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[Sarian]

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The Warlords of the Blackmarsh Empire all sat quietly in the basement of the Blackmarsh Town Hall. Dale, brother of the Emperor - Warlord of Nujelm, pointed at the shore line surrounding Nujelm, on a map, with a wand. He was showing how, in such little time, he had managed to organize a regular perimeter watch of the Island.

Gerard, Cal, Sarian and Orelen - Governor of Britain, equal to the rank of Warlord - watched as Dale continued to make his points on the map. As he finished he turned to face the group, each of them nodded their approval. As Dale took his seat, Cal stood to speak.

"The Blackmarsh Empire has grown faster and better than any of us could have ever hoped. Our military continually brings in a steady stream of recruits. Some nearly as well trained in battle as us, some striving to learn. Yew, Britain, Cove and Nujelm have never been so well protected. Our occupations just in the Blackmarsh capital itself, has boomed with citizens herding towards us. We begin our trades with Sanctus, and others are already begging to trade with us as well. Soon, the realm of Felucca will be more prosperous than ever before." Cal clapped both of his hands together and held them in front of his chest.

"Be true to the Empire." The group spoke together.

"But..." Cal said quietly. "We lack something. Something our military needs, something the Empire needs, to be Legendary. Something no other army in Sosaria possess, a weapon or tool of sorts to tilt all battles in our favor."

As Cal spoke, Sarian lightly drummed his fingers against the stone table. His eyes slowly studied the room, he listened intently. Thoughts filtered through his head.

"I just cannot quite put my finger on what it is that we could mus..." Cal continued to speak.

"I have an idea." Sarian cut him off.

The group turned to face Sarian, the Blackmarsh Warlord. He remained seated, and leaned back in his chair. The lids of his eyes gently closed and he brought his hands together on the table.

"I believe, with the help of another, I can bring a most devastating weapon to the aid of Blackmarsh." He spoke in a monotone voice.

"What is it?" Gerard asked.

"I wish not to speak of it, until it has been done. Have trust in me. I must be on my way to begin preparations, no more time can be wasted."

"Do you need help?" Orelen asked, beginning to stand.

"Nay. Not from anyone in Blackmarsh. I will perhaps, have to meet with this Azunda fellow who often finds himself in our town."

Everybody in the group began to mutter quietly. Dale shifted uncomfortably in his chair, while Cal smirked. It took a moment for the group to absorb the point Sarian had made.

"If it must be done, it must be done. We place our trust in you Sarian." Orelen said, the others nodded with agreement.

To Be Continued.
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Brianha ‎(10:04 PM):
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Brianha12:54 AM
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[Sarian]

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Sarian and Azunda sat across from eachother in the Blackmarsh Tavern & Inn. Azundas face held a blank expression after the question Sarian had just asked. The Necromancer was both astonished and confused at his request.

"So, Necromancer...will you help me do this?" Sarian asked.

"Im unsure how to feel about this." Azunda replied.

"It's not that difficult. Our Emperor is meeting your Lich Lord with the next few days. We will begin our attack following the meeting. We shall sieze Umbra and drive your Lich Lord into extinction. After that, control of Umbra and the Ebon Skull, will be placed in your hands. Together, we will conquer the lands of Malas. All I ask, is that you aid me in my quest to gather these two weapons for Blackmarsh." Sarian stood and stared at Azunda. "But it must be done now."

Azunda rose from the chair and nodded. "How can I trust you?" He crossed his arms.

"Your off-spring will be a Blackmarshian. That makes you almost family. Blackmarsh doesn't betrayed family."

Azunda smirked in response. "Go gather the materials needed; all of the bones."

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Sarian with a shovel strapped to his back and a pickaxe on his waste, he made his way to the shrine of justice. There he began digging. After a few minutes that had felt like hours, he had his the casket. He drove the pickaxe into the side of the casket and pried it open. He gathered the bones inside it. Then he left.

Next he travelled to the shrine of honesty. Sarian began the same process. He dug and dug until he hit the casket. Just like the last one, he drove his pickaxe into the side of it and pried it open. He gathered the bones then left.

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Hours later, both Azunda and Sarian stood the the entrance to the Abyss. Azunda held two pouches in his left hand and a spellbook in his right. Sarian gripped his leafblade tightly and rolled his shoulders.

"Any two?" Sarian asked, not looking at Azunda.

"Aye, kill any two gargoyles. This spell can only work on the mystical creatures."

"That doesn't make a lot of sense." Sarian stated.

"You're not the Necromancer, are you?" Azunda replied coldly.

Sarian raised his eyebrows and nodded at the point. He twirled his leafblade and made his way down the stairs into the Abyss. Azunda followed close behind him.

It hadn't taken long for the two to find two massive gargoyles. The creatures stood broad, their wings spanning out widely. Armored covered their entire bodies. Horns protruded from their head and chins. These were easily, the most fierce gargoyles Sarian had ever seen.

Without a hesitation, Sarian charged in. He trashed wildly, commanding pixies to attack one gargoyle while he attacked the other. Fire erupted and blazed around the area wildly. Sarian darted back and forth, confusing the gargoyles. Quickly he sliced through the wings, causing them to remain on their feet. Then, just as Azunda had commanded, he made his kill shot directly through the heart of each of them.

Azunda stood back far enough to not be dragged into the vicious battle. He watched in awe as the Blackmarsh Warlord, High Arcanamach, tore through the beasts. A smiled crept across his lips, only for a moment.

As the two gargoyles laid dead on the ground, Azunda approached. The pixies had dispersed back to their magical realm, and Sarian sheathed his blade. Azunda placed his spellbook down and opened one of the pouches.

He poured the first pouch into the open wound around the gargoyles heart. The dust of the bones filled the deep wound. He repeated the same action to the other gargoyle. The ground up bones from both grave sites now laid in the bodies of the two gargoyles.

Azunda began to chant, he thrusted his arms high into the air and began shouting. Sarian had never heard any of these words before, so he chose to remain quiet and continued to watch.

Both bodies began to shake violently. The wounds began to heal over and their wings closed in around them. Both gargoyles slowly rose to their feet and stood taller than both Azunda and Sarian. Their wings shot out to each of their sides and their screeched loudly.

The gargoyles were confused, each one looking at it's own body. They screeched louder, their wings violently flapping, lifting them from the ground. One of the gargoyles looked down and noticed Sarian.

"What is this?! Sarian! Is that you?" The gargoyle snarled.

Sarians face lit up brightly. Azunda had warned him that the spell could possibly erase any and all memories of both the men. But the memories seemed intact. The other gargoyle turned to face Sarian as well.

"What is this?" The other gargoyle asked, calmer.

"Beowulf Thormear, Vaen Swiftar, both of my mentors. I have brought you back from the dead, to aid me. I am one of the leaders of a massive army, for a glorious Empire. An Empire that spans across Felucca, far more grand than Tarothin Armunn could have ever hoped. Unfortunately, I could only revive you both as gargoyles. I beg of you, aid our army to greatness."

Both men seemed confused. Neither seemed angry. Beo and Vaen both glanced at each other.

"Aw, what the hell Beowulf? One more time?" Vaen smirked in a gargoylish way.

"Aye, I guess so!" Beo muttered bitterly.
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Brianha ‎(10:04 PM):
lol oh no worries with teasing.. it takes ALOT to get me really goin
Brianha12:54 AM
cool... i will hook up with you tomorrow night ... maybe you can help move my chests too