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Postby Gliondar » Mon Nov 04, 2002 2:51 pm

<b><i>Amongst the myths and tales of old some lie still forgotten and unaccounted for. Forgotten are the valiant. Forgotten are the brave. Forgotten are those who stood where none would bare to fight. This is a tale of the Celts; of how they love and how the fight. The courage of few will prevail and peace they will win regardless of the price.</i></b><BR><BR>Out of the heavens there fell a star. It plummeted from above and burst the land into flames and the sky to blood. Arose from the ground not a star but a beast of malice and sin. Now the heavens knew of this falling and to the world they sent a warning – not to the druids or the kings but to those few with courage enough to fight for their now dwindling freedom. In the night there came a plague of dreams – visions of the coming of Diabhal, the fallen one, and the atrocities to come. Each of the chosen made quick a plea to their people but the distant blood sated sky proved too foreboding. When morning came each set out clad for war and alone to Sliabh na Naofa as commanded in the vision. There they would gather and there they would meet the high Druid of Eire. <BR><BR><b><i> Together we will stand even if together we will fall </i></b><BR><BR><BR>OOc thread below.<BR><BR><a target=new href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=55&threadid=57533">http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?catid=55&threadid=57533</a>
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Postby Gliondar » Sun Nov 24, 2002 7:49 am

Upon the mountain top emerges Gliondar his blonde hair shimmering in the now apparent sunlight. Such was the terror of his dream he had left at the first inkling of light. He had upon him a breast plate of silver with an inscription of the white rose upon it. His bright blade he held at his side but no other weponary did he bare. In truth he was a poet. Not much knowledge of warfare did he have of yet but his hearth was stout and his intensions true. Powers unknown to him had chosen him and who was he to ask questions of the gods?<BR><BR>"Hello?" he shouted expecting an answer. Nothing replied save the echo of his voice so he sat awaiting the companions promised to him last night.
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Postby Reislied » Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:16 pm

His hand slipped, leaving a bloody mark on the rock. Digging his other hand and one leg into the crevices and held fast. The sun shone bright and hot upon Jare as he hung on the side of a mountain. Rivulets of sweat flowed from his brows to drip annoyingly into his eyes. He had been climbing for the better part of three hours now. He almost regretted that he didn't spend much time looking for an alternative route when he had been on the footpath further down. But time was perhaps short. With a pained grunt, he swing up his arm to find another hold.<BR>The rough gloves he had donned at the beginning of his climb had been discarded recently. They were worn nearly threadbare. Jare almost regretted that too as the mountain had wasted no time in tearing his hands. <BR><BR>Along the way, there were alcoves and ledged upon which the young man rested. From those vantage points, he often gazed upon the land below and around him. It was a pleasant sight to behold as endless green hills and valleys rolled on towards the horizon, all underneath a blue sky, dotted here and there with fluffy white clouds that changed shapes anytime one happened to glance them. Even the mountain itself had grass and peat growing upon its sides. Further westwards were the moorlands, a part of which his father resided over. There too were his brothers and they would have come with him if father had not demanded otherwise. Coram was a good man and kind. His people loved him and thought him fair. But he was also a practical man. A threat had come from beyond the world, preparing to wage war upon life. It was a time to prepare defenses against the inevitable assault, not chase after dream-quests, Coram had said. But he had let Jare go after some thought. Partly out of respect for the gods, partly because Jare was a fourth son and he had three heirs still as insurance should he fall in battle. Coram was, after all, a practical man. Bodyguards had been promised to him, but Jare had steadfastly refused. His brothers he would have accepted, but not soldiers, no matter how much they loved his family. He claimed the skill his lineage provided him would be enough from most any threat. Despite his mother's protestation, that brought an end to the argument. It was not a bitter parting, but it was less than satisfying.<BR>But he was young, and he was bold, and the bright new day held much promise. Though Coram's youngest was barely past his fifteenth summe; he had the calm confidence of a man twice the age to temper the youthful impetousness. He regretted nothing. Without further pause, he resumed the climb. <BR><BR>At the last, the mountain began sloping gradually once more. It was not much longer before Jare found a decent footpath. The air was almost chilly here, leeching off the perspiration from his skin. There was a sense of profound <i>calm</i> in the area. A few small trees even grew here. To his surprise, he heard the trickle of a stream nearby. His dreams had held a promise of like minded allies so Jare figured he might as well make himself presentable. The meeting place was close, he could feel it. After he had finished washing his hands and face, Jare paused and looked at his reflection in the stream, somewhat disappointed. He was tall enough, but his frame had a boyish leaness to it. He had hoped to fill out this year, but it looked as though he was indeed his mother's child, thin and gray eyed. His shock of brown hair was too unruly to comb, even at home. He had braided a few strands and those thin braids he pushed back behind his ears. Over his clothes was a light and delicate looking chainmail shirt. Light it indeed was, otherwise Jare would have never made the climb, yet it was tougher than steel. A grieve was on his left arm but not on his sword arm. It was a family custom of sorts that the sword arm be unadorned even in war. His sword lay in a black leather scabbard girt at his side. A small quiver of arrows hung there too. Strapped to his back was a hunting bow. It was all proper. <BR><BR>He unwrapped a gray travel cloak and wore it. The clasp was made of silver and was in the shape of a sword that was nearly broken completely in the middle. The symbol was in honor of his family's greatest ancestor, Duran the Blademaster, who dashed his famed sword upon a rock when he heard his King was slain so many years ago. Though the king was killed, the battle and war was won and the Broken Sword became a symbol of strength in hardship. Jare laughed as he remembered his own title, Young Blade. Ever since he had heard the stories of Duran as a child, he had wielded a sword be it wooden or steel. One day his mother found him trying to girt a steel replica of Duran's sword to his side. Instead of a scolding, she had burst out laughing at the sight of the hilt towering over little Jare's own head as he strove not to let it drop. She had called him the Young Blade and the name stuck, growing into a title even as he grew and showed that he was a true son of Duran with his swordsmanship. Indeed, if it was anyone he missed, it was his mother. But he pushed those thoughts aside. It would not do to become unduly distracted at this stage. <BR><BR>Walking upwards, the sides of the mountain melted away and the only ceiling was one of clear blue. Jare saw a sitting figure in the distance and reflexively moved to unsheathe his sword. But he calmed himself and figured he should walk in unarmed to show his intentions were one of peace. He walked up to the yellow haired man and stared a few moments, sizing him up. Evidently he came from a rich home, thought Jare as he noted the silver armor. But he paused as his eyes passed over a rose delicately engraved into the plate. A pure white rose had figured prominently in his dreams among other obscure signs. <BR><BR>"I am Jare, son of Coram, son of Cuithane.", he announced in a clear voice and calm despite the bared sword in the other man's hand. "I come from the moorlands to the west. Who are you that wears the white rose? I have seen it before in my dreams, and it is because of dreams I have come here."
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Postby Draugluin » Sun Nov 24, 2002 3:47 pm

<i>Draugluin tossed and turned in her bedchamber. She couldn't sleep, had been racked with strange dreams that would not leave her. She was not superstitious, she believed in her Goddess, but not in luck - you make your own luck in this harsh world.</i><BR><i>She lay awake, thinking over what she had seen....after a while, she rose from her bed, grabbed a fur robe and drew it around her pale shoulders. She walked to the window, and looked over her land. Her room was in the top of the highest pinnacle of Caisléan na gCát (Castle of the Cats), her stronghold in the cold North. It was on the edge of the jagged coastland, surrounded by mountains and forest. Her people lived in small clan groups in the forest and grassland. They were a barbaric and ruthless people, happy to live off the pillagings of other, weaker races. They were not evil, unlike their Queen, but they were not a peaceful folk either.</i><BR><i>She left the window and descended the narrow stairs from her room. Her door guards snapped to attention as she passed..</i><BR><BR>"My Queen...is something amiss? What are you...."<BR><BR>"SILENCE FOOL! You dare question me? Get back to your post!"<BR><BR>"At once my Lady..." <i>The guard scrambled back to the door, bowing and scraping. </i><BR><BR><i>"Idiots", the Queen thought to herself. The thought of the dream began to seem more welcome, all of a sudden...She went to her private chapel, deep below the corridors of the castle. Here she felt at peace. She kneeled in front of the statue of the Triple Goddess, her leige, The Morrígna. It was they that gave her power, they that allowed her to rule with such viciousness, they that gave her the power of the Wolf. <BR>When in battle, she was said to be a berserker, slaying all who got in her path with glee. Many said that she took on the form of a huge wolf....she wasn't sure, herself. She would remember heading into battle....then coming to standing covered in blood with the bodies of her foes piled up around her feet with long deep gouges on their bodies...<BR><BR>She beseeched her Goddess...</i><BR>"My Ladies of the Night. I have had a dream, and I wish to know if it was sent by you?"<BR><i>There was no sign that the Goddess had heard...She continued.</i><BR>"I have been told in no uncertain terms that I must leave my people and travel to a far away place, one I have never heard of in all my campaigns - Sliabh na Naofa"<BR><i>At this, the eyes of the statue began to glow and the ground trembled. Draugluin took this as a sign to continue...</i><BR>"Here I am to meet with the High Druid of Eire and five other warriors, to battle a great evil which is set to overcome our world. It is up to us to stop it...I...I wish to go, because....because I fear that I may lose my lands to another!"<BR><i>The eyes of the statue faded and Draugluin could smell the scent of the battlefield. The Goddess approved! Draugluin bowed to the statue and fled to her chambers to prepare.</i><BR><BR><i>It took a week for Draugluin to ready herself, but soon all her preparations were made and she set off alone in the direction told to her in the dream. After three long weeks she came upon a place she had never been before. She saw a mountain, huge and magestic, and upon it burned a fire - a signal fire! She quickly climbed the mountain, and there she saw a man. He was...more than a man...he glowed from within with a great power. His hair shone brightly, his armour shine in the light and his eyes were wise.<BR><BR>One other was there too, a man, she glanced at him, but his attention was firmly with the one bearing the White Rose.<BR><BR>She approached slowly, with her head held high. She was dressed in her robes of state, long and black trimmed with fur and hooded. Her weapons were slung at her side, two hand sheaths equipped with great steel claws. She also had a horn, and a small shield adorned with the Blue Wolf, the crest of her people. She waited for the man to speak first.</i><BR><BR>
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Postby Gliondar » Mon Nov 25, 2002 4:57 am

Gliondar sat alone at the summit of the mountain pondering over the ever diminishing dream. Others would come. Others had received the same message as he. Suddenly an exhausted man (if he was old enough to be called so) of tall stature but fragile build approached and at once he knew the dream was more than his people told. They had laughed at him and what they called his folly - to chase after a beast from the heavens -nay. If they were ought to do anything it was to prepare for an onslaught.<BR><BR>I am Jare, son of Coram, son of Cuithane.", said the boy.. "I come from the moorlands to the west. Who are you that wears the white rose? I have seen it before in my dreams, and it is because of dreams I have come here."<BR><BR>Gliondar stood still holding his sword. Proud he was of his lineage and of the emblem he bore.<BR><BR>"I am Gliondar, son of Ramilan the Great, and wielder of the sword of hope." said Gliondar standing tall. "I have left my people and their scorn and cowardice. I have come as have you because of a message from the Gods. You speak of the same dream I received and no doubt our aim is akin." <BR><BR>Before Jare could reply out from the trees a noble women dark and terrible emerged. She walked with a purpose to the two tall men but did not say anything save through her stare of approval.<BR><BR>"It seems, my lady, that the darkness and the light have been called together to face this foe. I have heard whispers in the winds that a fierce queen of immeasurable strength has been walking the lands alone. Could you be that queen? <BR>
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Mon Nov 25, 2002 8:14 am

A city crafted of starlight, built off the forest floor, rising from behind an enormous wall, rising taller than the tallest trees. A towering, pillared, crystal spire balanced on a dome formed of marble arches stood in the city’s center. It was from this spire that the light beamed most brightly. Flags emblazoned with a variety of crests fluttered majestically atop the walls. Silver, arched spans, graceful and strong, stood ranged around the bottom of the spire itself. Atop these arches were more arches, extending upwards, layer upon layer, until the came together at a sparkling point. Between the arches, white marble walls and clear crystal windows were alternately placed to provide both support and interior lighting. A silver hexagonal door, marked with certain runes, allowed entrance.<BR><BR>Once inside, one would have seen a gilded, bejeweled forest, a realm of enchantment of some kind, a representation for the element of Earth. Peaceful as it might have appeared, it held its own traps, and around it, beasts of all kinds lay in wait for one to stray off the pathway, and to follow his heart and pick up a flower made entirely of jewels. Flames licked the stairs of the Fire level. Heat radiated from walls made of molten lava, more than illusion, for had one dared to stray off the stairway, the flames would become more than real, and the intruder would be killed without mercy. Done entirely in blue crystal and made to look like the floor of the ocean, the water level was populated with the illusions of sea creatures. Light seeping through the blue crystal walls gave the impression of being under the water. One that could easily come true. On the next levels, four giant heads, their cheeks puffed out, glared at each other from the four compass points, each seeming intent on blowing his neighbors to the next realm. Opposing winds gusted and whirled about, making the staircase nearly invisible to one’s teary eyes.<BR><BR>Last was her own level, the level of death. Here, it gave no impressions of size or shape, a vast void of life’s blood spilled out among the sands. Specters hideous and beautiful loomed out of shadows, while demons and their evil kindred walked the level of Death easily. Here was Alayna’s own level, and coiled around the throne, which was wrought in the shape of a dragon with wings outspread and head craned up at the sky and legs resting atop claws gripping balls of gleaming crystal, was a true dragon, whose name was Icingdeath, in the tongue of common men. It was what represented her in all ways, and also her mount in battle. Speaking the guttural language of the demons, she commanded her various informants, who took all forms of evil, to inform her of what the troop of men who wished to defeat her master, Diabhal, was planning. Sweeping her skirt aside, she sat on the throne, stroking Icingdeath as she waited. Suddenly, a goblin appeared, visibly shaken by the appearance of the demons and the great white beast itself. Bowing low, it spoke in a halted and slow manner.<BR>“Milady, the dark master requests your presence for a council.”<BR>“Yes. Of course. I’ll be there shortly.”<BR><BR>When she appeared in the council hall, the marble echoing her booted footsteps, the room itself containing nothing but a table made of crystal, and the five chairs that surrounded it were done in simple, clear lines without decoration of any kind. The crystal flowed around the bodies like clear water, and only a flash of reflected light here and there gave evidence that there was anything real or solid around them. An alcove, somewhere above them all was where their master, Diabhal, would communicate with his chosen five.<BR>Once there, she recognized the leader of the Fire level. Short and full figured, she was dressed for the heat which surrounded her day and night. Wearing a linen blouse that revealed more than it covered, tied in a knot at her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. Leather pants, cut off at the knees, fit her like a second skin. Her skin was tanned a deep golden brown and gleamed with an always present fine sheen of sweat, Her brown hair was parted in the center of her head and hung straight and shining down her back. Her crest was a burning flame against a black background.<BR><BR>Next was the master of Air. He was tall and well-formed, with hair falling in long chestnut curls upon slender shoulders. A soft mustache adorned his upper lip, apparently giving him something to play with when bored, which was generally, and he was dressed in an absolute bouquet of riotous color.. His stockings green, his breeches yellow, his lacy shirt a glaring blue, topped with a mauve cape hanging from his shoulders to the floor, trailing behind him majestically. His crest was something as eye catching and nonsensical as him, a complete riot of color with no sign of any focus at all. However, the colors always seemed to be swirling, like air itself.<BR><BR>Then came the mistress of the Earth level. A woman, tall and lithe, who moved with leonine grace. It was impossible to tell her age. Her skin revealed that she was beyond the bloom of youth, but no lines or wrinkles marred her even features. She was beautiful as a lioness is graceful. Golden, powerful, streamlined. Her eyes blazed a brilliant blue, as hard and calculating as a predator’s. Her hair was cut short, and she wore mainly furs. Her crest was a lioness bearing down upon a stag.<BR><BR>As for the master of Water, a neat, orderly man, his blond hair clipped short, his mustache also clipped and blond. Slightly below two meters, he could be considered tall. His eyes, a gray the color of storm clouds, showed his true feelings. Neat, ordered, cold, calculated, precise. His only indulgence, besides his black outfit, was a cloak of deep blue rimmed with black fur. His standard was the simplest. A plain deep blue banner.<BR><BR>And lastly, herself. She had a heart shaped face, in which a firm mouth, with full lips are set. Her chin, strong without arrogance, the cheekbones high and pronounced. Her eyes, a clear, vibrant blue, but shadowed over by heavy lids and long, thick lashes, they darkened to purple. However, they showed no sparkle and were lifeless, devoid of any hint of compassion or humanity, marking her as mainly an instrument of death, with no space for anything else. Her hair, the color of gold, with a hint of starlike silver to it. She is tall and slender, with muscles well honed from years of hard practice. Dressed in a snow white gown, with waist high slits, and a sash of a blood red fabric across her right shoulder.<BR><BR>Upon taking her seat, the council waited for Diabhal’s own arrival.<BR>
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Postby flammable » Mon Nov 25, 2002 12:14 pm

<i> Deep in the woods there was a small hut: walls wattled from clay, roof made from reed, one window looking to the East, another to the West, with low doorframe, and high chimney-pot. there lived a lady, called flammable, she got that name because of her temper. she was a strange girl and people in the village were gossiping that she is a witch or even a pixie. since she lived far away and the wood was old and scary, only a few have visited her, asking for the advice, for she was known for the wise words. some said she gained that wisdom from fair folk, some thought, it was a wisdom of old raven who was living with her and all agreed, it was a luck, that she lived not in their village. </i><BR><BR><i> flammable awoke in the morning and came outside with the expresion of the face, that could make the milk sour. old raven, who was siting on the roof, giggled and asked: </i><BR>"Too much ale last evening my dear?"<BR>"Shut up, you old talebearer" <i> flammable gave the wicked look to the raven </i> "I saw very strange dream tonight and I definitely gonna eat you, if this dream was send by you!"<BR>"By me?" <i> raven tried to look offended, but flammable could see jolly lights in the bird's eyes" </i> "was it about that dirty troll that lives in the neighbourhood?"<BR>"No" <i> sighed flammable. </i><BR>"Then it wasn't my trick" <i> answered raven and landed on flamm's hand. it usually meant that he was interested. </i> "Tell me!"<BR>"allright... <i> sighed again flammable </i> it was about..."<BR><i> flammable told her dream and with her every word raven became more and more serious (that wasn't very characteristic to him). when she finished her tale, raven flied away and sat on the roof again. </i><BR>"so what do you think?" <i> asked flammable impatiently. </i><BR>"calm down and let me think. women are so impatient!" <i> answered raven and turned from her. </i><BR><i> flammable showed her tongue to the raven and went to the river. when she returned, raven was siting on the fence and waiting for her. </i><BR>"I think you should go and search for that warrior with the white rose." <i> said the raven and from his eyes flammable understood that he already had a counsel with someone of the fair folk. </i> <BR>"how I will find a way? sorry, but even if this dream was send by your heaven relatives, they haven't bothered to put a map into it." <i> said flammable with a light irony. </i><BR>"oh, girl, you want to have everything outright" <i> giggled raven </i> "allright, pack your things, I gonna show you a road".<BR><BR><i> flammable packed her goods, took a stuff and followed the raven. it wasn't easy path and many miles they have left behind. at last they have reached the mountain and raven landed on the rock. </i><BR>"Now you have to go straight up and meet the others who have been called. I have more important affairs to do, than escort you, but if you need me, take this feather and call me. I or any of my kind, will come to aid you." <i> with these words raven flied away and flammable started to climb. </i><BR><BR><i> soon she reached the small wood, surounded by rocks and saw two men and one lady talking there. she came closer and seeing the sign of white rose, smiled to its owner and said: </i><BR>"Greatings, the bearer of White Rose. I'm called flammable and by Their will I came here, to join your quest."<BR><i> She looked at the two others. the man was looking at her with curiousity and she saw a shade of wonder in woman's eyes. she was alike royal princess and flammy... well... she looked like dirty ranger. </i>
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Postby Gliondar » Mon Nov 25, 2002 12:36 pm

Suddenly there appeared a fourth claiming to be sent by The Powers and telling of the same ominous dream which they had all recieved in the night. She was dressed in rags, if one was to be harsh, but inside her Gliondar saw great wisdom. Her eyes were keen like fire and her knowldege seemed well beyond her appearance of years. he at once stood up and lay down his sword for the first time since the dream. He knelt before her with some new found forethought.<BR><BR>"Greetings my lady. I fear we will need all your wisdom on this quest and even so we may not return to each of the lands we love." He then retrurned, embarsed to his seat beside Jare and the noble lady who had not given her name. Where is the High Druid that They promised him? he wondered - perhaps not all of the chosen had come?...
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Postby Draugluin » Mon Nov 25, 2002 2:14 pm

<i>Draugluin stared at the strangers, and they stared back. <BR><BR>She noted surprise in their eyes, but she was used to it. Men did not expect woman to venture alone through the wilderness. She was about to answer the one called Gliondar, when a movement behind her caught her attention.<BR>A maiden appeared over the rise of the mountain. She was strikingly pretty, and this wasn't lessened by the fact that she was....very travelsoiled and seemed unaware of her scruffy appearence. Draugluin's lip began to curl up into her usual sneer, but stopped when she saw the light of wisdom in the maiden's eyes.<BR><BR>She addressed all three.</i><BR><BR>"I am Draugluin, favourite of The Morrígna, The Blue Wolf, Queen of the Two Tribes of the North. I recieved a message to come here, and yes, my Lord Gliondar, I am not one of you pathetic noble spirits. I am here for my own purposes, yet....I would join with you, all of you <BR><i>here she glanced around at the other two</i><BR>to help fight this battle."<BR><BR><i>Having said her piece, Draugluin stepped back and waited to see what would happen.<BR>As she stood, she felt a tremor deep in her soul....a kindred spirit had awoken...she could feel the evil emanating from somewhere to the North and West....yet this evil was different, and not one she wished to meet alone...</i>
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Postby Reislied » Mon Nov 25, 2002 7:44 pm

Gliondar was proud and fair spoken, but Jare nevertheless thought him unmannered. The fact that his sword was still bared was a slight that could not be overlooked easily. After mulling it over, he decided to let the issue drop. Perhaps the man was not as well versed in the ways of a warrior and had only taken up the sword in answer to his dream-summons. He shrugged slightly and turned away only to be met by the sight of a elegantly dressed woman. If Gliondar was proud, this woman was the essence of pride. Like Gliondar, it appeared she simply flew to the top of the mountain as not so much as a speckle of dirt was upon her. <BR><BR>Jare was beginning to think he was the only one who had actually climbed the mountain when yet another appeared. A young girl about as travel worn as he came up and greeted Gliondar. Flammable she called herself, which was curious to say the least. Perhaps she had a temper she prided herself on. She was the least impressive of the three, but Jare figured there had to be something to her. Men all too often had underestimated him due to his youth. Looking about, he noticed Gliondar come up and kneel to the girl. He raised an eyebrow at this but said nothing since the man looked embarrased enough. An emotional man, he thought. Whatever Gliondar saw in her, it was not apparent to Jare. He tried staring at her directly in the eye as it was said you could tell a lot about a person that way. All he saw were eyes. He could tell they were pretty, but not much more. <BR><BR>So he gave that up and listened to what the elegantly dressed one was saying. He threw her a cool glance after she had said her piece and his hand came to rest upon the pommel of his blade. The relative significance of this gesture was impossible to miss and the young man made sure of it. It was never wise to risk the offense of a chosen of the gods, but Jare could be impetous. The Morrígna was once revered in his family, ages and ages ago when savage battles were fought on mere whims. It was whispered that it was she who had blessed the line with uncanny swordsmanship and that Duran Blademaster was once her favored. But it was only whispered. Though it was never outright said, a goddess was after all a goddess, in actions his family had turned their back on her ways long before Duran and that great man had never praised her. There were other gods and goddesses to worship and better ways to live than constantly by the sword. <BR><BR>This Draugluin would cast a shadow over their venture though her divine gifts may well come in handy. But an old saying came to Jare's mind. Cast evil against evil and let each destroy the other. He took comfort in that.
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Postby flammable » Tue Nov 26, 2002 1:11 pm

<i> flammable blushed seeing Gliondar on his knees... she wanted to say something hussy, but remembered to keep her mouth shut right in time. the words he said wasn't very hopeful and for the first time she said to herself "damn, couldn't I stay at home?" just she had no idea how many times she will repeat it in the future!!! </i><BR><BR><i> flammable thought what to answer to Gliondar, as she wasn't used to knight talks, but suddenly that another woman came to her aid and started to speak. flammable sighed with relief and listened to Draugluin. favourite of the goddess sounded serious enough and flamm's opinion about the company improved a little. just that another guy... flammable didn't like how he was staring at her eyes. "typical warrior" thought she to herself "too brave, and too careless". she turned her eyes ostentatiously and looked at the sun. it was an afternoon already and all that they have done was just a talk. </i><BR><BR><i> everyone stood silent for a while and flammable felt a little uncomfortable because of this... it seemed that this silence was hanging in the air and hurting the ears. she coughed and when all of them turned to her, said: </i><BR><BR>"ehem... I'm sorry, but what we have to do next? I mean..." <i> she got a little lost, but continued to speak. </i> "well... It was said in my dream, that I have to come here, but how many of us were called and what orders do you have Gliondar?"<BR><BR><i> she stoped to talk and promised to cook Merfyn, the old raven, for leaving her alone in such delicate situation. </i>
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Postby Draugluin » Tue Nov 26, 2002 2:29 pm

<i>Draugluin waited for Gliondar's acceptance or dismissal (if he dared!) of her. She could feel the eyes of the other man on her - the one called Jare. She turned to glance in his direction and was surprised to see his hand on the pommel of his sword. She met his gaze, and watched him watch her - he stared a little too long for her liking, and she turned away contemptuously. He knew now that she was the Avatar of the Morrígna, and if he didn't like it, there wasn't much he could do about it. She vowed to get to know more about the stranger - after all, her father had told her (before she had killed him) to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, and she was sure that Jare could never be her friend.<BR>She stole a few more glances at him as he turned his gaze on the one called Flammable. He was tall, and young, with broad shoulders and a fighter's stance...<BR><BR>Just then, Flammable spoke up, asking the question that was burning her too - "WHAT DO WE HAVE TO DO NEXT?<BR><BR>She was curious, as in the dream there were supposed to be seven warriors, yet only four stood on the windy mountain top. She shivered a little, and pulled her fur trimmed cloak a little tighter around her. She noticed that despite the fact she was in a flimsy cotten dress, Flammable did not look at all cold...Draugluin was beginning to realise that this slip of a girl could be a lot more powerful than she looked...</i><BR><BR>"Well, I'm not going to stand here doing nothing for much longer. My lands are constantly under threat, and I don't want to be gone when the carnage starts!"<BR><i>declared Draugluin</i><BR>"and I don't know about you, but I'm starving!"<BR><BR><i>With that, Draugluin kneeled on the sparce grass and offered up a swift prayer to her Goddess, then shimmered into wolf form and loped off to hunt, leaving the others staring after her in bewilderment...</i>
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Postby flammable » Tue Nov 26, 2002 2:51 pm

<i> "oh Great Gods" thought flammable to herself, shaking her head "another hothead and in wolf's shape. Merfyn ap Merfyrelyn, you are in trouble my old raven-friend, bother you nine foxes!" she sighed and sat on the ground prepared to wait patiently...
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Postby Draugluin » Tue Nov 26, 2002 5:09 pm

<i>Draugluin ran across the bare mountaintop, relishing the feel of the wind through her fur as her muscles stretched. This was more like it...she felt that this was the form that felt most right. A small copse came into view to the east, so Draugluin swiftly made for it. Surely under its branches she would find food?<BR><BR>There was shelter from the wind here and it was quiet and peaceful. Her ears pricked as she heard twigs breaking somewhere to her left. She slunk along, low on her belly, her blood racing and her mouth salivating in anticipation. <BR>A small deer grazed in a clearing ahead, blissfully unaware that her doom was nigh. Draugluin bunched up her muscles and sprang, felling the deer cleanly and making for the jugular in it's soft throat. The deer made no noise as the spasms of death rippled through it. It was soon lifeless, and Draugluin lifted her muzzle to the Heavens and gave thanks to her Goddess.<BR><BR>She was about to tear into the warm flesh when somehing made her stop. She thought of the others sitting on the bare mountaintop with no food or fire, and felt a pang of guilt.</i><BR><BR>"Now is NOT a good time to develop a conscience"<BR><i>she thought to herself.<BR><BR>She sighed resignedly, and, taking the deer's tail in her mouth, began to drag the carcass laboriously back to the others.<BR>They were standing where she had left them, Flammable and Gliondar in the centre and Jare staring out over the bleak wilderness. Draugluin dragged the meat in front of Gliondar, then shimmered back into human form. She shook out her long dark hair and spoke to the others.</i><BR><BR>"I have brought you dinner. I have caught, do not expect me to cook it for you too."<BR><BR><i>With that, she walked a short distance away, sat on the ground and began polishing her weapons.</i>
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Postby Irmo-Lórien » Tue Nov 26, 2002 5:20 pm

When the wolf lady, Drauglin, had returned and all had eaten their fill from amid the cluttered trees there appeared a lady - high and mighty with a power unconceivable masked within her body. She came silently and the first sound the chosen ones heard of her was her fair voice in their heads. To Jare she turned first and to this boy she said so none could hear:<BR><BR><b> The gods have chosen you - and not lightly. Amoung your people they see you as most precious most heroic of all. Upon this quest you will gain what you desire and prove not only to yourself that the gods have chosen rightly. </b><BR><BR>To Flammable she said:<BR><BR><b> The Gods did not choose you for your prowess in battle but for the wisdom and courage you bare. Upon this quest your allies will turn to you and you must guide them on their path. The faith of this quests survival rests heveay on you - but do not fear help from the air will always be close </b><BR><BR>To Drauglin she said:<BR><b> You question why you are choosen? Both sides of the world will fight this battle for It is a threath to all. You may feel you have forsaken your people but they will understand when the quest is done. I'll leave you with this. Trust those who do not show you trust for without that this will be in vain </b><BR><BR>Finally she turned to the man baerining the white rose:<BR><BR><b> At times it will be you to carry this fight. When all are in dismay it will be you to cheer them with verse. Your feelings will reflect the feelings of your allies. On this journey you must bring hope and joy as your sword alone will not be enough </b><BR><BR>Then the High Druid of Eire withdrew from their minds and said to all<BR><BR>"Follow the north star and the blood filled sky - it is there your redemption will be found. Diabhal knows of you comming and to you he has set his will and beasts. Remember now as death draws nigh no longer distant tha United you must stand - United you must fight. Others have been chosen and others will be sent but now you four must set out and face thy foes. I name you high warriors of the Gods and Champions of the faith of the world.<BR><BR>With those final words the druid was gone and left were the four sitting un-united<BR>
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Postby Reislied » Tue Nov 26, 2002 7:55 pm

Jare looked at Gliondar. Then he looked at Flammable. Then he shook his head. Either they were used to seeing women turning into wolves on a regular basis or they had very good composure. Or perhaps they had similiar powers. This last he doubted though. It was said you were lucky if you met one god-favored in your life time. Or unlucky as was the case sometimes. His shoulders slumped somewhat as he moved towards the mountain edge to see if the Draugluin-wolf was nearby. But his eyes could barely keep up with her fleet form. Things were not going as he expected. He had felt rather good when he met Gliondar. Even if the man was a little rude, unknowingly. Here was a leader to follow into the heart of darkness. Then his spirits had risen yet higher as he saw a lady of seemingly more importance than Gliondar. But after Flammable, things had taken a dark turn. Flammable was one he would have disregarded on any other occasion except this. Surely she had some great power or significance. Jare still wondered what it was though. For a moment he thought of simply asking her, but discarded that almost immediately. He had the feeling she wasn't too pleased with his conduct. <BR>He watched with a rather grim look on Draugluin as she dragged up a fresh kill. Why on earth was she bringing them food? The young man backed off and pondered the implications. Was she trying to gain their trust? At that he almost laughed. It was hard to imagine that high lady beseeching anything or anyone. <BR><BR>It was some hours later when finally, <i>she</i> came. For the rest of his life, Jare would never find the words to describe this woman. She had not been fair beyond others, nor did she seem a warrior, but there was something in that presence that silently demanded his full attention and immediate obesiance. Weighty were her words though lightly spoken and Jare was simply at a loss. He stood and looked at the sky with unseeing gray eyes.
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Postby Draugluin » Wed Nov 27, 2002 12:33 pm

<i>Draugluin watched sullenly as Flammable cut up the meat and laid it on the fire she had lit. The girl had obviously done this sort of thing before, but Draugluin noticed that when it came to removing the head of the dead deer, tears welled in her large eyes.</i><BR>"She will soon lose that compassion on this quest, methinks"<BR><i>Draugluin thought to herself.<BR><BR>When the meat was ready, Draugluin watched as Flammable served it, first to Gliondar, who readily accepted it, and then to Jare, who took a portion but did not eat it. Flammable looked towards Draugluin with uncertainty...</i><BR><BR>"I do not want any. Eat what you will of it, but I prefer my meat raw"<BR><BR><i>At this, Jare looked her way, but she could not read his expression. She opened her mouth to speak to him, but just then a Lady came into view.<BR><BR>She was.....what was she? She seemed tall, but the aura around her made it hard to be sure. She seemed beautiful, but a light shone from her face, obscuring her features. One thing could be certain, though, she was wise and undoubtedly powerful. It emanated from her, and Draugluin could feel the Lady's power like heat upon her face.<BR><BR>Gliondar, Flammable and Jare looked at each other then back to the Lady as she began to speak......</i>
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Postby flammable » Wed Nov 27, 2002 2:09 pm

<i> flammable listened to the words of bright Lady intently. flammable felt honoured by the task she gave to her, but after a minute the joy was replaced by a doubt and worry. she had very dim understanding where and how she should guide the company and the trust appeared to be the heavy burden. <BR><BR>flammable looked at the faces of others and understood, that the bright Lady have said something to them too. she wanted to ask about it, but reconsidered, as she knew that some secrets shouldn't be revealed... she looked at Gliondar's eyes and before she asked the question, he answered it:</i><BR><BR>"We should leave this night, with the rise of the North Star. Be ready."<BR><BR>
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Postby Lady_of_the_Stars » Wed Nov 27, 2002 9:04 pm

<i> Beneath the crumbling ruins of the temple, the company sat licking their greasy fingers, and finally giving up their pride, began to hungrily scour the ashes for any bit of fat that had escaped the eye of a certain comrade. When at last their hunger abated, the company dozed against the aging pillars of Sliabh na Naofa, stomachs purring contently as the sun began to sink beneath the rose-stained horizon.<BR><BR>Just hours ago, they had started to roast the venison on a small fire kindled between several of the fallen columns. Flammable had fashioned a grate of crudely cut sticks, where several strips of meat had hissed and bubbled fiercly beneath the keen tongues of the fire. Now, with the warm presence of food in their depths, night had crept upon them, and the sun, in once last triumph, had cast its scarlet rays upon the crumbling walls of the temple, slowly seeping into the pale marble and dying it a brilliant shade of vermillion. <BR><BR>At last, tiny pin-pricks of light began to appear amidst the violet sky, glittering like diamonds upon the velvet shoulders of the Goddess herself. The sky gave way to a deep tapestry of cobalt, and the stars began to gleam even brighter as midnight approached, now a vivid milky spray scattered across the twiglight. The moon also rose, her ivory cusp breaching the canopy of shadows and perched upon her snowy crest rode the glimmering North star.<BR><BR>Suddenly, a light fell from the heavens, yet unlike that of Diabhal, it was bright and diaphanous, briefly blotting out the moon's ghostly light as it passed her shining face. Yet to those keen of eye, it was no shooting star, but a frail slilhouette spiralling down from the sky, like a pale flame upon the wings of storm, quickly descending from the heavens above. <BR><BR>A shimmering white falcom came to perch upon the marble terrace, stretching its massive wings in a cascade of snowy light, feathers gleaming defiantly amisdt the darkness. It's amber eyes shone brightest of all, glowing softly like the dying coals of a fire, thier golden orbs encompassing the light of both moon and star within their unfathomable depths. The chill night breeze blew a thick wisp of purple cloud to obscure the moon, its light fading for a quick moment. When the gauzy light returned, no longer was there a falcon, but a lady clad in draperies of white, and a crown of hawthown branches upon her brow.<i><BR><BR>~Ilmarien
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Thu Nov 28, 2002 8:55 am

Alayna sat in her crystal chair, nodding her head when a voice, a distinctly male one, spoke from the alcove above.<BR>"Good, all of you are here. Now, let us plan on what we are going to do about that pest and his bunch of heroes." A disembodied hand waved out of thin air, and a globe materialized in front of the waiting lieutenants. Upon closer inspection though, the globe was in truth a map, a map where all the land he had once controlled sat.<BR>"Air, do tell us about what you have scryed so far on their current location."<BR>"According to my, sources, they are currently at a ruined temple. Ruined by our great lord, of course."<BR>"Interesting. And does that temple belong anywhere near a forest?"<BR>"Yes milord. It lies at the edge of one the forest that we have claimed as our own." Earth replied.<BR>"Brilliant. I presume then, that we shall be ready for their intrusion when it comes?"<BR>"We shall be more than ready when they choose to strike." The lord of Water replied calmly, his expression completely unchanged.<BR>"Death, don’t you think it’s time to raise your famed armies of the Undead?"<BR>"Yes sir."<BR>"Good. Then you are dismissed. Go and do your dark jobs now, what you do best. The rest of us shall discuss further. A messenger shall be sent later to inform you of the proceeds, of course."<BR>"Please don’t send goblins. They are unreliable and nearly useless. The last one couldn’t get your message through properly. He was stuttering his way through."<BR>"I’ll be glad to. Now, if you don’t mind?"<BR>Alayna understood the signals, and took her leave from the room.<BR><BR>Once back in her own level, a simple wave of her hand caused the background of the level to change to black, the most suitable environment for her to work her spells. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she began to draw a protective circle about her body . Her knowledge of the various forms of Undead and demons was more than adequate for a simple task like this, but she knew the slightest mistake would claim her life as payment. Before she began the spell, she thought about what she was planning to summon.<BR>Spectral Undead, the most dangerous form of undead as they are typically intelligent and quite powerful. Lacking a corporeal form, Spectral Undead often cannot be hit by non-magical weapons. Also , like most undead, they are largely unaffected by charm magic, cold, poison and illusions. Spectral Undead are usually tied to the material plane by a curse or magic effects, like what she was planning. They would be her main troop, with Skeletal Undead as her shock troops. She would use advanced magic to create Skeletal Undead that are tougher, faster and more resilient than their common counterparts, of course. They are usually very resistant to slashing attacks and almost immune to missile fire.<BR><BR>Grinning, she began the spell, chanting slowly, enjoying the feel of magic rushing through her body, and poured everything into her spell. Those were easy enough to summon, now she would have to cast another spell to make them obey her. Her voice grew louder and more powerful with every moment, even the White opened an interested eye at the proceedings. Flames leaped in their braziers, and every form of the level’s inhabitants were watching everything carefully, all curious as to how this young human could be so powerful in such dark magic. The spell completed, Alayna stumbled back towards her throne, where she collapsed, sweat pouring down around her face, her body exhausted by the rare use of this much magic. But no problem, her magic would be restored, and now, her troops were waiting in the forest for her commands. Closing her eyes, she felt a blissful coolness sweeping down her back, and gave the White a weak grin. It was indeed rare that humans and dragons formed such close relationships, but these two had done it. Stroking the dragon’s magnificent wings, she fell into a muse, contemplating what she would do now, after her shock troops were ready and waiting to be deployed by her.<BR><BR>A goblin appeared in her level. Guessing that it would carry something with it, she motioned to one of her otherworldly assistants to pass it to her. In no time at all, the parchment that had been with the goblin lay in her hand. Calling to the goblin, she hissed,<BR>"Tell the master that his troops are waiting to be deployed, and that they will be when he is ready."<BR>Nodding its head, the little creature vanished the way it came. Smiling, she knew why it had run off so fast. Few could stand the sight of being surrounded by such companions day and night, she was sure. Very sure.<BR>
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Postby flammable » Sat Nov 30, 2002 2:37 pm

<i> flammable looked at the bright bird who landed near them... the beautiful was the bird, the more beautiful was the Lady... It looked like a nice dream, she came to them in the twilight hour, greated the company and was greated herself by Gliondar. <BR><BR>But after a while Flammable awoke from that dreaming state and started to walk around unpatiently. the last ray of daylight disappeared and they really had to depart. The North Star climbed the sky and flooded the ruins with the cold light. At last flammable spoke to Gliondar: </i><BR><BR>"I'm sorry to interrupt your nice talk, but we really have to leave!"<BR><BR><i> Gliondar gave her amused look, but haven't argued with her. The company packed their things and left their camp, heading towards dark forest. </i>
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Postby Gliondar » Sat Nov 30, 2002 2:58 pm

The company left unsure of their path but there feet were marching towards the north satr and for now that would suffice. The darkness covered them from prying eyes and for a long time they were left un bothered. Then the ominous stenched of death rose around them and a forest appeared in the distants...
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Postby Draugluin » Sat Nov 30, 2002 3:20 pm

<i>Draugluin stared at the Lady. <BR>"Another Kelvar?" she thought. "But one of the Light..." <BR>Shaking her head, Draugluin continued to pack her belongings. She had very little with her, so it didn't take long. She stood apart from the others, and watched as they greeted the Lady Ilmarien.<BR><BR>Soon, they were ready to leave, and, following Flammable's directions they headed North. They walked down the side of the mountain, and soon came to a dense forest. It was gloomy, and moisture hung in the air and beaded on her skin. There was a dank and musty smell, and the trees hung low over the rough path, scraping the shoulders of the travellers, and catching in their hair. <BR>They stood for a moment inside the entrance to the forest, looking at one another. No-one spoke, for to speak would break the eerie silence that penetrated the forest. Bats flitted through the eaves of the forest...<BR><BR>At some unanimous silent signal, the party started off into the wood, and the spell was broken. Flammable and Gliondar led the way, talking softly, arguing about directions and rate of travel. After them came Ilmarien, treading softly, and looking around her into the trees. She glowed softly, and lit up the trees around her.<BR>"Who needs a torch when we have this one" thought Draugluin.<BR>Next came Draugluin. She was tense and uncomfortable, and crept along the edge of the path, atuned to every noise and movement. Jare brought up the rear of the group. He had accepted the role of rearguard with no complaint. Draugluin glanced back at him. He walked confidently with his hand on the pommel of his blade. (Did he ever remove his hand?) He stared back at her, and pointed towards the front of the group. She knew what he was implying - you do your job and I'll do mine.<BR><BR>Soon, they came to a fork in the path. Both directions looked identical, and Flammy and Gliondar whispered furtively together. <BR>Draugluin stood uneasily, moving from one foot to the other. The hem of her robe was soaking, and her boots had let in water.</i><BR><BR>"Why have we stopped? Do not presume to tell me you don't know where we are going?"<BR><BR><i>Draugluin sighed and turned on her heel, almost crashing into Jare. She stepped lightly around him, and then sat on a tree stump to await their next move....</i>
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Postby Lady_of_the_Stars » Mon Dec 02, 2002 8:14 pm

<BR><i>Ilmarien acknowledged the company with a slight nod of her head, and seated herself upon the crumbling stones. She sat there for a time, humming softly to herself and and gazing upwards into the dazzling night sky. <BR><BR>It soon came the time for the company to depart, and as others around her packaged up their belongings and doused the fire, she filed herself into the centre of a great line, that quickly began to slither into the eaves of the forest beyond.<BR><BR>When the canopy of the wood finally closed about the heads of the travellers, a soft gloom settled upon them, slowly but surely masking every pale beam of the moonlight above. The narrow path wound its way about the knarled trunks of many ancient elms, gauzy beards of moss draped over their cracked and aging boughs like cobwebs of filmy green. The company continued towards the heart of the forest, and all was silent, except for the faint whisper of leaves dancing across the humid forest air. At last, the darkness became complete, and only the soft radiance illuminating from Ilmarein's brow led the way.<BR><BR>Suddenly, she felt faint vibrations race across the humid air, resounding upon the entangled branches like a harper swiftly plucking the taught stings of his instrument. She glanced about her cautiously, and soon realised that it was only she who seemed to notice this phenomenon. The vibrations increased and she suddenly balked, for it felt as if thousands of waves were pummeling her against the sheer and rocky coast. <BR><BR>Then, the noises began, quick and gutteral cries, the sound was unearthy, and their pitch was of that which no mortal creature can make.<BR><BR>Something was definitely wrong. <BR><BR>Ilmarien quickly made her way to the front of the line, passing Flammable in one swift stride and took to the side of Gliondar, his ivory armour glimmering softly in the violet gloom. She easily matched his pace, and even though she was small and frail, Ilmarien almost matched the height of the tall warrior. She leaned towards his taught face, the scent leather and sweat wafting into her nostrils, and tilted her head slightly upwards so that she could whisper into her ear. Her voice was soft and silvery, much like a sweet lullaby of the heavens above.<BR><BR>"My Lord, Evil lies within this forest, and though you may not feel it, I fear it draws near. This may be of no concern to you, but this menace is not of our realm, for I hear a song of the spirits, and know that they have been awakened from a world beyond our own. They have caught our scent, and and are now biting at our heels- they will strike within the hour. Stay on your guard, for your weapons will be of no use here, these demons appear in numerous forms, many designed to decieve the wary eye. Spread the message down the line, and we should search for a place where battle will be to our advantage. I mean no offence to you my Lord, but it best if I lead the company for the moment."<BR><BR>Her eyes aburptly shifted to a brilliant hue of jade, and her gaze flitted about the tree tops, keenly searching the advancing shadows of the forest. <BR><BR>~Ilmarien <BR>
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Tue Dec 03, 2002 8:18 am

Alayna, while resting in her own chamber, was soon awoken, by a voice ringing in her skull. <BR>"Death, they have already assembled. Arouse your Undead. They will need to be ready."<BR>"I cannot, for my magic is still too drained for me to cast another spell, the one to fully awake them."<BR>"I will pass you some of my magic. That might assist you, for I doubt we have the time for you to fully reclaim your full powers."<BR>"Can you put Kaimirith and his scavengers to the task of being rid of them instead of me? I can lend my support only later."<BR>"Foolish child. I will lend you my own power. But are you willing to accept it? For my power is raw, unlike the kind you are used to."<BR>"I know I have not a choice."<BR>"Excellent. Now feel my power surge through you."<BR><BR>A tingle touched her body, then exploded into a burning sensation, as if burning her from within. She could see what lay beneath her hands clearly, for the surge was so strong that it twisted her gut, making her feel like heaving. But somehow she knew she would have to endure this, or risk being eliminated. Enjoying the power, welcoming it instead to fighting it, she allowed it to refill the bottomless drain that lay beneath her. <BR><BR>Once that was done, she decided to summon one last form, before pitting her army against the future heroes. Taking her seat in the protective circle, she used that last spell to summon a particular demon, one whom she knew had experianced some grief at the hands of potential heroes. He would suit her purposes best, she knew, and soon, a form began to take shape in the leaping flames of the brazier that burned nearby. A grotesque head, strangely reminiscent of a monkey's, with protruding tusks soon appeared, and a guttural voice asked.<BR>"Who is it that summons me?"<BR>"It is I, Alayna. I have heard of your sufferings at the hands of those good folks, and have come to offer you a chance for revenge."<BR>"A chance?" The demon's voice was a bit trepadious, even more so when it heard what his summoner was promising him.<BR>"Would you like to accept it?"<BR>"Yes. Then we can pain many people together."<BR>"Now come into my realm."<BR><BR>Now she had a general, who would be able to caution her on what to take note of when fighting against them. Resuming her stance, she did her last chant, the one to bind her dark forces to the current plane of existence. Awakening bodies who had not seen the world in years, and skeletons whose ancient limbs creaked with protest at every step, whose swords would sound like nails against a wall, only magnified by countless times. Spectres would loom, nearer to the ground, where the mist would hide them from prying eyes. They were a fearsome force indeed, one with long deceased kings leading their charge. Not exactly pleased to make those heroes lose this battle, she decided to create a catch to her whole plan. The idea was whether they would catch on in the frenzy of the ensuing battle. She decided to use a box formation, one that would offer her king all the protection he could possibly need.<BR><BR>Carefully arranging the force such that even the skeletal archers would be in trees, flanking the king on all sides, with a bunch of other 'men' around him. The stench of rotting dead would be enough to put them down, and the sight of spectres and skeletons fighting together was enough to scare all but the bravest. For their sake, she hope they were daring enough to try attacking the king.
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Postby Merfyn_ap_Merfyrelyn » Tue Dec 03, 2002 11:58 am

<i> The black raven landed on a branch, caughed and spoke to the travelers in a human voice: </i><BR><BR>"Good evening to the friends of flammable. Nice night to take a walk, isn't it? "<BR><BR><i> The raven giggled for a while then started to talk again. </i><BR><BR>"Oh, well, I guess you don't share my opinion, it's much more fun to fly, than to walk on foot. Oh, my girl, don't look at me this way... I just wished to chat for a while... <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-rolleyes.gif"border=0> Maybe later <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> "<BR><BR><i> The raven giggled again, then looked at Ilmarien and his birdish he became all serious. </i><BR><BR>"You are right, the bright Lady, the evil crawls closer and closer... I saw an army of undead, leaded by fallen kings and even worse creatures of the inferno. You shouldn't stay here if you want to see the next daylight. Follow me, I'll show you a place where you may have a chance at least... Though there is very little hope for you..."<BR><BR><i> Raven flew away into a night and a company followed him in a rush. Almost runing they have reached a rocky field. At the West side of it there was bare hill and a few rocks on the top of it formed something alike ruined defence. A few trees were growing on it, rowans and sycamores. </i><BR><BR>"Here I would leave you my friends" <i> said the raven </i> "This is your fight, not mine. <i> and he flew away with these words. </i>
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Postby Gliondar » Tue Dec 03, 2002 2:52 pm

The ominous words of this lady chilled Gliondar's heart. Our weapons would be no use here? Our quest was truly beginning he thought. He hand squezed ever more upon his hilt not because he dd not believe her warning but beacuse of the safety it gave his worried soul.
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Postby Reislied » Tue Dec 03, 2002 7:49 pm

Jare spat as he contemplated the the message passed down. "Demon or no, I'll take my chances with steel." the swordsman said, with the shadow of a grin upon his face. Fear underlied his words, but like all warriors had since time beyond mind, it was pushed so far back as to appear non-existant. <BR><BR>He was the latest son of a line so renowned for their swordsmanship that they were called blademasters. Throughout his short life, his sword had seen him through too many a tight spot. He would not abandon it so readily. "If it walks this world..." Jare said with a cool confidence, "...it must take hurt..." <BR>
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Postby Gliondar » Wed Dec 04, 2002 11:16 am

Gliondar's sword, Dochas, still laid grasped in his hand. It was his fathers sword and many battles had it seen and survived - none under his control. He had never fought before but many said that his fathers fire burned yet inside him. We will see he said. This sword will soon be singing again.<BR><BR>It was then their quest truly began. It was then they bagan to realise their peril. As they sat in the field their surroundings began to close upon them like a desending mist. There were screams of anger from the darkness and shots of apparently lightning. Gliondar stood and raised his sword. He would now fight. He would fight for his people for these lands and for the gods. Now the battle had begun...
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Postby Draugluin » Wed Dec 04, 2002 4:47 pm

<i>Draugluin ran with the others. <BR>She was well used to the forces of Evil, being a commander of their Legions herself. She knew that while brute force and clever swordsmanship would defeat the lesser demons, it would take more to defeat the Skeleton King that had just appeared on the battlefield.<BR><BR>The Lady of Evil had begun by throwing waves of undead at the party, but their weapons soon obliterated them. Undead were no match for the quick reflexes of the warriors. <BR>Flammable ran in and out of the company, tending wounds, adjusting armour and shouting encouragement.<BR><BR>Draugluin had been battling hard with her SteelClaws strapped on her hands but as the new wave of skeletons appeared, she decided it was time for more drastic action.<BR><BR>She stepped to one side and, deftly ripping through the jugular of an undead that had ventured too close, began to scream a prayer to her Goddess. The others had seen her change once before, when she had gone hunting, but this was different. Then, she had taken the form of one of her common Brethern, an ordinary wolf, but this was different. A red light suffused her as she writhed in agony. The light grew brightly, temporarily blinding all those who stared at it. <BR><BR>When it faded away, in the place where Draugluin stood was a huge beast. Wolven in shape, but 8 foot tall, it was covered in black fur and at the ends of its huge muscled arms and feet were long clawed paws. It's thick sinewy neck sat on brad shoulders. As the others looked into its face, past the snarling jaws and sharp teeth, they could see intelligence in its orange eyes.<BR>It opened its mouth to speak, and as it did, they could hear Draugluin's voice ringing in their heads. </i><BR><BR>"Fight you fools, fight! Or you will die! And I don't want to have gone through all that for nothing...."<BR><BR><i>With that, the WolfQueen turned and flung herself into the fray, swinging out left and right, felling all that came near her. However every step she took pained her, and at each blow she struck, a fleeting grimace of agony passed over her lupine features...</i>
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