An RP in the World of Avernum *Reloaded*
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written Tuesday, April 18 2006 15:44
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Northern Coast of Vantanas. Scarmiglione is waiting patiently during the red night while Satsujin stares blankly into a rocky expanse before him. Scarmiglione turns towards Satsujin and says, "So, this sky is a hidden message..." "Oh?" "Yes, I know. I can read your language, as you may or may not realize." "Then you know my plan." "It's not that complex... But it is vicious. Dismantle the Empire, summon an army that the disunited world cannot hope to beat..." "Ah, but I didn't dismantle the Empire. If I could do that retroactively, I'd have wiped it off the face of the planet the moment I had you transformed." "Then why didn't you?" "Because there were archmages watching my back. I already risked being found out as a traitor for sending you there in the first place." "So you didn't cause the rebellion?" "I didn't say that. For instance, how could all people across the globe rebel at one time? Certainly, it required a certain amount of organization. And sabotaging the power structure of the Empire's magi was no small feat either." Then suddenly, five red portals open. Then ten. Then fifty. Out of them stumble bands of tiger-humanoids, some wearing silk robes (usually either black or red) and others wearing full suits of armor. All of them seem disgruntled and shiftless. The tigers all begin assembling into one large, squabbling mass. Murmurs begin to create a loud buzz. Some of the beings begin to quarrel with one another. Frustrated, Satsujin raises his hands up into the sky and a gigantic pillar of flame rises from them, lighting the entire area. All of the tiger-humanoids turn towards Satsujin and many begin to kneel down to him. Scarmiglione slowly begins walking towards Satsujin. "Fellow Rakshasi! I am Satsukin, your new leader. The Red Star has left us, and yet I-- NO!" Satsujin heard the heaving of Scarmiglione lifting his scythe into the air, but had no time to avoid his lightning-quick swoop. With a burst of flame, Satsujin's head flew backwards while his body writhed about on the ground until Scarmiglione sent the tip of his scythe through it. And with that, one of the primary leaders of the revolution died, his secrets dying with him. The Rakshasi were infuriated, but many were frightened. Then Scarmiglione stood atop Satsujin's bleeding corpse and began shouting to the Rakshasi in their own tongue, surprising them. "Satsujin is dead. I am he who brought the red star into the sky. I am the Beacon to whom all of you journeyed. I am the leader of you now!" At that moment, the red star whirled out of existence and came back into the giant, spiked red ruby sitting in Scarmiglione's hand. The Rakshasi all bowed down to Scarmiglione. Scarmiglione set down the ruby, raised his scythes, and summoned forth intense, red flames all over his body. "Take your giant, red portals and move across the planet! How many of you are there?" The Rakshasi turned back into their small groups and began a head-count. Within a minute, they had added together their entire number. 2,784, to be precise. "Very well! Two hundred and fifty of you, you will remain here on Vantanas. One thousand of you will go to Pralgad; the same number will go to Valorim. The remnants of you will go to Aizo. Understood?" The Rakshasi all bowed their heads, shouted, raised fists or indicated some form of acceptance. Then, a powerful-looking Rakshasa stepped out of the ranks. "Who are you?" "It is good to see you again, my lord." "Er... Yes, but do I know you?" "Hmm... I suspect you have done many things in the intervening millenium since we last met." "You... I remember you! You are..." "Yes. I am the reason that the ruby you used, my lord, exists." "Doctor..." "Yes. Strange that you wouldn't remember me, but I would like to assist you in your endeavor by staying here and helping you coordinate our troop locations." "Ahh! Then I accept your obedience." "Very well... Then, you fiends! Go forth, and wreak havoc on the inferior nations. Dominate them and bring their leaders' heads to our leader, the Red Star!" "Well..." thought the Doctor. "If this so-called 'Master' were actually the true leader he claims to be, he would not fail to recognize his mentor, regardless of the situation. This means that I have nothing to fear from him. He appears to be more powerful than I am, but if I play my cards correctly, he may end up no more than a nuisance." The Rakshasi began constructing larger portals. On the various continents, they stayed secret from humanity and began constructing staging grounds using their advanced magics and inspired manpower. -------------------- * Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, April 19 2006 18:59
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Lartaynior was sitting in the common room of the inn in Almaria. From time to time, he liked to pretend he was a commoner and get a feel for the general opinions of the populace. Today, the feeling was agitation. Merchants wanted out of the city to sell in therefugee encampment across the river, but no one was being allowed across the bridge. I wish I could make them understand how necessary this is. No matter how many times he had explained his reasons for sealing off the city, the people just didn't understand. Thomys had sworn that the evil presence was still east of the river, but he did say that he had had no more premonitions. "Give me another mushroom merlot," he said to the barkeep. He downed the concoction and got up to leave. As he was leaving, a man in a dark robe approached him. "I have a proposition for you," he said in a sibilant voice. "Who are you?" "A friend." "Fine. Say what you've come to say." "Not here. Too many ears. Follow me." "Alright." Giving a meaningful look to his disguised guardsmen, he followed the man out of the inn. They walked into an alleyway, his guards discretely following. "What is it you came to say?" "Roban of Dharmon says hello." "What?" That was the last word he ever uttered. A wire noose slipped around his neck from behind. He had never seen the hidden man, and now he never would. His guards rushed up and dispatched the two, but it was too late. The nominal king of Avernum was lying on the ground, his lifeblood pumping out of his throat. ------- OoC: I'm not leaving the RP. I'm just shaking things up. -------------------- "You're drinking liquor because you're thirsty? How nasty is your freaking water?" —Lazarus Spiderweb Chat Room Avernum RP • Summaries • OoC • Roster Shadow Vale - My site, home of the Spiderweb Chat Database, BoA Scenario Database, & the A1 Quest List, among other things. Posts: 1556 | Registered: Sunday, November 20 2005 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, April 19 2006 20:23
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Angel's Rest. The townsfolk were going about their business as usual, when suddenly a merchant convoy came racing into town with a bloodied and dying soldier lying on a bale of hey. The townsfolk quickly began gathering around the flustered merchants, and the commotion drew out the Captain of the Guard, who was quick to summon the aid of a cleric and to bring the soldier back into his office. This soldier belonged to a patrol of twenty-five armed men. This was no small news, since no other faction had dared trifle with Dominion soldiers yet. "Ngh... C... Captain?" "Relax, soldier. What happened? Who hit you?" "I... I don't even know." "What do you mean? Did they wave to bann--" "They weren't... human." "Not hum--" "Cats. The spells..." "Kitties? Spells? You're not making sense. Are you talking about nephilim?" "I told you... Unbelievable. They walked on two legs... Both of them. But kitties aren't that strong..." "Both? You mean, there were only two?" "Surprise attack. We were smothered in fire, and then another one lept out of the grass with a full plate mail. We were ripped apart. I survived by running... Forgive me, sir." "You should have not ran. And yet, this news is disturbing..." The captain leaned back in his chair contemplating that which he had no way to react to. A nephilim rebelion? But if so, how could two nephils kill twenty-five armed, strong men, even if one of the two was a shaman? What motive did a wounded soldier have for lying? "Captain Erhart! Get out here NOW!" Erhart lept out of his chair and raced outside. What he saw were all of his soldiers gathering to the north side of the city. What he saw in the distance was a small force moving towards Angel's Rest-- small in terms of expeditionary armies, that is. The force numbered 50 strong. And the more he stared, the more he realized that these men were abnormally tall, well-armed... And covered with thick coats of fur. Erhart's men weren't outnumbered, but if Pvt. Colgate's statements were correct, then they were also outgunned. "Men! Assemble ramparts out of crates for our archers to shoot from! Someone find all of the doctors or clerics that are in this city. Everyone who can carry a weapon, get to the front of the city. Women and children should run south immediately! Go now!" The civilians began to flee as peasants took up whatever implements they could manage. The archers readied their longbows and crossbows. But still, the defenders were not particularly concerned over their situation. Nephils never scared the Empire, even ones with magi and plate mail. And then, the feline forces stood still outside of Angel's Rest's firing range for a solid ten minutes. Erhart and his men were getting impatient. Then, they began to hear a cacophany of screaming and wailing from the south, drawing ever closer. The army saw a force of similar size marching on the city from the south, forcing the women and children to have evacuated before back into the city. The soldiers stood paralyzed with their wives and children facing axes and swords. Then, a heavily-armored feline stepped out from amongst the ranks. He began to speak in a stilted, awkward and archaic dialect: "Trembling, you whom be mortals, for I am have became Bane of the Army of the Trueness of Rakshasi!" The army was put into a weird space by the bizarre manner of speaking that 'Bane' had. That, and none of them had ever heard of 'Rakshasi,' nevermnd what the trueness of one might be. Then, Bane grabbed a woman standing at the front of the crowd by her bosom and threw her to the ground, causing her to scream in pain. Before she had the time to get up, Bane produced a gigantic pike axe from his back and sliced the woman in half down her spine, causing her innards to spill out of her cleanly dissected cadaver. Almost as if on cue, the other rakshasi began cutting down the women and children of Angel's Rest as they attempted to flee. "AHHH! You guys, to the north!!" One of the soldiers had noticed that the rakshasi to the north had already begun a frontal charge on their ranks. Then, the magi on both sides prepared fireballs and threw them at the defenders, engulfing the force in a gigantic conflagration. Captain Erhart woke up tied to a log in the ground, facing Bane in person. "You are the troops of leading in this city, is it that you aren't?" "I am... I am the captain of the guard, yes!" "You are who you are, captain, send a message to whatever weak man leads your dead people!" "What?" "You are telling him, the man of weaker, who leads you, that you have to lost!" "...we... lost. Yes." "Horse!" "Oh?" "Horse oh! It is good of riding." "Good for riding." "Good of riding of you. Go and tell of death! You are weaker man of city and going to weaker man of very cities make you bigger words!" "...what?" Then, one of the magi said something to Bane in a foreign tongue and the brute walked away. "Captain. Bane is an intelligent tactician, but no linguist." "You speak Imperial!" "Unfortunately. Well enough to speak with you. You will take a message to the leader of your people." "..." "Tell him that this city has been utterly and completely destroyed. We have killed everyone here but you and will do worse. Tell your leader this. We will want things from your people. Tell your leader this too." "We are the Dominion of the--" "I do not care. We Rakshasi do not care. We care about any magic your people have. We will take what we want." "We will ne--" "If your people do not give us things then we will kill everyone in your land." "..." "Everyone. Women, children, old men, old women, men. Everyone will die." "..." "You like mages in your land. You will be the first to fall to us. We are not hurt by your magics." "What--" "We absorb all magics. It is our power that makes your people impossible with resisting us." "..." "Tell him. Your leader. Here is a horse we did not kill. Take it. Go." The rakshasi cut Erhart's ropes. Erhart jumped on the horse and gallopped south to deliver an ill omen to Demetrius. -------------------- * Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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written Thursday, April 20 2006 04:56
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General Cyril had camped his forces at the juncture between Angel's Rest and Aminro. His scouts had returned the day before with news that the way to Aminro was clear, yet they hadn't marched yet. The red star had appeared in the sky that night, and all the men were skittish. Cyril had decided to camp there until it was decided what the lurid skys might mean. Now it seemed that he might have been to cautious. His men could see the town of Angel's rest burning, and if Cyril wasn't careful his forces would be caught in the open by whoever had done this. "General, we can not remain here. We must either march on Aminro as planned, or return to the safety of the walls of Sharimik." He stood deliberating. At last he made a reluctant decision, "We will carry out the original plan, we must take Aminro in the name of the Enlightened Anama. The Archbishop entrusted me with this duty, I will not back down should the sky fall around me." ----------- OoC-Valorim looks to be a hotspot, guess I gotta actually participate now :) -------------------- Guaranteed to blow your mind. Frostbite: Get It While It's...... Hot? Posts: 900 | Registered: Monday, August 8 2005 07:00 |
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written Thursday, April 20 2006 05:27
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OOC: Sorry about delay - not had the time to be online long enough to post lately... IC: Fort Emergence Samuels sat in the main dining hall, supping the last bit of ale from his tankard. The attack on Fort Emergence had gone well, but now, now he was worried about the lack of any forces to protect him the surface. Even thogh he didn't have to put up with surface-scum in the caves now, he was wide open to attack, and he wasn't sure he liked it. As well as this, he'd heard nothing from Morgain for a long time, and he was worried. If the Abyss was hostile, he'd lost out on a large chunk of potential allies, as well as wasted the life of his most trusted advisor. He called for more beer, and planned his next move - he'd been silent for far too long, and despite the work he'd done during the last week or so, it was now time to be more socially proactive... ---------- Erika's Tower Now that the APL had secured all of Upper Avernum, save for one or two useless passages to the west, Samuels had ordered some research to take place at Erika's old tower . Despite the disrepair of the place, the area was still heavy with magical residue, and they magi here had unearthed a few tomes - all useless so far, of course. The tomes found in Ghikra had now been deciphered, and found to be plans for some kind of magical cannon. Samuels had been cheered greatly by the news, and had ordered a group of 20 magi to work on constructing one. It was hard work. The leader of the magi at the tower was sitting in his office near the experiment hall, when a sharp knock at the door broke his silence. "Enter!" A short, plump young woman entered the room, and spoke quietly. "We've, er... We've constructed the housing for the cannon sir. All we need now is one of the crystals to be charged and we're ready for testing." ------------- Somewhere in the Honeycomb Morgain was down to her last energy potion. She could probably only afford to cast one or two more Manna spells before she was empty. And she was still lost. Wearily, she marched on, alone. The small group that had escorted her had been picked off by Chitrachs miles back. Sighing, she heaved herself against a wall, resigned to the fact that she would probably die here. She closed her eyes, exhausted from her fruitless journey. If I should die, please, please, let it be swift... ----------- Portal Fortress A small force of around 40 archers were lining up to go down into Avernum, throught the portal. Slowly, they gathered their things and filed through, beginning their journey to Torfen... -------------------- And when you want to Live How do you start? Where do you go? Who do you need to know? *Name by Slarty, so blame him if it's filthy... Posts: 2864 | Registered: Monday, September 8 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, April 20 2006 13:17
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A group of barely armored warriors was approaching Redmark College. A horseman bearing Dominion armor on a horse sprinting as if the devil was after him. In all truth, it pretty much was. The leader of the rebels stopped the horseman and asked him what he was doing. "Tiger human things! Angel's Rest gone! Immune to magic! Warn Demetrius... get out of my way!" The horseman said. "Tell them that the city of Golddale will destroy the foe. Also magic that doesn't effect them directly will help. Summoning beasts, levitating boulders, that sort of thing. GO!" The rebel leader said. OOC: Dintiradan, your in charge of how the rebel army does in the assault. They are armed with slith weaponry and have some basic armor. -------------------- Constitutional monarchies are the in monarchies. Posts: 1186 | Registered: Friday, June 18 2004 07:00 |
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written Thursday, April 20 2006 22:13
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-------------- Every problem has its source. But sources can have sources. And therein lies the problem. - Teachings of the Order -------------- Sister Quartz looked up into the night sky, and nearly fell over The Muse's starboard railing. She bolted off to the messenger pigeon room, and scrawled a quick message, hurling the laden pigeon into the reddish night sky. Look up. Awaiting orders. - Quartz -------------- Brother Yewbark could see the red sky through a window in King Accis's shack of a headquarters. He thought about leaping out and running back to The Winecask, but the armed guards around him made him reconsider. This will be interesting... -------------- Brother Clearwater gazed out at the mainland from the upper level of the Council Hall. The rainy season was set to begin soon, and huge, billowing clouds were gathering abouve the continent. And then he noticed something strange... The clouds were red. The first thing to enter Clearwater's mind was that a volcano had gone off somewhere deep in the mainland. The tides had been fiercer today than most days, with some unusually large waves doing mild damage to harbors. It kind of fit... It might be a good idea to check this out... he thought, strolling down to go find Brother Redscale. -------------- After speaking with Brother Redscale, it was decided. He would lead a group of guards and priests to go check out the area, see what the damage was. Somebody had to look out for the continent's interior. -------------------- Gamble with Gaea, and she eats your dice. I hate undead. I really, really, really, really hate undead. With a passion. Posts: 4130 | Registered: Friday, March 26 2004 08:00 |
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written Friday, April 21 2006 18:45
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(OOC: How large is your expeditionary force?) -------------------- * Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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written Friday, April 21 2006 21:41
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The army had stopped to rest. Mernal had asked some of the warriors to make a small fire, when that became redundant. A large red thing had appeared at the sky. Mernal pointed upwards, and calle for his advisors. These were some magi and a few of his finest warriors and spies. "Master Mernal, what do you think it is!?" "I don't know, my good warrior. However, do you remember that big strange book we took from the library of Moon? The one we couldn't open? bring it to me. Now." The spy left and quickly rturned ith a thick book. he handed it over to mernal, who tried to open it. It worked. Originally that had thought this book to contain some bolt of fire spell, which was guarded by some ancient magic. Now however, Mernal undernstood the star of the cover to be the red star that had appeared on the sky. The star dissappeared. the book closed. It closed befor mernal could even read what was inside. Angrily he tossed the book some meters off the camp. I hate it when such an inferior power as a book makes me inferior! -------------------- Play and rate my scenarios: Where the rivers meet View my upcoming scenario: The Nephil Search: Escape. Give us your drek! Posts: 3029 | Registered: Saturday, June 18 2005 07:00 |
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written Saturday, April 22 2006 10:55
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Fortress of Grah-Hoth (rebuilt). Wracking waves of anger spread over the complex. Kzar'rhd was finding it hard to concentrate on the task he had been given, his wights were becoming erratic. It was coming from the uppermost level, where the beginnings of a gigantic scrying pool was being created. They had already pinpointed the location it was meant to scry, the demonic planes. They had yet to scry through it properly, right now it was just a small pond of magically altered water that had a place to go but not able to sent anything through. The end result would be to allow it to affect all of the five senses pass into the Pit. Eventually a portal into and out of Hell. This cult was obviously either insane or had no idea what they were doing. Kzar'rhd had orders though. He was to aid them in their research. The fulfilment of Krahn's side of the agreement. It wouldn't be able to transport people for a year at least, but with the demons at the other end who knew what could happen. Given his wights' instability, he decided to go up to view what was happening himself. What he saw shocked him to say the least. Master Mrundh, Demons! Calm yourself, Kzar'rhd, what exactly is happening? The scrying pool. The location of it's counterpart in the lower planes has been taken over. A demon, powerful, though not a Grah-Hoth. It's angry. Raging about some ruby or other that was stolen from it. Attempt to make peace with it before it can find the other side of the pool. Find out what it is after and if possible ally yourself with them. The aid of the cultists would help, they have some practice with demonology. I will relay this to his grace, the lord Krahn. -------------------- ??? ?????? ???? ????? Posts: 883 | Registered: Wednesday, October 19 2005 07:00 |
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written Saturday, April 22 2006 12:43
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After defying all natural logic for a day and a night, the Red Star finally disappeared. Slowly the unrest in the southern cities of Libras and Storm Port subsided. For weeks afterwards the citizens still spoke of that day in hushed tones, but the outright panic had ended. For the residents of Redmark College, the panic had just begun. *** Demetrius rubbed his eyes as he struggled to pay attention to the book in front of him. It had been a long day, and it appeared that he would stay up until the early hours of the morning. Unfortunately, time was a luxury he no longer had. The news that Captain Erhart brought from the north was beyond disturbing. According to him, the city of Angel's Rest was completely overrun. When he described the beings that had assaulted his forces, a number of the more scholarly Archmagi had stiffened in shock. Rakshasi. It should have been impossible, yet it was horribly not. At this most critical juncture, when the Dominion had extended itself the most since it first took control of Libras and Storm Port, an army virtually immune to magic had appeared out of nowhere. Demetrius would have ordered his forces to retreat, if he had any left. He had to come to terms with the fact that North Karnold was lost, for the time being. In the grand scheme of things, it did not matter whether the people up north were enlightened now or later; Demetrius had just needed a buffer between himself and the Anama established. One small silver lining in this dark cloud was that the Rakshasi would serve as well as a buffer. Demetrius shook his head for a moment, then returned to studying the book. His thoughts had drifted again. After that chaotic Council meeting had adjourned, he had set a number of scholars to find all the information they could in the libraries they could on Rakshasi. Hopefully, between them and the group he had earlier set up to look for any reference to this Red Star, something useful would turn up. After taking care of that, he had locked himself up in one of the restricted libraries. These libraries were limited only to the Archmagi; the knowledge they contained was too dangerous to the common eye. Right now, he was in a room contained all the records of the high-ranking Empire wizards of centuries past. The book in front of him was in a state of disrepair, probably a combination of being centuries old and having being written on the crude parchment of Avernum. It detailed all the research that had happened in Angierach, before the downfall of the Garzahd Regency. It seems that one of the groups of researchers there was comprised of Rakshasi, and a section of the book was devoted to their findings, as well as their behaviour and beliefs. It was the latter that interested Demetrius. There was too much unexplained. Why would the tigers bother sending Erhart back in the first place? Were they so given to pride that they would warn their adversaries before attacking, or was their another reason? He was also trying to find out whether or not they had anything to do with portal research in Angierach. Demetrius suspected so. That Red Star and the Rakshasi had to be related, he didn't believe in coincidences. The Star had originated far from Valorim, probably over Vantanas, yet the Rakshasi had attacked here. In all likelihood, that meant portals, and that meant that they could be over all of Ermarian by now. Disturbing indeed. Yawning, he took a sip of water from the decanter next to him, and continued to read. Tomorrow would be even busier. He was going to send Erhart back up north with as many Dominion Guards as he could spare from the defense of the College. After warning the magi controlling the weather spell, they would split up and try to contact the Agents in the other cities of North Karnold. Hopefully, they could find what remained of Archmage Diego's force. Later on tomorrow, he was going to speak again with that researcher he had talked to the night he had received the news of the attack on Kriszan. It was time to build up the defenses of the College. *** Diego fingered the bandages covering his left eye as sat on the boulder, waiting for his scouts to return. An armed Rakshasi had made its way to him in the heat of the battle, and the moment of hesitation before he thought of blowing the tiger back with a gust of air had cost him his eye. Looking up, he saw a group of men approaching what remained of his Battlemagi. It seems that at least one group of scouts had made it back. The leader reigned his horse up next to Diego, saluted, then began. "Archmage, we followed the tigers' tracks up to the foothills. It seems that they are heading towards what the locals call Castle Troglo." Diego raised his eyebrows, then winced, immediately regretting it. "Seems, soldier?" The man looked ashamed for a moment. "It didn't... didn't seem prudent to follow them all the way to make sure, sir." Diego sighed and settled back on the rock. A fine lot they all were, not a brave man or woman among them. The only reason this small fraction of Battlemagi and Dominion Guards had survived that horrendous battle was because they had escaped, illusioned as Rakshasi, abandonning their fellow comrades to their fate. No, he was not proud of what he had done. But he would be damned if he let the tigers get away with this atrocity. *** It was odd. They had expected a Hunter force, or perhaps an attack by the Avernites. But the approach to Fort Emergence was uneventful. The men got off their horses and began to set up camp. A few passes away lay the entrance to the underworld. Thankfully, only one of the mirrors had broke on the swift journey west; tomorrow, the short-range scrying would begin. -------------------- Goldenking: I'm not too sure who in your latest post is saying what. I don't think Erhart would tell just any armed wandering band about the specifics of an attack, especially if the band was clearly not a Dominion force. Besides, I was saying far to much in this post to include a rebellion as well. Probably next post. [ Saturday, April 22, 2006 12:46: Message edited by: Dintiradan ] Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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Krizsan. No sooner had McCallister returned to his capital in glory - following his personal banner and that of the Enlightenment towering over the torn Hunter flag of surrender, flying upside-down - than the sky went black and the red star blazed. The supernatural portent was difficult to ignore. McCallister, already well-liked, had begun to take on an almost mystic figure among the people. His reforms proceeded in a dizzying flurry; most important to us at present was the formation of a mages' colony - to which all magic use was restricted and from which teaching was banned - on the Bigail shore. For when news of the Rakshasi came to McCallister, the first place he set out for was not the nascent library of Krizsan, but Montana Colony. While his mages were a little off-put by their seclusion from society, the provision of a place all their own was at least a somewhat mollifying gesture - and few harbored any outright resentment towards the Enlightenment's personable, dynamic leader. So it was without delay that he learned of the worst. ... Bolton. A guard leans up against a post in the western end of town. Something awful is going down up north, but Bolton - one of those towns that the chaos of imperial fragmentation seems to have forgotten - has largely been spared. A booming horn calls out from the outlying forest, and men emerge. ... Gidrik. Dozens of nervous guards patrol the gravel road leading out of the town. Everyone knows what is going on here; the news from Angel's Rest has spread to all areas under the Dominion's influence fairly quickly, and a lively terror has arisen in the region nearby. Between that and the sudden, inexplicable ceasing of Anama missionaries and raids out of Farport, Gidrik - although it faces no visible threat - bears the air of a city besieged. As morning dawns, hundreds of men march from the southern mists - some on foot, some on horseback. The city guard is thrown into a full-out panic, and cries of alarm echo out as the Dominion liasion works to coordinate the defenses. His initial suspicion - that they are facing some kind of Anama trick - proves horribly ill-founded. The army bears two identifiers: older armor and banners with torn or defaced Hunter devices, and one consistent device undefaced: a lidless eye staring from an equilateral triangle, from which rays extend in every direction. At once, the men realize the contradictory truths of the army's arrival: that it is a relief force and it is an invasion. And the commander of the guard, understanding perfectly how to resolve the issue, sends the liason to the Enlightenment lines. ... Golddale. The Dominion liason from Gidrik enters the city, carrying a letter. Eminencies of the Dominion - We must respectfully and humbly inform you that the Enlightenment has annexed all of Valorim beyond the Sedge and Sharimik Rivers. Your forces are, until further notice, unwelcome west of the Sedge River, and any who choose to inhabit the territories west of the same shall henceforth fall under the full legal jurisdiction of the Enlightenment. This will convey some advantages to the Dominion's apparent interests. The Enlightenment recognizes the right of mages to practice, so long as it does not serve a perverting influence on society; further, it is a staunch opponent of the expansion of the Anama faith by force. We are also informed by various sources that there has been a resurgence of a sort of ancient tiger-demon in Angel's Rest. While we must treat the lurid rumors of the beasts with the staunchest skepticism, we are prepared to fight these 'Rakshasi' tooth and nail. Should you wish to assist us in this endeavor, we would welcome the help; however, our mages have informed us that they have various exotic and unpleasant properties when exposed to magical energy. If your mages wish to assist in the effort, then, they would be wisest to consult with ours at the Montana Colony, where we have also assembled our martial officers. We understand that our actions have been heavy-handed, but dire times call for drastic action. We apologize for any inconvenience. In the name of the Enlightenment - DIRECTOR MCCALLISTER. [ Sunday, April 23, 2006 01:35: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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In the town of Angel's Rest, earlier that day, all was well. At least on the surface. For two people were locked in a struggle for life and death. A bandit wearing a black cloak ran down the alley. He was close to his prey now. He could practically smell it. He plowed straight into a group of pedestrians and paid no notice, not even falling. His prey was near. The prey ran in the streets before him, always a turn or so ahead. He spotted a stable and hurried toawrds it, figuring that he could steal a horse and get back to the Dominion before the bandit maniac behind him caught up. Who was he, anyway? Neither the predator nor the prey, what with the chase, noticed all the commotion at the front of the town. The Agent slammed open the stable doors, frightening the stable's owner. Barely giving him time to blink, he grabbed a horse and ran out the other door. Right into the face of a demon. Or at least somehting that looked like a demon. It was catlike, but stood on two legs. It had a long, reddish robe. It also had an axe. A very, very big axe. The Agent tried to dodge the blow, but the thing was too fast. It knocked him clean off the horse, severing several limbs and penetrating the heart. A quick kill. The Looter pursuer rounded the corner, wand out. He also saw the cat too late. It threw a bolt of force at him, pinning him against the wall. It drew it's axe lazily, as if it had all the time in the world. And it did. How could the target escape now? The Rakshasi advanced slowly, softly purring. Ahhh... carnage. He brought the axe down... ...and missed. The human had dodged! Impossible! The rakshasi threw a fireball but missed due to his anger. The human rolled behind him and drew his sword. He feinted, ducked, and then lunged, cutting off the Rakshasi's arm. A strange and unpleasant sensation flooded the Rakshasi's body. Pain. The Rakshasi had never known pain. He was used to being the master, the winner, the king. In a fierce rage born of frustration the cat clawed a deep gash in the human's chest, who stumbled and gasped. Ha! Let him feel pain! But the human foguht no longer. He turned and ran, bleeding. ----------------------------------- Drale mulled over the news. A bleeding, half-crazed man that Drale identified as one of his ten assassins had rode up towards them, shouted about demons attacking Angel's Rest, and then fainted from blood loss. This report was consistent with what many of his other informants had said. The demons, though there were only about fifty of them, were incredibly powerful. They smashed through the town guard without a single casualty, like it wasn't there at all. Drale sighed. The Dominion would doubtless try to pin it on the Anama, and the Anama on the Dominion. It would take a unified force to fight a force so strong. But first came defense. "Tell Lrell to double the guard on the mountains, and give them new wands." -------------------- But I don't want to ride the elevator. Posts: 420 | Registered: Sunday, January 8 2006 08:00 |
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It tok Mernal some time to understand the red star. It just didn't seem logical. how can a red star just appear, and then, after some time, disappear just like that? Mernal had consulted his magi, his priests, his spies, his highest ranking warriors, and even his archers. Nothing. Nobody knew what it could be. Eventually, drowned in confusion and anger, anger of not knowing what this sign was (it could be a sign of the Nephil god!), the army broke down the camp and started moving again. They had travelled for a day when they finaly reached Pralgrad. Now that they had past the mountains, Travelling would be quicker and easier, and so it was. After an other day they had reached the Jsoulza mountains. The lake at which gernas was supposed to be was big, and quite beautiful. Mernal looked closely, and scanned the other side of the lake to see if there was a sign of life. there was. Nephilim! -------------------- Play and rate my scenarios: Where the rivers meet View my upcoming scenario: The Nephil Search: Escape. Give us your drek! Posts: 3029 | Registered: Saturday, June 18 2005 07:00 |
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written Monday, April 24 2006 21:34
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Bump -------------------- ??? ?????? ???? ????? Posts: 883 | Registered: Wednesday, October 19 2005 07:00 |
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"Finally!" Demetrius smiled. His secret plan had finally come to fruitition. The fact that the Rashasi had decided to attack now just made him all the stronger. He had found the secret of the Red Star. The tigers were all connected to each other telepathically. Unfortunately for them, that link was the only thing about them susceptible to magic. In a couple of hours, his sorcerors would hack into that link, and the Dominion would have its own unstoppable army with which to take over the world! Bwuhahahahaha!!! EDIT: I need to remember this: next time I want immediate results, I'll just be annoying. :P -------------------- I am, of course, willing to edit this post out, provided that the players in this RP actually show some interest in it! If not, well, I am perfectly happy to win by default. [ Sunday, April 30, 2006 17:25: Message edited by: Dintiradan ] Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |
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written Saturday, April 29 2006 17:22
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Sorry. I've been busy lately. Expect another post in the near future. -------------------- * Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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quote:You're lecturing me about showing interest? You didn't even respond to my last post. >8E [ Saturday, April 29, 2006 18:03: Message edited by: The Worst Man Ever ] Posts: 794 | Registered: Tuesday, October 11 2005 07:00 |
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Hey, I posted. But we need Goldenking and Lazarus to post to go anywhere. -------------------- But I don't want to ride the elevator. Posts: 420 | Registered: Sunday, January 8 2006 08:00 |
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I'm stopping with the RP. Continue as if the FNF never existed. I can't find the time, nor the motivation to continue. Sorry, and may this story not die, as the concept was nice. -------------------- Play and rate my scenarios: Where the rivers meet View my upcoming scenario: The Nephil Search: Escape. Give us your drek! Posts: 3029 | Registered: Saturday, June 18 2005 07:00 |
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Well, I guess Sarachim isn't in on this. I guess the cult is mine. -------------------- Apparently some creature, called "Scarmiglione," stole a ruby with containing powerful magic from this demon, he calls himself Astar Haaki. We have convinced him that it was not us. He informed us that he expects us to aid him in recovering it. And if we say no? He says the alternative is destruction of those that bar his finding it. He has a veritable army in the nether planes waiting. We may be able to crush them, but it would put us at a setback. Some of us will be destroyed. See if you can find any leads in finding this ruby. -------------------- ??? ?????? ???? ????? Posts: 883 | Registered: Wednesday, October 19 2005 07:00 |
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Anmiro. Bane sat at the outskirts of the city, swinging a second axe with his surgically re-attached arm. He had fifty Rakshasi at his back, most of whom were warriors. The smell of oil was unpleasant, but it would prove to be quite advantageous, or so he was advised. But he was not concerned with magics, merely the movements of his troops. He sat one hundred yards outside of the city to the south, waiting for his other two branches of seventy-five men to surround the city on the other three sides, pinning it to the mountain. Then, when he found the position of his troopers to be sufficient, he gave the signal. One of his magi covered him and his fellows in a large conflagration, instantly setting all of them ablaze. With a hearty scream, their charge began. The guards in Anmiro had heard of the Rakshasic attack in Angel's Rest. When they saw flaming axe and sword wielding attackers charging at their city from all sides, they realized what they were dealing with immediately. After the battle, the rakshasic invaders reported to Bane an unusual stench of urine among the defenders. The warriors strode forth into the city, huring spells at the shamshod ramparts and surrounding any city guards attempting to scale the mountains. Then, the Rakshasi stationed the magi around the city while the warriors poured in from the gates. The armed defenders not wanting to be incinerated outside had formed a rag-tag defense, and their archers let arrows fly. Unfortunately, none of the arrows did any significant damage, and any wounds that the archers or warriors attempted to inflict were soon sealed up by the flames licking at them. Then, the warriors managed to drive a wedge at the city's south entrance, allowing Bane to enter. Standing at seven feet and six inches, he held a significant height advantage over the other fighters. Immediately after the entrance was a collection of apartments, which Bane casually approached, axe at the ready. Then, he unleashed the strength in his cocked arm, causing the apartments to fall like an anthill, crushing whatever insects were inside. There were the shrieks of women and children as those not yet slain began wondering how they were to escape. Then, Bane swung again, and all screams stopped. Next in the path of rubble were the barracks. Bane lifted up both of his axes and lept into the air, crushing the barracks with both of his axes descending swiftly onto the roof. The soldiers could not keep their concentration during the onslaught, hearing all of the innocent women, children and elderly being slaughtered. Slowly but surely, they began to make amateurish mistakes in their onslaught of compassion: turning their heads, tripping and falling, attempting to fight back the desire to weep. All of these things made the battle progress even quicker as the human defenders were slain down to a man, quite literally so. After the battle, Bane was quite pleased to hear that no survivors made it out of the city alive. "Good... Good! Now, we move south. We will drive a wedge through this continent." ---- (I only post things in this manner because there are currently NO FACTIONS on Aizo.) Meanwhile, scattered reports from Aizo indicated a similar situation: Rakshasic armies advancing deliberately, slaughtering all forces in their path. The human forces on the continent were steadily losing to the Rakshasi as they moved southward from the tip of the continent. The Rakshasi in Aizo have purged roughly a fifth of the continent, and show no signs of slowing down. ---- N. Vantanas. Scarmiglione is sitting on an outcropping overlooking a gigantic bonfire. Standing to his right is the "Doctor," monitoring all four of the portals. Then, ten Rakshasi teleport into being in front of Scar. "State your business, soldiers," said Scarmiglione, expecting nothing more than a typical reconnaissance report. "Sir! We regret to inform you that a demonic nexus is forming to the south of us!" "Oh?" "Demons," spat the Doctor. "They are of no threat to us. What brimstone can they hurl at us which we will not devour?" "Nevermind that," said Scarmiglione. "We must still take their threat seriously." "Very well, Red Star. But what do you propose?" "I propose that we immediately send a group of magi to seal off the nexus before its formation." "That sounds reasonable, Master." "Yes... Meanwhile. Has reconnaissance gathered any information about the current status of this so-called 'Order'?" "Red Star, sir, you will find that this Order of the Krell is quite well-established, unlike the current hodge-podge assortment of groups you have established for us on the other continents." "Blast it." "But, sir, you will be relieved to hear that they have never maintained a military presence that forms any threat to us. I propose that we leave them alone, as there is--" "Leave them alone?! Preposterous! To let them exist so close to this, the center of our power, is an insult!" "Sir?" "We will crush them. My only concern is of the Guild: Have we heard of their navy?" "The Guild's pirate fleet, as you have astutely suspected, is powerful. Furthermore, the Guild itself has been investing energy into protecting its holdings on the eastern side of this continent." "The east? Of THIS continent? And it still exists? Bah! We will smash it." "With what forces, sir? The Valorim campaign appears to be a fairly messy affair, and the Aizo campaign will be a very slow undertaking. Furthermore, the Pralgad campaign's losing troops would be equivalent to killing it in the cradle-- no, the womb! And as for the Vantanas campaign, you would want us to deal with a swarm of demons, a druidic order and the Guild at the same time?" "..." "Sir, you will have to prioritize. We cannot stre--" "Requisition troops from Pralgad." "Sir?" "The original plan for Pralgad..." "You mean, you wish to utilize those bastards? Sir, for one who speaks of pride so often as yourself..." "We will use those ones in getting our work on that continent done. Send word to Pralgad that the nature of the campaign has been changed." "A wise choice, sir." "As always, Doctor." The Doctor stepped back and began consulting with his more stealthy agents, currently acting as messangers, to begin coordinating the adjustments to the Rakshasic strategy. A lot of recon work was still necessary, as the Rakshasi currently only knew vague overviews of the potency of the varying factions. This state of affairs could not last for very long. -------------------- * Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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------------------ As the tree changes with the seasons, so must we change with the times. Those who cannot will perish at the first frost. - Teachings of the Order ------------------ Brother Clearwater stood at the gates of the Council Hall, welcoming the emissaries to another session. When all of them were inside, Clearwater paused outside of the doors for a moment, looking out at the city of Ivrel. Satisfaction, that's what it was. Clearwater knew how easily everything could've collapsed after the Empire did, and not a day went by when he didn't give thanks for their good fortune. Hopefully, this will last. Hopefully, Woodsmuir can be brought into the Order peacefully. Hopefully, the rest of Vantanas will be at peace. And hopefully, I can get some sleep for once. He went inside, closing the heavy oaken doors with a satisfying thud. ------------------ Sister Quartz, relieved of the night watch duty by Brother Elkhelm, retired to her quarters in the starboard side of The Muse. As she lay down on the sparse bunk that she had claimed, her mind wandered. The star had disappeared yesterday, but it still dominated her thoughts. What was it? What on earth could produce such a sight? Was it even real? Regardless, she knew that The Muse was within a day or two of hitting southern Valorim. They would land in the mountains east of Colchis, and set up some sort of base before exploring the surroundings. Hopefully, the star had nothing to do with the activity in Valorim. ------------------ Brother Yewbark sat at a rough pine table, on what looked like the top floor of the shack that "King" Accis called home. "So, any plans to untie me?" he asked of the guards who stood on either side of him. Before either guard stopped laughing, the one door into the room opened, revealing an frail-looking old man with a huge metal scepter. He smiled, the crooked kind of smile usually reserved for elders who tell bad jokes. "Greetings, comrade. I am King Accis. Welcome to the new Woodsmuir Spire." ------------------ Brother Redscale stepped carefully through the foliage around the north end of Vantanas. He had a hundred and fifty priests, warriors, and archers at his back, ready to defend the locals against... well, whatever bandits decided to take advanage of the volcano. Except something was wrong. If a volcano had actually exploded, they'd have run into some burnt jungle, or at least some smoke. Heck, lava flows wouldn't have surprised Redscale. But there was nothing. The jungle was eerily quiet, and everything appeared to be intact. Then, up out of the foliage loomed the ruin of a large building. Brother Redscale, as well as most of the others, instantly recognized it as an Order temple. It looked like it had been abandoned decades ago, though many of the walls were still intact. It was an easy decision. Redscale turned back to his charges. "We camp here tonight! Scouts, fan out and check the surroundings!" He didn't like the feeling of the jungle today. But at least this place was familiar. ------------------ Brother Wolfbane stepped lightly through the dense jungle. Not as concerned about the quiet of the foliage, he was content to finish his job and report back early. In fact, the sooner he could return to Krell, the better... he had a fiancee awaiting his return to Oakton. A recent initiate into the Order, he had leapt at this chance to prove himself worthy of his post. His thoughts somewhere else, it took him a moment to hear the footsteps out in front of him. When he did, he stopped dead in his tracks, holding his staff out and ready. He would gladly smite an attacker, without any qualms. Listening for a moment, it sounded like the sound's source was having some trouble negotiating the dense vegetation. He heard angry yells in a foreign tongue, probably curses. With a quiet word, Brother Wolfbane's staff glowed green, and the foliage in front of him parted slightly, enough to permit easy passage through the trees, but not enough to be easily seen. He came to a clifftop, overlooking a substantial chunk of jungle. And below, in a gap in the trees, he saw the source of the yells, and almost screamed. It was... a thing. A thing with blood-red robes, and a sinister feline face. This... thing... was no nephil, no nephar. Brother Wolfbane wasn't sure exactly what it was, but he could tell it was dangerous. Scared stiff for a moment, he accidentally kicked a small rock over the edge of the cliff, which fell into the trees with a rustle. The thing heard, and turned to look up at the cliff, right at the space where Brother Wolfbane was standing. He ran. He ran, too scared to scream. He ran, waving his staff behind him so that the foliage closed in on itself, shielding him from the thing's terrible, soulless eyes. He ran, the smell of burning foliage slowly falling behind him. ------------------ Brother Redscale sat with the terrified priest in a quiet corner of the abandoned temple, where a few trees had grown over the collapsed roof. Since he had come back, he hadn't uttered a single coherent word. "What did you see?" Redscale asked patiently, for what felt like the seventeenth time. "It... red... eyes!" Brother Wolfbane whimpered. "What did it look like?" "AIGH!" Wolfbane shrieked suddenly, clutching his head. Redscale, with a tired sigh, began chanting a spell of clarity, trying to focus the energy at the freaked-out scout. In a moment, Wolfbane was coherent again. "It was... like a nephil, but not. It... eyes..." he said, quickly reverting to whimpering. "What did it do?" the slith asked again, growing weary of this. "It... fire. Eyes!" Wolfbane said, and promptly collapsed in a heap, crying softly. Brother Redscale went back to the center of the abandoned temple, and grabbed a passing priest. "Make sure Wolfbane is cared for." As the priest walked away, Redscale took another look around the abandoned temple. By some miracle, the temple's scrying pool still had some limited function, though it appeared that it could no longer receive any sort of message from other pools. So at least they could send word to Ivrel if something failed. And then a stiff breeze filled the temple, with a fiery whorl of energy appearing beside the entrance. A... thing, perhaps an arm... extended out of the portal, followed by the rest of the demon. Before anyone could respond, it said something which utterly bewildered the Order members. "(untranslatable demonic curse)! No cats! Akrahd, no cats here!" ------------------ OoC: Okay, finally done. [ Saturday, December 09, 2006 11:26: Message edited by: Ephesos ] -------------------- Gamble with Gaea, and she eats your dice. I hate undead. 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Roband, the mayor of Dharmon smiled. The fool is finally dead. The Great Cave is now mine... er... ours. I can't forget that moron in Blosk. Roband had forged an alliance with Renlo, and the two had plotted the murder of Lartaynior. In actuality, Renlo had listened while Roband did the plotting. Unfortunately, things did not work quite as well as they had planned. Lartaynior was dead, sure enough, and some of his armyhad disbanded, but the core of the Knights were still together in Almaria, under the joint leadership of General Petyr and Thomys, Lartaynior's personal mage. Generals Janos and Ryman had pledged their allegiance to this new leadership. Only General Balon had refused to do so. A few days later, he had showed up outside Dharmon asking for permission to join the Dharmon-Blosk Alliance. This permission was immediately granted. OoC: So, here's the deal: My faction is now two factions: Name: Dharmon-Blosk Alliance (DBA) Leaders: Technically joint-leadership between Mayor Roband of Dharmon and Mayor Renlo of Blosk, but in reality, Roband pulls the strings. -------------------- Name: Knights of Old Avernum (KOA) Leaders: Joint-leadership (in truth) of General Petyr and Thomys the Mage -------------------- "You're drinking liquor because you're thirsty? How nasty is your freaking water?" —Lazarus Spiderweb Chat Room Avernum RP • Summaries • OoC • Roster Shadow Vale - My site, home of the Spiderweb Chat Database, BoA Scenario Database, & the A1 Quest List, among other things. Posts: 1556 | Registered: Sunday, November 20 2005 08:00 |
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Demetrius rubbed his forehead as he waited for the frail researcher to finish collecting his notes. The headache he had be cultivating the last few days had increased in pain almost instantly the moment he entered Abram's study. But, according to the pasty-skinned researcher, that was a good thing. It proved his experiments were working. "So you're saying you've found a feasible way to solve the problem?" he asked, as the balding man finally found the piece of parchment he was looking for. Abram blinked, then nodded. "The trick was not to rely on the mage. You see, when a wizard casts a spell to annul magic in his vicinity, he -" "He disrupts all magic in the area, including his initial spell, and magic is restored. Yes. I know. We talked about this yesterday, remember?" It was the reason why dispelling magic was relatively easy to accomplish, but creating an anti-magic field next to impossible. "Ah. Yes. Yesterday." Abram paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, then continued. "It was that which convinced me that a simple spell wasn't the answer. I turned to biology. You see, before I fled Avernum after the revolution, I studied the creatures of the deep caverns, especially the chitrachs. At one point, I had a number of live null bugs in the Tower Colony. One of the studies I performed on them was testing to see what part of them contributed to their anti-magic field." He pointed a knobbly finger towards his chest. "It was their heart. One of the most interesting things we found was what happened when we sedated the bugs. When their heartbeat slowed down, it ceased being an anti-magic field, and more of a periodic dispelling field." The man leaned closer, his face shining with excitement. "You see, they are one and the same. The null bug's heart is designed so that exactly when magic is restored to the area, the heart beats, creating a new dispelling field. That's why no wizard can create an anti-magic field. He simply cannot cast spell after spell the precise moment magic is returned. A heart, on the other hand, can. Or, perhaps, a highly specialized wand, of sorts." Abrams reached for a strange object on the shelf next to him, then looked solemnly up at Demetrius. "Meet my prototype for a Clockwork Resonator. You imbue a crystal with the spell - here. Then you place a power crystal - like so - and you wind up the mechanism." Abram glanced up again with a smile. "Gives you one heck of a headache. But I'm making progress." Demetrius listened on in amazement as the man droned on. He would need a lot of special parts for these, and quite a number of craftsmen trained, but this could actually work. *** Erhart looked back at the grey haze over the mountains. Soon, Archmage Tychius would get the message from his courier, and the weather spell would cease. The North Karnold offensive was no more than a pipe dream now, and there were better uses for the crystals. Facing forward again, he glanced at the other horsemen on the ferry. Almost at the northern shore, the men were attaching the white-flagged standards to their saddles. Once they reached North Karnold, they would ride north towards Sharimik, hugging the coastline. They were bearing letters handwritten by Magister Demetrius himself, warning of the Dominion's encounter with the Rakshasi. Erhart didn't have any ideas how the Anama and Looters would respond, but it was worth a shot. He had left another messenger at Golddale to travel towards what remained of Krizsan. Hopefully, the Alliance would be more favourable to the Dominion, even if their previous dealings were a little heavy-handed. The last thing the Dominion needed now was a fight with both humans and monsters. -------------------- I'll post on Diego and the Agents of North Karnold later. Astar? Isn't he one of the imprisoned Haakai in A1? Cool tie-in. Can I reincarnate Garzahd? Again? :P Nikki: What do my spies scry in Fort Emergence? Anama/Looters: How do you respond to the parley? (Sorry, WME, but I didn't feel like making an IC in response to one faction when there was a good chance that the RP would die. Now, there's a better chance it might live. I probably should have posted OOC, but I think I misread your post as saying you were going to post IC. My bad.) Posts: 1509 | Registered: Tuesday, January 10 2006 08:00 |