~Mystic World~

[Tiberiu911]

((sorry, you took too long Kuschel))

 

The companions start fighting the wraiths with all their might. When they scream, they cover their ears, but Raistlin, who is protected by his spell.

 

A wraith escapes the parade and gets dangeoursly close of Raistlin. He wont be able to hold the enchantement and defend himself in the same time. Save himself, and risk letting his companions die? Why would Raistlin even ask himself such a question. As the ghost approaches, Raistlin gets yout of his trance and hits it with the Staff of Magius, fataly injuring it. His companions seem to have noticed that their weapons are no longer effective.

 

'' Damn it, Raistlin hissed. There's only one thing I could do now. it might attract something undesireble...''

 

Raistlin lifts his arms in the air. Black clouds form over him, and a beam of light hits the mage. His face warps, scales start to cover his body. He starts growing more and more, taking a Red color. Wings push out of his back, and huge claws form instead of his fingers. The wraits stared at the strange reptilian being. A dragon, one of them said''

 

''Yes, undead one, you should know that a red dragon's breath can banish undead... forever. Run for your lives fools!''

 

The wraiths fleed in the shadow of the dragon. Once they where at a reasonable distance, Raistlin emerged from the dragon. His appearence clearly stated that he was very tired. He walked trough the dragon to join his companions.

 

An illusion, he whispered. Nothing more.. He then fell on his knees, coughing. The impossing Red Dragon dissapeared in a swirl of lights. It spoted us, smirked Raistlin. Luminazeh intunericul

 

The sky went completly black. Everything was completly black. You couldnt see your hand in front of your face. Then suddenly, Falcath felt his stomach iching. Really bad. He left out some flatuance, then, the potion took its secret effect. He started shining like a newborn star. Super intense yellow light. Daeron and Scythe nearly went blind because of this manifestation.

 

The potion... whispered Daeron.

 

Lights hurts it. Aim for the eyes, for they are the only weakness. We are near the sea, so beware. If I am to die or fall unconcios, odds are the spell will lose its effect and you shall lost the advantage. Also, dont stay near Falcath. He will iritate it. He.. is the bait. Raistlin coughted more and fell on his knees. He quickly got up and stepped away from Falcath. Dont move, swordsman. From now on, It is only a matter of time before it finds us. Oh, and there was no poison he lets out with a laughter. Dont get killed prematurely.. I have come to admire you, you remind me of my broth... He stopped talking and fixed the ground at his feet. Big, strong, and stupid! just like Caramon. He watches Falcath in the eyes, and says: Good Luck, dear brother.

 

 

(( he simply thinks of you (Falcath) as his brother Caramon, specification detail :). Oh and dont start the battle guys, Kuschel shall decide when. Theres no trouble in posting between details, though. Perfect moment for a character chat! lol ))

[CJD]

Falcath was annoyed at the thought at being the bait. Falcath would have been able to kill it in the darkness. His father had trained him in the ways of Obscurum Pugna. Falcath was able to feel his enemies, and predict his every move, and move faster than any human. Darkness was his special weapon. Falcath turned to Raistlin,

 

 

Tell me mage, which realm are you from?

 

 

Falcath watched Raistlin waiting for an answer, still feeling like an idiot, glowing like a banana.

 

 

(( Obscurum Pugna is Latin for "fight of darkness". Cameron? He is not like Cameron at all! well maybe that he's a fighter, but he's not dumb. Has anyone read the end to "The Minotaur Wars"? I lost the final book, and it's bugging me.))

[Tiberiu911]

(( @The Vulture - I dont care lol. Rastlin is twisted mwahaha Glowing banana LOL. Cameron? You sure thats the spelling? I couldnt know, because I read the books in French. Mwehs.))

 

Tell me mage, which realm are you from?

 

Realm? I belive we all come from the same place, yet we are separated by the ocean. A sea, like this one, yet alot bigger. I come from a place named... He revised his answer for a few. A small village named Solace, in the land of Krynn. What about you, swordsman|? What are you? A man of honor? A bloddy killer? A merciless mercenary? A gruessome all-powerfull army general? A man who lives with blood on his hands? Umhh? There is no such thing as a different living realm. Im pretty sure that if we had a boat capable of traversing the ocean and a capable guide, we could reach back where we came from. Unless... He looked over at Daeron. Unless this place is magically sealed, preventing one to escape.

 

A cold wind breeze shaken the companions. Raistlin walked away from them, on the edge of a small hilltop.

 

 

 

It was dark. Falcath was the only light for miles. It was now only a matter of minutes, if not, seconds, before something bad happened. Raistlin could not be seen by normal means anymore, since he was too far away from The Light, and his black cloak cammouflaged him perfecly. Or did it, for a monster whose vision was adapted to darkness, because he forcefully lived hundred of years in the depth of the sea? A glowing banana ((LOL)) would surely attract its attention...

[CJD]

Falcath looked over to Raistlin, who was watching the sea.

 

 

I come from Corith, my world bcame corrupt, many guilds turned against eachother, allies betrayed eachother over political squabbles. Three guilds united Spartacanus, Pyros, and Nilos. Toghether we handled the chaos, the emperor was assassinated by the hands of the Syphus guild. My elder brother Sader, took the throne. Eventually order was regained, only one guild remained rebelious, Syphus. I General, had been an honourable man, but bcame ruthless, bcause you had to survive. Once I had a taste of blood I wanted more. The last stand against the Syphus guild was a long one, My Guild, and the Nilos Guild, moved in on the rebels. Nilos was ambushed and obliterated. We won the battle at a cost. I was a war heroes son, living in the shadow of my father. I am all those things you call me, but I am loyal, to whoever proves themselves worthy. You mage, already have.

 

 

Falcath looked out to sea. every wave looked and sounded like the creature. It began raining hard, thunder, and lightning boomed very near. lightning struck near the water, illuminating everything 6 feet under the water. About 1 mile away, Falcath saw the silhouette of the creature, Falcath loosened his sword in it's scabbard. He was ready for a fight.

[Tiberiu911]

" Guild Wars? Pitifull fights for political supremacy never interesed me. All I seeked was power, and supreme domination, as a god. I could of succed, you know. But then, something happened. My conciosness didnt let me do it. I had to suffer for it. Every day, I was tortured. My internal organs where beying ripped off and placed back. Yes, that is what you get in the Abyss. Its the domain of an evil god, with ambitions very much like mine, yet very different. I managed to escape that gruessome place, but with it came a sacrifice so deep... My powers. I had lost them, forever. When I arrived here, I was more than happy to fell my magic pulsing trough my veins once more. I sacrificed myself for myself. My magic... He keeps looking at the sea. My magic was everything to me, until I met those who where dear to me. I feel sorry for the sins I have commited. But never, did I regret, one single second, of what I did for magic. Many say I am cynical, sarcastic, selfish, that I have a superiority complex, that I have a greed for power itself. Perhaps all that is true, or is it? Only this adventure will tell. "

 

Raistlin can see it. The beast is immortal (as in eternal youth), it does not decay in his sight. The water dries, but the beast remains, about a mile away. It was huge. And it was slowly comming their way, murder in its eyes.

[CJD]

((if it was immortal, than we couldn't kill it.))

 

 

Falcath readied himself. muttering a prayer to the god of war. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure, a figure with one arm. He turned to see his brother Taleth. He blinked, but still his brother was walking towards him.

"Falcath, brother it is good to see you alive!"

 

 

As I am happy to see you as well, but..

"no time brother, i will not survive this battle, I can see the future, it was a gift, I chose not to tell you. Our world is dead, this is your home now."

 

bfore Falcath could answer, his brother continued

"we were not the only ones, brought into this world, Ganthas is also here"

 

Taleth began to mutter the oath that every member of the Order of Corith had to take.

"Populus es vita of ordo , nos vadum servo lemma"

ordo est animus publicus , nos vadum servo is

Falcath knew it well, the reunion was cut short, the creature was close, he could smell it.

 

 

((I would translate, but it is a secret oath))

[spyro1201]

(before i continue with this amazing story i want to ask why wasnt it finished and sorry if its a bother but i never have been on any RP stuff and this story simply fits me in again sorry if its a bother) i ll role in as Shadow aka Angel of death a former good guy assassin who fell into loyalty to the shadow god and was granted the power of death and much more but he remained good and the shadow god banished him,luckly his new power remained.Here is a pic of shadow at his latest victim http://www.tesnexus.com/imageshare/images/...-1195761080.JPG And now on with the story.

 

The heavy storm stopped suddenly folowed by the event of the campfire starting and the flame increasing size to a 5 foot blaze.The sky formed into a giant dark portal of intence dark energy and power.The darkness in the sky gathered in a small black sphere directly above the flames.The ball fired a colum of shadow energy onto the blazing fire,turning it's colors from yellow-red to jade black,folowed by a small explosion everyone gasped at the strange and evil-looking entity on the campfire place.After a few seconds of staring at the demon like creature,Rastlin casted a light spell so that they can see what diturbed them.In the light they saw an entity dressed in long and in places ripped dark robes,bony hands,a big black scythe in its hand and dark feathered angel-type wings but the spell could not illuminate it's face.The demon felt a cold chill in their spines and with a deep scary voice he said:

Well met......

 

(i really hope we can finish this story i loved reading every comment posted here,and :thanks: in advance)

[MnorJium]

Mnor'Jium stands bravely and valiantly before the malicious entity materializing from the fire, and says boldly, "I banish thee shadow-delver! Your nights will be illuminated with the light of truth. *throws empty skooma bottle* It is of no effect. Mnor'Jium begins to stumble around drunkenly, hiccuping and falls over to sleep heartily.

(BTW im a nub how do i join these i just continue the last post? or continue from the description of the rp???? or whatever i want?????)

[keylek1]

far away from all this destruction of flying skooma bottels and angry people shouting everywhere, in the medows of life full of trees which have been since the time of azura, the pool of heart lays in the center of a small clearing, full of buterflies and small animals in the trees. the water releases a blue mist that glides across the air of the forest. then a man of no name and no soul slowly walks out of the deep. he has rosey blond hair and eyes to die for,one blue and one green. as he walks out of the pool he lets his white cape with gold triming drag across the flour, the robes of pure white with the tree of the ayleids what glimers in the sun light on the back and front of his robe. his skin as tanned as a greek but smells like the may flower... the flower of death it is also known as. his bare feet dont even make a noise as he walks across the ground and he says sofly to him self,

 

Im here, im finaly here..... now it shall begin.....

 

aas he glides into the shadows every thing around him falls and turn black with death. the forest goes dark and everything is drained of life as he slowly walks into the darkness he seems to just fade in and not seen there again.....

[keylek1]

the man of death, as we shall call him stumbles across a small village inhabed by some recent setalers trying to make a living from this strange and misterious land. he starts to smile like a boy on his birthday but yet theres some thing behind his eye, glowing of an power what makes him look more like an axe murder than a small boy. he slowly sliveres to the door and knocks three times on the door.

 

'whos there'

said an old man being slowly weathered away very quietly

 

'I said whos there!' 'dont make me come out there!'

 

the old man swings the door open to only be conflicted by a man with odd eyes, the man of death rushes into the room and without a word from his lips he ponted his finger at the old man when then he colaped to the floor and started to find it hard to breave.

 

'What are you doing..... s..sto..p thiss..s p..pl..please...'

 

the old man drops to the floor drops to the floor followed by a lould thud. a small girl suddenly runs from under the table shouting 'papa'. she throws her self on top of him, crying she turned her face to the man and said...

 

'Your a monster..... how could you do this..... he did nothing to you'

 

the man just smiled and pointed his index finger at her which was closly followed by the crunch of her neck.

 

she fell to the ground like a summer rose on to the cold stone floor but the man could not stop having a grin on his face as he slowly turned away from the cottage with a fire ball starting to form in his hand. as he glided like a ghost out of the house he suddenly turned around and in a second the entire house was a bigger flame than the flame of the realm of madness, which quickly spread to the rest of the village but by this time the man was far in the feild watching the fire and lisening to the sweet music of screems coming from the other cottages. as the warm glow of the flames spread over his face he wispered to himself.

 

'my name shall echo throw the paces of this realm and strike fear in the hearts of the people in this because that name is one not hered by this realm for a long time but it shall be hered again and that name is ANUBIS......'

 

He slowly walked away in the direction to the next town as the people where burned alive in there oun homes, with the sparkle in his eyes semming to go red as the blood what runs in every soul,... posably the only thing what is left of his soul what was taken a long time ago.......