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Avenging_Angel
12/05/2003 3:25 PM

The continent of Ansalon seemed mapped out in front of Rebecca, as the white robe gazed out a window of the High Tower of Sorcery at Daltigoth.

Gently swishing forests, emerald meadows, and the looming mountains hid what her teacher had called a blight: the Kingpriest.

She could still see, painted eternally onto her mind, an image of her return to her home near the city of Istar. Her family was gone, her home gutted by a fire, and all of her childhood friends shunning her for her proffesion.

As much as she knew, was that the Kingpriest had found out that her family approved of her descision to become a mage of Solinari. Monks of Majere, twisted by thhe Kingpriest had appeared, and tortured her family, forcing "confessions" from her family to heresy.


She had learned this from the local street urchins, children whose parents had been killed as heretics or witches, and now only knew the street for the home. She remembered a song that had called misfortunates such as them "...the children of istar, result of the kingpriests holiness..."

The analogy was used often in these days. Children of Istar were those who had been shunned for any reason, magic, race, or alignment.


She sighed, and returned to the present, the pain of seeing the tortures inflicted by the Kingpriest, and often wondered if anything would have been diferent, if she had been there when the "Inquisitors" had come for her family. Rebecca withdrew her gaze from the window, and looked at theose assembled in the room. One that she knew, a half-elf who had been there when the Inquisitors who had come for them. He still bore the scars.

He was high in rank, and rose. "You all know why we are here. The Kingpriest has allowed things to get out of control, and now mobs that have been crazed by his teachings prepare to assault our bastion of wisdom, the very tower in which you stand. In this they are led by a Revered Son of Paladine, and a Solamnic night." Rebecca sighed. The corruption of the Solamnic Knights had been a grievious blow.

"You knwo why we are all here. Our towerts are not impervious. We learned this from the tower of High Sorcery in Istar. You have a final chance to leave now. These mad clerics are closing in, so soon the paths of magic will be closed. We know that they can do this."

Rebecca shifted. The half elven sorcerer glanced. "You have something to say?" She shot him an inquiring glance. "How can they be this powerful these men?" The half elf narrowed his eyes. "We do not know where there new powers have come from. Remember, these are like no other force we have battled. The people believe in the men that these monsters where as masks. There in lies the peril."

"I f anyone wishs to depart for Palanthas or Wayreth, there is no shame.
As for the rest, if you have any news, share it, don't be shy. We need all the help we can get." In 12 days, the siege of Minas Tirith begins and the fate of Middle-Earth will be decided....

Kalia_Majere
12/06/2003 6:35 AM

Within the city of Istar itself, there was two people who worked to thwart the Kingpriest and his inquisitors. Two figures slipped into a side door of a small home on the outskirts of the city. The door swung shut quickly and was bolted against intruders.

The two cloaked figures turned towards the one who had bolted the door. Rilana sighed and rested against the door. The medalion of Mishakal sparkled at her throat, her long dark curly hair fell unfettered around her shoulders.

"Dell, you could at least give me some warning when you do this..." She said as she turned towards the two. The taller of the two pulled back the hood of her cloak. Cindell Rand, Seargent in the City Guard. The second one didn't remove their hood, the blood-red robes clearly marking the other as a mage.

"Sorry Rila... Had no choice. Stumbled across this one just after my shift... had to make like I was going to escort this one to the jails..." Dell ran her fingers through her blonde hair, her dark blue eyes filled with strain and worry.

"I really don't know how long I can keep this up Rila... I really don't...." Dell sighed and sat down in the nearest chair. Rilana's green eyes where filled with sympathy.

"I know Dell, perhaps it's time that you left this city... if they catch you you'll be of no good to any of us. Lady knows that this is not what the Gods want... however I fear that this will end badly no matter what we do..." Rilana said softly, her blue robes making only the barest whispers of sound as she crossed the room to pour three glasses of watered wine.

"Please, rest for now, we can figure what out what we'll do later on..."

OOC: Okay, I am unsure if I am gonna keep Rilana in this story... she may just stay behind when Dell moves on and fade out of the story... secondly, If POD was gonna play a Red-robe, I kinda left this open if she wanted to claim the red-robe that Dell is gonna help escape the city.

PrincessOfDarkness
12/06/2003 9:21 AM

The mage smiled at Dell, slowly shaking off his hood. A bruise on his face was being to form, but he paid it no attention to it. He had a noble face, clean shaven except for a very light mustache, prefectly cut above his lower lip (OOC: think Will Turner from PotC). His hair was long and blond, falling into his robe and tied back into a ponytail. Glistening green-blue eyes watched the world around him. He kneeled down and gently kissed Dell's hand.

"Many thanks, M'lady. Lunitari walks with you."

The man was handsome and charismatic, his red robes flowing loosely around his body and covering his lean, but not puny, physique. He looked up at Dell and Rilana, and confusion shown in his eyes as well, "Though I may ask...why do you save me unlike all the other guards?"(http://www.deviantart.com/view/3653881/)

Kalia_Majere
12/06/2003 9:28 AM

Rilana smiled and hid her amusement behind her cup. Dell flushed and handed the mage one of the remaining two.

"I was raised here in Istar... I had a rather abusive childhood... I cannot stand by and watch oppression take place before me, even at the cost of my own life. What he is doing is wrong..." She snarled, taking a drink from the cup in vain attempt to drown her anger.

Rilana nodded. "wrong and against the Gods...but he won't see it, can't see it..." The cleric said softly.

Dell frowned and nodded, then turned back to the mage. "Well then... you know my name by reputation here in Istar... however I do not know yours..."

PrincessOfDarkness
12/06/2003 9:57 AM

The mage smiled, thanked the cleric courteously and sipped lightly from the cup, "I am called Maylric, and you Captain Rand, if I'm not mistaken....it is good to see those that are not blinded by their own ambition..." He laughed bitterly, setting down the cup after a few sips of the wine, "It is not safe for me here, I must go...."(http://www.deviantart.com/view/3653881/)

Kalia_Majere
12/06/2003 10:06 AM

Dell stood and Rilana stepped forward. "Dell lead him out of the city... and go with him... you shouldn't stay here. It won't be long before they suspect you, and me.. if you leave now I'll be fine.. take Siran and my horse with you... there are plenty of provisions in their bags... Go please?" Rilana begged Dell.

Dell stared at her friend. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" she asked, torn between helping this mage and standing by her friend.

Rilana's eyes narrowed in mock anger. "Go or I'll call the rest of the guard myself!" She pushed Dell towards the side door.

Dell turned towards Maylric. "well I guess it's just us two then...come on follow me, the horses are stabled just outside the gates..."

PrincessOfDarkness
12/06/2003 10:56 AM

"Eternal thanks, Lady Rand," Maylric said, smiling, "Lunitari blesses you many times over...." He followed Dell to the door, watching her open it, "I am afriad I was never much of a rider on a horse....," He said, flushing, "The corridorsof magic always suited my tastes...." (http://www.deviantart.com/view/3653881/)

Avenging_Angel
12/06/2003 9:25 PM

OOC: Kalia, since Dell isn't exactly in an arc, how's this for an idea:
My half elf Kalen is going to end up in the headquarters of the City Guard (Where I'm assuming Dell is is) and somehow ends up escaping right under nose, so she is sent to the forest of Istar to aid the rangers in hunting him down.

(He is especially wanted because he killed a slaver and a ranger, and that's how they found out where he was hiding)

PoD, is Malyric going to the tower of high sorcery, or the forest?

BIC:

In the home of the Kingpriest, where the shining temple of Paladine lay, the holy city of Istar, a man crouched in an alley. He was filthy, his tattered rags of clothing encrusted in weeks of grime and mud.

A sturdy chain bound his two hands together, as well as his feet and a loop around his waist. A glance at the slender build of the man would cause wonder as to why anyone would bind him so thoroughly, but he had an experience in escaping slavers before, and those who held wished no repeats of the past.

Despite there attempts, he had evaded them for close to an hour, and now prayed that the route he had taken was the right one, which would allow him entrance to the sewers, and an exit from the city.

His hair was jet black, matted and tangled from his imprisonment, and a small beard grew on his chin, though not the careful straight patch it had been.

At first glance, he could be taken for an elf, his green eyes large and almond shaped, with ears pointed enough to mark his heritage, but his beard showed him to be a half-elf, viewed by many Silvanesti purists as less then alive, and by Istarian slavers, as easy money.

He snuck a peek outside of the alley, and cursed viciously. He had not ended up in the right place, but instead an alley over, and was right next to the headquarters of the City Guard. Talk about irony. Out of the frying pan, into the fire..... He mused, pondering the best course of action.


His thoughts were interrupted by the noise he had dreaded hearing all morning: shouts whose voices he recognized as those of his former captors. With and added curse to whatever gods-damned fool had designed these alleys to all look the same, he pulled back, flattening himself against the wall, as a thread of conversation in the slavers harsh voice drifted to him.

"........oi swear, once oi find that pointy eared bastard, he's gonna be trussed like a lamb up at festival toime in the temple, and oi'm gonna eat 'is 'eart out loike one!!!"

Kalen shuddered. He recognized the voice, and knew the man behind it was quite able of taking out that threat. A bull of a man, by the name of Targan, he was brutal, and very strong. The half elf had once seen him hit an elven woman with a blow that propelled her 15 feet back, for bringing him water with a pebble in it.


As the curses and threats of his captors drew nearer, a strange calm came over him. They can't find me, they won't find me, why should they bother and check this alley, out of all the alleys in Istar? Ah, and nasty voice in the back of his head said, the same reason they decided to come down here. They know where you're going they;re going to find you, going to capture you, beat you, sell you,-

He shook his head, unwilling to sell in to fear. Targan's curses and insults drew nearer. He heard the voice of Targan's assistant, a weasely man whose name eluded his memory. "Why do we have to come down here? That half breed'd be a damn fool, if he was coming down here. We're right by the bloody City Guard for crying out loud!"

The deeper voice of Targan sounded.
"Fool. That rat awhile ago told us he saw a half elf in chains come by him, headed this way."

"He could have lied."
"Bah. He knew if he did, oi'd take him down to the docks, and he'd be nothin' but money in moi purse if 'e lied."

The children of Istar are the starving faces in the alleys. he thought bitterly.

The worst thing that could have happened at that moment, happened.
An ancient shingle that had worn through the years, suddenly was host to a sparrow, which landed on it. The bird's weight bore down on it, and with a crack, fell down, and landed on Kalen's chains, with a resounding clank!, and Targan's head snapped up.

The startled sparrow gave a chirp, and fluttered away. Kalen sucked in his breath, and prayed Targan had mistaken the clatter for something else, anything else.....

He didn't.

With a grunt of fury, the huge man charged towards the alley. Kalen contracted his hand, grasping a handful of sand. Targan's piggish face appeared around the corner. A cruel grin came over his face.

"Got ya."

With a cry of fury, Kalen hurled the handful of sand into that face with all his might. The slavetrader howled as the sand burned at his eyes, and jerked back in pain. Kalen seized the chance to jump up, and run along the road, blind of direction, save to get away, and out. He ran towards a lesser known gate, and heard the slavers howls, and the cries of his confused assistant.

Kalen hardly had time to pull out of his mad dahs, and barely avoided colliding with a member of the City Guard, and a man in a red robe.(Maylric&Dell)

In 12 days, the siege of Minas Tirith begins and the fate of Middle-Earth will be decided....

[Edited by Avenging_Angel on Saturday, December 6, 2003 9:27 PM]

[Edited by Avenging_Angel on Tuesday, December 9, 2003 7:42 AM]

Aeramae
12/07/2003 9:37 AM

Talenara awoke from a disturbing dream, one that left her damp with sweat in her black robes. She sat up and looked around her, not remembering where she was for a moment as she rubbed her sore neck. It came back to her as she saw a small group of people surrounding her. They were refugees, some of them from Istar.

Talenara rose from her make-shift bed and went to deeper into the forest to a nearby stream. She needed a drink, and some fresh air. The people she was with weren't the type that she would ordinarily associate with, they were unwashed and smelled like it too, but then again, she'd rather be here than in Istar. There were dark rumors circulating about Istar and the Kingpriest. Istar was not a safe place to be right now.

She knelt by the small stream, really no more than a brook, and formed a cup with her hands. She scooped up a handful of cold water, drank it, and then sat down, leaning against a tree. From within her robes she pulled out her spell book and prepared to study her spells for the day. It was something that all mages had to do, and it was a task that she never failed to complete each day. Talenara was secure in the fact that no one would be disturbing her for awhile. The last person to do so was a walking reminder to others as to what would happen if she were disturbed without reason.

As she studied her spells, one hand crept up to absentmindedly rub the ragged scar that ran across her right cheek. It was her reminder of what she went through when she took her Test, as well as why she wore the black robes instead of red or white. She felt no remorse for what she had done during her Test, not then and certainly not now as she re-committed her spells to memory.

krackah
12/09/2003 6:48 AM

The man cursed as leaves crunched under his booted feet. All of the magic in the world, and he was going to get caught here of all places.

Glancing over his shoulder, he breathed a sigh of relief as he realized his pursuers had fallen behind. Looking up, he began to realize where it was he had gotten himself into. They hadn't fallen behind. They had gotten lost.

In front of him sat a black robed woman, skimming through her books of spells no doubt. He felt the ring on his finger begin to glow softly. He moved ot the side, avoiding a patch of magic that woudl have caused him to lose his way.

"Lovely day isn't it miss?" He asked, tryig to strike up a conversation.Did you know that the recording industry can search yoru hard drive without a search warrant? Or that stores are being raided for carrying Authorized DJ mixes. Dont support the recording industry. Stop your rights from slipping away! Get educated! Www.Boycott-riaa.com

Avenging_Angel
12/14/2003 1:21 PM

OOC: C'mon people!

BIC: A woman observed the human man approach the black robe, and a soft chuckle welled in the back of her throat.



In front of him sat a black robed woman, skimming through her books of spells no doubt. He felt the ring on his finger begin to glow softly. He moved ot the side, avoiding a patch of magic that woudl have caused him to lose his way.


The woman in the tree breathed out slowly, much of her concentration going into keeping up her camouflage, a gift to all Lucanesti, their strange opalescent skin allowing them to blend in with the surrounding terrain.

Despite this, the majority of her people were now slaves of the Kingpriest, working in the opal mines in the grasslands of Istar. She had been lucky to escape, and was growing more and more accustomed to the forest where she now made her home.

Her keen elvish ears caught a noise , not too far away, the sound of a human voice. She scrambled up the tree, keeping an even, steady, pace that allowed her skin sufficient time to adjust to it's surroundings.

She reached a nest of sorts that she had in the top of the sprawling oak tree, the tree she had named Kriajo'ir, or Spider Tree, named for all the little wood spiders on the trunk, and for how it's heavily leafed branches sprawled like an overturned spider.

The elf saw a slowly moving procession of human men and women, in camuflage, moving through the woods. They were not far off, and they were well armed. Suddenly she heard the sound of hounds.


Damn. They're getting smart. Still, dog's can't climb trees.

She thought, her mind racing along various escape routes she had through the overgrown trees. As she prepared to go down the tree, and make her way towards a farther haven, she cursed.

She couldn't just leave the humans there.

She sighed, and flipped out of the tree, to land on a moss covered rock, 5 paces from either human.

"I would recommend that you get moving. There's a conmpany of Istarian free rangers headed this way. If you need, I can help you hide." She jerked her head up towards the trees. In 3 days, the siege of Minas Tirith begins and the fate of Middle-Earth will be decided....

"They're all dead. They just don't know it yet."
~Eric Draven "The Crow"

Aeramae
12/15/2003 7:12 PM


She sighed, and flipped out of the tree, to land on a moss covered rock, 5 paces from either human.

"I would recommend that you get moving. There's a conmpany of Istarian free rangers headed this way. If you need, I can help you hide." She jerked her head up towards the trees.


Talenara looked up from her book. She had been able to ignore the man, but she couldn't ignore this. She checked an irritated sigh, hid her book within her robes, and stood up. She approached the elf, her robes making a slight whispering sound as she moved.

"I accept your offer of help," she said softly. "I might be able to take a few rangers out by myself, but not a whole company. Lead the way."Be free little pop tart-Happy Noodle Boy

Be strong little marshamallow-seen on a bumper sticker somewhere

gait_firestorm
12/16/2003 10:03 AM

OOC: I will try my best.

IC: The temple of the Kingpriest stood high, with its glinting gold and azure colored sides and the emerald peak. It was a sight to see, especially for Kalthain, a young woman learning to become a cleric of Paladine.

Kalthain was graceful in the wind. Her hair was as blonde as the wheat fields around Istar, her body flexing easily and her eyes dark green. The dark green eyes were a prophecy in books of Istar. It meant that the person was to become a powerful cleric in the future, a special helper of the Kingpriest.

She didnt fell that way at all.

She felt lonely, an outcast to most Istar society. She was a sight to see but not one person liked her for who she was. She was the daughter of a blackrobed wizard that no one even remebered what his name was... except for the Kingpriest.
Her life consisted of searching for her lost family history or....to be a servant for the kingpriest. It was so infuriating to think so much about life and the mysterys of the unknown.

Kalthain stood in a garden on the eastern side of the temple of Paladine, adoring the flowers and the breeze. She felt one with the earth. She closed her eyes for a moment to listen to the wind sweeping by her ears, until something patted her shoulder. "No one can control me as a slave, and sure as heck not my life!"
Gait Firestorm

Avenging_Angel
12/16/2003 10:32 AM

OOC: Gait, is Kalthain going to end up in the forest with the refugees?


BIC:



Talenara looked up from her book. She had been able to ignore the man, but she couldn't ignore this. She checked an irritated sigh, hid her book within her robes, and stood up. She approached the elf, her robes making a slight whispering sound as she moved.

"I accept your offer of help," she said softly. "I might be able to take a few rangers out by myself, but not a whole company. Lead the way."


The lucanesti smiled. "This way." She walked along, following the river, through the twining trees and undergrowth, until they came to a spot where it narrowed. She closed her eyes, allowing the Lucerna to do it's work, and reveal her hideout.


The water gleamed brightly, a blue, rippling light, and she saw a beautiful, multi-colored light of an opal at the bottom of the stream. More importantly, she saw the way-rune, etched in lucanesti blood, which showed up bright green.

She opened her eyes, and turned, following it, until the reached a pile of moss covered rocks, with ancient logs leaning against tthe heap.

"Ta-da."

She scrambled up a rock.
"Best place in the whole forest to hide. You can climb down into cracks of the rocks, into trees, and hollow logs." In 1 day, the king will return to the forgotten throne, and the final war for Middle-Earth will be decided......

"They're all dead. They just don't know it yet."
~Eric Draven "The Crow"

[Edited by Avenging_Angel on Tuesday, December 16, 2003 10:34 AM]

Avenging_Angel
12/22/2003 1:58 PM

OOC: *BUMP* The day where all races must unite and put aside all their feuds is here.Chaos's forces will pick you off, until krynn is his. Unite or fall. ~ Avenging Angel

krackah
12/22/2003 9:00 PM

OOC: Angel honey, I need to ctach up and figure out who i was playing.. Ill post TOMARROW after work (Should be around 1230-1 oclock central time if bob isnt awake.. if not it may be later..))Did you know that the recording industry can search yoru hard drive without a search warrant? Or that stores are being raided for carrying Authorized DJ mixes. Dont support the recording industry. Stop your rights from slipping away! Get educated! Www.Boycott-riaa.com

Aeramae
12/23/2003 12:02 PM

Talenara scowled at what she suspected was a hidden barb at her, and went where she was directed. She cared only for what would happen to herself at this moment, and if this was a way of saving herself, then so be it.

"You're sure that this will work?" she asked as she hid herself.Be free little pop tart-Happy Noodle Boy

Be strong little marshamallow-seen on a bumper sticker somewhere

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