By TheGuy | May 2, 2013
By Horelipo Palusm the Historian
To complete the spells seven volunteers were selected each being from a different race and each possessing unique abilities from the seven schools of magic. The men and women were of noble and upright character honorable in all the virtues. Most importantly, each of the seven willingly offered themselves as a sacrifice to complete the spells. As the spell completed the seven were transformed into great pillars that glowed and pulsed to stand guard forever over the spot. As long as the pillars remained intact the great dragons shall remain sealed away for all time. Here in are listed the names of those who gave themselves that we may be free.
Zodameran Lowmag, the Mage
Mazrim Taomor the, Sorcerer
Raolin Darksbane, the Bard
Eamon Valda, the Necromancer
Rhada Asunwa, the Cleric
Morgan Willowleaf, the Wizard
Canthos Ravangaul, the Druid
By Fadeen | May 1, 2013
Yes this was a world different then Equinox, and the interaction here.. between the Shadow Realm and the world he found himself as inherently different.. but it lent itself to a range of abilities he had not enjoyed in the land he had been reborn to.. Powers he found himself enjoying..
He had turned over and over what was to be done now that his training was nearing it's end.. First one sharpened a blade, but one did not do to simply tuck it in one's belt.. A blade must be put to task.. So too was it with him.. He had considered merely resuming the wandering he had enjoyed so in life.. After all the tie that had bound was gone.. he no longer had his family, his home.. nothing to keep him here..
And yet.. He was inherently vulnerable absent a place to return to.. inherently at risk.. in danger.. He had never understood for so long why his Mother preoccupied so much time with manipulating human politics, why his Father played at being councilman.. After all what was the purpose of trying to impress the kine.. He had never spent time trying to pass himself off among the cattle when he was alive..
But now, in this strange place absent the safety net and the protection their long years of building had made.. he saw the merit to it.. There was more of course.. Absent Ombres, and the endless blanket of darkness even daily existence was more troubling.. the sun rose everyday and though he could withstand it for sometime if he was well fed.. inevitably it would pain him.. and as he weakened, who was to say.. He could feed for now in relative safety.. but what if he chose to turn her.. even as it was how many had he ended carelessly to feed his thirst back home..
Now he had but one.. and he couldn't risk her.. So now.. now was the reason to see the merit of an estate surrounded by servants, guardsmen.. pliable weak minds.. those that could be used.. and left to their devices, thinking their experiences odd dreams.. and if he did make the mistake of taking too much..?
Well.. work at a distant estate could sometimes be subject to unfortunate happenstance.. who was to ask too many questions.. if he was the Lord of the Land in which he chose to reside...
A small smile came to his lips as he sat in the dimly lit room of the Vesper inn.. he raised his hand outstretching his fingers, as the wisps of shadow slowly climbed his fingers lacing lazily around like twin snakes..
After all.. wasn't he the Son of a Lord.. in his homeland a prince.. surely he could find his way back to Lordship here...
House Phyrexia shall rise again..
~Solus in tenebris~
(Alone in the Darkness)
By Dantares | May 1, 2013
His friend would do as he always did, scour the area for the horde so coveted by these creatures. Damion would be granted pause to reflect on what he had witnessed as he looked over the beasts carefully placed wounds. The only signs of life the creature had once led being the soft rising ribbons of smoke and steam eminating from lacerations and noistril.
He would think of the common folk, so delicate and innocent to the ways of combat, that he would curiously conjure within his mind an appropriate sum of them it would take to fell this creature as efficiently as a single man just had.
Damion called out "Anything good?!"
"Just some coin, and another map.." Synbios sighed beneath his helm and shook his head slowly, clearly in awe of the sheer mountain of parchment they had gathered in a similar fashion. "Just what we need eh?" Although he could not see it Damion knew Synbios was smiling.
"There will come a time my friend where we shall be unable to close the treasure map chest!" Damion chuckled in his gentle way and returned his friend's suspected smile.
In that very instant a jet of sticky liquid flame shot directly between the two. So hot and close that Damion instinctively shielded his face and averted his eyes. It drew a line of flames that licked the air nearly twenty feet above, gently teasing the stone roof of the cave and dancing amongst the stalactites. "Synbios!!??" Damion yelled through the flames, but of his friend he could see nor hear any sign. He had no choice but to assume that Syn had either fallen or had fled to acquire better ground to make his stand.
Chanting softly Damion gathered whirling white hot strands of energy from the surrounding air, weaving them into an intricately latticed bolt of energy, and hurling it at the Dragon as hard as he could. The bolt screamed through the air and struck true, burning a small hole through the delicate leathery skin that formed the great wings. A moments celebration was quickly cut short as the wound sought only to enrage and annoy the Dragon, who answered in kind furling his wings and chanted in the guttural draconic tongue. In an instant a great burst of fire engulfed him and all that he could see, followed by a great explosion to his chest that sent the Wizard back through the air in a heap. His staff firmly wrenched from his grasp embedded into the cave wall with a crystalline crackling snap that shook the ground nearby, cracks sprouting all around as the force of the impact had driven it through the solid stone. Singed and bloodied Damion was unable to stand, relegated only to roll his head and gaze up to the vehicle of his oncoming doom.
The Dragon sauntered over to his prey, savoring the delight of the impending kill. It hunched down to escape the fingers of the low ceiling where he had flung his enemy, roaring loudly as from within the deepness of his mouth a brilliant sun would flare, flames licking through its throat and growing as it was fed as a furnace.
It was at that moment a terrible crack was heard from beyond the beast, a loud shriek escaping its maw as it sought to reach its long neck back behind itself. The Dragon groaned and let out a horrible low grumble as its head fell down to the floor, its wings falling limp against its body as it crashed down to the floor. An odd scraping of rock against metal was heard, seeming to come closer and closer to him. Before long a charred gauntlet was seen, then at once a helmet and the eyes beneath it seemed to smile at Damion.
"Synbios?" Damion coughed as the rising smoke from the corpse was pooling in the small alcove. "I had wondered where you went!"
Synbios waved at Damion and the two caught their breath, only to burst out in a chorus of fatigued laughter.
By MarcieEve | May 1, 2013
Finding a companion had been easier than she had imagined. The mage was everything she had hoped to find, and he was good. She now had a two leg home, a place to start, an ear to whisper into. The fear rarely eased, but the duty remained the same. To learn to trust again, the vulnerability of changing, and of walking on two. Yet he seemed to understand, she could feel his strength, and his eyes masking much wisdom. Yes, he would be the one, To help her start, to help her build strength. To fight what, she only wish she knew. A slim hand snaked out from under the cloak and touched him softly on the forehead, her pointer and middle finger slid softly to the side and rested on his temple. She applied a slight pressure and furrowed her brows concentrating. Her eyes closed and after a few moments she let out a long breath, the pressure swelling in intensity, not painful, leaving him more aware, with a heavier weight. A small sweat broke out as her body temperature started to elevate. Her concentration suddenly shattered with a tangible 'snap'ing sension*
*She pants softly her arms wrapping around herself, energy drained from the effort*
*Looks at her concerned* are you ok bunny? *hugs her*
*She dips her head curling into the embrace as her body twitches once then quickly shrinks turning back into a bunny form.*
*He carries bunny carefully sitting down at first, then laying down on his bed. He bunches up his cloak making a little bed and setting her down carefully, laying his head down close as he slips into sleep*
By TheGuy | May 1, 2013
By Horelipo Palusm the Historian
The Cowled Wizards, in search of a way to banish the dragons, discovered what came to be known by them as the “The Lost Druid Grove.” This grove was most assuredly not in any of the known lands. They surmised that it could be located on a very far away continent or possibly even in a different dimension. Its exact location was of little consequence to them; however, They discovered the grove had what could only be described in these pages as "shimmering magic pools of liquid" scattered throughout. These "pools" of strange liquid were found to function much the same as moon gates might. Allowing one to travel with relative ease from one location to another.
The Wizards, in their search for a solution to rid the lands of the greater dragons quickly surmised a plan to banish the dragons. These wizards through use of these strange pools located in the lost druid grove, and that is exactly what they set out to do.
By TheGuy | April 30, 2013
By Horelipo Palusm the Historian
As the lands raged. The races fought among one another with no end in sight. A small group of mages gathered together with the sole purpose of finding a way to put an end to the greater dragons once and for all. Thus was formed the first council of The Cowled Wizards.
These mages looked far and wide for a way in which they might rid themselves of the greater dragons. High and low they searched; pouring over countless writings found it ancient texts, scrolls and tomes. Each attempt they made to rid themselves of the great winged beasts seemed to be in vain. Until on one day they stumbled across an old tome called "The Book of Kaza". In it they read of a place once protected and controlled by druids. It was this place that they sought out in hopes of finding a solution to their problem.
By Cubby | April 30, 2013
I was just a college student living the dorm life, and enjoying my studies. Veterinary sciences...ironic right. I always had an affinity for the wilderness. I used to spend hours hiking in the forest behind our house, and playing hide and go seek. Man those were good times, anyway. Classes were going good, and i was making the most off that free ride my dads native american heritage got me. I had a smoking girlfriend, a crapton of money from financial aid, and a bomb car. I mean what else could anyone ask for. But then came the change.
It was a night not unlike any other of those days. We had a 30 pack, a lot of music, and a batch of condoms ready to go. Then Glenn showed up. See Glenn was my new girls ex, and he really didn't like the ex part. He made it a habit to follow us around and tell her how horrible of a guy i was, and all this shit. It was kinda pathetic. But tonight i guess glenn grew some big ones. He threw the first punch, but mine was better. As he hit the floor he arose with a knife. I was freaking at this point cause well...OWWW. He lunged at me and i couldn't get out of the way in time. The knife pierced my stomach and before i knew it the whole world was red. I awoke to pools of blood and body parts. My heart filled with rage, and my head with fog. So i ran. I ran, and i ran, and i ran till noone knew my face or name. To the old reservation my dad grew up at. It was there i found out what I am, and my purpose. You're a werewolf boy. We kill the bad things. ....Kill the bad things he says. I am one of the bad things. It took me awhile to cope. see everyone does some crazy shit on their first change. Sits and spins the Wendigo ragabash killed his pop. Friggin brutal.
So i went about learning the ways of the wolf. They taught me to hunt, track, and kill. To honor Gaia and her gifts, and the beat the ever living shit out of the wyrm. This was my calling, and i loved it. The freedom, the power, the joy. But like everything good in life work had to ruin it. See as a cub you get to train and play and have fun, but once you gain rank its itme to work. So now i spend my nights in the stupid forest. writing in my journal, and all in all just being bored out of my mind. The way of the guardian. "most important job there is" yea friggin right.
What the....how could a moonbridge open here. Maybe i'll have some fun after all.
To be continued.....
By Peppero | April 30, 2013
The colorful horde
It is impossible to say how many types of Fae live in our world. From little winged people to the monstrous abominable snowmans, the different possibility of races are virtually endless. Their life spans also differ from simple days to centuries, and only a very little percentage are gifted with immortality.
The countless races can only be brought together into the so called group of the Faes because of their affinity with magic. Every single individual and race has its own affinity to magic, however all fae possesses the so called Glamour.
Glamour lets any Fae, having less or more magic in them, appear human and hide their true from the eyes of mortals. Although it always comes with a price. Remaining human for more than some days will consume much energy and eventually the fae is forced to return to their true form. The days vary according to the faes magic ability. It is extremely difficult to distinguish them from humans to fae, even from faes themselves. Only one thing might betray their glamour look, and only a non-human nose might be able to distinguish it. The scent of a fae is something that glamour doesn't hide entirely, smelling of the elements of the earth.
A general weakness among every fae is towards cold iron. Cold iron is iron which has been forged using special low temperature techniques, which supposedly makes the iron more 'natural' than normal iron or steel. Should a fae be pierced with or entrapped in a jail of cold iron, they get weakened and drained enough, that even the most versatile and powerful in magic would turn into a mere shadow of themselves.
All fae, some more than others, are susceptible to shiny objects, so whether you want to gift them or just want to try turn their attention elsewhere, this is one of the best methods to do so.
It is said that a group of the most powerful and immortal faes rule over the lesser ones, though their grasp within their brethrens hardly influences their life's. If ever. It is too difficult for them to ever gaze towards the same point for more than ten seconds.
((I will continuing to post races of fae down here. If anyone ever wants to participate feel free to do so aswell, if of course what they post have a minimum description of the race in question. I just thought that this post would be fun to make.))
By Adicia | April 29, 2013
Did his mother banish us? He had betrayed her in some way, though I am unsure how. Could she really have turned him out like this? And if so...why am I with him? How will I ever find the one I seek if we do not even know how to leave this place?
My only solace lies in the fact that I am not alone, not while Fadeen is here. He seems as unsure as I do, and that is oddly comforting. His usual confidence and arrogance is still there but underlying that is a sense of unease. Despite this, we carry on our training. I thought perhaps it was my own lack of skill walking within the Shadow World, what he calls The Void, was to blame but he cannot reach it as easily as he once did either. This land, there is something about it. Something strained.
Hardly any of it seems to matter though, not now. After all those months of wondering why I am so drawn to him, trying to understand the hold over me, and yearning to learn his secrets...It all came crashing down harder than I ever thought possible...
The night in the Inn started like any other. The constant game of Cat and Mouse, the struggle for power. He always warned her of what danger he was, and she never listened, never cared. She begged him to tell her why he was so afraid to get close, to tell her why he kept her at a distance. Why should she fear him, after all, when he was her benefactor, her teacher, her friend.
He caressed her cheek, and she ran her fingers through his hair, cupping the back of his neck. So cold, he was always so cold. His usual blue eyes now nearly red, he gazed at her intently, hungrily.
Do you truly wish to know what I am?" he had asked her.
Breathlessly she answered, yes...
His lips moved to brush against her neck and she moaned softly, the familiar feel of his lips on her...It took a moment for her brain to register the pain. Like two needles, piercing the skin. Her arms tightened around his neck, she clung to him. Her body pressed to his, his arms supporting her as he took her into him.
The pain was not as deep as she would have thought. Her mind screamed at her to push him away, fight him off and kill him. He was exactly the same as the monster she had hunted her entire life. She should want him dead. But her body betrayed her, not bearing to pull itself away until finally he broke from her, staring at the wounds in her neck.
She felt light headed, weak and dizzy as if she had too much to drink. The look on his face was a mixture of concern and pleasure. He carried her to the bed, and though she fought to keep her eyes on him, she quickly faded into sleep.
When she awoke at first she thought it a dream. He approached her warily as if expecting her to attack. A confusion of thoughts pounded in her head. How could she bare to look at him, knowing what he was? But then, how could she take her eyes from him?
"I wanted so badly for you to be stronger than I was, Adicia..." he said angrily. "To not become the thing you hunted as I did. Tell me, if I could turn you as I am, would you wish it?"
She swore herself to him once, Mind, body and soul, whatever it took. As revolted as she was at the thought of what he was, she started to wonder. Could this be the thing she needs to finally find and kill the one who killed her sister?
But he was angry, frightened perhaps, at her and at himself.
"Does one not require becoming the thing they hate, in order to destroy it?"she asked in turn.
"Beautiful forever, beyond ageless, beyond weakness..."
"What does it matter if he is so far beyond my reach now?"she asked angrily, knowing they had no idea how to leave this place. "And still, you do not want me..."
"It is not that I do not want you, Adicia. I do not wish to kill you," he said with a frown.
She looked up at him, her eyes searching his.
"Kiss me..." she said softly.
He frowned at her. "What does that prove?"
"I know what you are now. I need to know what I felt was not merely a side effect. Perhaps you may learn something as well..."
He caressed her cheek, pressing his lips softly to hers. She kissed tentatively at first, as if exploring him for the first time. It felt familiar, it felt right. Whatever he was, whatever he had done did not matter in this moment. He pulled her closer to him, his skin warmer to the touch now that his hunger was abated. Reluctantly, they parted.
"I still want to be with you...God help me I do,"she whispered.
"Even now though, there is more to it than that. I still thirst for you. I do not know where the rest ends and that begins," he said softly, his eyes violet once again.
"Then take what you need and you will know. When you no longer require it, what is left...is us."
By Adicia | April 29, 2013
Her hunt for the vampire who killed her sister consumed her mind, her body, her soul. She had made her way to Equinox, following his trail. Her life had never been the same. She met Him, his family. He took her under his wing, training her, teaching her the ways of the Strigoi, as he called them. Monsters, as she would always know them to be. Savages. Enemies.
She was unsure why He fascinated her so much. Something so familiar to her, something that drew her to him like a moth to a flame. They were alike. So focused, so intent, single minded when they had an idea. But something else had drawn her since the day they met. He was dangerous; she liked danger. She had lived on the edge of danger since the day she left home, since the day she became Adicia.
This night the dream came again, and again she knew what she would see. The face of the one who ruined her life, who led her on this path. Who brought her, ultimately, to Him. Though the dream did not change, her perspective of it did. For once she did not relieve the tragedy of witnessing her sister's death. Tonight, she observed without emotion. Her dream self reacted as it always had. But her conscious self was sitting, cross legged, knees touching His. Shadows swirled around them as she focused her mind on the scene before her.
She took in every detail of him, every inch, every line, every movement, cataloguing it in the recess of her mind. As the scene faded, she turned then to the one before her. His violet eyes boring into her, with such intensity it took her breath away. He reminded her in so many ways of the Other, the killer. She knew he was a killer, as much as she herself was. But still, something so eerily familiar yet every time she came close to figuring it out, her mind pushed it further away.
Her stomach wretched, the floor started moving beneath them. The shadows still engulfed them both, though he did not seem to notice. He looked at her with a cold, hard stare. The ground swayed around her and her head spun. She felt sick. As quick as the dream had come it was pulled away from her, his voice resounding in her head as it called distantly to her.
"Adicia...Don't want...to waste...you..."
She tried to call out to him, to ask what he meant but he was gone. Slowly she sat up, surveying her surroundings. They were completely unfamiliar to her. The rocking of the boat was the cause of her nausea, the waves crashing around the sides of the boat, a dock within eyesight.
Boat? When had they...She glanced around in a panic, looking for Him. He lay not far from her, seemingly asleep. Had he brought them here? Where was here?
Slowly she rose, looking around for her belongings. One small bag, containing only one meager outfit and a small pouch of coins. This is unacceptable...she thought to herself. She would go above deck, question the Captain and find out what lands these were. And then wait for him to wake. For he was all she had now.
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