Quest for Nadrik's Salvation (Nadrik's Demise)

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Ixi'kweez: Breaking Point -- (Nadrik's Demise (Good))

Thu Jul 9 23:08:48 2009

To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Sadora Maraisal arpee religion Austinian all imm Zypher Scorn

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Dawn slowly broke over the horizon. The pure, bright rays of the sun

filtered through the filthy, broken windowpanes of the greenhouse within the

Sharondaerl Forest. All about Ixi'kweez, the stricken elves were still

asleep, seemingly relatively content. He, however, did not sleep at all,

and had not for quite some time. Indeed, he had been very busy as of late.

Between his role as Senator, his businesses, his trade, the Council of

Light, his upcoming wedding, and this wretched forest, Ixi'kweez had little

time for rest. What little time he did find to rest, he would simply keep

himself awake worrying about what needed to be done next.

Some in the Vallens have begun to notice the toll that all of this exertion

was having on an already frail Ixi'kweez. He walked a bit stooped over.

There were dark circles under his eyes. He looked like he aged thirty years

in recent weeks.

This particular morning, Abbott Gwynn had given the signal. The search was

on for the shards needed to save Nadrik. In a matter of hours, Ixi'kweez

had boarded the Golden Koi and was off to Shokono, exhausted and

bleary-eyed. Knowing full well he would get no sleep this day either, he

upended his satchel and grabbed his quill and ink, and began to write a long

overdue letter to his betrothed, Sadora...

Greetings, Love. I am sorry I could not write sooner, but I have found

myself pulled in many directions as of late. Now, I am off to Shokono, to

find the shards the Light will need to save Nadrik.

Ixi'kweez stared at the stained parchment for several minutes, unable to

form any real cohesive thoughts. He placed the parchment down and paced the

deck of the Koi for a few minutes in an attempt to revive himself. Such

walks were commonplace with Ixi'kweez as of late. But as time progressed,

they were less and less effective. He walked to the railing and looked out

at the limitless ocean all around him. He couldn't think of a time he had

felt so insignificant as he was on the Koi at that moment. He breathed a

heavy sigh and returned to his letter.

I'm tired, Sadie. Real tired. I feel overwhelmed by the events unfolding

around me. I feel at times that I am in way over my head. Some in the

Vallens are concerned for my health. They say I should not take on so much,

that I should slow down. There are times that I am inclined to believe

them.

But then, I remember the Holy Father's vision, and the repercussions of

failure. It is from that, that I draw my strength.

I hope all is well with you, Love. Please come home soon, I miss you

sorely.

Love, Ixi.

Ixi'kweez stored away his writing supplies and returned to the port railing,

gazing out upon the boundless ocean before him, and the relentless crashing

of its waves.

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Gwendalen: Even in the Darkness - (Nadriks Demise - Good)

Fri Jul 10 00:43:12 2009

To: Nordmaar Althainia Justice Knighthood Shalonesti_kingdom Ganth Wargar Thaxanos White_robes Conclave ALL Kantilles Immortals Roleplay Religion Zypher Erisande Seriphyril Tazisk Kaikias Damerus

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Gwendalen woke up, paying little attention to where she stood as she read

the missives that were circulating about Nadrik, she instantly dropped her

head and prayed.

The air shimmered about her as her prayer ended, little shards of light

flickered and she lifted her gaze and spoke "Please, anything that can be

done, guide me Father"

He spoke with her of what needed to be done, she knew little of these

shards, but knew they would have great importance and knew it was time to

search along and hard.

"This is of the utmost importance, and the time to show unity in action is

at hand, my child. All of the light - all of it - must find these shards at

once."

These words echoed in her head and she quickly nodded, she knew what needed

to be done. As the lights flickered and disappeared, Gwendalen wasted no

time. She started to gather one at a time, in waves of many those she could

think of off the top of her head.

Justice and Althainia, Knighthood and those of Shalonesti, those of the

Ivory tower and those of even the light as far as she could reach, Ganth and

Darkonin, she called to those of the Gray order and all those she could

find. She even called for the aid of the firstborns she could find. They

gathered in the one place she knew no matter what, the light was safe from

all darkness. Forgiveness would come later for such but she knew it had to

be done.

Unity - this was going to be the key to saving Nadrik

As they all stood and gathered, Each felt the presences of the Holy Father

Austinian and the Holy Mother Taliena, The urgency felt was all it took for

Gwendalen to know that the war that was to come, now was at hand at least on

the mortals side of it, there would be many battles a head...

The light... Must be a force that cannot fail.

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Tazisk: Rumors and Truth - ( Nadrik's Demise - (Good) )

Fri Jul 10 06:45:13 2009

To: All Austinian Knighthood Althainia ( Imm Religion RP )

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Hours passed as the Gold soared the skies, faint whispers trailing in the

winds reached him as he flew. This was an activity the Gold did often,

after his long slumber it was necessary. If nothing else the softlings were

useful for information, whether knowingly or not, their gossip was often

overheard. This had become habit as he attempted to discover what had

transpired since his slumber, new kings and queens had taken their thrones,

armies have bled, and even gods had perished while he slept. This day

however, there was more important news than the worthless dribble that most

commonly reaches his ears.

The whispers soon became a flurry of speech, something important was

transpiring. Rumors were spreading of Nadrik, perhaps he was in danger,

perhaps not. As the Gold flew he grew annoyed, the information was frantic,

conflicting, and ultimately worthless. In frustration the Gold flew to the

one place where he could think in peace, he had always found comfort there,

even as a hatchling.

Tazisk landed in front of the temple, and walked in slowly approaching the

altar. As he bowed his head before the altar he uttered a prayer on Nadriks

behalf, though he still hoped the rumors were false. Time passed, the Gold

grew weary, and turned from the altar to fly back to his lair to slumber.

Before his gaze left the altar a bright light descended upon the room,

capturing the Gold's attention immediately. A loud voice came from this

light, some of the softlings within the room grew startled and ran from the

temple, but it was of no consequence to the Gold. He stood in front of the

altar, his head bowed in respect once more as he was given instructions.

The message was simple, he must spread the word to the priests of light,

instructions will be coming, those of the Light must gather, and information

must be sought regarding the Shards of Seanan. As quickly as the light came

it faded, and the Gold wasted no time. Tazisk flew out of the temple as

fast he could and began contacting the few softlings he knew.

The message spread quickly, and the softlings began to gather. His mission

complete the Gold returned to his lair, exhausted from hours of frantic

flight. He would slumber, perhaps just for a little while...

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Daician: Searching for Information - (Nadrik's Demise(Good))

Fri Jul 10 13:48:08 2009

To: All Althainia Mercerion Knighthood Imm Immortal RP Religion

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Daician was distracted to say the least when he heard the voice of

General Mamoritai addressing him. He had caught the sword that Arkadis had

flung at him out of sheer reflex and was lucky that he didn't slice his own

hand off with his inattentiveness. He sheathed both weapons and offered his

sparring partner a small bow before he took his leave, explaining that the

General needed him for something. But Sinurus? He thought, What does that

grumpy old man know anything about other than-- "Oh... Right." He broke

the silence as he walked through the field north of New Thalos looking for a

decent place to set up a gate. "Portals... He'll be wanting information on

the Shards of Seanan."

Daician uttered the command word and stepped through the black gate to the

old Keep of Knighthood. He was used to this place, and he knew exactly

where to find the old man... Being an elf, this was the closest he'd ever

come to seeing the inside of the human's Keep, so he took every opportunity

he could to study the place when he was younger and still filled with dreams

of being a valiant protector.

He made his way quickly to the gateway where Sinurus stood before a broken

and chaotic vortex that flashed glimpses into several different locations as

he tinkered with the magic of the gate. He offered a bow, even though the

man was turned away from him and started, "Sir Sinurus, I am Soldier Kerolas

and have come from Althainia tasked by the General Mamoritai to inquire as

to what you may know about the Shards of Seanan." His unannounced arrival

earned him a glare from the old man. "I am far too busy fixing these

portals to enchant worthless items for riff-raff like you!" With that he

gave him a surly once-over and turned back to his work on the portal, a few

sparks flying as some magic fizzled and faded into the gate.

"Wha-enchanting? I don't want enchanting, sir. Do you know anything about

the -Shards of Seanan-?" He said these last words a little louder,

suspecting that the man must be going a little deaf. This only brought him

another glare and a dismissive wave from the old man and he was forced to

give up the questioning. As he left the Keep he told the General of the

lack of success, a grim mood already settling in. We probably haven't got

long to find them... -Someone's- got to know where they are.

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Jadess: Remembering - ( Nadrik's Demise - ( Light ) )

Fri Jul 10 13:59:18 2009

To: Althainia all religion imm Zypher Austinian Scorn

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Jadess woke to the pitter patter of rain and the gentle rocking of the

Sovereign Sojourner. At first, she couldn't remember how she had gotten

aboard; after a moment of rubbing her eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness

of the Captain's Quarters, a vague memory of following her husband came to

mind. Why couldn't she remember? She didn't recall drinking the night

before. Just exhausted. But why?

She stood from the bed, realizing that she was still in her uniform. She

must not have had the energy to remove her boots or sabres. She frowned,

trying to rememeber anything, -everything- that had happened. She moved to

her pack laying half opened next to the bed and began pulling out missive

after missive for any sort of clue. News of the shards, gathers of the

Light... The Prefect's eyes widen, her memory coming back to her.

She had run all over Althainia, going by the General's orders, searching for

anything that could lead her to the shards to save the God of Honor. One

place after the next was searched thoroughly with no luck. But the search

itself shouldn't have tired her. Now that she thought about it... When was

the last time she actually slept? A nap here and there for about a week

straight. There was the cause of her exhaustion.

A missive from Gwendalen caught her eye. Tilting her head, she picked it up

and began scanning the message. Another gathering. Time and date? Noted.

She quickly gathered her things, roughly placing them back in her pack and

stood up from the floor. Hopefully a good night's sleep would keep her

going as she prepared for what looked like another week of no rest.

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Mercerion: Radiant Halcyon -- ( Nadrik's Demise (Good))

Fri Jul 10 17:38:38 2009

To: Zypher Scorn Immortal Religion Nadrik Clarissia Gwendalen Inazuma Knighthood

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Mercerion's eyes burned at the sudden explosion of light filling his

vision. He rubbed at them agitatedly for a moment before his eyes adjusted.

"There is no damned light in that dungeon" Mercerion nodded once at a

soldier he walked past, who was digging through a chest upon the ground.

"Keep at it, men, if there is something here, I want to take it back and

have our men look at it in the kingdom" He hollered.

With that, Mercerion stepped outside. He was never fond of the keep at

Serpantol. The scavengers and the ghosts within did not frighten him.

Those that stood in his way were turned away. It was the sense of

forebodance in the place. The historical failures of the knights that

fought here. Every time he stepped foot on the ground, they all came

rushing back to him.

If there is something in any of the places they had checked, His men would

bring them back and have them analyzed, before he moved to begin their next

exploration, and it was this, that gave the General pause to think.

Mercerion thought for some time, wondering whom Seanan would have had

contact with, whom the shards might have been recovered by. He thought and

considered the nature of the shards, and why they need them, their purpose.

Two beings came into Mercerion's mind, as he rolled out the map, and began

to plot the logistics therein. On the morn of the morrow, they would return

to ALthainia. At twilight that evening, they would head to visit Croyden's

Gareth.

With that, Mercerion headed north, walking towards a serpentine shaped

building. He had just one more place to turn inside out while he was here.

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Laeruh: Taliena~! ( Nadrik's Demise ( Good ))

Fri Jul 10 23:54:00 2009

To: all Taliena ( Imm Religion RP ) Eysyn Damerus Pharia Arkane Octaivius

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It was a great day for Laeruh! The kender was pleased with her work for

the day. It hadn't been much--just one new person who'd come to her for her

world-renown Army recruitment procedure--but she was always delighted when

she could fulfill her duties as a Lieutenant.

Plus, on top of that, she'd been diligently putting her little haert and

soul into each and every quest that the local questmaster had trusted her

with! As a result, she was quickly winding her way up the ladder of "the

world's top questers". She'd always been impressed by Admiral Flike's

dedication to being a topknotch quester, so it was natural for her to want

to be second-best to him.

All-in-all, questing was something that she sometimes liked and sometimes

didn't-like-so-much. Anything to keep a kender active is probably in the

best interest of the world, especially if the kender has access to a library

with even trivial-level spellbooks, or--most dangerously--an alchemy lab or

two. Thankfully, though Laeruh did share an inherited interest in

all-things-magic, she wouldn't ever dream of prioritizing it above social

contact or a chance to explore somewhere new.

This was the reverie that went through her head as she completed her latest

transaction with the questmaster. One hundred and twenty-seven quest points

was equivilant to meeting a scaly frog, so wouldn't one trillion-million

quest points be like meeting some kind of newer-species-type dragon? She'd

be able to buy whatever she wanted whenever something great came up for

auction, and the thought delighted her! It was precisely at that point in

time that she noted Damerus's--the half-ogre who stood next to her--new

fragrance. It was lovely!

You wouldn't think that a half-ogre would care too much for girly scents

like those of the freshest rose petals, but it was all too apparent to

Laeruh that it's precisely the scent of what the man next to her had been

bathing in.

She, being a kender, was all too happy to point it out. "By the way, sir,

haven't you been bathing in some pretty good smelling water?" The half-ogre

looked at her with puzzlement.

And then it started raining, small petals flittering in the air around the

kender, the half-ogre, and the diligent questmaster who--surely--was at that

time trying to think of a way to incorporate these events into a really epic

"find the puppy" task.

My child, I hope your heart is filled with joy and love. It was a heavenly

voice, beyond beautiful, and it was quickly apparent to the kender that she

was the target audience of the newest arrival's words. She turned her gaze

upward, only a second of bewilderment crossing her kenderish face as she

responded. "Yes, miss. It definitely is."

"By the way, aren't you Taliena," the kender inquired, pausing only briefly

before she continued. "I've wanted to say hi for a long time and stuff!"

Even as she spoke, she'd been gathering the rose petals into her palms and

tentatively pocketing any that flittered onto her clothing.

There is a need for all of the light, my child. All must act and aide to

find the shards. Do what you can, time is of the essence. Laeruh knew

what it was. She'd been briefed regarding the shards earlier, told to work

in secrecy. She also noted the unhesitant tone in her goddess' beautiful

voice, a smile crossing her face as she nodded and pledged to do her best.

The importance of the topic was certainly not lost on the kender.

Her Captain entered the room at that time, eyes questioning the rose petals

littering the floor. Laeruh flashed a grin, instructing the man to wave

upward, and thus the unknowing Captain greeted her goddess too! She

snickered inwardly from the brief, funny scenario, and then looked back to

the sky. "You can count on me, miss," she spoke as a single last rose petal

fell, landing atop her knee.

The kender began swiftly. She spoke to priests, dragons, her fellow

citizens in Arkane. With a loving smile, she always noted that she'd

received her payment in advance--the petals in her pocket smelled just like

Taliena.

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Eysyn: Search for the Shards (Nadrik's Demise (Good))

Sat Jul 11 10:41:16 2009

To: All Nadrik Austinian ( Imm Religion RP ) Nasha Gwendlalen

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Eysyn had returned home from the gathering. It had gone about like he

had expected. He hated those things, and made a point not to attend them

most of the time. He would not have attended this time if not for the

urgency of the matter, or for the fact had to speak at it. That had made

the trip worse, but his lord's life may depened on the information he had

come across, so it was a minor annoyance in the long run.

Eysyn sighed heavily. Just one thing on his mind.

Why?

Eysyn hated being the center of attention. Even his Captain duties brought

him more attention then he liked. But now... Now he might get a whole lot

of attention, especially if what Nasha had brought to him was the real

thing. Why him? Why through her?

Eysyn wanted these to be the shards his Lord needed. Nasha had never given

him a reason not to trust her. Which was made for a very odd parring, a

follower of Devion and a follower of Nadrik as friends, let alone speaking

terms. But, Nasha comming to him with these crystaline shards just hours

after the search for them had started... Was justtoo much of a coincedence

to take with out a second thought.

Nasha wanted this kept secret as well, and Eysyn had sworn he would not

reveal her possesion of the shards. At least he convinced her to let him

make know to those of the light that a clue had been found already. That

was the whole reason he had attended the meeting. He had dismissed several

questions as to who his source was, and caught alot of grief over it his

refusal to identify them. The stress would cause him to loose much sleep

tonight, he is sure.

But, he swore to Nasha not to reveal her unless she released him from his

oath. Eysyn took his oaths very seriously, and this would not be one he

would break. It may put his Lord in greater danger by slowing down the

process of aquireing two shards, or worse two fakes. But Eysyn was not

going to step on everything his Lord stood for in a rash effort to save him.

No, cooler heads MUST prevail here he thought to him himself. He would keep

Nasha's secret. Eysyn just prayed the prize for doing so was worth it.

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Domacius: The Path of the Empire (Nadrik's Demise - ( Light ))

Sat Jul 11 11:18:46 2009

To: Ganth Amarok Saiboth Bynx Takyr Envesu Zypher Nadrik Scorn All

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Pacing back and forth on the balcony of the keep, Commander Domacius has

a great deal on his mind. The Empire must take action, but what action

would be best for the Empire as a whole and not just for himself. The

Commander leans down on the railing resting his elbows and bringing his

hands up to his mouth. A few moments later he stands up and calls out to

the Empire, "Bynx, please join me in the Keep. "

A few moments later Bynx enters the room and salutes the Commander.

Domacius nods and doesnt waste any time and got right down to business. "As

the former Commander and future soon to be Sub-Commander of the Empire with

the turmoil in the heavens, where do ye stand on the issue? " Bynx gave a

smirk at this, "I had a fealing you would ask me that' A grin come across

the commander No mater my faith cousin, my honor and interest are for whats

best for the Empire, were you not there when I Attacked and avatar of my own

God? "

The commander noded I know where the Emperor and myself stand, but I must

look out of the Empire as a whole. But I believe that ye would rather see

Nadrik, and honor itself saved then to see Fatale gain glory? ' Bynx

replied to this. "Above all, I serve the Empire first, and my God second,

there are other god, but only one Empire"

Turning back to look over the city the Commander speaks, "Then I shall

pledge the blades and blood of our breathern to the search of the shards

needed rescue our patron of Honor Nadrik from his captures. The only thing

left is to gather the Empire and conduct a search for any shards. "

Domacius rests his hands on the rails of the balcony and looks out over the

city seemingly lost in thought for the moment. Bynx turns his attention

from Domacius to the busy streets below, "Dont fret cousin, I know it weighs

heavy for you, but We walk this realm, and we make of this world by our own

actions, gods serve as reminders and give those weak at heart the strength

the will to believe in what they are capable of, if Nadrik dies, Honor is

still instilled in us. "

Bynx rests a hand on Domacius's shoulder to try and reassure him for a

moment before turning his attention back to the citizens below. Domacius

crosses his arms and turns away from the edge of the balcony looking to Bynx

with conviction in his eyes, "Regardless of the outcome, shall we save him

or not, Honor shall always be apart of whom we are. But we will atleast be

able to say that we have done everything we could to save Nadrik. "

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Jadess: The Bone Tower - ( Nadrik's Demise - ( Light) )

Sat Jul 11 15:25:54 2009

To: Althainia Daician Parle all ( Zypher immortals religion Austinian Scorn )

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The Ivory Waste, specifically the tower of Nagash, was her next

assignment. It was easy enough to get to; she didn't get turned around or

anything, even with Daician following behind her. Well... At least the

Bone Tower wasn't hard to find. Once there, however, the search seemed

fruitless. Every room was searched three times--no--four times. Five

times. One key was found through the search, but all it did was open a

glass cabinet holding a few potions. The alchemist didn't seem too pleased

with Daician and herself taking them, but he did nothing to stop them.

There was nothing else left for the two soldiers here. No sense in staying

if there wasn't anything to unlock the gates at the highest levels of the

tower. Jadess didn't like the idea of leaving until the entire place was

searched, but there was nothing for it. They had to go back. She ordered

Daician to return first, and followed silently behind. She wasn't pleased,

not in the slightest. Something was missing... There had to have been one

place they didn't look. Even as she took rest in the Fellowship, her mind

raced as she tried to figure out what they had done wrong. What rooms

weren't searched? What person wasn't spoken with?

She had to go back. The Prefect couldn't stand the thought of a job

unfinished. She packed up her things quickly and raced out of the tavern

back to the Bone Tower. Every room was turned upside down, every single

person was questioned. She went back to the alchemist in hopes for a new

key, but was ushered out as fast as she entered. She had about given up

hope of ever finding that blasted piece of metal that resembled a key when

she stumbled upon a person who she hadn't recognized from her first trip.

She gazed at the necklace hanging loosely around the adept, her eyes

widening in realization. It was the key! It had to be! The triangular

shape matched that of the iron door halfway up the steps.

The key was easy enough to obtain. She hadn't needed to draw her sabres

when the man hurriedly handed it over to her. Her eyes brightened at the

prospect of being able to complete her mission. She summoned Daician as she

ran up the stairs, taking two at a time until she stood before the iron

door. The triangle medallion was a perfect fit. The door swung open into a

room with five doors besides the one she just entered from. The rooms were

scoured once Daician had arrived. Anyone who attacked the two soldiers were

easily taken care of. The dragon-lich, come to find out, held the key for

the gates leading up the spire. Excited about her mission being completed,

she grabbed the key and almost dragged Daician up the stairs. Oh, but the

Admiral wanted to join. Not so much of a problem; it allowed Jadess and

Daician time to rest up a bit. She unlocked the gate upon his arrival and

the search continued up the spire.

The rooms here were few in number, so it made it easy to check out

everything in them. A portal leading back to the temple square in Althainia

was found in one room; Admiral Parle had stepped into it on accident and had

to run back to the Bone Tower. The throne room of Nagash held nothing that

could be of help, and the three companions realized that Nagash was not in

the first place.

Agreed that the tower was free of aany clues or shards, Parle, Daicia, and

Jadess ran back to the room with the portal to Althainia, each one stepping

in to head home. Jadess sighed as she flopped down into a chair at the

Fellowship, pulling out parchment to write up her report. Yet another area

proven useless. Oh well. It's just one less place that the shards could

be. Dipping her quill in ink, she hunched over the table and began to

furiously scribble a transcription of the events at the Bone Tower. It was

going to be a looooong night for the Prefect.

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Taevan: What to do when one is restricted ( Nadrik's Demise - ( Light) )

Sat Jul 11 19:45:44 2009

To: Althainia Knighthood All ( Zypher Immortals Religion Austinian Kantilles Scorn )

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Taevan looked around the shrine, he was forbidden from leaving it alone,

and unprotected. He did not mind, it was not in his nature to be rebelious

or disobedient. There was, however, some way he probably could help, though

it was a faint glimmer of hope. Perhaps one of the books that was stored

around his home had the answers they were looking for, but right now he

needed to learn just what they were talking about. He needed to learn about

Seanan. Yes, he was a little young, but he knew there had to be something

to do.

He picked up the first book he could reach, "Magic for the Novice". More

than likely, had nothing of value in it, but he sat down to read it anyways.

He got to a part where the book was describing the effects of the energy

drain spell. He chuckled, so THIS is the book Branzol was reading his

bedtime stories out of.

Three days passed. He had taken the occasional break to eat and stretch his

legs. He knew most of these spells he could not perform without something

backfiring, or going wrong, he wasn't that skilled yet. However, the point

wasn't to learn how to use them, it was to learn of the shards, of potential

locations, and he couldn't learn about the shards unless he had the basics

down.

His father slept, the occasional gust of cold air filling his home. He

shivered slightly, and wrapped himself in the blanket. "Magic and the White

Moons Affects" He read the title, he took one look at the first page, read a

paragraph and then sighed, it was to advanced. He put the book back on the

shelf and took the second volume of the book he had previously read out and

began to read.

Time crawled, his mother was off doing the important things like leading the

unification of the light. His father was probably trying to dream of a way

to save Nadrik. His brother was off in the Keep, fighting darkness at every

turn, defending Althainia and the Light.

Here he was, at home reading, a moment of frustration and anger boiled to

the surface, and in a fit of rage he threw the book down and kicked it. He

yearned to grow past the stages, the lack of fighting ability he had and

crusade forth for his lord, the magical son of Austinian. He wanted to

prove himself, he wanted to fight alongside his brother.

He realized what he was thinking was wrong, it was rebellious, it was just

what the darkness wanted, and what Kantilles didn't want. He kneeled at the

altar and prayed for the forgiveness from the holy magical son, and prayed

for continued aid in going through the books, learning and reading. He also

prayed to be more like his sister, but he knew that would never be, as she

was the magically oriented one.

As he finished his prayer, Taevan kneeled down to pick up the book. He

placed it upon his lap and continued to read until exhaustion overcame him,

the last thing he remembered was his mother coming in to pick him up and put

him back in his bed.

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Mercerion: Silent Cartographer -- ( Nadrik's Demise (Good))

Sat Jul 11 22:05:37 2009

To: All Nadrik Immortal Religion Scorn Zypher

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It was a dark and still evening in Althainia. The Church of Light was

frequented often these days, with passerbyes and faithful coming to give

their words and thoughts to the Deities of Righteousness. Each God or

Goddess's temples were lit and active nearly every hour of each day,

although at this point, Nadrik's temple emitted only a soft, flickering glow

of a single prayer candle. Inside, Mercerion sat with a near endless stack

of texts.

One by one, the General read through these volumes, reading everything he

could about Seanan, Maylstrom, and the events that came to be with Seanan's

time on Algoron. He sighed in frustration as he finished the last book, and

began reading the first from the pile again. "There has to be something

we're missing... Some clues as to where these infernal things are"

Mercerion thought to himself. As Mercerion read on, he came to a spot and

needed to rest his eyes a moment, opting to look up at Nadrik's statue.

He noted the commanding posture of the enmarbled God before him, his power

and strength etched into each detail of statue. From its towering eight

foot height, to the mighty broadsword carried by the God himself. Mercerion

could not help but shudder at the thought of what could bring such an

empowered individual to the state Nadrik was currently in, then gritted his

teeth as the answer returned to him, seering him.

"No Honor in this defeat. In a fair fight, none of them would have had a

chance against Him." He spoke quietly, to himself, as his gaze remained on

the God's marble transposition. Mercerion's eyes traced the detail of the

armors, noting their strength, their beauty. He then lowered his head as

the thought came, "What do they look like now?" Mercerion shook his head,

brushing the thought away.

"It matters not, what He looks like, or how hurt He is, so long as He is

alive, and we work to gather the required materials to save Him" Mercerion

whispered to himself, once again, pouring over his texts through the

evening.

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When Mercerion had woken the next morning, and dressed himself in his armors

and weapons, he called to him a soldier on duty, and gave him a single

command. Rouse the men, We've work to do, and we've got to move now.

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[130] Parle: The beginning of a possible end - ( Nadrik's Demise (Good) - Part I

Sun Jul 12 16:22:52 2009

To: Althainia All Immortal Roleplay

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Parle lay there in his bed staring up to the ceiling wondering what this

day would bring to him. He sat for minutes, although it seemed like hours

mulling over his life, and future. Suddenly, while basking in his of grief,

he was summoned to the port of Icewall. General Mercerion Mamoritai, had

sent for him immediately. Without even thinking, he quickly grabbed his

silver laiden Admiral uniform, tossed it on. He grabbed his weaponry not

knowing what to expect and departed for Icewall.

Upon Parle's arrival at the Icewall port, he was greeted by General

Mamoritai. Parle offered a crisp salute, and was hastily beckoned to follow

the General. So he did. Their adventure took them to a meeting of the

Gather of Light. Parle looked about confused for a moment, he was unsure as

to what was going on. He was prepared to do battle at a moments notice.

After a half an hours journey into the mountains, they had arrived to what

seemed like a small gathering. Parle tipped his head with respect to those

around him. As the General left to acquire more people, he sat observing

still unsure as to what was transpiring.

After a few moments the room filled quite rapidly. There were whispers

about shards, and what to do about them. As soon as these whispers began it

was made clear that there was indeed about to be a hunt for these shards.

The discussion wore on for a few hours, and then the most amazing thing

befell Parle's eyes. The light which seemingly came from the heavens, was

shining down into the room. He was struck in such awe of what was

transpiring that it almost sent chills down his spine. The Father himself,

Lord Austinian, had arrived to give word to the group assembled. Parle's

eyes widened and he suddenly knelt before the most warm presense he had ever

felt. The pain in Lords eyes radiating such heat and ferocity, that for a

moment Parle thought as if he was caught in a firestorm. Sweat dripping

down his face, he listened to the words being spoken...

'Make all preparations to begin search at a moments notice, be observant of

ANY clue. '

'Know well, the threat is grave. Nadrik WILL die if this fails. '

These last few words spoken, struck Parle like a hammer. He thought solely

to himself, although he knew that the Lord could have been listening to his

inner turmoil. How could he have selfishly worried about his own life? How

could he even possibly think about his own problems? Then suddenly the

light which exerted so much warmth, faded, leaving those gathered in the

room to feel at once the sadness that is placed upon the Lords heart.

Immediately after, Parle was told by the general. "Admiral, prepare the

navy at once. " Without hesitation Parle left those gathered and went

directly to the docks to prepare his crew, and his ships.

(To be continued)

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Kaliper: A visit ( Nadrik's Demise (Evil)

Sun Jul 12 21:51:28 2009

To: All Imm RP Religion Fatale

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The fire within the hearth crackled and popped as it raged on,

illuminating the living room just enough to cast shadows on the walls. The

long shadow made by the velvet couch cast the largest shadow, shrouding out

the floor where the man sat and meditated. The hardwood floor where he sat

was etched in a symbol of his master, Death. His silk covered legs laid

crossed as his hand rested on the edges of his knees. His back raised,

stiff, unmoving as his eyes sat shut in deep meditation. He had learned

this from his training afar and had come to use it when his mind was unease.

His breathing was short, small, almost not at all. His trance was deep and

this is where he found his answers. The form did not move, did not waver.

Even the trickle of sweat down his scarred skin did nothing to deter him

from his trance. But something did this time.

The air in the room slowly changed from the permeating heat to that of a

cool breeze. Something had entered the living room. Something, that was

not suppose to enter it. It had happened once before. They had came.

Specters of the dead. Spirits, whose goal was to drive him to insanity and

death to avenge themselves from His wrath. Specters who wailed and screamed

in the night, wailed for their death, wailed to torment, wailed and screamed

for their disconnection to the afterlife. But here, after trying

repeatedly, they found his resolve was unflinching. So they came now, to

simply pester. The specters presence had awoken him from his trance. His

eyes looked slowly, with an annoyance, around the room. He leaned forward,

pressing his fist to the floor and arched his back, pulling his legs from

under himself and straightening. He planted on bare foot on the floor and

stood. A smirk crossed his face as he moved over to his desk to retrieve a

glass of his wine. As he lifted the glass a wail, like that of thousands of

souls crying pain, erupted in the room. His hand shifted slightly from the

sudden sound but continued to life the glass to his lips. He turned and

planted himself in his chair as his eyes looked about the room. The search

did not take long as two specters appeared before him. One visage was tall.

This he only could guess was a minotaur or ogre he had defeated. The other

was much shorter. The outline of it was that of a woman. Its appearance

was slender and lighted in structure. He lifted the glass once again as a

voice erupted in the room.

"You will not have the shards! Darkness will not prevail!"

"Please now.. Have wae naet had tis conversation.. Yer threats are as

emptae as that vessel yae once called a loife.. An I took that verae

easalae.." , He said as he sat his glass down.

The smaller specter moved closer to him. It's form swaggering as if

seduction was being offered.

"And what would a, beast, as you do with these shards. Give them to the

greater powers that be? Let them control this war? Light will not allow

this. "

Placing his elbows on his armrest he pressed his hands and fingers together,

opening them and resting the index fingers on his lips in thought.

The voice bellowed again, "What would you do?!"

He did not even drop his fingers as his eyes rose to look at the specters.

"Kill Austinian.."

Silence lay over the room. The specters froze at the words. He know his

words struck him even before he said them.

"Why? ", asked the woman specter.

Kaliper took a drink of his glass. He sat it down as he slowly smiled.

"Baecause it would bae tha greatest gift ta mae Mastaer.. An ta Her.. Shae

would bae devastated.."

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Taevan: Sifting Through Time (Part one) ( Nadrik's Demise ( Light ) )

Mon Jul 13 00:42:19 2009

To: Inazuma Gwendalen Mercerion ( Imm RP Zypher ALL )

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Taevan stood upon the shores of Icewall, the water breaking against the

dock. His hair was being tossed around by the chilling breeze. His eyes

looked up into the eyes of the dragon who was addressing him. He knew the

dragon, Inazuma, bronze scales gleaming in the sunlight. He must remain

composed, he had been around dragons since his birth. He knew many of them,

but would only refer to them as firstborn, until given the right to call

them anything else. This dragon was no different.

The dragon let down one wing, Taevans eyes widened, though he composed

himself quickly. He knew what that gesture meant. Inazuma wanted Taevan to

ride him. Taevan knew the implications, this was not a ride to be taken

lightly. He made absolutely certain that Inazuma wished this, and did not

want to appear to make assumptions, and after it was confirmed Taevan

mounted him and held on tight as the dragon took flight into the air. He

held on tight to the dragons neck as Inazuma sped through the air, the speed

was remarkable, and if Taevan did not know how to properly ride a dragon, he

would have surely been thrown off. He suspected that Inazuma knew he could

handle it, and watched as the water moved by below him. Dolphins

occasionally flipped outside of the water, but he never got to see them dive

back in, as they were travelling very fast.

The sun was now warmer, the air felt warmer as well. It was different than

Althainia or Icewall, he rather enjoyed it, then it became a bit warmer than

he liked as he headed towards a rather interestingly sculpted place. It was

then he realized the place had been sculpted, by the dragon he now rode. He

marvelled at it. When he entered the cave, the sixteen year old dismounted

and looked around him, the treasures were piled high, very, very high.

Inazuma made his way to his bed and began to question Taevan as to the

reason he was there. It was revealed that a shard may exist within that

very lair. Within their grasp and yet not. Inazuma believed it was there,

but also seemed skeptical that it might be the right shard. Taevan believed

in Inazuma's words, he knew that that shard must be found, but the task was

daunting. He started at it, and realized that it was a more complex task,

some of the items were either broken, damaged, or tarnished. It was up to

him to repair and do what he could to make the items sparkle again, it was

the least he could do for his host.

There was a glimmer, red it shimmered, he reached for it, but it drew blood.

It was sharp. It was red. It was a shard. But, when he withdrew it from

the pile, he realized, that shard... Was the shard of a ruby. A ruby, that

may have made it to a gemstone, if the crafter was more efficient. He

turned and asked Inazuma about it, and inffered that it might have come from

one of his spellcrafter friends and might have been caught in his scales.

The conversation turned to learning about dragons, history and what it meant

to be a dragon, Taevan thought a bit more on it, he knew who he was, his

heritage and what it all meant.

Once there was an intermission, he started to sort through the things again.

This would take a very, very long time.

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Daeymon: Revelations: Nadrik's demise (Good)

Mon Jul 13 02:12:48 2009

To: Knighthood ( Imm Nadrik Immortal Demise of Nadrik)

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Daeymon awoke on his familiar pew. His rest had been less than comforting of late.

Coming in from his patrols more drained than usual. He had seen his God in need of

help, and he was trying hard to help Him, with what little aid he could offer. He

knew that something was wrong, but when he usually awoke, the Keep was empty and

quiet. Only the priest was there, and he was as silent as ever. Daeymon wondered

what, if anything, he could do to assist his God in his time of need. Only one thing

came to his mind, and that was to pray, and to pray hard. He knew that time was

short, so after fully waking, he quickly made his way to the temple, and fell to his

knees before the statue of Nadrik, and began praying with his entire being and heart.

'Nadrik, you are the first and only God that has shown me that in which I belong to.

You are the only God in which I can fully dedicate myself to, and trust my faith in.

You are the one true thing that has kept me upright in my darkest of times. Ask of

me what you will, and I will gladly give. Take what strength I have, and use it for

yourself if you need to. If it is my very essence of life, I would gladly give it all

to you, so that I would know, in my mind, that you are where you should be, and able to

further guide those in the War against Darkness. Tell me, my Lord, what it is that you

require, and I will happily give it. Amen.'

Daeymon began to recite his small passage again, and again. He only stopped to take small

drinks to keep his throat moist, so that the words would not become silent. He did not

stop, he remained. He focused his entire being into what he was saying and believed, as

well as recanting the Tenants of Nadrik in his mind, reassuring himself with them.

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Valdaglerion: Tropica Mission: Meeting (Nadik Demise) (Unbiased)

Mon Jul 13 04:02:09 2009

To: All Marauders ( Imm Storyline Religion Raije )

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Highlord Curuven sat at the end of the table within the War Room. His

wife, Illirya, close at his side and his commanding officers spread around

the table discussing matters at hand.

"I have called you all here to discuss a matter that has been brought to my

attention from numerous sources. Valdaglerion said firmly. "It seems as

though those of Light are seeking some sort of artifact that can save the

Lord Nadrik from death...."

The Highlord is interupted by a yinnae commander, "What the hell do we care

about Nadrik! Raije holds all the honor needed for war!"

Unable to hold back a slight smirk, "... As I was saying... Followers of

the Light are looking to collect these pieces of this artifact to save

Nadrik. Those of Dark are likely seeking the same shards to prevent such.

So what is our position?"

The commanders all begin to speak at once, the roar of the conversation

echoing through the halls of the stronghold.

"Find them and sell them!" A gnome says loudly.

"It sounds like a weapon! Keep it for ourselves!" Says a half elven

commander at the other end of the table.

"Silence!" Shouts the Highlord, causing the room to hush to his words.

"These shards of this artifact are no weapon. They are some sort of

summoning device, states those of Light."

"To summon what, Highlord?" Asks the yinnae commander.

Valdaglerion descretely places his hand on Illirya's hip and shrugs his

shoulders, "That is unknown for now. However, I would like patrols at our

Tropica base to increase and widen the patrol area. If Algoron is looking

for these shards it is likely Malachive's minions are as well. Let us not

forget Malachive is the enemy at hand."

All around the table nod in agreement to the Highlord's words. "If any word

of a shard-like object being found or spoken of by any during your patrols,

I wish it reported immediately." Again, the Highlord's words are answered

with a solid nod from each.

"You have your orders! Dismissed!" Orderd Valdaglerion. The entire

audience quickly stood and gave a salute to the Highlord before departing as

ordered.

Valdaglerion turned to Illirya and smiles, "Malachive's demise grows closer

with each day. All the careful planning will come to fruitation at that

moment." He leans in and kisses Illirya, who can't help but smile at her

husbands ambitions and confidence.

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[140] Gakul: Shards and Cats - Nadrik's Demise ( Evil )

Mon Jul 13 15:15:11 2009

To: All Imm RP Darkonin

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There was a kerfuffle in the realm. People seemed to be searching for

something. Something important. The goblin rolled over on his grimy fur

blanket, releasing an enormous fart. He sniffed the air for a moment, then

snickered, proud of his own stench. He stretched a little, wriggling to get

comfortable. There were better things to do than waste time searching for

something, like dreaming of food.

"mmmmmm...catses"

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[141] Zayin: Booze and Chicks - Nadrik's Demise ( Evil )

Mon Jul 13 18:10:30 2009

To: All Zypher Devion Immortal Religion RP

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Zayin was in the only conceivable position he could be upon receiving the single

most important news of his life - sitting in a strip club and drinking rum while

watching an elvish woman shaking her hips from side to side as she slowly removed

her right black leather glove and tossed it to one of the sheep in the room. The

sheep positively reeked of desperation, licking at his lips and ogling in the

most pathetic of fashions. He would never prove useful.

Zayin sighed and shifted in his seat, motioning to the bartender for another

glass of rum, the third thus far of the visit to the Captain's Booty, thinking

that no doubt today's biggest thing would be his bar tab, when a scuffle erupted

at the entrance to the club. Zayin chuckled, imagining some drunken patron

saying he was the one Traelana would pick for the night or some similar nonsense,

when the bouncer fell over and two of the damnable, pesky shouters from the

streets barged in screaming some nonsense.

Or at least Zayin assumed it would be nonsense until hearing his Lord's name.

Just as Traelana reached down to touch her toes, showing off a most impressive

lower half of a figure eight, one of the shouters erupted, "The Lord is captive!

Devion has Nadrik!"

Zayin had just taken hold of his fourth glass of rum as he finally deciphered the

words. The glass nearly dropped from his hand, but he managed to contain himself,

realizing it could just be a poor attempt at a ploy.

The shouters began to bellow some more about the plight of the Light and how it

was time for the inactive debaucherers in the room to take a stand for what was

right. It grew to the level of distraction, Traelana fell off rhythm and then

faltered altogether, and most of the room turned to glare at the two men as they

sounded off in near cadence about sin and salvation.

Zayin took a quick drink from his glass of rum before setting it on the table

and standing, brushing lightly at his robes and cracking his neck before loudly

clearing his throat. A few around him turned but the rest apparently couldn't

hear over the cacophony near the entrance. Zayin shrugged lightly and winked at

the bartender before picking the glass back up and smashing it loudly on the

ground.

The room grew still, only the bartender's sigh at what was sure to result in

violence breaking the silence for the moment Zayin allowed it.

"I believe most of us came here for a show. Not fairytales. Perhaps you

gentlemen would care to step outside?"

The bellower on the right, a chubby man Zayin mentally named Fats took one

look at Zayin and began to step forward in indignation. The other, a thinner

fellow Zayin decided to name Coward, grabbed hold of Fats. Most of the room

seemed on the same page as Zayin, nodding and grumbling a few affirmatives.

Traelana reached for her black gloves and bra, doubtless hoping to earn a bit

more money by teasing at their removal again.

Well?

Fats broke free of Coward's hold and stepped forward, a look of indignant

malice twisting up his chubby features. "This isn't meant for you, Deceiver."

"Aye? That's a damn shame, since I'm a patron who lawfully entered the

establishment and is paying rather well, while you so honorously knocked over

a man doing his job, interrupted a woman doing her job, and generally wrecked

the mood of the place." He ended the statement by looking around as though

checking to see if any agreed. Most mumbled more affirmatives while Traelana

grinned impishly and slid her skirt back up around her waist.

Coward stepped up beside Fats, putting a calming hand upon Fats' shoulder.

"Excuse my friend, he gets in over his head. We only wish to spread word

that Nadrik is captive to the Dark Gods upon the Black Moon."

(cont'd)

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[142] Zayin: Booze and Chicks - Nadrik's Demise ( Evil ) pt 2

Mon Jul 13 18:16:19 2009

To: All Zypher Devion Immortal Religion RP

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Zayin blinked slowly for a moment as the image settled in, careful not to

give any visual confirmation to the excitement building within. "And

everyone here is supposed to...what? Pray for Nadrik's release and everything

will be made joyful?"

"No! There are sha..." Fats was cut off with a hand covering his mouth.

Coward was showing a bit of inner steel Zayin hadn't anticipated.

The way to capitalize upon the situation came to Zayin almost immediately. He

glanced at Traelana before grinning crookedly, flashing the teeth in the

right corner of his mouth before speaking. "With all due respect, your

apology is well and good, but Traelana is already dressed again and many in

this room paid for a show that was interrupted. Will you be reimbursing

them?"

Most of the room turned to stare at Traelana who was stepping off stage to

take a break, fully clothed. They began to grumble, none more angrily than

Sheep, as Coward spoke. "We do not have that kind of money. Come, friend.

No one here will help."

But...but they have to. Without the shards Nadrik will die.

Zayin's eyebrow raised and he turned to Sheep, "You. Do you think they

should go without reimbursing you?"

Sheep's face reddened steadily. He turned to a few compatriots as though

seeking support as he stepped towards Fats and Coward. Two more followed

suit, then another two.

Zayin winked at the two and whispered, "Have fun," quickly stepping

away from the two Priests and what could only grow to be an angry mob.

As sheep grabbed hold of Fats and slammed him onto the ground atop the

broken rum glass, Zayin could only shake his head and smile at the way

things worked out when he jumped into the raging river of Chaos. It

led to such lovely destinations.

The five began to beat the two mercilessly as Traelana stepped back onto

stage, the rest of the place erupting into cat calls.

Zayin ordered another rum before leaving to find the Prince and General,

pleas for help following him as he exited.

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[144] Mercerion: Trial by Fire - ( Nadrik's Demise (Good))

Tue Jul 14 10:57:26 2009

To: all Nadrik Immortal Religion Scorn Zypher

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The air was heavy and still around Mercerion as he trudged through the

scorching sands. The bright sun burning through the cloudless skies, and

had he not been wearing his cloak, he had no doubt it would burn his skin in

minutes. He stepped lightly, or, as lightly as one could in a suit of

arcanium plate. The sand sinking, and falling off his strides in gentle,

quartz-white waves and drifts.

<Crunch>

Mercerion looked down to see glass, shattered under his stride,

spider-webbing out from his foot. He pondered a moment, and reasoned that

he must be close to what he was searching for. He reached for his canteen,

and drank from it, enjoying the taste of the water, and its refreshing

qualities in this dry, oppressing heat.

"The wind could at least blow a bit, that might help" Mercerion thought to

himself, as he took a look around, "Though, I suppose the dry stillness is

why the location was chosen"

Mercerion crunched onward, the heat increasing as he did such. He knew he

must be getting close, and though he tried to keep his senses sharp, he

nearly stumbled upon what he was looking for before actually seeing it.

"What is it the knightling seeks? ' came a powerful voice over the sands,

before the dune in front of moved to look at him, revealing nearly molten

brass scales. Mercerion came quickly to the position of attention, offering

a sharp salute before responding, "Great Firstborn, I have come to seek the

aid of the Ancient Brass, in aiding the God of Honor"

"Yesss, She has heard that Her Nadrik requires the aid of the mortalthings,

as She has heard this ones call. ' The colossal brass nudged at Mercerion

with its snout, smelling at his shoulder. "This one, will lead the

Althainiaplace in these efforts to gather Seanan's shards? "

"Aye, I shall be leading Althainia, and working with many of the world's

nations in these efforts." Mercerion responded confidently, without

flinching at the dragon's closeness.

The ancient brass snorted excitedly, before nodding. "She will think upon

all the knowledge she has of the Seanan, and she will fly to aid Her Nadrik.

"

"I will keep you well informed, Ancient Brass, and I thank you for hearing

my request." Mercerion responded, and gave a quick salute, before praying

to return to Althainia.

He had much work to do, and he quickly grabbed a soldier and ordered him to

convene his council. Things were falling into place, he just had one more

jewel to review.

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[145] Gnebos: Searching for Clues - Nadrik's Demise ( Evil )

Tue Jul 14 23:55:19 2009

To: all imm RP Conclave

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Gnebos likes to spend his time exploring the Bone Tower within the Ivory

Waste. To the goblin, it's a funny place the disciples of death call their

home. Gnebos watches curiously, undetectable, as the necromancers busy

themselves within the spire constructed entirely of bone. Master Bodrum of

the Conclave had spoke of the Shards of Seanan; things from a long time ago.

The Bone Tower, and its denizens, were old, too. The goblin was overly

excited by this reasoning as it gave him a purpose to be among the bones

again. No time to count the bones today, he was searching for clues.

Nagash, master of the tower, was not amused by the goblins presence or his

bothersome questions. Gnebos was chased from the necromancer's throne room,

more once, by fireballs and angry demiliches. But Gnebos was convinced in

his simple logic, that the old shards, and the old-dead-man Nagash had

something in common.

The goblin tapped his knowledge of invocation and brought a simple wood

golem to life. Shielding himself from sight, Gnebos sent the golem into

Nagash's throne room. The necromancer cried in anger as the wooden puppet

reeked havoc among the tapestries and other decorations. With Nagash

distracted, Gnebos quickly slipped into the room and grabbed the black book

the necromancer had dropped in his anger. The golem finally met its demise

to a well placed fireball. Nagash spun around to his throne as Gnebos

slipped behind him, stealing the blade from the necromancers sheath on his

way out.

The goblin returned to the library within the Ebony Tower. More intrigued

by Nagash's stolen blade, Gnebos and Master Bodrum mulled over its rare

composition and ornate design. After some time, Magus Lokken entered the

library and observed the blade for himself. Remebering the black book,

Gnebos dug it from his pack and tossed it onto a desk. "Whut yous make uh

dis?" Gnebos asked of Lokken. "Dem shards is old, un Nagash is old yuh.

Mebe is clues in here." Magus Lokken looked over the text, shaking his

head. "I have found this book to be a fruitless venture," was all the magus

had to say as he scanned over the open pages. "And there is probably no

connection between Seanan and Nagash," he added as he seemed to lose

interest. His curiosity also satiated, Master Bodrum returned to his own

studies.

But Gnebos was still convinced. He couldn't read the strange words and

maybe they couldn't either. Nagash could, but he wasn't going back there.

The goblin frowned and shook his head at the thought. More clues were

needed.

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[147] Rassilon: |Search for Clues - Nadrik's Demise (Light)|

Wed Jul 15 03:08:44 2009

To: Knighthood Immortal Austinian (Storyline)

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Virtually everyone on Algoron with even half an ounce of magical power in

their veins was capable of opening short-lived portals or "gates" from one

point on the globe to another. Many were unaware, however, that subtle

manipulation of the incantation could lead not to another where, but to

another when. He had his own theories for his such was possible, partly

because of current subject of study, but still, it remained a fact, this

time could be reached by the same magics that could whisk him from Icewall

to Tropica in the blink of an eye.

So it was, one short jump through the nexus later, Knight Rassilon Shiroken

and his mentor, Lorekeeper Sehvelarious Iolius, found themselves deep in the

past of the Althainian continent, before the now ancient city of Thalos had

been overrun and replaced by the newer city they knew in their time.

But their destination was not here. They travelled northwest, to the then

new Keep of the Knighthood. It was, admittedly, a touch eerie. Stepping

onto ground that would one day be razed by yinn, replaced by the Gareth Keep

of the modern era. They both flashed their insignia as they reached the

gates. A symbol that would, at least, not change in the decades and

centuries to come.

Rassilon guided the Loremaster towards the upper towers in the back, where

the White Robes (then a separate order working more closely with the

Knights) conducted their research, and introduced him to the Archmagus

Sinurous, who was as unhelpful as he usually was. But he did confirm the

connection to Seanan. Nagash, however, was another angle Rassilon had not

anticipated and, as his research demanded, dutifully scribbled down some

notes as he and Sehvelarious brought up various theories. Ideas flew

through the air like arrows, knocked down by counterpoints like deflecting

shields. So much they still did not know.

"I will continued my research, " he intoned solemnly, jotting down the last

of his notes as he watched Sinurous go about his studies, trying to re-seal

the rift that dominated the room. He never seemed to be able to. Though at

least he had managed to block anything from coming through. "But this

remains for now our best lead. The shards were fragmented in the past...

"

"You think they will be found here then, " the Lorekeeper theorized.

"Correct, " he replied with a solemn nod. "Or in places that stretch back

to these ancient times. Shinalistin. Serpantol. The old ruins of Thalos.

Fragments of the orb could easily be found here or any number of any places

similar. "

He nodded. "Then will begin with those. What of the Conclave? Did they

have any information on Seanan? "

"I only spoke with a lesser Archmagus in the White Robes. He knew nothing.

I am, naturally, trying to keep the rest of the Conclave from knowing of our

research. Unwanted ears listening and such. "

"Naturally. Keep me informed. "

"Of course, " he replied immediately. Then, after a moment, drew a

half-finished book from his satchel and presented it to the Lorekeeper.

"This is all that I have compiled on the GodsWar as of yet. So far it holds

little information on Seanan's involvement, but therest may prove useful.

If not today, then soon. "

Sehvelarious frowned as he took the tome. "This will need to be

safeguarded... Perhaps it is time we included a restricted section of the

Knighthood library. "

"That may be wise. At least until after these... Events... Have passed, "

he indicated with a vague wave of his hand.

"Very good work. Keep it up. "

"I shall. "

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[148] Rassilon: |This is the Light? - Nadrik's Demise (Light)|

Wed Jul 15 03:10:44 2009

To: Althainia Knighthood White_Robes Shalonesti_Clan Wargar Justice Thaxanos Arkane New_Thalos Nordmaar Immortals Austinian (Storyline)

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The gathering had barely started and already Rassilon felt he was going

to be ill. He took another calming sip of his jasmine tea, hoping to wash

the bitter taste out of his mouth.

Oh things had started well enough. Invited into the lair of a firstborn

(which curiously, seemed to more closely resemble a keep or castle, but to

each their own he supposed. Meeting with former acquaintances and even a

few new faces, all gathered, united, for a common goal.

And then, naturally, it had gone downhill. The Light had been diffused and

broken by the cracked glass of reality.

First there had been the Merchant DeKist. He did no business with her,

naturally, because of his allegiance, but she was supposedly as honest and

trustworthy as they came, nevermind her aura. Driven out and humiliated.

Such attitude was no warmer towards the likes of Librarian Al'Zar. Posing

questions that had well to be answered, all he earned himself was a

questioning about his allegiance and that of his deity. And from there the

entire thing spiraled downward into endless theological debate and

rabble-rousing. Both of which were activities fit to give him a headache.

He said little, keeping his thoughts to himself. As a mere Knight amongst

many prominent Priests and Prietesses, Firstborn Metallics and Generals,

Sentinels and Guardians and more besides, he remained ignored and

overlooked. As much as the young new citizens of Althainia.

Few actually spoke of where to look for the Shards of Seanan. Virtually no

one even remembered the name that Kantilles had mentioned, the link, the

connection. A mortal man capable of making an orb no divine being could

duplicate, and his name all but forgotten to the ages.

Sighing softly, he gathered himself up and executed a courtly bow as the

gathering dwindled to a close. Nothing he could do here. He would simply

continue his research. And hope that what he was fighting for was indeed

the right thing. Although sometimes he began to seriously doubt such. The

Faithful of Nadrik, in particular, continued to do nothing but ruffle his

feathers. Speaking so casually of prejudice and genocide and revenge. If

the unthinkable was to happen, this was Nadrik's legacy?

His thoughts strayed to the blasphemy for but a moment... But it was a long

moment indeed.

It was his duty to aid in the search to find the shards. What became of

them was a matter for his superiors, both mortal and divine, to decide on.

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Mercerion: --Awakening-- ( Nadrik's Demise (Good)

Wed Jul 15 12:33:25 2009

To: All Nadrik Religion Immortal Scorn Zypher

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Mercerion wandered aimlessly through the darkness, pressing foward,

though without direction, only knowing that he must continue, and find what

he was searching for. His vision was blurred, momentarilly as he heard a

muffled call for help. He'd heard the voice before, but couldn't place it

Mercerion looked about, his sword in his hand, praying to Nadrik to make it

glow, to light the area. Even as the sword began glow, He could not see

much beyond his immediate vicinity.

This time, he heard the cry, and was able to identify it. It came from

directly in front of him, and the recognition of the voice caused the

General to break into a run.

"Hold on, I'm coming" Mercerion thought, as he sprinted into the darkness,

the light from his sword casting shadows in wicked directions all about the

darkness.

It was this dispersion of light, in varying directions, that made Mercerion

unable to see the creature at first, until it howled its warning. Mercerion

stopped dead in his tracks, noting the creature's roughtly humanoid

appearance, then puzzled, at the extensions that came from its head.

"What the? " Mercerion started, then froze, noting what the creature had in

its posession. Laying on the ground, in front of the creature, was a

radiant crystal. Before the General could move, the creature pounced him,

its maw closing tight around his throat as he tried to call out, unable to,

feeling his weight slam hard to the ground, with the creature atop him.

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Mercerion sat bolt upright, his breathe coming quick and ragged, and he was

in a cold sweat as he looked about the lair, instinctively bringing his hand

to his throat to test, to see if it was real.

"Just a dream... Just a dream" The General whispered to himself, kicking

away the cloak and standing up, walking over to sit beside Inazuma, and wait

for him to wake.

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Rassilon: |Search for Clues II - Nadrik's Demise (Light)|

Wed Jul 15 22:18:59 2009

To: Knighthood Immortal Austinian (Storyline)

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On the one hand, an ancient ruin was a place of great lore and knowledge,

insight into a culture decades departed from the world. A chance to expand

ones mind and learn new ways of doing things.

On the other hand, they were dirty and dangerous. A cloud of dust whelled

up, forcing Rassilon and Sehvelarious to improve makeshift masks to shield

their noses and mouths from the thick dust. Even then, it was only

sufficient to keep them from being totally blinded, both spent the next few

minutes coughing and hacking to clear their lungs. And Rassilon gazed down

in dismay at his garments. Both the black of his keikogi and the white of

haori, normally pristine opposites, were both rapidly becoming a drab gray.

He would need to have them cleaned the instant he returned to the estate.

"Why is it we've come here? " he intoned mildly as they ducked under the

low passageway and into the next chamber. It was a virtual maze down here.

"I imagine this has something to do with the shards? " "It does, " replied

Sehvelarious, finally turning his lantern to indicate one of the recesses

built into the catacombs in which they stood. "Look here at the bones. "

Frowning faintly, Rassilon peered within. At first he saw nothing unusual,

and said as much, but a closer investigation revealed... "Wings? " Sure

enough, the skeletons all bore them, long, slender bones that angled out

from their shoulders. "Not ariels, surely, we're on the wrong continent...

Draconian maybe but that pretty much ends the list... At least of any

creatures I know or have heard of... " A mystery indeed. But then

something else caught his eye. Turning, he peered into another recess, one

largely empty, as the Lorekeeper investigated others. There. In the

darkness, glinting in the lantern light. A tiny blue crystal. Could it be?

His hand stretched out, and gently, he lifted up the gemstone, using his

sleeve to wipe away the dust. It glowed with an inner light, and he could

sense sorcery on it from a touch. Like a warpstone. But stronger, somehow.

"Lorekeeper Iolius. Come look at this... "

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The gem was left in the keeping of Sehvelarious, Rassilon was soon to begin

a scouting operation to keep an eye on Storm Keep, and would be absent from

his usual research. Whether it proved to be the object of their search or

just a run-of-the-mill warpstone... Time alone would tell.

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[153] Taevan: Sifting Through Time (Part Two) ( Nadrik's Demise ( Light ) )

Wed Jul 15 23:58:10 2009

To: Inazuma Gwendalen Mercerion Knighthood ( Imm Nadrik Kantilles Zypher All )

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It was countless nights later, the lair was actually starting to look

marginally organized. It sure sparkled a lot more. Sadly, he had not found

a shard that was spectacular. He had sorted every shard he found into a

pile near the back of the cave, away from the entrance. Many of those

shards drew blood, it took him several nights of bleeding before he put on

gloves, scale mail gloves. This time, they would not cut him. How wrong he

was, another shard slipped through the scale male and into his palm, he

cringed and sighed, discarding the gloves. He prayed over the wound,

healing it. The skin was not scared at all, he had a good grasp on healing

magic.

Taevan looked around, the great one was slumbering away, and he smiled. The

firstborn now seemed to trust him quite a bit. It was not the time, nor

would it ever be, to betray that trust. It was not his way. He looked down

at the patch on his breast. It shimmered a bit as it had been enchanted a

bit, to remind him of who he was now, what his life had become.

Ironically, he picked up a shield, the crest on it very similar to the one

on his breast. It was a shield given to the firstborn from Gareth Keep. He

prayed to the father Kantilles. His family, the children of his father and

mother mostly now resided within the keep. All of them Pages. During the

day, he tirelessly worked on grooming the horses, feeding them and making

sure the armor was polished, in the evenings and late into the night, he was

searching through Inazuma's hoard for a shard, hoping to find it.

Sadly, like all things that require work, it was beginning to show on

Taevan, his eyes looking weary, he collapsed onto a pile and slept in. When

he awoke, his mother was prodding him. He realized he was late and sped off

to the Keep. A very unhappy Knight greeted him.

"Page, the armor does not polish itself, my horse does not get fed! How can

you ever expect to become a Squire of anyone with that attitude. " The

Knight berated him.

Taevan bowed his head, he could not tell the Knight what he was doing, it

would not be right. He simply took the scolding and went to work.

He began thinking of his life, it was almost as if his duties to the Keep

were mirrored to the duties with Inazuma. He would do the same ones day and

night for both. While other pages rested in the evening and said there

prayers, he mysteriously was not around. Taevan occasionally had times

where the stress was to much, and he needed to find a way of releasing his

tension, often on a practice dummy, or just riding on his horse.

He knew tomorrow he was receiving a days respite from the Keep, and he knew

where he would be spending it. Tomorrow, he would spend the day searching

and sorting the hoard.

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[154] Isinesa: The Caves less traveled. ( Nadrik's Demise *Evil*)

Thu Jul 16 00:16:49 2009

To: All Fatale Imm Religion Zypher Scorn Nadrik

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The musty tunnels all began to look alike. Slopping downwards and stale.

The pungent odor no longer assaulted her lungs as she continued her slow

search. Isinesa knew it was a long shot, but she also knew these tunnels

grew deep into the earth. A perfect hiding spot.

As the days progressed and slowly melded into one very long one, the dark

elf continued to pray and scrutinize the musty tunnels. Late on the second

day M'chant joined and brought with him dwarven miners. When they began to

slow down in digging he summoned a cow herder to whip them It amused Isinesa

when the blood began to drip. Amused her even more when the screams echoed

off the cavern walls.

While searching Isinesa had time to ponder locations one could hide

something when it dawned on her one should try and find the Library of the

Balanx's. If anyone had any idea of the past and shards it should be them.

Halindias was asked to do some searching after finding out from Kaliper it

could possibly be within Arkania. All Halidias found was a dragon who made

a quick snack of the man.

Isinesa asked a few some within the Shadow clan, a dragon, even a few

Conclave members. The most she found out was A possible directive near the

enchanted forest some place. It began to anger the woman as she watched

people playing cards, drinking and laying about as if the darkness didn't

need help. Isinesa wondered if the light was having the same trouble, at

least they seemed to be organized.

So far only a small handful of people were even willing to help her out with

the search. What would happen if the light actually found all of the

shards? Would the people she had asked help from regret choosing self over

the good of darkness? With a sneer and a curse Isinesa slipped deeper into

the dark mold filled tunnels. She didn't care what those idiots did, she

would search until her death should Fatale ask her to do so.

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Ixi'kweez: Fw: Breaking Point (part 2) ( Nadrik's Demise -- Light )

Thu Jul 16 00:28:50 2009

To: Shalonesti Shalonesti_kingdom Sadora Maraisal Reick Gwynn Austinian Zandreya imm arpee Scorn all

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Ixi'kweez passed his days in endless motion. Searching the continent of

Shokono for the elusive shards of Seanan by day, tending to the afflicted

elves in the Sharondaerl Forest and running his corporation by night. In

theory, he would get some sleep on the ship back and forth. But this time

was usually reserved for any number of other duties he had, plus all the

unproductive obsessing he would do when no real work could be accomplished.

This day, Ixi'kweez had tended to the afflicted and was making an attempt to

stock his stores. In his exhausted state, he found himself getting lost

searching for things he had found thousands of times before. By the end of

the day, he had managed to collect just a few items. He travelled to

Ixi-Mart in Nordmaar, and attempted to organize his shelves. Next thing he

knew, there were items scattered all over the store, and Olliwac was looking

at him with grave concern.

"You don't look so good, Ixi. Maybe you should take a break."

Ixi'kweez sighed inwardly, hearing this talk perhaps for the tenth time from

various people. Wanting to put an end to the conversation quickly, he told

Olliwac that he would seriously consider it. He then asked Olliwac to take

care of his mess, and promptly ran out of the marketplace to catch the ship

to Shokono City.

Seeing that he had a few more hours until the Golden Koi was to arrive,

Ixi'kweez decided to make a valiant attempt at getting some sleep. He

dropped his packs to the dock floor and rested his head on them, closing his

eyes. Perhaps it was the lulling sound of the ocean waves. Perhaps the

gods were shining down on him. Perhaps his constitution simply could no

longer maintain consciousness. But Ixi'kweez could feel the veil of sleep

lowering on him as the sun shined down upon the docks. He thought to

himself, "I just need an hour, that should be enough..."

"Greetings, Senator. I was wondering if you'd help me design a log book for

the Sha'falas."

Ixi'kweez's eyes opened instantly, starting directly into the blazing sun

above. He scrambled to his feet, disoriented and exasperated. He felt on

the edge of an explosive tantrum, were one more thing to happen. Just then,

a jewelled bracer rolled out of his pack on the dock floor, and straight

into the sea.

He stared at the sea where the bracer fell in for a few seconds, his face

turning a severe crimson. And that was all it took.

"NO!!! NO!!! WHY CAN I NOT BE ALLOWED ON MOMENT OF REST? Can I not go but

a few hours without more work piled on me?" With that, Ixi'kweez tossed

his entire pack into the sea, screaming all the way. Still not sated,

Ixi'kweez bent down and ripped a floor board clean off of the deck and

hurled that into the sea as well. He collapsed in exhaustion on to the

deck. But only for a moment.

"Drop anchor! We have reached port of Althainia again!" Ixi'kweez

gathered up his remaining supplies and boarded the Koi.

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Sehvelarious: Knowledge is Power ( Nadrik's Demise Good Light )

Thu Jul 16 06:24:12 2009

To: all knighthood

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The aged Loremaster shuffled from one pile of books to the next. Some

were musty, just like him. Some were brittle, just like him. Some were

interesting, not much like him at all.

He'd pull a volume off the shelf and inspect it, before returning it.

Eventually he'd find one of interest, pull it off and ask one of his scribes

to being trascribing.

"File that one under Conclave History." He said scratchily to the young

man.

He'd found three areas, filled with knowledge that might be appropriate at

the Library. Each had enough information to spend several lives reading and

understanding. Being one hundred, he just didn't have that much time.

He considered this. He needed more resource. Not just killers, men of

letters. Men organised enough to be able to scan information and capture

that which are relevant. He needed the expertise of the Shield.

He pulled a fresh piece of parchment out and addressed it to the Lord

Knight. He wrote slowly with his gnarled and decrepit hands, wishing not so

much of his was dropping onto the paper. He felt tired. He folded the

paper, sealed it with wax and beckoned a page of the Shield to come forth .

"Take this to the Crown, see that he gets it immediately."

The page almost tripped over himself in haste, saluted and dashed off. The

Loremaster shook his head slowly. "The young have no patience, but neither

do the old."

He would need an army, but not the sort Gareth Keep was used to producing.

Glancing at his scribers busy at their work, he climbed the ancient ladder

and went back to his work.