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Dark_Master
04/17/2002 9:57 AM

Micheal sped through the woods, dodging and twisting past the trees, protuding branches tearing at his red robes as though trying to stop and hold him in order to hand him over to his pursuers.

He had left his disc of mage-flight at home after seeing the mob gathering outside his house and fled. His building rage had persuaded him to stay and fend off the mob, though not long past his test, he had enough power to hold these slobs at bay...for a while at least. But he succum his sisters pleas and left, making sure that he got their attention so as not to harm her.

He cared too deeply for Michelle for her to come to harm. he had sworn to protect her at all costs when their parents died when they were 17, this was his main drive to complete his studies of magic and gain power to shelter her, though she was by no means incapable of protecting her self, being a black belt in Karate.

He ran through the housing estate and into the woods where he now was. Fear pumped through him, fear and anger. Who do they think they are...a war against the mages would prove futile. but such words were lost on the pack of hyenas that where hunting him. Thirsty for his blood. Coming to the end of the woods and onto the main path, he cast a minor illusion spell, which was a mirror mimic of himself. As he ran one way, the illusion ran the other. Emerging from the woods, the crowd spotted the illusion and ran after it. It would be some time before they discovered that it wasn't real.

Returning secretly to his house, he found Michelle weaping on the floor in the living room. Seeing him she lept up and gave him a hug, tears soaking his robes. "I thought they had caught up with you and k..kil..." She never finished her sentence as a new set of tears streamed down her face. "No they did not catch me, i conjoured an illusion that should keep them busy for now."

"But there is not much time..they will find it wasn't real and return here, they will find an empty house. Do not take anything with you, we will not have the room." She stood dumb-founded...leave their home...they couldn't...she watched him ascend the stairs and followed listlessly. She asked why the had to leave...he wasn't evil and wouldn't do any harm to them. In return he explained that people have always been afraid of what they cannot comrehend and so lash out at it. They perceive all magic to be evil and have it fixated in their minds. He pulled out his disc of mage-flight. "We are travelling by that ?!!" Michelle was bewildered, the disc was barely big enough for the two of them to stand on, never mind fly on.

The Disc of Mage-Flight had been a gift from his mentor, a red robe mage, after he had passed his test, rather impressively according to the old man. The head of the conclave had also been impressed by the young mages performance, who had came out virtually untouched from the ordeal except for one instance, a thought he had pushed to the back of his mind and there he made sure it would stay. However, the disc. Enscribed with many powerful and realitively ancient runes of levetation and anti-gravity, the disc had the ability to fly, and so, gave its rider the same ability. It was made of polished silver, a smooth flat top, and a curved rounded under, where the runes were placed. On the top, more runes were craved into it, however, these were runes of holding and constraint. It would not do for the rider to fall off and so these keep him or her in place whilst in the air.

"I realise that Michelle but it will have to do for now, we can squeeze on it, don't worry you won't fall off. I promise." Taking the disc out into the back garden, he stood on it and activated the runes, his feet held steadfast, and then Michelle stood on. The disc hovered slightly then spirled upwards into the air. Turning, Micheal headed south towards the tower of high sorcery, going slowly enough so that Michelle was not terrified, she had a slight fear of heights and buried her head in his shoulder.
'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

Dark_Master
04/17/2002 10:04 AM

OOC: Right basically, it is set during the present, however magic, dragons etc. exists. The chaos war did happen, but the Gods were able to return, they grew in power over the eons and entrapped chaos once more. Never to be released. With their return they re-intorduced magic, as a great deal about the gods had been forgotten and they were considered myths. They secretly brought about magics integration and of course tis presence was not that welcome by many, who have started to rebell against its use. They are attempting to persude the Governments of the world to ban it, however it is still under debate.

You can be of any race, though humans have become the most dominant species (obviously) and so other races are not that common, many are in hiding. This is hopefully going to run along the lines of the Lost Battles the mages of ancient had fought aginst the Kingpriest.

If any one wants to be the leader of the anti-magic movement please fell free to be so.'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

thistledown
04/17/2002 10:27 AM

(OOC: I like the idea, and this is the 5th thread to use the future timeline premise. I would like it if we can keep the timeine consistant throughout thoughout the forum. Please read the thread titled "New Thread." Then we can either go with this thread or you can join that one. I'll be using timesplit in either one.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Dark_Master
04/17/2002 10:43 AM

OOC: Thistle..i posted that thread. But i would prefer to try and keep it seperate from New Thread if you don't mind too much. That thread a different plot so i would like to make it a different one entirely, hope this doesn't confuse things for you or any of the other characters wanting to join in.'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

starlite4774
04/17/2002 1:47 PM

((OOC: But...but...but...

Oh, whatever. I shall be watching, maybe join...hmm...))Computer games don't affect kids…if Pacman had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms munching on magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

thistledown
04/17/2002 2:53 PM

(OOC: Oops. Guess I should have remembered that. No problem. The other threads that deal with the far future (present) of krynn are "Hear of Darkness" and "Heart of Darkness Legends" and one other I can't remember the name of. Then set much farther in the future is "Duel of Fates." It would make the most sence if your thread is set about 30 years or so before those. But the future has many posibilities, and you could pick any of them. Do what ever you want with it.)

"They're not in this time." Timesplit reminded himself as he walked around his rather large house in Palanthas. The history department at the University had never met a person with such knowledge of ancient history and had granted him a profesorship a few years before. "If only they knew the truth about what I am." He grinned to himself. "Well, I suppose I am doing the best I can, hiding away mages and getting them to safety. Which is why, I suppose, you are here." He says as he turns to...The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Kalia_Majere
04/17/2002 9:35 PM

SkyTouch turned his head, And smiled at Timesplit. "Thank you Timesplit..." He said, his blue eyes dark. The Young Half-elf frowned, his silver-grey hair tied back in a pony tail at his neck.

"We have to get as many mages to safty as possible. We Dragons are rare, and our magics are even rarer still, My ancesters where a proud race....now we hide, feared and hated. The Matriarch of my line was once known as the True Daughter of Paladine...Her joint with the Son of Takhisis, The Dark Crystal Dragon Navare, Spawned the Silver Crystal dragons...We are few, but we have survived."

Skytouch turned to Timesplit and smiled ruefully. "But then again, we Dragons always did perservere in one way or another.""I wanted to save the world...." the Unicorn said, the light fading from her horn.

The Darkness smiled around her..."It is enough to save yourself..."

thistledown
04/17/2002 11:59 PM

(OOC: Now what do I do? I was reminded of the underground railroad during the civil war, only now it is mages instead. Timesplit can be a link on it but I don't know what to have him do. I'll try to think of something by tommorow. Until then, let's get more people.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Dark_Master
04/18/2002 11:18 AM

Micheal came to the Tower of High Sorcery, its white granite wall smoothed to perfection by magic and hand. Michelle had fallen asleep during the long flight and he had to keep waking her up, for some reason he had been expected and the forest brought him to the Tower. He landed in the court yard and was met by a member of the white robes, who looked rather puffed out and worried.

"Who are you?" He asked quickly. Micheal answered " I am Micheal Greenan of the Red Robes...i have come seeking advice from the Head of the Conclave...is he residing in the Tower at present?"

"Of course he is young man...why do you wish to speak with him?" He eyed Michelle suspicously who cowered slightly behind Micheal. "We were attacked by a mob. They had intended to end my life because of my use of magic...which they proclaimed is evil....evil by all the gods!....anyway i diverted their attention and escaped with my sister Michelle you see behind me." The white robes glare softend at the news of an attack and was obviously concerned for them.

"Yes son.... the Master Mage is in Conclave just now but it will be over soon...you may speak with him then...please let me lead you two to a room where you can refesh from your journey."

The white robe led them to a room on the middle levels...a guest room for unexpected visitors...a luxourious room none the less. Once inside the mage departed to let the Master Mage know of their arrival and reason for it.

While waiting, Michelle fell asleep on the bed and Micheal sat on the chair next to it, watching protectively over her, and studying his spell books.'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

[Edited by Dark_Master on Thursday, April 18, 2002 2:08 PM]

starlite4774
04/18/2002 3:40 PM

Michelle Greenan shivered, seemingly in her sleep. She was very careful not to let her brother know she was still awake--Michael was so protective of her that it sometimes wore him out and now she feared that he would too tense if she were awake, sitting up, so pale...

The magical flight had left her dizzy and exhausted. This place didn't do much to help...it was beautiful in an eerie way that made Michelle distrust it...

She shivered again and clenched her eyes shut. She wanted to go home, to lie in her bed and...tears streamed down her white cheeks, mingling with her windblown hair. The tangled mass--such a dark black that people often asked her why she dyed her hair blue--needed to be combed and parted...but Michelle didn't want to move for fear she would think about home again. All of it, gone...

People think I'm so tough and now look at me! she thought in dispair. People did think she was tough...people at school. Because of her skill in karate and the way she was so casual about her top grades. The truth was that she was a wuss, had learned karate because she was scared and that she was constantly worried about her future in the difficult field of physics...and only her brother knew. Only Michael.

And somehow that just made her feel worse.

She watched him from between cracked eyelids, being careful not to let her violet blue orbs glint in the candlelight. She didn't trust his magic and would have been deathly scared of it had she not trusted him so much. If he said it was safe, it was. That was all there was to it...

Confident that Michael was deep in his studies, Michelle reached down and smoothed her blue rose-covered dress. It was spring, time for leafy clothes that revealed just enough to draw admiring eyes but stave off admiring hands. She ran her slender fingers through her hair and then reached to her neck.

A sword pendent hung there, embracing the velvet skin. It had always been there, she couldn't ever remember taking it off. It was a kind of magic of her own...that is, it warmed to her touch, the small violet jewel glowing with a soft inner light. No one had ever been able to figure out what it did beyond that. She had, after a lot of searching, found out what the letters that wrapped down its blade said.

It was greek, an ancient, dead language.

ßρύsη ßasίλeιο tου pιθaνόtηta

Tap into the Realms of Possibility.

Michelle, if she thought about it too much, was scared and intriqued by this saying and what it might mean for her.

So, naturally, she tried not to think about it too much.

Sighing softly and taking one last glance at her beloved brother, Michelle clutched the sword pendent and fell into a fitful sleep.Computer games don't affect kids…if Pacman had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms munching on magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

Dark_Master
04/19/2002 5:34 AM

OOC: Ohh...i like it.

BIC: Micheal continued studying his spell book. He had recently been studying spells within the realm of war, after fearing that the rumours of mages being stoned and killed for practicing magic, he intended to be prepared for such an attack. He had only passed his test roughly 2 years ago and so was young in his craft but was still strong. Micheal also made sure that he kept his body in good nick aswell, it wouldn't do for him to pass out from constant spell casting if in a sticky situation, and so he work out regulary but devoted the remainder of his waking time studying his spells and researching new ones.

Just now he was attempting to learn a great deal more about pyrotechnics and other offensive spells, but he was stumped one this one word....

Lamena Atous o' glaerenia Tasfe.... Oh by Lunitari what is it! This bloody word...oh i give up!!...No just calm down..think about it...what must the relationship with the other words be..... before he could think anymore..a voice from the corner startled him. "I take it that you are Micheal?" Micheal jumped out of his seat and stood by Michelle..."Who are you?" A figure clad in black robes emerged from the shadows. He was in his late sixties. His iron grey hair fell to his shoulders and his wrinkled face held two beady eyes. It was the head of the conclave.

"Forgive me master...you startled me. Yes i am Micheal" The old man turned his head to Michelle and then back to Micheal. "Forgive me ....you came to tell me of an attack by some mob....i already know...it was the topic of discussion during the Conclave meeting...yours is not the only one to occur of late. These events are happening all over the World unfortunately....people turning against magic because they think it is all of an evil nature."

"But is there nothing we can do...can we not fight back...i am more than willing to do this if it protects magic...and Michelle."

"Such a thought has been put forward and despite the objections of certain mages we are still considering such an action...perhaps a demonstration of power to quail their anger and put in its place fear....'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

Dark_Master
04/19/2002 8:46 AM

Micheal could feel a similar notion brewing deep inside himself....Teach them all a lesson.... "However.." The Conclave head continued suddenly "I am aware and take into a ccount that a great many are also in support of us mages. They understand the benefits that it brings to this modern society. But we must eventually come to a more..peaceful solution..while we can create a great deal of destruction and chaos amoungst the peoples of this world...we ourselfs must be aware of the dangers that face us."

He looked puzzled for a while and then answered the master mage "Spell casting...it drains us and we would need to re-memorise our spells....such a time would leave us vulnerable to attack....i understand now." Micheal looked at Michelle lying asleep on the bed....

"Would you mind taking care of her for the time being Master...i need to leave this place and look for answers...to a question that i am not sure a even know yet. " The latter he said quitly but it did not pass the Master Mages ears, who smiled slightly.

"Of course young mage...i shall see that she is properly attended to during your leave."

On that the old man left leaving behind the smell of magic in the air. Micheal left the room and headed back down to the court yard where he had left the Disc of Mage-Flight. Stepping on it he activated the runes and flew up high into the air. He headed towards the city of Palanthas...he knew of person there who might be able to give hi the question that he needed to know the answer to. Micheal cast a haste spell on the disc, and was soon a faded spot on the horison.....

Back in the room, a note was scribble on a piece of paper next to Michelle.

Be back soon....'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

[Edited by Dark_Master on Friday, April 19, 2002 8:48 AM]

thistledown
04/19/2002 12:38 PM

"After all that has happened to me, I wouldn't be surprised if I had dragon somewhere in my history, but it is doubtful, considering I'm from earth. Magic isn't very popular there either. Now, as to you. As you know, safehavens for mages are becoming rare. Taladas is against us almost as much as here on Ansalon, and the dragon Isles are getting far too crowded. In fact, they recently stopped accepting refuges. I take it you'd like to stay on Krynn and in this time period, so sending you back to my time or to earth is out."

"Profesor?" A maid called .

"Yes Mary?"

"A call for you. From the tower. They say it's urget."

"Alright, I'll take it in here." He turns back to SkyTouch. "This sounds bad, hold on a minute."

He picks up the phone and speaks into it. "This is Profesor Timesplit.
Yes.
Already?
Damn. How many?
Understood. I'll be there as soon as I can."
He hangs up the phone and turns to SkyTouch. "It seams we'll have to decide this later. The city council has decided to remove the Tower of High Sorcery here in Palanthas, and a mob is already moving on it. I've got to get there first. Want to come along?"The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

thistledown
04/19/2002 12:42 PM

(OOC: I had to rewrite that real fast after I read your post. Tell you what, have your guy go to the prof's house and find that he's already left, then meet him at the tower.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

starlite4774
04/19/2002 1:49 PM

((OOC: A black robe in charge? Interesting...))

Michelle woke with a start and shifted slightly, keeping her eyes closed. She was a very light sleeper--someone down the street could break a dish or curse real loud and she would hear it and wake. If someone entered the room or walked past in the hall, she heard them instantly, though whether this was because she was that damn good or because she was paranoid, Michelle hadn't the faintest clue.

Regardless, she was awake now. She shifted again and fell back into a half-sleep, waiting for her conscious to catch up with whatever had registered on her subconscious. She knew it wasn't Michael--he never woke her up like that.

The young woman was just starting to feel her breath regulate itself when she realized that someone else was indeed in the room. Then he spoke. Michelle forced herself to keep still. Weird things are bound to happen around here, she told herself fevorishly. Eerie things...

Michael reacted much more violently than she, though it was clear after a moment that he recognized the man in the dark robes. They talked, and Michelle listened. She was suprisingly interested in what they were saying. After all, she told herself a moment later. it involves his safety...

She shivered and kept listening. Michael brought up the idea of fighting back and the dark man answered with his belief that it was time for a show of force to quell the fear and put people in their places.

Had she been a bit bolder, Michelle would have laughed. A show of force! To get rid of fear! She thought about her own view of magic and how powerless she felt against it...she would never hurt those with the power, never be predjuice in such a way...but even she knew that the worst possible thing they could do is fight fear by spreading more fear!

But she said nothing.

Teach them all a lesson. A lesson in what? That predjuices are wrong and ignorant, or that such riots were futile in the face of overwhelming power? It sounded as if the dark man was all for the latter. And he was in charge?

Still Michelle said nothing.

The dark man kept talking and while he said things about peace and innocents, Michelle didn't trust the tone of his voice, the glint in his dark eyes. It's just your imagination, she told herself. After all, she had just woken up.

"Would you mind taking care of her for the time being Master..."

Michelle sat up sharply. Michael--with his back to her--didn't notice. The master, however, did. His sharp eyes peered over her brother's shoulder as he agreed.

She wanted to argue so bad! She wanted Michael to always stay with her, where she could be sure he was okay...

But the dark man scared her into silence. She rationalized it quickly. Michael knew best, he had always done what was right for her.

Besides, there wasn't much she could do to stop him.

Michelle lay back down and squeezed her eyes shut. She heard them both leave and then stood up too quickly. She swayed on her feet, watching the world fade out and in before her eyes as if reality was nothing more than a bunch of arranged pixels on a cosmic computer.

She rather liked that. A computer she understood.

Discovering the hastily scribbled note in her brother's messy handwriting, Michelle clutched it and wandered back over to the bed. It creaked in protest as she perched precariously on one corner, watching in fascination as wet spots appeared on the paper...one by one...

She was exhausted again. But she knew she wouldn't sleep. She couldn't...

She looked up and into the face of the dark man. She had known he was there even if she hadn't heard even a whisper to announce his enterance. He peered at her.

"Where did my brother go? Is he in danger?" she flinched, suprised at her own courage. The dark man just smiled at her, his black eyes glittering with eagerness. He was going to say something and she suddenly wasn't sure she wanted to hear it.

He opened his mouth and Michelle felt faint.

((OOC: Hehe. I have to talk to ya, Dark Master. Though it can wait. I have some ideas that you can play off, if you like them. Or you can just run away with this and suprise me. :)))Computer games don't affect kids…if Pacman had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms munching on magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

Dark_Master
04/20/2002 2:33 AM

OOC: Ok...i try catch you on MSN. Yeah i figured that a black robe as head would be slightly different.

BIC: Micheal came to Palanthas...he considered landing in he city, but knew that he would draw unwanted attention to himself. So he landed just outside the city wall, where there where no gaurds at the moment. He cast a minor invisability spell on the disc and watched as it faded away. He marked the area so that he could find it again.

Heading towards the city gates he stopped suddenly and wondered if the guards would permit him to enter. Then he realised that there had to be some sort of secret entrance, there had to be....how else would the Kender gain entry into the city.

He wondered away from the gates, quietly, and rounded the city, checking the walls and making sure that no guards could see him. He grew frustrated...he couldn't find ant cracks or openings. He stopped and placed a hand against the wall. I'll just have to make one He began to chant softly, making the appropriate gestures and signs.

Part of the wall melted, a small section. It swirled and created a whole. He entered the short tunnel and came out on the otherside, the wall closing up behind him.

He decided to head for Timesplit's home...he knew that the man was helping mages escape secretly from the city and go into hiding. He thought it best that he make his presence unknown and make his way secretly to his destination. Coming out from the alley way..he prepared to cast another spell of invisability...but he had no need to....the place was deserted.

"What the...whats going on here?" Fearing some sort of trap he trded carefully, the words of a spell on his lips. No one was here...suddenly he heard alot of shouting and cursing coming from somewhere. Ignoring it for the time being he made his way to Timesplit's.

Rounding the corner and coming to the safe house, he knock on the door and waited for an answer, none came in response. He tried to open the door but it was locked....the shouting came again, this time louder and mor violent.

His face paled and he realised where the shouts where coming from....The Tower of High Sorcery.

Running as fast as he could...he could see the tower, its peak reaching towads the heavens. He stopped and his jaw dropped at the size of the crowd that had gathered outside. He spotted Timesplit....

Rage filled him...Who do they think they are?!! His anger seethed..growing...his right hand twitched, his power hand. The words of a spell formed on his lips, a killing spell, energy gathered in his hands......'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

Kalia_Majere
04/20/2002 2:01 PM

Skytouch ran beside Timesplit. His hair had come loose of the clip that he used to keep it out of his face, and the silver-grey waves fell loosely around his face. His blue eyes narrowed in anger at this stupid display. He itched to transform...to show these ignorant humans just what magic could really do.

abruptly the back of his neck tingled, and he spotted a mage making his way towards them, his keen dragonsight caught the engergies gathering in the mage's hand as his anger grew.

"TimeSplit...we had better do something fast....or this is going to be a complete free-for-all...I could pose a distraction...very easily...This crowd won't expect a dragon in their midst...." SkyTouch whispered, his blue eyes dark with anger."I wanted to save the world...." the Unicorn said, the light fading from her horn.

The Darkness smiled around her..."It is enough to save yourself..."

thistledown
04/20/2002 6:46 PM

"Perhaps that won't be needed." Timesplit told him. "If you do, it would blow my cover. And if I lose that, I won't be able to get anybody else to safety. Still, we must do something. Micheal! Calm down. I hate this as well, but doing that kind of spell will solve nothing. Come with me. I'm going to try something, but I can't do it here."

Timesplitmoves down another street,then into an abandoned alley where he used his magic to levitate a sewer grating. "Get in!" He told the others, and then climbed into the sewer after them. "Follow me." The group followed Timesplit through the sewers to a blank wall. Chanting words of magic, the wall disapeared, to reveal a stairway leading up into the tower. Explaining his group to the watchman, Timesplit ran up the stairs to a window, where he began spell casting.

"Ask Scivant Tsarothen!" A blue light surrounded the tower and then a shimmering shield encased it. "Slok Sunoi!" He shouted as the field began to converge on itself, and abrubtly, the spell reversed itself, with an explosion emintating from the tower.

"While not the exact spell that I cast, I have effectively put the entire world into stasis except for this tower. Now, Micheal, what is happening?"The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Kalia_Majere
04/20/2002 6:54 PM

Skytouch studied the other man intently as he searched the pockets of his black denim jeans for another hiar tie. while he tied his hair back, he muttered ceaslessly in draconic under his breath.

Skytouch's usually lighthearted and somwhat cockey attitude was overshadowed by the tension in his eyes....the weight of the dragon heirarchy rested on his wings...he was next in line...His mother...The Matriarch Kaliyana...was ageing...her time would be done soon....

The dragons of light relied on the silver crystal dragons to lead them through peace in this warring world....Magic would one day prevail....A Fanatic does what he thinks the Gods would do if They knew the facts of the case Finley Peter Dunne

Dark_Master
04/21/2002 4:12 AM

Rage still blinded Micheal. All he could see was a red haze in front of him, but Timesplit pulled him out of it. "Whats going on? What do you think is going on...people are revolting against magic!!....sorry i...i'm just tired from travelling and then...finding those people just angered me more. But to be honest i'm not entirely sure whats going on. The conclave are stilling debating about wheather or not to take action against the people....put them in there place so to speak."

"If the head of the conclave has his way, which he undoubtably will, mages will be called up to fight back...any further attacks will be met with aggression....and believe me these people won't stand much of a chance."

"I know that the black robes are all for the idea, the reds are swaying. Like me, they see that the threat must be crushed, but also that any sort of violent action on our part might provoke more people to join in the fight. The whites...as you could guess...are utterly against the idea...they think that a more peaceful solution can be made...but i'm not so sure about that."

"Why where they attempting to raid the tower? "'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

thistledown
04/21/2002 11:36 AM

"Tonight the city council voted to remove the tower. Although this may not have been the means they put forward at the council meeting, I think they knew this would happen." Timesplit, now in his early 40's, regarded Micheal intently, as he thought about the council.

"My actions make it necesary that I not be a part of the orders of magic, for there are spys in their ranks as well. Thus I am not subject to what they decide, but neither can I directly influence their decisions. I too doubt that a peaceful decision can be made. But, I do not think violence will solve much either. There are far too many mundanes to win this battle, and even if we did, the survirors would live in fear of us till they died. Over 2 thousand years ago, at the time of the first cataclysm, there were five towers, and the mages were under attack then as well. They destroyed two of the towers and the cities near them. But it only made the mundanes hate Mages more. No, I don't belive that it would help now either. Now, the question is, ... what can we do?"

(OOC: Come on, ask about the other towers, ask it.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Kalia_Majere
04/21/2002 2:00 PM

SkyTouch's brow furrowed. He didn't like where this was heading...He crossed his arms, and looked back level with TimeSplit.

"What do we do about the towers now?? If they destroy those havens, where will the mages go Timesplit? These towers hold the most powerful books in all the World...if they are destroyed...." SkyTouch trailed off, his blue eyes somber.

"I don't like this Timesplit...." He muttered as he stole a glance at Michael, wondering if this mage knew who he was. SkyTouch shrugged, and leaned against the wall. "so now what?" he said pensively.A Fanatic does what he thinks the Gods would do if They knew the facts of the case Finley Peter Dunne

thistledown
04/21/2002 4:12 PM

Timesplit seems to lose some of his confidence as he explains to the others. "This tower was attacked then, too. The mages decided to let the city have it. But one, a black robe, stayed behind. When the mob reached the tower, he lept from the top and cast a curse on it. It was a long time before that curse was lifted, and longer still before the tower welcomed many people. It stopped the mob from getting it, but it cut the tower off from the world for hundreds of years. We can't afford that now."

"Also, when the mages left then, they took a great deal of their things to the tower at wayreth. I do not think the tower will be able to hide much longer. Eventually, it will be found. And it, above all others, is what the mundanes want the most."

"Robert!" Timesplit called to one of the red-robes in the tower. "Contact the other towers in Wayreth, Solanthus, Sanction, and Balifor. Make sure they know what is going on and ask what they recomend."

"But, Profesor, the stasis shield, ..." The young mage stampered.

"By the time you get the messages prepared, the shield will be down. Now go quickly!"

"Yes sir!" And the red robe scampered off.

Turning back to Micheal and SkyTouch, he addressed them again. "Now, we wait."

(OOC: Ok, lets get somebody to be leading this mob!)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Dark_Master
04/22/2002 8:18 AM

Micheal thought for a moment...he was still dizzy from the inexplicable rage he had felt....but he had enjoyed it, it made him feel powerful enough to take on a flight of dragons.

He vaguely heard Timesplit say something about the shield surrounding the tower and how it will be going down shortly. "What do we do once the shield has dissappeared...i mean won't the mob try and enter the tower....actually i say we just let them try it....i wouldn't mind a little warm up..."

He guessed from Timesplit's glance that he didn't approve...he was right anyway....Micheal might have been able to take out a handful of the crowd out...but he would eventually get tired, as would the other mages....the mob would rip them to shreds.

He cast a glance at SkyTouch....he hadn't really paid attention to the man but there was something odd about him. He felt as though he should know but thought nothing of it...perhaps he was a college of Timesplits....he definately had a strong aura of power surrounding him....Micheal was interested.'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

thistledown
04/23/2002 9:47 AM

"My magic or not, the gate it still in place. And no force on krynn can force them. But there are other ways around them.The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Kriegor
04/23/2002 10:32 AM

OOC: Hi all new to the board but not this type of gaming or dragonlance. I have been looking for a chance to jump into some story, and if you allow it, I would like to start with the head of the mob.

Dark_Master
04/23/2002 10:47 AM

OOC: Yeah sure your welcome to be the ring leader. Welcome to the forum.'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

Kriegor
04/24/2002 10:47 AM

Wesson couldn't help but smile as he watched the mob move on the mages tower. He thought back to all the trials and tribulations he had gone through to get that blasted council to finally approve the destruction of the tower. He had been waiting for this judgement for five years now.

Wesson was considered short by most people's standards, however, a head taller than most dwarfs. He wasn't much for the ladies to swoon at either. His youth had been spent in Sanction. At the age of ten his parents sent him to a nearby academy for magi, since they didn't know what else this pudgy boy would ammount to. All prior attempts to mold or shape this youth into something more had failed miserably. The academy became another notch in the proverbial bedpost. Seven years later the magius instructor deemed him unfit and too ignorant to become a mage of any worth. This label placed on him, lit the fire of hatred that would fuel Wesson's campaign against magi everywhere.

He arrived in Palathas six years ago, a drifter. It had taken him about a year and a half to establish himself as a very medocre butcher, using what little he had learned from his father. All the while he had one purpose in his mind, the perscution of mages everywhere. What better place to start than a city that contained a tower that at one point in time made most people cower in fear. Wesson though he could very easily gain support for an anti-mage movement. Little did he realize there were more people than even he could imagine that distrusted and hated mages for one reason or another. One night at their secret meeting his new friend Robion suggested the cancer to their beautiful city, should be irraticated. This was met with murmurs at first, but shortly after the crowd was hollering and screaming in approval.

It had not been an easy task to covince those pompus nobles on the council of Palanthas. It was a long drawn out process of impressing them, pointing out how evil and damaging the tower was to the glorius city. Finally after three years of this frustrating, mundane lobbying he finally got what he wanted. And now the mages would get what they so rightfully deserved.

thistledown
04/24/2002 2:52 PM

(OOC: Nice intro.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Kriegor
04/25/2002 10:34 AM

Wesson felt someone shake his shoulder, bringing him back from his reminiscing.
"Wes, are you alive?"
His euphoric gaze turned toward the man who interruped his moment in the light, quick regaining his composure. The man was a tall, well built man, but had a face only his mother could love. His face was blanketed with burn marks and scars. Even his big arms, which were not well defined, were covered in the same marks that disfigured his face. It was his friend Robion, a local blacksmith. Robion wasn't a very good blacksmith, but more of the lower class citizens of Palanthas would claim his work was good enough for anything other than weapons and armor. Needless to say, Robion did not have much money himself either which is what led to he and Wesson becoming close friends. "We unfortunates have to look after each other." Wesson would always tell Robion. The two men were always picking each other up when one was down.
"What, what is it Robion." Wesson asked.
"There is a small problem, one we did not account for." Robion replied a worried look on his face.
"What could have possibly gone wrong, the plan was flawless." boasted Wesson, not wanting to let anything spoil this glorious moment.
Robion paused, not wanting to hurt his friend's pride, "There.......There seems to be some kind of shield surrounding the tower. We are simple townspeople and haven't the slightest idea how to break it."
"Blast!" Wesson was furious, the light he could feel shining on him, suddenly dimmed. His moment was being snatched from him. His soul was once again becomming overwhelmed with despair. He could feel the magi laughing at him again, and this turned his despair into a burning anger. He would not let this arrogent fools show him up again. Somehow, someway he was going to get into the tower and make them pay. He....suddenly it occured to him, an option he had overlooked. "Tell the mob to attack the shield in anyway they can, but keep your distance. There is no telling what those sly and cunning evil mages will try. This is just a distraction mind you. I have just the answer at home. We will fight fire with fire. Go Robion!"
Robion, a confused look on his face ran off towards the mob, while Wesson turned the other way and headed towards his shop. He had just the answer and he knew that today his name would be written down into Astinus' chronicles next to that of legends. He was right, today would be a day to remember.

thistledown
04/25/2002 12:10 PM

*Wesson.* Timesplit thought. *I should have known he'd be leading this mob. He's been calling for this at the city council meetings for years. I wonder what happened to him for him to hate mages so much. Damn, time's up.*

Timesplit looked out the window as the shimmering blue wall vanished. "Now we'll have to relly on the towers normal shielding magic." He stared out the window as the mob moved closer to the tower. "The grove can not stop this many people by itself. The 'mob mind' is not something easily swayed."

"Profesor!" The red robe from earlier shouted. "We got through to Solanthus and Sanction. They're under attack, but the dragons are protecting them!"

"What?"The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

starlite4774
04/25/2002 12:47 PM

((OOC: Heya people. Sorry I haven't posted. Been busy with schools and the forums seem to like to go down whenever I get on...took my ACTs yesterday...ick...

Welcome Kieger.))

"Very interesting...very interesting..."

His voice was like a hiss of cold air on her cheek. Michelle couldn't move. He was holding her necklace. Her necklace was still attached to her neck. His hands were dangerously close to...

If he does anything inappropriate, I swear I'll break his neck! she thought, momentarily lapsing into her karate training. In the back of her mind, though, she knew perfectly well that she would make no move towards the dark mage.

"Yes, indeed. You know why this is interesting?" He didn't bother to wait for an answer. "Neither do I! And that, my dear, is the crux of the problem..."

He paused and pulled the pendent--and her--closer. "You wouldn't mind if I borrowed this, would you my dear..."

Michelle took a deep breath and attempted to control the pounding of her heart. "Yes, I do mind," she said very clearly, surprising herself and the mage.

"I can't borrow it? Whyever not? Hm...I'm afraid I can't take no for an answer..."

"NO!" she shouted, ripping the pendent out of his hand. An unatural glow emenated from the medallion and Michelle wished as hard as she could that she was somewhere--anywhere!--else.

And then she was.

She was right in the middle of a mob.

((OOC: Hm...not was I started out to do, but appropriate all the same. Hehe.

Are you guys in the same tower I just came from? *is confused*))Computer games don't affect kids…if Pacman had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms munching on magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

Kriegor
04/25/2002 6:06 PM

Wesson hurried back to his simple butcher shop and quickly slithered behind the counter. He went down onto all fours madly searching the floor. "Where is it? Where is it?!" He said as he frantically searched. "Ahhh Ha!" he exclaimed as he found the loose board he was looking for.
Wesson quickly removed the loose board and tossed it aside. The secret compartment contained a small amount of money (for emergencies), some momentos from his home, and a few old letters from friends and family. All of which he threw aside until finally he found what he was looking for. His eyes lit up at the sight of the scroll case.
Wesson couldn't remember when, where or how this scroll came into his possesion, but when it had he knew it was a magical one. Having spent some time at a mage academy Wesson had just the right amount of knowledge to read the spell. What made this more dangerous was he also had a good idea of how to cast the spell. He took another moment to bask in the glory of his soon victory over the filthy vile magi. Wesson by now had convince himself that Paladine himself had ordained Wesson to wipe Ansalon of the hideous beasts.
"This is not the time." he said to himself as he held onto the scroll case tightly and dashed out the door towards the tower. During his run he began to dream about all the wealth, glory and fame Paladine would bestow on him for saving Krynn from the evil of the magi.

thistledown
04/25/2002 10:20 PM

(OOC: You were at the tower of Wayreth. The mob is at the tower in Palanthas. Good way to get back into the main part.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Dark_Master
04/26/2002 9:45 AM

Micheal was staring at the mob outside the tower, they were nearing the gates, hopefully they would be able to fend the mob for now....until he had time enough to think of something.

He was startled by the news of the other towers being attacked and the fact that dragons where helping to defend them...why were there no dragons here to defend this tower? He supposed... that should they breach the tower gates the mages would have to defend themselves, but who would win in the battle? The awesome power of the wizards of high sorcery or the overwhelming numbers of the mob.

There was only one way to find out.....he looked to SkyTouch.....was he a mage? He definately had magic in him...but would he help in protecting the tower?

'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

thistledown
04/26/2002 11:57 AM

'Damn, we need them here!" Timesplit cursed. Then he looked to SkyTouch. "Do you, ... I hate to put you through this, but you may have been right. Perhaps a show of force is needed. Your heritage, ..., you know what to do."The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

starlite4774
04/26/2002 3:07 PM

((OOC: Thanks, Thistledown. :)

I'm taking control of a part of the mob for a moment Krieger. Hope you don't mind. :)))

"Hey, that girl just appeared out of thin air!"

"She used magic! Stop her!"

"We'll show that bitch what it means to use magic here!"

Like angry bees out of an upset hive, a large portion of the crowd turned their attention away from the Tower and swarmed towards Michelle. She, in turn, quivered and nervelessly shyed away from their grasping hands and tried to ignore the pain of flying limbs as she searched for a way out...

There wasn't one. Confusion and chaos ruled. Michelle felt panic working its way up her spine, its icy claws latching into her throat. Her eyes blurred and she started to feel numb...

Something hard struck her forehead and the young woman saw stars. The angry shouts and shuffling feet dropped off into the distance and colors washed to gray. She dimly felt her hands being bound behind her back and made a pathetic attempt to brush off the offending touch.

"Stop that..." she murmured. "Michael...make them stop..."

She heard someone call for someone with a funny name...the leader, something with an 'W' and then there was no more.

((OOC: I like being the center of attention. LOL))Computer games don't affect kids…if Pacman had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms munching on magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

Kalia_Majere
04/26/2002 6:38 PM

SkyTouch's lips curled in a unplesant smile. "I'll help you Timesplit....plus...I hate to see maidens be roughed around like that...." He growled. Skytouch turned and made for the top of the tower. once there...he knew that timesplit and Michael where right behind him.

Skytouch raised his arms, opening them to the sky...and a single lightning bolt struck before him...touching the tower...but not marking the smooth black stone. "and...I will show you what it means to harrass us!"

The lightning struck again...only this time it struck SkyTouch...and enveloped him. The lightning surrounded Skytouch and slowly expanded...till it finally faded away. The Human form was gone...in its place was A Silver-Crystal Dragon.

The Dragon was nearly a hundred feet long...from nose to tail. His scales where a bright silver-grey...and made of beautiful faceted crystal. He Stretched his Huge Grey Feathered wings to their full extent of a hundred and fifty feet, and lept off the tower. He banked, sweeping around, circling the tower allowing his Dragon fear to Roll off him in terror filled waves...A fear that met the crowd like a fifty foot breaker against a sandy beach.

SkyTouch Roared, and landed in front of the crowd.Storms Do not respond to heartfelt pleas
all the words of man cannot calm the seas.
Nature-Always Beneficent And Cruel-
will not change for a wise man or a fool

Kriegor
04/26/2002 10:40 PM

Wesson was panting when he finally caught up to the crowd. He placed a hand on Robion's sholder. "Smithy," he said calling his friend by his nickname, "What's going on here.....the mob....they seem to have gone....into a frenzy." Robion looked at his friend, he was clutching something tightly and very pale.

"Well, we managed to destroy that magic shield surrounding the tower. And it appears some mage magiked into the center of them. They smelt blood so to speak and they attacked her."

"Good, it serves that witch right! It's high time we show this vile demons a thing or two and in my hand I hold the answer." Wesson gasped as he held up the scroll case. He would need a few more moments before he could use it though.

Robions eyes went wide with both suprise and anger. "You would use the one thing you despise against those you depise? Does that not make you as low and evil as them?"

"No Smithy," Wesson answered. "I will be using their evil for good purposes....right. As the saying goes, 'One must know evil before he can destroy it', well I tell you Smithy, I know it. I have studied in one of thier schools, that is how I learned how evil they really are, and today I will drive them back to the Abyss where they belong and I..." his last words were drowned out for at that time a bolt of lightening struck the top of the tower. Seconds later another bolt struck, and in the place where it struck stood an immense dragon.

Wesson had never seen a dragon before, nor had much of the crowd either. The mob broke free from their assult on both the tower and the young woman as they turned to run. Wesson would have ran too were it not for the adrenaline pumping through his body. Now, he was watching his well laid plans disintegrate before him.

"No!" he shouted, "Don't run! We must irraticate the evil from our city!"

"You 'raticake it!" some man shouted as he ran past Wesson. Wesson had not wanted to use his secret weapon until he could watch the magi squirm but now he had no choice. He quickly opened the scroll case and withdrew the parchment contained within. He took a few deep breaths before he began, for he knew this was going to take all his concentration. Wesson had casted a few spells in the acadamy so he had a good idea of what to expect.

He began to speak the spidery language of magic and waved his hands in the proper gestures. Those left of the mob within earshot of the wouldbe spellcaster stopped their flight in shock, anger, disgust, and yet curiosity. They called the rest to hold their retreat. It was then Wesson finished his casting. A huge ball of fire approximatly six feet in diameter formed in front of Wesson and then hurtled toward the tower with blinding speed. Wesson collapsed at the feet of Robion not seeing the final result.

The ball slammed into the tower and shatter bringing a firey rain down on everything below, but more importantly the Shokain Grove. The mob with a new found sense of courage once again surged toward the tower a look of bloodlust in their eyes.

Dark_Master
04/27/2002 6:03 AM

Micheal had stood in awe and wonder at the sight of SkyTouch's transformation. He was right, SkyTouch was powerful, but he had no idea idea that he was a dragon of all creatures. But an unusual one....his scales were of shimmering crystal and his wings....made of feathers, instead of skin and scales. None the less, he was a magnificant sight.

Watching the dragon land, Micheal spotted the young woman whom SkyTouch had referred to as being roughed about....there was something familiar about her, she lay bound of the pavement. Suddenly he heard the womans voice....from far up in the tower....he heard it as though a scream were piercing his mind... Micheal... make them stop..

It was Michelle...why was she hee in Palanthas instead of in the tower at Wayerth. He cast that aside for now....Michelle was in great danger...that was all that mattered.

He needed to get down there fast. Taking out a black feather, he whispered several swift words and lept off the tower, ignoring Timesplits protests. Micheal floated gently to the ground, where he then made a desperate run towards Michelle. The mob obviously saw him coming, and seeing his red robes.....their thirst for blood grew....here was an easy target...or so they thought.

He dodged several grasping hands and came to Michelle. He knelt down beside her and lifted her head. She opened her eyes and smiled weakly...in obvious pain. More than a dozen people rounded on him, they came from all directions at once.

He lay her head back down....his hand smeared with her blood, blood the colour of his robes. It glistened in his hand. He stood up..slowly...still looking at the blood covered hand. Insurpassable rage built up in him....no sound could be made past his shaking lips which parted showing his clenched white teeth.

Some man ran towards him....roughly the same age as Micheal....but of a much bigger build. Then his magic came to him. Not even looking at the charging ox of a man....he raised a hand and whispered the spell he had been attempting to learn.

" Lamena Atous o' glaerenia Tasferniaen"

Bolts of red lightning streaked from his slender fingers. They arched through the air and struck the man full in the chest...sending him soaring backwards and through the wall of a house. The smelled of burnt flesh and newly spilt blood hung pungently in the surrounding air. But that was only the start. More seeing a fellow comrade die...were blinded by hatred, here was there excuse to rip the mage to shreads, even though they would have done it for no reason.

Micheal made a gesture with his hand knocked eight of them flat on their backs, pinned to the ground with chains of magic. Fire and wind, lightning and ice, burned, froze and seered those around him. The euphoria of magic danced in his eyes..its addictive sensation caused him sublime pleasure and exquisit pain. He enjoyed seeing his enemys cower before him, watching them rot and quiver under him....but still many came.

Soon he would grow exhausted and then they would have him. But for now he wouldnot give up...they would pay for harming his sister, his Michelle and for threatning the magic that he loved so much.

Hopefull, SkyTouch would come to his aid....'From earth to sky, from leaves to roots,
from fire to ice, and soul's own fruits.
From light to dark, from wind to water,
I claim this spirit and creator's daughter...'

[Edited by Dark_Master on Saturday, April 27, 2002 6:06 AM]

thistledown
04/27/2002 9:41 AM

"Damn!" Timesplit cursed. "So much for peaceful methods. I suppose this was inevitable, but now the odds of us ever getting a favorable hearing from the city council are gone completely."

"Sir, we have incoming." A mage said as it turned from a tactical computer screen. "Fireball!?!"

"Brace for impact!" Timesplit warned as the fireball slammed into the tower. From his vantage high in the tower, he looked down to the grove below. The flames had fallen into it, and the ancient grove was begining to burn. "Crazy basterds. They might have actually bought us some time with that fireball."

"Sir?"

"The smoke from the fire. It will hampen the efforts of anybody trying to reach the tower on foot. And that grove should burn for quite a while." As he turned away, Timesplit pretended he could not hear the tortured screams of the dying trees.

"Any word from Balifor or Wayreth yet?" He asked.

"Balifor says that they will send reinforcements. Their city council did not follow the others, and has decided to let the tower stay."

*Well, at least some good news out of tonight. I wonder if I'll get to have my dinner after all.* Timesplit thought sadly. "What about Wayreth?"

"No word yet sir."

Timesplit turned back to the window, and stared out at the crowd below, where he could see Micheal and his sister, and the dragon above them. Sudenly, an idea came to him. *The smoke. Air...*The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Kalia_Majere
04/27/2002 1:43 PM

SkyTouch Moved with the odd Grace of a cat. He moved closer to Michael and the woman. He closed his wings close to his body, and lashed his tail. He lowered his head, bringing the huge gaping jaws closer to the ground, his huge wicked looking talon's tore at the earth below him.

Whispering words of magic, he intensified the force of the DragonFear. He also whispered a second spell, sheilding Micheal and Michelle from the fear. His Blue eyes narrowed with keen interest as he watched the Main instigator of this mob fell from sudden exhaustion. Storms Do not respond to heartfelt pleas
all the words of man cannot calm the seas.
Nature-Always Beneficent And Cruel-
will not change for a wise man or a fool

starlite4774
04/27/2002 4:59 PM

Alternate shades of scarlet and blue swam before Michelle's eyes. She wanted to sleep, to walk into the light, to...she heard laughter in the distance and some analytical part of her mind coldly informed her that she was in too much pain to pass out.

Now that doesn't make sense, another voice giggled. Other voices joined till it was just like...

Michelle laughed out loud, the sun warming her soft features. She was, for once in her life, comfortable with her surroundings. Michael smiled at her and continued doing magic tricks for the growing crowd.

The "crowd" was comprised of a few dozen 5 year olds, two 6 years olds and a rather fat 8 year old. They ooh'ed and ahhh'ed in unison, their innocent shining eyes wide with wonder. They may not have realized the effort Michael was putting into his "tricks" but each knew that they wanted to be just like him...

"You can do it too," Michael had told her just before the show. "I could teach you."

Michelle, barely five, had squirmed in his grasp and smiled at her big brother. She couldn't wait for him to show her, but she couldn't let him know that!

Now she sat with the others, studying his every move with the intensity that only a child can pull off. Michael smiled at her again and made a glowing blue ball whiz around the room.

Justin, one of Michael's friends from school, stepped up and playfully shoved the other mage out of the way. "My turn!" he cried. He started waving his hands and speaking strange words.

Michael frowned for a moment and then cried out, "What are you doing?? Not that one!!" He leap forward and Justin jumped in alarm. the spell disrupted. The energy lost its organization and flew out into the room, striking several children. A panic ensued. Michelle ran towards her brother, startled by the magic and by the shouting sounds of angry parents. Several of the adults pulled Justin aside while the others grabbed their children. Looks of fear that Michelle would never forget were shot at her brother...fear and loathing...

She had decided not to learn magic that day.

Michelle's eyelids fluttered. She slowly shook free of the memory and looked up. Someone was standing over her, his hands flashing...

"Michael...?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. He didn't hear and there was another flash.

"Michael?" she called louder. "I did it, Michael, I got away from the dark man...I don't know how..."

Another flash. A sizzle. Her brother's eyes were flashing with hate and...

"Michael??" This time her voice was strong with urgency. She kicked at his robes. "Michael! Stop it!! You can't do that...it won't help...STOP IT MICHAEL!"

The crazed look on his face, the flashes...a large figure landed besides them...more magic...the crowd screamed in full-blown horror...

"Stop it, Michael," she sobbed, tears miggling with the blood on her face. A new pain welled up in her throat...she knew that crowds were panicy...she knew that...but...no...the power...it wasn't right...

The new pain, tearing at her soul, registered faintly as fear and it was with that expression that she now gazed at her beloved brother.

Computer games don't affect kids…if Pacman had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms munching on magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

[Edited by starlite4774 on Sunday, April 28, 2002 12:30 PM]

Kriegor
04/27/2002 9:13 PM

Robion, dazed, started at the carnage that was before him. His friend lay at his feet exausted. People he knew and grew up with lay broken, beaten, and burned all around him. To make matters worse, the dragon had left it's perch and joined into the frey. Looking down at Wesson he whispered, "You arrogent, ignorent fool! You have only made matters worse with that show of fireworks." He grabbed Wesson by the ankles and dragged him into a nearby alleyway so as to pull him out of the destruction.

Meanwhile, from a rooftop not too close to the action, a woman dressed in long flowing silken robes watch the entire events unfold. Much to her dismay things were not going like they had planned. The tower should belong to us now she thought to herself. The Leader won't like this. When the dragon joined the frey, she frowned. Her failure here would ensure her dismissal from The Leader's services. Desperate, she knelt and said a prayer, blessing the mob. "Give them the strength to continue the fight. Help us to be victorious."

Having pulled his friend into the alley, Robion turned to see if there were any others he could also assist. His gaze turned to that of horror. Men and women whom before were beaten and broken were rising up and continuing the fight. Their wounds were not healed, but somehow they were being provided with the strength to continue the fight. It appeared to Robion that pain was no longer an issue to them. A man with a broken leg hobbled past him, a raging fire burning in his eyes. "What sort of 'miracle' is this." he whispered with a somewhat sarcastic tone. He watched in shock as another group charged into the now burning grove of trees. It was as if everyone in Palathas had gone insane, no force on Krynn other than death himself, could stop them. "What have we done?"

"Smithy? Is that you." Wesson managed to somehow whisper. "What is going on?" Robion turned to his friend, helped him up and carried him to the alley entrance, "See for yourself Wesson." Wesson's face already regaining color, became pale again at the sight of the wounded rise. "What is the meaning of this? She never mentioned anything like this would happen."

Robion let go of Wesson causing him to fall to the ground. "She? SHE??! Who might I ask is SHE?!?! You mean to tell me this...this...madness was not your idea?!"

Wesson squeezed out a laugh with what energy he had. "No Smithy, this was not my idea. We are mere pawns. As we are taking out this tower, the others are under siege as well. I fear my friend we are being used." His gazed turned to the charging mob, "And I fear they are going to use us to the death, for failure appears to no longer be an option."

As Robion followed Wesson's gaze, the words pierced his heart, but he couldn't help but wonder who or what was "they".

Dark_Master
04/28/2002 1:39 AM

Micheal was still dancing within his magic. He had barely noticed Michelle becoming fully conscious. He let lightning and fire fly at his foes....enjoying the sight of their toasting bodies....but then they got back up....

What Magic is this!! Ignoring them for now he continued to battle them..until...Michelle looked up at him...but with fear in her eyes....his magic faltered...and he stopped.....

Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Kalia_Majere
04/28/2002 5:47 AM

Skytouch watched in astonishment as the people got back up from their near-fatal wounds and tried to attack again. He crouched low, his breath coming in great snarls. "Keep back....I don't want to harm you!!" He hissed. Suddenly something tingled in the back of his mind...and he turned his head...his huge blue eyes locked on the woman that stood on the roof. He snarled...and lashed his tail. "Witch!! Heritic!" he hissed, and he stood to his full height, nearly level with the rooftops.

He could feel the darkness rolling off of her...and his lip curled in distaste. Suddenly, he felt his breast grow hot. He Roared, but stood this ground..He turned his head, thinking to attack the sorce of the pain...but found no physical attacker. The center scale in his chest began to glow with a brilliant white light. His claws clenched, and tore at the stone beneath him. As abruptly as it started, the pain vanished....and he stared at his chest. Deeply engraved into the scale was the symbol of Paladine. He stared at it for a long moment....knowing exactly what this mark ment. He hung his head for a brief moment....then raised his head, facing the woman.

"I am Imperialus...Known to Mortals as SkyTouch. Heir to the Dragon Heirarchy...Son of Kayliana and Imerius...Grandson of the True Daughter of Paladine....Crystalamira...Known to Humans as Glimmer! And the Black crystal Dragon Navare...I will not allow you to destroy this city any further! Magic is the very Breath of this planet...kill the magic..and destroy yourselves!" He RoaredStorms Do not respond to heartfelt pleas
all the words of man cannot calm the seas.
Nature-Always Beneficent And Cruel-
will not change for a wise man or a fool

Dark_Master
04/28/2002 9:18 AM

He stopped and stared into Michelle's eyes...chilled fear consuming them completely. He looked down at his hands....small tendrils of smoke rising from the black charred areas on his skin. His knees bucked beneath him and he fell to the ground, tears filling his eyes.

This was their chance....hands grabbed him and fists flew, slamming into him, jarring his jaw and bursting his lips. A rib cracked and he yelled in pain....a pain that was hindred by the pain he felt from instilling such fear in Michelle. He dusgusted himself.

As they dragged him along the ground...someone kicked Michelle who still lay on the ground....something in Micheal snapped again. He threw his arms wide and whispered a word. Those around him were either thrown along the ground or into the air. He ran to Michelle and picked her up in his arms ignoring the fear in her eyes. He ran to SkyTouch who had been shputing at a woman on the top of a building.

His strength wa ebbing fast...he needed to get inside the tower but the gates were lost...he then realised that the grove was ablaze. The sight brought a saddness to him.

Reaching the dragon "SkyTouch....i need your help...can..you..get us back inside the tower...i am gettting tired....the spell casting has weakend me." Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Kalia_Majere
04/28/2002 9:25 AM

Damn! Skytouch cursed. I have no true wish to harm these people...but if I don't do somethng...all will be lost.

Just then Michael's words reached his ears. He turned, and scooped Michael and Michelle up gently, and lept back into the air, lighting on the top of the tower, where he lay them down gently.

He perched on the lip of the tower, his massive wings spread, balanced perfectly. he watched the chaos below him and shuddered...this was not going well...for any of them.Storms Do not respond to heartfelt pleas
all the words of man cannot calm the seas.
Nature-Always Beneficent And Cruel-
will not change for a wise man or a fool

Dark_Master
04/28/2002 9:58 AM

"My thanks SkyTouch...." He looked at Michelle....the fear in her eyes had died somewhat...but it still smouldered there.

"Come one...we had better talk to Timesplit." Micheal gestured for Michelle to follow as he left to find Timesplit....everything had gone wrong...so terribly wrong...she wasn't supposed to fear his magic....it protected her....looked after her as he did. Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

thistledown
04/28/2002 10:48 AM

Seing the dragon rise above the mob, Timesplit cast another spell. "I hope this works..."

Chanting strange words, a wind bagan to blow into the streets. A strange wind, it held no air, as if all the oxygen was sucked out of the air as it passed. Quickly, the useless air passed onto the crowd, leaving them gasping for breath. And the wind continued blowing, fueled by the flames in the grove and the magic.

Timesplit mentally held the spell while he turned and saw the others fly above him to the roof. The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Kriegor
04/28/2002 11:40 AM

The mob, unable to breathe fell quickly to the ground gasping for any air they could. Those that were seriously injured to begin with released their last breath before passing on. The frantic fight for air turned the mob on itself. People were scratching, clawing, even fighting each other for any fresh air they could breathe. The thick smoke in the air from the raging forest blaze was now blinding to all those in it's vicinity. People tried everything to escape this wind of death. They tried covering their face with cloth, hiding from it, but the only option that appeared safe was to run from it....if they could.

As the wind started, Robion assisted Wesson into the back entrance of a nearby tavern. The wind was strong, but for the moment they were safe indoors. Robion dumped Wesson into a chair, and took a seat next to him. "What are we to do now Wesson? Given the massacre we just witness and very nearly avoided, those who survived will not think to highly of us. After all we were labeled as the instigaters of this madness." Robion was furious with Wesson, he had not been told everything involving the assult. He wanted to throw Wesson back out into the street to fend for himself. He was so angry he would have loved to see that dragon snack on Wesson, however, he had been raised better than that. He had always looked out for his friends. He was not about to let this one down, even if Wesson had taken advantage of him. Robion sat, gazing at his exausted friend, the screams from those outside tearing at his ears, he desperatly tried to think of his next move.

On the roof top, the she returned the dragon's gaze with a glare of her own. She whispered a quick pray, "Show him who we are." Seconds later the dragon doubled over clutching his chest. She smirked, however, after the dragon shouted his lineage, her face went white. Now she understood why the mob had been unsuccessful in their conquest. She must relay this information to The Leader. Seeing the dragon break off from the assult, she also turned and left her rooftop. Knowing that someone would probably be here looking for her soon, she hurried down the stairs, and headed into the secret passage ways known only to a chosen few. They were well hidden and blessed. Magic could not detect them, one had to be shown a few times to remember where they were. She knew she was safe down here. Making her was though these tunnels, she arrived at her small meager living quarters. Frantically she went around the room lighting her ceremonial candles. She kneeled in the center of the square formed by the candle and began to pray. "Bestow to my Leader, the sights of my eyes, the sounds of my ears, and the knowledge in my mind." Her eyes rolled back into her head as the information was 'transfered'.

starlite4774
04/28/2002 12:47 PM

Michelle reluctantly followed Michael, walking haphazardly. She hadn't realized before that she had twisted her ankle--in the haze of everything else it had been insignificant--but it now left her with a limp. She felt blood crust on her arms and cheeks, but carried herself, refusing any offers of help.

Her eyes, however, barely ever left the floor. A frozen horror was mirrored there and she refused to look at her brother, nor would she speak to him. In fact, the only times she looked around at all were to see where that dragon had gone...she hoped to avoid him at all costs...her skin quivered at the thought of again touching those scales...

One weak hand reached for her necklace, perhaps in comfort, perhaps to tear it from around her neck and hurl it from the tower. Neither happen; the hand fell back to her side and with a sigh, she focused on just walking. Computer games don't affect kids…if Pacman had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms munching on magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

Kalia_Majere
04/28/2002 2:16 PM

SkyTouch scanned the ground below the tower...and satisdfied that no more attacks would be made anytime soon, he shifted back to his human form. He winced as the silk shirt he was wearing brushed against the mark on his chest... The mark carried over from his scales to flesh, as if the Platinum dragon himself had carved his mark in his flesh.

He shifted the shirt to a more comfortable if not entirely painless position, and ran down the stairs, catching up with the group. He spotted Michelle and ran up to her, noting that she was barely able to walk on her own.

"M'lady...are you alright?" he asked softly, slipping his arm around her waist to steady her. "You can call me Kincade, m'lady" He said.Storms Do not respond to heartfelt pleas
all the words of man cannot calm the seas.
Nature-Always Beneficent And Cruel-
will not change for a wise man or a fool

starlite4774
04/28/2002 2:53 PM

Michelle automatically brushed off the man's touch. She wanted no help from any mage. She looked away and accidentally found her brother's eyes.

Michael looked at her and she thought she detected a look of pleading. She turned away purposefully, ignoring the hurt look that she barely caught a glimspe of.

Once again turning forced her to look back at the man who had called himself Kincade. There was a bit of pain in his eyes and his hand kept going to shift his shirt.

Probably injured while trying to massacre the crowd! she thought angrily, though her face flushed scarlet despite her stance.

She studied him openly for a moment, trying not to care what he thought. There was something about him...some familiar...

He was good looking...very good looking, with an aura of power unlike those of the mages, a confidence in his...his what? His goodness? His purpose? He almost reminded her on one of her real friends back home--she didn't have many, contrary to most belief--and she had to wonder, if circumstances had been different...if he hadn't been a mage, if maybe they would have been friends...

She swayed. Why think that? That wasn't why he seemed familiar. Michelle's now perpetual frown deeped but the puzzle didn't seem about to solve itself anytime soon. Forcing herself to keep her vow of angry silence, she turned away and kept walking.Computer games don't affect kids…if Pacman had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms munching on magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

Kalia_Majere
04/28/2002 3:15 PM

Kincade stepped back from her Her thoughts where like a slap to the face. He didn't intend to kill anyone...he only wanted to frighten them away. He watched her walk away, his blue eyes filled with sudden pain, as if she had physically struck him.

He strode forward his stride long. As he passed her he spoke. "In case you didn't notice...We weren't trying to massacre anyone...the crowd tried to massacre You. You brother saved you...and the Dragon saved you both...if you ask me...you anger has no place...in your brother's case...it was them or you...and with the dragon...he wouldn't leave a friend to die."

He paused to look at her, then he quickly strode away.Storms Do not respond to heartfelt pleas
all the words of man cannot calm the seas.
Nature-Always Beneficent And Cruel-
will not change for a wise man or a fool

starlite4774
04/28/2002 3:30 PM

Michelle stared after him. It occured to her that he had read her mind, but a new anger clouded it and she forgot to be self-conscious about that. She forgot her vow of silence, her fear of confrontation.

Taking a mere two steps in the direction Kincade had gone, Michelle hissed after him, somehow knowing that her voice was follow him wherever he might go.

"You think it's as simple as that, do you? Those people are scared! You don't know fear...you are secure in your power over others, in your beliefs...and you think that you can force them on anyone!

I have seen, been with the magic indirectly all my life. I have seen the possibilities and just now I saw the hatred of that crowd mirrored a million times over in a mage's eyes! How easy was it for that dragon to bring us here when my brother finally asked? Why was it nessecary for my brother--my once-peaceful brother!--to slaugher those people...and he did slaughter them. He didn't knock them out, put them to sleep, tie them up...he seared the flesh from their bodies and liked it! And that dragon...inspiring such fear was a moment of sheer stupidity.

You are all dangerously close to sinking to their level...to try and subdue them through force, fear...you should be teaching them! You are supossed to be the enlightened one..."

She broke off, trembling with rage, startled by the things she had said about her brother, of all people...it was for Michael and only Michael that she stopped her rant.Computer games don't affect kids…if Pacman had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms munching on magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

thistledown
04/28/2002 4:03 PM

Seeing most of the people on the street drop unconcious, Timesplit ended the spell. As quickly as it came, the magic left the wind, leaving it to clear the smoke from the area. Although it would be many hours before the people came to, few would have any permanent damage. It would have taken more than a couple minutes of no air for them to have much more than a bad headache.

After ending the spell, Timesplit hurried down the steps to the base of the tower, where Kinkade and the others were arguing. "What's goings on?

(OOC: Basically, the air was gone long enough to knock everybody out, but came back soon enough that they won't be hurt much by it. A few had other injuries, so they might die after all, but there should be relatively few deaths.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Kalia_Majere
04/28/2002 4:08 PM

"Force my beliefs! hmmm....I don't remember that...all I want to do is live in peace...to be able to use my magic without fear of death! You say you lived around magic all your life...well so have I M'lady. My mother...Paladine Bless her soul... She too was a mage...and she died, very recently. She was traveling one day when she happened by a deep river...two children were playing."

He turned towards her, his blue eyes dark. "She didn't do anyone any harm... she noticed one slipped under the water...and was drowning...she rescued them both with her magic. when the town's people found out...They beat her nearly to death...her wounds where so greivous...when My father found her...He knew she would die." Tears filled his blue eyes and he glared at her.

"so don't ell me that I don't know fear...I live with it every day of my life...fear of loosing my friends...my family...my own life to people who don't want to understand...who fear us...who kill us for what they don't understand. Humans fear what they don't understand...and what they fear they try to kill.."

"The Dragon in the Square...he fought them with the only way he could without truely harming them....with Fear...That is the really powerful weapon of a dragon. He didn't use his teeth or claws...he didn't use his breath weapons. Which, if he did by the way...would have killed nearly everyone there."

He gestured to Micheal "Your brother responded the only way natural with humans...He loves you...He would do anything to keep you safe...The mind is a tricky thing M'lady...Sudden panic for one's loved ones doesn't allow it to work mercifully...it works quickly. Look at him...does he really look like a person who would kill for the fun of it!? Red Robe my dear...a Keeper of the Balance...He didn't kill them out of sport, but out of love, and fear for you....It would have torn his soul in two if you had died out there." Storms Do not respond to heartfelt pleas
all the words of man cannot calm the seas.
Nature-Always Beneficent And Cruel-
will not change for a wise man or a fool

Kriegor
04/28/2002 8:50 PM

Robion carefully peered outside before motioning to Wesson to leave the tavern. Wesson could walk now, but not well. A deathly silence hung in the air. The two men stood in the middle of the street leading up to the tower staring at the numerous bodies that lay there. Most were sleeping peacefully, but there were countless others that had been burned, beaten and broken beyond repair. It was difficult to tell those living from those dead. "Death has his work cut out for him this night. Paladine guide them." Robion whispered to himself. He turned to his friend tears streaming from his eyes and yet his eyes burned with hate. "LOOK! LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!" he shouted at Wesson so loud it echoed off the buildings.

Wesson could do nothing but hang his head in shame. This was not the way she said it would be. We were supposed to be victorious, become richer than our wildest dreams. Be placed into legend next to other grand heroes. I am legendary, know for Palathas' demise to the magi. Wesson could not look Robion in the face. "Let's.....let's get out of here, before anyone comes looking for us. I don't want to be here if and when the mages retaliate for our insulence. All I can say is I am sorry Smithy." After a few moments of silence he offered his arm to Robion, "Come, let's head back to my shop and we can figure out our next move."

Robion pulled away from Wesson, "I want nothing to do with you any more Wesson, it would please me greatly to see you rot with the rest of the people you used. Find another laky because I am through with you!"

The words struck Wesson like a sword through the belly. But he knew better than to show his feelings. "Listen to me Smithy, like it or not, we are in this togeather. When she comes looking for us, and she will come looking we are both in danger. You don't know who you are messing with. I am not sure if there is anyplace we can hide from them, but I promise you this, we have a better chance if we stick togeather. Listen to reason, not to your personal hatred towards me."

Listening to his words Robion came to realize he didn't have a choice, or did he. A thought occured to him. There was a place they could hide. The one place 'they' couldn't get to. Offering his arm to Wesson he said, "Ok friend, you are right. But I know where we can hide, however, it is time we attone for our sins." Grabbing Wesson's arm he dragged him to the one hiding place they couldn't reach yet. The tower.

Wesson struggled the whole way through the smoldering grove, but his body was still too weak to break free. Once at the doors Robion pounded on them, his knocks echoing through the tower. "Let us in!" he shouted, "We seek refuge and mean you no harm I swear this on my sister's grave!" Wesson braced himself for the bolt of lightening that would come blast them to the Abyss.

Dark_Master
04/29/2002 8:41 AM

Micheal looked at Michelle. Tears filled his eyes again. He had been so close to losing her today and all she could think about was the fear those poeple were feeling. She didn't have to tell him that he knew it all too well.

But then a twang of guilt hit him...had he really enjoyed it or had it been a spur of the moment...caught up in the power. He looked Michelle in the eyes.....but brought up a barrier preventing her from seeing him and what he felt....if she wished it he would close himself off from her forever....he didn't want to see her in any pain.

He was angry at her.....though she need not say it....he had saved her from the mob....he killed them to protect her....ok it may not have been the most tackful way...he may have been able to use less aggressive methods....but he was an aspiring war magus...what other magicks did he really know....he hadn't studied many of them in depth, not yet anyway.

Still holding her gaze....he let a brief glint of anger shine through and then turned swiftly away and walked to get Timesplit. Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Kalia_Majere
04/29/2002 11:18 AM

Kincade frowned, as the knocks against the tower reached his sensitive ears. "we have company...seems they are'nt our true enemy..." he said, and turned to go to the door.

Kincade opened it just a bit. "Your word doesn't mean much. But..." He said staring at Wesson and Robion. "But..to refuse you refuge...would be to sink to your level. Welcome to the tower of high sorcery in Palanthas." Kincade said, his blue eyes never leaving Wesson.Storms Do not respond to heartfelt pleas
all the words of man cannot calm the seas.
Nature-Always Beneficent And Cruel-
will not change for a wise man or a fool

thistledown
04/29/2002 5:48 PM

"...Welcome to the tower of high sorcery in Palanthas" Timesplit heard as he turned the corner and his eyes locked onto Wesson, the butcher. Perhaps that appelation would take on a more sinister meaning after people knew what had happened this night.

Timesplit words came slowly and were laced with anger and sorrow. "Greetings, Wesson."

(OOC: Well, my cover is blown, at least somewhat.)The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Kriegor
04/29/2002 8:43 PM

Wesson shifted uncomfortably. There were many places he did not want to be and this place topped that list. All eyes in the tower were on him. No doubt they knew he was one of the masterminds behind the prior massacre. As far as he could tell, no one but himself and now Robion knew of her. That was one secret he would take to his grave if he had to. That knowledge alone was the only thing that would keep these magi for mercilessly slaughtering him. Fortunatly for Wesson, his fatigue still prohibited him from doing much, and that included speaking.

Robion, however, bowed deeply to Kinkade. "My thanks for your hospitality. I know you probably don't trust us, but I swear I mean you know harm." Robion couldn't stress enough the second 'I' in that last sentance. He even cast a dirty look at Wesson as he said it. "Given what just transpired I normally wouldn't have ran into my enemies stronghold. Bear in mind I use the word loosely. As I have recently discovered your kind might not be so much my enemy. I was used by this.....worm." he said casting his thumb toward Wesson. "Then I find out even he was used. He told me because of our failure, we were doomed. That no place was safe. Forgive me sir, but I figured the one place that was safe was where we were trying to get into. All I ask is for shelter until I am certain I am safe and to hand you this scoundral." He shoved Wesson into Kinkade's arms. "Do to him what you will, he is no friend of mine after what he pulled."

Wesson stumbled across the floor as he was shoved. Once again his lack of strength proved to be a downfall. How was he going to get out of this one? Better yet, which was worse, torture at the hands of magi or death by her....faith? These questions Wesson couldn't even fathom. Actually keeping his eyes open was becoming quite a chore. He had not planned on that scroll draining him this much. The room began to spin, faster and faster until he was surrounded by blackness, his rigid body becoming limp in Kinkade's arms.

Kalia_Majere
04/29/2002 9:29 PM

Kincade frowned as he caught Wesson, He held the man with ease as he lost conciousness. "It is not by my hand that this man recieve judgement...for now, his wounds will be healed...and He will be given refuge here...both of you."

He turned, and carried Wesson to a inner chamber where he lay the man on a makeshift cot. Kincade stepped back and gazed at the man who had caused so much suffering...pawn or not. He sighed, and kept to his word. Kincade placed one slender hand on Wesson's forhead, and rested the fingertips of the other on the mark on his own chest. A flash of white light centered around the mark, and raced down his arm to the hand that was touching Wesson.

The look of utter fatigue on the Human's face faded, and was replaced by a look of peaceful slumber. Kincade stood, and walked from the room. He met Robion's eyes. "He'll be fine...I keep my word when I give it." he turned and gestured to the table. "care to join us and tell us what has transpired?" He asked, his blue eyes inquisitive.Storms Do not respond to heartfelt pleas
all the words of man cannot calm the seas.
Nature-Always Beneficent And Cruel-
will not change for a wise man or a fool

Dark_Master
04/30/2002 3:25 AM

Micheal heard very little of the conversation....he was feeling kind of numb...he turned to Timesplit and looked at him. "I will return to the Tower at Wayerth and speak with the Conclave Head and see what is to be done now....i fear that this is still only the beginning of a tediuos war yet to come."

He turned to Michelle but kept his eyes averted from hers by staring at the floor...."You need not come." It was not so much a question as it was a command.

He turned before she could answer and walked down the stairs to the doors. Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

thistledown
04/30/2002 11:58 AM

"I must go to the communications room and find out what is happening elsewhere. I will inform them that you are coming and what has transpired here."The sword, it thirsts to drink of man.
The sword, at last must win.
Today is gone, and yesterday,
Must echo in the wind.

Dark_Master
05/01/2002 1:46 PM

Micheal only vaguely heard what Tinesplit had said. He was in a state....tears streamed down his face....he felt so foolish running past the other mages looking as he did.

Reaching the door....he looked back to see if Michelle had followed....she hadn't. He opened the door and walked outside. The charred remains of several trees lay scattered around. He felt a dull ache at the sight of it.

He suddenly realised that many would still be blood thirsty....he couldn't let them see him out in the streets. Maybe SkyTouch would take him to the wall. That would take him back to Michelle....he decided against it.

Casting another minor spell of invisibility he made his way through the grove and up the streets of palanthas towards the gates. Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

starlite4774
05/01/2002 2:38 PM

((OOC: Woah…backing it up here cuz I got sidetracked with a project. ))

Michelle glared at Kincade. “Knowledge is an alternative to fear,” she muttered. An argument was forming in her mind…she would not slight his mother, but she could say that…

Pounding sounded at the Tower’s door and Michelle swallowed her words, almost choking on them. She believed them, would swear by them…but what business had she saying them?

Not like anyone is likely to listen to me anyway, she thought in one last bout of tangible bitterness. And then it was gone and she knew she wouldn’t argue further. Still…there was a sour taste in her mouth, her eyes were still narrowed…

She found her brother’s eyes and this time did not look away. He stared back. He was hurt, betrayed…and angry. Her brother was angry with her. Michelle decided she almost liked the feeling. It didn’t last. He broke off the stare-fight and she was left feeling very hollow, indeed…

The girl waited, watched as the two at the door entered and were greeted. Her eyes independently sought out Kincade without any conscious thought to do so and she half-glared, half-gazed at him. He ignored her, tending to an injured man.

Michelle blinked as Kincade left the room and blushed furiously. Luckily, no one had been watching. She dimly heard her brother say something and then he turned to face her without meeting her gaze.

“You need not come.” There was a tone of imperialism in his voice that Michelle had once sought out as comfort; now it rubbed her the wrong way and she tensed.

“I wouldn’t think of it!” she called out after him but he was lost in his own thoughts and didn’t hear. She knew perfectly well he wanted her to follow…

Crossing her arms across her chest, Michelle leaned against a marble wall and ignored everyone while still looking around—as close to open defiance as she would come, her argument with Kincade notwithstanding.
Computer games don't affect kids…if Pacman had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms munching on magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

Kriegor
05/01/2002 8:48 PM

"Thank You kind sir." Robion said bowing as Kincade took care of Wesson. He couldn't quite place it, but something seemed a little familiar about this man. He quickly disregarded it. His mind was probably playing tricks with him given all that had transpired in the last day. His gaze turned to his friend sleeping peacefully, sorrow in his eyes. "You know, he really doesn't deserve this kind of treatment. He should be out there with those brave souls that perished." Robion quickly realized those words were wise in his present situation.

"Forgive me, I did not mean to glorify those who seek to destroy you. They were more afraid then threatened. Fear will make heroes out of cowards. That much I have witnessed this eve." Robion shut his eyes for a moment, reliving the past events. He then shook his head trying to clear the images that he knew would haunt his nightmares for years to come.

"Care to join us and tell us what has transpired?" Kincade asked him.

Robion was quick to nod. "Yes of course, however I fear I won't be of much help. The brains, if you could call it that, behind the mob are right there." he said pointing to the slumbering Wesson. "All I know, is we were not alone tonight. Wesson made some reference to a woman, her name I don't know. He also said something about 'they'. I assume it was in referece to a group of somekind." He was quiet for a moment while he gathered his thoughts. "All I know sir, is that there was some force be it good or evil with us out there. I don't know anything else. Now if you don't mind, I would like some rest. This night has exausted me as well."

Dark_Master
05/03/2002 10:33 AM

Reaching the gates he snuck past the guards and found his Disc of mage flight and climbed aboard it. He dropped the spell and commanded the disc to fly. It did so...spirling up into the air and off in the direction of Wayerth. Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

Dark_Master
05/14/2002 3:52 PM

Micheal reached the tower at wayerth and was greeted by the Conclave master....."Greetings again Micheal." He stared at the young man who bowed in respect. "Greetings Master.....i have come from Palanthas...the tower was attacked...we asked for reinforcements.....why did you send none?"

The black mage turned and walked into the tower...Micheal following close behind. Til the heart's blood boils or the bones be ash,
til the tallow be dust and death's teeth gnash
this one be mine.....

starlite4774
05/15/2002 2:44 PM

((OOC: Hm...has Kieger gone missing? Someone want to take over for him for a while?))Computer games don't affect kids…if Pacman had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms munching on magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

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