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darknessfalls
10/15/2002 9:59 PM

Many years ago, before the cataclysm lived a mage of incredible power. His name was spoken by none, for the mere mention of it was said to summon him to your side. His power was feared by all, and none dared to face him. For years this mage had sought to live forever, and finally, near the end of his life he had found it. The legendary bloodstone could steal the life from mortals and grant it to its master, but the effects were temporary and lasted shorter and shorter amounts of time with each use. The mage had lived for many years with the help of the bloodstone, until one day another mage took it from him and turned its evil power against him. The bloodstone was later lost and forgotten by mankind, it was thought destroyed in the cataclysm, but one mage knew otherwise. Soon, the great bloodstone of Fistandantilus will be found again, and woe be to the world when the Darkness wields it.
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Darkness stood in the tower of high sorcery in Palanthas, glancing out over the great city. Its beauty was amazing to behold, but he was not impressed. He had crushed countless lives with his magic, and had enjoyed watching the blood flow from the bodies of his vitims, but the view of the most beautiful city on Krynn brought one emotion to him...hatred. He hated mankind, and he sought only to destroy. His late master, Raistlin Majere, had taught him that life was short and meaningless, and only the strong could enjoy a full life. Darkness had grown strong over the years, but he was nearing his fiftieth season on Krynn and he could feel his life slipping away from him. His magic was all that was keeping him alive, and soon even that would not be enough. For years he has sought a way to cheat death and extend his lifespan, and finally in his masters laboratory he had found it. The legendary bloodstone, one of his masters posessions, had the ability to steal the lives of others, but its effects were limited.

For months Darkness had sought to find a way to make the bloodstones powers permanent, and finally he had found the way. But he could not do it alone, he needed help, and only in that retched city of Palanthas could he find the help he needed. He placed the bloodstone around his neck, the fire inside it burned crimson against his black velvet robes. He pulled his hood over his now graying hair so that only his red, burning eyes could be seen in its shadow. He proceeded down the dark winding staircase that led the the ground level and made his way to the retched city of beauty.We are damaged provider modules,
Spill the seeds at our childrens feet.
Im so empty here without you,
I know they want me dead.

-Marilyn Manson (The Last Day on Earth)

DarkSage
10/16/2002 1:25 PM

Hulrak stood outside the Tower of High Sorcery, and looked upon it in awe. The blood minarets caressed the sky, the enchanted wood whispered to him.
He could feel the almost overwhelming fear envelop him, even though he was a follower of the god of dark magic whom had laid the curse. He was a full mage of the black robes, having passed his Tests of High Sorcery at the age of 17.

Hulrak is a respected mage, for his talent and intelligence. He numbered only 21 years, and he was full of youthful strength and vigor. His crafty, sly, and clever midnight black eyes, were like twin dark moons. His ebony hair was like the starless night, silky and black.
His handsome features, he considered a nuissance. He was constantly distracted by the beautfiful maidens who sought to catch his eye. His face showed ambition, and power.

Otherwise, he showed no emotion unless he wanted to. His eyes were just the same, an obsidian wall against those who intruded his thoughts. Pouches containing his spell components and artifacts were hidden inside his volumnious velvet-black robes. His hands were inside his sleaves, decorated with many rings of power.

Right now, Hulrak was on his way to the Three Moons shop. Mistress Jenna, daughter to Justiarus, head of the order of Red Robes, was the owner, and they knew each other well.
He was off to barter for a spellbook she had, one of very great value. It belonged to the Dark One, Fistandantilus himself. It would be a great prize, and he had just the item to barter for it. An ornate dagger, with elven runes all over it.
It pulsed with power, and he could almost see it glowing a faint forest green through his robes.

It was a dagger that belonged to Silvanos himself, much worth the price of the spellbook. Maybe even some other things, he mused. He had come across it in a ruin near the border of Silvanesti.

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He had traveled much of the world, learned his herblore and mastered many different runes.
Also, he had found many ruins that still had magical artifacts hidden within, waiting to be uncovered. Eventually, he settled in Palanthas, where he had been for almost a year now.
Often he would travel by magical means to the Tower of Wayreth, to further his studies.

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Sighing, he continued on his way to the Three Moons shop. "You cannot reach them. We tried once, yes, precious. I tried once;
but you cannot reach them. Only shapes to see, perhaps, not to touch.
No precious! All dead." -Gollum

darknessfalls
10/16/2002 9:51 PM

Darkness made his way out of the tower and headed towards the gates. The body of the great mage, still impaled on its ancient gates, shuddered and glanced in his direction. How many hundreds of times had he left and entered the tower, and not once did the body move. The ancient corpse, flesh still dangling from its glistening white bones, began to speak to him. In a deep and raspy voice, one not of this world, the dead mage spoke to Darkness.

"Do not follow this quest, it will only lead to your destruction. The gods will not tolerate another immortal on Krynn. They will destroy you."

Darkness pulled down his hood and stared straight into the corpses eyes. "The gods do not scare me, I am dieing already. The magic is consuming my life energy and I cannot stop it, but Im sure you know that already. I will take note of your warning and give you a gift in return."

Darkness raised his hands and began to chant in the arcane language he cherished more than his own soul. The magic came to him easier than to others, he had dedicated his whole life to his magic. A great sphere of black fire developed in his hands. He launched the dark flames at the corpse and it engulfed it and half the gate with it. The corpse screamed in agony as its immortal body was finally destroyed, along with a twenty foot section of the tower gates. Darkness pulled his hood back over his head, his eyes gleaming even deeper red than before, and he made his way into Palanthas.We are damaged provider modules,
Spill the seeds at our childrens feet.
Im so empty here without you,
I know they want me dead.

-Marilyn Manson (The Last Day on Earth)

darknessfalls
10/20/2002 10:06 PM

Darkness made his way to the nearest bar hoping to pick up a couple of sell-swords for his journey. The sign of the inn looked recently painted and seemed to be under new ownership. He entered the tavern and chose a seat in a dark corner near the fire. He sat there and watched for anyone who looked to have any skill in swordsmanship, but thus far none had entered. He pulled out one of his spellbooks and began to read a couple of his more difficult spells, his hand always straying to the bloodstone around his neck. "Could I get you anything stranger." A barmaid stood at his side awaiting a reply. Darkness looked up from his book, his red eyes all that were visible of his face. The woman took a step back, startled by the fire burning inside those eyes. "I will take a glass of your finest elven wine." He place a steel piece on the table and the barmaid carefully grabbed it and ran to the bar. "This could take a while, I might as well enjoy a little refreshment." The waitress returned with his glass of wine and quickly moved away. Darkness sipped his wine and returned to his spellbook while still glancing around the tavern every couple of minutes. We are damaged provider modules,
Spill the seeds at our childrens feet.
Im so empty here without you,
I know they want me dead.

-Marilyn Manson (The Last Day on Earth)

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