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Post by Ules Felko on May 10, 2008 15:09:42 GMT -5
It had already been weeks of traveling. Ules had teleported the two of them to a Southern city, and they both stocked up on supplies, Merek retrieved a horse, and they prepared for the long journey ahead. Ules had the Bird's Eye, so travel wasn't a problem. What WOULD be a problem was going across the Scravenger lands, looking for a Dark Citadel belonging to the avatar of Ethayarajan.
The trip had been uneventful so far, since they'd been avoiding any known Scravenger settlements, but they didn't know all of them and they wouldn't be this lucky forever.
Ules decided to spark some conversation, if only because it was becoming tiresome just flying in a straight line all day. He descended a bit and flew alongside Merek's horse as he spoke.
"So what exactly do you plan to do when we get there? I somehow doubt you expect to be able to destroy him, and I also doubt that you plan to give him your undying servitude. So what is the end result you foresee here?", he asked.
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Post by merek on Jun 1, 2008 12:44:55 GMT -5
"Felko not everything must have a plan," Merek was exhausted from the weeks of hard riding. Sand encrusted every cinch in his leather armor. The dessert was a fowl place, the heat forcing him to the brink of consciousness.
"If necessary I will attempt to kill the creature. It has not manifested itself in Carme giving me reason to believe it hasn't reached its full strength," Merek commented in a ponderous tone. "If not then I have a question to ask him. One that though we are dear friends," Merek laughed at the joke of Felko having any real friends. "I do not wish to share with anyone besides my own troubled se-" The sentence was cut short by the howl of one of his men farther up the column.
With a flash Belvair was drawn from its sheath glimmering in the afternoon blaze. Over the ridge a massive horde of demons charged towards the column.
"Demons! In the dessert?" His man Granger looked confused.
Merek forced his horse to a gallop. "Care not for why man. Care more for how quickly you intend to kill them!" Merek cackled as the air rushed around him. There was no escaping the horde, they had spotted the party once they crested the ridge.
The creatures looked slightly off. Not that demons don't always have a certain amount of twisted appearance to them. These though, instead of having the normal ruby red complection now had a sun drenched white hue.
All observations were lost to Merek as he prepared to combat what appeared to be a huge Pit lord. Truly a massive creature the thing had a gapping hole present in its chest.
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Post by Ules Felko on Jun 2, 2008 11:41:07 GMT -5
As merek spoke of killing the creature, Ules couldn't help but get into an uproar of laughter, quite condescending given the context. As he finished, he smirked, rolled his eyes and spoke.
"If you seriously think you alone can destroy the avatar of Ethayarajan, if it's truly what's out here, then I think you'll deserve the death that'll follow, my friend", Ules said, mocking Merek's own joke, "Even at low strength, he will be ten times stronger than Diabolos was, and if you'll recall, we barely won that battle", Ules explained.
He would've continued, but he too noticed the demons approaching, quite confused about their color. He'd never even read of demons of a whitish color. It was almost as if they were malnourished. But since when did demons actually REQUIRE sustenance? Perhaps it had something to do with the avatar. Not that it mattered at this point. They would have to die regardless of color.
A Balor quickly caught sight of Ules, to which Ules rolled his eyes. He could take on dozens of those creatures, they werent ver-
Suddenly it jumped forward with speed akin to a bolt launched from a magical crossbow, the light around it blurring from the great speed of a creature so big. The surprise caught Ules off gaurd and a might blow from the creature's fist made contact with Ules' gut, sending him flying backwards, displacing the sand until he eventually slowed to a halt.
Shaking it off, Ules quickly jumped up, drawing the Ruling of Vathmet. The creature ran forward again but Ules was ready. With precise timing, a sudden *crack* was heard as the rod made contact with the balor's skull. Not enough to kill it, or normally even damage it much, but this was an artifact after all.
Demons normalyl didn't scream, but as Vathmet's enchantment coarsed through its muscles and bones, an unearthly howling sound erupted from within that could be mistaken as nothing but anguish as its boned cracked and muscled tightened, bringing the demon to a full bowing position. Obviously this breed of demon had very little willpower, as most would only be broguht to kneeling.
Given the tactical advantage, Ules quickly created a blade of dark energy in the air, which after a half minute of charging blasted forward, cleaving the Balor's head clear off its shoulders. Ules turned around to see how Merek was doing before taking on more demons.
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Post by merek on Jun 2, 2008 17:54:04 GMT -5
Merek threw a sweeping strike at the pit lord, who's massive frame allowed for a nice large target to aim for. With unnatural quickness the creature spun from the blow countering almost instantly. Merek caught the huge pole arm wielded by the monster on the hilt of his blade. Spiraling out he cut upwards and sliced right through the creatures weapon. The thing looked generally confused, though its appearance was different it obviously shared demons innate stupidity. Merek seized the oppertunity severing the demons head from its shoulders. The corpse fell with a resounding clunk. Merek moved past the vanquished foe weaving through the crowd. The demons lunged from all angles threating to catch him off guard. Slowly accelerating his speed, Merek moved into a flurry of barely visible counters. Demon after demon was torn to shreds only for more to attack. Merek was beginning to become bored of the monotony when something behind him stirred. Whipping to face his new advasary, Merek slashed into a flailing lump. Pulling back his blade Merek faced the headless form of his previous kill. The beheaded pitlord lunged past Merek dragging the sword belvair along with it. It stumbled towards a series of corpses. Merek gripped the blade attempting to wretch it from the monster's chest. A silent hush fell over the horde as they caught sight of the animated fiend. The other demons stared wide eyed, unable to comprehend the reanimation. Merek pulled his sword out of the demon's chest plunging backwards into the sand. Climbing to his knees he watched the things actions. In the most peculiar way the demon seemed to be searching for something amongst the dead. Tugging a blood letter from the rubble he peeled away the demon's flesh, searching amongst the carcass. In a macabre display of mutilation he wrenched the heart from the fallen demon. The remnants stirred in the pit lords hands jostling from side to side like a dangling rag doll. The pit lord placed his hands within the creatures chest causing them both to become as ridged as stone. Merek rose to his feet unprepared for whatever challenged still faced them. The two beings flesh began to boil. Around them the other corpses churned before liquidating into a putrid mass. The blob of dilapidated flesh and shattered bone slowly rose above the travelers. Utilizing senses much more attuned then the human travelers, demons began to run in shear fright. The blob veered up taking shape into a massive two legged beast. Its twisting appendages seemed to multiply ending in a menagerie of sheared blades and deadly utensils. Far larger than the greatest of dragons the colossal abomination drew open its gapping maw expelling a wave of toxic gas. Merek the toxins rushed towards Merek blasting sand into the air. Jumping over a near by ridge he went tumbling down its sheer face. The abominations arms spun independently crumbling ridges and kicking the dunes of desert waste into the sky. img233.imageshack.us/img233/6635/outbreakabominationbynieo0.jpg
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Post by Ules Felko on Jun 12, 2008 20:56:15 GMT -5
(sorry this took so long, I forgot about the topic)
Ules noticed as the demons began running, an odd thing considering that they were generally destructive until their own deaths. This, of course, meant that something of incredible danger was forming. That conclusion was shown to be correct as the blob formed into a massive abomination of a creature.
Without even thinking, Ules activated Ethayarajan's Will, which glowed a dark red color as a stone portal erupted from the earth. A loud roar was heard as a "lesser" devil and a small troupe of Ice demons came through. The lesser devil was huge, but still seemed tiny in comparison to this abomination. Then again, they were meant as little more than cannon fodder. Ules reared back as he readied a-
Suddenly, the enormous creature stopped, shortly after seeing Ethayarajan's Will activate. It grumbled as it stood up straight, looking down at Ules. It opened its deformed mouth and spoke in a dark, gurgling tone.
Carrier of Ethayarajan's Will. You are to travel to the dark citadel. My master will wish to speak with you. Bring your bodyguards if you desire, but I do not guarantee their safety", it pronounced in a manner almost unsettling given its previous chaotic demeanor.
The creature seemed to dissipate into a cloud of blackness which floated off in a specific direction, almost against the wind, meaning it was likely meant to lead them to the citadel. Ules smirked, and then turned to Merek.
"Looks like we have what we need. Let us make haste", he said as he set off into the air, expecting Merek to follow.
((Hope you don't mind, it seems to make sense))
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Post by merek on Jun 15, 2008 22:41:26 GMT -5
(np i meant for the abomination to be almost unbeatable anyway)
"Follow that cloud!" Merek yelled to his soldiers racing his horse after the black substance. Above he saw Ules spiraling through the air.
Through the thick spiked trees and twisted bramble they tore. Over oozing black rivers and endless ravines. Much ahead, Merek saw the citadel drawing closer. As they moved a thin fog had settled over the party. It caked their flesh and began to fill their minds and thoughts. Far above the sun retreated from their world, a foreboding blackness blotted out all light from the sky. A depression settled into each vestige of their brains. Twisted desires took root, whether sexual or homicidal they began to sound logical even inevitable. One man ran his fingers over his smooth dagger. Drawing away from the column he slid the blunt side of his blade over his wrist, repeating the motion, he thought, if I flip it, it can all be done. Another imagined, killing his wife and children, the act would be simple, maybe even enjoyable. He caught himself mid thought and drew a symbol of the goddess to clutch.
Merek was not saved from the affects of the mist. Instead of imagining terrible things, he felt as if Drake was back within him. The thought was enough to unsettle him. He became so captivated with the horrible feeling that for a moment, he didn’t realize the huge black gates rising in front of him. Realization dawning on him he spurred his horse forward. Into a full gallop he roared, rushing to escape the fog. Suddenly his horse slid to a stop risking throwing him over the front. Its hoofs slid on the bank, attempting to clutch the surface of muddy earth. Gapping in front of Merek roared a river of black slick muck. He let out a shocked yelp as he struggled to control his animal. The creature bucked throwing Merek onto the forest floor. It continued to struggle slowly slipping into the muck. As Merek stared in shock his mount disappeared below the cursed rivers surface.
Above the muck, the fog ran thick. It was a poisonous cloud restricting all entrance by air. Within it swam the foulest of dark energy. Any force would be instantly wrapped within it sucked slowly into the muck. Its powers were absolute, an invisible barrier constructed by the avatar of death himself.
“Sir, my lord sir, what shall we do,” The man Ruedal strode next to the seated Merek. “For the time being there’s nothing we can do Ruedal,” Merek relaxed upon the bank, attempting to shake the Drake’s presence from his bones. His men stared at him in confusion. The mist continued to play with their thoughts driving them close to the brink of insanity. Ruedal eyes wandered from his master, to his dagger. He clawed the weapon from its sheath drawing over Merek.
“Yes, yes of course sir,” Merek had closed his eyes laying calmly on the floor. Ruedal seemed surrounded by a glowing black aura. He wanted nothing more than to taste the blood of his lord. He would delight amongst it, letting it run through his fingers and even in his hair.
“Ruedal look!” Merek burst to his feet throwing Ruedal from his trance. Upon the water skirted a low black longboat. On its front bow hung a shimmering lantern. The craft was much smaller than any sea bearing vessel. It was pushed along by one cloaked figure. “I’m not liking this Ruedal,” Merek hand was rested upon the handle of Belvair. If the creature wanted a fight, he would be happy to oblige.
The black ship bumped into the bank below Merek. The cloaked figure did not stir from its place within the vessel. Only one hand lifted from the folds of its cloth. It gestured for Merek and his men to enter the boat.
“Felko, what do you think of this?” Merek mumbled the question, hoping the sorcerer was close enough to hear it.
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Post by Ules Felko on Jun 18, 2008 11:44:23 GMT -5
The landscape had changed in a most inhospitable way. From the desert, a dead forest of dense fog, perilous ravines, oozing rivers, and horrid thoughts began. Ules was affected quite less than the others, however the thought of how easy it would be to kill Merek and his companions and bring them to his god crossed his mind more than once. As did the idea of taking over all of Carme upon his return. However, his strong mind quickly overcomed this as they arrived near the gates and the odd black river.
Merek's horse went wild, throwing Merek down and theng alloping right into the river. As much as Ules wanted to try flying over it, he could easily sense the poison, and considering that it was likely meant to kill a normal person, he couldnt begin to imagine what horrid effects it'd have on himself. as such, he descended to the ground near Merek.
Ules looked to see the cloaked figure arriving in a river raft of sorts, Merek asking his opinion on the matter. It was quite obvious to him, however, that they had no choice.
"I am quite certain the dark god is expecting us. If he intended for us to perish, we'd have done so by now", Ules said as he strode forward, walking onto the craft, and making sure that Ethayarajan's Will was visible to the cloaked figure, who nodded upon seeing it, once again motioning for Merek and his men to follow suit.
"Come on, we'll only waste time contemplating the situation. We are dealing with a god, not a baron", Ules said.
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Post by merek on Jul 10, 2008 13:39:01 GMT -5
The small boat tugged across the rushing black river. Its ores man moved mechanically never faltering in his constant rowing. Merek glanced over the side of the vessel peering into the black ooze. It bubbled slightly, lapping at the sides of the boat. The substance darkness astonished Merek, it captured light instantaneously snuffing it out. Merek couldn't even see his reflection a few inches above the surface. Nothing appeared to be below, just miles and miles of black. A gleaming light flickered at the edge of Merek's vision, he turned and inspected the source. Under the surface a small glimmer got closer and closer to where Merek face hung. It gave him hope, reminding him of a frieze he heard as a child. A light in the dark, never flickering. Suddenly the silver speck began to grow larger, it elongated until it was the size of a man. Breaking the surface the glimmering corpse shocked Merek out of his seat. He fell backwards into the vessel smacking into his own man. Apologizing Merek rushed back to see where the thing had gone. Peering behind the bought he caught sight of a thousand glimmering specks floating past, each with a drifting corpse hovering below the surface. The dead was a chilling sight the behold. Merek sat back down a shiver coursing through him, deciding it would be best to neglect his curiosity for the rest of the voyage.
The citadel snuck up on the small vessel. One moment they were trapped within the fog, the next the magnificently huge building vaulted above them. Curling arches extended into the sky, on there sides, delicately carved flying buttresses caught Mereks eye. Instead of birds, souls and ghost howled over the citadels highest reaches. They cart wheeled and cascaded through the air recalling to mind the antics of children as they passed. It was a sight to behold, pure regally in the darkest sense.
Merek placed a foot on the rivers sandy shore. He stepped forward landing onto a black granite surface. The stun was perfectly smooth, block after block in untainted alignment. With another step Merek was brought close to a gigantic structure previously shaded by the citadel. They were gates beyond all comparable knowledge. The things themselves appeared a mineral Merek had never before glimpsed. True splendor in horrific form, to stare directly at them almost stung the eyes. Light itself was pulled into the material, in response expelling seething black smoke into the atmosphere. The thing twisted and writhed as an animal does caught within a hunter’s snare. On either side stood the statues of two great seraphim, from their faces, empty sockets glared down at the intruders. Merek’s words caught within his mouth, he could not formulate words, none of his men could. The gates themselves permeated a sense of dread so strong it pushed the consciousness to the brink of madness. As the cloaked reaper approached the gates slowly, with a grate and a loud clamor, swung open. His skeletal hands pointed back at the crowd, Merek followed the line of the creatures arm realizing it was pointing at him, he stepped forward hesitantly. Again the creature pointed at Ules. A man moved to enter behind the cloaked monster but Merek’s yell of surprise stopped him in his tracks. Words that were not his own bubbled up in Merek’s throat.
“If thou mortal soul wishes to remain within its carcass, do not pass the gates of death,” Merek faces held a stupefied expression. He had lost all verbal control, feeling his mouth work entirely separate from his body. The creature’s shrouded face was turned towards him. It nodded in agreement. More words, “No mortal cept the invited, cross the gate.” The demands were clear and Merek gestured for his men to stay back. As he looked around the entrance, he realized there was little chance of him ever seeing his men again. He wished he could say something to them, thank them for standing by him, but some unnatural control still hung over his muscles. Hopefully they would abandon him at this gate, run as fast as they could for Alduria and never look back. Little hope hung in his mind, little hope could even be fathomed within this endless nightmare.
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Post by Ules Felko on Jul 10, 2008 19:36:47 GMT -5
As they floated on the river, Ules couldn't help but notice the corpses below the surface. He had always known of such a river in the outer planes but it was odd for souls to be kept in the mortal realm like this. Still, he was sure Ethayarajan had a reason for it, and he wasn't going to question his god.
As they arrived at the mansion, a huge, ornate yet somehow regal and well-kept building, the cloaked figure pointed to both him and Merek, mentioning that only those invited should enter if they want to live. Since it didn't affect him, he merely shrugged and awaited Merek giving his orders to his men.
As Merek caught up to him, he gave him a slight nod as he went and pushed the gate open, ready for whatever it was the dark god had in store for them
((I'd have more, but this is your quest, so I'll let you cover the inside and such))
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Post by merek on Jul 22, 2008 21:53:39 GMT -5
(was on a waterpolo tournament in socal from last thursday till last night we won btw)
In Society there are many definitions for evil. It is a property commonly misunderstood within each network of human self. It has been credited for, doing harm, causing revulsion, or arising from actual or imputed bad character of conduct. Sadly one flaw exist in each of these facets. All assert, that evil, is defined by the beholder. Then what is the face of true evil, when its cluttered character is stripped of its flesh and left only with a shambling skeleton. How does evil appear, in its purest. Madness is the reward for one who fully comprehends the existent of evil. It is beyond human understanding and thus causes the cerebrum to shut down or in a sense, cease to comprehend logic. So in an extent to master evil in a way that all men must, we must indulge that evil is solely and imperatively the polar opposite of good. Meaning within true evil, nothing good, heartfelt, loving, caring or calming can exist. Evil is just that, evil.
If Merek could comprehend all these thoughts before entering the God of Deaths final chamber his mind would have had a chance to perform the logical path and orchestrate a last ditch effort to flee. Evil should not be faced by the commons and Merek was far from celestial. The cloaked figure wordlessly wound them through huge snaking halls and magnificent gilded staircases. They climbed slowly through the massive construct till a final black iron door hung in front of them. Merek attempted to remember the path in case of the need for a hasty escape but he found the task impossible. If his memory served they would have looped their own destination several times, gone backwards and.... he abandoned the mental strain and faced the door in front of him.
With a twist of his hand the cloaked figure created a exaggerated gesture towards the door. For a second Merek didn't understand, then he realized it wanted them to open the iron thing. Oh the horrible irony in that, it seemed wished for them to seal there own fate, not forced by any malevolent minion. For the first time, Merek questioned his own motive in entering this place. He was not prepared for what existed beyond that door and he knew it. Was his purpose solely to bring Felko or did his guilt require him to see what he had unleashed upon the world?
With a push on the iron Merek forgot all qualms. He was too deep into the muck of his mistakes, and it was well over due he faced his own creation.
The throne room that presented itself to Merek was of humble design. A square stone room with wooden ceiling much like his own throne room. No tapestry's hung on the wall and in the center a large wooden throne had been placed, slightly raised from the ground. Merek realized the room was too shockingly similar, almost an exact duplicate. He observed the walls and realized the ironic strangeness he was observing, he'd traveled hundreds of miles only to step into the room he had just recently left. He obviously knew this was not the same room but it was enough to prick the hairs upon his spine.
With a gush of air from an unseen source a smoking black figure materialized upon the throne. His shape took form curling into limbs and a crude skull. Finally the smoke began to settle leaving behind a black shimmering aura in the air. Merek mouth contorted with anger as he comprehended the visage he saw before him. The creatures cruelty knew no bounds, upon the throne sat the form of...his wife. The Avatar grind widely, ignoring Merek's obvious displeasure. From the corner stepped a man garbed in black plate, a silver stone helm encompassing his head.
"My lord of evil, Ethayarajan master of darkness and bringer of death," The booming voice emanating from the man carried the volume of a symphony.
"Thank you my General," The Avatar of Death voice appeared a duplicate of Natalia's causing the doppelganger form to appear identical. It waved a thin beautiful hand and dismissed the armored man.
To an average human like himself, the copy was stunning, it appeared entirely the same except one subtle difference. Black bags of worry hung under the creatures eye. It's movements were jagged as if upset with grief and its breathing staid sporadic. His wife was in a state of danger, but he could not help her. Though he knew the scene to be fake so much of him only wished to rush forward and rescue the woman from what unseen force assailed her. Was this a copy or had it implications on the actual state of his wife. Merek's stretched conscious was soon pushed to its limits.
To a man, such as Merek, the creature would only appear as the tragic copy it defined but if the beholder had a strong grasp upon the winds of dark magic, only then could the avatars true form be glimpsed. This man was Ules Felko, unlike Merek, the form that sat in front of him was shrouded in a mist of darkness. Through the layer of blackness form of pure evil resides. Ebony plate encompasses a homo sapient creatures muscular build. Two glowing white orbs glint through a black spiked helm. The features are distorted. Small glyphs run across the unholy armor but none can be deciphered. A smoldering black cloak falls half draped down the beings shoulder slowly sliding as the avatar shifts in his seat.
"My humble servants, welcome," The creature lay back, there was no sense of urgency in his halls. He had, millennium.
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Post by Ules Felko on Jul 23, 2008 14:31:45 GMT -5
As they entered the room, Ules noticed it was dark and foreboding, gaudy but well organized depictions adorning the walls, magical glyphs among the walls and tapestries. The throne was crafted of dark onyx and had a distinctively dark form about it. The form of the Avatar himself was almost of a dark, faceless night, magical writing on his armor, but incomprehensible even to him.
He looked over and noticed Merek was reacting in a different way. Almost as if he wasn't seeing the same thing, given the look upon his face. Perhaps Ethayarajan was giving Merek a different view of the room given his varying alignment. Ules only was able to make this conclusion because he'd read about such magic before. FOr now, he wasn't going to dwell on that.
After his initial awe, and Ethayarajan's appearance, Ules bowed, waited a moment, and then spoke, still in a position of praise, with one knee on the ground, head tilted. A position Merek would likely never see him in again.
"My lord. What brings you to the mortal realm, and what can I do to help?", Ules said in a calm, falt tone, unlike his usual dark or sardonic one
Merek would likely see such willing subservience shocking coming from Ules, one he would only have known as a leader throughout his period of acquaintance. Ules sat still, awaiting an answer from the dark god.
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Post by merek on Jul 25, 2008 16:52:53 GMT -5
The Avatar addressed Felko first.
"Yes, you've done much for yourself Ules. Its voice seethed and oozed out edged with insidious undertones and multilayer pitch. The very sound of it echoed through ones ears. "A new world of darkness shall soon envelope lesser Carme. Let it come, wave the flames of evil and allow it to spread. Though you will not be the instiller of villainy, you shall gain infamy upon your own accord. The death toll shall rise, and thus my grip upon this world will become complete. Ules you shall know when this darkness is present, and despite your pride that you hold so dear, you shall embrace it, then the extent of Ethayarajan's will be revealed. Felko do not forget, Power corrupts, Absolute power corrupts absolutely." It curled its hand into a fist as if squelching the breath of the world.
To Merek the scene had slowly begun to lose its malevolent tone. The clever illusion had served his purpose, to throw him off balance, but now he had regained his composure. "Creature, what shall you have of me then!" He spat, "why have you brought me here, you, you monster."
A slight twinge of a smile crept onto Etharajayan's face. "You, Merek of Alduria, shall receive the finest mission of all. In remembrance for my millennium locked within your blade, you shall experience the true pleasure of being ostracized from your world," The avatar spoke slowly as a judge does when delivering a final sentence. It drew its fingers into a pyramid. "On your return, for you are a just and honorable man, you will attempt to warn the world of my arrival. But in a true expression of man's desire to destroy themselves, none will believe you. You wont be able to stop yourself from following this path, for your unconscious already has taken command. Release the guilt Merek, and watch as those who you once loved are torn away." Ethayarajan voice came to a close, the illusions lips glowed slightly black once the words were finished. With that, the person that was Ethayarajan began to melt away. There were no questions asked or subtle glances exchanged, no worldly politics or intelligent banter. Almost as quickly as it had arrived it left. Leaving the two companions alone to ponder what they had marched so far to learn.
His rage slowly boiled up. Merek cursed loudly at where Ethayarajan had been. He kicked at the ground and screamed in feral anguish. It had dismissed him like some sort of stray dog. Merek searched for something else to be angry of, trying not to realize the extent of the curse bestowed upon him. Had it not been enough, had all those sleepless nights just been the beginning? As the avatar predicted, the thought crossed Merek's mind to never speak of what he saw. But it was a futile venture, the world needed to know, and he knew he couldn't live with the guilt of his actions much longer. Maybe just maybe, this was a trick, or maybe he would only tell the king. The king would believe him. A tear tumbled down his cheek. He stopped his raging and slowly sank to his knees. Merek barely remembered another time he truly cried, He had done it once before, as the castle gates of Valkori city fell and Diabolos lay slain, then he cried. But those were different times, and those tears were ones of joy, not suffering. In a sudden moment, Merek felt flawed. Belvair hung like a boulder at his sides. He questioned the gods choice in him. He was not the hero they spoke of in the streets, not the one he told stories of to his children before bed, Merek had failed.
Turning away from Ules he wiped his tears upon his muddy bedraggled sleeves. He stepped to the chamber doors and threw them open. The warm dessert breeze hit him hard across the face. Upon the door lay no black citadel, just empty dunes. He did not know how far he was from home or even where his men were. Merek stepped out onto the warm sunbaked sand. He turned and looked back at the sorcerer with bloodshot eyes.
"Felko I believe its time we go," his voice was composed, masking the feeling of utter dread inside. Merek had never studied the goddess, he knew not that those who take their own lives were banished to the far reaches of hell. The thought of suicide had of course crossed his mind, but he had a duty. It was a fact he could not escape, a fact that defined his very being. A fact Ethayarajan had counted on. He would tell the world of the dark ones coming, doom them to their fate of unpreparedness and when the sky fell and life was silenced, he'd die alone.
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Post by Ules Felko on Jul 25, 2008 17:31:31 GMT -5
((I think this has served it's purpose. We can end it here. Feel free to start another topic elsewhre if you still wanna RP, or het Lavitz to be acgive again so you can face the Shadow))
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