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| Hotshot | Dec 29 2008, 01:23 AM Post #981 |
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The Lord Castoden
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"Of course," said James. "And please keep everything about Mordain on the whole very low-key, if you could. I haven't decided how to announce it yet, or even what I'm announcing." |
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| Gorfang | Dec 29 2008, 03:16 AM Post #982 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Nathaniel nodded "Yes, my Liege." He bowed slightly before turning and walking away. The black-clad mage left the palace and headed out into the city to find one of the people he had spoken to earlier. |
![]() 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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| Gorfang | Jan 2 2009, 08:03 PM Post #983 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Nathaniel went from the palace and headed towards another part of the inner city. Everywhere was crowded, everyone moved into the inner city because the outer city had been devastated. He found one of the people he was looking for and they found an area where they could talk privately. Even so Nathaniel raised a spell which would alert him if anyone came too near, so the two Watchmen could go quiet and wait. Nathaniel told the man “There is something we must do now; it is of the utmost importance. Because of the influence of the monks, the King has had to banish Lord Mordain. The monks will try to kill him, and Shaellana is going with him. The King will not allow this and we must help them. The word will be spread, amongst the city here, as well as across Weissland. I have already sent spell spheres to several of our mages in other areas.” The man, a merchant by trade, replied “What would you have us do?” “Aid them in any way we can, hinder the monks in any way we can. But the King does not want any confrontation with the monks. That means we must use misdirection and misinformation. Tell the others, and then send a couple of our members out from the city now, to help spread the word and prepare the way.” The merchant nodded “Very well, I’ll see to it. What will you do?” Nathaniel thought for a moment before saying “I’ll see who else I can contact from here, and then I’ll probably ride out myself to do what I can. Go now; there is much work ahead of us.” The merchant shook Nathaniel’s hand and left, heading off to complete his mission. Within a few hours, two Watchmen, a mage and another merchant, rode out from the city of Asulien. |
![]() 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 | Jan 2 2009, 11:40 PM Post #984 |
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High Advisor to the Archmage
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"Drathmor has left a scar on this land. I expect it will take a long time to heal." said Zeal. Shaellana looked down on the people below the balcony. Hate filled her veins. "Well then let it. They've cast us aside. Maybe in time they'll see the mistake they've made." "You cannot blame them, Shaellana. It is the King, and the monks, who have forced this fate upon Mordain." "You speak the truth, Zeal. You have always spoken words of wisdom. But they go on ears deaffened by hate as long as you say them to me, I'm afraid." Zeal turned to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Hate cannot last forever." "Tell that to Mordain." |
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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 | Jan 3 2009, 04:03 AM Post #985 |
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The Lord Castoden
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The throne room was now quiet, and the sun was setting over the horizon. James's first day as king had been trying to say the least, and now he wanted to rest. He turned to Rebecca and squeezed her hand gently. She smiled and said, "You look exhausted." "I am; I won't be able to take this for the rest of my life," said James with a laugh. "Don't worry, it will get easier, and there won't always be a crisis," said Rebecca. "I know," said James. "I just thought everything would get easier once Drathmor was gone. Seems peacetime is more complicated than war. At least in war there is a clear enemy and everyone unites against it, despite their differences. Here...nothing is clear." "Well, trust your judgment," said Rebecca. She stood up, tugging on his arm to get him up off his throne. "Come to bed." James smiled and allowed her to pull him up and lead him off to their bedroom in the palace. |
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| Gorfang | Jan 4 2009, 11:20 PM Post #986 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Evening had arrived, the sun finally disappearing and the light fading. Nathaniel Drakkon made his way through the city, to find somewhere he could stay the night. Obviously, space was at a premium given the destruction wrought during the siege. The streets were emptying, celebration can only last so long. Tomorrow, he thought, perhaps tomorrow I will leave this city. A sudden pain in his chest forced him to stop, stoop slightly, trying to recover. Looking around, he saw a side-street. The mage moved with laboured steps, one arm held tightly against his chest. Finding it empty and darkened by shadow, the man leant against a wall, his head resting against the stone, as he tried to breath deeply. The pain was like a knife in his heart, twisting sharply with malice. |
![]() 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 | Jan 5 2009, 07:46 AM Post #987 |
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The Lord Castoden
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James lay down in his large bed, Rebecca crawling in next to him and resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her gently. "Rebecca," he whispered. "Yes?" she replied, not moving her head. "You're everything I could have ever asked for," said James. Rebecca picked her head up and looked James in the eyes. "So are you," she said. "I love you." James kissed her and replied, "I love you too. Goodnight, darling." "Goodnight," said Rebecca, resting her head once again on James's chest, and slowly, they both fell asleep. |
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| Mordus | Jan 8 2009, 03:38 AM Post #988 |
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The Dark Seeker
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Mordus staggered to his feet from his knees and drew his sword from the limp corpse of Xalis'Kahn. A fleshy sound accompanied it as the body arose momentarily before falling as the blade left its bloodied remnants. Mordus breathed in heavingly as he felt the exhaustion and searing pain of dozens of cuts wash over him. He was riddled with channels of carved flesh from the Diciple's scythe arm. Yet as he stood, barely, he could feel the cold shiver of satisfaction permeate his body - sending yet more pain with a grimace through his punished limbs. This was the end and he had claimed his vengance. Kuren and his father could rest easier knowing their doom had been smoten down. With a vicious snarl he lunged at the carcass and hacked with his sword at the chest cavity. Ripping unceramoniously at ribbs and sinew he plunged an arm in and jerked the blackened fleshy lump of a heart out from Xalis'Kahn. This would be his trophy he thought as he pushed it into a leather pouch at his belt. The momentus achievement of just surviving the battle hit him as he surveyed the field of carnage. The hordes had left him to battle with their general as they ravaged the rest of the walls and city. But how could it be over? What trickery was this. A victory against Drathmor... He could not think clearly as his head spinned and his parched throat croaked a strained cough. Wondering at the fate of other he begun to wander slowly into the city. |
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| chadden | Jan 9 2009, 09:19 AM Post #989 |
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Shaellana walked through the city, towards the holding place of the artefacts. Before she and Mordain left, she wanted to ensure they were all accounted for. |
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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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| Gorfang | Jan 9 2009, 08:20 PM Post #990 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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The spirit. It had found a way to cause him physical harm. Nathaniel had wondered why Lilith had been so quiet, especially during the battle. This must have been the reason why, she was learning, learning how to effect the world with greater skill. And the spirit was using it to hurt him. Drakkon thought darkly, how long before she is able to kill me? This has to end, I just don't know how. With the pain subsiding for now, the black-clad mage left the shadows and continued on his way. |
![]() 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 | Jan 10 2009, 01:35 PM Post #991 |
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Marr had been walking the streets, thinking back on what Shaellana had told him. With Mordain's position now falling to him, he would need to take on a lot more responsibility. Just then, he spotted someone walking through the streets. He called to them and walked over. "Lord Mordus!" |
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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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| Mordus | Jan 11 2009, 06:53 AM Post #992 |
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The Dark Seeker
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Mordus flinched and stood upright from his wretched walking. He looked but a shadow of his former self, draped in torn cloak and bloodied clothing. The voice of Marr brought a semblance of stability back to his person. "What news do you carry...man of Weissland?" He asked as he raised his head. Leaning on his sword for support he tried to appear his stately former self, but stumbled as he lost his balance. |
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| chadden | Jan 11 2009, 10:16 PM Post #993 |
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"You've been gone for a day, now. Lord Castoden has been crowned King, and Lord Mordain has been banished by the King's command. It is in a misguided effort to appease the servants of Aracen." |
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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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| Mordus | Jan 12 2009, 12:18 AM Post #994 |
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The Dark Seeker
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"What?!" He spat out in shock. "This cannot be. You speak the truth? Answer!" Marr nodded curtly. "He would throw asside one of the only men keeping this wretched country together?" He stood wincingly up straight with the taste of bile filling his mouth in disgust. Mordus starred blankly into the bloodied dirt. First the Arch Mage, and now Mordain. Weissland was unraveling at the seams. His home was crumbling all around him. He would be next. The servants of Aracen would surely see to that. "And those robed old monks, scheeming their rotted face into high oblivion no doubt...What luck is this? We remain alive only to be lorded over by supercilious Realmers and old fools!" He glared at Marr as he worked himself into ignoble anger. Yet suspicion smothered any overbearing rage and he eyed Marr. Now in unfavourable light. "I must leave you. Thank you for the tidings...Goodbye." He put his sword in his belt and walked quickly further into the interrior. He could feel a cold resolve creep into his bones with every step. This was surely the end. The austere stone of the vaults loomed closer as he made his way through streets and alleys. If there were people around him he did not notice. The place was dead to him. |
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| chadden | Jan 12 2009, 01:11 AM Post #995 |
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Shaellana stood near the entrance, looking over the artefacts. Some had once been used for good, others for evil and some had been taken before they could be used for either. It was a collection of some of the most powerful items in the world, all kept hidden within Weissland. Just then, she heard a footfall. The guards had been dispatched some time ago and the moon was high. She was alone, as far as she knew. She turned and scanned the area, but could see nothing. "Is someone there?" she called out. |
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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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| Mordus | Jan 12 2009, 01:38 AM Post #996 |
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"Not for long." Mordus said as he stepped out of the dark. He drew his sword but vanished in an instant. Leaving no trace but a whisp of green smoke hanging in the air. The sound of flesh and steel reverberated unnaturally as he reappeared before her and ran her through. He held her up with one hand on her back as she slumped. He looked into her face. The wet sound of blood dripped from the protruding blade point. |
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| chadden | Jan 12 2009, 01:42 AM Post #997 |
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Shaellana's eyes went wide for a brief instant of shock as she came to terms with what had happened. Her hands gently clutched at the blade, and her eyes still searched for the attacker. But she knew who it was, with or without sight. "M-Mordus..." she said faintly. ----- --Enters from Dark Elf Camp-- Mordain felt it; he felt Shaellana's pain. It shot through him like a plague. He flew low through the streets, heading straight for the High Seeker. His fists were clenched at his sides and sparks of red, demonic lightning flickered from his form. |
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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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| Mordus | Jan 12 2009, 02:03 AM Post #998 |
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The Dark Seeker
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"This is where we part." He said coldly and let the body fall limply off the sword. The blood looked black in the moonlight. He turned and tore open a metal chest with a wave of his hand. It would have been near impossible in Ataya, but the haste of transportation had left the artefacts vulnerable. A pale glow emmanated from the ruptured casket and he stepped forward, catching sight of the clawed points around its cold metal surface. He reached a hand in and drew out the crown. The thing felt revolting to hold but he did not care - placing it on his head a grim satisfaction entered his eye. He walked out of the building to the moonlit street and breathed in deeply. The street darkened as if the light was being forced out and at the same time his wounds receded. "Let the tragedy unfold." He laughed to himself. |
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| Gorfang | Jan 12 2009, 02:05 AM Post #999 |
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Nathaniel Drakkon
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Nathaniel made his way through the city, negotiating his way through crowds. There was really nowhere for him to go, the place he had been given as a barracks before the battle was in the outer city, now ruined. Mostly he was looking for something to occupy his time until the morning. He was not sure what tomorrow would bring, but it would give him a better starting point. |
![]() 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 | Jan 12 2009, 02:07 AM Post #1000 |
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Shaellana fell to the ground, clinging to her last moments. But her life was ending; she knew that. She had been... betrayed. ----- Mordain dropped from the sky, landing next to Shaellana. He looked down at her as the spark of life left her and her eyes closed gently. Sparks of demonic power struck and blackened the ground around him as he slowly rose to his full height. He was not hiding beneath robes or shrouds; his demonic form was clear. He saw Mordus standing in the entrance to the vault. Upon his head was the Crown of Damnation. Mordain's hand raised from his side. He pointed at Mordus. "You!" he said in a voice burried beneath hatred and fury. "What have you done, Mordus?" |
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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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