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Geltor had summoned 3 demon lords and a high ranking demon assassin to the middle of the demon camp. Geltor “Harzite (demon lord of Golzite tribe) you are to take 1/3 of your tribe (2000 demons) and harass the borders of the Kalazar Empire and the border of its neighbors to provoke them to go to war with each other. Sentia (assassin demon) you are to take 20 assassin demons to Nerototh where kill their leaders and take their forms. Once you have seized control of the kingdom of Trantite have them research a spells that can be used towards locating, killing, or capturing of a god. Eralzin (demon lord) I have sensed two powerful vampires, one might even be a god, to the east go find them and offer our allegiance with the most powerful of the two. Heltoson (demon lord) you are to take you your tribe and destroy the kingdom of Keldagrim.” After the demons have been given their orders, the rushed off to carry out their orders at inhuman speed. As god of the demons no demon could refuse his order or work to betray him something that was a constant struggle when he was only a king. Another advantage was that unlike his assassins who could only take the form of the last thing they killed. He could take any form he wants. Geltor then took his army and marched towards the Kana, capital of Kanatar, (one of Kalazar’s many rivals). Normally this would be a 3 week travel for a human army but he and his demons would make the trip in 3 days. [ Sunday, April 22, 2007 14:13: Message edited by: Lord Safey ] -------------------- A rock has weight whether you admit it or not Posts: 479 | Registered: Wednesday, July 12 2006 07:00 |
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Shaper
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written Sunday, April 22 2007 12:47
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Heads turned as the two gods, Ashtaro and Fallian, found seats for themselves in the crowded casino. Fallian spoke first. “So, what brings yet another divine brethren to the city of Kirkwood? You’re the god of knowledge, yes? Out gathering knowledge, are you?” “Actually, yes.” Fallian laughed lightheartedly. Ashtaro didn’t understand what was so funny. “Anyway. I’m here to complete a bit of a report on the latest additions to the pantheon.” “Ah, very official business, I see.” Fallian was bored already. He glanced around the room, smiling at all the awed mortals staring at them. Then he turned back to the god of knowledge. “So you want to ask me questions! Tell me, what do I get for answering these questions?” Ashtaro sighed. “I’m not going to play one of your games. You’d probably just rig it like you just now with the game those mortals were playing.” Fallian looked hurt. “How could you say that? I am the god of ambition! I do not rig games! I am merely interesting in getting people to play them. Getting people to take risks is my purpose in life. I am not so concerned about what the outcome is.” Ashtaro got out some parchment and his pen to start writing things down. “And how did you end up as the god of ambition?” “Ha! To get more out of me, you have to give me something first. No games. No fortune. Just ambition. What are you willing to give up to get what you desire?” Ashtaro shook his head, but he was willing to play along. “I have boundless knowledge at my disposal. Is there something you wish to know?” Fallian frowned. “You lose nothing by telling me something you know. What is something important to you that would miss if it were gone?” “I have nothing, Fallian. I live a very simple, private life of study-” “Aha!” Fallian looked around the room again, and smiled a wicked smile. “Then I want your privacy. I want you to stand up here in this casino and proclaim who you are and what you do. And make it good, too.” Ashtaro was now fully annoyed. “If everyone knows who I am, they will pester me nonstop as long as I’m in this city!” Ashtaro glared at the god of fortune for some time. Fallian smiled back. Eventually, Ashtaro realized that he was completely serious. Alas, he wasn’t going to get that information any other way. And so he stood, all eyes in the room already upon him. “Uh... behold mortals...” Ashtaro said in a less than enthusiastic voice. “I, uh, am Ashtaro, god of knowledge.” “Tell them you know all the secrets of the universe!” “But I don’t know all the secrets-” “Just say it!” “Uh, all the secrets of the universe are at my disposal.” Ashtaro looked to Fallian. Fallian gestured that he should do more. Ashtaro, unable to think of anything else to say, let out a simple flash of light that lit up the room. The casino patrons ooo’ed and ahh’ed. Finally, Ashtaro sat back down, knowing full well that the next few days would be that much more annoying thanks to Fallian. Fallian smiled, most pleased with himself. “Excellent. Ask away, oh god of knowledge.” “Right, let us start from the beginning. How did you come to be a god?” “I have always been a god. Pure blood; a son of gods. I was born of the goddess of the harvest and of the moon itself. I suppose I inherited my mother’s fickleness. And as for the moon.” Fallian looked out the window they were sitting next to, the moon was full that night. “Well, it is sort of coin-shaped, isn’t it?” Fallian reached out and pretended to grasp the moon with his thumb and index finger. Ashtaro had heard stranger things, interestingly enough, so he decided to leave it at that. “And your age?” “Pass.” Ashtaro clenched his fist. He was nearing the end of his rope. “You can’t pass, we had a deal.” Fallian looked a bit embarrassed. “Fine. I’m seven.” “Seven years old?” “We pure blood gods do not age as mortals do! I may be seven, but I have a mind and body as powerful as any other god!” Ashtaro knew this was true, there had been younger gods, even. Sure, Fallian’s mind and body were fully developed, but perhaps his age might explain his behavior. Ashtaro made note of this for future reference. “And what of your following?” “Ah. Well, seven years isn’t a very long time, so I don’t have an official following, so to say. I have been traveling, making a name for myself. It turns out that helping people to stumble upon huge fortunes is a great way to increase one’s reputation. I am already well known, and it seems only a matter of time before I settle down with an official church.” “Great fortunes, yes. What of those that lose your little games?” “Heh. There is always risk when-” Suddenly, Fallian felt something. He became distracted. There was much power in the air. Something big was happening in this city. It must have been what drew him here in the first place. He was about to say something but Ashtaro spoke first this time. “I sense it too. There are an unusual number of gods gathered in this city for some reason. I fear that something big may be happening. Something profound or something terrible.” “That’s one way of seeing things.” Ashtaro was curious. “Oh? And what is it that you sensed?” Fallian smiled again. “Opportunity.” -------------------- You lose. Posts: 2156 | Registered: Thursday, August 24 2006 07:00 |
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written Sunday, April 22 2007 17:08
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Drigy arrives at the city of Nerototh. He dreadfully thin. His dark tatter cloak draws supuscion and catchs the notice of the city guard at the gates. He couls sense the strong magic of the mages. Fortunaly he hasn't yet sensed the taint of the demons. (under his breath) Drigy "It might not be too late" City guard "You their state your name and business." Drigy "I'm Drigy I bring grave news; a hoard of demons under the command of the god Geltor. Take me to who ever is in charge and I will tell you everything I know." City guard "Thats quite a story you have. You bring some proof I assume." Drigy "I do" Drigy takes off his cloak, turns around, and lifts up the back of us shirt exposing huge claws marks. Had the demons arm had been slightly longer he would have ben cut to bits. City Guard "I'll take you to my commander he is a battle mage he should know what to do with you" The city guard then calls out for one of his commrades who then escorts him to the barracks. -------------------- A rock has weight whether you admit it or not Posts: 479 | Registered: Wednesday, July 12 2006 07:00 |
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written Sunday, April 22 2007 18:47
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All gods have secrets, much like all men. However, while the gods are able to learn the secrets of men, man cannot reciprocate. Yet. - Lith, a priest of Ashataro -------------------- An hour had passed. More than, actually, but Noric had supposed that James was still going to around. In the past two days, Noric believed that he had somehow developed the ability to predict James's location. It could have been one of his new powers, it could have been because James wanted to be found; he did not know. What he did know was that James could be found playing his guitar in the inn in which they had spent their first night in Narrow Creek. "I've considered your proposition," Noric said, sitting down with a cup of water. "And?" "As enticing as a vampire hunt sounds, I have a few questions to pose for you before I consent. Just some clarifications." "I suppose I could answer them. Or as many as I'm able," James continued strumming the guitar. "Fine then. I want to know what vampires have to do with anything. Last I checked, a vampire couldn't summon wind or lightning, or would be interested in enticing the wrath of a god. I also want to know how you know where to find the vampires that we're going after. The only vampires I saw were in mist form, and it's very difficult to recognize anyone when they're made of vapor. And one more... would you mind if we left my high priest behind? He has some business that I want him to tend to." "High priest?" "Sveltas." "Oh." James frowned. "No Sveltas?" -------------------- Sveltas's hands were shaking. "Ashataro's pilgrim aparrently made some very selectively thorough notes on folk lore concerning the gods." He pointed to a set of symbols on the map. "Every one of these points is the first recorded location of either a sighting or revelation from any given diety, dating back about a thousand years. These points," he pointed out a different set of symbols, "are the locations that he made journal entries in. These points," he pointed out a series of multicolored dots, "represent the major temples of various mainline gods." He gave another set: "These are the eight known temples of the Pantheon. And these," he indicated a handful of odd dark black markings, "are referred to in a series of encrypted writings. In fact, a good half of this notebook is written in code." "So, what does it say about them?" Noric asked. "I don't know," Sveltas said. "I haven't been able to translate much. It's an older form of the code that monks of Ashataro use to keep classified information within the order." "And you, being a former servant of Ashataro, are able to read it," Noric observed. "I can only understand bits and pieces, but I should be able to translate the rest. I never thought that running off to that cloister would actually lead to a benefit other than avoiding arrest," Sveltas chuckled nervously. "But here we are. Suffice to say, what I have been able to read has been astounding." "Go on." Although Noric appreciated the idea that he might be able to track or even contact the pantheon, he could not tell where Sveltas was going. "Something got the writer very upset while he was in this town." Sveltas pointed at the center of a thick cluster of marks and dates. "In fact, it was the reason why he started keeping track of these black marks in the first place." "What are they? "I don't know. Most of his entries from his stay in that area have been encoded. But it was bad enough that it made him depart from his original course of travel before coming this way on his return to that area. That, and the first signs of Saluc's followers, if the dates are correct." "Gods, why does everything have to come back to Saluc?" Noric groaned. "Why, indeed. Anyway, the writer was in town about three months ago. He created this copy of the journal by using a spell granted to the higher-level priests of Ashataro's order; a spell that instantly copies the contents of one book into another. This is the eighth copy of these notes that he had left behind in almost twenty years of study and travel, and the last before he intended to return to the first black mark, in Kirwood. He has the locations of the other copies marked on the map, as well." "Kirwood? As in, home of the Thieves' Guild, trade center of the Kalazar Empire, Kirwood?" "It's only a major chapter of the Thieves' Guild," Sveltas corrected. "But also the home of the Bardic Guild headquarters, one of the eight temples to the Pantheon, the first point of contact for over a dozen documented deities, and the location of the first black mark on the maps." "Holy hell." Noric could barely believe what he was hearing. "And, yes, the same Kirwood where Kyros found us on the streets six years ago. That's why I've been in here all day." -------------------- "No," Noric said. "No Sveltas." EDIT: Shortened, made the quote relevant. [ Sunday, April 22, 2007 19:38: Message edited by: Lenar ] -------------------- -Lenar Labs What's Your Destiny? Ushmushmeifa: Lenar's power is almighty and ineffable. All hail lord Noric, god of... well, something important, I'm sure. Posts: 735 | Registered: Monday, January 16 2006 08:00 |
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written Monday, April 23 2007 06:47
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"Well, Noric," James responded, "That storm was done by a god as a direct result of being attacked, and subsequently dominated by, a powerful vampire lord. And this happened right in front of us. That power and willingness to use it, combined with the fact that this he hangs around this area, is what makes him an immediate threat to us. That's only the beginning. There's also a "demon god" to contend with after that. Once those 2 are out of the way, there's another major problem to deal with, but that's far enough off I don't have to worry you with it just yet. The first thing we need to do is find an individual known as Cassius, who's somewhere in the area. Not only is he a god, but he has a grudge against the vampire lord we need to take down." "How do you know all of this," Noric asked. "It's amazing the insight one can attain when a large number of followers you didn't even know you had pray to you at once," James replied, "It's a shame really. I was hoping to do as little as possible during my stay in this realm, but they need me to protect them. I owe them that much at least, just as you owe your followers the same. As all gods who are worth anything do. Let's go and show our enemies what we're made of." -------------------- "I don't understand a word you just said. Try speaking American. It's the only language I understand." Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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written Monday, April 23 2007 12:17
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It was a dark night and Eralzin traveled in the direction of the two powerful vampires under the guise of a traveler he killed on the road. He also sensed the presnces of the gods but he was confident he could avoid him. Geltor contacted him useing his god powers that he sensed a vampire the one that wasn't a god, had taken control of one. His orders where to gain the spell from him, kill him, then see about ally him with the god under his control and the vampires rival. He worried about the gods beating him too it though. If he could align him self with the god vampire and kill the other he stand a chance agianst the other gods there. Eralzin heard a noise and all of a sudden he was ambushed by a vampire who mistaked him for a travler. The vampire being a minor one was no match for him. He changed to his demon form and grabed his throat and tossed him to the ground and then thrust his sharp claws into the vampire draining it of its life force and its memories. The vampire starved too death something that happend in seconds that should have taken weeks or even months. He gained several vauable things from the encounter first was the names of the two vampires, second the location of the mortal one, and third was the name of the god under its control. He immieditanly took the guise of the vampire, since he could only take the guise of the last thing he killed, next he reported this information to Geltor useing magic, and then rushed off in the direction of Mervingorix. -------------------- A rock has weight whether you admit it or not Posts: 479 | Registered: Wednesday, July 12 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, April 23 2007 12:59
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Seoth drifted in a void. He didn't even bother giving himself a form in his mind. He was entirely devoted to breaking away from Mervingorix. And it was beginning to work. Mervingorix now slept fitfully, and was beginning to tire during all hours. Mervingorix knew that he could only control his god for a short while longer. He was doing all he could in that short space of time. Seoth was in the form of a dragon. He stood with Mervingorix between his two forepaws, as per the vampire's mental orders. Part of Seoth's resistance was that he would not bother to control his own body. He was mental deadweight on Mervingorix, and it didn't tire Seoth at all. Not even Mervingorix could make him support himself. Seoth had sensed the presence of a demon nearby. As per Mervingorix's standing orders, he was to tell the vampire of anything that was potentially powerful aproaching. He knew that a demon god had escaped from it's prison, but whether or not there was an army to accompany it was unknown. He had told Mervingorix as much. The vampire was in a musty old barn outside of the main city. The demon, apparently, knew where to find them and was approaching quickly. Mervingorix hadn't bothered commanding his vampires lately, and wasn't surrounded by them, as he usually was. The demon entered the barn. It was a large one, all flaming and such, like most demons were. It's assumed form was no match for godly vision. Mervingorix knew it was a demon. After all, he could see Seoth's mind. If Seoth were a real dragon, he might have been worried. As a god, he wasn't. The demon approached Mervingorix. The vampire commanded it to stop when it got within fifteen feet or so. "My master, Geltor, has asked me to ally with you," the demon rumbled, "We wish to help you kill and destroy the god Cassius." The demon inched closer, ever so slightly. Seoth was not obliged to warn Mervingorix, though he noted it hopefully. "Why would you want to help a puny vampire, demon? You're lucky that I don't drain you of your smoky blood now. Oh, is it that you hate all gods? I have a god in my service now, fool. Your petty attempts at deceit won't fool me-" And the demon lunged. Mervingorix yelped in surprise, and Seoth felt a mental jolt and the demon's flaming sword sliced into Mervingorix. Seoth still wasn't bothering to support himself, and now the vampire wasn't, either. His draconic body began to fall. Mervingorix saw this and lunged away. He got his torso out from under Seoth before the impact. The demon was utterly crushed, and it had already begun to ooze out from the sides. Mervingorix's legs were crushed and then his torso was ripped off in the shockwave. He hit the wall and blasted through it, still alive. Seoth was freed from the vampire's control. Simply being a vampiric offspring wasn't enough to command a god: it had only reinforced Mervingorix's spell. The vampire had died when he hit the ground. Seoth got up shakily. He went through the shapeshifting equivalent of a stretch, shuffling randomly through various forms, then settled on his favorite, the black skeleton in the white hooded cloak and robe. He went to the vampire's body outside. He brought it back to life, as a sentient zombie. It was something he had been working on for a while, as God of Undeath. He ripped off the vampire's arms, suspending the it, perfectly and eternally conscious, in a floating bubble of the demon's acidic blood, and permanently electrified it. Then he filled it with the aquatic equivalent of poisonous scorpions. The zombie-vampire would last that way until the city discovered him. And for much longer after that. Seoth grimaced. "Now," he muttered, "To find James." [ Monday, April 23, 2007 13:20: Message edited by: Spokesmage of the Dead ] -------------------- May the fires of Undeath burn in your soul, and consume it. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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Geltor was observeing Eralzin confratiation with Mervingorix. As Eralzin gets closer to Mervingorix Geltor senses some of the workings of the spell. Not enough to control a god but mabey use it to something else. A momentairy jolt of pain passed through Geltor caussing him to miss over something; In his dieing moment he sent the stolen vampire essnces off to Cassius carrying the message "I killed Mervingorix, will you join us?" -------------------- A rock has weight whether you admit it or not Posts: 479 | Registered: Wednesday, July 12 2006 07:00 |
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Cassius was casually strolling along a dirty little alley, when Kuroshin dropped out of the sky next to him. Kuroshin looked more anxious than usual, and had a long gash on his cheek. "Mervingorix is dead!", he hissed. "The work of a god! And I heard other things as well." He looked at Cassius with a bit more courage. "And you too, eh? A god yourself?" "Scurry away, little rat," Cassius drawled. "There's nothing for you here." "Yes, there is! Gods running lose, and master Mervingorix dead! It's like the bloodlines have been cut with a dagger; no one can control the clans now! Half the elders are dead too, and all fear for their lives!" By now Kuroshin's eyes were darting wildly. "Not to mention whatever killed the master is still out there! It's madness!" "And what is it you want me to do?" Cassius asked angrily. "I'm not doing your dirty work; you got yourselves into this mess, find your own way out." "That's what I've been trying to tell you! Not only is this your chance to build up a clan for yourself, but letting the vampires run loose is only going to end up worse for you in the long run. Now, there's going to be an assembly. No more councils, they won't come out of hiding. But an assembly, where petitions will be discussed and a new plan worked out. Please, at least stay for the first few minutes." "I seem to remember," Cassius said coldly, "that the last time I came at your invitation, I had to slaughter twenty people on my way out. Surely you wouldn't try again?" "Ah. No, no. We wouldn't dare! It's going to be a real meeting, with representatives from all over. In the same place, though... But that was a very good spell, if you don't mind me saying so." Kuroshin was obviously trying to flatter Cassius. "Oh, so you saw that? Were you hiding behind mother Daunnaya's skirt, then?" Cassius was pretending to become extremely angry, although the idea of himself in charge of a clan indeed did seem like a logical and enticing plan. Kuroshin, meanwhile, was backing down. "Fine, don't come! Don't do anything! I have to leave now!" He took off. Cassius, meanwhile, stood still for a moment and then turned around, back the way he had come. --- On the night of the full moon, Cassius once again approached the circular chamber in the sewers. This time, though, he inspected it from a small opening near the roof. There were vampires, but after careful inspection they appeared to be from different clans. There was also a restlessness to them which plainly meant that they were losing discipline. The meeting probably was not a set-up. Cassius dropped down to the ground. Most of the room was already full, and the meeting was likely to start soon. Murmurs were heard among the more intelligent and wise vampires present. The most senior one, a wizened man named Barbados, beckoned Cassius to him. He was standing in the center and giving orders to other, lesser vampires. "My son, approach. I had heard, and certainly hoped, that you might come. With you here we may accomplish much more. You are not to be put on trial for any crime, by the way." He winked at Cassius in a casual and amused way. "Just a few more minutes. Stand here by my side." Cassius looked around. The conversations were dying down. A last few vampires entered, and then the ground door was slammed shut. Barbados moved to the center. "My fellows, we are in a most grievous age. We have fallen into disarray, with no one to guide us. Some of you," he took a long look around, "have chosen to attempt to profit from these circumstances. That is not the way-" Suddenly, the ancient door burst open with a loud, deep clang. A youthful but sedate man, dressed in black robes of rich fabric and design, entered but stood respectfully to the side. Barbados would have none of it. "And you are you, young sir? You interrupt a great thing with very little cause. Take a seat." The young man bowed. "With all courtesy, no, your honor. I will stand. And as for my identity, I believe my name will serve." The nature of his voice clearly indicated that his belief would be upheld. "I am called Kuberr." Barbados sighed. To Cassius he muttered, "Probably yet another arrogant young dog, hoping to become the leader of the pack." To the rest of the chamber, he continued, "As I was saying, we have come together here to determine what will be done in the future, and to arrange a proper memorial to our departed Mervingorix-" "Ah, so you knew him?" The young gentleman was rubbing his almost-smooth chin thoughtfully. "I came to the right place, then." Something was distinctly odd about this man; his robes were not of the dramatic and intimidating style which vampires usually preferred, but of the kind which a merchant might wear in the city. He spoke with no respect either, and looked much more healthy and robust than the usual thin and pale vampire. "In fact, I was doing business with him. I am, by the way, definitely not a vampire." He bowed again, amid gasps and angry shouts. Barbados took the young man's words as a personal insult. "And how," he called, "did you come to be here, sir?" "Well, that's simple. I walked." The man smiled as if this explained everything. After a few moments, he decided to continue. "I am the patron deity of obligation and business." He smiled cheerfully. "Old Merv and I were working on a deal, when he happened to be murdered in cold blood. I was hoping to find if I could still complete the deal. And also, if possible, details of his death." He looked around curiously. Cassius's head was spinning. This was obviously not the god who had killed Mervingorix, so that meant at least two other gods were tied up in this sordid business. Mervingorix had completely ignored the centuries of tradition and secrecy in which the vampires had operated, for who knew what reward. Barbados looked flustered. "This meeting is adjourned! Return to your homes; we will discuss this at a later time!" He paused for a moment, then gestured for Cassius to follow him to Kuberr, who was approaching as well. "Business? Business? Are you mad?" Barbados was almost spitting. Kuberr now grinned. "I assure you, my investment is ridiculously priced in my favor; but no, I myself am sane." "What have you invested in, then?" Cassius was the one who spoke this time. He was extremely eager to find out more about the apparent brains behind Mervingorix's schemes, as well as his backing. He recalled that Mervingorix had implied something of this sort back when he first confronted Cassius. The man smiled. "Ah, another all-powerful entrepreneur, are you? Nice to meet you." He extended his hand; it was extremely fair. "As for my business, I and the fellow were working to revitalize the market in this sector. Mostly by seizing control of the black market trade." He looked around sheepishly. "But I guess my luck is back, isn't it? Seems that you fellows can probably help me out." Barbados excused himself, dragged away Cassius, and had a hurried discussion with him. "My boy, we must capitalize on this event!" Far from being angry and insulted before, Barbados was now wide-eyed and eager. "We promise this man whatever he wants, ask for a little time and a helping hand, then take over the clans! With that kind of power we can take over the whole damn kingdom's market if that man wants us to!" Barbados's long beard swayed excitedly. Cassius shot a glance at the man. "I don't like this. I don't like the looks of him." The man was examining his fingernails. "What if he stabs us in the back? And how are we supposed to do it?" Barbados laughed. "Child, if Mervingorix could do it, between the three of us I think we can!" And Kuberr appeared at their side. "So." He looked avid. "Have we got a deal? We'll all work together, then?" Barbados nodded and nudged Cassius, who also nodded reluctantly. -------------------- quote: Posts: 1115 | Registered: Sunday, May 15 2005 07:00 |
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Fourty arrived a safe distance away from the Forsaken camp. He had his disguise all worked out--he wasn't willing to reveal his true nature quite yet. Then, something caught his attention. He turned east and stared across the river Sonne at a nearby range of mountains. Something was going on up there. Something big. Fourty shook. He wasn't used to sensing all this. What did it all mean? Who was involved? Who was winning? And what would this mean for the people of Mannik? Fourty? Vizoth's thoughts reached the back of Fourty's mind. I sense something. Vizoth was nervous. Fourty could sense it. Fourty was nervous too, but mentally reached out and tried to calm him. I sense it too. I don't know what it means. Hopefully, I can find out. But I need more time. Fourty pushed the disturbance in the mountains out of his mind and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. "Dang it, I need more time!" He spoke without realizing it. Instantly, the Forsaken camp was on the alert. Something came galloping towards him. Fourty hoped it wasn't a dog. He hated dogs. "Bev! Bev, you stupid beast, no!" A man ran after it. The animal came to a halt right in front of Fourty, bleated loudly, and headbutted him gently. The man stopped in shock. "Well, I never! He even tries to attack people he knows entering camp. I never would have thought he would take a liking to a stranger." Fourty found Bev's halter and walked the goat back over to the man. "Nor would I. Did he pull loose?" "No, I was walking him to a new spot for the night when he broke out of my hand. Say, who are you? I thought you were a farmer, but you don't look like you're from around here." Several other people from the camp were approaching cautiously. Several of them were carrying poles like quarterstaves. "Toby? Who is it?" one of them asked. "A stranger. Not a soldier," Toby said. Fourty noted that he smelled strongly of goat. Fourty bowed slightly. "Greetings. I am Zvalt, a wandering priest of Ashataro. I am studying those who cannot or choose not to reside under the protection of a deity. However, I also have an important message to give you. May I enter your camp?" "Do we let him in?" someone asked. "Me and Bev say he should!" Toby said. "No," Meeka said firmly at the same time, "What could he tell us that we don't already know? I don't trust him." These two statements caused an uproar. Fourty was amazed that just eight or nine people could cause such a commotion. "So we take advice from a goat now?" "Why don't we let him in and find out?" "Strangers are bad news!" "How could we be so disrespectful as to turn him away?" "Let's hear what he has to say!" "But let's do it right here and then send him away. No sense in him getting information about our camp!" "Nonsense! Everyone should hear his message, not just a few!" A man in his early twenties leaned on a shovel, saying nothing and watching Fourty carefully. Finally, he spoke quietly. "I believe that Harath has indicated in his writings many times that we should be welcoming hosts. I vote that Zvalt enters." "Well, young Talsh here knows the scriptures better than any of us do, and if he says to let the man in, then we let him in." Most people nodded in agreement. Talsh stepped towards Fourty. "The first thing you will observe about us is that we argue. All the time. Come. We will show you back to camp." --- Dikiyoba. Posts: 4346 | Registered: Friday, December 23 2005 08:00 |
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written Monday, April 23 2007 17:26
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The city guard commander, Tilean, who was a battle mage had taken Drigy before the Magi Council of elders. Their deep in the Magi halls he qas question while under truth spells, for the council have grown to distrust dark mages for good reasons. They learned every thing they could about the demons. The Mages where on the alert and the assaisn demons learned so in route too the captial by killing a few travelers and draining their essences. They also learned of Drigy. The reported this too Geltor. Geltor then ordered them to instead kill drigy and then sabatoge the city's defenses as much as possible. Geltor then sends a mental message to Harzite and Heltoson "We have a change in plans. The mages have learned too much about us all you are to make camp east of Nerototh to lay seige to them destroy anything in the way. I will meet you there." Geltor then summons a demon assiasin "You are to find Cassius and try to bring him into my allaince" -------------------- A rock has weight whether you admit it or not Posts: 479 | Registered: Wednesday, July 12 2006 07:00 |
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written Monday, April 23 2007 18:01
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"Now this sucks," James suddenly shouted, "That... I mean, come on. I used to be good at this sort of thing. To be one-upped like that before I can even try to do anything. I don't have anymore time to waste..." "What is it," Noric asked. "That annoying demon has already crushed the vampire lord, and, to make things worse, is currently trying to steal one of our potential allies. I tell you Noric, it just doesn't pay to be a hero. Of course, we can't let that little insult go unpunished, or at the very least, I can't," James replied. Without further words, James began to draw various runes and symbols into the ground while muttering something in an obscure language. Within moments he was done. "Well, Noric," James said, "If they want to show up, they will. If not, then ya might want to let me know of something that makes for a fine Plan B, cause that's the last of my good ideas." -------------------- "I don't understand a word you just said. Try speaking American. It's the only language I understand." Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, April 24 2007 01:22
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Shreen had killed an eagle takeing his form. This gave him three adavatnages first it allowed him to fly add with his demon speed it allowed him to reach the area Eralzin was at, second it give him the abilty to observe every one with out being obsereved and considering how high he was flying not even a god could see through his guise although they might sense his presnece. Another thing that helped him was that Geltor had given him a stone of detection. These stone could be made to detect anyone thing and this one was made by Geltor him self to detect other gods and the workins of their magic. What ever the stone sensed would directly link to weilders mind. Still He had to be careful he was mearly a demon and the stone was telling him their was possibly 3 to 4 gods in the area. -------------------- A rock has weight whether you admit it or not Posts: 479 | Registered: Wednesday, July 12 2006 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, April 24 2007 07:47
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With 2 blinding flashes, Cassius and Seoth appeared before James. "I'm glad to see you took me up on my invitation," James said to the two, "For those unaware, my name is James. Like you, I am a god and for awhile, we even had the same enemy. I was going to use that to forge an alliance with Cassius *points to Cassius*, but a certain demon god had to go and get in my way. Now, I need to crush that demon and his army, but I can't do it alone. My friend Noric *points to Noric* has already agreed to help me. Seoth over here *points at Seoth* claims to know me, but I for the life of me don't remember him. I really don't care as long as you help me, since I legitimately was trying to help him out. Anyway. The point I'm trying to make is that there's a demon god. He's trying to take over the world, or some other generic villain crap like that. To do that means he's obviously going to end up killing off a bunch of my followers, so clearly I can't let that happen." "Now," James continued, "you might be asking yourself 'But James, why the hell should I care?' and you're right, you probably might could just as easily side with him and make it out okay, provided you don't have to fight me and who-ever-the-hell I finally do get to help me or that he doesn't just flat out betray you at his convenience. Also, you could simply ignore situation and hope it doesn't become a problem for you, which it probably will. In all truth, the best thing for you to do is side with me. Unlike some petty 'demon god' I actually make my alliances worth being in. I do my part in outfitting everyone with the best stuff possible. I don't stab my allies in the back, though formal severing of ties isn't an impossibility. As a vampire, Cassius, you stand to lose a lot if your food source gets virtually wiped out by the demons. Seoth, well, I really don't know much about you, so I'm sure there's a reason in there for you, other than the obvious gaining of the kind of power than can only come from destroying a god. Well, I've said all I can. The rest is up to you, will you side with me, against me, or no one? And if you side against me, could you be kind enough to let me know here and now so I can make sure to not give you the complimentary beverages I promised you when I summoned you." -------------------- "I don't understand a word you just said. Try speaking American. It's the only language I understand." Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, April 24 2007 12:35
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Shreen was an assisian and unlike, demon lords, was near impossible to be detected, even gods had difficulties dectecing them. He sensed three of the gods come together and he decided that he must act. He found out of the God of Love's offer to the other to gods. He decided he must act. He contacted Geltor. Geltor came in the same fashion that Cassius and Seoth did. He showed him self, and introudced his master "my master apporachs" He spoke "You heard of James's offer, now hear mine, Cassius you and your vampires need to feed off humans, so do we, we don't plan to kill all of them we will keep enough for food and slaves. Thats considering you even care for the other vampires. Join me and feed well. My plans will cause much suffering and that is what you are the god of is it not? Seoth you have been exposed to the blood of a demon lord. An estremly deadly but slow and painful posion. It will not kill you but given time it will weaken you and drive you mad. Join me and I will cure you for noone else can. Gods, I wait for your decision." Geltor looks at James with the intention of attacking. [ Tuesday, April 24, 2007 18:02: Message edited by: Lord Safey ] -------------------- A rock has weight whether you admit it or not Posts: 479 | Registered: Wednesday, July 12 2006 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, April 24 2007 13:19
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"Well, you've had your speech to them, now it's time for my speech to you, the conceited fool," James said to Geltor casually, "You don't know what's really going on here, do you? You just move in an try to conquer without setting yourself up properly first, hoping to strike quickly and catch everyone off guard. Fine plan if you just going to destroy a small village or two. But that doesn't work on a global scale. Your few thousand, though powerful, aren't enough in the long run to achieve anything more than some petty carnage before they are struck down by more power beings. And you should know you won't walk away from this fight without paying a price, assuming you walk away at all, which I doubt you will. Regardless of the outcome of the fight, you're cause is pretty much wrecked. So no matter what, in a way, I still win, which is why I propose that we do this fight one on one, with my associate here *points to Noric* making sure it stays that way. Unless the all-mighty demon god is too weak to even consider facing me, in which case, I am more than willing to accept your surrender. So how do you want to handle this?" With his speech complete James reached into his jacket, pulled out a piece of gum, unwrapped it, and began chewing it. Then he placed his hand on his sword, waiting to see what happens. [ Tuesday, April 24, 2007 13:30: Message edited by: Gaara of the Funk ] -------------------- "I don't understand a word you just said. Try speaking American. It's the only language I understand." Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, April 24 2007 13:47
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"Hold on!" Cassius stepped forward. "No one is killing anyone! At least, not while I'm around." He glared at James, Geltor, and the other demon. "We need to discuss this. At least, I need to discuss this. I'm working very hard right now to stabilize my own home, I don't have the time to fight two wars. Nor will I ever have the interest." Cassius ran his hands through his hair. "How can you say that?" James exploded. "This is going to rip the world apart! And all you want to do is hide in your little castle? They'll come for you, you know!" "You have to join us!" Geltor said. "We have the power to remake this world, with ourselves at the head and humanity at our feet! What more do you want?" "I want peace!", Cassius shouted. "No dying, no killing, nothing! I- I need to clear my head." Cassius slumped down nearby and began furiously massaging his temples. James and Geltor began arguing with each other and trying to pull Cassius back into the argument. After about a minute, Cassius stood up again. "All right, quiet, this is what I'm going to do. I'm going to go back to my city." James and Geltor spluttered. Cassius continued, "I'm going to gather all my people together. I'm going to fulfill some other obligations I have. And then I'm going to protect the neutrality of my home. If either of you in any way interferes with my running of my city, you'll have Hell to pay." Cassius met everyone's eyes. James and Geltor both looked angry now. But Cassius turned on his heel and left anyway. [ Tuesday, April 24, 2007 13:47: Message edited by: Calphrexo ] -------------------- quote: Posts: 1115 | Registered: Sunday, May 15 2005 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, April 25 2007 03:59
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Oh, there were so many sparks now, light and dark both, and Lauraziel spun and spun in circles as she tried to grasp them with her mind. They turned to shadows in her thoughts, and she slipped through them with barely a ripple to mark her passing. Some of them were old, and some new, and they were all hungry, though not all of them knew it. She was hungry too. The desire was on the tip of her tongue, a sharp ache that echoed from her children's pleas and her own being, but she could not remember what it was she needed. A gossamer thread spun out from one spark, tasting of black feather and white silk and the place her children went when they left her. She could not follow them there, but she knew how to walk the paths of dreams and thoughts, and she could touch the thread spinning into the dark. It thrummed, a harpstring tuned to the final breath. Lauraziel caught the note, tuned herself to it, and shifted. He stood in front of her, so close she could reach out and touch the cloth on his back. He was freshly sated on the other's child, his companion feeding from the body; a flash of envy speared her like lightning. Shivering with longing, Lauraziel pulled her rags close about her and rocked back and forth. "I'm hungry," she wailed forlornly. [ Wednesday, April 25, 2007 04:05: Message edited by: premonition ] Posts: 356 | Registered: Saturday, August 23 2003 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, April 25 2007 05:39
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Marras waited. And waited. It didn’t bother him, he had time. More time than anyone could imagine. Once, his friends had asked how he maintained such calmness. He had answered that it came with the profession; fishing was all about patience, so those who didn’t develop some, were clearly doing the wrong job. It was ironic how that sentence also applied to his new work. They’re all just fish not yet caught in the net, he pondered as he watched people pass by. Most of them didn’t even notice the tall, pale traveller as they walked past him; only few were kind enough to wave at him or give him a smile. Marras waved back at them. Smiling, however, was a different thing altogether. Marras had no eyes, no nose, no mouth. No face, to put it bluntly, he thought. Of course, it didn’t stop people from thinking that he smiled back at them. It was rather funny, actually. He had never done any active attempt to hide his nature from mortals, yet they still seemed to view him as human. Even most of whom he had absorbed had seen him as the man he had been a long, long time ago. I wonder if it works on gods too, he thought, although it was highly doubtful. As the day began turning into evening, more creatures joined the old crow to feast on Augustus’s body. Some even brought more souls to Marras. He picked them up from the ground, and suffered the usual dose of memories and mixed feelings. The world around him dissappeared as the memories of the dead consumed his mind... Somewhere in Kirkwood, an orphan child had starved to death. Her last thoughts were of extreme hunger and bitterness... Somewhere else, a woman had taken some opium to relieve her stress. Unfortunately, she had overestimated the amount she needed. At least she died happy. In the classier parts of Kirkwood, a man named Athras had gotten himself mixed in a bar fight. For his misfortune, one of the other participants had carried a knife. His surprise, as well as Marras’s, was great as a sharp pain suddenly pierced his abdomen. After the souls had finally found their places inside him, Marras returned to the end of the alley and continued surveying the road that led towards the town center. Somewhere, someone was still looking for him. “I am here” he whispered, although he was sure it was in vain. Then it happened. “I’m hungry”, he heard a weak voice say behind him. Slowly, he turned around to see who it was. He wasn’t a bit surprised to see a dirty woman wearing even dirtier rags. He still wondered how he hadn’t sensed the woman’s presence before, but that was a small matter. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have any food with me”, he replied monotonously. The woman looked back at him, with tears in her eyes. “Don’t lie!” she cried. “You have food! I know you have! I can sense it! Don’t lie!” After this, the woman’s voice abated into weak, incoherent whispers and sobs. Marras scratched his head, trying to desperately figure what to do. “Uh, I’m sorry” he muttered. “I – I can buy you some food to you if you want. I don't have much money either, but it should be enough...” Then, he made a mistake: he looked into her eyes. The other was blue, piercing and beautiful, but ultimately harmless. But the other… They say that eyes are mirror of the soul. Marras’s body had no eyes, but neither had it really a soul of its own. And when Marras peered into the gleaming, golden eye of the strange woman, he saw himself as what he really was: a faceless, soulless rag doll, a marionette with its strings severed. Never before had he felt himself so...so... insignificant. “Who are you?” he whispered with a wavering voice after he finally managed to wrench himself away from her maddening gaze. [ Wednesday, April 25, 2007 05:48: Message edited by: Frozen Feet ] -------------------- I have nothing more to do in this world, so I can go & pester the inhabitants of the next one with a pure concscience. Posts: 617 | Registered: Tuesday, April 13 2004 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, April 25 2007 06:45
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Seoth was not going mad. He was weak and tired, yes, but not insane. He had not ingested the demon blood, and he had not sustained any wounds into which it could enter. But Geltor, apparently, didn't know that. Time to exercise his powers of deceit. Seoth spoke in a whisper. His skeletal face did not move. "Geltor," he rasped, exuding an aura of credibility, "If I must side with you to stay sane, then I will. The balance can always be brought back later." James looked stunned. Seoth whirled around and pulled a sword of lightning out of his cloak, more than ready to attack the two gods. Seoth morphed into a living suit of armor made out of bone. No part of him was left uncovered. He sent a wave of power through the ground, drawing up skeletons and the like. Raised by a god, they were more powerful than normal undead. They would still be nothing more than a distraction to James, so he sent them after Noric. Storms began to gather. -------------------- May the fires of Undeath burn in your soul, and consume it. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, April 25 2007 08:06
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...the human will for survival is the only thing that the power of a god cannot destroy. - Michael Andrickson -------------------- Once, some time ago, there had been a boy. He was like most boys, in that he had a house, he had friends, and he had chores and unwanted schoolwork to tend to. He had parents, as well: his father was a successful fisherman and his mother stayed at home to take care of his brother and sister. He supposed that he was happy with life, though he rarely stopped between chores and playtime to reflect on his life. Life drastically changed, however, when one day, his father did not come home. His mother took him and his brother and sister to live with a man that his mother called their "uncle," though the boy knew that they were not related. It was not soon before his mother and his uncle began to have arguments. The boy never knew why. One day, when the boy was only ten, his uncle grew so angry that he beat them all and forced them all out of his house. They didn't really live anywhere after that. There were no chores and no school, but there were other things to be done, like finding a place to sleep for the night, getting food for dinner, and trying to find ways to stophis mother from crying. Then there was that fateful night, when they took shelter from the rain inside an abandoned warehouse. A man from the Thieves' Guild found them there, alone and destitute. Having pity on the boy and his family, he helped them: he found jobs as servants for the younger children, and a job in weaving for his mother. The boy himself was apprenticed to a friend of their new benefactor: a man who was a guide by trade. The boy learned much from his new master. And one of the first things that he learned, and something he learned well, was how to defend himself. -------------------- Zombies. Armored zombies. About a half-dozen large armored zombies with particularly nasty-looking weapons. And, of course, the two-dozen or so skeletons in a massive group around them. It was only logical, given that the vampire was gone, that the skeletal figure was the god of undeath that James had rambled on about. A god who was now under the influence of a manipulative demon (could a god really be poisoned?). A god who obviously was not beyond using his power to crush those that might oppose him. Travelling with James appeared to be becoming less and less of a wise option. Unfortunately, with a hoarde of undead bearing down on his position, Noric had no way immediate way of backing out. He drew his scimitar in anticipation of the first rush; and, as an afterthought, conjured another blade for his left hand. There was no humanly possible way to defeat such a large group, not when he was so massively outnumbered. But Noric had not been human for long enough to learn a small handful of tricks. And even if those did not work, there was a large amount of experience from when he had been human that was all pointing to exactly one feasible approach to the scenario. Being divine, he could likely eventually defeat them all without taking any permanent damage. Likely. But he really was not interested in finding out the hard way. Noric summoned a minor fireball, threw it into the mess of zombies, and then turned on his heels and ran. EDIT: I was dissatisfied with the voice. [ Wednesday, April 25, 2007 08:21: Message edited by: Lenar ] -------------------- -Lenar Labs What's Your Destiny? Ushmushmeifa: Lenar's power is almighty and ineffable. All hail lord Noric, god of... well, something important, I'm sure. Posts: 735 | Registered: Monday, January 16 2006 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, April 25 2007 12:52
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Demon blood is a very powerfull poison and has strong acid properties. However most do not regonize its curse properties. The curse causes ones dark desires to become much stronger and too the for front of their thoughts. The posion is not cureable by any know methods other then giveing into the curse. The more one gives into the curse the closer to being a demon onebecomes.-exerts from the History of Demons. ---------------------------------------------- Upon hearing Seoths acceptance of allaince with him and seeing Seoth begin the fight, Geltor forms his sword in his hand in a fury of flame. He then draws the sword across his plam covering it in his own blood. Poisned with the blood of a demon god. He then commands his army to attack the city.That finshed Geltor and Shreen launch themselfs into the fight. --------------------------------------------------- The demons upon being ordered to attack did just that. The demons used their combine might to hurl gian fire balls the size of a city block at the city. The mages hurled back their own attacks each doing sever damage. One of the demon's fireballs breaks through the mages powerful magical barriers and walls opening a whole in the defences. The mages then order the troops at the hole. The demons run accross the field at the mage soliders when they get close enough the jump into the mist of the soliders ensueing in a wild melee and close range spells. The demons break through and rush into the city. The demons and the battle mages engage in various fights through out the city with both sides takeing huge amount of causulties. The demons slow work to the Hall of Magic to seize and kill the high elders. The high elders think all is lost send orders for the Stone of Power, the stone that the mages focuse huge amounts of magical power into, to overload. The stone shatters just as the demons reach it and the blast kills all in the city. The blood the only thing that survie from, demon, man, or otherwise seeped into the ground and water curseing the land for decades to come. -------------------------------------------------- Drigy who fled the city 3 days before the attack hears a distance in the direction of the city he fled and knows it to be destoryed. He could still since the assisain demons on his trail and moves urges him self on. He has been on the run like this for 3 days [ Wednesday, April 25, 2007 12:54: Message edited by: Lord Safey ] -------------------- A rock has weight whether you admit it or not Posts: 479 | Registered: Wednesday, July 12 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, April 26 2007 08:34
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"2 on one hardly seems fair, Geltor. I was hoping to play the game without a rigged deck. Oh well," James said with a smile and he started doing some strange hand gestures, "Yumi, goddess of butterflies, I summon thee!" With his sentence completed, there was a blinding flash of pure white light and butterflies. James pointed his finger at Shreen, and said, "That guy just killed a butterfly, because he's mean and hates butterflies." Without any more encouragement, Yumi summoned a swarm of butterflies. "Butterflies?! I'm a demon," Shreen said in his stereotypical demonic voice, "what could those pathetic insects do to me?!" "This is going to be a lot more brutal than I expect," James said to himself. Within seconds, the butterflies swarmed Shreen, completely tearing him apart. "What the hell," Geltor shouted, "Butterflies can't do that!" "I know that and you know that," James replied, "but do you want to tell her that? I think not." Having dispatched the demon, Yumi soon wondered off, chasing a butterfly in her normal, overly cheerful fashion. "So, Geltor, do you want to do this the right way, one on one," James said slyly, "Or do I have to do a repeat of that?" [ Thursday, April 26, 2007 11:06: Message edited by: Gaara of the Funk ] -------------------- "I don't understand a word you just said. Try speaking American. It's the only language I understand." Posts: 1918 | Registered: Sunday, October 13 2002 07:00 |
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written Thursday, April 26 2007 12:45
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Gelto was suprised at the development but he could deal with it. His long experince with takeing the forums of things have taught him that not every was as it appears. He walks over to where Shreens died and picks up the detection stone. To make able to detect a god Geltor had to poor his own blood into it. Then he started muttering a unknow spell. The stone floats into the air and the blood from Sheen, the only thing left, starts pouring into the stone. When the last drop is asorbed. He sets the stone into his sword. The demon blood sword it was not merely a weapon it was an exstention of himself and what was left of shreen. Geltor "James their are two ways to destroy good the first is to attack it with brute force, failing at that the next best thing is to corrupt it. To beat me you need to defeat me. For me to win I merely need to corrupt you and in time you become me. Prehaps a regular demon could not corrupt you but surely a god can. I will fight you one on one." Geltor then sense the destruction of his army; he goes into an intense battle rage and releases an intesne blast of fire the burns the ground and trees leaveing a powerful ring of fire with James and Geltor at the middle of it. "Let you pathetic butterflys get through that" Geltor rasises his sword and jumps at James sword held high above his head. -------------------- A rock has weight whether you admit it or not Posts: 479 | Registered: Wednesday, July 12 2006 07:00 |
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written Thursday, April 26 2007 14:10
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Seoth stood quietly behind Geltor. The storm clouds gathered above had turned a threatening black, and heat lightning played between them. His undead had chased the neophyte god Noric far away. He quietly observed the overpowered butterflies and the exchange between Geltor and James. Seoth smiled under his helm of bone. He summoned the rain. Geltor's ring of fire sputtered out. His sword started to hiss and smoke. A lightning bolt struck the ground around Geltor and James, drawing a circle of light around the gods. It sprang up into a wall of lightning, crackling angrily. It wouldn't stop them long, but it'd do. Seoth drifted into the shadows, following Noric. Geltor's angered bellows followed him. [ Thursday, April 26, 2007 17:08: Message edited by: Spokesmage of the Dead ] -------------------- May the fires of Undeath burn in your soul, and consume it. Posts: 1636 | Registered: Wednesday, January 5 2005 08:00 |
