Chaos

[Gyrfalcon]

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Gyrfalcon sat at a table near the back of a Tavern. Unlike most Taverns, this one was bright, with a high ceiling and many torchs. Shadows were kept to a minimum, much to the unhappiness of the various undead patrons. But it was to be expected, for this was a Tavern controlled and owned by the Legion of the White Rose.

 

Nearby, the planeswalker Z|Dead, sat and seemed to be muttering to himself. " .. the blue of between .."

 

Standing nearby and chatting with a fellow patron was a Swordmage, a Legionaire. Most of the other patrons were engrossed in the bard's song or their ale, and said naught.

 

Gyrfalcon himself was working with a small artifact he had picked up recently, and was cleaning and inspecting it to see what it was meant to do.

 

Finally, he had the inscription on the side cleaned enough to read.

 

"I am what can be... what will be, that will come. I am the past, the present, the future. I am everything, and nothing. I was here before the multiverse was spun out, and I shall exist until the end of time..."

 

Gyrfalcon felt a chill go through him for some nameless reason. Off to the side, the Planeswalker continued to mutter. ".. can do it without stumbling .."

 

Off to the side, Swordmage looked up. Those words.... so familiar... somewhere, he had heard it...

 

Gyrfalcon brushed at the final word on the artifact, but after cleaning off the dirt found the word bent, buckled, distorted. Three of the letters could be made out, however. "Ch..s"

 

Z|dead continued to mutter ".. the impossible way .."

 

Gyrfalcon returned to his inspection of the artifact... it seemed to be one of many... He looked closer, and found that it was built to link to other artifacts, to form something larger, stronger... though what, Gyrfalcon did not know.

 

" .. the deeper pits .." drifted Z|dead's voice...

 

Gyrfalcon began to feel light headed as he continued to manipulate the artifact, now looking to see if there were any hidden triggers. Yet it was so chaotic!

 

Chaotic... Chaos...

 

Gyrfalcon considered the three letters... Ch..s .... Chaos...

 

Gyrfalcon's mind whirled into the past, to the final battles in which five of the most powerful archmages of Terra, one of each color, including Gyrfalcon for the Phantasam, had restored Terra with an Ultimate Serenity... even as Chaos, a creature of increadible power, was banished from Terra and sealed away by the Serenity.

 

Could this artifact be one of many, to help summon that fell being back to Terra?

 

 

Off to the side, Swordmage considered the artifact held in Gyrfalcon's hand and wondered at a blue-red sheen he thought it had... the mark of an item made of Eternium.

 

His hand came to his throat and clutched a pendent he wore, likewise made of that rare material.

 

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[Ozymandias]

Without waiting for invitation, Ozymandias the Blue pulled out another chair at Gyrfalcon's table and settled heavily into it. "The ambience begins to choke one with self-importance after awhile," he remarked casually. Taking a swig from an unsurprisingly brimming flagon, the old mage glanced over the demigod's shoulder and his eyes narrowed. Curious, Gyrfalcon turned and spotted Kendricke the White.

 

Ah-Ha, he thought. He knew there was no direct ill will between the two men, but remembered well that the grimfaced Egyptian nursed some small, but old grudge. Ozymandias quickly looked back over to him. Setting down his drink, he leaned forward.

 

"So what's this, Falcon? A new artifact? You've been all but entranced by it for the past twenty minutes."

 

 

Edited by: Ozymandias the Elder at: 4/1/02 6:17:54 am

[Guest ArawnD]

OOC: I can't resist, nay, I couldn't resist.

 

IC:

 

Deep in the folds of space and time the banished god grins. Though few would grant him that title, it best describes the power that he possesses, he floats without effort in the realm that bears his name. The realm of Chaos looks like a broken world, all around chunks of earth float, some as large a small village others small as a horse; the largest is about the size of an ocean. The sky is multicolored and constantly swirling, as lightning dances in the sky. It doesn’t always look like this he changes it from time to time, but settles on this one for long stretches. This place is his home, his prison. He remembers, he won’t let himself forget how this came to be, how the gods and mages untied against him and sealed him away. Ah, but he is not alone, around him shapes come to life and die, howls of beasts driven mad, and bent to his will of destruction. Occasionally gates open into this land, as mages tamper with the walls of reality, and his minions travel to these lands and spread havoc. Normally his would only please him, as havoc fed him both power and pleasure; of late it merely wasn’t the same. He could no longer transverse to these other planes he could no longer first hand see the suffering and desolation, and that is what give him real pleasure. To behold the look on the faces of the masses, to hear the battle cries die on the lips of men as they fought for a spread of land. That was true joy; that was ecstasy. “But now.” He speaks aloud, his voice sounds like many united, an endless echo without a true voice. “I watch and wait.” He looks human, one of his favorite forms, somewhere in his late thirties. His hair is brown, and long pulled back into a ponytail, his lip bearing a small mustache; he wore a gray wrapped tightly about his body. He had chosen this form for a reason, and tends to visit other realms thus. He smiles again, he is not mistaken, it would seem that time of his confinement might soon be over, “All that is needed is a little nudge in the right direction.” Although he is confined his power can reach beyond, he reaches out now with that power…

 

The Mad King

[Gyrfalcon]

Gyrfalcon looked up, startled, as Ozymandias sat down across from him.

 

"Greetings, Lord Ozymandias." He said, his Legion programming kicking in.

 

Ozymandias frowned, then reached over and pressed the small toggle behind one of Gyrfalcon's slightly pointed ears. Gyrfalcon shook his head for a moment, then nodded.

 

"Thanks, Ozy, the programming prohibits us from turning off the Politeness and Honour protocols. Thats a relief- 72 hours under programming started to get to the shards of my sanity." Gyr said with a smile.

 

Ozy nodded with a slight shudder "So, why'd you join this honor-bound lot, anyway?"

 

Gyrfalcon smiled "Momentary insanity and quite a few of my friends are members."

 

Ozy grimaced "Momentary insanity leads to the Angels of the Apocolypse, *not* the Legion, Falcon."

 

Gyr grinned "Very well, then, long-term insanity. Anyway, you asked about this artifact?" Ozy nodded silently. "It's... well, I'm not sure *what* it is. I know that its made of a material I've never encountered before, which is extremely hard." He gestered to a small diamond on the table "It took the point off of the diamond, and only adamantite does that. But this isn't adamantite." He shook his head. "It is one artifact of many, meant to join together. I don't know what it does alone, nor what they are meant to do together. I have a suspicion, but..." Gyrfalcon trailed off.

 

"A suspicion of what?" Ozy asked, his interest piqued.

 

"Do you remember the wars fought against me a long time ago?

 

Ozy shook his head "I was taking a vacation that year. Sounded like I was lucky to do so."

 

Gyr smiled "Ah, that explains it... well, towards the end of the war, I had been freed from the demon who possessed me, and together with the most powerful of the resistence mages, saw the coming of a being called Chaos... he is incredibly powerful, and evil to the core, at least in my belief. Well... I think this item is one of several, meant to summon Chaos to Terra. And given that he nearly destroyed Terra last time...

 

Ozymandias finished the thought "Having him back this time is not good."

 

Gyrfalcon nodded slowly "Exactly."