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RammStein
07/06/2000 1:03 AM

~as strange the day...the woods are found comfortable for a man of many dreams...having spent some time by the river...contemplating the different in life and death on this quiet day...the gentle breeze brushing threw my hair graced upon it is the memory of everything lost to me...looking down my eyes visioned blurred by the constant tears dropping...then I saw a face within the waters...it was humble...and ready to fight another day...this will was that of a warriors...he know alone in this vast land...his promise never kept and yet he still has his life...unlike the rest of his bargade~

~something rustles the leaves behind and to the left...this wasn't the wind...to turns and like any warrior he first smells at the winds...this training did not pay off for the winds were infavor of the soul that rested in the brush...an eary silent grows...this time the warrior does not use his natural powers to read the woods surrounding him...he sits and waits...as his voice cracks the silence to let it or them know he knows they are there~

"Friend of Foe?"

((open story...let see where it leads...let it be foe or friend...I'm sure this will get interesting))


Dallon Brus ~ RAMMSTEIN
L o r d O f S o u l s | S i C
Realm of Lochshin (http://www.csulb.edu/~rodgersd/java2.htm)

"All our souls are written in out eyes"

mirzhe
05/22/2000 4:48 PM

"Friend or foe" a voice mocks. "Its up for you to decide" the same voice remarks. Stepping out of the shadows is a dimunitive figure. The sex of the figure is indistinguishable because of the cloak and hood hiding the features. Depsite the small petite size of the figure it is heavily armed with an assortment of weapons. On its back is a non-descript long bow and a quiver of arrows. At the hip are twin scimitars. Tucked away in the boot is a dagger, the handle barely visable. There are many more weapons hidden in the folds of the cloak.

"May I join you at your fire good sir?" the figure asks.

Lich_Nexus
05/23/2000 2:50 AM

A little while later, a dark figure walks up to the edge of the fire light. "Good evening" a dry tone less, cold voice replys, barely above a whisper. "i have been on a long journey... acting executer for the late local lords will". "I have been travling far and your fire is quite inviting".

The figure steps forward and reveils himself in the fire light...looking at him you gasp, fearing death itself has come for you...

He is a blacked robed and cloaked man with skeletal hands and a staring skull. He is holding a large scythe in his hands, and their is a scimitar strapped at his waist. He shambles toward you as he speaks,"I am Nexus, humble priest and servent to my Lord Myrkul". It is then you notice the skull is but a mask, and the skeletal hands are satin gloves with white embrodrie.

"My bones are chilled, may i join you"?


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"May the Hand of Myrkul smite your enemies"

Lich Nexus... High Proxy of Death, 3rd Vertabre in the Brotherhood of Bone.

RammStein
05/23/2000 10:51 AM

~after tossing another piece of wood into the low fire...I finally hear the respond of the one in the brush...his mocking tone unappreciated and his hidden nature not welcomed...my hand rest upon the dagger close as...scanning the area finally I spot the figure appear from the shadows...his cloaked nature to obvious to me eyes...I question his appearance here before me...'am I his Bounty?' I ask myself~

~his question is welcome as my hand stays rested near the hilt of my dagger~

"indeed...what is your name?...and where have you bothered to make yourself known to me?"

Dallon Brus ~ RAMMSTEIN
L o r d O f S o u l s | S i C
Realm of Lochshin (http://www.csulb.edu/~rodgersd/java2.htm)

"All our souls are written in out eyes"

RammStein
05/23/2000 10:58 AM

~soon after welcoming the first I find myself with another visitor...I quickly stand this time...my behavoir let's all know I'm knowledge in the game of combat and multipul attacks~

~my mind calculates your words and keeps you at a distance tell your face is more visable to my naked eye...as you releave yourself of your mask and satin gloves...I wonder to myself what crowd I have brought to myself this night~

"as peaceful this place is...you are welcome as are others that would follow...though I priest working for that of Lord Myrkul does rattle some nerves...why do you travel only this night?"


~taking my sit as we speak amongst the fire...tossing another piece of wood into the fire...watching ashes dance within the fire...then looking to fellow dwellers~

Dallon Brus ~ RAMMSTEIN
L o r d O f S o u l s | S i C
Realm of Lochshin (http://www.csulb.edu/~rodgersd/java2.htm)

"All our souls are written in out eyes"

mirzhe
05/23/2000 11:54 AM

Pushing back the hood of the cloak the figures features revel that of a young elven woman. "I am Mirzhe" she said. "I seek refuge this night with you so I may get a decent nights sleep" she then added. Looking around the small camp site she stands and waits for a reply to her second question.

Lich_Nexus
05/23/2000 3:33 PM

As Nexus approaches the fire, Mirzhe and the man who's is tending the fire notices that Nexus does indeed cast a shadow... "I have been turned away from the Inn... it would seem they fear death and its mortal minions". "No matter, the fools aren't even aware their lord died from a plague... a plague i am sure will desimate the populus at large". "Simple minded fools, i could have helped them, but they let there fears condemn them to Talona's kiss". "It matters not, for those who taste the kiss of Talona eventully find the embrace of Myrkul".

"But that is too much to contemplate on a beautiful night such as this, dark, peaceful... just like death itself".

Nexus lies his scythe against a tree and posts himself next to the fire. He pulls out a pipe and begins to pack a pungent green substance into the bowl. He then mutters an incantation, then reaches into the fire and pulls out an ember and lights the pipe. He takes a long draw... then exhales deeply. He offers the pipe and asks, "Would you folks care to share my elven smoking herb"?


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"May the Hand of Myrkul smite your enemies"

Lich Nexus... High Proxy of Death, 3rd Vertabre in the Brotherhood of Bone.

mirzhe
05/23/2000 4:20 PM

She shakes her head "No thanks."

Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
05/25/2000 12:57 AM

A cold metallic voice says, "Don't mind if I do." A gloved hand reaches for the pipe. Holding the pipe gingerly, the speaker reveals itself as a robed person donning a glass domed mask hued a metallic grey. The robes were colored a dull orange with mahogany cuffs. A drawn hood covered the head except for the mask. It is rare to see a priest of Leira these days...

The Leiran priest's approach had been completely silent as if through magical means. In its metallic voice it said, "I am sorry. I do not mean to frighten anyone. It has been a long journey and I saw your camp as a welcome sight." The Leiran glanced at the priest of Myrkul. "That is, if I'm welcome..." The Leiran then raised the mask partially to puff on the pipe, still concealing the face. "Ahh, now that warms the innards." The Leiran handed the pipe back to the priest of Myrkul. "You make a good smoke, my friend."

The Leiran then glanced at the others. "By the by, I am Cassianus. A pleasure to meet all of you." Cassianus then promptly sqatted down opposite of the others and warmed by the fire.

Lich_Nexus
05/25/2000 2:23 AM

Nexus takes the pipe as he speaks. "Well met Cassianus, i am Nexus... and the secret to growing good smoking herb is in the fertlizer and compost"

Nexus states, "Please excuse me, i must offer my midnight prayer"... Nexus walks out of the fire-light and kneels down.

He begins to chant in some foreign toungue... Mirzhe, being a rouge, picks up a few of the phrases... "Lord of Bones" ... "blessed".... "humble servant"... "prove my worthyness"... "it's your judgement"...


Nexus' hand begins to burn with a strange purple fire... then he touches himself on the heart, "ARRRRRGGGGGGEEEEEEHHHHHH"...

Nexus collapses into unconsiousness...
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"May the Hand of Myrkul smite your enemies"

Lich Nexus... High Proxy of Death, 3rd Vertabre in the Brotherhood of Bone.

mirzhe
05/25/2000 12:53 PM

Watches Nexus and shudders. Pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her head on them. As always she is every watchful. Studying their newest arrival she has yet to decide what to make of him.

Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
05/25/2000 11:09 PM

Cassianus watches Nexus in amusement. It was always interesting to see how the other faiths worship their deities. Noticing the elfwoman's attentions, Cassianus bows a head in acknowledgement.

To the elfwoman the Leiran spoke in that metallic tone, "Let's see...we have Nexus, the priest of Myrkul. Quite an unusual companion for one such as yourself. May I have your name, please? I would know those who I spend the night with." The last sentence spoken in a teasing tone. Cassianus then glances at the warrior in the shadows. "Does he have a name as well?"

KingOfChaos
05/26/2000 3:47 AM

A man seems to merge with the shadows outside of the campsite, eyes, like dark gems, watch the others at the fire with slight amusement...standing, he finally moves into the light

"Name is Phizander, do any of you object to another sharing your fire?...as much as I dislike light...the warmth is needed..."

The others notice this man wearing complete black, even his voice is muffled behind a black mask which sits on his face under his utterly midnight robes. His hands, are similarly covered in the blackest of materials and he wears only a large amulet around his neck...a featureless circle of black wood...

The others will also notice that he carries a oaken staff, blackened with heat from a fire, and a mace which hangs at his large, black, leather belt...his demeanor is that of the night...his cover the shadow...

He looks over at Nexus and shakes his head...."Myrkulites...."


((OOC:...Can anyone guess what God/Goddess this particular character worships? :) ))



The KingOfChaos:
Master of Things Twice Born, High Skull of the Brotherhood of Bone.
RealmsOfEvil.Com (http://www.realmsofevil.com/): The Site for Role-Playing Villainy
"Evil is as Evil Does" - An Evil Forest Gump

Lich_Nexus
05/26/2000 3:55 AM

(OOC... Entropy :))


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"Pierced from below, Souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, Now ornaments dripping above"


Lich NexusHigh Proxy of Death3rd Vertabre in the Brotherhood of BoneVassel to the King of Chaos~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

KingOfChaos
05/26/2000 4:36 AM

((LOL...actually...not so philosphical...he is a priest of Shar))



The KingOfChaos:
Master of Things Twice Born, High Skull of the Brotherhood of Bone.
RealmsOfEvil.Com (http://www.realmsofevil.com/): The Site for Role-Playing Villainy
"Evil is as Evil Does" - An Evil Forest Gump

phooka
05/26/2000 10:09 AM

...what a night for weary wanderers it was, as yet another lone traveller emerged from the woods to join the strangers seated around the fire.

This one was the oddest yet. It stood nearly twice the height of an average man, and was covered completely in a pile of rags. Atop its head was a wide brimmed hat underneathe which, one could barely make out a bizzarre mask, perhaps a goggled helmet of some sort. The figure was obviously hiding much under its rags, for its form was not even vaguely human.

It stopped roughly ten paces behind the one called Cassianus, and suddenly dropped in stature, seeming to sit. It faced the fire and remained motionless as it made a series of rapid clicking noises resembling an insect-like purr.

Lich_Nexus
05/26/2000 12:38 PM

(OOC... you forgot the ring of purple around the disk ;))

(IC) Nexus gets up and dusts himself off... and walks back to the fire... He glances at the priest and says, "Greetings Nightcloak... looks like the rays of Selune shine too brightly tonight for the likes of you... but fear not, i have a healing ungent if your skin gets irratated from Her silver light.

Nexus takes another toke from his pipe and hands it back to Cassianus... he looks at the newcomer. "What a strange lifeform that is"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pierced from below, Souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, Now ornaments dripping above


Lich NexusHigh Proxy of Death3rd Vertabre in the Brotherhood of BoneVassel to the King of Chaos~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

RammStein
05/26/2000 12:58 PM

~gazing eyes move from each dweller to the next..as they welcome themselves to my dwelling night..as though I welcomed them..I shrug this thought away~

"Greetings to all.."

~my voice trails off as I feel the presense of dark intension..my eyes look to Cassianus~

"I am Jairgo..I assume you all know how to take of yourselfs"

~as I look around once more..then eyes fall upon Nexus as his unconsiousness body just lays there..a slight shake of my head..as I wonder how I drew such a crowd~

~moving on the as the tall traveller makes noise..I gesture to him to welcome him as well..to the crowd of the unlikely..my eyes not often falling upon the of Phizander..something warns me his bidding here is not for peaceful measures..gesturing to Mirzhe in my symbolic nature knowing she may not understand my intend...but in my gesture I warn her the dangers of this crowd...this could play to be an interesting LONG night~

Dallon Brus ~ RAMMSTEIN
L o r d O f S o u l s | S i C
Realm of Lochshin (http://www.csulb.edu/~rodgersd/java2.htm)

"All our souls are written in out eyes"

Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
05/26/2000 4:32 PM

The elfwoman remained quiet. Cassianus decided to leave well enough alone. No need to be pushy.

The Leiran bowed a head in greetings to the newcomers. A priest of Shar...interesting. What manner of travelers this fire attracts! The giant rag-covered hat-wearing being made Cassianus wince a bit. It seemed familiar to the Leiran. Cassianus kept an eye on it as it made its perch ten paces behind. The mysterious man who seemed to be the host of the campsite made his presence known. What an open man to accept ones such as these, or perhaps ignorant...

Cassianus accepted the pipe from Nexus, took another long puff, mask still covering the face as was the way of Leirans, and offered it to the Sharran, gauging his reaction...

KingOfChaos
05/27/2000 4:48 AM

"Don't mind if I do...." Ziphander's smile was hidden beneath his felt mask...he had always felt an almost kinship to the Leirans...their Goddess shrouded truth and light in illusion...Shar did the same...however she did it with mind numbing darkness....

"Hmm...sweet smoke...kill the light with your heavenly aroma..." Ziphander took a puff from the pipe...sticking the end through the small hole in the mask located over his mouth...

He then laughed at seemingly nothing and said.."Now all we need is a priestess of Sharress...then the fun could start...". Ziphander looked over at Nexus again laying on the ground before handing the pipe back to the Leiran priest....

"Hey...Deadite...if you are done laying on the ground perhaps you could rejoin us near the fire....".

"Hmm...seems we have a strange visitor stalking us...come...strange one in the rags...nearer to the fire if you wish..."

It was typical of a Sharran priest to either be downright rude, quiet and brooding...but this fellow seemed different...



The KingOfChaos:
Master of Things Twice Born, High Skull of the Brotherhood of Bone.
RealmsOfEvil.Com (http://www.realmsofevil.com/): The Site for Role-Playing Villainy
"Evil is as Evil Does" - An Evil Forest Gump

phooka
05/27/2000 6:34 PM

The mysterious stranger remained a still pile of rags.

mirzhe
05/27/2000 7:54 PM

o O ( sorry all, have been gone for a few days)

ic: Staring at all srounding the camp fire, the elven woman slowly creeps further from the fire. The night does have its advantages to one such as herself. While the others talk among themselves she creeps far enough out of the fire's light to watch and observe but still be close enough for the fire to keep preditors away from her.

Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
05/28/2000 4:59 AM

Cassianus waves the pipe away. "That's enough for me. Perhaps our host would like an offering of the pipe. I shall go and see what the night has to offer me."

With that said, the Leiran gets up and strides over to another clearing near the camp in sight of the glow of the fire. Cassianus nods to the ragman and the elfwoman on the way over to the spot. Two more lonely souls in a world full of them. Cassianus reaches the clearing and kneels down. Taking a deep breath, composure is regained. Hands outstretched, the Leiran kneels facedown to the ground and whispers a prayer to beloved Leira. The rumors of Leira's death was just that, rumors. The Leiran feels the soothing grace of Leira's presence on this moonlit night.

In seeming response to the heartfelt prayer, a slight hum is heard in the clearing, the music of protective spells...

Lich_Nexus
05/28/2000 5:10 AM

(OOC its cool mirzhe, glad your back)

(IC)
Mirzhe stands on the edge of the firelight and she sees a form standing near the copse of trees directly behind the camp... then she notices another, then another. She shifts to the elvan sight so she may see these beings better... and is shocked to see that the warm heat of living bodies are not present in these.. things.

She is about to gasp when she feels a warm hand touch touch her shoulder. She turns to see Nexus, "Fear not, for i summoned them... to guard us as we enjoy this fire". "You are in no danger from them"...

Nexus walks back to the fire... Mirzhe shudders as she realizes that the hand that was burning with the power of death a short while ago, was the same hand that touched her shoulder...
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Pierced from below, Souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, Now ornaments dripping above


Lich NexusHigh Proxy of Death3rd Vertabre in the Brotherhood of BoneVassal to the King of Chaos~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kern_Murdauk
05/28/2000 11:25 AM

Without so much, as a rustle from the bushes to herald it's entrence, a dark melodious voice joins the fourm.

"I saw the fire from down the road;and having not seen life worth mention for several days travel, I was glad to now meet fellow travelers. Would you mind if I were to share your fire?"

He takes several steps forwad from the shadows, and sweeping his robes to the side, leans down on a beautiful staff, to warm his hands by the fire.

The new companion is hardly an ordinary sort, yet, among this crowd, who is to say? Garbed in rich flowing robes, alabaster and gold, he appears to be some sort of holy man, yet, caries no obvious symbol of any god.

"I am sorry if I starteled you folk, allow me to introduce myself. I am Kern Murdauk, from Thay. Far removed from my kin however, I do assure. I am a wandering monk of sorts, making my living as I may, and applying my trade when there is a need."

The new companion stares into the fire, with dead grey eyes, and beside his charming manor, and clam words, you sense somthing amiss with this holy man...


__________________________________________________

His Holiness,
The Good Bishop Kern Murdauk of Thay

(Kern_Murdauk@yahoo.com)
__________________________________________________

RammStein
05/31/2000 1:59 PM

~a dagger gently played in my left hand..as I begin to stab at the fire to prepare it for more wood..tossing another two pieces of thick wood into the fire..watching the fire slowly engulf the pieces then a flash erupts as the fire grows to the heights at wish desired~

~finding my gaze to the new companion and welcoming him..though in reading him quickly he hides something as well to the rest of those behind masks~

~my silence nature is notice obviously as my eyes just look about..thinking to myself...'I care not for those that hide behind a mask'..my annoyance finally taking over as I speak aloud~

"Did I welcome this Mascarade gathering..is this out of respect for me to not show your deadly features to the rest of the gathers"

~my eyes shifting to Nexus..the one that passed out earlier and had the pipe..my dagger more then present in my hand my annoyance showing in my quick movement of the dagger dancing in my palm~

"care to remove the mask..or duth yer 'fine' skin propose a threat to us..if ye look upon us"

~standing I look coldly to you and stand proud~

"you summon your Lords works to protect us..but who are they really to protect?"

~my voice short and cut..my left eye begins to twiches vigorously..a sign of my annoyance more present~

Dallon Brus ~ RAMMSTEIN
L o r d O f S o u l s | S i C
Realm of Lochshin (http://www.csulb.edu/~rodgersd/java2.htm)

"All our souls are written in out eyes"

Kern_Murdauk
05/31/2000 4:46 PM

"A Masquarade?!", booms Kern, in a jovial tone.

"I had not thought myself to be the deciever!

From where I came I tell you, and my calling I

say as well! To reveal what next then?"

Before you can respond however, a deer steps forth from the forest and walks to the side of the bishop. Looking up for a moment, he speaks soft words to the doe. Then, without hesitation, the animal takes several steps forward.
Without hesitation, the deer strides into the blazing fire. As the deer comes within the blaze, it grows to an infero, consuming the deer and obscuring it's form. Despite the burns it now sustains, the deer still remains. It holds itself there, quavering in intense agony, yet unable to leave.

"We have several minutes until our meal is done.

What shall we talk of till then...?"


-KM

Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
06/01/2000 1:51 AM

The prayer finished, Cassianus slowly rises, the protective spells winking out of existence. A commotion seems to have begun around the fire. Another newcomer has arrived to the campsite. Some sort of golden robed holy man, the Leiran knew not of what order, and Nexus seemed to be trading harsh words with Jairgo, the host of the camp. How many of us around the fire now...seven? The others seemed to not take any action, watching the confrontation with interest. Jairgo drew a dagger and pointed it at Nexus. Was that a deer burning in the fire? The animal made a pathetic bleating sound as it slowly burned, its hair and skin burning away to reveal smoked flesh underneath. The area smelled deliciously of cooked venison. The deer was just standing there. Magic must be at work to keep it still.

The drawn dagger made Cassianus nervous. The Leiran laid a hand on a mace hidden in the robes. The camp seemed to be getting a bit unhospitable.

Lich_Nexus
06/01/2000 3:20 AM

Nexus stands up and faces Jairgo, "i have told you sir that i am returning from official church business in the local shire... I wear my vestments for i feel no need to mask my alliegence to the Lord of Bones".

Nexus pulls his hood over his scalp and down to his back and removes his skull mask... you see a bald, sqare jawed man with cold steely gray eyes, blacked by coal. His sputum is peirced with a bar capped in little skulls. Both of his eyebrows are pierced with small loops. His skin has a slight pallor and his face is void of emotion... most startling is the bold tattoo of the symbol of Myrkul tattooed on his bald cranium.

Nexus looks at Jairgo and askes, "Are we going to feast on this beast who willingly gave its life to my Dark Lord to provide us with sustance...

Nexus holds out his hands to show he is holding no weapons, then moves them swiftly in a upward motion, then suddenly the half cook deer animates and steps out of the fire, standing ready to trample Jairgo.

... or are we going to fight?

For the first time in a long while... Nexus has a smile acrossed his face...






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Pierced from below, Souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, Now ornaments dripping above


Lich NexusHigh Proxy of Death3rd Vertabre in the Brotherhood of BoneVassal to the King of Chaos~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kern_Murdauk
06/01/2000 11:52 AM

Kern chuckels under his breath as Nexus animate's his deer. He would have perfered compeling another animal, or an offensive traveler, to fetch it by hand, yet, it was one less spell for him to cast.


-KM

mirzhe
06/02/2000 2:48 PM

Still in the shadows of the night, she watches the area and those it holds. Smelling the cooking meat her stomach begins to grumble, yet she refuses to join them to feast on the now cooked animal.






"Vengence creates vengence but clear retribution can balance scales."

-Unknown

Kern_Murdauk
06/02/2000 5:28 PM

Kern sits on his log, readying a wicked looking bone razor, with which to carve his venison. Yet, before he moves to the deer, he looks up for a moment.


"Murkylite, I sense another near us..."

"Can you smell her soul as well?"

He rises from the log, not waiting for a response, his eyes now shining with an golden inner fire. He sniffs the air, like some sort of predator tracking its prey.

He then smiles to himself, it was not the sort of smile that you feel comfortable with...

"mmmm...this soul reaks of anger...perhaps for the deer..."

He laughs softly to himself. Imagne, sad for a deer. That was just the begining of my entertainment for the night...I wonder what she will think of the other events I am toying with.

"She is an elf or a human..."

"...and I think she is afraid."

Silhouetted against the fire, the good bishop walks to the forest, the bone knife held to kill...


_____________________
I am the sort who
wishes happyness
for all.

Yet, in the world
we live in, I am
more then willing
to settle for my own.
_____________________


-KM

(PS. if the spacing on my modest little boxes is screwed up, I will kill the elf girl off in the forest, in an effort to quench my anger...jk:)

Kern_Murdauk
06/06/2000 8:27 PM

(ooc. I liked this...is it really dead?)

Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
06/06/2000 10:02 PM

OOC: Not dead, just sleeping...

Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
06/06/2000 10:10 PM

Cassianus saw the deer being reanimated and got up in a huff. The Leiran was hoping to feast on that deer. It would not do to see it used as a weapon for a senseless fight. Striding over to the priest of Myrkul and Jeirgo, Cassianus took out the mace and slammed it down on the deer.

"Either use this for our supper or see it destroyed. Your choice. Let the damn thing finish cooking!" Cassianus said the last sentence in an almost pleading tone. The Leiran watched the reactions of Jeirgo and Nexus.

Lich_Nexus
06/07/2000 4:42 PM

Nexus walks over to the deer and cuts a bit of flesh from the back-strap of the deer, "i like my meat rare". He then dispels the animation and lets the deer continue cooking... he then sits down and chuckles quietly to himself as he packs another bowl of elven smoking herb...

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Pierced from below, Souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, Now ornaments dripping above


Lich NexusHigh Proxy of Death3rd Vertabre in the Brotherhood of BoneVassal to the King of Chaos~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
06/07/2000 11:46 PM

The heated exchange quieted down and everyone sat back in their respective rest spots, silently watching the deer crisp. Cassianus was the first to get up to check up on the roasted deer. The Leiran drew a cutting knife of fine silverwork and plunged it into the succulent flesh. Someone should have been assigned the duty of skinning the deer before roasting it but the unusual way it was done made it a forgivable act. Cassianus peeled aside the skin, which flaked off, hair and all, and sliced off a hunk of venison. Skewering the meat on the blade, the Leiran then went off to eat. Preferring company during a meal, the Leiran sat near the only one in the camp who had been hospitable so far, ironically enough, the priest of Myrkul. Nexus was busy packing his pipe as Cassianus sat down. Cassianus glanced at the large being in the rags and hat. It remained still, chittering to itself. Cassianus wondered if it would even join in the meal.

Cassianus took out some spices normally used for stews and sprinkled some on the meat. The Leiran then lifted the glass mask partways to take a bite, looking away from Nexus.

Chewing the food with the mask back in place, Cassianus said to Nexus in the deep metallic voice, "Mmmm, tasty." The Leiran then offered the bag of spices to Nexus.

"Try some?"

TDTyde
06/10/2000 1:33 AM

As the men sat and ate at the fire a figure lurked in the darkness outside the camp... enough to see what was going on... but not to be detected.. the man was about 6 and a hlaf feet tall.. with a few weapons and potions in his possesion.... he looked hungry and tired... and hurt judging by the large blood stain on his leg, between the joints of the light armour.... he thought to himself that this seemed like an un friendly bunch...But he was hungry non the less... he waited and weighed the posibilities...... but when he reached a decision the meat was gone along with his hopes... he would have to starve another night he thought.. as he climbed a tree a short distance away and fell asleep.. with a knawing pain in his stomach

"we are afraid of darkness , even when it is all around us"

mirzhe
06/10/2000 9:52 AM

Mirzhe's elven ears detected a sound in the darkness. She thinks to herself then stands up and slips into the night. Letting her eyes turn to inferedspectrum she searches around the camp ground for the source of the noise. Looking up into a tree she notices the human. She then slips off and gathers some fruit she noticed earlier in the day. Moving back to the tree that the human occupies she leaves the fruit at the base of the tree for the reclusive one to eat when he feels like it.

Kern_Murdauk
06/10/2000 9:41 PM

As Mizhe turns from the tree, Kern now towers before her, smiling down at her with an unwholesome grin.

"Very kind of you miss, but I think also unwise."

"Who could this man be? Some sort of fiend or vagrent no doubt! Unwilling to accept our meat, company, or healing, he waits in a tree staring down at us from his perch above! How could we not know that he is not in fact a brigand, here to slit our throats in the night, and off with our goods...?"

"I think it is best we learn his intent first from him before we sleep tonight...do you not?"

With suprising speed for a man his size, Kern
scales the tree, much the way a cat would. Within a few short seconds, he is up top to the sleeping man.

There is a flury of movement from the treetop, and then a dark shape plumits to the earth. A sharp snap and a groan heralds it's arrival to the ground, and it stirs slowly in the shadow of the tree. Not long after it reaches the ground, Kern decends to eye level with Mizhe, having climed down inverted like a spider.


With a booming laugh and a grin unbefiting of the situation, Kern announces, "I do hope there is some life left within him elf...but regardless of that, I now feel much better for myself"

He leaps to the forest, and lands on his feet. Then, readying his crook, starts tword the man...

-KM

mirzhe
06/10/2000 10:15 PM

Mirzhe places herself between the injured man and Kern. "The man is wounded, hungry and untrusting. But look at the group around the fire. If you were in this man's condition, would you trust those who are here? I seriously doubt you would." she said. "I say leave him in peace for now, if you are so worried about him then I will stay awake the whole night and watch him. Or we could take turns watching him, but seeing as how he is injured and tired let him be." she then scolded.

TDTyde
06/11/2000 12:06 AM

The suprrise attack from the large man caught Kamron off gaurd... but before he knew what hit him , the last thing he saw was the ground rushing up at him , and then blackness....

"we are afraid of darkness , even when it is all around us"

Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
06/11/2000 2:55 AM

Cassianus got up to stretch. This night was proving to be a long one. Yet, Cassianus wasn't tired. Quite the opposite in fact. The prayer to Leira brought inner peace as well as a new cache of heaven-sent spells. The Leiran couldn't sleep. Didn't dare sleep, especially in the company of potentially dangerous individuals. Besides, there was an identity to protect.

Cassianus walked off, letting Nexus smoke his pipe in peace. The moon was a sight to behold (something the Sharran would detest) and left enough light to see with. Wanting to relieve somewhere in the woods, the Leiran heard a loud crashing sound. Drawing the mace again, Cassianus saw the golden-robed man again, facing off against the elfwoman whom the Leiran spoke to earlier. Lying on the ground was a wounded man. Cassianus didn't know if he was dead or not.

Cassianus spoke in that odd metallic voice, "Is something the matter here? The man there could use some healing and seeing as I'm a healer, I can be of help...Of course, if one of you has killed him, then perhaps the priest of Myrkul will be more appropiate."

KingOfChaos
06/11/2000 10:33 AM

"Damn that silver bitch"...

Ziphander cursed the moon goddess vehemently before taking a piece of the deer meat and ripping off a piece to chew on...he wasn't past eating undead...as long as they were cooked, not humanoid and not moving at the time...

Waving a hand, the Sharran casted a spell over the small area of the fire, dimming the moon light significantly, leaving a large shadow surrounding the group still around the smoldering embers...as if something large and round drifted above them blocking the accursed silver radiance...

Shar would prevail...the night would be hers...

"Here now...why are we attacking complete strangers in the trees?...bring him out so we can all have a whack at em'!"

The Nightcloak laughed...pounding his staff on the ground....



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mirzhe
06/11/2000 3:12 PM

" NO!!!!!!!!! No one is going to hurt this man or 'take a whack at him'. As of right now, I am placing this human under my protection. Anyone of you so much as lays a hand on him you will have to deal with me." Mirzhe shouted at the group gathered around the fire. Walking over to the fallen human she then places herself protectivly near him. "If anyone has a problem with that then get over it quickly." she then said as she moves her cloak to the side reveling only part of the many weapons conciled on her body.



"Vengence creates vengence, but clear retribution can balance scales. -Unknown"

Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
06/11/2000 11:07 PM

Cassianus approached the elf despite her warning. Quickly the Leiran said, "Your man requires healing and though Leira is a capricious god she is not merciless. If you are determined to save this man, then place his life in my hands."

Of course, it was difficult to read the Leiran's intentions because of the opaque mask, but Cassianus held out hands, palms upraised in a gesture of peace.

"His fate lies in your response, Lady Elf"

Lich_Nexus
06/11/2000 11:13 PM

Nexus finishes the deer meat Cassianus so graciously spiced for him... then he notices the wounded man. Nexus walks up to the altercation between the elven lass and the human... "excuse me", Nexus coldly states as he passess them.

Nexus kneels before the wounded, man and seems to look within himself... after a short moment Nexus states, "Myrkul is not ready to recieve you, but He suspects your continual exsistance will bring more souls to His court... Nexus starts to chant in an ancient tongue... he then touches the wounded man's leg... the sounds of bones snapping and crackling flames echo as the man writhes and screams in agony... after a few moments pass the man, rises fully healed...

At that moment the elven maiden and the human are shock to see a silent corpse come shammbling past them up to Nexus... and begins to whisper in his ear. Nexus looks at the undead creature and smiles, "thank you my child, you have done well". Nexus reaches up to touch the the undead and says, "now as i promised... return to your restfull sleep". Nexus toches the undead creature and it falls to the ground and quickly decomposes to dust befor the onlookers eyes...

Nexus turns to the others and says, "It seems that an orc war party has taken notice of our bickering and of our fire... and are making their way to us... i shall take care of this... though anyone may join me if they choose... Nexus summons his scythe back into his hands and walks out into the moonlight...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pierced from below, Souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, Now ornaments dripping above


Lich NexusHigh Proxy of Death3rd Vertabre in the Brotherhood of BoneVassal to the King of Chaos~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TDTyde
06/11/2000 11:24 PM

Tyrus, dazzed and confused after the healing from the man , he begins to follow him into the forest to go after the orcs, but not before taking a sip from a neon yellow vile from his belt and bringing out his 2 small woodsmen axes.........





"Why are we afraid of darkness, when it is all around us?"





- Tyrus -


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RammStein
06/12/2000 10:08 AM

~the commotion finally draging Jairgo eyes from the fire that dances infront of Jairgo..having left the front of Nexus from his unwelcomed comments..Jairgo left it at that having no true reason to strike the fellow camp dweller..Jairgo's slow raise of his eyes to the commotion his interest minimal at first..then the words of 'strike the elf down' did not please Jairgo's senses..Jairgo breaks his silence once more though he may have wished he remained silent~

"of all people that should be attacking people it should be me, let me remind you all I started the camp..if I welcome you all then shouldn't we welcome a wounded man..is it that he is weak at this time we know we can take advance of him?"

~Jairgo's question blairing to all as he scans the dimmed are set by another searching for the answer to his question..Jairgo's eyes fall upon Nexus has he takes the initiative to heal the wounded man from the trees..then I question myself...'why was he in the trees the first place?..how did a wounded man get into the trees?..what does this man seek as well what do the others?..all these questions could only be answered in time if this group could keep their peace..an odd group has come together tonight..Jairgo's thoughts lighten as he has healed the wounded man..but this wary of his beliefs~

~Jairgo having past on the feast..is not hungry for hungry feeds the poor..this night he is nor poor nor filled with life..this thoughts almost distant at times..comparing what he did do to what he could have done or should have..Jairgo past always haunted him~

"so what brings this dirty dozen here this night?"

~Jairgo rushes this question to the growing crowd to get his mind off his recent past events~

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Kern_Murdauk
06/12/2000 10:32 AM

Kern had forgotten completely his toying with Tyrus, as this new diversion presented itself. Orcs were one of the things that angered Kern. Primitive and crude, ugly and poor manered. Even the thought of them angered him.
However, Kern was not the sort who stayed angry for long...

A gout of black fire errupted around him and temporarly concelis himslf from view. As the cold fires clear, Kern stands there, etherial and gohst like, having sprouted the horns of a ram, and the legs of a lion, he towers over you like a hideous demon.

"Lead on Myrkulite, for tonight, we go forth to slay..."

mirzhe
06/12/2000 10:32 AM

Mirzhe rushes after the human and grabs him by the arm to spin him around and face her. "Let it be known to you, that you now owe your safty while you were injured to me. If you harm any that is in this camp, then know I will kill you myself. Yet I do not want to, I sence a little bit of kindness in you." she said. With that she turns around and heads back to the fire's light. Looking at Jairgo she asks, "what bothers you so that you have such a look of despair on your face?

KingOfChaos
06/12/2000 6:00 PM

The Sharran smiled and tapped the staff on the ground while speaking a command word...

"Arise Silmourne....."

From the staff a ghostly apparition appeared...cursing the Sharran priest with many types of painful deaths...

"Shut up....now...we are about to enter battle...I want to you to possess the leader of the attacking warband and route them from the inside...make their leader start killing them....their moral should break...after all they are only orcs...

The Ghost wheezed out a sigh and moved into the forest after the others...meanwhile the man in black walked after his servant...a smile on his lips..his holy symbol between his fingers....



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Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
06/12/2000 11:56 PM

Cassianus watched the others go off to handle the orcs. The camp's host, the elfwoman, and the rag creature chose to remain in the camp. The Leiran, not wanting to miss out on the action, disappeared into the woods after the others...

His name in Orcish translated to "Elves' Bane" as was indicated by the elf ears that adorned the orc party's leader's attire, 50 pairs in all. He wasn't the largest of the group, numbering 40 orcs, but he was their most cunning. His eyes burned a fiery red, the symbol of Gruumsh One-Eyed etched on his chest. Out in the wilderness, the hunting had been poor and uneventful. It hasn't been exciting since the elf village the orc party pillaged and that had been weeks ago. Now they spotted a campfire, a focal point for their hunt. Perhaps there will be some new ears to add to the collection...

Cassianus heard the whooping and hollering. The Leiran's campmates had little time to prepare before the orcs were upon them. Cassianus made some preparations as well. Standing alone, Cassianus made a fervent prayer to Leira for aid. Cassianus remembered a time, months ago, when a green dragon had nearly been the Leiran's doom. As the prayer went into effect, a shimmering appeared around Cassianus. Now the Leiran WAS that green dragon...

DemonArgentile
06/14/2000 1:40 AM

"Ahhhhhhh Rammstein. But don't you already know."

~Snickering as he appears in the area.~"Logic is for the creatively impaired"
-M. Scruggs

TDTyde
06/16/2000 12:52 AM

Krimson strode in front of the others and forgot about them as he took one of the viles at his belt. his vision blurred as he knew nothing else in the world except the orcs as his eyes began to bleed slowly. with a blood bioling yell he ran forward and took out his axes. the first two orcs in the line were unfortunite to be the first as krimson swiftly cut and mutilated them even as they were dead he still hacked away. after he was sure they were in at least 3 peices he charged ahead into the night and straight into the middle of the orc party.






"Why are we afraid of darkness, when it is all around us?"





- Tyrus -


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Kern_Murdauk
06/17/2000 10:44 PM

Kern Murdauk, looks up twords the orcs, yet sees somthing very different from you. To him, there are the souls of the orcs, bonded to their corporeal forms, beating with fresh vitality.

Reaching out with the tendrils of his mind, he touches the souls of a score of orcs. After his influence falls upon them, the bond between the soul and the body dissapears as the two are split clean...

You see a bright flash from some dozen of orcs, as a yellow-green fire errupts from their bodies. Screaming and cursing, the firey souls cling to their seizing corpses, even though, they know they can not go back. Wailing and crying out against the unprotected chill of the world, they smolder there, like an ice cold conflaguration...

Then, with a twist of his hand, the fiery radiences, spiral in the air, and then funnel back down, into the waiting arms of Kern.

Laughing with booming glee, he soaks in their radience, and feels their power. Twisting their strength into his form, and infusing himself with their still squrming essences.

A demon burns before the orcs, toying with the souls of their fellows, more horrable then any atrocity they could ever had done...

That monstrosity, was His Holiness, The Good Bishop Kern Murdauk of Thay.


-KM

DemonArgentile
06/17/2000 10:48 PM

The pit fiend watches silently to the goings on.
The healing of one who may as well die for all
he cared.

"Rammstein. I want you out of your mortal coils."

With that he departs."Logic is for the creatively impaired"
-M. Scruggs

Lich_Nexus
06/19/2000 4:29 PM

(OOC... sorry for my delay)

Nexus watches as the main host of orc's starts making its way to his allies...

Thankful for a night containing a full moon, Nexus gives a silent praise to Myrkul as he steps into a shadow of a tree...

Within moments Nexus steps out of another shadow directly beyond the orc host... with a malovent grin Nexus summons some minor aid...

within the surrounding area, the tempature begins to drop rapidly as a mist starts to form around the host of orcs... the mist forms into a robed skeleton wielding a large scythe... the minor death shrieks a high pitch cry as it cuts into the ranks of the orcs...tearing their souls from their breasts with each fatal strike...

Nexus pulls out a large king's tear gem and begins a necromantic incantation that collects the souls within the gem... charging it with the power of death...

Nexus laughs as he considers these orcs... for they all wear a wizard mark... a mark that shows their servitude to a Thayan wizard...

Nexus wonders if this Thayan wizard will show themself... for Nexus has a special gift he would like to share...

Nexus looks at the Thayan, Kern Murdauk with growing suspecion...


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pierced from below, Souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, Now ornaments dripping above


Lich NexusHigh Proxy of Death3rd Vertabre in the Brotherhood of BoneVassal to the King of Chaos~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
06/20/2000 4:17 AM

The main host of the orc party split as the orcs ran shrieking from the minor death. Elfbane led the few orcs he could away from the conflagration. If they could get ahold of the "boss", he'll handle that demon.

That thought barely left Elfbane's head when suddenly a large green dragon stalked out from behind a group of trees. The wyrm turned to regard the orcs with chilling fascination. The orcs had a moment to gather breath to scream, a fatal error as the dragon blew deadly chlorine gas into their midst. Elfbane ducked behind his unfortunate fellows and received the least of the breath weapon's harm. His eyes stilled flooded and his lungs burned horribly. As he lost himself to unconsciousness, his mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation. Demons, dragons, what was going on here?

Cassianus maintained the monstrous illusion. However, this illusion was no ordinary one. The orcs will feel real pain, though if this were a real dragon attacking them, they'd all be dead. As it were, all but one slumped down in death throes. Leira granted this spell which allows her faithful to cast an illusion of any Faerunian creature her faithful have seen and utilize all of the powers of the creature (except flight) but at half of its effectiveness. Still, half a dragon's power was more than enough. Cassianus the dragon continued onward, ready to slay more orcs...

Tyrin_Mithrilaxe
07/06/2000 1:03 AM

A scrying crystal emitted a horrible scream. The Red Wizard peered up from his readings in irritation. He was young, his head bald as was the usual ritual for Red Wizards. Atop his head, he donned an array of tattoos, most of them symbols of power that invoked the fire deity, Kossuth's name. His name was Krennova of the Burning Circle and he aspired to be the new Zulkir of Invocation/Evocation once the current one is eliminated. Alone in his tower, he looked upon the scrying globe. Someone was eliminating his orcs! The very orcs he had planned for conversion to neo-orogs. He leaves them alone for a month or so, and look what happens! Of course, those who interfered with his plans must die...

Cassianus raced through the trees, keeping the camp in sight. No sense in getting lost in these woods, even with the moonlight lighting the way. The Leiran within the dragon illusion smashed aside any orcs foolish enough not to run. The other members of the camp casted their powerful spells, doing their part in smiting the orc party. Cassianus made sure to only threaten the orcs and not the others. There was no time to warn the others that the monstrous illusion spell would be cast. Cassianus then saw another group of orcs running across and blew chlorine death upon them all. The Leiran saw the Sharran in the distance stride out with some kind of ghostly apparition in front. The apparition had an irritated look upon its visage, if that was even possible for its kind.

Suddenly, a fireball streaked out of the sky as if from nowhere towards the Sharran. Then another appeared and flashed towards the Leiran dragon. Cassianus didn't even have time to scream...

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