It was just another day. My sister had been scolding me for yet another thing I did wrong and I'd gone up to the lake outside the city. How was I supposed to know that the spell I was trying to cast was never meant for mortals to cast? After starting the trials of the Tower of Sorcery, I'd progressed faster than any of the others my age and had secretly stolen the forbidden black magic books out of their libraries. Mastering the spells was only half of my triumph. It was the curiosities written down by some of the most powerful sorcerors in the world that peeked my interest. I'd searched for ages to find the amulets that I could amplify the power in my soul to cast spells that were only theoretical.
I'd tried a dozen times before but hadn't known how to harness the energies. Today I had the bandana I'd fashioned out of the beard of a black dragon and the blood red jewel that the gnome had helped me create. I could feel the gem pulling my magic into it and amplifying it. The sensation was incredible. The old book had been written in netherese, the one I had before me was a translation to elder dragon and even then I couldn't read it all. The incantation, the runes, the gestures were all there though. They made sense in a strange way. It was like a secret code behind all magic which was contained in this spell. That's what made it so intriguing.
I planted my feet firmly in the pentagram I'd spent the last hour preparing. It flared up around me and I felt magical energy pushing my hair and cape back like wind. I closed my eyes and let the orbs pull my magical essence out of my body and amplify it. The runes were the easy part, I'd mastered them years ago. Now the incantation and to harness the power beyond the limits of normal spellcasting. I lifted my hands above my head and called to the other realm to give me the gift of power.
Slowly, I spoke words which hadn't been completed in hundreds of years:
Darkness beyond Blackest Pitch,
Deeper than the deepest night.
Lord as vast as the largest ocean
Colder than the coldest Ice.
King of Darkness who shines like gold upon the Sea of Chaos!
I call upon thee and swear myself to thee,
I stand ready to bear the strength you give me.
Let the fools who stand before me be destroyed,
By the power you and I possess!
The surge of magic nearly crushed her to the ground but I stood resolute and let my hands fall forward into the last rune and channeled the spell through them and out toward the middle of the lake. My eyes shot open as the spell cast and flowed through me burning my fingertips and knocking me down. The black and red beam of energy cut off at that point and imploded above the middle of the lake. The explosion caused the water in the lake to flood its shores and the crackling was that of the super nova snapping trees in half. The shield I had casted beforehand and the pentagram shielded me from the blast. The explosion was incredible, the skies darkened overhead and as the area settled only a silence remained.
Death had overtaken the lake. I realized then the power I'd begun to unleash and knew that they'd come for me. Not to punish me, but to enslave me. My sisters punishments would pale in comparison if they knew what I could do and staying here was impossible. I grabbed my things and shoved them into the old magical bag I'd stolen from the Archmages locker. What now? Leaving home wasn't scary, I'd planned that for months. But even as I headed down the long road, I wondered what would change. Maybe it was just that, change would be good and I could carve my own path.
The Deceiver and the Spirit
"Get word to the rest of the Order, get them here NOW. And..." The knight with gleaming armor and fiery swords picked up a spear and threw it through the cracks in the closing doors and killed the share warrior trying to get in. "And close that damn door, we are NOT losing this Temple to these demons."
Slowly the whole temple was turned into an army barracks. They took up positions and the magic users began teleporting to the roof of the temple and hurling balls of fire down on the shadowy battlefield. After helping bring in some of the wounded and even spending a round on the roof that harmed enough of them to get them to back off the Temple for a moment, I looked around for Inigo. He was nursing his bears wounds, a large gash across the shoulder blades had been dressed and bandaged already but the large beast wasn't going to take it lying down. The bear sat up and gave a goofy tongue lolling grin as it saw me.
"Bell! There ya are, whatever happened in there!" He rushed to me and hugged me around the waist.
"You act like you haven't seen me in a week!" I exclaimed. "Well yeah, about a week since you disappeared in there. All hell has broken loose since you left, as you can see." He gestured around.
" I've only been there for a few hours... Ok maybe a whole day... How could.. Maybe time doesn't mean anything in the Nexus Temple. " I thought hard about everything and before long I saw one of the children that had been forced to spend their youth in this Temple pull my robes. "You're not supposed to be here! Go back to where you were! Through there!" The little child pointed behind the spirit of Karsus and although all I saw were the murals of Insanity etched into the walls, as I got closer, I felt that I could walk through it. I grabbed Inigo, and we came out at the nexus monk. We were inside the circle of stones and the Warriors, although completely surrounding the circle, didn't dare cross it.
We entered the temple again, with the decaying fragments of the Rose. It wasn't long before the we coaxed the Librarian to let us proceed. He still complained that we were meddling but said he wasn't the one to stop us if we had to continue. I wondered how the battle went outside. From what I knew of Shar and Mask, they were Mother and Son, and sworn enemies. What would cause such a clash in this place, I couldn't begin to understand yet. After providing a book, and a card, the librarian told us that the High Priest of Mask was the only one who could help us. The High Priest was a daunting figure, cloaked in shadow and temperamental. He asked us for our most valuable trinkets and in the end I gave up the Orb of Power that I had forged after years of study just to see what he had to offer.
It was then, that the shadowy figure appeared again.
Slowly the whole temple was turned into an army barracks. They took up positions and the magic users began teleporting to the roof of the temple and hurling balls of fire down on the shadowy battlefield. After helping bring in some of the wounded and even spending a round on the roof that harmed enough of them to get them to back off the Temple for a moment, I looked around for Inigo. He was nursing his bears wounds, a large gash across the shoulder blades had been dressed and bandaged already but the large beast wasn't going to take it lying down. The bear sat up and gave a goofy tongue lolling grin as it saw me.
"Bell! There ya are, whatever happened in there!" He rushed to me and hugged me around the waist.
"You act like you haven't seen me in a week!" I exclaimed. "Well yeah, about a week since you disappeared in there. All hell has broken loose since you left, as you can see." He gestured around.
" I've only been there for a few hours... Ok maybe a whole day... How could.. Maybe time doesn't mean anything in the Nexus Temple. " I thought hard about everything and before long I saw one of the children that had been forced to spend their youth in this Temple pull my robes. "You're not supposed to be here! Go back to where you were! Through there!" The little child pointed behind the spirit of Karsus and although all I saw were the murals of Insanity etched into the walls, as I got closer, I felt that I could walk through it. I grabbed Inigo, and we came out at the nexus monk. We were inside the circle of stones and the Warriors, although completely surrounding the circle, didn't dare cross it.
We entered the temple again, with the decaying fragments of the Rose. It wasn't long before the we coaxed the Librarian to let us proceed. He still complained that we were meddling but said he wasn't the one to stop us if we had to continue. I wondered how the battle went outside. From what I knew of Shar and Mask, they were Mother and Son, and sworn enemies. What would cause such a clash in this place, I couldn't begin to understand yet. After providing a book, and a card, the librarian told us that the High Priest of Mask was the only one who could help us. The High Priest was a daunting figure, cloaked in shadow and temperamental. He asked us for our most valuable trinkets and in the end I gave up the Orb of Power that I had forged after years of study just to see what he had to offer.
It was then, that the shadowy figure appeared again.
The Sacred Nexus Temple
Shadows appeared throughout the Nexus Temple even though the whole place was bathed in light. A place like this made it hard to know what was real and what was Shadow. Training as a Temple Guardian with the monks of the material plane hadn't prepared me for anything like this. Aside from the Weeping Child there were two other people who lived in the Nexus Temple whether they were real or just shades couldn't be told but they kept an order to the Temple. The Nexus Librarian was an odd man, if a man at all. Seemingly he had the face of a child but the rest of him seemed that of someone who had seem many, many years with a long silvery white beard. I spent hours with him talking about history and lore but he'd mostly tell me that I was meddling with magic in which I shouldn't be meddling. He had a love of the lost objects of time and history. The ones no one cared about anymore. And I even got him to yield when he saw what I had brought him. There wasn't much to go on but that's when I saw it. Or did I? The Silhouette of a Shadow? What was that... How come I hadn't seen it before.
The rooms and spirits of the Temples hid him well but as I turned to last room, I saw the flicker of Shadow again. The Mask that appeared before me melted into the surroundings and yielded into the surroundings but the figure remained. His strong build and tight clothing portrayed a very skilled and nimble man. It seemed he was more a shadow than a man at this point, if ever he had been a man. His fu-manchu was visible under the black satin hood and jet black hair. After we stared at each other for a moment he broke the silence.
"I didn't think anyone would come, it's been so long." It seemed as if he were happy about this but it was very hard to tell. "Come, I'll show you the way through the Shadows." With speed I had trouble keeping up with he ran through the Temple. His movements more shadow steps than actual jumps and running.
"Wait up!" I cried as I almost lost him around a corner. And it seems he intended this because as I rounded the corner the strong arms grabbed me and halted my progress and I cried out. A quick hand gently closed my eyelids and I felt the world arou
Rain poured door on the battlefield of Shar. The Radiant Hearts were engaged with the Knights of the Temple in a clash that was awesome to behold. The warriors of Shar whose numbers were endless charged at their hastily put together fortification. A Knight with blazing white fire surrounding his scimitars cut through their ranks, circling as a dervish would and felling the Shar Warriors. Meteors fell from the heavens at the command of Red Robed Wizards and I even saw a bear twice as large as the halfling strider beside it cleave one of the warriors in half. I couldn't watch any longer, I was running out of time and I didn't want to lose a chance for the shadows to help me.
The Shadow was waiting for me by the imprisoned spirit. The Rose he held in his hand was blackened and withered and he stared at it both in admiration and in longing. As I walked closer he walked up to me and handed me the Rose, it crumbled in my hand into ash and dust. He looked up at the spirit of Karsus and nodded.
"His folly undid it all. What a fool to have thought he could save his people from fate, it doesn't take courage for a man as powerful as he once was to battle fate, he knew better." The words seemed to anger the spirit but he was powerless to do anything. Lifeless from the spell his own hands had cast. "You're different you know, you seem to want to set things right. I've shown you this part of the puzzle. It will take more than just your heart to right this wrong though. I hope you have friends."
"The ones I have are here, and the ones to come, they'll want to help to." As I spoke I heard the Temple doors burst open and the shadow that was next to me vanished. Knights and Radiant Heart soldiers and Inigo rushed into the temple and as the rooms filled and the last to enter turned, I saw the endless battlefield. The Warriors of Shar chasing down stragglers. Six knights and 4 members of the Radiant Order pushed the doors closed as the Warriors charged the door.
The rooms and spirits of the Temples hid him well but as I turned to last room, I saw the flicker of Shadow again. The Mask that appeared before me melted into the surroundings and yielded into the surroundings but the figure remained. His strong build and tight clothing portrayed a very skilled and nimble man. It seemed he was more a shadow than a man at this point, if ever he had been a man. His fu-manchu was visible under the black satin hood and jet black hair. After we stared at each other for a moment he broke the silence.
"I didn't think anyone would come, it's been so long." It seemed as if he were happy about this but it was very hard to tell. "Come, I'll show you the way through the Shadows." With speed I had trouble keeping up with he ran through the Temple. His movements more shadow steps than actual jumps and running.
"Wait up!" I cried as I almost lost him around a corner. And it seems he intended this because as I rounded the corner the strong arms grabbed me and halted my progress and I cried out. A quick hand gently closed my eyelids and I felt the world arou
Rain poured door on the battlefield of Shar. The Radiant Hearts were engaged with the Knights of the Temple in a clash that was awesome to behold. The warriors of Shar whose numbers were endless charged at their hastily put together fortification. A Knight with blazing white fire surrounding his scimitars cut through their ranks, circling as a dervish would and felling the Shar Warriors. Meteors fell from the heavens at the command of Red Robed Wizards and I even saw a bear twice as large as the halfling strider beside it cleave one of the warriors in half. I couldn't watch any longer, I was running out of time and I didn't want to lose a chance for the shadows to help me.
The Shadow was waiting for me by the imprisoned spirit. The Rose he held in his hand was blackened and withered and he stared at it both in admiration and in longing. As I walked closer he walked up to me and handed me the Rose, it crumbled in my hand into ash and dust. He looked up at the spirit of Karsus and nodded.
"His folly undid it all. What a fool to have thought he could save his people from fate, it doesn't take courage for a man as powerful as he once was to battle fate, he knew better." The words seemed to anger the spirit but he was powerless to do anything. Lifeless from the spell his own hands had cast. "You're different you know, you seem to want to set things right. I've shown you this part of the puzzle. It will take more than just your heart to right this wrong though. I hope you have friends."
"The ones I have are here, and the ones to come, they'll want to help to." As I spoke I heard the Temple doors burst open and the shadow that was next to me vanished. Knights and Radiant Heart soldiers and Inigo rushed into the temple and as the rooms filled and the last to enter turned, I saw the endless battlefield. The Warriors of Shar chasing down stragglers. Six knights and 4 members of the Radiant Order pushed the doors closed as the Warriors charged the door.
Ahdonis
There's no art of Ahdonis.
Description
Here stands before you the figure of the most handsome man you have every seen. Blonde long hair flows across is tanned face. Blue eyes look back at you, making you feel at ease. A smirk across his face tells you otherwise. A thin frame deceives you of the muscle tone he possess. His body is covered with the most impressive array of armor. Each piece looks flawless, almost like he has out for display. This is obviously a man that knows and appreciates the value of items. Hard to imagine he is a bug?Roleplay Notes
August 2013April 2013
Adelaide
There's no art of Adelaide.
Description
The small pixie floats before you, hair waving in the wind, her cloak made of rose petals flutters freely, occasionally revealing small wings. The armor she wears is lightweight yet sturdy and durable, protecting the fragile slender body. The rest of her outfit is made of various leaves and knit-together plants. Upon closer inspection you notice her wearing the symbol of Silvanus along with many oakleaf trinkets and magic items.Roleplay Notes
November 2002
The Muse (Part 9)
As I woke up, I felt someone next to me. Quyen seemed to be just laying down for a nap himself. No rest for the good of heart. The bed was oddly a creation spell, soft flowers lay under the cloaks that I slept on and placed over me. It was out of place because the rest of the room looked like a small cheap Inn.
"Where... The... Where am I?" My voice cracked from a dry throat and tiredness.
"Safe. How do you feel?" He opened one eye and smiled before waking up and replying.
"Better, this... Whole room isn't real is it?" I kept trying to make sense of the place but it all seemed magical, unreal.
"Real enough. But your instincts are right that it's not a "real" inn room. Careful now, I took care of your wounds, but I am not a priest." He protested as I slowly got up and sat on the edge of the bed. I smiled at him and healed my wounds the rest of the way, white light glowing from them as they healed.
"Last thing I remember... I was running for the door... No, a knight? No, a demon... Yes, a Demon... And you saved me?" I looked down at the dressings that once covered my wounds and smiled. He grinned and scratched the back of his neck being modest. "You've done well. But before all that... THE GNOME!!!" I jumped to my feet and began searching for my journal. He coughed and reminded me that I might want to put clothes on. I obliged and had him turn as I got out my traveling vestments. He handed me the book after and asked me about the gnome.
"I read your journal by the way while you recovered. What about the gnome?" He asked.
"The lil bastard tried to have me killed! He's the one that created the device, or one of them at least, it harnesses energy for the channeler that's designed to create a very powerful artifact. It essentially entombs wild magic that would otherwise be uncontrollable. And after he told me he'd go find the device so I could figure out what went wrong, he sent those demons after me!" I related what had happened in the past few days. It wasn't long before he was curious about the device.
"So... The spell is part of a ritual that entombs a device of which three are needed to encase a magical artifact?" He looked at me puzzled.
"All I know is what is in the book. The book just explains that the ritual can be used to divert magical power into a channeler and use that diversion as time to be able to capture magic that is normally uncontrollable. The original creators theorized the created object would be capable of casting a high level spell and sustaining it. To what end, I don't know. Half the book is in a language I don't even know, doubt anyone does. But we're losing time! We need to go! Where are we?" I picked up my bag and opened the door and gasped. The dull red bricks with greyed mortar even looked liked they'd aged naturally. The room really was completely fake. It was as if he'd hid us inside a dimension door and made it look pretty.
"Yeah, about that, I'm really not sure where we are, I was in a bit of a hurry to escape and well, teleportation and dimensional doorways are nice but trying to hide in them while being chased is quite another story. So, let's take a look around..." He closed the door and reopened it and the salty breeze familiar to large bodies of water floated into the room. I cast a fly spell as I walked out and stared. Water as far as the eye could see.
"Where... The... Where am I?" My voice cracked from a dry throat and tiredness.
"Safe. How do you feel?" He opened one eye and smiled before waking up and replying.
"Better, this... Whole room isn't real is it?" I kept trying to make sense of the place but it all seemed magical, unreal.
"Real enough. But your instincts are right that it's not a "real" inn room. Careful now, I took care of your wounds, but I am not a priest." He protested as I slowly got up and sat on the edge of the bed. I smiled at him and healed my wounds the rest of the way, white light glowing from them as they healed.
"Last thing I remember... I was running for the door... No, a knight? No, a demon... Yes, a Demon... And you saved me?" I looked down at the dressings that once covered my wounds and smiled. He grinned and scratched the back of his neck being modest. "You've done well. But before all that... THE GNOME!!!" I jumped to my feet and began searching for my journal. He coughed and reminded me that I might want to put clothes on. I obliged and had him turn as I got out my traveling vestments. He handed me the book after and asked me about the gnome.
"I read your journal by the way while you recovered. What about the gnome?" He asked.
"The lil bastard tried to have me killed! He's the one that created the device, or one of them at least, it harnesses energy for the channeler that's designed to create a very powerful artifact. It essentially entombs wild magic that would otherwise be uncontrollable. And after he told me he'd go find the device so I could figure out what went wrong, he sent those demons after me!" I related what had happened in the past few days. It wasn't long before he was curious about the device.
"So... The spell is part of a ritual that entombs a device of which three are needed to encase a magical artifact?" He looked at me puzzled.
"All I know is what is in the book. The book just explains that the ritual can be used to divert magical power into a channeler and use that diversion as time to be able to capture magic that is normally uncontrollable. The original creators theorized the created object would be capable of casting a high level spell and sustaining it. To what end, I don't know. Half the book is in a language I don't even know, doubt anyone does. But we're losing time! We need to go! Where are we?" I picked up my bag and opened the door and gasped. The dull red bricks with greyed mortar even looked liked they'd aged naturally. The room really was completely fake. It was as if he'd hid us inside a dimension door and made it look pretty.
"Yeah, about that, I'm really not sure where we are, I was in a bit of a hurry to escape and well, teleportation and dimensional doorways are nice but trying to hide in them while being chased is quite another story. So, let's take a look around..." He closed the door and reopened it and the salty breeze familiar to large bodies of water floated into the room. I cast a fly spell as I walked out and stared. Water as far as the eye could see.
A Calling
The rest of the Keepers had long since gone their own ways. Families to reunite with, homesteads to tend to, their own lives to live, away from the blood and toil of exploring the realms. Bosch himself had decided to rest his weary body as well, settling down to the comfort of a soft bed and warm fire, reading and studying the volumes of books and manuscripts that had accumulated over the years.
On his visits to the bustling cities he had heard many stories of new places and people that had been discovered in the Great Realms. There were the lost ruins of Dlabraddath deep within the Drannor forest, found by a group of treasure seekers, many of which did not make it out alive; seafarers reporting the emergence of mysterious islands in the far reaches of the Sea of Swords; nomadic merchants who came in contact with a group of isolated sylvans high in the treetops of Nordahaeril; and hushed whispers of an island believed to inhabited by lycanthropes. Where in the past such things may have stirred the inner adventurer within, this time they had done little to motivate the weary wizard to leave the comforts of home.
But then one day in the din of a crowded pub in Waterdeep, he overheard a conversation, several actually, about a portal that had appeared in the skies, one which transported people away to crumbling ruins. Ruins where a voice was heard by all who entered, where those familiar with the legacy of magic in the realms knew what the ruins represented. The markings on the walls, the symbols etched in the masonwork, the writing on the crumbled archways. These were the remains of the Netheril Empire. And if the legends held true this these ruins would contain the secrets of the greatest mage in the spoken and written history of Faerun: Karsus.
On his visits to the bustling cities he had heard many stories of new places and people that had been discovered in the Great Realms. There were the lost ruins of Dlabraddath deep within the Drannor forest, found by a group of treasure seekers, many of which did not make it out alive; seafarers reporting the emergence of mysterious islands in the far reaches of the Sea of Swords; nomadic merchants who came in contact with a group of isolated sylvans high in the treetops of Nordahaeril; and hushed whispers of an island believed to inhabited by lycanthropes. Where in the past such things may have stirred the inner adventurer within, this time they had done little to motivate the weary wizard to leave the comforts of home.
But then one day in the din of a crowded pub in Waterdeep, he overheard a conversation, several actually, about a portal that had appeared in the skies, one which transported people away to crumbling ruins. Ruins where a voice was heard by all who entered, where those familiar with the legacy of magic in the realms knew what the ruins represented. The markings on the walls, the symbols etched in the masonwork, the writing on the crumbled archways. These were the remains of the Netheril Empire. And if the legends held true this these ruins would contain the secrets of the greatest mage in the spoken and written history of Faerun: Karsus.
Abraxus
There's no art of Abraxus.
Description
The woman is slender, almost skinny, wiry, her hair is neatly bound in little braids to the back of her head, with the occasional twig standing out clearly in the white abundance. Her eyes are the colour of liquid amber and glimmer with a fierce determination, set deep in high cheekbones and framed by snow white lashes. Her lips are not full, nor are they thin, Her mouth rarely smiling, when it does, it simply turns in the corners slightly and no more. She is clothed simply in brown leathers made from deer hide, covered in about a centuries worth of dust and debris, the womans feet are bare.Roleplay Notes
September 2011
Aubrey
There's no art of Aubrey.
Description
A woman in her mid twenties is sitting in the middle of the room meditating. She is wearing a handful of tanks on her back of different hues. There are tubes going from each of them into the core of her body. Knobs and switches adorn panels along her wrists and forearms. Her eyes snap open, as if someone or something, keyed her into something. She stands giving a knob a turn and one of the tubes start to fill with a glowing yellow liquid, slowly inching to her body. When it does, her hands crackle with energy. She walks off, with long strides on following the unheard voice.Biography
She comes from Ravnica, beyond the Forgotten Realms.Roleplay Logs
Log: 20122013- Pika and Belldandy
OOC commentary: Short live roleplay send in by someone between them, Belldandy and Pika. Mysterious!
Log: 18122013 - Quyen and Calliope
OOC commentary: Some live roleplay part of "The Muse" roleplay. After Quyen rescued Calliope, they lurk in a sanctuary. However, when they are ready to continue their journey, they find themselves elsewhere. Or as they say: from the frying pan into the fire...
A New Beginning
Many years had passed since Bosch had last made the journey to the outskirts of Drannor Forest. The path was familiar, but he could sense it had been quite some time since the path had seen any travellers. As he stepped out of the woods he peered through the low fog which had covered the small clearing up ahead in a dense haze. Streaks of light cut through the forest canopy, casting beams of shimmering silver as it reflected off of the thick mist. Looking upwards he could see the outline of the pillars as they casted their shadows on the forest below. He had arrived at The Archives.
As he approached he could see that the great library had remained undisturbed since his last visit, and the forest had begun to take back what was once hers. The majestic black marble pillars were now covered by twisting vines as thick as tree trunks, winding their way up the columns. The facade, now camouflaged by a layer of green moss with patches of bluish-grey lichen interspersed throughout, was alive as denizens of the forest had now made it their own. Bosch raised his ancient staff and whispered a few soft words...
The ward protecting The Archives was still active. While his whereabouts were unknown, he knew Clausius lived. A subtle grin of acknowledgement passed Bosch's lips as he nodded his head and took one last look at the structure before him. As quickly as he arrived he turned around and went back into the woods for the journey home, having found what he came here searching for.
As he approached he could see that the great library had remained undisturbed since his last visit, and the forest had begun to take back what was once hers. The majestic black marble pillars were now covered by twisting vines as thick as tree trunks, winding their way up the columns. The facade, now camouflaged by a layer of green moss with patches of bluish-grey lichen interspersed throughout, was alive as denizens of the forest had now made it their own. Bosch raised his ancient staff and whispered a few soft words...
The ward protecting The Archives was still active. While his whereabouts were unknown, he knew Clausius lived. A subtle grin of acknowledgement passed Bosch's lips as he nodded his head and took one last look at the structure before him. As quickly as he arrived he turned around and went back into the woods for the journey home, having found what he came here searching for.
The Muse (Part 8)
Quyen turned the page of the journal log written by Calliope. Above him a small ball of light floated, providing light and warmth for those inside his magical shelter. After not being able to find a quick way back home, Quyen had decided to hide them both somewhere. Somewhere was the right word. Somewhere safe. Somewhere without exits and entrances. He bit down on the stick between his teeth rather than a cigarette, as to not suffocate them both with cigarette smoke. So she thinks me strange, huh? He turned another page and read about the merchant and eventually about the gnome. He wondered about the things she had written down. What did they mean? What did she discover that she had done? He squinted at her. Obsessions are dangerous, girl, he thought. With his right hand palm he touched her forehead and checked the temperature, pushing her black locks out of her face. Warm, but not feverish. He pushed his coat away and checked her bandaged body to see if any of her wounds had reopened again. But they hadn't. Smiling, he placed his coat back over her and leaned back.
The coat slowly moved up and down by her steady breathing. And a melancholic feeling crept over Quyen as he thought back of the past. Damn, you look so much like her. So this is what you meant Ror? Bastard. He closed his eyes and rested while he could. She probably had questions when she woke up.
The coat slowly moved up and down by her steady breathing. And a melancholic feeling crept over Quyen as he thought back of the past. Damn, you look so much like her. So this is what you meant Ror? Bastard. He closed his eyes and rested while he could. She probably had questions when she woke up.
The new tenant
A note has been pinned on the notice board in the common room of the Citadel:
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I've moved into room 201 as the former owner moved out. He agreed that I could move in and told me it would be a good way to get to know some new faces.
Looking forward to getting acquainted next time I'm around.
- Quyen
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I've moved into room 201 as the former owner moved out. He agreed that I could move in and told me it would be a good way to get to know some new faces.
Looking forward to getting acquainted next time I'm around.
- Quyen
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Reclaiming the Merchant Sails
"FIVE DAMN YEARS, and you never saw fit to find send out aid!" Zelgadis stormed into the office of the man he'd left in charge of his fleets. "I should take you out and hang you from the cliffs!"
"Heya... Zel... I can't believe it's you man... Uh... We tried.. And uh...." The short fat sailor in blue and white stripes stammered from under a red bandana he wore as a cap. He grinned uncomfortably as Zelgadis walked across the room and grabbed him by the collar.
"Nothing you could have done my friend. But I see you've done a piss poor job at handling things." Zelgadis' grin caused the man to breathe a sigh of relief. Zelgadis pulled a map from the wall of the Great Sea, the Realm between Realms. And after brushing off the junk on the desk onto the floor he pulled out a dagger and marked their course.
"But Zel, there.... There's nothing there... In those parts... People have checked!" He gulped hard when he saw the evil grin spread across Zel's face.
"THAT my friend, is not the case." He chuckled lightly to himself. Fortune may not have been with him all those years ago, but he wouldn't let that stop him now. "How many ships do we have left?"
"Err... Just the one sir... The Blue Rose" The man looked down, knowing how disappointed Zel was with him.
"Cheer up, I'm back, you're not going to have to worry about being in charge anymore." Zel pulled the dagger out of the desk and put it back in it's place on his belt. "Get her ready, we sail at dawn." He walked out of the office and the pudgy man began busily running about the office and beat him to the door down to the docks to recruit some sailors.
"Heya... Zel... I can't believe it's you man... Uh... We tried.. And uh...." The short fat sailor in blue and white stripes stammered from under a red bandana he wore as a cap. He grinned uncomfortably as Zelgadis walked across the room and grabbed him by the collar.
"Nothing you could have done my friend. But I see you've done a piss poor job at handling things." Zelgadis' grin caused the man to breathe a sigh of relief. Zelgadis pulled a map from the wall of the Great Sea, the Realm between Realms. And after brushing off the junk on the desk onto the floor he pulled out a dagger and marked their course.
"But Zel, there.... There's nothing there... In those parts... People have checked!" He gulped hard when he saw the evil grin spread across Zel's face.
"THAT my friend, is not the case." He chuckled lightly to himself. Fortune may not have been with him all those years ago, but he wouldn't let that stop him now. "How many ships do we have left?"
"Err... Just the one sir... The Blue Rose" The man looked down, knowing how disappointed Zel was with him.
"Cheer up, I'm back, you're not going to have to worry about being in charge anymore." Zel pulled the dagger out of the desk and put it back in it's place on his belt. "Get her ready, we sail at dawn." He walked out of the office and the pudgy man began busily running about the office and beat him to the door down to the docks to recruit some sailors.
The Muse (Part 7)
*Scrolled in a neat blue script, a Journal log lays open.*
22nd Day of Eleasias:
Finally, it was found, the device of my imprisonment. The young cleric of the Tripower had been so eager to help her. It was the same day I met a strange wizard named Quyen, who oddly enough had been on his way to see Ror. As a healer, I felt the need to help the man in any way I could but our time was short lived as the device in the book would take me very far from this city. Packing my things I left for the City of New Thalos once more, where I hoped he would be able to help me.
28th Day of Eleasias - The Merchant Knight:
The city was much as I remembered it a few months ago. A new business had opened up though it seems and karts and workers with a Blue Rose entwined around a sword were nearly everywhere it seemed. Even some of the larger ships in the harbor had the insignia emblazoned across their sails that could be seen from even the markets. It was difficult to find him at first, but I soon realized that it was his insignia that everyone seemed to wear these days. After finding his office I was told by a rather frustrating goblin secretary in bright pink glasses that only visitors with appointments could be seen. He recognized my voice however and upon opening his door and seeing me greeted me as a long lost friend.
He was a powerful man once again, a story he briefly told me but more important was that he had clues to my past. He mentioned the gnome I needed to find. The gnome even he had been searching for and the one that had got us into all that trouble so many years ago. After some debate about sending guards with me to help, I convinced him to let me ride in an airship bound for Waterdeep.
5th Day of Eleint - The Gnome:
I found the little bastard. Right in the middle of the market. He gasped and tried to run as soon as he saw me. The slippery eel nearly tore his own coat off trying to get away. In the end, he yielded. Even though he had was the one who started us down the path of creating the instruments, I didn't harm him. The words he spoke were those of remorse and sadness. The short balding gnome with bright green hair had something he hoped to show me. Something I would have to let him leave and then return for. What this item could be I could only guess at, but I let him go to find....
*The words scroll off as if interrupted or the Journal was closed quickly with the quill still in the pages.*
Quyen looked up from the book and back to the sleeping priestess whom he had tended to all last night. There was something very odd happening, very odd indeed.
22nd Day of Eleasias:
Finally, it was found, the device of my imprisonment. The young cleric of the Tripower had been so eager to help her. It was the same day I met a strange wizard named Quyen, who oddly enough had been on his way to see Ror. As a healer, I felt the need to help the man in any way I could but our time was short lived as the device in the book would take me very far from this city. Packing my things I left for the City of New Thalos once more, where I hoped he would be able to help me.
28th Day of Eleasias - The Merchant Knight:
The city was much as I remembered it a few months ago. A new business had opened up though it seems and karts and workers with a Blue Rose entwined around a sword were nearly everywhere it seemed. Even some of the larger ships in the harbor had the insignia emblazoned across their sails that could be seen from even the markets. It was difficult to find him at first, but I soon realized that it was his insignia that everyone seemed to wear these days. After finding his office I was told by a rather frustrating goblin secretary in bright pink glasses that only visitors with appointments could be seen. He recognized my voice however and upon opening his door and seeing me greeted me as a long lost friend.
He was a powerful man once again, a story he briefly told me but more important was that he had clues to my past. He mentioned the gnome I needed to find. The gnome even he had been searching for and the one that had got us into all that trouble so many years ago. After some debate about sending guards with me to help, I convinced him to let me ride in an airship bound for Waterdeep.
5th Day of Eleint - The Gnome:
I found the little bastard. Right in the middle of the market. He gasped and tried to run as soon as he saw me. The slippery eel nearly tore his own coat off trying to get away. In the end, he yielded. Even though he had was the one who started us down the path of creating the instruments, I didn't harm him. The words he spoke were those of remorse and sadness. The short balding gnome with bright green hair had something he hoped to show me. Something I would have to let him leave and then return for. What this item could be I could only guess at, but I let him go to find....
*The words scroll off as if interrupted or the Journal was closed quickly with the quill still in the pages.*
Quyen looked up from the book and back to the sleeping priestess whom he had tended to all last night. There was something very odd happening, very odd indeed.
Falling Shadows and Angel Dust
They were knocked back from her by Nightmarish Magic. I screamed in agony as the full force of living it out again hit me. This was no dream, no nightmare, this was induced by Shar and it burned in her viens. They began chanting spells to contain her magic which was bursting from her at this point through fits of sobs and rage. And then I felt it. It was like a cold hand tearing out my heart. The pain became real all over again. The sorrow within her heart spun around me and I knew they were gone from this world, claimed by death. I slumped to the ground, tears acid down my cheeks as they came to me and helped shield my soul from the sorrow with magic.
"No, Noooo, please not again..." I screamed and succumbed to tears as I was shaken awake. Someone was holding up a very bright ball of light and there were dozens of people around me.
"Find out what she did! " A voice of command came from the group and she started to recognize the symbols on the armor of the Radiant Hearts. The strider came to me, Inigo pushed aside one of the knights and picked me up. His arms reminded me once more of my loss and I cried out again and wept into his shoulder.
Inigo walked slowly back to camp, telling the few who came after us that it was obvious I needed rest and that in time we'd learn what had happened. After building a small campfire he began crushing herbs like he'd learned in the islands to make potent teas that could sooth the aching soul. It took some time but I managed to calm myself enough to sip the tea and I told him what had happened those few years ago.
I explained where I was from and that we simply called it heaven, it wasn't the true immortal plane but there was power there. We talked about how I met the one I wanted to be my husband and who had been father to my child. And I told him how I had been expelled from my office because it was forbidden to harbor such sorrow in your own heart. He was very good at understanding and it calmed me enough to remember the Weeping Child who was still trapped within that Nexus Temple. It had been hours, it would be morning in most places, but it was never really day in this place. I stood up and Inigo tried to get me to stay.
"I can't leave him there" I began walking back to the circle my pace quickening as I remembered more about what had actually happened, picking up my pack I hugged Inigo, and shielding myself this time I asked the monk to send me back. The flash of light was again blinding and again the child was there weeping. "Don't fret child, we're going to find out how to get you home. "
"No, Noooo, please not again..." I screamed and succumbed to tears as I was shaken awake. Someone was holding up a very bright ball of light and there were dozens of people around me.
"Find out what she did! " A voice of command came from the group and she started to recognize the symbols on the armor of the Radiant Hearts. The strider came to me, Inigo pushed aside one of the knights and picked me up. His arms reminded me once more of my loss and I cried out again and wept into his shoulder.
Inigo walked slowly back to camp, telling the few who came after us that it was obvious I needed rest and that in time we'd learn what had happened. After building a small campfire he began crushing herbs like he'd learned in the islands to make potent teas that could sooth the aching soul. It took some time but I managed to calm myself enough to sip the tea and I told him what had happened those few years ago.
I explained where I was from and that we simply called it heaven, it wasn't the true immortal plane but there was power there. We talked about how I met the one I wanted to be my husband and who had been father to my child. And I told him how I had been expelled from my office because it was forbidden to harbor such sorrow in your own heart. He was very good at understanding and it calmed me enough to remember the Weeping Child who was still trapped within that Nexus Temple. It had been hours, it would be morning in most places, but it was never really day in this place. I stood up and Inigo tried to get me to stay.
"I can't leave him there" I began walking back to the circle my pace quickening as I remembered more about what had actually happened, picking up my pack I hugged Inigo, and shielding myself this time I asked the monk to send me back. The flash of light was again blinding and again the child was there weeping. "Don't fret child, we're going to find out how to get you home. "
A Mortal Arrives
Mask listened intently as he heard footsteps in the rooms just north of his private chambers. Could it be that someone had finally traversed to the final Temple, to Mask's very own private chambers?
After a few moments a mortal figure appeared in Mask's private chambers unbeknowest of his presence in the room. Mask grinned as she lurked about cautiously. Mask recognized her as Belldandy and simply stood in the shadows making sure not to be noticed.
"Was it a fluke?" Mask thought to himself, yet many times Belldandy would come and go from his chambers.
"It's time," Mask told himself, "there is enough light that I can now grant Belldandy her reward for being first of hopefully many more mortals to visit me. More importantly though, I can now take mortal form, challenge them, and guide them into the City of Shade so that I can once again travel freely between realms."
After a few moments a mortal figure appeared in Mask's private chambers unbeknowest of his presence in the room. Mask grinned as she lurked about cautiously. Mask recognized her as Belldandy and simply stood in the shadows making sure not to be noticed.
"Was it a fluke?" Mask thought to himself, yet many times Belldandy would come and go from his chambers.
"It's time," Mask told himself, "there is enough light that I can now grant Belldandy her reward for being first of hopefully many more mortals to visit me. More importantly though, I can now take mortal form, challenge them, and guide them into the City of Shade so that I can once again travel freely between realms."
The Weeping Children
The night was filled with shadows after we had received Mask's aid. As usual, I couldn't sleep. I'd often divine where sorrow was in the world when I had tried correcting it and to have it so close to me was painful. The lost apprentice paced back in forth in the circle, more apparition than actual person. I shed my invisibility spells and tried talking with him but he proved not to enjoy such banter. The gift the Weeping Child had given me did catch his attention though and after a small ritual bright light burst through the circle and engulfed me. I was somewhere else, a new temple. One I hadn't been in before. Again sobs filled the air, and the cries of a child no more than six or seven echo'd in a room full of light.
The sorrow ran deep in this place. Shar and her touch was visible though out the temples but this was different. Sitting next to the Weeping Child I put an arm around him to comfort him. He talked much better after coaxing him to speak about his brother whom I had met in the ruins. He couldn't remember how to enter the City of Shade and that's why he and his brother were stuck here. He was grateful to know his brother still lived and I began to think of my own loss. Such young eyes to have seen so much, I thought to myself. A tear came across my own eyes and the boy gave me a rose. It was dirty and old but it was a rose nonetheless and I thanked him for it.
It wasn't long ago that I had chosen a mortal form. Chosen it so I could be with him. To descend from the stars and influence the world directly rather than by inspiration. It seemed like a dream, as if it hadn't really happened at all. Such as things are when recollecting them, the past is so fleeting, so misleading and so filled with foolish fancy and poor memory. Some things would drown in a sea of forgetfulness if not for the simple words we take for granted. This place was more Illusion than anything else. I wondered why the shadows seemed to flicker and take on lives of their own...
It was years earlier, the Summer Sun radiated warmth down into the valley. It was all a dream, like some insane play. The girl in a lightweight blue and white dress that didn't cover her arms or go below her knees was me. And there he was, I was filled with happiness just to see him in the dream but I knew it couldn't last. There was no life where death had already claimed what is inevitably his. Their lips met and then the horns could be heard. Faint at first but then like thunder off the mountain. The pale green skin of the former elves turned orcs could be seen even from a distance. A distance that was diminishing quickly. His arm grabbed her as they ran for the cabin they had built. How could she not have seen this, she knew the art, the old ways, the divination spells. Dream faded into nightmare as blood pounded in her head and no matter how her legs burned, they just weren't fast enough. Then I could feel magic exploding around them as curses landed close to us. I searched frantically through the small bag I had brought and couldn't find the spell components I needed. The sharp ring of a sword being drawn sent shivers up my spine as I knew what he was going to do. The Hoard of orcs chased us down, I could hear hear metal against metal but having no weapons I continued to flee. In could feel it in my soul how bad I wanted my bag of spell components. I wanted to turn and rain down fire from the heavens upon them. But the Orcs clawed hand grabbed at my dress which tore. And then another hand tripped me as it grabbed my ankle. And yet another grabbed my risk and as they turned me over to do horrible things to me, I found the stone I'd needed in my little bag. I closed my eyes and thought of the a place these orcs would never find me.
I shivered on the floor of the white castle. Screaming in horror and crying historically, the others members of the order that was such a large part of my life came running.
The sorrow ran deep in this place. Shar and her touch was visible though out the temples but this was different. Sitting next to the Weeping Child I put an arm around him to comfort him. He talked much better after coaxing him to speak about his brother whom I had met in the ruins. He couldn't remember how to enter the City of Shade and that's why he and his brother were stuck here. He was grateful to know his brother still lived and I began to think of my own loss. Such young eyes to have seen so much, I thought to myself. A tear came across my own eyes and the boy gave me a rose. It was dirty and old but it was a rose nonetheless and I thanked him for it.
It wasn't long ago that I had chosen a mortal form. Chosen it so I could be with him. To descend from the stars and influence the world directly rather than by inspiration. It seemed like a dream, as if it hadn't really happened at all. Such as things are when recollecting them, the past is so fleeting, so misleading and so filled with foolish fancy and poor memory. Some things would drown in a sea of forgetfulness if not for the simple words we take for granted. This place was more Illusion than anything else. I wondered why the shadows seemed to flicker and take on lives of their own...
It was years earlier, the Summer Sun radiated warmth down into the valley. It was all a dream, like some insane play. The girl in a lightweight blue and white dress that didn't cover her arms or go below her knees was me. And there he was, I was filled with happiness just to see him in the dream but I knew it couldn't last. There was no life where death had already claimed what is inevitably his. Their lips met and then the horns could be heard. Faint at first but then like thunder off the mountain. The pale green skin of the former elves turned orcs could be seen even from a distance. A distance that was diminishing quickly. His arm grabbed her as they ran for the cabin they had built. How could she not have seen this, she knew the art, the old ways, the divination spells. Dream faded into nightmare as blood pounded in her head and no matter how her legs burned, they just weren't fast enough. Then I could feel magic exploding around them as curses landed close to us. I searched frantically through the small bag I had brought and couldn't find the spell components I needed. The sharp ring of a sword being drawn sent shivers up my spine as I knew what he was going to do. The Hoard of orcs chased us down, I could hear hear metal against metal but having no weapons I continued to flee. In could feel it in my soul how bad I wanted my bag of spell components. I wanted to turn and rain down fire from the heavens upon them. But the Orcs clawed hand grabbed at my dress which tore. And then another hand tripped me as it grabbed my ankle. And yet another grabbed my risk and as they turned me over to do horrible things to me, I found the stone I'd needed in my little bag. I closed my eyes and thought of the a place these orcs would never find me.
I shivered on the floor of the white castle. Screaming in horror and crying historically, the others members of the order that was such a large part of my life came running.
The Muse (Part 6)
Starlight came down upon the world and Waterdeep, only to be greeted by darkness. At night nightmares from Skullport crept through Waterdeep.
After stepping through the portal, Quyen had to wait a bit for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He kept his finger on the trigger of his crossbow and waited. He smelled the dense, grubby air of a city. He thought he would have heard it as well, but he didn't. What he heard didn't belong in a city. The hairs on the back of his neck raised up, and he pressed the trigger of his crossbow. An arrow flew into the darkness and something yelped. Murmering a spell for flying, Quyen started running until he felt the spell take effect. He leaped and flew up, landing on the nearest roof.
In the distance divine wrath burst from the heavens and cracked down onto the streets. Quyen turned his head away to shield his eyes from the light. He cursed, as he preferred them adjusted to the darkness. But then again, at least now he knew where to start looking. And since people didn't cast spells like that for no good reason, Quyen knew he should make hast. And so, he flew.
As he shot over the rooftops, he saw things run in the shadows beneath him. Evil things. The wizard frowned and his hand moved to a bolt with a crystal tip in his pouch. Loading the crossbow, he crossed the last rooftop between him and Calliope, witnessing the battlescene:
A large demon clad in black armour, with glowing red eyes, wielded a large mace and laughed as it lifted the mammoth weapon. After raising it, it slamming the weapon down into the levitated shield that was the only bullwark between Calliope and death. The shield was flung aside by the impact, its levitating spell dying as it clanged onto the cobbles next to Calliope and her weapon.
Once more the demon raised the giant mace, stepping forward and aiming for the kill. Quyen forced his willpower to close the distance between him and the demon. Effectively filling the space between Calliope and the weapon. As the mace came down, a hovering Quyen blocked it with his left arm, straining himself as he struggled against the fury of the demon. He planted his foot on the demon's breastplate, then pulled the crossbow's trigger, firing the bolt into the critters exposed neck. The crystal exploded and lifted the demon off his feet, smashing it into the building behind.
Remembering there was more evil prowling the streets tonight, Quyen held his left arm up and cast a spell that summoned a stom of meteors. As fiery destruction rained down upon the streets of Westbridge, and the demons that crawled through it, Quyen decided to split.
Turning to face Calliope - who was in a bad condition - he scooped her off the street. Holding her in his arms, he ran. Higher and higher, until he was in the air above the city, hidden in the darkness of the night. "City of Splendors my ass, " he thought, and eyeing the battered Calliope, "Me and my big mouth, where to now? "
After stepping through the portal, Quyen had to wait a bit for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He kept his finger on the trigger of his crossbow and waited. He smelled the dense, grubby air of a city. He thought he would have heard it as well, but he didn't. What he heard didn't belong in a city. The hairs on the back of his neck raised up, and he pressed the trigger of his crossbow. An arrow flew into the darkness and something yelped. Murmering a spell for flying, Quyen started running until he felt the spell take effect. He leaped and flew up, landing on the nearest roof.
In the distance divine wrath burst from the heavens and cracked down onto the streets. Quyen turned his head away to shield his eyes from the light. He cursed, as he preferred them adjusted to the darkness. But then again, at least now he knew where to start looking. And since people didn't cast spells like that for no good reason, Quyen knew he should make hast. And so, he flew.
As he shot over the rooftops, he saw things run in the shadows beneath him. Evil things. The wizard frowned and his hand moved to a bolt with a crystal tip in his pouch. Loading the crossbow, he crossed the last rooftop between him and Calliope, witnessing the battlescene:
A large demon clad in black armour, with glowing red eyes, wielded a large mace and laughed as it lifted the mammoth weapon. After raising it, it slamming the weapon down into the levitated shield that was the only bullwark between Calliope and death. The shield was flung aside by the impact, its levitating spell dying as it clanged onto the cobbles next to Calliope and her weapon.
Once more the demon raised the giant mace, stepping forward and aiming for the kill. Quyen forced his willpower to close the distance between him and the demon. Effectively filling the space between Calliope and the weapon. As the mace came down, a hovering Quyen blocked it with his left arm, straining himself as he struggled against the fury of the demon. He planted his foot on the demon's breastplate, then pulled the crossbow's trigger, firing the bolt into the critters exposed neck. The crystal exploded and lifted the demon off his feet, smashing it into the building behind.
Remembering there was more evil prowling the streets tonight, Quyen held his left arm up and cast a spell that summoned a stom of meteors. As fiery destruction rained down upon the streets of Westbridge, and the demons that crawled through it, Quyen decided to split.
Turning to face Calliope - who was in a bad condition - he scooped her off the street. Holding her in his arms, he ran. Higher and higher, until he was in the air above the city, hidden in the darkness of the night. "City of Splendors my ass, " he thought, and eyeing the battered Calliope, "Me and my big mouth, where to now? "
The Short Cut II
Ror walked down the hallway towards the Makou Gateways, while Quyen followed. Arrived, they stepped into a circular room surrounded by windows. Normally, there would be a perfect mixture of energy and natural sunlight, but tonight only the eerie glow of makou-fueled energy illuminated the Gateway Room. Quyen studied the large gates before turning his attention to Ror. The resonating energy seemed to cast a shadow over the elf that made him look like the rippling surface of a lake, too dark to see into. It scared Quyen. "Not many wish to stay long near these Makou Gates, " said Ror, "it's the energy levels. To be honest, I find it quite soothing to be here. " Quyen grunted, "Yeah whatever, this definitely does not float my boat. Which one do I need? " Ror pointed at a gateway to the right of Quyen. "That one leads directly to Waterdeep, City of Splendors. If I am not mistaken, the destination of Calliope. " Quyen spat a cigarette butt out and lit a new cigarette to keep his nerves under control. "I hate portals, " he said, as the first whisps of smoke rose up toward the dome. "Let's get this over with. "
Ror nodded. He knew Quyen for a long time now, as well as his hatred for portals. In fact, Quyen hated all things wizards did. Casting spells, stepping through portals and relying on magic. It was why Ror liked Quyen so much.
"Do you know how to get back? " asked Ror. Quyen, loading an arrow onto a crossbow, looked up from the weapon and said sarcastically, "I click my heels three times, Dorothy? " Ror chuckled, "Looks like you'll be alright then. Nonetheless, I brought a map for you in case... " But Quyen was already stepping through the portal, loaded crossbow in his hand.
Ror nodded. He knew Quyen for a long time now, as well as his hatred for portals. In fact, Quyen hated all things wizards did. Casting spells, stepping through portals and relying on magic. It was why Ror liked Quyen so much.
"Do you know how to get back? " asked Ror. Quyen, loading an arrow onto a crossbow, looked up from the weapon and said sarcastically, "I click my heels three times, Dorothy? " Ror chuckled, "Looks like you'll be alright then. Nonetheless, I brought a map for you in case... " But Quyen was already stepping through the portal, loaded crossbow in his hand.
Karsus
There's no art of Karsus.
Description
A tall slender figure dressed in white and blue wizard robes, his hood covers most of his head but you see the outlines of his face and his piercing blue eyes. He wields a beautiful jewel encrusted sword in his right hand and in his left he holds a glowing knife. A shield enfused with demonic essences floats in front of him andReborn at the mercy of Mystra, condemned to serve as the personal bodyguard of Lady Ceridwen for eternity.Filled with remorse after his folly he was honored with such an assignment and took an oath to serve Mystra and uphold the weave. With his life he will defend the Mystran way of life and the life of his beloved lady Ceridwen.
Roleplay Notes
November 2013
Arlenia
There's no art of Arlenia Enyo.
Description
The days of living have long passed for this woman. She stands at an impressive 5'9" tall, with her long, dark hair pulled back into a braid that hangs to the middle of her back. Her eyes burn red with an all consuming hatred and rage. Upon her skeletal body hangs a long cape and studded armors that once covered a beautiful body, but hang useless from the bones and sinew that are animated by necromantic magicks alone. Far from mindless, this lich is fully aware of her pain, her existence, and seeks above all else retribution and revenge. She appears undeniably confident, her skeletal face forced into an eternal grin that competes with what little flesh is left on her face. A dark magic aura rolls from her, driving her beyond life, beyond death.Roleplay Notes
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- Fed Up (1-2)
- Understanding
- Discussions
- Old Habits
- Long Lost Visitor
- Vanishing Gladiator
- Saving Guardian
- Waking Colin
Banion
There's no art of Banion.
Description
Banion is a stout man, standing nearly six feet tall. His head is balding and ringed with white hair. He wears a thick brown robe, tied with a rope, looking very nearly like a friar. He is the healer for the village on the Dark Continent, but the spark of intelligence in his blue eyes speaks to something far deeper... perhaps far more sinister...Roleplay Notes
November 2013
Inigo
There's no art of Inigo.
Description
You see a pudgy little halfling. He doesn't seem like the fittest of all adventurers, and has a little potbelly. On second glance you could swear his body composition is, in fact, mostly lard, and couldn't even best a dwarf in a footrace. At least he is clean and smooth shaven, his clothes made from supple calf leather. He looks comfortable. A pouch is tied to his belt, chock full of cured meat snacks. He is happy.Roleplay Notes
November 2013
The Order and the True Archway
This temple opened with the same key and we found an encampmen the Order of the Radiant Heart had been here a long time. We had found footholds throughout the many temples but this was where they had made their base. They were focused on an Archway. A darkened gateway with a powerful guardian who destroyed any that opposed him. He was not unable to be reasoned with though. The trials he demanded of those seeking to pass through the true archway.
Inigo and I made our camp on there outskirts of the Temple, away from a massive battle that was taking place to the south. The Order would even join the knights who guarded the temple from time to time, but their goal and ours was to find the true archway of the City of Shade. We had all come so far but with each passing day we grew weary. There were a few oddities and more markings in the temple. The most disturbing of all in this place was the shattered Spirit of Karsus, the undoer of the weave, the one whose folly forced Lord Shadow to conceal the floating city Shade of the Netheril in the Shadow Realms.
This the scrolls could tell us but we would be given help another way. After losing track of how long we were within the shadow temple Masks message came to us. It was at this time we had to make ourselves known to each other and it seemed the Order had known much. There was enough time to ask only three questions.
He had brought us back to the weeping child again but we soon traversed into the Temple, further than ever. The most important revelation was that of where the true Archway lay hidden. It was where the ritual must be performed. And where a strange circle and a man who would only tell us he was the lost apprentice stood.
The Order marched back to their base encampment, the leaders conversing in hushed tones and wild gesticulations. Inigo and I stared at each other and we studied the area. Trying to figure out how a whole Archway could be concealed here.
Inigo and I made our camp on there outskirts of the Temple, away from a massive battle that was taking place to the south. The Order would even join the knights who guarded the temple from time to time, but their goal and ours was to find the true archway of the City of Shade. We had all come so far but with each passing day we grew weary. There were a few oddities and more markings in the temple. The most disturbing of all in this place was the shattered Spirit of Karsus, the undoer of the weave, the one whose folly forced Lord Shadow to conceal the floating city Shade of the Netheril in the Shadow Realms.
This the scrolls could tell us but we would be given help another way. After losing track of how long we were within the shadow temple Masks message came to us. It was at this time we had to make ourselves known to each other and it seemed the Order had known much. There was enough time to ask only three questions.
He had brought us back to the weeping child again but we soon traversed into the Temple, further than ever. The most important revelation was that of where the true Archway lay hidden. It was where the ritual must be performed. And where a strange circle and a man who would only tell us he was the lost apprentice stood.
The Order marched back to their base encampment, the leaders conversing in hushed tones and wild gesticulations. Inigo and I stared at each other and we studied the area. Trying to figure out how a whole Archway could be concealed here.
The Lost Pages and the Weeping Child
The New City was no challenge to her. The sorrow of this city was ancient. Those who could have remembered were almost all gone and those that did took solace in the New City they had built by the sea. Thoughts of where to travel next consumed her. She could feel the pain in the world but it seemed hidden from her. As if it had been sealed away from the world. A shadow of what it once was.
The veil was broken for me. The book fell from the heavens and glowed with an eerie light. The very air around it crackled with magic. Not something to be seen but felt. It contained the 12 scrolls. The writings of the only one to have traversed the shadow temple and seen the spirit of Karsus and seen the ritual performed by the Knights of Shade and the Nexus Monk. An inscription in the book was as if it were written in shadows and disappeared completely in the light:
"Find the child, you and others have been shown the way to undo the sorrow."
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It was months before I met Inigo in the clouds, lost within them. The bear at his side looked as frustrated as he did with the place. I let them see me and he was glad for the company as we found our way out. It was then we met the child, sobbing continually. I did all I could to comfort him but the few things that brought him any solace only bring more tears to his eyes.
We spent all out days searching the ruins of the temples. The child's cries echoing throughout the area a constant reminder to us that we were in the right place. The scrolls held the answer, and we came to see that they always would. The large pillars had to be shifted, which proved dangerous in the crumbling temple. But we remained loyal to our task. At the right moment we closed our eyes and awoke in the temple.
It was not the same temple. It was restored. Monks meditated, praying for the wisdom and patience to become more than apprentices and find courage to battle the horrors that awaited outside. After we spent months presenting ourselves to the head monk and playing the games the other monks would play with the spirits in the temple we were found worthy and given a key to the temple gates and were told to defend the gates with all our might.
As we opened the gates we saw an incredible battle taking place. Monks and hero's of the realms battled horrifying worm like creatures that the Apprentices inside had warned us about. Every so often a terrifying creature would spring to life out of the acidic blood of the creatures we killed. And after a few days of this, we found we were not the first to find our way to this plane of existence. And after many more days of studying the pillars and the movements of the loyal monks and the markings on the walls, it was then that we found a way to traverse into the next realm.
The veil was broken for me. The book fell from the heavens and glowed with an eerie light. The very air around it crackled with magic. Not something to be seen but felt. It contained the 12 scrolls. The writings of the only one to have traversed the shadow temple and seen the spirit of Karsus and seen the ritual performed by the Knights of Shade and the Nexus Monk. An inscription in the book was as if it were written in shadows and disappeared completely in the light:
"Find the child, you and others have been shown the way to undo the sorrow."
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It was months before I met Inigo in the clouds, lost within them. The bear at his side looked as frustrated as he did with the place. I let them see me and he was glad for the company as we found our way out. It was then we met the child, sobbing continually. I did all I could to comfort him but the few things that brought him any solace only bring more tears to his eyes.
We spent all out days searching the ruins of the temples. The child's cries echoing throughout the area a constant reminder to us that we were in the right place. The scrolls held the answer, and we came to see that they always would. The large pillars had to be shifted, which proved dangerous in the crumbling temple. But we remained loyal to our task. At the right moment we closed our eyes and awoke in the temple.
It was not the same temple. It was restored. Monks meditated, praying for the wisdom and patience to become more than apprentices and find courage to battle the horrors that awaited outside. After we spent months presenting ourselves to the head monk and playing the games the other monks would play with the spirits in the temple we were found worthy and given a key to the temple gates and were told to defend the gates with all our might.
As we opened the gates we saw an incredible battle taking place. Monks and hero's of the realms battled horrifying worm like creatures that the Apprentices inside had warned us about. Every so often a terrifying creature would spring to life out of the acidic blood of the creatures we killed. And after a few days of this, we found we were not the first to find our way to this plane of existence. And after many more days of studying the pillars and the movements of the loyal monks and the markings on the walls, it was then that we found a way to traverse into the next realm.
the true archway
Again Mask disappeared from the group's vision.
Only this time the group found themselves being folding into the fabrics of time and space. Within moments the entire group that was gathered within the temple found themselves on another plane of existence.
Mask himself had become a bit more tangible. We must be close to his actual resting place.
'I am not sure if this will suffice your question, but '
'When you have the required components to preform the ritual come here.'
'This is where the true archway lies.'
'It doesn't look like much but if you preform the ritual correctly here you will find your path to the Nexus Library.'
The information Mask had given them had been invaluable. The entire group sat in silence as their final question had been answered. They all stared at mask in anticipation of what would happen next.
'It has been a great effort to sustain myself away from my body.'
'I must leave again but you gathered hear today are our best hope.'
'Stay vigilant and I wish to see you all again soon.'
His time on the plane had expired and Mask's form began to deteriorate into shadows on the ground. As he faded, the group discussed what they had learned.
It would give them a new foothold and reenergize their efforts.
Psycho and his Knights returned to camp, to write down all they had seen.
Only this time the group found themselves being folding into the fabrics of time and space. Within moments the entire group that was gathered within the temple found themselves on another plane of existence.
Mask himself had become a bit more tangible. We must be close to his actual resting place.
'I am not sure if this will suffice your question, but '
'When you have the required components to preform the ritual come here.'
'This is where the true archway lies.'
'It doesn't look like much but if you preform the ritual correctly here you will find your path to the Nexus Library.'
The information Mask had given them had been invaluable. The entire group sat in silence as their final question had been answered. They all stared at mask in anticipation of what would happen next.
'It has been a great effort to sustain myself away from my body.'
'I must leave again but you gathered hear today are our best hope.'
'Stay vigilant and I wish to see you all again soon.'
His time on the plane had expired and Mask's form began to deteriorate into shadows on the ground. As he faded, the group discussed what they had learned.
It would give them a new foothold and reenergize their efforts.
Psycho and his Knights returned to camp, to write down all they had seen.
Behold the virtues
Mask responded to the amazement 'I can sense you don't believe me, I will be at the High Monk.'
With that Mask vanished from the clouds.
The group ran to the monk, killing several Legandary Vesserab along the way. When the arrived they saw him. Mask stood at the High Monk still holding the four virtues.
When the group reassembled Mask knelt before The High Monk.
The monk acknowledged Mask's virtues and handed him a shiny black key.
The group had only once more question remaining, and it had better be a good one. The concern of how to reach the Nexus Library was at the tip of their tongue, but it was important to ask the question the proper way.
The group had some more discussion before they were ready to ask their final question.
The decided the best way to the shadow realm and the nexus library was through the unbinding ritual.
Psycho asked their final question. 'Can you show us the unbinding ritual?'
Mask again chuckled at this response. 'I can not show you the ritual directly, because it is a very delicate process.' 'I can however show you where the true archway is '
With that Mask vanished from the clouds.
The group ran to the monk, killing several Legandary Vesserab along the way. When the arrived they saw him. Mask stood at the High Monk still holding the four virtues.
When the group reassembled Mask knelt before The High Monk.
The monk acknowledged Mask's virtues and handed him a shiny black key.
The group had only once more question remaining, and it had better be a good one. The concern of how to reach the Nexus Library was at the tip of their tongue, but it was important to ask the question the proper way.
The group had some more discussion before they were ready to ask their final question.
The decided the best way to the shadow realm and the nexus library was through the unbinding ritual.
Psycho asked their final question. 'Can you show us the unbinding ritual?'
Mask again chuckled at this response. 'I can not show you the ritual directly, because it is a very delicate process.' 'I can however show you where the true archway is '
second question
The answer had been simple and to the point. The translator was beyond our current ability. He would be located within the shadow realms itself.
While the book would contain valuable information it was still out of reach.
The group again huddles up and discussed the answer to their question in an attempt to focus the coming questions. It would be pertinent to not waste the remaining questions on information we could not use yet.
After discussion had slowed again it was Psycho who spoke the groups question. 'We have been able to locate two of the four virtues; Temperance and Fortitude.' 'How can we demonstrate the remaining virtues to the Head Monk.'
A quite murmur spread over the group in anticipation.
'So you want to know how you can demonstrate Wisdom and Justice to the High Monk?'
It was not only Psycho that replied to this 'Yes' 'Yep'
'Yes' and 'Indeed' could all be heard in response to the God's question.
Mask produced two items.
Psycho was amazed at his own shortsightedness.
'I think these might work ' The group had tried similar items but stood amazed.
While the book would contain valuable information it was still out of reach.
The group again huddles up and discussed the answer to their question in an attempt to focus the coming questions. It would be pertinent to not waste the remaining questions on information we could not use yet.
After discussion had slowed again it was Psycho who spoke the groups question. 'We have been able to locate two of the four virtues; Temperance and Fortitude.' 'How can we demonstrate the remaining virtues to the Head Monk.'
A quite murmur spread over the group in anticipation.
'So you want to know how you can demonstrate Wisdom and Justice to the High Monk?'
It was not only Psycho that replied to this 'Yes' 'Yep'
'Yes' and 'Indeed' could all be heard in response to the God's question.
Mask produced two items.
Psycho was amazed at his own shortsightedness.
'I think these might work ' The group had tried similar items but stood amazed.
first question
As the group gathered closer to Mask he spoke
'I do not have much time on this plane of existence'
'I will be able answer only three questions about the temple.'
The group that had gathered around, namely Belldandy, Inigo, Psycho and Order Knights Xzar and Raistlin. The group quickly decided that they would devise the questions together and attempt to answer some of their most difficult questions. Of all the questions that they could ask it would be difficult to boil it down to only three, but the group was quick to decide on a few.
When the group had decided the first question it was Psycho who spoke for the group.
'Okay I believe we have come to some consensus'
'Before I ask the questions I want to say Thank you for hearing our prayers.'
'The time is nearing and you are all growing wearing of the circles. I hope to bring back the hope.'
'We appreciate the help and are dedicated to freeing you from your prison and breaking the spell plague.'
'Our first question is regarding the Book of Shade Magic.'
'How do we reach the person that can translate the book?'
Mask chuckled at the question before he spoke again
'A great question, but I'm sure the answer is not what you want.'
'I do not have much time on this plane of existence'
'I will be able answer only three questions about the temple.'
The group that had gathered around, namely Belldandy, Inigo, Psycho and Order Knights Xzar and Raistlin. The group quickly decided that they would devise the questions together and attempt to answer some of their most difficult questions. Of all the questions that they could ask it would be difficult to boil it down to only three, but the group was quick to decide on a few.
When the group had decided the first question it was Psycho who spoke for the group.
'Okay I believe we have come to some consensus'
'Before I ask the questions I want to say Thank you for hearing our prayers.'
'The time is nearing and you are all growing wearing of the circles. I hope to bring back the hope.'
'We appreciate the help and are dedicated to freeing you from your prison and breaking the spell plague.'
'Our first question is regarding the Book of Shade Magic.'
'How do we reach the person that can translate the book?'
Mask chuckled at the question before he spoke again
'A great question, but I'm sure the answer is not what you want.'
mask appears
No sooner than Psycho had situated Hannibal's shackles he got an urgent message from his team stationed at The Shadow Temple. Raistlin contacted Psycho clearly and with a twang of surprise in his connection.
'My Lord, please come quick there is something important happening at the temple. A Ghost of Mask has appeared before the camp and is asking for those leading the effort to rescue him.'
'You have done well brother! I will be there ASAP.'
'I have already prepared transport for you.'
Within moments Psycho was transported to the base of The Shadow Temple. There indeed was Mask standing within the clouds, near the weeping child.
Mask was not nearly as clear as the signal Psycho had recked from Raistlin. The God was a fragment of his truepower, still locked away within The Shadow Realm. Even in his weakened state he was a sight for sore eyes.
That meant not only was it not too late to save the gods, but also that they wanted to return.
As Psycho drew close he saw the Knights of the Order were not the only group to notice Mask's presence.
'My Lord, please come quick there is something important happening at the temple. A Ghost of Mask has appeared before the camp and is asking for those leading the effort to rescue him.'
'You have done well brother! I will be there ASAP.'
'I have already prepared transport for you.'
Within moments Psycho was transported to the base of The Shadow Temple. There indeed was Mask standing within the clouds, near the weeping child.
Mask was not nearly as clear as the signal Psycho had recked from Raistlin. The God was a fragment of his truepower, still locked away within The Shadow Realm. Even in his weakened state he was a sight for sore eyes.
That meant not only was it not too late to save the gods, but also that they wanted to return.
As Psycho drew close he saw the Knights of the Order were not the only group to notice Mask's presence.
An impromptu Open Forum
The voices in my head grow and grow. Many challenges found in the temples have been overcome, but there is still the summit to be reached. The voices grow louder as more and more heroes step up to attempt the discovery of the portals and Mask's chamber.
"Perhaps it's time" Mask thought to himself, "to give them that push they need."
With a burst Mask travelled to the Weeping child located at the entrance to the Shadow Temples. Then placing his voice on the wind he muttered to the Realms of an open forum.
"In half days time I shall answer three questions total to any and all participants related to the secrets of the Shadow Temples. The information you see to overcome the challenges could be found if you ask the right questions."
OOC - In about 30 minutes, I'll answer 3 questions about anything you'd like related to the shadow temples. All are welcome to listen and join in on the RP. This is a one time happening so call your friends. I'll post an RP note follow up after the forum.
"Perhaps it's time" Mask thought to himself, "to give them that push they need."
With a burst Mask travelled to the Weeping child located at the entrance to the Shadow Temples. Then placing his voice on the wind he muttered to the Realms of an open forum.
"In half days time I shall answer three questions total to any and all participants related to the secrets of the Shadow Temples. The information you see to overcome the challenges could be found if you ask the right questions."
OOC - In about 30 minutes, I'll answer 3 questions about anything you'd like related to the shadow temples. All are welcome to listen and join in on the RP. This is a one time happening so call your friends. I'll post an RP note follow up after the forum.
Kellistandra
There's no art on Kellistandra Delcathri.
Description
There is currently no description.Roleplay Notes
May 2001
Krogenar
There's no art of Krogenar.
Description
Standing about 5'3" in height, this figure is draped in a plain grey cloak, patched and stained from years of use and repair. Leanly muscled forearms, deeply tanned, hang loosely at his sides. Leather armor, with bits of salvaged metal sewn into critical areas, covers his chest and legs. The leather strapped handle of a refurbished blunderbuss rifle is visible just above and behind his right shoulder. A scratched, dull sword pommel peeks out over his left shoulder, and the outline of what might be a pack is visible under the cloak. Dust caked leather boots cover and protect his upper calves, and two belts criss-cross over his waist, a loop of rope and other implements hanging from them. Woolen gloves, the fingertips cut off, protect his hands. An old, dirty ball of continual light floats over his right shoulder. A slightly deformed face, hazy with greying stubble, speaks of orcish blood.Biography
A half-orc strider, Krogenar spent most of his youth in silence, raised by his adoptive father, an Arch-Druid in the Far North. There, he learned the basic skills of a druid, but his half-orc legs carried him away, to journey to distant lands. In his first experiences with civilization, Krogenar was caged like an animal, befriending Hringorl, his bear companion. Escaping together, Krogenar slowly learned the ways of cities and towns - finding work with The MagiTek Army, in his naiveté. Later, he understood how The Realm of Vector's army powered their war machines. And the truth sickened him. Leaving the MagiTek Army, he journeyed North again, to investigate a fragment of The Rok that crashed there. Deciding to use ransack a MagiTek weapons storehouse, in hopes of finding something useful against The Rok, the half-orc was stopped, and nearly killed. No one is sure what happened to him, but he emerged from the sea, with a strange new sense of purpose. At about that time, The Hemelia Virus rocked WestBridge, and the outlying towns of The Realms. Preaching to unlistening crowds in the Market Square of WestBridge about the power of Istishia - Krogenar had found religion. It was then that Laisha, leader of The Church of Mysteries, extended to Krogenar a place within Mystra's Church. He accepted, and from that point on, found himself grounded. Together, they unraveled the mystery of The Virus, and helped to aid in the discovery of a cure.Roleplay Notes
May 2014August 2002
- Mystran Dust [6]
- Mystran Dust [5]
- Mystran Dust [4]
- Mystran Dust [3]
- Mystran Dust [2]
- Mystran Dust [1]
July 2001
The Muse (Part 5)
PAIN ripped through her right shoulder, the demons claws scratching her as it lashed out at her. Calliope twirled letting her large katana slice through the air defensively and let it hang behind her shoulder ready to strike. The shield she bore still levitated in front of her and she watched the demon blink in and out of of the shadows. And lunge at her again. Divine wrath burst from the heavens and burned the demon slamming it to the ground mid air. It screeched and dove into the shadowy alley nearby.
Waterdeep had become a nightmarish town at night. I had become the hunted. Fleeing for my life as the shadows themselves came alive to haunt me and claw at my soul. The shield closed in to her and she held the sword and sheathe as she ran waiting for the next challenge to meet her. Were they all chasing her cause she found the gnome? What other possible explanation could there be? My shoulder burned with demon fire. The simplest scratch from these creatures became the hardest of wounds to heal and she tried casting a simple healing spell as she turned the next corner.
White light flashes in the wounds and I felt relief but it was a perfect time to strike. Something large and blunt crashed down between my neck and shoulder blades and sent me sprawling to the ground. The poisoned weapon burned my skin and sent venom I wasn't able to heal coursing through my veins. The large black armor clad glowing red eye'd demon wielded a large mace laughed as he lifted the mammoth weapon. He raised it and the levitated shield rushed into his blow and was flung useless to the road next to my weapon and body. He raised the giant mace again and I heard metal against metal and a strange mechanical whirring noise and the blow that should have ended the night never came.
Struggling to my feet I saw Quyen's leg plant firmly between the demon knights breast plate and knock him backward into the side of a building. He then held up his hand and meteors flew from his hands chasing the knight down the street, exploding as they missed and erupting and causing the demon to howl in pain as they hit. The poison still burned in my veins, it was too much and I fell to the ground but before I blacked out I felt strong arms lift me from the road and begin running...
Waterdeep had become a nightmarish town at night. I had become the hunted. Fleeing for my life as the shadows themselves came alive to haunt me and claw at my soul. The shield closed in to her and she held the sword and sheathe as she ran waiting for the next challenge to meet her. Were they all chasing her cause she found the gnome? What other possible explanation could there be? My shoulder burned with demon fire. The simplest scratch from these creatures became the hardest of wounds to heal and she tried casting a simple healing spell as she turned the next corner.
White light flashes in the wounds and I felt relief but it was a perfect time to strike. Something large and blunt crashed down between my neck and shoulder blades and sent me sprawling to the ground. The poisoned weapon burned my skin and sent venom I wasn't able to heal coursing through my veins. The large black armor clad glowing red eye'd demon wielded a large mace laughed as he lifted the mammoth weapon. He raised it and the levitated shield rushed into his blow and was flung useless to the road next to my weapon and body. He raised the giant mace again and I heard metal against metal and a strange mechanical whirring noise and the blow that should have ended the night never came.
Struggling to my feet I saw Quyen's leg plant firmly between the demon knights breast plate and knock him backward into the side of a building. He then held up his hand and meteors flew from his hands chasing the knight down the street, exploding as they missed and erupting and causing the demon to howl in pain as they hit. The poison still burned in my veins, it was too much and I fell to the ground but before I blacked out I felt strong arms lift me from the road and begin running...
Abadoon
There's no art on Abadoon.
Description
You are suddenly blinded by a flash of light. As the light fades, there stands a tall dark cloaked figure. The hood of the cloak covers all of its face except two blue eyes that glow in the darkness. The robes are blue with golden trim running all around. The man holds in his left hand a long wooden staff, in his right a sword that appears to be longer than he. He stands as if made of stone, unmoving, and seemingly lifeless. As he stands here, it seems death itself could do no harm. He whispers something that is completely inaudible. A flash of lightning suddenly shoots from his staff, striking the ground with a loud crack. At that moment he disappears leaving behind only the memory.
Roleplay Notes
December 2002
Roleplay Log Overview
Currently 35 rolelogs since June 2012 have been archived.
December 2013
- Log: 24122013 - DAQ, Ror and Aneh
- Log: 21122013 - Quyen and Aubrey
- Log: 20122013 - Pika and Belldandy
- Log: 18122013 - Quyen and Calliope
October 2013
September 2013
- Log: 29092013 - Ror and Pika
- Log: 22092013 - Ror and Arien
- Log: 21092013 - Ror and Pika
- Log: 20092013 - Ror and Pika
- Log: 16092013 - Ror and Calliope
August 2013
June 2013
May 2013
April 2013
March 2013
January 2013
- Log: 31012013 - Ror and Phil
- Log: 27012013 - Ror and Sliver
- Log: 27012013 - Ror and Starla
- Log: 25012013 - Ror and Alsin
- Log: 23012013 - Ror and Alsin
- Log: 21012013 - Ror and Sanria
- Log: 19012013 - Ror and Orn
- Log: 18012013 - Ror and Sanria
- Log: 14012013 - Ror and Sanria
- Log: 08012013 - Ror and Alsin
October 2012
June 2012
a prize to bring home
He ran to a large room opposite the charging golem. Upon entering he lay a thick grease at the mouth of the room, and then using a pair of dragon wings he took his position hovering above the doorway. The Golem came through the door without hesitation and slid from the entrance into the wall at the other side of the room.
The Golem was on his back flat, the blow had stunned it but a fury was building inside the golem. Psycho quickly dumped more grease over the golem. Now directly overtop the golem Psycho spoke. 'The best way to stand between a rock and a hard place is off to the side.' The golem furious thrashed as it tried to stand again and again only to fall.
The grease was now too thick the golem could not gain enough friction to thrash so it lay on the ground helpless. If there was a golem here then there must be more to the temple than he should handle alone.
Psycho with his wits back took a look around the room. He saw a ladder going up into darkness above with a partially collapsed covering. At the foot of the ladder was an unconscious hecuva. He looked hungry, yet incredibly strong.
Psycho decided to cut his adventure short and return to the Heart of the Keep while he was still ahead. The Hecuva he would bring back with him.
As Psycho clasped the shackles upon the undead he stole much of the undead's freedom. The Shackles were just the first part of the soul binding process. The deep binding came from the gauntlet, Psycho reached into the hecuva's unconscious mind and pulled forth a rough cut gem. Psycho was able to control the undead even unconscious with the gem.
The skeleton rose and began his march back to the Heart of the Order
The Golem was on his back flat, the blow had stunned it but a fury was building inside the golem. Psycho quickly dumped more grease over the golem. Now directly overtop the golem Psycho spoke. 'The best way to stand between a rock and a hard place is off to the side.' The golem furious thrashed as it tried to stand again and again only to fall.
The grease was now too thick the golem could not gain enough friction to thrash so it lay on the ground helpless. If there was a golem here then there must be more to the temple than he should handle alone.
Psycho with his wits back took a look around the room. He saw a ladder going up into darkness above with a partially collapsed covering. At the foot of the ladder was an unconscious hecuva. He looked hungry, yet incredibly strong.
Psycho decided to cut his adventure short and return to the Heart of the Keep while he was still ahead. The Hecuva he would bring back with him.
As Psycho clasped the shackles upon the undead he stole much of the undead's freedom. The Shackles were just the first part of the soul binding process. The deep binding came from the gauntlet, Psycho reached into the hecuva's unconscious mind and pulled forth a rough cut gem. Psycho was able to control the undead even unconscious with the gem.
The skeleton rose and began his march back to the Heart of the Order
if a golem spots run like hell
Psycho had gotten most of them on the lowest level with his Nexus Stone. The remaining liches and undead were dispatched with his holy maces. The Luminus glowed in the dark and struck the undead with such force some of the undead instantly turned to dust on the walls.
Angry spirits of the bodiless and of other foul creatures shrieked a cry of alarm. The cry made the very walls visibly shake. The dust unsettling from the walls with the sound hung in the air trying to find footing before finally floating down to rest upon the ground. With the cry also came a rumbling from the floor above. Heavy footsteps. They suggested it was no undead creature to still carry such weight.
He didn't have to consider what it could be for long before a large stone golem appeared at the end of the hallway. His size was massive as he easily filled the walkway. Psycho wondered how it could even move with its size in the small halls.
But move it did, and man that son of a bitch was fast! The golem looked like the end of the hall was closing in on him; a solid wall of rock charging at him from the end of the hallway. Psycho did the only thing he could thing of run
Angry spirits of the bodiless and of other foul creatures shrieked a cry of alarm. The cry made the very walls visibly shake. The dust unsettling from the walls with the sound hung in the air trying to find footing before finally floating down to rest upon the ground. With the cry also came a rumbling from the floor above. Heavy footsteps. They suggested it was no undead creature to still carry such weight.
He didn't have to consider what it could be for long before a large stone golem appeared at the end of the hallway. His size was massive as he easily filled the walkway. Psycho wondered how it could even move with its size in the small halls.
But move it did, and man that son of a bitch was fast! The golem looked like the end of the hall was closing in on him; a solid wall of rock charging at him from the end of the hallway. Psycho did the only thing he could thing of run
out of the shadows and into the dead
When Psycho entered the temple he saw that it was quite clearly a temple belonging to the Zhentarim. The Black Cloaks hat hung from the walls and the likeness of anshoon were clear giveaways. The Temple had been abandoned. Long ago abandoned there was a thick dust that hung on most of the stones. The doorways were however full of scrapings and a could stench that was mistakably undead. The stench was nothing like a rotting corpse, still teaming with life and smells from when it was once alive. The smell of the undead was thin and putrified it smelled like burt hair mixed with old socks.
As Psycho Turned the corner he saw a hallway full of hungry walkers accompanied with lichees. They had sensed him almost as fast as he had seen them. But he was always prepared for the undead. Infact in recent years they had become somewhat of a fascination of his.
Psycho quickly pulled *The potion of an Angel from his bag and quaffed it. He began to sing, the voice was no longer his own but the voice of the Heavens.
'Come to me my children,
Lay your head down at last,
The days have been hard and night has come fast
Your time is undone,
Your souls have no path'
As his song finished you could literally watch the souls rise out of the undead and lichee. It rose out from their Rrise out of the undead and lichee. It rose out from their bodies and began to float. The black figureless shape hung out of the chest of the undead like a ballon tied upon their hip.
Psycho Breathed in deeply before he pulled out a Nexus Stone. He watched as the souls floated through the air to be consumed by the dark stone. During his monk training he had become familiar with the Nexus Stone, but he was still learning much of its uses.
As Psycho Turned the corner he saw a hallway full of hungry walkers accompanied with lichees. They had sensed him almost as fast as he had seen them. But he was always prepared for the undead. Infact in recent years they had become somewhat of a fascination of his.
Psycho quickly pulled *The potion of an Angel from his bag and quaffed it. He began to sing, the voice was no longer his own but the voice of the Heavens.
'Come to me my children,
Lay your head down at last,
The days have been hard and night has come fast
Your time is undone,
Your souls have no path'
As his song finished you could literally watch the souls rise out of the undead and lichee. It rose out from their Rrise out of the undead and lichee. It rose out from their bodies and began to float. The black figureless shape hung out of the chest of the undead like a ballon tied upon their hip.
Psycho Breathed in deeply before he pulled out a Nexus Stone. He watched as the souls floated through the air to be consumed by the dark stone. During his monk training he had become familiar with the Nexus Stone, but he was still learning much of its uses.
step away from The Temple
After months in The Shadow Temple Psycho`s patience had been growing thin. Been growing thin. By his own admission he had killed more of these worms than the Elder Monk had led him to believe even existed. Psycho had counted his days total at 21 Legendary Veserab. Psycho told the Head Monk that it was time he travelled outside of the temple. The Elder Monk again reminded Psycho that his journey from apprentice to guardian would would succeed only when he posses the 4 virtues. He prayed to the gods to give him insight into his attaining his other virtues.
As soon as he stepped from the temple, a flood of senses returned. He received a mental note from Crovax about a storm brewing within the Moonshae Islands. 'A stone wall has broken open along the Moonshae seaboard you should investigate it.'
Psycho was ready and happy to leave the temple. The Head monk had proven too tight lipped. On top of the Monks and the Order Psycho also had two books he needed to concern himself with. The Tome of Endless Pages he had given Tsaroth and now a book of Shade Magic.
Psycho Set off from the Shadow Temple and traveled to the Moonshae Islands. He had learned much as a monk and was looking forward to putting some of it to use. By the time he approached he saw the massive storm brewing.
The Storm came on quick and strong, the sea which was normally calm and beautiful was now a dark monstrous wall of freezing waves threatening to sink any boat that would dare travel upon its hungry waves. Finding the temple wall without knowing it was there would have been very difficult.
As soon as he stepped from the temple, a flood of senses returned. He received a mental note from Crovax about a storm brewing within the Moonshae Islands. 'A stone wall has broken open along the Moonshae seaboard you should investigate it.'
Psycho was ready and happy to leave the temple. The Head monk had proven too tight lipped. On top of the Monks and the Order Psycho also had two books he needed to concern himself with. The Tome of Endless Pages he had given Tsaroth and now a book of Shade Magic.
Psycho Set off from the Shadow Temple and traveled to the Moonshae Islands. He had learned much as a monk and was looking forward to putting some of it to use. By the time he approached he saw the massive storm brewing.
The Storm came on quick and strong, the sea which was normally calm and beautiful was now a dark monstrous wall of freezing waves threatening to sink any boat that would dare travel upon its hungry waves. Finding the temple wall without knowing it was there would have been very difficult.
Death
Ruthivan sat on his knees, clutching Claire's body to his chest. He rocked and sobbed, then growled and cursed. He punched her dead body repeatedly, ignorant of all the eyes that watched him commit his desecration. His entire camp now stood around him, their circle excluding Mirin's form, until at last he let Claire roll from his arms onto the ground.
He was numb, he felt his soul severed. She was dead, truly dead, and he knew it because the bond he kept alive through his force was gone. For all that he tried to do to keep her, in the end, Claire had escaped him the only way she had. And he was the one that had set her free.
He got to his feet and stared at Mirin for a long moment, then looked to the healer. "Get that out of here. Put her outside the camp."
"Yes, Elder Ruthivan."
He looked to the faces that stared back at him with open shock and turned on his heel, leaving them behind. He had nothing to say as his heart was crushed beneath its own weight. The children rushed forward, but stopped at the look on his face, and Ruthivan's stared at them as alien and apart.
"Your mother is dead," he said, his voice steel and gravel. They cried, they wailed, and Ruthivan walked into the bedroom he shared with Claire, shutting them out and leaving them with the help. He sat on the edge of the bed and an agonizing howl sprung from his stomach, not stopping until he had expelled every last mote of air from his lungs. Then, Ruthivan broke down. His sobs were heard by every esper in the camp as they filed by the tent, and every one was a repentance for every wrong he had ever heaped upon Claire.
He was numb, he felt his soul severed. She was dead, truly dead, and he knew it because the bond he kept alive through his force was gone. For all that he tried to do to keep her, in the end, Claire had escaped him the only way she had. And he was the one that had set her free.
He got to his feet and stared at Mirin for a long moment, then looked to the healer. "Get that out of here. Put her outside the camp."
"Yes, Elder Ruthivan."
He looked to the faces that stared back at him with open shock and turned on his heel, leaving them behind. He had nothing to say as his heart was crushed beneath its own weight. The children rushed forward, but stopped at the look on his face, and Ruthivan's stared at them as alien and apart.
"Your mother is dead," he said, his voice steel and gravel. They cried, they wailed, and Ruthivan walked into the bedroom he shared with Claire, shutting them out and leaving them with the help. He sat on the edge of the bed and an agonizing howl sprung from his stomach, not stopping until he had expelled every last mote of air from his lungs. Then, Ruthivan broke down. His sobs were heard by every esper in the camp as they filed by the tent, and every one was a repentance for every wrong he had ever heaped upon Claire.
Last Exhale
Claire sent the boy for the wizard, and the old esper came, knowing what she wanted. 'Please,' Claire said, breathlessly. 'That's my daughter out there. I have to help, I have to stop this.'
'Kra'ineba...' the wizard stammered. 'If you don't help me, she'll die, and I want no more bloodshed!'
The old one nodded, and Claire felt the magic that held her in the tent release. She ran out to find a ferocious battle, one raging only because her daughter was part Celestial and able to keep herself sharp. But her mistake was coming outside, into Mirin's view.
Mirin raised her hand and Victoria shot a blast of energy into Mirin's side. Claire rushed forward into the fray just as Ruthivan slammed his massive paw down. Claire felt every bone in her body shiver, then crack. Pain flooded her body until she could no longer feel anything.
She lay on the ground, every short inhale sharp and stinging, until even that ceased. Claire's last moment, her last vision, was Ruthivan on his knees with his mouth moving but no sound. She tried to smile, but never knew if it ever showed on her face.
All was a blur as her spirit recoiled from her shell and crept down into Toril to rejoin with the heartbeat of the planet.
'Kra'ineba...' the wizard stammered. 'If you don't help me, she'll die, and I want no more bloodshed!'
The old one nodded, and Claire felt the magic that held her in the tent release. She ran out to find a ferocious battle, one raging only because her daughter was part Celestial and able to keep herself sharp. But her mistake was coming outside, into Mirin's view.
Mirin raised her hand and Victoria shot a blast of energy into Mirin's side. Claire rushed forward into the fray just as Ruthivan slammed his massive paw down. Claire felt every bone in her body shiver, then crack. Pain flooded her body until she could no longer feel anything.
She lay on the ground, every short inhale sharp and stinging, until even that ceased. Claire's last moment, her last vision, was Ruthivan on his knees with his mouth moving but no sound. She tried to smile, but never knew if it ever showed on her face.
All was a blur as her spirit recoiled from her shell and crept down into Toril to rejoin with the heartbeat of the planet.
Torrential Downpour
The fight was more than epic, and if it weren't for the magical barrier that separated the whole camp from the outside world, any watching would have seen the sparks of energy flying. Mirin deftly avoided the claws and fangs of the espers who had transformed into beasts, and avoided the myriad of spells sent crashing into her. Her eyes glowed with a ferocity as she pulled from the very fabric of the weave to defeat the man who had commandeered her mother.
Then, the unthinkable. From the inside of Ruthivan's tent came her mother, aided by an elderly esper who obviously had freed her. Mirin lifted her hand to stop her mother, and was blind sided by a blast to her chest. She slid on the ground as the transformed beasts surrounded her. She could hear Ruthivan's deep growling laughter, then a scream followed by the sound of bones cracking.
Mirin opened her eyes and her heart froze. Her mother lay beside her, a crumpled heap of robes, and Ruthivan - now himself again - dropped to his knees, howling for a healer. None of the others moved as Mirin pushed herself up, her head throbbing with a thunderous ache. She watched the healer rush forward, sweating, panting, weaving spells that did nothing.
"She... she's..." the old one babbled, and Ruthivan grabbed the man by his robes and snatched him to his face. "You'd better not say she's dead," Ruthivan howled in a broken voice.
"I'm... I'm sorry..."
"FIX HER!" Ruthivan shouted, then grabbed his chest. "No, no no no..."
Mirin exhaled and dropped onto the ground at exactly the same moment that Ruthivan felt his bond with Claire shatter into nothingness.
Then, the unthinkable. From the inside of Ruthivan's tent came her mother, aided by an elderly esper who obviously had freed her. Mirin lifted her hand to stop her mother, and was blind sided by a blast to her chest. She slid on the ground as the transformed beasts surrounded her. She could hear Ruthivan's deep growling laughter, then a scream followed by the sound of bones cracking.
Mirin opened her eyes and her heart froze. Her mother lay beside her, a crumpled heap of robes, and Ruthivan - now himself again - dropped to his knees, howling for a healer. None of the others moved as Mirin pushed herself up, her head throbbing with a thunderous ache. She watched the healer rush forward, sweating, panting, weaving spells that did nothing.
"She... she's..." the old one babbled, and Ruthivan grabbed the man by his robes and snatched him to his face. "You'd better not say she's dead," Ruthivan howled in a broken voice.
"I'm... I'm sorry..."
"FIX HER!" Ruthivan shouted, then grabbed his chest. "No, no no no..."
Mirin exhaled and dropped onto the ground at exactly the same moment that Ruthivan felt his bond with Claire shatter into nothingness.
Current Character Description - Belldandy
Bright blue eyes peek out from behind long beautiful brown hair. A blue minds eye is set upon her forehead with matching triangles on the edge of her cheeks. The robes she wears are a beautiful white, blue and gold. As a Goddess for the Goddess Relief Office she has been sent from heaven to aid the pure of heart. She can transform into a beautiful angel winged goddess or appear as a mortal beauty but in both forms her intentions are to bring happiness to the world and ignite the fire within all our hearts. Be gentle with the gift you have been given, her presence is not made known to all.
"The greatness of ones sorrow when parting is the deepness of one's love, so if one fears sadness, one wouldn't be able to love anything "
"The greatness of ones sorrow when parting is the deepness of one's love, so if one fears sadness, one wouldn't be able to love anything "
Current Character Description - Hannibal
A gaunt face with sunken sockets and pallid flesh meets you, his eyes a clear and glowing ice blue. Dark armor etched by acid and scratched by blades encases his frame, which although appearing deathly pale, is muscled and powerful.
Strapped to his back he carries a two-handed sword of black steel that appears to steal light from its surroundings.
From his neck hangs a necklace bearing the emblem of Bane, the Black Lord.
Swirling around his wrists and ankles appear to be ethereal shackles.
Strapped to his back he carries a two-handed sword of black steel that appears to steal light from its surroundings.
From his neck hangs a necklace bearing the emblem of Bane, the Black Lord.
Swirling around his wrists and ankles appear to be ethereal shackles.
Radiant Shackles
Into a staircased side chamber he continued, the golems were occupied.. for now.
Up the stairs he ran, spiraling up and up. As he reaching the top landing, he slammed through the molding door and onto the upper parapets at the front of the keep.. Blinding sunlight filled his vision, a reminder of his awakening from the vault, and as it cleared.. the smashed and melted stone of the protective wall of the keep, littered with the long-rotted corpses of the fallen soldiers.
Half of the way along the wall, a siege ladder still stood against the stones. He approached it cautiously and tested the first step, it was strong enough to bear his weight. He began the climb down the eighty foot ladder and only twenty feet in, the stone wall shuddered and the sound he'd heard before of the golems blew through the doorway he had just come through.
He was only half way down before the golem reached the top of his ladder, and both of its powerful stone arms smashed the top of the wall clean off, raining broken stone down upon him and knocking the ladder away..
He fell.. He leapt from the ladder... He slammed into the ground and the world went dark.
When he awoke, his vision adjusted to the light once more. This time however, it was wooden ceiling. Turning his head to the side, he saw that he was now in a cell. He rolled to his side, encumbered by ethereal shackles that swirled about his wrists and ankles.
He rose to his feet, looking through the bars towards a dark hallway. Sighing heavily, he was at least glad to be out of the abandoned temple. But where he was, he did not know.
From the hallway, the footfalls of heavy boots could be heard, and a figure began to form. A swirl of spirits and flames encased in radiant red armor, etched with the figure of a tribal dragon with enchanted weapons at his side..
The sun was warm upon his pallid flesh as he marched..
And the shackles were not going to come off easily.
Up the stairs he ran, spiraling up and up. As he reaching the top landing, he slammed through the molding door and onto the upper parapets at the front of the keep.. Blinding sunlight filled his vision, a reminder of his awakening from the vault, and as it cleared.. the smashed and melted stone of the protective wall of the keep, littered with the long-rotted corpses of the fallen soldiers.
Half of the way along the wall, a siege ladder still stood against the stones. He approached it cautiously and tested the first step, it was strong enough to bear his weight. He began the climb down the eighty foot ladder and only twenty feet in, the stone wall shuddered and the sound he'd heard before of the golems blew through the doorway he had just come through.
He was only half way down before the golem reached the top of his ladder, and both of its powerful stone arms smashed the top of the wall clean off, raining broken stone down upon him and knocking the ladder away..
He fell.. He leapt from the ladder... He slammed into the ground and the world went dark.
When he awoke, his vision adjusted to the light once more. This time however, it was wooden ceiling. Turning his head to the side, he saw that he was now in a cell. He rolled to his side, encumbered by ethereal shackles that swirled about his wrists and ankles.
He rose to his feet, looking through the bars towards a dark hallway. Sighing heavily, he was at least glad to be out of the abandoned temple. But where he was, he did not know.
From the hallway, the footfalls of heavy boots could be heard, and a figure began to form. A swirl of spirits and flames encased in radiant red armor, etched with the figure of a tribal dragon with enchanted weapons at his side..
The sun was warm upon his pallid flesh as he marched..
And the shackles were not going to come off easily.
Leap of Faith
The sun was warm upon his pallid flesh as he marched..
The temple had been abandoned. He was alone.
The black marble hallways that had once been his home were devoid of marching steps of soldiers, the vexing chants of highpriests, and the wailing screams of prisoners and sacrifices.. All that remained was the pale magical light that enchanted the stones.
A wisp of ghostly white slid from the wall and formed into a figure before him, a spirit of the ages past.. A banite priest he did not recognize, but whose robe was torn and the side of his face burned away.
"OUT! YOU FILTHY WHELP, GET OUT OF HERE!"
The floor rumbled as the spirit shrieked and rushed him, but faded into empty air.. A shower of cold air rained on his flesh as a large fist of stone smashed through the walls on either side of him. Diving forward into a roll, the stones rained behind him and scattered over the floor. Reaching a standing position, he turned to see stone guardians clamoring noisily from their resting places. Guardians meant to guard the temple from enemies..
They turned their large granite heads towards him and charged.. He fled. Pillared temple areas filles with rotted tapestries, meeting rooms filled with dust that swirled, and rusted iron bars of jailrooms, he ran as fast as he could and followed the path he knew by heart, even after all these years..
Behind him, the slamming and screeching of stone against stone.
As he turned down the hallway to one of the primary entrance chambers of the temple, he stopped dead in his tracks.. The chamber was full of the undead, but they did not stir at his arrival. They surely saw him, as their dead eye sockets scanned the area lazily. Behind him, the slamming grew louder as the golems caught up, as they rounded the corner.
He leapt into the crowd of undead, seemingly invisible, as the golems crashed into them, flinging them left and right. The clatter of rusted helms, breastplates, swords, and spears all rained over the crowd of baneliches and banedead.. the former Zhentilar soldiers.
The temple had been abandoned. He was alone.
The black marble hallways that had once been his home were devoid of marching steps of soldiers, the vexing chants of highpriests, and the wailing screams of prisoners and sacrifices.. All that remained was the pale magical light that enchanted the stones.
A wisp of ghostly white slid from the wall and formed into a figure before him, a spirit of the ages past.. A banite priest he did not recognize, but whose robe was torn and the side of his face burned away.
"OUT! YOU FILTHY WHELP, GET OUT OF HERE!"
The floor rumbled as the spirit shrieked and rushed him, but faded into empty air.. A shower of cold air rained on his flesh as a large fist of stone smashed through the walls on either side of him. Diving forward into a roll, the stones rained behind him and scattered over the floor. Reaching a standing position, he turned to see stone guardians clamoring noisily from their resting places. Guardians meant to guard the temple from enemies..
They turned their large granite heads towards him and charged.. He fled. Pillared temple areas filles with rotted tapestries, meeting rooms filled with dust that swirled, and rusted iron bars of jailrooms, he ran as fast as he could and followed the path he knew by heart, even after all these years..
Behind him, the slamming and screeching of stone against stone.
As he turned down the hallway to one of the primary entrance chambers of the temple, he stopped dead in his tracks.. The chamber was full of the undead, but they did not stir at his arrival. They surely saw him, as their dead eye sockets scanned the area lazily. Behind him, the slamming grew louder as the golems caught up, as they rounded the corner.
He leapt into the crowd of undead, seemingly invisible, as the golems crashed into them, flinging them left and right. The clatter of rusted helms, breastplates, swords, and spears all rained over the crowd of baneliches and banedead.. the former Zhentilar soldiers.
Falling From Heaven
"Goddess, Class 1, Category 2, Unlimited. You have been accused of harboring sorrow within your heart" The voice from above echo'd within my mind and bore down on my body.
"I fell in love with a mortal." I bowed my head unable to defend my actions. Had it been so wrong? What possible harm could it cause them, it was my heart that ached for what I could no longer be a part of and for all that would never come to pass. Rules like this weren't meant to be absolute and Sorrow like this only deepened the Love I once had.
"You are unfit to dwell in heaven. From this day forth you shall serve as the fallen do. You must never again try to return. Being that you are very high ranking in our order I expect to see great things from you. Live as one of them. Love as one of them. Feel Sorrow like one of them. Hold no grudge against us and let compassion be your guide. We have spoken. Be Gone!" Thundering in my ears the words echoed and world around me shook and became no more than an illusion, a dream I had once had and the cool breeze from falling from such dizzying heights rushed around my body.
In a few quick moments my life had changed so dramatically. Losing him was all I could stand to bear and it meant that I would lose everything else I had ever known. How would I ever find my way? This existence could be so cold and yet that isn't how I feel. I'm not scared of what's to come, I welcome it with open arms. A simple word of magic and my fall stopped. I looked down at the city below and smiled. Perhaps, I'll find a way to patch up my broken heart and help others do the same in this city. Hope fooled me yet again but I flew down toward the city by the sea.
"Sadness is in every living person, but when you're living happiness is always waiting for you!"
"I fell in love with a mortal." I bowed my head unable to defend my actions. Had it been so wrong? What possible harm could it cause them, it was my heart that ached for what I could no longer be a part of and for all that would never come to pass. Rules like this weren't meant to be absolute and Sorrow like this only deepened the Love I once had.
"You are unfit to dwell in heaven. From this day forth you shall serve as the fallen do. You must never again try to return. Being that you are very high ranking in our order I expect to see great things from you. Live as one of them. Love as one of them. Feel Sorrow like one of them. Hold no grudge against us and let compassion be your guide. We have spoken. Be Gone!" Thundering in my ears the words echoed and world around me shook and became no more than an illusion, a dream I had once had and the cool breeze from falling from such dizzying heights rushed around my body.
In a few quick moments my life had changed so dramatically. Losing him was all I could stand to bear and it meant that I would lose everything else I had ever known. How would I ever find my way? This existence could be so cold and yet that isn't how I feel. I'm not scared of what's to come, I welcome it with open arms. A simple word of magic and my fall stopped. I looked down at the city below and smiled. Perhaps, I'll find a way to patch up my broken heart and help others do the same in this city. Hope fooled me yet again but I flew down toward the city by the sea.
"Sadness is in every living person, but when you're living happiness is always waiting for you!"
Goddess Relief Office
Years ago, many lifetimes before ours, there were two lovers who quarreled. Their fury tore through existence burning through peoples hearts and it would come to pass that they should forever be apart yet be forced to sit side by side. When the dust had settled and we could finally ask the questions, we found to know these beings only as Love and Sorrow. Forever they must be in conflict and yet they unite us all. You cannot know one without the other and with such love comes such sorrow.
It is for these reasons the Goddess' took pity on mortals. They saw how fragile their hearts were and swore to aid their love and carry the burden of facing the sorrow. Those chosen to receive their kindness would not have to carry their sorrow within their hearts alone but be able to love more bravely than any others because it would not snap back and crush their soul in sorrow. In time the Goddess' created a Relief Office that would help organize their efforts and find those worthy of that sort of love.
Sometimes though, a Goddess strays from the path of grace and holds onto mortal emotions. She finds the Love and Sorrow are trapped within her own heart as well. These things make her more mortal than Goddess but these angels will fall to the very realms they influence and seek out directly all who may be worthy to receive the love of a Goddess.
"Many people may continue to feel pain and sadness. But it is the same with us. With affection... People learn from the past, live deliberately in the present, and then continue on to a wonderful future."
It is for these reasons the Goddess' took pity on mortals. They saw how fragile their hearts were and swore to aid their love and carry the burden of facing the sorrow. Those chosen to receive their kindness would not have to carry their sorrow within their hearts alone but be able to love more bravely than any others because it would not snap back and crush their soul in sorrow. In time the Goddess' created a Relief Office that would help organize their efforts and find those worthy of that sort of love.
Sometimes though, a Goddess strays from the path of grace and holds onto mortal emotions. She finds the Love and Sorrow are trapped within her own heart as well. These things make her more mortal than Goddess but these angels will fall to the very realms they influence and seek out directly all who may be worthy to receive the love of a Goddess.
"Many people may continue to feel pain and sadness. But it is the same with us. With affection... People learn from the past, live deliberately in the present, and then continue on to a wonderful future."
Roleplay Note Overview
Currently 1116 rolenotes since March 2001 have been archived.
May 2014
February 2014
January 2014
- The Exiled Soul -I-
- prayers for a dying monk
- An Intriguing Study (Part 2)
- An Intriguing Study (Part 1)
- Magical Disturbance
- Bandit Slayer (Chapter 2)
December 2013
- Leaving Home (Chapter 1)
- The Deceiver and the Spirit
- The Sacred Nexus Temple
- The Muse (Part 9)
- A Calling
- A New Beginning
- The Muse (Part 8)
- The new tenant
- Reclaiming the Merchant Sails
- The Muse (Part 7)
- Falling Shadows and Angel Dust
- A Mortal Arrives
- The Weeping Children
November 2013
- The Muse (Part 6)
- The Short Cut II
- The Order and The True Archway
- The Lost Pages and The Weeping Child
- the true archway
- Behold the virtues
- second question
- first question
- mask appears
- An impromptu Open Forum
- The Muse (Part 5)
- a prize to bring home
- if a golem spots run like hell
- out of the shadows and into the dead
- step away from The Temple
- Death
- Last Exhale
- Torrential Downpour
- Radiant Shackles
- Leap of Faith
- Falling From Heaven
- Goddess Relief Office
October 2013
- The Short Cut
- Black Marble
- Rush
- Confronting Illusions
- The Visitor II
- The Visitor
- The Visitor
- Becoming The Heart Line
- Vodka Tonic (Part 7)
September 2013
- Training the Kra'ineba
- The New Elder
- Arrivals and Declarations
- Plans
- Knowing Claire
- Elder Ruthivan
- Seeking Seranfrit
- Vodka Tonic (Part 6)
- Vodka Tonic (Part 5)
- Vodka Tonic (Part 4)
- Vodka Tonic (Part 3)
- Vodka Tonic (Part 2)
- Kids? Really?
- Vodka Tonic
- Knights of the Blue Rose
- The parting of ways
- The Muse (Part 4B)
- The Muse (Part 4A)
- The Muse (Part 3)
- The Muse (Part 2)
- The thoughts of the sister
- The Muse
- Beast
- Discussions
- Dinner
- Dinner
August 2013
- Deepening Resentment
- Situation Critical
- Trussing Claire 2/2
- Trussing Claire 1/2
- Come Alive
- The Monks of Vector
- The Unthinkable
- the silent Monk
- Wayward Son
- Expulsion 3/3
- Expulsion 2/3
- Expulsion 1/3
- Discoveries in Seas of Emotion (2 of 2)
- Discoveries in Seas of Emotion (1 of 2)
- A Mission Gone Wrong
- Impossible Chances
- Trickery?
- Thinking the Impossible
- Turnabout (2 of 2)
- Turnabout (1 of 2)
- Will there be life?
- Shen Ju Rong - Into the Realms
- The Secrets of the Past Pt. 1
- Shen Ju Rong - In the Mists (2/2)
- Shen Ju Rong - (1/2)
- Deeper Confusion
- Avoidance
- Confrontation
- Conealing Tensions
- Shen Ju Rong - The Exodus (3/3)
- Shen Ju Rong - The Exodus (2/3)
- Shen Ju Rong - The Exodus (1/3)
- Sandorin
- the first step on a long path
- Flowers!!!!
- Progress
- Searching for Success only to Fail
- Signals
- The End Is Where We Begin II/II
- The End Is Where We Begin I/II
July 2013
- Finding Shadows
- Ultimatums (1-2)
- Questioning Yourself (1-2)
- Quelling Protests
- Dropping Hints
- Phases of the Moon 2/2
- Phases of the Moon 1/2
- Regaining control
- Subserviant, Obediant, Broken
- Settling into Understanding
- Arise Children of Lord Kefka
- The End... But a new Beginning - Final Chapter
- The End... But a new Beginning - Part 3
- The End... But a new Beginning - Part 2
- Stuck in the Middle with Two
- Weird but Cool
- Excerpts
- All the Pretty Poly's in a Row (2/2)
- All the Pretty Poly's in a Row (1/2)
- Swallowing the Flood
- Releasing the Dam
- Discussions with Heucuvas and Beginnings to Ends
- Checking on Progress
- Discussions and Wanderings
- The Road to Vector
- The Forgiveness
- The Arrogant
- Telling the Truth
- Shaping the Stone
- Focusing on Materia
- Redirected Attention
- Family
- Dedication
- Hard Work
- Blurring the Lines
- Constricting Constriction
- The Return
- Sickening Conclusions
- Making Plans for Escape
- Exploitation of Treasure
- The Old College Try (1-2)
- Shamefaced and Guilty
- Fatal Flaws
- Crashing the Party
- Making Amends?
- Family Adventures
- I Just Want to Make Things Right (3/3)
- I Just Want to Make Things Right (2/3)
- I Just Want to Make Things Right (1/3)
- Return of the Shadows
- Stomping the Flames
- Stomping the Fire
- Stealing Fire
- Of Dousing Flames and Fire
- Of Fighting Flames and Fire
- ... Is Another Man's Army.
- One Man's Junkyard...
- WHAT?!
- Uterus B-GONE!
- Plans for Destiny
- Accepting Insults
- Turning Tide
- Tiny Infants, Looming Sadness
- Losing Ground
- Path of Least Resistance
- Bearly Names
- New Arrivals
- Crossing Lines, Honoring Promises
- After Hours
- Family Meeting
- Rabbits, Thasmudyan, and Meetings
- Advice for Stones
- Time By the Fountain
- Misplaced Affections
- High Born Bastard
- The Fallen Fallen
- The End... But a new Beginning
- Rescue
- Moving Out
- Silencing Bards
- Resupply
- Death's Grasp
- Chasing Rainbows
- Closing Chapters: A Futile Attempt
- Speaking to Shadows of Wolves
June 2013
- Plans in motion
- Years of Waiting, Not in Vain
- Unleashing the Shadows
- Searching for Lifestream
- A Mass Demonstration of Sorts
- Of Foolish Threats and Bandits
- The Diary of Pheniox
- Interesting Reading
- Rain II
- First Day!
- By the Riverbank
- Gladiator
- Mom!
- Dancing with Darkness
- Footsteps in the Fog
- Winking Out
- The Unbearable Pain of Elvishness
- Verdict
- Burning the Throttle
May 2013
- Strange Encounter
- Swelling... the Members...
- Lifting the Veil (1-2)
- Dreamless Dreaming
- Absolute Bottom
- Circumstances Convergent
- Origins: Phonzy (Conclusion)
- Origins: Phonzy (Part III)
- Origins: Phonzy (Part II)
- Origins: Phonzy (Part I)
- Gazing into Madness
- Temporary Defeat
- Enforcing Memories
- Baiting Gilean
- Beating the Brush
- Loba Loca
- Wayfinding
- Drowning
- Begging for Light
- The Family Feast
- Mistaken Identity
- Hunting Solutions
- A Hunting Night with LoP
- Cecile Norwilth
- Magocratic Red Tape
- Cache of Affection
- Letter of Intent
- Thinking by the Waterfall
- Questioning
- a beginning to a new end
- Blessed Sleep
- Breaking Point
- Legacy V
- Angry, Angry, Angsty-Pants
- Boiled Memories
- Winning
- written in magic
- written in ink
- introductions to Wrack, and his book
- Hunting for Treasures
- Legacy IV
- Legacy III
- Guidance and Attrition
- Legacy II
- Legacy I
- Library II
- Advisory Role Only
April 2013
- An Unexpected Visit
- In search for Justice - Part3
- Angered - Part2
- Return of the Legacy - Part1
- Things Hidden
- Introductions
- A Fierce Battle - Part 2/2
- A Fierce Battle - Part 1/2
- Riptide
- Captive
- So it seems (3/3)
- Wandering Westbridge (2/3)
- A strider's return (1/3)
- And then there was Zazza (Part II)
- And then there was Zazza (Part I)
- One Enemy Shines
- notes from girls
- Led by a Light - Part 3
- Led by a Light - Part 2
- Led by a Light - Part 1
- Westbridge 4/4
- Lost in Dreams 3/4
- Helplessness 2/4
- Traverse 1/4
- ghost of the future part 3
- ghosts of the future part 2
- ghost of the future
- Ghosts of the Past
- An Unexpected Visit
- ghost from the present
- Mom
- Fury and Realization
- Silver Eyes
- Straight Flush
- Four of a Kind
- Full House
- High Card
- Longing
- Interview with a Thri'Kreen - Part 3
- Interview with a Thri'Kreen - Part 2
- Interview with a Thri'Kreen - Part 1
- A simple rose
- To love!
- To love or not to love?
- Introduction by Flame - Part 3
- Introduction by Flame - Part 2
- Twitching in time
- Introduction by Flame - Part 1
- Landing Ashore - Part 2
- Unexpected Visitor
- Behind closed doors II
- Landing Ashore
March 2013
- Devious and Desperate Beggars (1-2)
- Discussions in Gossamer Cigarette Threads (1-2)
- Behind closed doors
- Catalyst
- Ghost from the past
- Crawling out of Books
- A plate of food
- Bits and Pieces II
- Missives in the Dark
- Family Life
- The Ruins of Tru
- A note...
- Rememberance
February 2013
- Half-naked savage
- Deluded Fantasies
- Betrayal
- In Time
- Personal Hell, Public Chaos
- Mrs. Gilean Eosos!
- Meditation
- Findings
- The Elephant in the Cafe
- Deja Vu
- The Return
- Mrs. Gilean Eosos
- Paranoia II
- Paranoia I
- Return of the Painmaker
- Lupa Alba Kaliadris
- Location, location, location
January 2013
- Phil's Bar
- Is There Life On Mars
- Aftermath (Part 2)
- A calling
- Aftermath (Part 3)
- Bits and Pieces
- Westbridge Aftermath - Ror's Letter
- The fall of General Buxbaum (Revelation 3 of 3)
- The fall of Lord Kefka (Revelation 2 of 3)
- Playing both sides (Revelation 1 of 3)
- Everything Changes (1-3)
- Psycho slays Kefka
- Kefkabridge no more
- Aftermath
- The Invasion of Westbridge
- Preparations
- There is an End
- Into the Blue
- Library
- Official Enquiry
- Starlit
- Pressing Matters
- He Calls Himself Roar? (1-2)
- Deathscythe Hell
- Visions of things to come (2)
- Visions of things to come
- Shitstorm
- Categories of Crimson
- Sorting Life
- Finding The Scroll
- One is the...
- Entity Aftermath
- Disjointed Reality
- Traggik Happenings (1-2)
- Dousing Flames (1-2)
- Return (1-2)
- A Thanks
- A little card
- Cards, Picnics, and Skeletons (1-3)
- a little card
- Redemption
- Awakenings (1-2)
- A Strange Place (II)
- A Strange Place
December 2012
- Hiding the Body
- Old skills New uses
- Contemplation lost in Misery
- Contemplation lost in Misery
- Offering Assistance
- Boy Messengers
- Thasmudyan (1-2)
- Letting Go
- Radiant Heart response
- Coming Clean
- Waiting
- A Task For The Robot
- Future Operations
- A Balanced Proposal
- Plans and Revelations
November 2012
- Contract: Complete
- Secret Missives
- New Directions (1-2)
- Delivered Parchments
- Thunder Crash
- Rain
- The Blueprint
- Answers, and more Questions
- Discussions
October 2012
- The Return
- Renewed Vigor
- Lost and Found
- Mrs. Wolldon
- Familiarity (1-2)
- Research Division
- The Elf
- Casualities of Love (1-2)
- An end to a Beginning
- Watching Waiting
- Family Guardian (1-2)
- A Bundle of Hope
- New Arrival
- Mother Daughter
- Escher's Relativity
- Adults Blow
- Directive Lambda
- Understanding
- No way... I Mean, Really?!
- Grounded!
- Mother's Spirit
- Announcements
- Failure
- Like...no way
- Whoa...What?
- Mock Turtle
- Returned!
September 2012
- New tidings in Radiant Death
- Birth
- Like...Cool
- Alone
- Reports Made
- Returning a Life
- Readying the Ritual
- A missive in the times answered
- Diary: 3rd of Hammer
- Collision
- Diary: 2nd of Hammer
- Considerations
- Kronk and the Keepers
- The Orc
- Time
- Freedom Part II
- Freedom
- A listing in the Westbridge Times
- A small backstep in Radiant Sorrow I
- Bloody Sorrow from a RadiantHeart IV
- Advisors
- Seeking Balance
- Journey to The Island
- An Announcement, Of Sorts
- Bloody sorrow for a RadiantHeart III
- Bloody Sorrow from a RadiantHeart II
- The Fountain runs Red
- Bloody Sorrow from a RadiantHeart
- Keepers Of Balance 2
- Keepers Of Balance
- All Things Considered
- Books
August 2012
- Of Demigods & Dirty Old Men
- The Floating Island
- Among the Gardens
- Discussions and Decisions
- Meetings in the Mists
- Faltering Steps
- Unfamiliar Familiarity
- Intercepted Discussions
- After Discussions...
- Discussions with New Friends (1-2)
- Curious Strangers
- Deeper Questions
- Bold Tidings
- Advance Warning
- Forest Ghosts
- Thoughts on Living
- Through the Motions
- Nerlith's Open Application (Part 2)
- Nerlith's Open Application (Part 1)
- Parting of Ways
- The Deciding Line
- Mists of Confusion
- To Orn and Back Again (1-3)
- Rude Awakenings (1-3)
- Deep Thoughts
- Change of Heart and Soul
June 2012
May 2012
- Turning Tides Horrified
- Deal (1-2)
- Final Straw (1-2)
- Days of Despair, Nights of Correction
- Loser
- A Break in the Clouds
- On Losing Ground
- Hostile Takeover
- Checkmate
- Fury unleashed
- Battle Scars
- Confronting the Beast
- When Worlds Collide
- Reflection
- Trading Lives
- Mountaintop Removal
- On Gaining Love
- Fed Up (1-2)
- By Forces Known
- Discussions (1-3)
- Midnight Memories
- Backfires and Downdrafts
- Hotel Sanria
- Informing Velentham
- Coming Home
- Room With a View
- Tailed
- Nightmare Reality
- Utter Confusion
- Dream Come True
- Troublemaker
- Desperate Measures (1-2)
- Responsibility
- New Thalos
- Excuse Me...
- Confessions
- Understanding
- Discussions
- Old Habits
- Clockwork (2)
- Anguish
- Speeding Things Along (1-2)
- Like a Good Hostess
- Darkness Closing In
- Clarity
- Brief Respite
- The Pit
- Long Lost Visitor
- Vanishing Gladiator
- Saving Guardian
- Deeper Hell
- Deeper Hell
- Hell
- Hell
- Of Waterfalls and Caverns (1-2)
- Into the Fray
- Water
- Blood is Thicker Than...
- Finding Guardian
- Seeking Guardian
- Waking Colin
April 2012
- Going to Hell (1-3)
- Outrageous Plans
- Ancient Studies
- Asking Nature
- Arrival of a Man
- Setting to Rights
- Father Turncoat
- The Best of Both Worlds
- Sea of Fog
- Planning Ahead
- Gaining a Husband
- Vanishing Guardian
- Studies
- Evasive Maneuvers
- Trading Hearts (1-2)
- Implied Agreements
- Turning the Traitor
- Dangerous Visitors
- Waiting for a Wizard Part one
- Waiting for a Wizard, Introduction.
- The Eventide of Loathing
- Dismissal
- Vanishing Rose
- Vanishing Rose
- Blushing Rose
- Without Claire
- Progression
- Succession
- Melting Dreams
- Like a Runaway Train
- Clearing
- Unexpected Guest
- White Wolf Decided
- White Wolf Mistakes
- Visiting Kaliadra
- Regarding Kaliadra (1-2)
- Wounded Heart
- Pine
- Stick
- Rolling Waves
- Trip
- Oak
- Orn
- Stream
- Packing
- White Wolf Visited
- Misplaced Apologies
- Shoes
- Trust
- Lights
- White Wolf of Living
- Learning Curve
- A Life for a Life
- Final Words
- Falling Action
- Climax
- Rising Action
- Exposition
February 2012
- TriPower and You.
- Deluded Fantasies Pt I
- Old Cape Lucullus
- A strange feeling, A strange city
- A Poster tacked in Market square.
January 2012
- A new order of business.
- A Shady encounter ( 2/3 )
- Broken
- A Shady encounter (1/3)
- Faprak Versus the Double Date
- Fresh Cargo (2/2)
- Fresh Cargo (1/2)
- Winds of Change
- A Final Journal Entry
- An interesting lead
- K.M.D.R.
- Causation
- diary of a mad man in prison pt.4
- diary of a mad man pt. 3
- diary of a mad man in prison pt.2
- diary of a mad man in prison part 1
- Getting Started.
- Getting Started.
- Cleanup Crew
- Smitten
December 2011
- Redheaded Stepchildren
- A little bird told me
- [The Contract] Investigations
- [The Contract] Beginings Pt II
- [The Contract] Beginnings Pt I
- [The Contract] Signing
- [The Contract] Requests
- [The Contract] Introductions
- Lost Causes
- Profit
- The Dormant Cell (II of II)
- The Dormant Cell (I of II)
- The Good Life
- Coming to Terms
- Abducted by...Torilians?
November 2011
- Gathering
- Cheap Thrills
- The Lost Tome...(continued)
- The Lost Tome...
- Closing Doors, Opening Trials
- Preludes to War
- Contingencies for Contingencies
- Contingencies
- Faprakk versus the slumbering beast
- Syndrome.
- Syndrome.
- Syndrome.
- Syndrome.
- Syndrome.
- Syndrome.
October 2011
- From the beginning
- Awakening
- A Farewell
- An Epiphany
- Temple of the Brawler
- The Clue
- Awakening
- an Introduction to Ignis
- Planning and Preparation (part 2)
- Reunion
- The Beginning (Part 3)
- The Beginning (Part 2)
- The Beginning
- A Late Night Stroll : The Note (Part 3)
- A Late Night Stroll
- A Beautiful Day (Part 2)
- A Beautiful Day
September 2011
March 2009
September 2007
- Emalia Dies
- How To Suffer Yourself
- To the North!
- Compounding Problems...
- Darknesssssssss...
- An Attempt To Unlock Answers
- Vanishing... (1-3)
- Preponderance of Evidence
- Brought To Light (Part I of III)
- Extraction *Part 1-3*
- Thoughts in a bubble
- Going Home
August 2007
- Master of Puppets (Cutting The Cords)
- Multiple Personalities
- Amidst The Ruins (Aftermath)
- Amidst The Ruins (Part I-II)
- Trial By Fire (Part I-II)
- Into The Ocean
July 2007
- Captive (1-2)
- Going On a Grobnak Hunt (1-2)
- Romance?
- Invitation
- Dreamless Sleep
- Wind blows Wicked
- Into the Vortex
- Hormonal Imbalance
- Silent Persistence
- No Stone Unturned (Part I-II)
- Master of Puppets (Pulling Strings)
- Master of Puppets (Preparations)
- Master of Puppets (Feast or Famine)
- Strange dreams (Pt. 1-4)
- Strange Dreams (1-2)
- Choices (1-2)
- Change of Heart
- A Dollop Of Truth (1-2)
- Uncle Sandorin
- Wool removed
- Airship Of the Past
- Trapped in A Rift
- Alternate Realism
- Blessed Sleep
- Whining and Pining
- Dreams of Renewal (1-2)
- Into The Rift (2 of 2)
June 2007
- Pressure
- On The Road Again... (Part I-II)
- Unexpected Visitation (1-3)
- Unexpected Visitor (1-2)
- The Past (1-2)
- Well deserved Rest
- ...loco...
- In The Mind
- In The Snow
- In The Fix
- Twist of Events
- Incomplete Resolutions
- Shadow Among the Shadows
- Emptiness
- Wrong Turn at Family
- Dawn Breaking and Awakenings
- Fault lines
- No
- Down With Air
- Things to Consider
- Avoidance
- Ice Cold Carnage
- The Awakening
- A Private Message
- Nagging thoughts
May 2007
- A Study in the Way of The World
- When the truth hurts
- Dawnbringer
- Practice Session
- Now Boarding
- Sub-ether Jump
- Prison Break
- To the future
- Proposal
April 2007
March 2007
- Proskur Inn: Confrontation
- A Passion Rekindled
- Unwanted Want
- Forest of Good and Evil: Grounds for Intrigue
- Bittersweets
February 2007
- When Night Becomes Day
- A Date?
- A Continent Away
- Torment Investigation
- A Flashback
- Hope
- Silent Reflection
- Found
- New Companions
- In Her Sleep
- You Take the High Road
- Guidance
- Landfall
- Hide n Seek
- Voyage to Waterdeep
- Tinge of Doubt
- Runaway
- See the light
- Introductions
- Death by Death
- Glade of Stars
- My Own Worst Enemy
- Cookies
- Star Catching
- Tea for Two
- Chance Meetings and Uncomfortable Circumstances
- Seeking-out the Faithful
- Heart In Pieces
- Under The Oak Tree
- Journal Entry Dated "Tuesday the 16th of Ches"
January 2007
- Dawn of Time
- The Master's Words
- The Spires of Morning
- Port Llast
- Treacherous Divination [WARNING: Graphic Content]
- Divide and Conquer
- Night Thoughts
- The "Rescue"
- Nearing Port...
- Savior
- The Letter
- A Quiet Night
- Back to the Maps
- In New Thalos
- A Timely Rescue
- Prayers Answered
- Wet and Cold. And Wet
- Water Water Everywhere and Not a Drop to Drink
- Fly? Over the Sea of Swords??
- Into the Sea
- Emalia's Shadow
- Setting Off
- Current Events
- The Final Errand
- Self Exile
- The Decision
- The Child
- The Hunt
- Rock and a Hard Place
- Cookies
- Revelation
- Chance Meeting
- The Chase Leads On
- Resignation
- The Unwilling Spy
- The Following
- Fear
- Pie and a Side of Tears
- Walking upon the Road
- The Informant
- Stuck in the Middle
- The End of Innocence
December 2006
- Dawn in the Afternoon
- Thoughts of a Priestess
- Mutual Attraction
- Lonely Thoughts
- Nature's Comfort
- Eyelight Twinkle
- Rest and Relaxation
- Meetings
- Waking
- A Mission Diverted
- Stars
- Thoughts Waxing Random
- Khyron to the Rescue. Hi-Ho Your Wildest Fantasy Awaaayyy!
- I'm Worried About You
- Youth
- Trials
- Home
- Seeking Emalia
- Tones
November 2006
December 2003
February 2003
- The Damned and the eternal. Another whisper on the wind.
- The damned hand the eternal
- Searching [Part: II]
- Searching
January 2003
- Altared beginning 6
- The Watcher
- The Apostles of the Crypt
- Altared Beginning 4
- Altared Beginning 3
- Altared Beginning 2
- Altared Beginning 1
- Time of Ages
- Punishment
- Bannor
- Time Passes
- Bannor
- A strange dream
- Seline's journal pg 18
- Seline's journal pg 17
- Seline's dream continued
- *A dream*
- A Sacred Quest
- The Destruction of the key
- Tasks & Travels [Black Rose][3/3]
- Changes [Black Rose][2/3]
- Introduction [Black Rose][1/3]
- The Paladins Sword
- A summoning of flame
- Sheena's desire for war
- A note pinned to the board in Market Square
- Part 2
- The trials of Sheena
- The Knights and What I must do
- The musings of the Divine
- seline's journal pg 16
- Seline's journal pg 15
- Rythryn
- It Starts
- Reflections
- A Meeting with Mother Part 2
- A Meeting with Mother Part 1
- Late night thinking
- A Bloody Tale with a Grusome End
- Answering a call
- Speaking with an old friend
- Done
December 2002
- The Roses are born
- Ransom
- Seline's journal pg 14
- Seline's Journal pg 13
- Between Brothers [Part 2]
- Between Brothers [Part 1]
- The vibrations
- Musings of a Vampire...
- The tormented visions of a young woman
- Wondering
- A conversation with Samoth
- A silent observer. RE: A conversation
- A Dragon Lament (cont)
- A Dragon Lament
- A conversation
- Seline's journal pg 12
- Freedom
- Morning routine, and a scroll...
- a scroll posted at Market Square
- Lord of the Fallen
- Finding Edea (2 of 2)
- Finding Edea (1 of 2)
- Rythryn
- Changing of Professions
- Search Party
- Response
- Knights of the Rose
- A vow
- The Call (Knights of the Rose)
- The Garden of Roses
- Shattered heart
- The removal
- It has begun...
- Insomnia. (A response to The Call.)
- The ring
- The Call
- Protectors of House deMystra has Fallen
- In the Market...
- the calling
- The Call
- Questions
- Jhinta il'Sthan and Illyria
- Song for an Angel
- Hallucinations
- A Response[Part.1-2]
- For she who stalks in the night
- For a Drow assassin, may she stalk the shadows lightly
- Protectors of House deMystra
- Grecia Gaiannas - background history
- a New Carpet
- The Protectors of House deMystra
- Note at Market Square left on fountain.
- The Bringer of Carnage
- Seline's journal pg 11
- Seline's journal pg 10
- Seline's journal pg 9
- Seline's journal pg 8
- Invitation
- Jihad - The Call Part 2
- Jihad - The Call
- Journies
November 2002
- A new story .. Pt 3
- A new story .. Pt 2
- A new Story..Pt 1
- Aquisitions (III)
- Aquisitions (II)
- Aquisitions (I)
- -9- Loose Ends
- The Harper Heralds
- -8- Sleight of Hand (Pt. 2)
- -8- Sleight of Hand (Pt. 1)
- Inconsistency
- Written feelings
- -7- Gathering (Pt. 2)
- -7- Gathering (Pt. 1)
- Punishment
- -6- The Broken Machine (Pt. 2)
- -6- The Broken Machine (Pt. 1)
- -4- Keepers and Demons
- Spoiled Plans
- -5- Correspondence
- The Beginning Pt. I
- -3- NorthBound
- -2- Greater Things
- -1- Dawn of a Legacy
- Horrible Mistake
- Drowling [3]
- Drowling [2]
- Drowling [1]
- A Decision To Make
- When you wake
- Seline's Journal pg 7
- Seline's Journal pg 6
- Seline's Journal pg 5
- The Rescue
- Repayment
October 2002
- Seline's Journal pg 4
- Seline's journal pg 3
- Seline's journal pg 3
- Seline's Journal pg 2
- Seline's Journal pg1
- Creation of a Gift [Part 3]
- Creation of a Gift [Part 2]
- Creation of a Gift [Part 1]
- The matter between Trenin and Mirage
- A girl wishes to clearify
- Slaver Hunt
- A wistful Dragon's Wish
- Walking the Dungeons
- Trenin
- bill change
- Bill of Sale *Mirage in trade for Sheena*
August 2002
- Mystran Dust [6]
- Mystran Dust [5]
- Mystran Dust [4]
- Mystran Dust [3]
- Mystran Dust [2]
- Mystran Dust [1]
February 2002
- Arith's Adventure
- A formal Waiver
- A new Chapter
- Life
- the awakening
- Draconic Restoration Part II
- Draconic Restoration Part I
- back to basics
- Demortes' fathers death
- Redemption
January 2002
- Shattered Keep [Part.1-3]
- The Dreams
- The Dreams
- Rasma's new RP part 3 *And last :P*
- Rasma's new RP part 2
- Rasma's new RP
- myself and my search
December 2001
- The return of Mikey, Part I
- a bit of current info on irvine
- The Past Pt. I ("Kossuth's Blessing, Chauntea's Curse") Repost
- Street Racing [Part. 1]
- Introduction to the Pax
- Meeting in Polaris
- Good Vs. Evil
- Shou Dragons - The unknown threat
- stupidity of the mfs
- Pax Faerunis Meeting [1]
- The Gate
- Fate Complete
- Here and Now
- Respite [5]
- Respite [4]
- Departures and Beginnings
- The awakening
November 2001
July 2001
- FLAMEs in Polaris (Part 8)
- Speaking with the leaders
- FLAMEs in Polaris (Part 7)
- Krogenar in the Inn
- FLAMEs in Polaris (part 6)
- FLAMEs in Polaris (Part 5)
- Campaigning in Polaris 2.1
- Campaigning in Polaris 2
- Stark's visit to Polaris
- Campaigning in Polaris
- FLAMEs in Polaris (part 4)
- FLAMEs in Polaris (part 3)
- Polaris
- FLAMEs in Polaris (part 2)
- FLAMEs in Polaris (part 1)
May 2001
- ****Attention****
- The FLAME
- Peace rejected
- Accusations and Lies
- Meetings
- PreTrial: Aberrant Behaviour (end)
- PreTrial: Aberrant Behaviour (pt 2)
- PreTrial: Aberrant Behaviour (pt 1)
- Contemplation of the Trial
- Life?
- Decifering of Lies
March 2001
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