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Dark_Master
05/01/2002 12:53 PM

Zeadd trudged through the thick snow blanketing...well everything....he could see very little through the malestorm of snow and ice that was plummeting from the sky and slamming against him. He wore no cloak....only a fine, black, silken robe trimmed with gold. He was not ornately caparisoned in runes or glyphs of any sort...he never fancied that arcane magic....all those words....and having to remember them.....he had the 'Gift' ....that was enough.

As a Wizard of the First Order...he held the highest rank available amoungst those who possessed the 'Gift'. The others fell ither into the second or third order.

'The Gift' was an inherent form of magic....addictive magic.....he drew on the energy of everything and everyone around him to create his magic, as well as within himself.

The gift had been strong in him....the strongest gift that had existed in 1500 years....back during the dark times. He was found using it at an early age and so was taken in and shown how to control and commmand it to its full mastery, when he then succeeded his mentor and every other wizard of the 'gift'. He had been able to understand the rules of a wizard with out having learned them and so surpassed the others, the first rule 'People are stupid' had proven difficult to grasp but he mastered the rule over time.

However...there were those capable of tapping into the evil nature of the 'gift'....the Keepers power...as it was often known. This subtractive magic was the opposite of addictive and was very..very dangerous. It twisted the wizards soul until it consumed him. This magic nullifies addictive magic and so the wizards were powerless against it. Even Zeadd was...he fought a great many battles and had to resort to clever tatics and traps to catch them off guard...but eventually there were few left of his side of the gift. So they fled to the four corners of Anaslon....going there from their home Island far to the west.....in the hope of being able to hid.

Here he had been for the past 8 years...hiding...but such a time was over...he would no longer run from those of the subtractive....they had taken over the 'Wizards Keep', perverting the magic within it...one day he would reclaim his seat of power with the great fortress.

He had come to Ice reach for he had heard of a medallion that could ward off subtractive magic...and so sought it eagerly. The map to its location was here in Ice reach.

Zeadd had already been attacked by walrus men....thinking him a black robe mage....he took offense to such a remark....and quickly dispatched the blubbery folk using Wizards fire. He wondered through the snow...insulating himself in a heat sheild. Eventaully coming to a cavern....a white dragon rested there.....he saw amougst the hoard of treasure a map...yellowed at the corners. That must have been it.

Now...how to get it?

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
05/01/2002 2:26 PM

The dragon grumbled slightly....Zeadd froze. The beast grew silent. Though Zeadd could take the beast ....he didn't want to risk losing the map. Reaching the hoard, he picked up the map...feeling the power within it. He porbed it with his gift...testing it incase any traps lay within it.

He nearly squealed with glee at his triumph....at the age of 67 by the gods.

Retracing his steps he walked out of the cave and into the storm. An hour or so later he stiffened in the freezing cold.....he had forgoten to cover his tracks....

"Bags!!" He looked back in the direction he had came and thought about going back....no he had wasted too much time already.

He thought about it a moment.....he would need help in obtaining the Medallion....where to look? 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
05/02/2002 9:31 AM

OOC: i'll play the white...hehe...Maybe later in the story you'll befriend her! I am hoping that this is after the Chaos war!! that way her allegiance wont be already won


BIC: Frost turned her head...and rolled over in her slumber.... She snorted, and opened one bright blue eye. She looked around her lair...the cold wind comforting her. Her single eyes focused abruptly on the footsteps in the snow. With a sudden snarl, she fliped over and examined her lair.

No one here....She looked over her hoard...nothing was missing....WAIT!!

She examined a skeleton that was bedecked in gold...it used to have a map in it's lifeless boney fingers. She looked up, and roared her anger. She walked to the edge of the cave and noted the direction that the theif went, and launched into the air.

Being a white...she was fairly small....about sixty feet from nose to tail...her wings spanned twice that length..and they where narrow. Amung the Chromatics...the whites where the most agile fliers. She sliced through the howling wind as if the air was still. She kept her eyes on the ground, following the quickly fading tracks. "If someone wanted the map so badly...all they had to do was ask." she grumbled as she flew.

Frost had no love for Takhisis any longer...her Goddess, her Queen cared nothing for her children...only for her own comforts. She snarled again and flew on...hoping to Catch her theif...Though she didn't exactly know what she would do once she had caught him.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
05/02/2002 10:10 AM

He could have kicked himself.....all these years of knowledge and wisdom....brought low by his careless-ness. He shook with rage but at himself. In the confusion he had lost his way....the blizzard had covered his own tracks he had made early, the fresh ones were still present.....he didn't know which way to turn.

Shutting his eyes....he focused on the calm at the centre of his being where his gift was....he used it to locate his previous trail....but then....he felt something else.....his eyes snapped open.....the Dragon was coming....she had woken up....and didn't appear in too good a mood.

What to do?....i could face her...no....i need to get going...i am already late..... An idea formed in his head.

He lifted his skinny arms, his sleeves falling down them. Snow fell more heavily.....it covered his tracks quicker......but at the same time, the wind and snow raced around him, it began to create a mound of snow over him, held up by magic.....he would be able to hide until the dragon passed over. 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
05/02/2002 11:57 AM

OOC: lol..your shelter becomes your prison...lol. You've forgotten about a Dragon's innate sense of magic!!

BIC: Frost hovered in the wind. Her wings outstreatched to act as a Massive kite. Her eyes locked on a location to her south. "Magic...." she muttered, and banked sharply in the wind.

She followed her nose till the magic was directly below her. She landed easily, off to the side of the mound. She looked at the mound of snow, and knowing of it's magic nature, curled up in the snow, and waited for her theif to come out...

While she waited, her mind worked. This theif..what could he want so badly that he would try to incur her wrath. She watched the mound carefully...and finally decided. She wouldn't harm him...unless he gave her just cause.

"Come on out....I..I won't h-harm you....I only want to know why you stole my map thief." she growled, keeping her head on the ground.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
05/02/2002 2:24 PM

OOC: Yeah i was counting on that.

BIC: Zeadd knew his mistake the moment the dragon landed. He sighed...he didn't want to waste time fighting the beast.

He made a passive gesture with his hand and stood as the mound dissappeared around him. The dragon eyed him suspicously. "I am no thief madame...i take offense to the remark." He held in his hand the map of which she spoke.

"I have a desperate need of this map....my order depend upon me recovering the artifact to which to which this map leads. I do apologise for not simply asking you...however i am not in the habit of waking dragons once loyal if not still to the Dark Queen.....though i fear little of it."

"Again i apologise....however i will not give up this map." Zeadd touched his gift...preparing to take any action....hopefully he wouldn't have to....then he was struck with an idea..... But would she help....ehmm

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
05/02/2002 9:42 PM

Frost snorted at the human's remark about being loyal to Takhisis. "I follow no one now...The Queen has taken everything from me...My parents...my nest mates...and my own young...For their deaths...she does not deserve my services." she hissed.

She narrowed her blue eyes and looked at the map. "Oh you'll give it back to me soon enough...once we find what you're looking for." she growled.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
05/03/2002 12:30 AM

"Really? Perhaps....once i have retrieved the item to which the map leads....i will have no more use of it...very well....i will return it once i have come into possession of the Medallion. Fair enough."

He looked at the dragon....she was small...like all whites....but still capable of the task. "Actually me dear.....i may have i proposition for you."

"How would you like take me there....to where the map leads i mean....i would be ever to grateful....and these old legs of mine aren't what they used to be." 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
05/03/2002 10:10 AM

Frost looked at The man with distain. "of course...I did say "We" didn't I?" She rumbled, and extended a claw. "the name is Frost....Well thats the name that the Dragon hilord for the whites gave me....Kethryveris was the name I knew from birth" She regarded him for a moment, and nodded.

"You can call me Keth...." She said, and crouched low for him to climb aboard.


OOC: where to?? hehe...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
05/03/2002 10:29 AM

Zeadd's face brightend..."Excellent....i am First Wizard Zeaddicus Zul'Zorander.....Wizard of the First Order i'll have you now....does that mean anything to you...eh...madame...or rather Keth."

Before she could answer Zeadd was mumbling to himself as he studied the map....seeming to forget that he had just asked a question. "Oh my...this isn't pleasent at all.....my my.....not at all.....it would appear my dear that the Lords of Doom are our destination.....most unpleasent i must say." With that he climbed upon her back....tucking the map into his belt-chain. 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
05/03/2002 10:45 AM

Keth shuddered at his words...The lords of doom...Dangerous place for a White dragon...Dangerous place for any dragon who was not one of Malys's favorites.

"Unpleasant yes...but with the proper preparations...we should make it..." she growled and launched herself into the air.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
05/03/2002 11:19 AM

Proper preperations...if those subtractive wizards guard the Medallion we will have more than Malys to worry about...besides she doesn't hold power over me....i wonder if the Keepers minions are working with that overgrown dragonfly.

"Yes....lets stop a little before the accursed mountains.....i will have to 'prepare' a few little tricks incase we run into trouble whilst there."
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
05/03/2002 1:31 PM

While flying over the rolling hills and undulating (hehe) valleys, Zeadd concentrated on a rather simple spell. It was a light spell....he was possilby the only 'Gifted' Wizard in existence who could weave such a difficult spell....but it came naturally to him.

A light spell was one that could unleash an enormous explosion upon ignition....most likely the one he was weaving would blow up half the mountain...but it was necessary. He pulled out the map and began to intertwine the light spell with the map.....any who touched it....save himself and Keth.....would be able to touch it......anyone else and they had 40 beats of that person heart to get as far away as they could.

He bent down to shout in Keth's ear."I hope you don't mind dear...but i am rather anxious to get there as fast as i can....would you mind if i channelled magic into you to allow you to fly faster....it will not hurt you i promise." 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.....

[Edited by Dark_Master on Friday, May 3, 2002 3:59 PM]

Black_Wanderer
05/09/2002 5:06 PM

He watched the dragon fly through the night, twisting through the hills and mountains, always moving north. He'd often seen the dragons out in flight, scavenging for food or hoarding more treasure. He disliked the dragons; selfish, brutish creatures. Especially the whites. He'd been a mercenary for some time and among his acheivments he could list dragon-slayer six times over. He was accomplished, had garnered some fame in the Plains of Dust. But now he was moving on, to find a greater place in the world.

This couple seemed as good a place to start as any other. If they were truly on an honest quest, he'd hope to join. If their quest was evil in nature, he would do all he could to stop them. But first was the parley. He followed them as quickly as possible, riding horseback through the highlands. He marked the spot where the dragon landed for camp, and pushed his steed harder to make use of the final hour of daylight.

Four hours after nightfall, Garrett Moonspring, wanderer, mercenary, rouge extraordinaire, walked into the circle of light cast be the campfire.

Dark_Master
05/10/2002 5:42 AM

Zeadd appraised the stranger....opening himself to his gift in order to sense the mans intentions. They were not ill...so he let him be...."Greetings stranger.....i am First Wizard Zeaddicus Zul'Zorander....this is Keth..." He gestured towards the dragon...."May we be of some assistance?" 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
05/10/2002 11:09 AM

Keth regareded the man coldly....the scent of death lingered around him/ but Like Zeadd,She too sensed his intentions at this moment where not ill. "Thats Kethryveris to you." she snapped, and went back to scanning the landscape.Is there some meaning to this life?
What purpose lies behind the strife?
Whence doe we come? Where are we bound?
Through each day, each lonely night
We long to find the splendid light
That will cast a revelatory beam
Upon the neaning of the human dream

Dark_Master
05/10/2002 1:14 PM

"Come now Keth...show our guest a little hospitality."He turned to the new comer..."Don't mind her....she gets a bit grumpy when having to carry old men for miles and then missing her meal....." He said in an under tone..."Mind you if you ask me she could lose a bit of weight...BUT anyway...please come and sit with us...tell us your reason for being here...or i suppose more importantly...your name son? Oh just let me coax this fire."

Zeadd lifted a palm to the fire and let a flow of his gift ignite the smouldering flames into a near bonfire. 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.....

Black_Wanderer
05/10/2002 6:58 PM

Garrett took a seat by the fire and turned to face Zeadd. "I am called Garrett Moonspring by birth, the Black Wanderer by reputation, and Garrett of the Knife by trade. I have worked for the past eight years of my life as a protector of justice, so to speak, of the hills of this area. I worked as a mercenary, bounty hunter, guard, and soldier. I feel that my skills are advanced enough so that I may travel into the broader world of Ansalon."

Garrett opened his pack and took out a small bit of trail bread before continuing his story. "I am proficient with short swords, daggers, bows, and quarterstaves. I am a dabbler in the magic arts, but by no means a master. I can sneak around tombs and ruins with the best of them. I guess you could say that I'm a jack of all trades. If you'd have me, I'd like to join you in your quest, which is what exactly?"

Dark_Master
05/11/2002 10:34 AM

Zeadd's eyes darkend..."Unfortunately it is not an easy one.....i seek an ancient Medallion..created by wizards of my order....those who have the 'Gift' that is....they gave their lives in order to create it and pay for it with eternal damnation at the Keeper's vile hands....however....the Medallion has the power to render subtractive magic useless against the wearer....subtractive magic is the opposite of mine, addictive magic....it is somewhat like necromancy but far more powerful....anyway." Zeadd stopped and took a sip of water from the skin he had conjured and offered it to Garrett.

"Hundreds of the 'Gifted' were killed by these fiends and so had to run and hide to save themsleves and the magic...i was one of them....even i could not fend them off for long...with this Medllion i will be able to rid myself and kin-wizards of them as they will have no power over me.....so i suppose that is our quest....do you want to join....there will be many dangers...no doubt the subtractive wizards gaurd it with their lives and it wouldn't surprise me if Malys had a play in this...."

"Well?" 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
05/11/2002 10:53 AM

Kethryveris shifted uneasily and then stood. "you two have your little chat...I am off to hunt...I'll be back by dawn." She muttered, and launched herself into the air, causing the campfire to sputter and nearly go out.

She flew easily in the raging winds...and she looked futher north. "Gellidus! I am leaving your lands....to search for and lay a covert blow against Malys!" Slowly, to her left, a huge mountain of snow shifted, and stood.

Gellidus flexed his wings and stared at his mate. He released the enchantments on her that made her look smaler than she truely was. Released to her full size of 150 feet from nose to tail, she lightly touched her nose to Gellidus's flank.

"Very well....But be careful...the clutch needs their mother..." he rumbled and returned her gesture. All thoughts of a meal was lost as the two entwined in the snow. Is there some meaning to this life?
What purpose lies behind the strife?
Whence doe we come? Where are we bound?
Through each day, each lonely night
We long to find the splendid light
That will cast a revelatory beam
Upon the neaning of the human dream

Black_Wanderer
05/11/2002 1:09 PM

Garrett thought a moment before responding to Zeadd. "This is a little bigger than I'd thought my first adventure into Krynn would be, but I'm up for any challenge. Still, angering Malystryx isn't wise by any means. But I will be glad to lend my blade and my bow to your cause. But first, would you mind if I asked what exactly this addictive and subtractive magic is? It seems strange, for I am only vaguely familiar with the workings of sorcery. I ask purely out of my own curiosity, to increase my knowledge of the world around myself. But tomorrow maybe, for I've ridden hard through the night and wish to rest."

Dark_Master
05/11/2002 1:33 PM

"Not at all my son..not at all."Zeadd loved talking about himself and the magic, "Well...let me see.... addictive magic uses what is already there and adds to it....for example....watch..." Zeadd places his hands upon his head and moves his fingers slightly....while his fingers move...his hair begins to grow longer until it is a few inches longer...."You see...i used what i already had and added to it....another example would be creating fire.....there is already heat in the air....i only add to it and draw fire. Unless i use Wizards fire...now there is a feat top behold....but anyway."

"I can of course change what is there aswell....say i wanted to turn you into a frog....stereotypical i admit but possible.....i simply rearrange what is there into another order....you see?"

"Now subtractive....that is a differnet matter.....while i can use what is there...i cannot make it dissappear into nothing....subtractive can." Zeadd lifted a small rock on a cushion of air and crushed it. "While some may think that the rock no longer exists...it does....the dust the rock has now become is still here....subtractive could make the rock dissappear completely...into nothingness....the same as it can a person. Such magic can nullify addictive.....if i where to raise a shield....a subtractive wizard could walk through it because my power cannot defend against power such as that."

"This is the reason why i need the Medallion....once i have it....their power will be nullified in my presence allowing me to wipe the floor with them...."The last sentence was more of a hiss,

"Well my boy i hope that clears things up a bit.....any more questions?" Zeadd looked eagerly at the man.

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.....

MarshallMedan
05/12/2002 8:46 AM

a dark warrior appears out of no where

Marshall: may i join up with you on your questThe day has passed beyond or power.
The petals close upon the flower.
The light is failing in this hour
Of day's last waning breath

The blackness of the night surrounds
The distant souls of stars now found

Dark_Master
05/13/2002 11:10 AM

OOC:Sure....you can join.... 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
05/13/2002 9:12 PM

Keth opened one eye and stared at the rising sun. Quickly she untangled herself from Gellidus. The Overlord opened his eyes and quickly noted the sunrise. "Go on...if you don't they will wonder...." She nodded and replaced the enchantments on herself....and her body returned to it's former size of sixty feet.

Quickly she returned and landed easily in the snow. "Well....Is he coming with us?" she asked then, eyed the newcomer. "I can't carry more than two...." she growled folding her gleaming white wings, and tossing the last bit of snow from her head.Is there some meaning to this life?
What purpose lies behind the strife?
Whence doe we come? Where are we bound?
Through each day, each lonely night
We long to find the splendid light
That will cast a revelatory beam
Upon the neaning of the human dream

Dark_Master
05/14/2002 2:36 PM

"Yes i believe he is coming with us.......hmmmm.......i may be able to help with that......if you don't mind sir.....i would like to work some magic on you....it won't hurt just make you lighter so Keth here can carry us all.....she doesn't mind do you my dear..." He walked over and patted her hide...."Good girl...yes...aren't you a good girl....yes you are....."

This was one of his....stranger mental states.


OOC: You do all realise that yopu have a deranged wizard here....hehe. 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.....

Black_Wanderer
05/14/2002 4:30 PM

"It would make sense to me", Garrett said, "That addictive magic would have the same effect on subtractive magic as vice versa. You seem to be a powerful mage, so could you not as effectively contradict the subtractive magics?" Garrett questioned Zeadd as he prepared for the trip ahead of him. He checked all of his weapons and secured his pack on the dragon's back, not secure in his decision to ride dragonback. Oh well, he thought. What does he have to lose?

Dark_Master
05/15/2002 1:57 AM

"Very good question.......one would think that such is possible.....although i am most likely the most powerful gifted wizard and i could fight such subtractive wizards for a short time....however....subtractive...as i said before....can cause things to vanish completely into nothingness.....that is their advantage over me.....they could cause any addictive magic i throw at them to vanish.....rendering even my power virtually useless. I unfortunately i can do no such thing.....therefore anything they hurl in my direction could rip right through my shields."

Zeadd moved around, he had nothing to pack for he carried nothing, save a pouch of steel.

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 3:54 PM

((OOC: Hm...I assume you don't mind if I join, considering that you need a villian. I'm going to attempt to play a Necro to see if I can feel out some of the more evil characters of Taekote...

Btw, Dark Master, I'm adding the additive and subtractive magic thing to the Shak'Dar bio. It's an excellent basis for comparison between the two different fundemental forms of magic. :)))

Praise be to the Keeper...Lord and Master of Eternal Death...He of Corruption and Power...Be with us always...

The chant floated just beyond the Victim's consciousness, adding to the tension of the moment and the darkness of the stark room. Dank sweat ran down his forehead and into his eyes, and the unseen seemed to drink of it as their voices rose again in a repeat of the dark verse.

A figure stepped into the room from no doorway that the Victim could see. It--there was no disernable way to tell the sex of the figure--paused and the face raised, as if sniffing the air through a mask of dark paints and swirling symbolism, before walking slowly to the center of the chamber.

The Victim watched with a steady gaze, though his hands--bound to two strong black threads that stretched upward into oblivion--would not stop shaking. He was entirely naked; a startling contrast to the Unseen's covered body...there was not a single slip of skin showing, nothing to indicate race or age...expression or sex...only the eerie mask that proclaimed him a Necromancer, High Priest to the Lord Hyd'ukiel.

What I will be one day, the Victim, a Shak'Dar, vowed.

The Unseen was behind him now. He hadn't been a second ago--had been across the room. Such was the mystery of the...

A flash of azure silver forced the Victim to cry out. He couldn't help it. No one who came here--though of their free will--could. The dreaded blades that served the Necromancers as their only physical weapon were dull and laced with poison designed not to kill but to maim...

His screams echoed through the chamber as the unseen chanters twittered with excitment. The blade dug into the flesh on the back of the Victim's neck and the magic life-force of the Shak'Dar began to flow into the cool air.

The Victim begged for the pain to end, for death to come swiftly. He almost--almost--prayed for his salvation on the soft white threads of the Lady Creator but stopped himself in time. Such would anger the Keeper in a way that would make this pain pleasure...

The Quiescent One reached into his endless robes and pulled out a small black jewel. It squirmed and flickered with cursed power, taunting the eyes of all who beheld it with despair. The One traced the blood that ran down the trembling back and then wiped it with his volumnous sleeve where the red disappeared into black. He then placed the gem ever so gently against the wound.

The gem instantly adhered itself to the Victim's flesh and his torment was heard by all, though he made not a sound. A painful power, an chafing strength flowed outward to all his limbs...he felt as if he hadn't the will to move, though his lightest grasp could crush a skull. His skin crawled, his breath shriveled in his throat. his eyes seemed to dry up within their sockets and the newest servant of the Lord Hyd'ukiel went limp within his bonds.

The One bowed ever so slightly towards the man's ear as he faded. "You know you may never remove it." The One left then; the man would stay there for many days.


((OOC: This is the main ritual that I decided for the Necros...I have to go now, though. I'll edit this later and add more...then write about my character and what he has to do with the story.

Please critisize this!! I'm having a bit--and by a bit I mean a lot--of trouble with writer's block lately...but I was in the mood...it needs revision and lots of it.))


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 Thursday, May 16, 2002 12:16 PM]

Dark_Master
05/18/2002 4:16 AM

OOC: Thats fine Star.....nice post. nothing to criticize about it.

BIC: Zeadd walked around the camp. He walked over to Keth and climbed up to sit aboard her shoulders. He motioned for the others to follow. "Which of you two weighs the most?" 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
05/18/2002 7:43 AM

((OOC: Oh come on now! There has to be something wrong with it if that's all you have to say...pwwweeeaaaassseeee????))

Jyd'erik paced along the small rut that ran through the center of the Antechamber just beyond the Realm of Initiation. There was a small, mysterious smile across his pale features though no one would have dared accused him of being happy. His pupil had survived and he was satisfied.

His clothes and face paint had been stripped the moment he had left by a flutter of eager hands. No Necromancer wore black outside special occasions for it was the Lord Hyd'ukiel's sacred color. He was dressed instead in the dark folds of a tight-fitting robe that had been stained the deepest marroon.

The room flickered with the light of black flames, almost cheerful when compared to the rest of the Necromancian structure. A roaring fire cast golden shadows up the long lines of books and into the dark windows backed with solid stone before carrening down to the gilden rug that spanned the cold marble floor, glittering with all its might. Deep redwood furniture completed the arrangments, topped with deep emerald pillows.

Upon one such pillow lay a figure. Hers was that of painful anorexia and scarred self-affliction. She watched Jyd'erik with wide eyes and hummed sloftly to herself.

He gazed at her for a moment, looking on as if she were a trophy that had fallen off the mantle.

"Why are you here?"

She sat up slightly and the golden shadows were cast over the dark surface of her skin, shimmering with perpetual sweat and pheromones. She was a Penumbrae, the darkest of Pasoan's worshippers.

And a great tribute to the Goddess of Chaos, indeed, Jyd thought, licking his lips as his eyes traveled up the sleek flesh of her legs, dark with bruises and lacerations, tantalizing and open to all for her clothes were nothing but the tattered remains of what must have once been fit for a Queen.

"You know he's coming," she whispered, twisting her body till her green eyes glittered at him from an angle that should have broken her spine. As it were, only another fountain of black blood traveled down her neck, disappearing between her dark breasts.

But Jyd'erik was no longer interested. He cast a scathing glance at her and snapped, "Of course, I know he's coming!" The words hit her as surely as a physical blow and the woman was thrown backwards over the chair. A loud crack rang through the air and a moment later, she emerged, a look of twisted pleasure across her features and her right arm cradling the left.

"Of course, you know," she whispered, her voice overlaid again with the strange humming.

Jyd'erik glared for a moment and felt the sweet pain of anger rising within his chest. He descended on her then, and for the second time that day, screams rang clear through the minds of the dark priests. 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
05/19/2002 10:03 AM

He waited for the two to answer...."Oh come on.....you two aren't embarassed about your weight are you?" Zeadd chuckled to himself then leant forward and spoke with Keth....."My dear....would you consider carrying the two of them.....you look strong enough.....i can strengthen you if you wish....temporalily of course." 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.....

Black_Wanderer
05/19/2002 6:23 PM

"I believe I'm the lightest of the two of us." Garrett said. "Honestly, however, I'm not sure if I like the idea of riding dragonback. No offense, Keth. It's just that my experiences with dragons have been less than enjoyable. But if there is no other way, go ahead."

Kalia_Majere
05/20/2002 8:58 AM

Keth Arched her neck with indignation. She glared at Garret, and huffed softly. She stood and walked away from him a bit. "Fine...if thats the way you feel about it...I don't care if you walk!" She hissed and curled up in the snow.

She toyed with the Idea of letting these three to see her true size...but quickly decided against it....she would need that element of surprise if she had to face Malys.Is there some meaning to this life?
What purpose lies behind the strife?
Whence doe we come? Where are we bound?
Through each day, each lonely night
We long to find the splendid light
That will cast a revelatory beam
Upon the neaning of the human dream

Dark_Master
05/20/2002 9:27 AM

"Come now Keth...don't be spiteful.....just ignore her...she tends to get rather grumpy. So...are we ready to go yet....that Medallion isn't going to just fall into our hands you know." 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.....

Black_Wanderer
05/20/2002 4:01 PM

Garrett strode forward. "Madame dragon, I mean you no disrespect. I speak only of past experience. You are obviously not as cruel as the other dragons I've faced. And yes, let us be on our way presently."

Kalia_Majere
07/12/2002 12:09 PM

OOC: I don't know if we wanted to continue this

BIC: Kethryveris strained, she had been flying for hours with nothing but sea below....and just ahead...land. she turned her head to be level with the old man.

"When we reach the shore...I must rest!" she roared into the wind. She wipped her head back and watched the coastline carefully...the Kallist mountains where still a fair distance away...but they where long past her domain....and entering Beryls... She shuddered involintarily when she thought of the huge, obsene, bloated green.Look beyond the coffers
to the men who weild the swords.
The one who rules their hearts and minds
is the one who guides the wars
The crown is not the only one
who writes the songs we sing
some games of power, blood, and death
are played by knights...Not kings.

Dark_Master
07/12/2002 12:18 PM

"Very well....how long until we reach the coast then?!" Zeadd strained his voice over the wind to allow Keth to hear him. He felt a gnawing fear in his gut at what had to come. 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
07/13/2002 12:21 PM

Keth Judged the distance and nodded her great head. "not long...within the half hour...she said, and began to angle her decent...her great wings angling down slightly...allowing them to slice through the air curents like a knife.

True to her word...twenty minutes later, she landed on a large white sanded beach. she winced in distaste at the hot sands benethe her claws... her eyes raised and locked on the expanse of jungle beyond the beach...and her scales bristled involintarily. she didn't like it here...not one bit...but she had given her word to help...just as Zeadd promised to give her back the mapLook beyond the coffers
to the men who weild the swords.
The one who rules their hearts and minds
is the one who guides the wars
The crown is not the only one
who writes the songs we sing
some games of power, blood, and death
are played by knights...Not kings.

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