\\Sounds like Mauric had some fun. And the folks are restless after I fired them up since the prison meeting. Although I wonder which one is better for Festhall, server interaction or forum?
Hope you won't mind, Krayt? ;)
A Book Full Of Riddles...
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*Krayt
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(( Not at all, go ahead with the Festhall.))
He grinned as he learned the creature healed itself. He had been troubled that it was dying and wasn't sure how positive enrgy would effect it. He vied the greater calamity against personal pleasure, realeasing this little bugger on the prime of Ortho sure would be a blast. But if the Doomguard could turn this into a biological weapon countless of primes would fall, the faction could become a unstoppable force of ruin throughout the multiverse. But it needed to be honed and perfected, if all sense of structure could be removed aside from that of pain, anger and hatred. A eternal crusader of doom renewing itself in a cycle of sufferance whose only hope of relief is to fight until everything was destroyed. But was it even cabable of feelings? Could it be made to feel them?
"Well farlander be careful where turn those curious eyes of yours even madness can madden as a flame devoured by a greater flame. The spiral winds downward and there is only regression towards the end."
He would attempt to find the undead later but now his newly found friend had the priority, determinded to wring every last drop of usefulness out of it.
He grinned as he learned the creature healed itself. He had been troubled that it was dying and wasn't sure how positive enrgy would effect it. He vied the greater calamity against personal pleasure, realeasing this little bugger on the prime of Ortho sure would be a blast. But if the Doomguard could turn this into a biological weapon countless of primes would fall, the faction could become a unstoppable force of ruin throughout the multiverse. But it needed to be honed and perfected, if all sense of structure could be removed aside from that of pain, anger and hatred. A eternal crusader of doom renewing itself in a cycle of sufferance whose only hope of relief is to fight until everything was destroyed. But was it even cabable of feelings? Could it be made to feel them?
"Well farlander be careful where turn those curious eyes of yours even madness can madden as a flame devoured by a greater flame. The spiral winds downward and there is only regression towards the end."
He would attempt to find the undead later but now his newly found friend had the priority, determinded to wring every last drop of usefulness out of it.
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*Rainbow Prism
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//Actually, was thinking of Niflheim...
It was about time. There was little time to waste.
She must get that relic.
There was a crawling suspicion that somebody is watching her progress...
Using magical means of Sending, Sillxhistraja asked Ku for assistance, in short describing who else accompanies them.
It was about time. There was little time to waste.
She must get that relic.
There was a crawling suspicion that somebody is watching her progress...
Using magical means of Sending, Sillxhistraja asked Ku for assistance, in short describing who else accompanies them.
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*Krayt
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((Don't mind being beaten to it either.
He returned after the delivery, and yet another delivery of another nature. Seeking those festering pits of decay. He used a scroll of detect undead followed by a scroll of detect disease before he went into the dark tunnels hell bent on finding this creature. He trailed sources of water stemmed stale and clogged with corpses embracing eachother as well as various garbage. In such fashion he descended deeper and deeper. Upon chancing into a grater undead of any type he would attempt to dominate it with a scroll rather than dispose of it quickly as he did with the occational goblins that tried to halt his descent.
He returned after the delivery, and yet another delivery of another nature. Seeking those festering pits of decay. He used a scroll of detect undead followed by a scroll of detect disease before he went into the dark tunnels hell bent on finding this creature. He trailed sources of water stemmed stale and clogged with corpses embracing eachother as well as various garbage. In such fashion he descended deeper and deeper. Upon chancing into a grater undead of any type he would attempt to dominate it with a scroll rather than dispose of it quickly as he did with the occational goblins that tried to halt his descent.
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*Selebius
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((All hunts can be both done in game and here in forums.
However as soon somebody started something it stays where it has been started.
For example Mauric hunts the scythe here in forums- so I will not do this as an event in game as long as Krayr does not request this move. Why? To be fair of course. Some cannot participate in the events because of RL and of course I still want those being able to get their share of the story and action.))
It takes a few hours of dedicated hunt until Mauric finds what he is looking for. Reaching the spot where this undead was hiding was difficult as well- crawling through tubes slick with acidid and infectious goo, crossing bodys of 'water' which fumes alone are deadly.
When he reaches his prize he sees a creature made up of many individial corpses, stitched together, magguts and bugs surrounding it, pus and slime leaking from its many sores and boils- its body covered with scabs and scars.
The stench is heavy, the air putrid and warm but the undead seems to slumber, resting on its pile of filth.
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(( Prism- I'll prepare Nifl for the next in game event then.
However as soon somebody started something it stays where it has been started.
For example Mauric hunts the scythe here in forums- so I will not do this as an event in game as long as Krayr does not request this move. Why? To be fair of course. Some cannot participate in the events because of RL and of course I still want those being able to get their share of the story and action.))
It takes a few hours of dedicated hunt until Mauric finds what he is looking for. Reaching the spot where this undead was hiding was difficult as well- crawling through tubes slick with acidid and infectious goo, crossing bodys of 'water' which fumes alone are deadly.
When he reaches his prize he sees a creature made up of many individial corpses, stitched together, magguts and bugs surrounding it, pus and slime leaking from its many sores and boils- its body covered with scabs and scars.
The stench is heavy, the air putrid and warm but the undead seems to slumber, resting on its pile of filth.
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(( Prism- I'll prepare Nifl for the next in game event then.
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*Krayt
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Crawling out ot the tube, he hopped down still being showerd by what barely could count as water from above he landed in the pool below. With a splash he sank knee deep in the soft substatance that was likely a mixure of rotten flesh and other bio waste. He felt a shoal eel-like creature slithering vibrantly against his chainmeshed reinforced trews.
Gazing upon th creature through the obscuring flittering of straying water drops born from the impact of the falling water from the tube he just left. Enen though he wa something of a sensate when it came to the macabre his lungs couldn't bear what his mind wanted to feed on the fetid polluted air nearly suffocated him and he had to wind his reeking wet cloak around his neck and mouth to at the least filter it slightly.
((If the splashing of his landing woke it up or in any case didn't attack him straight away))
With his usual optimistic and dauntless tone he spoke. Holding his left hand Close the the skeletal basked of his rapier knowing the creature might not be all to happy about his intrusion if it was sentinent at all.
"Good I have been seeking you. You have quite the repute down here. But it could grow further still. The reverence you should recieve from my fellow doomguards, surely this is below such a magnificent greature such as you. We could do much for you indeed."
He awaited the beings response in a uneasy suspense.
Gazing upon th creature through the obscuring flittering of straying water drops born from the impact of the falling water from the tube he just left. Enen though he wa something of a sensate when it came to the macabre his lungs couldn't bear what his mind wanted to feed on the fetid polluted air nearly suffocated him and he had to wind his reeking wet cloak around his neck and mouth to at the least filter it slightly.
((If the splashing of his landing woke it up or in any case didn't attack him straight away))
With his usual optimistic and dauntless tone he spoke. Holding his left hand Close the the skeletal basked of his rapier knowing the creature might not be all to happy about his intrusion if it was sentinent at all.
"Good I have been seeking you. You have quite the repute down here. But it could grow further still. The reverence you should recieve from my fellow doomguards, surely this is below such a magnificent greature such as you. We could do much for you indeed."
He awaited the beings response in a uneasy suspense.
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*Selebius
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The creature seems to have slept or it is in trance or its grip on reality is a questionable one.
It squints the eyes of one of its heads, speaks with the mouth of another one:
"I do nothing. Not anymore. My reputation will fade, I will fade, everything I was will be gone, everything I might have been wil be lost. Who are you to seek me out? Why interrupt my dreams of decay?
The doomguards are known to me parts of me walked their way... long, long ago.
So what do you seek? Decay? Corruption of the pure? The slow death eating on body and soul?"
It squints the eyes of one of its heads, speaks with the mouth of another one:
"I do nothing. Not anymore. My reputation will fade, I will fade, everything I was will be gone, everything I might have been wil be lost. Who are you to seek me out? Why interrupt my dreams of decay?
The doomguards are known to me parts of me walked their way... long, long ago.
So what do you seek? Decay? Corruption of the pure? The slow death eating on body and soul?"
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*Selebius
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"What do I know about this relic....", the creature's voice training off for a moment, then when it speaks again the voice is faint, the creature often using different mouths to form each word, then overall effect quite unsettling.
"It has no value, it has no power but for those who follow Nerull's faith. It was hidden in my care as here it can grow while also being shielded from simple scrying..... but I do not care about it nor that man's goals and dreams. They will fade soon enough."
Another pause and the creature shifts again, the mound of corpses that spoke to maurric vanishing in the filthy pool while at the same time a new collection of corpses rises behind him to continue the conversation.
"The man.... yes that man. Derl Genthess he called himself, a thief of power he called himself, boasting from taking power from all creatures with a divine spark, from the planes and even the gods themselves.
He told me about his dream, of using this relics to make the key to unlock the power of the gods, rendering them helpless and broken while he grows to be the master of all.
Ambitious dreams but everything ends in ash."
"It has no value, it has no power but for those who follow Nerull's faith. It was hidden in my care as here it can grow while also being shielded from simple scrying..... but I do not care about it nor that man's goals and dreams. They will fade soon enough."
Another pause and the creature shifts again, the mound of corpses that spoke to maurric vanishing in the filthy pool while at the same time a new collection of corpses rises behind him to continue the conversation.
"The man.... yes that man. Derl Genthess he called himself, a thief of power he called himself, boasting from taking power from all creatures with a divine spark, from the planes and even the gods themselves.
He told me about his dream, of using this relics to make the key to unlock the power of the gods, rendering them helpless and broken while he grows to be the master of all.
Ambitious dreams but everything ends in ash."
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*Krayt
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He digged his finger into a chest belonging to some dead unidentifiable humanoid carcass bloated til the bursting point. With some efforted he pulled himself up from the pool walking closer to the creature.
He spoke with compassion and flaming conviction. "Truth in every statement side for one alone. I did not came to rouse you from your wandering within your dreamscape. I came to walk the dream with you. I came to see the dream end, that which we all walk. It is time. "
"We will all be devoured by oblivion. Our achivements distorted and until the final inevitable end consumes it in full. Look to those contorted images of long dead heros, time have twisted the truth to such a irrecognisable shapes that it is far less real than a dream. A feeble child set upon a throne forced to abide the lords whims becomes the conquring hero and so on. Our legacy means nothing. Yet we could end it all ourselves instead of being the thralls of time and the minds of others. We could set ourselves free. And oh could we have fun while we're at it."
"Upon that final road I happen to stumble on some interesting knowledge. A missing set of relics. Amongst them a scythe blade belonging to the god Nerull or his Church, I came so that we may seek it together."
He spoke with compassion and flaming conviction. "Truth in every statement side for one alone. I did not came to rouse you from your wandering within your dreamscape. I came to walk the dream with you. I came to see the dream end, that which we all walk. It is time. "
"We will all be devoured by oblivion. Our achivements distorted and until the final inevitable end consumes it in full. Look to those contorted images of long dead heros, time have twisted the truth to such a irrecognisable shapes that it is far less real than a dream. A feeble child set upon a throne forced to abide the lords whims becomes the conquring hero and so on. Our legacy means nothing. Yet we could end it all ourselves instead of being the thralls of time and the minds of others. We could set ourselves free. And oh could we have fun while we're at it."
"Upon that final road I happen to stumble on some interesting knowledge. A missing set of relics. Amongst them a scythe blade belonging to the god Nerull or his Church, I came so that we may seek it together."
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*Selebius
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The creature moves and as it does the whole room seems to shift and Mauric realizes that its roots go deep, that this os perhaps just the tip of a great mound of corpses, all connected with rach other, all slumbering, caught in their own dream while oblvion slowly claims them.
"The blade you seek and I can help you to find it. It was entrusted to me by one who had bold dreams- dreams of both power and loss, slow decay and viscious destruction.
Tell me now, seeker and fellow walker on the road of ruin- why do you want it?"
((as my schedule got quite tight this week I havce to postpone the event I have planned today to a later date. ))
"The blade you seek and I can help you to find it. It was entrusted to me by one who had bold dreams- dreams of both power and loss, slow decay and viscious destruction.
Tell me now, seeker and fellow walker on the road of ruin- why do you want it?"
((as my schedule got quite tight this week I havce to postpone the event I have planned today to a later date. ))