The damned hand the eternal

The shadows seem to drift up the street post like a whisp of smoke from an extinguished candle, and soon it is joined by another shadow, dancing around, writhing in silent prayer to the darkness. Silently the figure in the bushes watches, watches as the whisps of shadow entwine around the post, circle each other almost as if the shadows comunicate, a whisper carried on the wind. He is the one....... The figure in the bushes closes their eyes listening to the two hissing voices that float from no where. Envisioning the picture that floods their mind. A charity ball, rich and decadent, the last bastion of the waltz.... The gentleman dances slowly to the antiquated tune with his target. Other couples surrounding them. Jewled clockwork. Even tha dancers are machines now.  The gentlemans every move, every action betrays his lust toward the woman his is to assasinate, A vacant smile, a deliberate blush, and the woman shall follow him.... None ever going to see... Skillfull, but this gentleman has a heart of steel... His eyes are empty... The gentleman watches the window, tracks his ladies reflection, Then he sees his own, his gloves, his cloak-floating, It hides the stileto he holds close to him, he crosses across from the window and draws close the curtain.. Style... Grace... A gift well given whisper the voices together in unison, the shadows still whisping about in their own private darkness. He turns to face her, his cloak coming off, while she struggles with remaining behaving proper. He slips the long knife from its place on his waist, gliding closer.... Attacks, The motion so smooth and swift, she never sees the blade. He is our chosen.... whisper the voices again, and slowly drift a part and vanish, leaving the street cold and empty, slowly, confused and bewildered at what they had witnessed the figure emerges from the bushes but its to late, he never saw the the third shadow, eyes wide, and mouth held in that silent horrfied scream, the meat falls to the dirt, the third shadow following after the others. 

Searching [Part: II]

Suddenly waking up from some sound Kronos stood up from the chair he had slept on. The night before he spent most of his time thinking and trying to remember everything about his past, before the Crimson Guardians. But as hard as he could look back he couldn't find anything. He looked around his room trying to find the object or thing that might have cause him to wake up but he didn't find anything. Nothing in his room was out of place. To get his head clear, Kronos decided to go take a bath in the Guardian pools and have some breakfast. As he was about to leave his room, he heard like a faint voice calling to him. He turned around to see who it was but noone in the room was there. "What's happening to me..." He told him self leaving his room and walking down the hall to the Guardian pools. After a good breakfast and a nice bath, Kronos felt regenerated and ready for a long day of searching. His first task was to go and see Elminster and talk with him about the scrolls of rememberance. He knew that those scrolls were the records of all the past members and the current ones. He maybe could find some information about his own past before his coming to the Clan. As Kronos approached Elminster's chambers he knocked 3 times and waited for a responce. None came. He knocked again and waited, still none came. He then remembered that Elminster had left for a couple of days to help some sick people in the northern parts of Faerun. Kronos was about to walk back to his own chambers when a sudden flash of pain and blinding light flooded his mind. It was a kind of pain that can't be described with words but only with the feeling of it. It lasted only seconds, but in his mind it felt like hours. Kronos woke up again but this time he wasn't in his room. He could feel something cold under his body. As he looked around he realized that he was in the Guardians healing room. He was lying on the Marble table. Sitting on a chair next to the door was Dieppe, he had fallen asleep. A wet cloth had been placed on his forehead. As he removed it, Dieppe suddenly woke up. "Ahh Kronos your finaly awake." said Dieppe. And as he said those words, Taryn entered the room. "Sleep well?" said Taryn. Kronos was still confused on what he was doing in the Healing room, but he thought that he would have enough time to ask questions on how he got there.

Searching

It was a cloudless night and the stars could be clearly seen with all the different constellations. The Moon was shining all around and many shadows could be seen being casted by the different trees. A cold breeze could be felt, winter was coming and all the trees had already lost their leaves. Most birds had flown south and mostly the sound of crows could be heard during the day and night. Kronos was meditating on the balcony of his chambers when someone knocked on his door, it was Dieppe. He entered the room in silence, placed a package he held under his arm on the oak table that was in the middle of Kronos' room. As he turned around to leave he almost toppled one of Kronos' glass vials that was placed on the shelf close to his door. Two hours after Dieppe had entered Kronos' room, Kronos came out of his meditating. As he looked around he felt a slight disorientation but quickly regained it. He looked on the table and he saw a long wooden box almost as long as he was tall. Sitting on the side of the box was a note written on a parchement. He unrolled the parchement and it read: "To my only son, I leave my most praised possession." Kronos read the parchement again and again trying to understand what it ment. He could not understand the meaning because of his past wich he couldn't remember. He had never known his parents or anyone else before the Crimson Guardians. He turned the parchement and looked for something that would lead him to who wrote this message. All he found was a crest pressed in candle wax. Kronos stumbled back and pulled a chair out and sat. He sat there looking at the wodden box with the parchement in one hand and the crest in the other. He was in deep denial. The only family he had ever know was the Crimson Guardians. But now that he's recieved this package he is unsure...

Altared beginning 6

"Should never have left her alone", the witch muttered to herself, as she passed through the waterfall. They had spoken briefly as Seline had woken, after first discovering this altar. The young wizard remembered nothing of her actions, yet was troubled by another dream while she worked furiously below. A strange woman, some sort of ceremony. 'Why me?' 'What is it?" Seline lay frightened on the bed asking questions neither of us could answer. Danthor had run off looking for his own explanations, and I needed my own. "One for me, one for you and one for eternity" she mumbled repeatedly as she sank back to sleep. Tracings I needed tracings of this thing, its peculiar symbols, that's why I'd left her in the first place. There was more to the altar now, the little pockmarks across its surface was filled with gems, the results of my leaving Seline alone. She'd come back and activated this altar, a bright ring of light now visible in one corner. The lightning bolts and daggers, 3 of each I copied, the rest having to draw myself, not one of my better skills. Danthor and Seline sat together in the healing chamber as I returned, Seline still visibly shaken from her ordeal and desperately in need of proper sleep. "Stay with her Danthor, she needs rest." I asked him quietly, "I have a meeting to attend, we shall know more soon."

The Watcher

Someone is watching over me; I can feel it. This unseen ghostie follows me around sometimes... He is not always there except when I am in danger. He is not my savior from fate, he only observes silently. My earliest memories of him were of the shadow puppets that amused me within the baby creche of my Strife protector while he engaged in battle. The sounds of clashing blades a violent lullaby amidst the screams of the fallen. He was there when I fell drained of my life, a cool hand upon my brow bidding me to sleep to escape the pain. I could not speak in my delerium but only whisper of the horrors I saw in the square. A massacre too horrible to put onto paper. Poor innocent moppets, headless in the square, 1 head, 2 heads, 3 heads, 4 heads, 5 heads, 6 heads... The dark lady could not cleanse the place of evil with fire nor secrecy. He knows, he showed me and though their bodies are but dust, the earth knows and will not forget.

The Apostles of the Crypt

The black clouds slowly covered the sky as the sun set to the west of town, blanketing the sky in darkness, Maya Do'Urden recived a message, the same that Azarot and Burnx would be recieving this night. Bowing her head low Maya grins to herself, and draws the hood of her cloak low over her face and flits through the shadows as the suns rays vanish. Maya walks through the back alleys of town, darting here and there, and then stops near the deserted end of town, A few undead walk toward her, realising she is as them, Vanish back into the night. At this point two other men arrive into the shaddowed alley way, and approach Maya together the three of them step into the darkness and through a well hidden door. The three now stood in a cold and dark room, turning to each other they stand quiet a moment, observing each other soon Azarot breaks the silence "So we are to guide the Apostles now.... To restore to fix, to birth those who call the crypt home ?" He looks to the other two smiling slightly, Maya grins sickly to herself a moment "I guess that is to be so, Survival of the fittest from this point on.. " Maya snickers to herself caught up on her own private joke. The others look to Maya curiously a moment and shrug slightly, The three nod to themselves, and again look to each other, "Now I belive it is time to welcome our family home? Burnx asks before bowing low and Vanishing from sight. Maya turns to Azarot and curtseys lightly, as she watches Azarot depart, Maya walks to the doorway and whispers to herself "It begins... " and vanishes into the shadows. 

Altared Beginning 4

As Danthor walked back through the streets of Westbridge, he looked around, absorbing all the sights and smells of the bustling tradetown. His hand strayed down to his waist, where a gempouch was firmly tied to his belt. He turned east at Market Square and followed the all-too-familiar route back to the Isle of Mystra's Dance. Once there, he sought out Seline, thinking to share his finds with her, and ask her opinion on some aspects of their new finding. "Seline," Danthor greeted his friend and colleague. "I've got some things for you." Seline watched intently as Danthor disentangled the gempouch from his belt and poured its contents out before her. Seline swiped the gems up in one hand and dumped them back into the pouch, tucking them away somewhere on her person. Danthor smiled, shrugged, assumed that Seline had a use for them, or just liked treasure, and made his way off to his study. A short while later, Danthor returned to the infirmary to check on Seline. He found her dreaming, tossing furiously in her sleep, muttering strange words. Deciding to let her sleep her supposed fever off (she seemed to be suffering from no physical ailments), Danthor made his way back down to the altar, deep beneath their place of residence. As he rounded the final corner in the tunnel leading down to the lake, Danthor noticed a strange, soft, glowing light emanating from the area around the waterfall. Danthor increased his pace, hustling furiously toward the altar.. And what is THIS?!" A circle of white light{s flickered and beamed forth from the previously empty corner on the top of the altar, and where there were once pockmarks lay the nine most rare of the gems he had given to Seline. "It seems this thing has been activated by Seline.. at least in some manner. This must not be allowed to continue until its purpose is made clear. But, the mystery of this thing is killing me. I must know its purpose .. I must know how our Church can use it to our advantage, if there is one. I thirst for this knowledge more than any other. 'Tis a great mystery, this .. and I intend to solve it."