diary of a mad man pt. 3

When the preparations were ready to find and kill the fallen angel into Crovax's palace were set in motion he only needed one thing a magical carpet that could whisk him away to his prey. He searched long and hard, then found it for the time to strike. But when my spy returned to me to tell me that Crovax had been hidden away in training and couldn't be bothered at all it was the perfect time. Crovax would be all-alone. His mentors gone and his brother Tsabicaran was in a meeting with others trying to get them as his patrons of the order. With the carpet he moved quickly to the fallen angel. She would be dead in a matter of minutes. One by one the meteors hit her barely phasing her. He pressed on deathly aware that the BASTARD must die to his blade tonight! Finally after what seemed to be hours but only minutes she was dead! He quickly moved to the next target. With one slick move the meteors hit harder then before and he was dead. Into the building he went. Walking slowly not making a sound. Shaking with fear and excitement of what Crovax would do if he saw him first. Then he saw him The bastard elf himself he was tall in the picture in his belt pouch he had drawn of him. But it was correct he was indeed tall and slim but muscular. This would be an easy match for I had faith on my side! He will be dead by me! One by one the rocks hit Crovax causing him to drop the joint in which he smoked on the ground. Quickly Rosso without loosing concentration of the spell picked it up and knew it was a gift from the gods. He went on powering down the elf with no giving up. All Crovax could do is watch as he lay there in shock as the illusionist continued to attack his poor frail body. As the final hours passed for Crovax, he gave a girlish scream to try to alert someone of his death but no one came. I waited what seemed like forever to find the next person to slay but no one came. So I moved out with his corpse in hand so I can cast as my own and trapped his soul inside of it. Hours upon hours passed when the deed was surely done. Being brought to the temple of life was the corpse of Crovax where his final resting spot would be. But there in his eyes he seen the bastard elf lying there in the coffin getting up ferociously surviving the beat down of his life. Crovax yelled into the streets "That guy right there tried to kill me! Lock him up in the brig so he will never get out!" Malar attending the funeral quickly grabbed me and through me into this cell I now call home.

diary of a mad man in prison pt.2

Then one day I saw a note the new clans were forming an alliance and HE was there my archrival I could never forget that face. The face of an ill beat bastard child of a half orc and an elf. Only to make an elf by some magic he was born just an elf not an orc how that was possible was beyond me. But I hated him so much the fear of the kill would not be the same till he lay slain in my arms as I take his soul as my own. I've taking many of lives but never this one. He would be my greatest feat. I knew he must die for me to remember whom I was it had to be certain he knew. But he was ranked high among the clergy of the radiant heart even higher then he was before. I had to stalk my enemy carefully follow his steps to Phils bar where he sat with Dryden drinking tea thinking they were safe. Watching as Serenity penciled away the notes from what was becoming of the new dawn. A dawn of no evil surely this isn't possible as long as the wizard with out a name is alive and kicking! He then followed Crovax to smugglers haven where the lonely human tried talking since to the bastard. Learning Crovax's every move was my main goal! He must be slain and now! The voices will never stop in my head until I know! I know! I must know who I am and I stand for! Arrrgggg!

diary of a mad man in prison part 1

The bells went off in my head like a warning siren guiding a person to a bomb shed.  I must flee.  I must get out now but where was I, how was I going to go?  My church had failed me.  My church had failed me how the fuck did the church of Strife fail thee Rosso Aposso!  How is it possible for such an awesome god to just give in.  To fail under pressure of a new cause, of a new hope.  What was the hope I thought to myself study in the life of death?  Isn't that what the followers of Cyric did?  Kill people for the lust, for the joy, for the real god Cyric?  That is what I had thought all along.  Could the research of the death be just a church in disguise for the followers to go to when the One had left them all alone.  Of course not!  Cyric had failed me for the last time

Upon muttering those words a great beam of light came from the sky came down and knocked Rosso out cold. When he awoke he was in the billets of the long death campground. Maezura was studying the affects the blow had on my skull by putting tokens and different ointments on him trying to see what the adverse affects were. I woke with a start when he started to desecrate on my face! Seeing what that would do sure enough woke me right up. But I was dazed and confused I had no idea where I was or who I thought I knew. I learned to walk again learn to fight, learn to summon great powerful swarms of rocks stronger then I ever could have before. But I did not know whom I was just that I was some powerful wizard. I had these items of clothes on. I didn't know who I was. So I labeled them with people I've seen in the past just the people I could only remember in the wizard training area while I was learning to cast.

Getting Started.

Relic nodded, "Worth your while, trust me. Everything is going through a third party, I'm simply the procurer, for both sides. You produce the supplies, they produce the money, I'm the middle man." Leaning back in his chair in turn, he allowed his words to be a bit louder, "There will need to be some initial trust, of course. They will need at least the first shipment before they can pay, but you need only place that trust in me."

"I have no reason not to trust you. How are the shipments to be made?"
"We will provide the transportation and the locations for pickup and delivery. As always, we will need to be discrete with this so-" Tim lifted a hand to stop his words, and replace them with his own. "Relic, how long have we been in business? You needn't worry about discovery."

Relic nodded, satisfied. "That's why I came to you. Unfortunately, I have other's I need to visit as well. Scrolls and wands are barely scratching the surface."

"Of course, my friend. I-" A look of recognition came across Tim's face in mid-sentence. "Oh dear, you're going to Torregiano, aren't you?"

Relic smirked in agreement, "I most certainly am. In the morning." He pushed his chair back, standing up, "You can't talk me out of it."

Tim stood up as well, a look of exasperation on his face. "Just don't kill the kid. He was never in the right state of mind to begin, now he's paranoid to the point of being delusional."

Relic laughed, "As long as he can still get me what I want. And I don't expect that's changed." he smiled and extended his hand. Tim sighed and  reached across the table, a receipt of their deal. Relic smiled and lifted his hood, "A pleasure doing business, old friend."

"As always, Relic."

At that, Relic turned and left the office, a few seconds later the main entrance to the shop could be heard. Tim sat back down and refilled his glass. He pushed the original scroll he had been writing on off to the side and pulled out a blank parchment. There was work to be done, and lots of it.

Getting Started.

"Sir, there's someone here to see you."

The old wizard looked up from a scroll he was scribbling on and looked over his rectangular glasses at the boy in his doorway. He was a good boy, though a bit dense at times. Pushing a lock of his wispy, unkempt white hair out of his face he scowled in response. "Don't you know what time it is, boy? We're closed, tell him to come back tomorrow! And don't bother me again! I may be old, but I still have to work for a living." At that, the old man dropped his head, returning to his work. He lifted a hand and waived the boy off. "Shoo now."

"S-Sorry, sir", the boy stammered. "H-He told me to tell you, 'Y-You'd look better if you'd just keep the damn mask on. ' Sir."

The old man looked up immediately, dropping his quill on the parchment, causing some of the ink to splash over his words. "Did he now..." he replied. "Well this is unexpected indeed. Come," meekly pushing himself  out of his chair, he raised a hand towards the doorway that the young boy was still standing in, "We musn't keep him waiting."

The boy nodded and turned around, walking through the door only slightly ahead of his master. The two left the small office, walking into the store that lay beyond. Only a single lantern on the counter was illuminated, casting it's faint light on the many bookshelves lining the walls. The shadows from the scrolls which inhabited them stretched back into the darkness of the shop. Standing in the doorway was an uncharacteristically muscular Dark Elf, wearing a long, black cloak, its hood down and still dripping from the rain outside.

After only a moment's pause, the old wizard threw his hands in the air and walked towards the elf. "Relic!!" He exclaimed loudly, startling his store hand into a slight jump.

Chuckling, Relic extended his arms and embraced the old man. "Tim, it's good to see you." The two patted each other's shoulder as they pulled apart. "Still old, I see."

Tim threw a hand up in the air, "Pah! Still as pleasant as ever." He turned around towards the kid still standing near the office door. "Boy, fetch us some water." Tim motioned Relic with a hand over his shoulder,
"Come, let's get out of this drafty doorway."

Relic obliged and followed the man into his office. Tim walked around the table and sat down in his seat, motioning to the chair opposite him indicating his guest to take it. "Sit, sit."

As he took the chair, Tim's store hand walked in the room with two glasses and a pitcher of water. He set them on the table between the two men then scuttled back out of the room, knocking a glass over in his haste. "Grow a pair!" Tim yelled at his back as he picked the glass up, scowling all the while.

Relic chuckled his amusement, "You always had a way with them, didn't you?"

Tim rolled his eyes and filled the two glasses, "They come dumber each time. Hopeless twits." He handed one glass to Relic and lifted the other in cheers, to which Relic returned the gesture. Setting his glass down,
Tim looked up and smiled. "It is good to see you my dear friend. It has been a long time."

Nodding in agreement Relic responded, "Indeed it has. I regret that this isn't merely a visit without purpose."

Tim looked at the Drow scrupulously. "No, I don't suppose you've ever been much the time to stop by and chat about the weather, have you?" He shook his head at his own query and took another sip of water. "What business brings you here, then?"

"Certainly you know of the state of things in this disaster of a city,"  Tim scoffed in response. "Too well." Relic nodded. "I can't divulge all  that I know, the wrong ears could hear the right information." Relic leaned in slightly. "However, what you need to know is that there's money to be made. And in no short supply."

Tim raised an eyebrow, "Go on..."

"I need supplies. A lot... Of supplies. Scrolls, wands, staves, enchantments.  Of all sorts too, curative, destructive, creation." Relic lowered his  voice, "Enough for an army, and I need it delivered to one."

Tim leaned back in his chair, glancing at the door to his office, still closed tightly. "And the payment?"

Cleanup Crew

Two thralls dressed head to toe in magenta swept their brooms along the cobbled streets. Most of the wreckage had been cleared away and the strange words that had taunted the citizens of of the city had not long been paved over. "Did you hear that something was found out of all this?" One of the thralls said to the other who shook his head. "Yeah some guy named Vorcet managed to pull something out of this clusterfuck. A few of the local legends went at it as well." The second thrall shrugged and continued his sweeping. "So was it anything decent?"  The first thrall kicked aside a broken chunk of sidewalk and shook his head. "Time will tell, time will tell." 

Smitten

Foot traffic had been extremely slow in Festival Square today. In part Tony supposed due to the purple armored goons than ran loose in his city. In part probably due to the fact that Westbridge housed only tightwads and rejects these days. He called out in frustration at a passing family, "Youa All Worthless Pansy Bit-". Thunder rumbled not far above cutting  his sales pitch short. Great, he thought, now I get to stand out here like a moron in the rain. Within the square necks craned up in unison as dark clouds coalesced directly above them. The thunder continued to rumble, growing louder and louder as red flashes appeared from within the soupy mass. The dim flashes from above grew to blinding flashes of scarlet raining down upon the small square below. Again and again they struck without prejudice. Tony leapt out of the way just in time to avoid being struck. The family he had called out to wasn't as lucky as one of the bolts blew them in opposing directions. As quickly as it had begun the carnage ended, leaving only wreckage, the sounds of sobbing, and burning words written in an ancient dialect that had been burned into the very streets of the city.