blackness and obivion which outlined every nonentity and defined every mirrage of realism within the real of ghosts. Amidst the raging maelstrom; a unity appears. Neither existant nor apparate it travels as a gap of reality. Amongst the clawing sea of souls, they are emptie; voids amidst the ocean. ((damn I'm drunk)) |
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