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[Thrax]

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It was no accident that Lomar, the former Eye of Oggaroth, met Cear Dallben of the Zog Cabal at the bank in Umbra. The time had come, and Oggaroth sensed it, directing his host to go to the bank to meet the one who had vowed to free him.

On seeing him appear, Lomar moved toward him, spurring his ethereal mount.

"Eye?!" Cear queried, seeing the dark-skull helmeted man draw near and stop beside him. (For not many except he and that man wore such armor).

"Aye. And none other. Are you ready?"

"Yes, give me a moment. I need to summon someone."

"I shall meet you at the temple," Lomar replied, handing Cear a rune that would take him to the base of his god in the cold, wintry north. He then proceeded him there.

Lomar awaited their arrival and when they appeared, allowed them past the protective wards of the place. They exchanged momentary pleasantries---Cear commented on the dark, forbidding and austere decor---and then introduced his companion, a mage/scholar named Dragothein. After more discussion about his god and a recounting of the events that led to his current state, Lomar led them to the top floor of the temple to begin the rites that would free his god...

[to be continued]

[Thrax]

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The pressure building within the gemstone, planted deeply within his right ear canal, sent waves of agonizing pain through his head. Lomar had known that the gem had sent out wispy tendrils of flesh-like substance to attach itself to his brain to enhance the communicative process, and now he felt them begin to vibrate and radiate an intensely burning sensation. He was forced to cry out several times, hard as he might try not to. He began repeating ancient but familiar mantras in the unknown language of his god, not knowing whether they derived from his own mind, or were that made by his god to aid in the spell of unbinding.

Cear and Dargothein ignored the bizarre sights and sounds, concentrating all their attention on the precise forms and words required for the success of the spell...

And then it was done...

The gem lay at his feet upon the blood-red arcane circle. It not longer gleamed or even sparkled in the light. He stooped to pick it up. "He is free!!!" Lomar declared triumphantly. "You have succeeded!" he proclaimed joyously to Cear, who was profoundly pleased.

Lomar then invited them to celebrate the victory by dining with him on rare wine and the delicacy of roasted pixie legs.

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Freed from his lightless prison of stone, the essence of Oggaroth drifted outward from it. He had no "eyes" to see, but still could sense things about him: the warm bodies of the three men; the fire blazing on a nearby brazier; the whistling north wind; the coldness in the stones of the temple. Such sensations were to be expected, he knew, him being in and out of worlds, and he waited patiently for them to pass, preparing for the sudden lapse into darkness and nothingness that would let him know that he had departed the material plane and entered his own.

But his expectations were not met. The ushering, or perhaps ejection, into his home domain on the plane of fire never came.

If a god could ever truly be afraid, he was.

Something had gone terribly wrong.

This cannot be!

He was trapped in Sosaria.

[Cear Dallben ZOG]

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The two men looked like foriegn preists. one with a dark helm and the other in matching robe. There was a book in the tall ones hands. the spell of unbinding, bound in text. To speak unrelated words in the ceremony to come would break spells structure. so the practiced men moved with precise choreography. They knew of gods. they seemed to know much of etheral potential. gods of old and new, current and dead, willing, were asked to aid in oversight. a candle was lit in honor for each of the elements, and the elements would set free this bound god. the two men stood on opposite poles of the man with the gem in his ear. they moved around him cautious and clockwise and stoped opposite of their previous position. when the rites were spoken and over the man with the gem was brought to kneel. and blackrock, the element of negate, was used to force the god from his chamber, like a magnate of the cosmos, it seemed like a nebula was riped from a neighboring shard of the ultimate gem of imortality. but what was there before? where is it now. what have we done? and how many times will men ask this before they exist no more.

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