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Davaran Skyfire · Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 4:10 pm Post subject: "Beyond the Mirror It Waited"

A simple silken sheet was all that protect the outside world from the Mirror of Morgaz, and it rested preciously close to Davaran Skyfire's troubled brow. Locked in his chambers in the upper floors of the new erected Mage Tower, tomes and parchment were strewn across the stone table, certain portions annotated and circled. Magery Tomes and Paladin Lore intertwined around piles of reagents and conventional building materials bearing both the mark of Sanctus and Symbols of Virtue. Davaran had seen to the building personally, enchanting the building as the masons worked, the final result was a building of sublime energy that would not fall without the death of the Sage.

Heaving a sigh, Davaran whispered a curse into the still air of his chambers, leaning back in the chair he took up the dagger and made for the long climb to the spire, knowing well the choice that was awaiting him. A short walk through the logistics room, down past the show room and into the welcoming chamber, past the vaulted gates into the storage and through a sturdy set of iron doors, the room was aglow with the Kingdom's most protective knowledge, a sharp arch of white energy shot from one step to another on the runed floor, Davaran merely grinned as his footfalls produce no harm to him. The spire was conquered hastily, leaving him standing before the concealed mirror, brandishing a glowing dagger.

A long moment passed before be disregarded the concept as irrational, turning to double check some of Talon's old notes. A mind too muddled with quotation, incantation, and postulation gives little regard as the air warms, but as hair begins to raise, it is often cause to stop, turn, and note a sickening glow beneath a sheet. Whispers rise as the glow intensifies giving little time for the mage to leap to the cover of the stairs before a deafening detonation sends expanding flames jutting into the air.

Elizabeth M'real · Visitor Joined: 30 Jul 2009 Posts: 10

The soulcage broke and expelled the darkness of that which was not known to her...

Her spirit arched protecting the Skyfire in unknown ways as he moved from the blast...

The beacon spirit of Elizabeth M'real hadnt much left...soon her soul would be completely lost.. she had one last act in her.

A cry on the oceans could be heard far far away...

GreyPawn · Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:14 pm Post subject:

For a moment, as if in kneejerk reaction to a pain grown to compel an involuntary movement, Moonglow itself flinched.

Not the island, mind you, nor the city - if a city itself could flinch or perform any gesture beyond a typical function. No, the incarnae, the fundamental essence at the core, the deepest foundations built from the dust of stars and laid out in circumstance and incidence. The thing which moves life to be, quiet and vast and undeniably blue. It, flinched.

Most unfortunate for the Archmage, whose essence was long ago tied to the nebulous and formative base of energies that Moonglow sits upon. In the midst of a conversation, halfway through a sentence on the subject of structural uniformity and "The Greater Moonglow" design ethos, Moonglow...herself, flinches, and the arcane silver cords connecting GreyPawn to the island snap violently, sending both his astral and physical forms several hundred feet into the mid-day sky.

"Cause?" the inquiry driven out through a newly crafted cord formed from the memories and emotions of the Visorola occupation of the city. Hurtling towards the ground, one word in three syllables came through. A whimper, a hatred, confusion about how but certainty about who. The word comes back as GreyPawn positions himself to break as few bones as possible upon impact, muttering "In Ylem Bet" to decrease his mass and slow his fall to make it survivable. The name, essence shifted to make room for it, pushed back and made uncomfortable with a promise of the torments of many years ago. The name was the last thing the Archmage thought about, wondering if he, or Moonglow, were mistaken.

"Azalin".
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Yasamin · Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:18 pm Post subject:

The library was, to say it kindly, a mess. Rugs were torn, furniture floating, and chests everywhere containing who knew what. Magic and decoraing at it's worse, for lack of a better description. On the second floor, looking innocent except when one conssiders the oddity of it's normalcy, hung a mirror. Unusual considering the perfect care taken to keep it up, and the unusual runes and skulls lined along the frame. The owner lay on the third level, doing what she prefered most, avoid people. Her eyes were open, a book in hand, more absorbed with that than any mess or oddity below stairs. It was quiet, and peaceful, within the hectic mess, and no one was expecting anything to happen. Nothing but the sound of birds, cows, mongbats and

Shatter

The sound of glass breaking, flying everywhere was heard throughout the building, an earie sound shattering the nerves of its occupant. Yasamin's eyes widened, her book falling to the floor as she hurried to the seconf floor, only to confirm her worst fears. A cold chill swept through her as she slowly picked up one of the shards, her hand clenching it until blood began dripping onto the floor.
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Grignag · Sage Joined: 19 Nov 2007 Posts: 500

The storm clouds that gathered over Umbra were different than the ones Izrem had seen before. Though the Entropy Field kept a constant gloom, it paled in comparison to the darkness that now hung over the land. Not merely in the sky, but in the depths of Izrem's soul. And as others began to collect upon the crest of Charnel Hill it became apparent that so too were they drawn. As they all gazed into the sky that pull on their hearts began to tug on them. Powerful. Inexorable. Dark. The call began to draw them deeper within the cemetary. One by one they disappeared into the crypts.
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Femmies?! HOWAH!

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Merci d'Rue · Babbling Loony Joined: 18 Jan 2006 Posts: 2810

Stonegate stood within its protective home, unmoved and untouched.

Stone is hard to bend... yet the stone soaks up pain, fear and negative energies hungrily as that is what in Umbra they lived off of. The levels of pain and fear shooting up around them.

The bright blue Lycan eyes, glowing in the darkness around them, gladly hungrily...

According to plan... its so easy...
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Dealthagar · Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 1:02 am Post subject:

"It...cannot be."

Dealthagar left his bath, the taste of sick still in his throat. There was no mistaking it. He could feel it.

Feel him.

The Vision of the Damned could see the rivers of entropy the flowed through the world. Tonight they all plowed to Charnel Hill.

To him.

The red robes of the Technomancer Primus and Oracle of Control were not for tonight.

The trappings of the Herald were needed, and he would ever and always heed the call.
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Soren · Journeyman Joined: 03 Sep 2009 Posts: 102

Soren stared out the granite carved window panes. There was silence abundant, but that was not what she heard. What she heard was ominous fact. It resonated in the walls, in the clouds above Umbra and in Mistress Bryelle's steps as she had exited Restless Hinges Manor. She should say Lady Bryelle, but in truth Bryelle was no lady. She herself would attest to that. Soren was never privy to day to day details unless it required making or purchasing something. And true to form she was not privy to the reasons behind tonight's gathering. Whatever it was, she would make herself scarce when Mistress Bryelle came back. Yes, that was best.

Talon Skyfire · Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 3:34 am Post subject:

The Void was a plane that did not feel obliged to follow the normal rules. Talon had languished for a lifetime against the ethereal bonds placed upon him by the Lich Lord, Darrien Church. Powerless, he had observed the suffering of Sosaria through his harbinger. Days, weeks, months, and years had passed while the King of Sanctus languished in the home of Oblivion’s countless horrors.

In an instant, the tables turned. In fate’s ultimate display of irony, Darrien Church manifested before the shackled Skyfire. Talon’s eyes widened, coming to realize what was happening. Church’s physical body had been destroyed. His soul had returned to the Void. The playing field had been leveled. As the Lich gained his bearings, he beheld the fallen King with a look of mild surprise laced with purely distilled hate.

The wispy ethereal cords restraining the Skyfire began to instantly dissolve. Talon felt the strength return to his limbs. The Lich Lord took a defensive posture as the King of Sanctus retrieved the holy sword from the ground before him.

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In the skies above Malas, in clear view of Sanctians and Umbrans alike, the great beasts fought their own battle. A great Golden Wyrm pressed his adversary, a Shadow Wyrm of equally impressive stature. The winged serpents let forth horrific screams which shook the ground beneath them as their blows struck home. Shot for shot, their battle mimicked the other which raged in the planes of the Void.

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Time had ceased to march at its standard pace as the two powers clashed for yet another battle in the never ending struggle between Light and Shadow. As it had been countless times before, a Skyfire and a Lich Lord stood opposed.

Their titanic clash raged across a thousand lifetimes. Innumerable battlefields and faces flashed before them with each vicious swing of Ice by the Paladin Lord and each volley of ethereal power by the Lich Lord.

With each attack, reality quaked and tore. The intensity of their combat escalated infinitely, as did their hate for one another. The power wielded by each adversary was greater than at any time in their long and sordid past. As the conflict reached its zenith, Talon brought Ice down upon the Lich Lord with every ounce of strength he could summon. Church reeled backwards and unleashed a flurry of dark energy as the blade connected with his staff. The breaking point had been achieved. Time ceased to flow and a tremendous rift exploded into life.

The Mirror of Morgaz violently shattered, issuing forth a torrent of power which shook Sosaria’s foundations to their core. Each and every living being sensed the effects in some way or another as the two great wyrms fell from the sky in a death spiral.

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Talon Skyfire, the King of Sanctus and Paladin Lord, gasped violently as he drew in the sweet, frigid air of Sosaria for the first time in ages. Battered and exhausted, he collapsed face-first into the snow.
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~Lord Talon Skyfire
King of Sanctus
Lord Protector of Malas