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Dark Lands: The prison of death
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Dark Lands: The prison of death
#121Andimia stumbled and caught her balance after Jade bumped into her. "Bless you." She replied to Jade's sneeze. The Rogue looked up at the statue as it spoke, her face quizzical. She rubbed her eyes, half out of disbelief, and half of the dust causing irritation, then looked at Tariquin, his eyes were a fiery hue. Turning back towards the statue Andimia decided it would be best to keep her mouth shut, but readied herself to draw her swords if any danger should come from this thing. -
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#122"Such is as I expected, though the news is weary to the ears that hear." The flame knight straightens from his bow as he speaks, molten green eyes surveying the area quite carefully, even while his fingers reflexively trace a sigil of blessing and purity.
"Guardian of stone, may I ask what it is you seal? Though we seek escape, I begin to wonder if the most effective path through this foul place is not to shatter the dark magics as we encounter them." Daring, perhaps even insane, but the candle that burns short burns brightly, and his Lord was not fond of sneaking and skulking. -
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#123The statue-warrior gave a sigh of eternal exhaustion.
"It art the Vic that I stand warden before." it said, slowly lifting a stony arm to point at the snake-head sculpture in the center. "It lies entrapped within the serpent, a thing of the spectral realm." -
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#124Tras stepped foward slightly, still holding Vyre in one hand, his curiosity aroused. The serpent sculpture was elaborate and had a deathly quiet around it, as if it dared someone to speak. Each time the silence was broken, it felt almost sacrilegious. And yet, it almost felt needed. Like the noise was wanted, required. Craved.
"Why was this thing imprisoned?" -
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#125"It was necessary to my masters." said the statue with finality, stepping back into it's alcove in the wall.
"Allow me vigilance once more, ape-children."
With that, it's heavy stone eyelids slid closed over those singular ruby oculars and the transformation back into sculpture was complete. -
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#126As the heavy eyelids slide shut once again, Searren bows, tracing a single sigil of flame in the air with his fingers. "May Zevarith lend you the light to see and the speed to react, guardian." After his rune fades away, he turns and speaks. "Let us be gone from this place. There will be nothing for us here that we want."
Choosing a tunnel almost at random, he gestures down it with the candleless hand. "We will go this way for now. It seems to slope upwards." -
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#127Coal Dog shrugged. He seemed to be doing a lot of shrugging lately. Fate was unnavoidable, he supposed.
"Sounds good to me." -
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#128Andimia looks up at the snake sculpture like she's thinking hard. She studies it closely, squinting,as if it would come alive and tell them the way out. giving up she turns to follow the rest of the party as they leave the statue to it's vigil. -
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#129Tarquin shifts a hand up, moving to lay it apon the chest of the stone statue, but, as the Tras, hand behind back, summoned that null-magic again, the mage hissed quietly, then paused, and finally lowered his hand, tearing his gaze away from the statue, back to the group. As that anti-magic fades, though, he relaxes slightly. Hm, that 'Vic' may be a useful beast to consume... but then, Tarquin was power-hungry, but not a fool. And especially in his weakened state, he was not going to risk it. All the same, he says nothing as the party selects a direction to move on, and his gaze constantly turns back to that statue... what if he took only one, and the other three remain to look over this 'vic'... -
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#130OOC: I'm going to assume you took the soul, Shadow.
The soul, trapped for eons within the statue, felt a spiritual tug from the Material Realm. Averting its gaze from the roaring demonic Vic chained with spectral fetters in the center of the room, the soul changed his sight to see into the Material. There was that curious mage, the one who had looked at him so....
Uraaaaagh!
The soul clung to its stone shell as the sorceror tore at it.
Must not be drawn into him! Cold...He is so cold! -
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#131OOC: Hehe ok, though he didnt. But a question: If Tarquin uses his spiritual sight he will be able to see this 'Vic', yes?
IC: Tarquin sighed faintly and pressed a hand against that statue, initiating that technique learned by him so long ago to withdraw the soul and absorb it. Thusly, Tarquin wrenches that ancient soul from the source of the stone, melding it to his own. Tarquin exhales loudly at the feel of that replenishing presence, umbuing him with new strength and increasing his own maximum reserves for power. It was now, of course, that Tarquins mind began to function far better - what if he were to obtain the soul of this 'Vic', which was supposed to be so powerful... Then, perhaps, he could hold far greater power. Enough, perhaps to be free of this place and his annoying 'allies', and to also wreak vengeance and torture to the betrayer who sent him into this prison in the first place... Tarquins gaze shifts back, gleaming a brilliant crimson beneath that hood once again, and his gaze slides over to the statue of that serpent, studying for the signs of a soul, or presence to absorb... -
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#132OOC: Yes, he would be able to see it.
In the spectral realm, the Vic lay chained in a great coil around the material serpent sculpture, mirroring that graven image like the greatest snake ever seen. Small withered limbs sprouted from it at intervals, and its scaled brow was crowned with curved horns. Spectral predators, called sluagh, loped through the room, seeking lost souls and other spectral creatures to devour. One of the sluagh came too near to the Vic, whose withered limb fleshed up and snatched the galloping spectre-beast. The snake-thing gulped the ghost predator greedily.
"Huuuungry....Musssst beeeee freeeeeee...." it muttered sibilantly, eyes blazing with blue fire in the muted blue-green tones of the spectral realm. "The...time of my essssscape...Issss sssoooooon...."
There! The Vic's eyes focused on the fourth hated guardian soul. It was not there!
The snake-demon began to strain against its chains. The other guardian souls began to drift from their sculptures to restrain him. But the the Vic was too strong for but three of these guardians, and devoured them much like it had devoured the poor sluagh.
"I am releassssssed!," it hissed. "Now I musssst free my brethrennnnn!"
The spectral serpent glided across the floor and up the passage that, in the material world, was the egress of the travellers.
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In the material world, Coal Dog shivered as a sudden chill filled the hallway. "Ugh! So cold!" he gasped. But it was gone as soon as it came. -
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#133Tarquin's eyes widen as he studies the spectral figure of this snake slither up past them. To those watching, his head would be turning as though watching something unseen glide by them. Expressionless features curl into a faint smile at the sight of this, and he abruptly speaks, "Well, no need to waste any more time here, methinks... I suggest we go that way..." He nods the direction that spectral 'vic' went. next time he saw it, he was not going to let it get past. -
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#134Searren's bronze armor flashes with a sudden flame as it senses the danger of the spirit-beast passing over him, his candle guttering and blowing out. He grimaces, and glances back, noting the change in the sorcerer, though he can only guess at what's been done. For now, he can only pray that it will not return to haunt them, and to press on. -
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#135Jade paused, her hair standing on end. She let out a soundless, cat-llike hiss. There was something else with them. Something that shouldn't have been there. And she now caught the very faint, but unmistakable and vaguely unpleasant smell of snake. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to catch sight of it, to no avail. -
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#136Andimia pulled her cloak around her as a chill spread throughout her body. She was happy that somebody seemed confident in which direction they should head, and ready to move on.
"Yeah, I don't think we should linger here anymore." -
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#137Tras groaned as he saw the spirit had been taken and the Vic was now unguarded. He stepped far back from the group and observed as the spirit released itself from the mage's grip and vanished into the darkness of the carvern. As soon as the intense aura of magic filled the room, he sheathed Vyre, which was still clutched in one hand and summoned his antimagic. Two balls of the magic dampening energy energized in his palms and Tras turned to the mage angrily.
"What the God's Name have you done, fool? Are you trying to kill us all?"
The energy in his hands crackled dangerous sending twining sparks along his arms. Tras glared at the arrogance of the mage.
"Kill yourself by all means. Don't drag me into it. Fool." -
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#138OOC: Hey all, I would like to apologize for starting a game and then leaving. I am in the military and soon after starting Dark Lands I was deployed somewhere in the middle east for about 6 months with no access to this site. I just finished reading the entire story and it was amazing.....perhaps I will start a new one. Again, I would like to apologize and hope to play with you all again real soon. -
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#139THE WARLOCK LIVES!!!! QUICK! MAKE ANOTHER ADVENTURE! :D
If you come up with another good plotline like this one, I suggest you request to a mod or admin if you could post it in the moderated freeform, so people have to structure it out better, and it may last longer. I look forward to seeing something as enjoyable as this one started out :) -
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#140(OOC: Does this thread yet live?) -
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#141I havent seen Andimia or Exit on for quite some time. I'd certainly like to revive it if the others are keen, however :P -
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#142OOC: Andy and Exit have been sucked into Limbo by forces we cannot fathom. Perhaps the God of the Multiverse has transported them elsewhere to maintain balance in the Multiverse? Or perhaps they were devoured by the infamous Derailer of Threads? I don't know. Neither do you. So unless they come back... -
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#143ooc: hey I'm here! I've been busy with work and getting my wonderful cable internet, but I'm ready to get this going -
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#144OOC: So now all we need is Exit. -
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#145ooc: how about we just have Exit walk silently at the back of the group untill he returns. I mean, I'm not anxious