Adrecias eyebrow shot up at the ending of the passage. Lacking any amusement, she slammed the book shut, its eerily euphonic melody echoing across the sky. What nonsense. She shook her head to clear the thoughts of the TeirDal prose. I cannot blame them, however their life is based on shadows and darkness. She sighed to herself wistfully as her eyes danced along with the twinkling of the stars. While the prose was depressing, the waltzing lights of the sky made up for it. Adrecia smiled softly to herself. The lakeside is indeed beautiful at night. Brushing off her whitened robes, she lowered herself by the lake, beaming brightly. Thank you, Quellious, for blessing me with these simple pleasures of life.
Slowly making his way through the crowded street, Za'Yth stops, and swings around. But amidst the faceless mass of people, the unknown announcer is impossible to discern.
Disregarding it with the shrug, he continues walking.
GO BATMAN!
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"Yeah. We all know a mercenary needs a bit of fame if he wants some cash, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity," replied the half-elf, leaning against the tavern wall, his head down.
Suddenly, the half-elf raised his head to ask the large man, "Hey, Koric... How about you? You gonna fight?"
"I... think I'll sit this one out, Ruvyen. Besides, I'm not in this for the money, or the battle, remember."
"Ah, alright. Chicken out if ya want. Just don't start cryin' when I get all the ladies. Say, Ruien... Ruien?"
Ruvyen looked over to where the smaller half-elf was. Great, having an ale race with Khazmon. Hadn't he learned he can't win against a Dwarf?
Addy...first of all, no I am not here to hurt you. I know that you and I both...we are on opposing sides in this war. I just...wanted to come and speak with you now, before war does break out. I am sure you know me well enough, you are one of those that I have considered a friend for a long time. You should know more than any other my disdain for war, my hatred for battle over petty things. Sadly, during many wars, there is no neutrality...no shades of gray, no shadows. How I do wish that I could sit in the shadows as I normally would.
Fal sighs as she sits down by the lake, slipping off her shoes, dangling her feet in the clear water...
Suddenly, an orc riding a large tiger runs at Tegadil, yelling "I killed your parents, and now I have come for you!". Confused, he returns "But my mother is a gypsy, and my father drowned in the moat of Felwithe!". The orc looks a tad bit bewildered, but keeps coming. Using his amazing tracking skills, Tegadil flees for the Warrens. Passing the lake, he notices 5 various jungle creatures swimming out towards the center. He stops, drawn in by the sight.
After a minute of waiting, Tegadil wakes up from his mysterious blackout in the elevator of paineel...except it was above him. A few moments later, he found a crunching feeling to be quite enjoyable.
A minute later, he was back in the shaft, but on the elevator this time. As he stepped out, the local skeleton pointed and began to cackle as skeletons do. He was tempted to attack, but the lack of weapons stayed his hand.
He wandered into the local bank, only to find his friend, Hykkun. Hykkun greeted Teg's arrival with the rabid squeeking of a rubber ball. After a quick punting of the druid, Tegadil found himself in the forested area of the Dreadlands.
"Angst."
1 is for 1337 spelling skillz! [ 10-06-2002: Message edited by: Tegadil ]
Looking at his black-bound spellbook and dark robes, MorbId considered his options. He thought his mastery of dark magicks and necromancy to be quite sufficient. Eternally curious, MorbId was starting to find further study in this area tedious. No, he needed a break. Also, the forces of Drysart seemed to have exponentially shinier armor.
After stealing several sets of sheets from the Keep's linens closet, MorbId had managed to sew together a passable white robe. He returned to the edge of the keep, and lept off the wall, flailing his arms wildly. The cloth robes slowed his descent ever-so-slightly...
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I hate life, sometimes. The way it brings two friends face-to-face in a bloodthirsty tournament, where the spoils are your own death, delivered to you in a languid torment.
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Are we ready? he thought to himself. Are we ready to face on the field of battle an army composed mostly of friends? It must be done, there was no question as to that. We are ready, he concluded, because it is the time to be ready. [ 10-06-2002: Message edited by: Archon ]
Ahh, me's favorite rat has come back!
He snatches up a gaunt, black rat emerging from the darkness. The rat squeals and struggles to break free, biting into the tough skin of the ogre.
Me thinkses you'se hungry too eh little mousey? Well, I's da bigga guy, so I's gets to eets first...
The sound of soft crunching is heard by the sentries standing on the battlements, along with the occaisional belch.
The madness was thick in her. She felt it well up under her veins, a thick stream, black and deep, housing stars like little fishes. It sloshed and pooled, threatened lustily to overrun their banks, settled back into complacent flowing. Her blood was held captive. Her soul was unimportant. Here were the thick rivers of reality, the world melting like wax beneath her fingers. Here was the reason she was alive.
The feel of that control running through her like a high...
The sensation of reality moving through her...
The feel, the sense of her hand pressing against the grassy ground...
... and the ground buckling beneath her...
driving the madness to throb like rivers. Like magic. As it belonged.
Preparations.
After all, that was what it was. That was what the forest existed for, that was what this moment existed for. To prepare for that fight. The real unleashing. For when the river, calm enough to throb underneath her skin would burst and flood and drain through the cracks in her veins and flood the world with magic...
After all. Such destruction is a good thing. A needed thing.
When you're on the right side.
Lyinar Ka`Bael, Piney Fresh Druidess - Luclin
ooc:
Me too, it's been YEARS since this has happened. I missed it. *gets misty*
*The nether energy of the void intermingled with the negative flame that made up Chthon's body and soul. A body that he didn't need...but found useful for inflicting all kinds of damage...in many interesting varieties. As always...the link to Dead Side was there...a gnawing in the fabric of space/time. Should the need arise, he could pull the denizens of that realm through to here, merge them with his own body if he desired. Memories...mainly Azrael's, though millions more of past lives forgotten ran through his head. These were what gave him strength. Memories of pain, rage, betrayal, loneliness, and hate. Yes...hate was the most powerful of the emotions that made up his energy. He would use that hate as a weapon, in the form of ebony fire to consume all that would stand against him...on either side.*
You try to forget
Like sharp stabbing pains
The memory lives
Heh heh...
*tosses a couple of personally made chocolate muffins over the ledge and delights as they land neatly on the heads of the aforementioned duo below*
What the?
Fal looks up and around, as she gets closer to Addy, whispering now as to make sure not to be heard.
Addy. it is quite possible that we will have to fight each other. There is no rule that is saying we must kill each other if we meet though. You and I...we need to come up with a plan now, just incase that happens. I wouldn't ever want to have to hurt one of my best friends...
quote:
Lazzay wrote this then went back to looking for porn:
I'm a box!
Lazzy wins!
No good will come of this...but it's inevitable, now. I only hope I'm doing the right thing...
quote:
Khyron wrote, obviously thinking too hard:
Lazzy wins!
Hey! You broke tah congo line!
*dances through the keep!*
Indeed which is the reason why I chose my old path of healing for this war. I pray itll help me evade any unnecessary battles to fight. We might meet up, aye, but I promise you Ill never raise my staff against you.
Adrecia smiled kindly at her dear friend.
I suppose I could beg you to join my side, but youve settled in already. I respect that. But how could we form up a plan without breaking our sides codes? I dont know if itd work
As for changing sides...yes, I already have settled in. What it is that draws me to the side I chose, why I did so...I don't know, to be honest with you. SOMETHING draws me, though, and I am sure there is a reason for it.
She then thinks again in regards to how they can avoid harming each other if it comes to that in the war...
Well, there is always the chance that during battle, if we run across each other, that one takes the other as a prisoner of war -- that would succeed in the prevention of hostilities between us. Though I am sure the captured oone would need to put up a good show. Would there be any other ways that you can think of?
"Who is she talking to?", Za mumbled to himself. Quietly, he made his way up to the lake clearing, settling in behind a tree to listen.
True, I would feel the same. I am simly trying to put some ideas on the table here.
We COULD try to exchange friendly words and move on, but in doing that, we may arouse suspicion of both sides, and that could be bad for the both of us.
With a quick smirk, he continues, "You're both mages. It shouldn't be too hard to stage something which looks like a fight, but is not."
Lowering her head, Adrecia switches her focus to the tranquil lake. Quellious, why the hardships in life? Why must you drown me in an endless sea of conflicts and challenges? Have I not devoted my life to you is this what I get in return? She appears to be deep in thought. The upcoming war with its bloodied bastard sword, ready to brutally murder even the strongest of friends.
"You're both mages. It shouldn't be too hard to stage something which looks like a fight, but is not."
Her concentration shattered at the new arrivals voice.
ZaYth. Perhaps, but Im focusing on a new art for this war.
First of all...keep it down, if you will. we don't need anyone to find us out here.
Secondly...yes, we could do that. but then...what happens to the two of us? We could stage what seems to be a fight, but how would we, for one, explain how the other died, but is still around?
"I am aware of that Adrecia, but you do not need true illusions. Sparkles, smoke. A cloud of smoke to cover the air, and one person slips away? You don't have to fake a death, only a clash. And a clash sometimes ends in retreat."
That is always a possibility...
She then turns to Adrecia...
As I said earlier, war is a nasty nasty beast. It turns those that were once friends against each other, and can make the bitterest of enemies become friends. There HAS to be a better solution, something neither you or I have thought of yet...
That is true, Za. But...it was not done with intentions of being on a different side than my friends, but I felt compelled to join the side I did by a force greater than me, if you will...
