A meteor shattered besides him, mere feet from
the dancing boy. The gleam of silk flashed in the murky light of nearby
torches, a brilliant blue kimono creating shallow facades of the true physical
being. "ALMOST!" snarled Wildren, his fanged maw gleaming with sweat. The
archmage snapped his thumb and index finger, producing a dazzling array
of magic missles that sped furiously towards the barely visible opponent.
A few of them were led astray by the shadowy figures swirling through the
dungeon, these exploded into starbursts as they were expended on the oily
black onyx used throughout the keep. Two managed to find their true target,
causing his magical defenses to spark and flame in protest. In retaliation,
both hands were raised, summoning a band of icy blue elementals from a
nether gate. "You know, your getting better," Kyarn said, dodging an errant
lightning blast. "You've managed to destroy half my defenses, and you've
still got almost a full spell repetoire. That is unless you've been changing
that too." He turned around in place and cast off sparkling dust in four
different directions. "Yaggla'roth Velshooooooom," the boy mumbled, and
a wall of force marred by a single gaping hole appeared between the wizards.
Wildren snickered triumphantly, flapping his tattered black wings to bring
himself to the level of the hole, and releasing a summoning of his own,
that of a minor death armed with a horrid looking lochaber axe. The skull
of the creature split apart, revealing a skeletal grin as the creature
lunged at the child within. Kyarn, with eyes still closed, looked to all
as if he did not even acknowledge the powerful magical being that closed
in on him by the second. Deep concentration was neccesary now, the time
for second guessing and procrastination was gone. The lochaber axe sliced
cleanly through the prone form's neck, causing black blood to gush through
the wound and splatter across the cobblestone and newly created wall of
force. Wildren eyed the dead body suspiciously, his hand drifting down
to his weapon belt. "...Black blood?... But the boy is human..." Wildren
thought, his suspicions growing stronger and stronger. "Damn." With frantic
response, he spun around as quickly as his u upward arc of his weapon only
barely parried the blinding white blade of kyarn's primary katana, a purple
flickering light engulfed the combatants as Wildren's sword was thrown
violently from his hand. The attack was defeated, but the older and wiser
archmage knew that the child never went into battle with only one blade.
He could only watch as the second sword followed the second one, only slightly
more horizontal in cut, slicing off his weapon belt and producing the very
amusing spectacle of a archmage of strife dressed only in a pair of underwear
beneath the waist. Kyarn hit the floor almost as soon as the pants did,
laughing uncontrollably. Wildren's skeletal creature managed a smile of
it's own, but was soon dismissed by the grumbling archmage. "Your only
mad because my last spell was better then yours, a simulacrum spell with
demonic components drawn through a everlast contingency spell." Wildren
swore again, as he used a simple mending spell upon his belt. With a click
the belt was back in place, but his pride had been moved down a notch.
He would have to remember to return the favor. Soon. For now, he had much
to discuss with his fellow strifelord, the time for practice was over.
After a short afternoon recess, the leaders sat lazily in Kyarn's bed chambers,
along with a few other bored cyricists. Silverblade argued heatedly with
Vassago over some trick dice, it was a mute point anyways, both of them
had been seen using levitation spells over the dice and it would have been
an idiot's point of view to even bother trying to right the wrong. Kyarn
looked over at Wildren and began the meeting. "What's been up? How's your
daughter?" Wildren snarled and glared at the boy. "I don't have any daughter,
and if I did she would have been used for last month's company barbeque
anyways. What is the meaning of this?" The boy laughed and held his hands
up defensively. "It was only a jest wildy, some of us still have humor
left somewhere in our skulls. What i meant to talk to you about are these
scurrying little rodents that seem to have some preconceived idea that
they can toss words around without us acknowledging them." Wildren poured
himself a glass of vodka and nodded in agreement. "You do of course know
what im hinting at yes? give me a sign." Wildren once again only nodded
and leaned back in his chair a little more. "K, you mean the Black Roses?
That Turiya guy?" Kyarn nodded. "He's not even an issue. All of them combined
still aren't an issue," Wildren said with a very end of conversation tone
of voice. Kyarn shook his head and looked back at him, his wide shiny eyes
betraying his insatiable lust for intrigue. "That's not true, they speak
badly about our clan members, and boast unrespectably of their own strength.
You know the rules, heretics live only as long as they keep their mouth's
shut, well uh.. they live longer anyways." Kyarn muttered some words lazily
and created a circle with the curves of his hands. The boy then motioned
for Wildren and the other strifers to look into the image that appeared.
A typical dark elf sat deep within the shadows of a city dwelling, the
architecture of the building looking very similar to those in Westbridge,
one of the largest cities in these parts of the realms. A smug look upon
his face was ordinary to the extreme, all drow seemed to have some idea
that they were somehow better then those they were around. Infact, most
of the picture seemed ordinary as well, minus the fact that this drow had
decided to walk the surface. "This is Turiya," Kyarn said with the slightest
hint of disdain. He waved his hand over the surface of a nearby half drank
chalice, the vodka within changing to show pictures of other dark elves
residing on the surface. "There's most of the others, you can view them
as you wish, i'll keep the enchantment up as long as you'd like." The others
purveyed the scenery for a few minutes, the wizards using minor enchantments
to write notes without actually writing notes at all. Zhenance raised his
hand. "Yea?" Wildren nodded towards the priest with his usual subterfuge,
his crooked jaws looking menacing for no apparent reason. "They all look
the same, why don't we just kill as many dark elves as possible, it's not
like we'd lose much in doing so." Kyarn giggled and urged his comrade to
respond. "Because of alot of reasons, most of them bad. Let's just focus
on them right now, we'll leave that thought for another meeting." Kyarn
shrugged with a yawn and a sigh, and stood up to his full 5 foot 4 inches.
"If they cause you problems, kill them. If they don't, talk to them. Find
out what they're up too and whether or not they would be willing to rescind
all those petty little remarks they have made. We might have use for them,
even if you don't think so." With a snap, the boy was gone, leaving only
the slight mark of brimstone upon the ground. [The End... for now]
For she who stalks in the night
In that glance, I see life eternal And a fire
burning deep inside Then I feel something pierce my heart Only then do
I realise my true fate To bring you the joy you deserve To chase away the
darkness you hold inside And to show you life goes on... (--------------)
To be continued...
For a Drow assassin, may she stalk the shadows lightly
As the light wanes, and shadows deepen Time
stands still for me I watch your eyes as you track your prey Beauty in
motion, stealthy and cool A deadly grace, with a silent touch Yet on finding
that which you track, you freeze Then you look into my eyes... (---------------)
To be continued....
Protectors of House deMystra
[Posted on a tree in Market Square] Greetings
to All. I am Jhinta il'Sthan, Captain of the Guard of the Protectors of
House deMystra. I would like to make known the goals of the group. First
and foremost, Our main goal is to defend the life of Seline deMystra in
her adventures. Secondly, To bring honor and prestige to House deMystra
with our actions and skill with arms and spellcraft. Third, To defend the
lives of members, and to defend the property of Cult and House with equal
ferocity. To work together as a team, and form bonds that transcend race,
religion, and social status. We aim to gain power in the Realms, and use
that power to aid our cause, which we believe is a good one. Any that feel
that they can contribute to the cause, either with money or manpower, you
are welcome to contact us. To contact us, leave a note for Jhinta, Laesthil,
Jeriah, Litharem, Silph, Darren, Liliandra, Maya, Adaire, Circa, or Sirus.
Post it in Market Square and we will pick it up. It would be best to leave
notes for multiple members, as we are not all in town all the time. Thank
you for reading this note. Jhinta il'Sthan, Captain of the Guard Honor
and Blood.
Grecia Gaiannas - background history
Grecia is a slender man about 5 ft 8 in height
and perhaps weighing 150 pounds soaking wet ,with dark-brown
hair cut moderatly short. His Bright blue
eyes twinkle at every new discovery. His pockets
overflow with dried plants, many having readily known Medicinal value,
and some rather unusual ones too. His right wrist have an unusual mark
- it almost looks as if a number of Bright
Red Roses are entwined about it with their
buds in various stages of being open. When asked about the rose
birthmark he will readily relate that this is a birthmark, supposedly a
gift of appreciation to one of his ancestors in rememberence of some deed
to an organization called .. Something of the rose.
However, much time has passed, the group vanished into the pages of history,
and his family - mother a retiring "Witchwoman" who could heal using herbs,
and father a skilled hunter/provider have also. While he was growing up,
his parents taught him what they could of herbology and a love of nature
as well as some skill hunting. Unfortunately, for Grecia and his family,
during his 16 year,while Grecia was out vending some of his mothers crop
of herbs, strangers came and killed his parents, After looting all of apparent
value, they left. When Grecia returned home. He buried his p arents, cleaned
up the mess as best he could, gathered everything of value *his mothers
herb books were left as being worthless* and struck off to find a new place
to live and learn what he could of the attackers so he might, perhaps,
someday find them and put them to rest too. Meanwhile, the question of
his birthmark
and what the story behind it is also one for him to discover...
a New Carpet
It were an early morning in the month of Eleint.Dark
clouds were covering the Realms, and a giant
Stormsummoned
by the Stormlord Talos
sent down its Lightningtorturing
the lands of the Great
Realms.
It was that very same morning when Malar
appeared to me, telling me what was going on. "Members
of the Church of Nightmares have insulted the Lord of Storms! he
said." Make them
pay! And bring me proof!" He
then disapeared in a pile of crawling maggots finding their way out of
the room. I quickly assembled a team of strong Talosians, And we left our
sacred Church to securely demolish every nightmare and leave them dead.
But, of course, all of them fled into a hidden room in their church. So
we went after them. After slaying the guards of their halls, which proved
to be fairly easy, we entered their almost abandonned Church and stole
some equipment from their personal shops. Somewhere deep within the disgusting
church which seemed to be totally abandoned by any god, we heard them yell
at us. We were, according to them, losers and we were weak and so on. After
Kelin, Yota and I got up again from rolling over the floor laughing at
them, e went to explore their hall since we were sure those wimpy nightmares
wouldnt dare to come out of their hidden room. As i gave my fellow Destructors
a grand tour through the abandonned clanhall, we found hidden passage leading
to some sort of maze. Within a few moments we left the maze on the other
side. We entered a room with in it a small chest. As i tried to pick the
lock I suddenly realised the key of the clandoors might just fit in. And
yes, I unlocked the chest and opened it. As we were all very curious what
this big treasure were, we were kind of disappointed when all we found
was a dirty flag. The CoN
logo was drawn on both sides of the silk flag. But we needed to bring proof,
so this would do, we thought. Back at the Shrine
of
Talos
again I asked for an audience with Lord Malar
again. As the maggots crawled back in the room and slowly shaped back into
the shape of our Lord, I showed him the flag, on which he said: "Good,
Good, We needed a new Carpet at our shrine anyway. Silk is good to wipe
your feet clean on,"
as he grinned and continued: "Thats
the only thing members of CoN
are
good for anyways."
Malar
spread the flag over the floor and wiped his feet on it. Then he disappeared
again in the same way he came. And now we still have The CoN
clan
Flag lying like trash on the floor, as a new carpet. Reminding us of the
damned wimpy members of the Church of Nightmares.
The Protectors of House deMystra
History (----------) A recently turned vampire,
Jhinta il'Sthan, enters the shrine of Mystra, thinking to take a rest from
his journies. Instead, he finds inside, a beautiful mage, in the service
of the Lady of the Weave. This mage and Jhinta converse. Jhinta learns
of the mage's mission, to bring the light of the Weave closer to her heart.
He learns that her name is Seline deMystra, and that she hails from a far
off land, in another realm. She, being new to these realms, would be needing
a protector. Someone that could defend her honor and life. So Jhinta did
what anyone with honor would do. He pledged himself defender of her cause
before the Altar of Mystra. pledging his help and assistance, whenever
and wherever she should need it. Before long, Jhinta learns of a spelljammer
that is owned in part by his brother in all but blood, Adaire Tallwillow,
and Seline, and is invited to buy into the venture. This, expanding the
object of his defense, increased his need for a contingent of loyal and
trustworthy men and women to aid him in the realization of his oath. Thus,
The Protectors of House deMystra were born.
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