Guest Valdar and Astralis Posted January 8, 2003 Report Posted January 8, 2003 ". . .and so the decision of the council in this matter is that you are found guilty of practicing the use of nether arts in the blessed realm of the glade." The piping voice of Toera was getting on Valdar's nerves. The 'council' was getting on Valdar's nerves. "Have a care, Valdar" Elder Kuweyin rumbled ominously. You may be one of Tunare's chosen, but it is we who speak the will of the mother. The massive human shifted his weight uneasily as the elf turned his black eyed gaze to him. "My methods are my own, Elders. My memories show me the path back to power. . .which I intend to take, with or without your approval." He stepped away from the center of the circle, and toward Elder Toera, his shadow falling over the halfling omniously. "And if you would care to recall, Elder, my orders were to gleam as much as possible from my past life as possible, unless you were too busy plucking at your feet hair at that time to listen." "You defy-" "Yes, I defy your council. My orders are from Tunare herself, and no whim of your self appointed council is-" Valdar broke off as a stab of cold penetrated one of the black runes engraved in the flesh of his wrist. He reacted, instincts from another life taking over. Locate threat. Valdar's eyes glazed over and flickered through a myriad of colors. Unlike the dreamer's eyes (or perhaps too much like them), the elf shifted through entire spectrums, eyes flicking blue, green and white. Finally, he saw the rift being torn in the fabric of reality. He spun to face the intruder. Too late. The Boldak stepped out of the ether and into material space, it's soul-draining gaze causing Valdar's protective runes to burn painfully. Elder Toera, however, did not have spirit runes. The halfling's final scream woke half of the sleeping faydarks. "Ento Atum!" The elf commanded in the ancient tongue of kings, gesturing. The eyeless creature flew backwards and slammed into the far wall, where it hung suspended, a single red rune burning where it's eyes would have been. "Tell your masters you have failed." With superhuman strength, the Boldak slowly wrenched it's head from the timber walls and grinned at the planewalker. It knew what was coming. "They already know" It spat back in it's native nether tongue. Destroy. Valdar clenched his fist in front of his face, and the rune changed. The creature writhed, pained by the chaotic twisting of the elf's necromancy. A neutral expression on his face, Valdar jerked the fist backward. The Boldak's chest heaved outward. . .and exploded, the black heart flying clear across the room to hit the opposite wall with a sodden 'splat'. The room was silent, save a slight gurgling from the Boldak's corpse as the blood drained. Elder Kedya rose and went to where Elder Toera lay to touch the halfling's forehead, then shook his head in sadly. After a long pause, the elven representive finally spoke. "I don’t know who is more dangerous, Valdar. This enemy that wants you dead. . .or you. At least, this time, this assassin did not succeed. I pray to Tunare-" "And you think he did not?" Valdar retorted. "How wise you are, who do not see. Naive to think the enemy-, Let me show you. . .Atna Domi!." Reveal yourself, that was in an ancient tongue. And then, they saw. The torches in the room flared, banishing shadow. And the elders saw. It started where the would-be assassin struck the wall. The wood distorted, the grains twisting themselves around a single fissure, which. . .opened. The blood red slit of the reptilian eye darted left, then right, taking in the scene before fixing itself on the planewalker. Another eye opened near the first, this one more human-like, and black. And another. And another, until the walls of the treehouse writhed as though alive, new eyes opening and staring unblinking into the unnatural glare. The surviving Elders backed to the center of the room. In time, he spoke again, this time a whisper. "They found me." There was only one thing he could do, his master's final lesson tugging at him. Strong enough or not, he had to try. Valdar's face contorted in extreme concentration as he divided his mind for his body, once, twice, and third. Again, he tore apart the veils of his soul, leaving patterns for his mind to follow. Finally, he rended his body, leaving marks for his soul. It was done. Without any more ado, or warning, Valdar shattered like glass silently, the pieces falling and fading into the ether before touching the floor. The eyes had seen, of course, but were equally flabbergasted as the mourning Elder druids. Somewhere else on Norrath, a cleric looked up from a ritual sacrifice, a vague feeling of triumph she couldn't place. The dark elf smiled knowingly. ***Edit*** Spellchecking gewd Edited by: Valdar and Astralis at: 1/8/03 4:16:10 am
Peredhil Posted January 8, 2003 Report Posted January 8, 2003 I think this is the start of one of your best. Welcome BACK in a big way! More! I want MORE! Show those EQ twinkies of what a Planes Walker is made! Gets the popcorn and soda and waits to see what happens. We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to. W. Somerset Maugham
Guest Valdar and Astralis Posted January 8, 2003 Report Posted January 8, 2003 ***ooc chatterbox*** Wait. . .the start? I was hoping to leave the rest to one's imagination. The thought of continuing this did cross my mind when I started, but it'll probably not continue in this page. I may start new threads as (if) the story progresses. Please try to understand, right now, I just finished this, have to think up a response to 'Shiny', am getting bullied by my bonded de-facto in another WoT RPG site, still trying to finish the elf story, AND am trying to keep 'The First Scars' in mind. I write on each as the story grows in my mind. So don't hold your breath
Zadown Posted January 8, 2003 Report Posted January 8, 2003 Now where is he? He should've already been here a long time ago... Argach tapped the stone floor of the Nexus with his booted feet, showing his impatience clearly. The gesture seemed oddly ill fitting to the big armored barbarian as if it was a copied manner. He was a tall and muscular man, wearing mostly leather reinforced with acrylia, a slight sheen of magic shimmering around his gear. Words of shielding floated in the air around him, and the blessings of spiritual purity and heroism would've shone clear to those who can see beyond the mundane. Suddenly before him the air shimmered briefly and an odd looking gnome appeared, coughing. The big barbarian directed an inquiring look at the small wizard and for a split second both the barbarian's and the gnome's eyes .. shifted, racing through different colors. Then the moment passed and both looked like relatively ordinary heroes of Norrath again. "Heya there, Astralis. Yer late already. Time to go hunting ... they'll never accept us to the planes if our highest triumph is some mangy tribal warrior!" The words seemed to be tinted with amused irony and the beastlord grinned widely, making it clear nothing would stand between him and the conquest of planes. The gnomish wizard didn't seem to pay too much attention, stooping to pick up a weather rocket that had dropped from his pocket instead of looking at the barbarian. "Yes yes ... sending us to Twilight Sea, be ready." After a few seconds of low chanting and arcane gestures, the air shimmered again and the unlikely pair was gone.
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