Post by darkendnight on Dec 30, 2009 15:52:09 GMT -5
Twenty-two years ago:
Through the light the darkness pierced. A single cry could be heard. Not of innocence but of a hidden evil yet to be brought about.
Twelve years ago:
And so the flower bloomed. Dark as night and mysterious in it's ways. A beauty that the world was not ready for. New ideas and new paths created along the way.
A young girl walked through a town, peeking into windows, curious as most children are. Her robes were a dark gray worn with holes in it, shredded at the bottom, keeping a hood over her head hiding her dark red hair and alluring green eyes. She crept up quietly to one door and slipped in after looking around.
"Mina my sweet child come in and meet an acquaintance of mine, and fellow wizard, you will treat him with respect." The younger mage in the room made a motion to an older mage looking man. He stood with an unfamiliar posture and held a staff firmly against the ground; the staff was topped with a crowned skull. She could sense the power that was in the room from both the mages, but the older one was clearly more powerful. She bowed respectfully to the older man. "Greetings milord, forgive my appearance." She lowered her hood slowly, and turned to the younger man. "Father I have brought what you asked for. The bones, and skull you wished for."
"Very good my child. My Lord this is my daughter Mina Reyne, I have been teaching her the arcane, though she has not been able to use the arcane yet." He also added nonchalantly, "I saw in a vision once she would be a member of clergy but not of who's." Softly he adds. "We can start whenever you are ready."
Another experiment she was to witness, another undead created. She didn't understand why or what their goal was. She knew this man was important but not just how important. She was also wondering what her father meant by being part of clergy. A cleric? She held no faith for anyone, she had no powers, she was not a warrior, and she was clumsy at times. All she had was beauty, a beauty she hid away from the world, and her wisdom. She lived amongst gravestones, cemeteries, and graveyards. It's all she knew. Never talking to people other than undead, and her father. It was rare to speak to anyone else. She kept eyeing the new man through the entire experiment. Never paid attention to the experiment itself this time. Red robes... a thayan? Why was a thayan here? What was so different about him? The two men talked quietly the rest of the night by a fire before the older man went to bed for the day. Her father walked over to her and rested a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sure there is a reason for your existence. The Gods, I'm sure, have something in plan for you. Just like our friend. He's a powerful archmage of necromancy. Also a renegade thayan if you didn't notice. There are Gods that favor him greatly. Though I do not know why, and he does not often talk much of himself." She looked over her father thoughtfully for a moment before replying.
"But what God or Goddess would wish for me to be a priestess? What help could I ever be? I am not strong, I am definitely not graceful about anything, and all I know is necromancy." He laughed a bit at her words and shakes his head resting a hand gently against her cheek looking her in the eyes.
"My child, I found you amongst the graves, abandoned there. That is when I saw the vision I did. Why and who gave me such an image I cannot say. Though there is one thing I know and that is your skills you do have. Your mind and will is strong it always has been. What you want you get, and your words are always well phrased. You are a speaker and possibly eventually a good leader if that is what you want. Your path is thy own. Choose it wisely, and I know you will. Now I must also retire for the day, the experiments tire me greatly." Her lips turn up slowly in a smile as she dwells on his words and eventually she heads to her own bed for the day.
One year ago:
So the years went on. Her father made countless undead, fought off many kelemvorites, and Cyrists that thwarted to destroy his works and years of study. The young girl grew to be of age, a young adult trying to find her way, her path in life. She stuck by her father through thick, thin and eventually to see his death. Without any idea of her own path or future. The man she met five years before had come and gone visiting less often through the years. Suddenly he wouldn't show up at all. Busy with his own agenda, and something about power and finding some process created by the God Talos.
One dark night just as the sun had been overcome by the night, a dark figure appeared in her doorway. As she opened her eyes she tried to focus on the figure. Groggy from sleep she spoke softly. "Who comes at this hour waking me from sleep?"
An older man's voice, soft but carrying great power returned.
"A visitor that you know not well yet, but soon will. Please be still and fear not." She didn't speak immediately trying to focus on the voice that she knew she's heard before.
"Who are you dear sir? What business could you have with me?" The figure slowly moves further into the room closing the door behind him. She focuses on the figure more, now seeing the staff he holds tightly in his grasp. "My lord? You have returned? What do I owe such...?” He motions for her to be quiet and continues to speak.
"Mina, sweet Mina, I wish to ask you for a great service. In return, you will gain in the future great power. What I am planning I cannot say, but I will need your faithfulness. Faithful loyalty, your wonderful voice and your great wisdom. I promise you will gain power and gifts of spells that will surpass even your father's. Lead people to me. You will know when and you will know where your path leads if you are faithful. You will never be alone for there are many others as well." He moves forward as he speaks to her, and she suddenly feels an abnormally cold finger along her cheek as he brushes a strand of hair from her face. Then she realizes the finger has no flesh, nor muscle, just cold bone along with the rest of his hand and most likely arm though not completely visible under dark robes. She shivers slightly in shock, not fear, and just shock. She hadn't realized at first a sharp burn in her right wrist, but as soon as she did a scream was let out in pain. And just as quickly as the man came he vanished into the night not be seen in that form again.
On she moved, from town to town, leaving all she had behind. Days melted into months, and eventually a year went by. Many towns had kicked her out, many she found no interest in or fought her way out. In the darkness amongst a new town, she reflected upon her own life. Where to go, what to do, why go on. She remembered the old friend. The visitor in the night.
"You will gain power and gifts of spells that will surpass even your father's... You will never be alone." She remembered the voice all so clearly. Looking down at her wrist that she kept covered up, a symbol she didn't understand. The mark she would come to know very well. A crowned lich skull centered in a hexagon burnt into her skin, scarred deeply and never fading. Then she felt it. Not pain, not really strength or hot or cold, but power. A single name ran through her head, in a familiar voice, the name of a God recently risen “Velsharoon”. She was not given much power but enough for her to realize what had come about.
"My great Lord. I will be faithful, I will lead the faithful to you, and bring your will across this land."
//Thanks to Gutbomb and Arse, and will add more eventually as time progresses. Any imput welcome always.
Through the light the darkness pierced. A single cry could be heard. Not of innocence but of a hidden evil yet to be brought about.
Twelve years ago:
And so the flower bloomed. Dark as night and mysterious in it's ways. A beauty that the world was not ready for. New ideas and new paths created along the way.
A young girl walked through a town, peeking into windows, curious as most children are. Her robes were a dark gray worn with holes in it, shredded at the bottom, keeping a hood over her head hiding her dark red hair and alluring green eyes. She crept up quietly to one door and slipped in after looking around.
"Mina my sweet child come in and meet an acquaintance of mine, and fellow wizard, you will treat him with respect." The younger mage in the room made a motion to an older mage looking man. He stood with an unfamiliar posture and held a staff firmly against the ground; the staff was topped with a crowned skull. She could sense the power that was in the room from both the mages, but the older one was clearly more powerful. She bowed respectfully to the older man. "Greetings milord, forgive my appearance." She lowered her hood slowly, and turned to the younger man. "Father I have brought what you asked for. The bones, and skull you wished for."
"Very good my child. My Lord this is my daughter Mina Reyne, I have been teaching her the arcane, though she has not been able to use the arcane yet." He also added nonchalantly, "I saw in a vision once she would be a member of clergy but not of who's." Softly he adds. "We can start whenever you are ready."
Another experiment she was to witness, another undead created. She didn't understand why or what their goal was. She knew this man was important but not just how important. She was also wondering what her father meant by being part of clergy. A cleric? She held no faith for anyone, she had no powers, she was not a warrior, and she was clumsy at times. All she had was beauty, a beauty she hid away from the world, and her wisdom. She lived amongst gravestones, cemeteries, and graveyards. It's all she knew. Never talking to people other than undead, and her father. It was rare to speak to anyone else. She kept eyeing the new man through the entire experiment. Never paid attention to the experiment itself this time. Red robes... a thayan? Why was a thayan here? What was so different about him? The two men talked quietly the rest of the night by a fire before the older man went to bed for the day. Her father walked over to her and rested a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sure there is a reason for your existence. The Gods, I'm sure, have something in plan for you. Just like our friend. He's a powerful archmage of necromancy. Also a renegade thayan if you didn't notice. There are Gods that favor him greatly. Though I do not know why, and he does not often talk much of himself." She looked over her father thoughtfully for a moment before replying.
"But what God or Goddess would wish for me to be a priestess? What help could I ever be? I am not strong, I am definitely not graceful about anything, and all I know is necromancy." He laughed a bit at her words and shakes his head resting a hand gently against her cheek looking her in the eyes.
"My child, I found you amongst the graves, abandoned there. That is when I saw the vision I did. Why and who gave me such an image I cannot say. Though there is one thing I know and that is your skills you do have. Your mind and will is strong it always has been. What you want you get, and your words are always well phrased. You are a speaker and possibly eventually a good leader if that is what you want. Your path is thy own. Choose it wisely, and I know you will. Now I must also retire for the day, the experiments tire me greatly." Her lips turn up slowly in a smile as she dwells on his words and eventually she heads to her own bed for the day.
One year ago:
So the years went on. Her father made countless undead, fought off many kelemvorites, and Cyrists that thwarted to destroy his works and years of study. The young girl grew to be of age, a young adult trying to find her way, her path in life. She stuck by her father through thick, thin and eventually to see his death. Without any idea of her own path or future. The man she met five years before had come and gone visiting less often through the years. Suddenly he wouldn't show up at all. Busy with his own agenda, and something about power and finding some process created by the God Talos.
One dark night just as the sun had been overcome by the night, a dark figure appeared in her doorway. As she opened her eyes she tried to focus on the figure. Groggy from sleep she spoke softly. "Who comes at this hour waking me from sleep?"
An older man's voice, soft but carrying great power returned.
"A visitor that you know not well yet, but soon will. Please be still and fear not." She didn't speak immediately trying to focus on the voice that she knew she's heard before.
"Who are you dear sir? What business could you have with me?" The figure slowly moves further into the room closing the door behind him. She focuses on the figure more, now seeing the staff he holds tightly in his grasp. "My lord? You have returned? What do I owe such...?” He motions for her to be quiet and continues to speak.
"Mina, sweet Mina, I wish to ask you for a great service. In return, you will gain in the future great power. What I am planning I cannot say, but I will need your faithfulness. Faithful loyalty, your wonderful voice and your great wisdom. I promise you will gain power and gifts of spells that will surpass even your father's. Lead people to me. You will know when and you will know where your path leads if you are faithful. You will never be alone for there are many others as well." He moves forward as he speaks to her, and she suddenly feels an abnormally cold finger along her cheek as he brushes a strand of hair from her face. Then she realizes the finger has no flesh, nor muscle, just cold bone along with the rest of his hand and most likely arm though not completely visible under dark robes. She shivers slightly in shock, not fear, and just shock. She hadn't realized at first a sharp burn in her right wrist, but as soon as she did a scream was let out in pain. And just as quickly as the man came he vanished into the night not be seen in that form again.
On she moved, from town to town, leaving all she had behind. Days melted into months, and eventually a year went by. Many towns had kicked her out, many she found no interest in or fought her way out. In the darkness amongst a new town, she reflected upon her own life. Where to go, what to do, why go on. She remembered the old friend. The visitor in the night.
"You will gain power and gifts of spells that will surpass even your father's... You will never be alone." She remembered the voice all so clearly. Looking down at her wrist that she kept covered up, a symbol she didn't understand. The mark she would come to know very well. A crowned lich skull centered in a hexagon burnt into her skin, scarred deeply and never fading. Then she felt it. Not pain, not really strength or hot or cold, but power. A single name ran through her head, in a familiar voice, the name of a God recently risen “Velsharoon”. She was not given much power but enough for her to realize what had come about.
"My great Lord. I will be faithful, I will lead the faithful to you, and bring your will across this land."
//Thanks to Gutbomb and Arse, and will add more eventually as time progresses. Any imput welcome always.
