NationStates Jolt Archive

"Oh, I don't mind. Aldur? What's going on?" Arianna asks, as she opens a Gateway back to the crystal world. Anna and Warfare would find themselves in the crystal world, inside a Dome. A map on the wall contains a map of the Crystal World. They could go right to the Crystals, or they could go to any one of many diffrent points of intrests.

"I'd ask Mith, or T'puuli or Plak'la, or maybe just Gypsy. I didn't understand it too well."

Anna, while normally willing to view points of interest, instead had a goal. She takes the black crystal to the white ones.

This had better be worth it.

The Black Crystal escapes her Grip before she even gets there. It hovers in the middle of all six crystals, then they become one big Crystal figure, of Ancient Aldur. It began to speak.

Father, I pray that this message reaches you before it's too late. I write this from the far distant future, a Dark Future, that begins, at least I hope it begins, very soon, from your prospective. An entity known as the nameless One will soon escape. I don't know if you knew of him or not, my memories of you are very dim, and only in very early childhood. For you see, your inactions caused you to True Die, almost as soon as The Nameless One escaped. Thus, Grandfather's Place could not be inherited, and all things began to disappear.

They tried Father, the Kaymirilians, the Snake Eaters, Your followers, Balroggans, even The People and deities of Theao, everyone in creation tried to stop him, but it was impossible. Beldragos and his brethren even stepped in, but they were soon sealed away. I have memories growing up, of one nation after another, ceasing to exist. Then the Gods Stepped in, but we have never had true leadership. Factions formed, and like mortals we each tried to be the ones to beat The Nameless One, to shame the other Gods into not following us, but Father, We were Mortals, for Even our powers ceased to be in his Presence. Even Leviathan's Black Flame, Powerful, and genetic, couldn't funtion properly. Uncle Leviathan, He was Our leader, with Queen Gypsy at his side. Of course, Sis always did have an imagination on her.

We knew, we knew that there had to be away, to seal him at least, and eventually, when all Creation was united under a single Banner against The Darkness, for that was all we could see of The Nameless One, we were able to begin to research a way to seal him. The Culmination of our efforts was a Black Crystal, containing a single spirit that survived The Nameless One's powers. A single spirit, that stayed on its own. For you see Father, Grandpa is Dead, and at your Time, his spirit is too scattered to do anything, ir things would have been diffrent. But he told us what to do to this crystal, to make him gather now, in your time. This is our last chance, our last attack against The Enivitable. I regret what this is going to do to you, but Growing up with out you, was unfair to me. Grandpa said, there was a balance to everything, perhaps if we were all more balanced.

Its message stunned Warfare into silence. But he tried to warn people. He wasn't at fault. Warfare was too blind to see the truth.

The statue of Ancient Aldur, suddenly became a large Crystal Becon, something wavered throughout creation. A call, yearning to be answered...

Costh, as he made lunch for him and his wife, could feel a tantalizing 'siren song', but even as he felt the call, he realized it was pointless to try and find the source.

"I can't get away with anything." little aldur said disappointedly.

"Well, I can't help it if some of the things you try to do are, unwise." Gypsy said.


She looked at Leviathan, pictures of all sorts of troubles little boys got into would run accross his mind: Wandering in to a Warren of Vizzerdrixy was among the most dangerous, other fun things included hiding Rahegalhoff's sword, knocking over a priceless statue of his father, in the First Church of Warhaven, and finally, utilising what little powers he had, to switch a message to Leviathan, with a message to Kaymiril VII. Fortunatly, they had been reswitched before too long.

"Anyways, Father's thinking about throwing a party, but is trying to find an excuse." Gypsy said.

Now why did I say that? Grr, Leviathan's making me loose focus, concentrate girl, he hasn't even made any moves yet.

Gypsy starts adding in all recently born Kaymirilians, including Rhenna and Cougar's children. Its a partly complicated process involving entering a strand similar to a life thread, into the Complex Tapestry of Fate. Fate and Death were linked, as it was Fate that decided the length of each life, and the method by which they would die. It wasn't that, Fate was Death's boss, more like, they were partners, in a neccessary, unpleasant process.
So that's what that weird message was all about...

Leviathan smiled as he saw what Aldur had done in his life, and chuckled openly at hiding Rahegalhoff's sword... what an odd, imginative place to hide it... he may as well have been a god of tricksters

He looked at Gyspy as she spoke about a party without meaning, and something came back to him, just over a year ago. The conversation that he and Warfare had regarding this very topic... being on the Chaos Wastes had made sure that they weren't overheard,"Oh really? I'm sure we could some up with a reason for him"

IC: Eldrad pushed his hair back over his shoulder, tying it back as he did so. With his past out in the open, as well as his true heritage, he now saw no need to impersonate a human, and had resumed his Eldar form. With long flowing black hair, fair skin, and standing slenderly at six foot tall, he carried a sword at his hip, carved of intricate wraithbone, a substance unique to the Eldar. He saw the new arrival out of the corner of his eye, and sighed as he saw what followed. Many souls... he had fought many battles. He did not have as many as Cougar had done when he was the same age, but then again, he never knew how many Cougar had killed over the years, either out of neccesity or because he had no other choice in the matter... or even at times, pure hatred, such as with the Helghast. He turned on his heel, and walked towards the new arrival, having heard the exchange between him and the others,"Greetings stranger, I know why you come here. But oyu have never told us your name."
IC: “Well hello sir.” (Stammers a little) “Um my name is Piekrom Nenouti. It translates to the fire of god in the language of my home land. I have traveled a long distance to try and gain a better understanding and more control over my now blossoming newfound power. I hope that I can also be of service to the tower in any way I can. Oh and thank you sir who speaks through minds for offering to show me to my quarters. I appreciate it very much.”
OOC: Yes the name I chose is from a real language. It is from the Coptic language which is the language of the ancient Egyptians and is still used in my church to this day.

So that's what that weird message was all about...

Leviathan smiled as he saw what Aldur had done in his life, and chuckled openly at hiding Rahegalhoff's sword... what an odd, imginative place to hide it... he may as well have been a god of tricksters

He looked at Gyspy as she spoke about a party without meaning, and something came back to him, just over a year ago. The conversation that he and Warfare had regarding this very topic... being on the Chaos Wastes had made sure that they weren't overheard,"Oh really? I'm sure we could some up with a reason for him"

"Party? Where, When?" Aldur asked all excited.

"Peace child, I never said it was actually going to happen, just that father was thinking of throwing one." Gypsy said, mildly irritated. Then again, she always got that way working on the tapestry.

Something caught her attention, she turned her head, as if listening for something, something she couldn't hear. Aldur heard it too. She wouldn't of been surprised if Leviathan couldn't hear the call as well.

"Ahh, Father's cure." Gypsy said mysteriously.

"What's going on, I can't understand. Sister, stop being so mysterious." Aldur whined.

"All things in good time. Your grandfather's coming for a visit. In a manner of speaking." Gypsy said. This confused Aldur all the more.

"Fine, I'm going to go see the Queen Sliver, at least she isn't mysterious." Aldur pouted. He stomped off, and made a passing sliver take him to the Queen.

"Child, there are somethings your just not supposed to know yet, maybe later, when your older, and have more understanding." She said.

Leviathan and Gypsy were all alone now...

Piekrom']IC: “Well hello sir.” (Stammers a little) “Um my name is Piekrom Nenouti. It translates to the fire of god in the language of my home land. I have traveled a long distance to try and gain a better understanding and more control over my now blossoming newfound power. I hope that I can also be of service to the tower in any way I can. Oh and thank you sir who speaks through minds for offering to show me to my quarters. I appreciate it very much.”
OOC: Yes the name I chose is from a real language. It is from the Coptic language which is the language of the ancient Egyptians and is still used in my church to this day.

"What is this blossoming power of which you speak?"

OOC: I've seen weirder names. Trust me, yours is no surprise.

"Party? Where, When?" Aldur asked all excited.

"Peace child, I never said it was actually going to happen, just that father was thinking of throwing one." Gypsy said, mildly irritated. Then again, she always got that way working on the tapestry.

Something caught her attention, she turned her head, as if listening for something, something she couldn't hear. Aldur heard it too. She wouldn't of been surprised if Leviathan couldn't hear the call as well.

"Ahh, Father's cure." Gypsy said mysteriously.

"What's going on, I can't understand. Sister, stop being so mysterious." Aldur whined.

"All things in good time. Your grandfather's coming for a visit. In a manner of speaking." Gypsy said. This confused Aldur all the more.

"Fine, I'm going to go see the Queen Sliver, at least she isn't mysterious." Aldur pouted. He stomped off, and made a passing sliver take him to the Queen.

"Child, there are somethings your just not supposed to know yet, maybe later, when your older, and have more understanding." She said.

Leviathan and Gypsy were all alone now...

Leviathan had heard the call, but he'd learned, with his additional years as a god over Gypsy and Aldur, he'd learned a few additional things. He laughed as Aldur went to see the Queen Sliver, ruffling his hair as he left (something certain to annoy him),"WHy do you call him child? He is your brother, and in terms of god-hood, he's not much younger than you"

Piekrom']

OOC: Yes the name I chose is from a real language. It is from the Coptic language which is the language of the ancient Egyptians and is still used in my church to this day.

Excellent! It is always good to place a small bit of yourself into your characters. It makes them more dear to yourself and you will push for that little bit of extra when using them.

Now for some more RPing…


IC:

Galvenor waited and saw Eldrad had things under control. He elected to remain silent and have the Eldar handle the rest of the introduction for Piekrom Nenouti. He was in good hands.

Galvenor sent a telepathic message to Eldrad:

“If you need me just refer in my direction. I don’t think Piekrom has noticed me yet and I might startle him. I’ll make my illusionary body invisible but I will make myself apparent if you wish me to.”

Galvenor faded from view as he canceled the apparition he was using for a body. The image blinked out of existence and Galvenor waited to see if he was needed.


OOC:

As you can see, I demonstrated a way to direct conversation towards an individual character. By stating it was a message sent to Eldrad, it shows he was the only one who should have heard it. If I was playing a normal character without telepathic abilities I could have said something like:

A servant approaches and hands Eldrad a message

There are many different ways, each depending upon the situation. Pagers, Text messages, Magic, Psionics, or Smoke signals could be used. (Yes, I have seen smoke signals used to deliver messages on NS.)

Creativity is the key.

By the way, in case you are wondering Galvenor Elvarryinn is one of the four founders of the School and has quite a history. He is thousands of years old and exists in a pure mental state of being. He evolved out of his body thousands of years ago so he uses his Psionics and Magic to interact with the world. He is usually sought out for a calm balanced opinion because of the Wisdom he has demonstrated in the past. He currently holds the Title of Warlord of Hell after stripping it off the Demon Appolyon in a battle that happened last winter/spring. He has never been seen abusing those powers and has used them a few times to save the other characters.

"What is this blossoming power of which you speak?"

IR: notices the shorter man disappear and is socked slightly but then starts thinking to self <Maybe he just teleported to a waiting area to give us some more room and allow us to speak more comfortably>. He then stares at the space that was just vacated by the shorter and notices a slight shimer in the air, but then shrugs it off as nothing. The he addresses the one remaining person, "Well as I was saying to the one at the door Things seem to blow up around me when ever I get angry. The angrier I am the bigger the explosion tends to be. In fact once I burned out an entire lake in my anger. So as you see it tends to be a bit of a problem. For the most part my training in weaponry has helped me keep a moderate amount of control over it. You know what? I still did not get your name or the other guys."

Piekrom']IR: notices the shorter man disappear and is socked slightly but then starts thinking to self <Maybe he just teleported to a waiting area to give us some more room and allow us to speak more comfortably>. He then stares at the space that was just vacated by the shorter and notices a slight shimer in the air, but then shrugs it off as nothing. The he addresses the one remaining person, "Well as I was saying to the one at the door Things seem to blow up around me when ever I get angry. The angrier I am the bigger the explosion tends to be. In fact once I burned out an entire lake in my anger. So as you see it tends to be a bit of a problem. For the most part my training in weaponry has helped me keep a moderate amount of control over it. You know what? I still did not get your name or the other guys."
OOC: I'm going to do a similar thing to Balrogga, and give you some background information on this character, known only as Eldrad. He is a Farseer of the Eldar, with some modifications to make him more feasible in this world of magick (notice the spelling, use that as it is true magick, as opposed to magic, which is the stuff you can see done by magicians (parlour tricks, sleight of hand etc etc).

Eldrad is capable of channeling energies from the Warp (also known as the Immaterium) to form focused attacks... he is also capable of partial clairvoyance (seeing the future) and necrovoyance (speaking to the souls of the dead, essentially a medium). He is also a necromancer in training. He has extensive knowledge of the universe, a higher level than most mortals. He is currently six hundred years old, and hails from Ulthwe craftworld.

IC: Eldrad raised an eyebrow,"Interesting... this is a power I have previously encountered, but it was rare, and not as violent as yours appears to be. Tell me, when did this begin to occur? As to my name, you may call me Eldrad. The other man you met was Costh, a *note of derision in his voice becomes apparant* demi-god of Theao."

As he 'heard' Galvenor's message, he inclined his head slightly to show he agreed, however the motion was so slight as to only be noticable from the angle at which Galvenor was in relation to him

IC: Eldrad raised an eyebrow,"Interesting... this is a power I have previously encountered, but it was rare, and not as violent as yours appears to be. Tell me, when did this begin to occur? As to my name, you may call me Eldrad. The other man you met was Costh, a *note of derision in his voice becomes apparant* demi-god of Theao."

As he 'heard' Galvenor's message, he inclined his head slightly to show he agreed, however the motion was so slight as to only be noticable from the angle at which Galvenor was in relation to him
OOC: I was meaning Galvenor when i spoke for he did give an image of himself to be seen for a short time.

IC: "Well Mr. Eldrad I began noticing this power around 5 or 6 years ago. I think that to get a better understanding though I will need to tell you a little more about my life story. It has apparently shown its self in little fits even since the age of 7, but it did not start to have any real form till I was about 14. I lost my dad the day I was born. My mom used to talk a little about him. He was apparently a very powerful man. From what heard about him he was a druid from another dimensional field and somehow got stuck over here where his magic was apparently rendered useless. But he was also skilled with weaponry of all sorts and had quickly become the top military commander under the king of my land. He was greatly feared buy all of the kingdoms enemy’s and was unequaled on the battlefield. He was killed by the plague though and the king did help us as my father was his favorite general but the kingdom fell on hard times. I had first picked up a sword when I was 5 and have been training with it ever since. I picked up the quarterstaff soon after that. I then joined the army at ten in order to get money to help my mom. She died 2 years latter. I had progressed quite quickly in the army and was soon the 2nd strongest in the land and they were saying that I might even get to be stronger then my father and help rejuvenate the country. When I was 15 I blew up the army’s stables with my just sprouting power and was exiled by a deeply saddened king because I had become a danger to society. I have been wandering across the lands in search of help ever since."

Piekrom']OOC: I was meaning Galvenor when i spoke for he did give an image of himself to be seen for a short time.

IC: "Well Mr. Eldrad I began noticing this power around 5 or 6 years ago. I think that to get a better understanding though I will need to tell you a little more about my life story. It has apparently shown its self in little fits even since the age of 7, but it did not start to have any real form till I was about 14. I lost my dad the day I was born. My mom used to talk a little about him. He was apparently a very powerful man. From what heard about him he was a druid from another dimensional field and somehow got stuck over here where his magic was apparently rendered useless. But he was also skilled with weaponry of all sorts and had quickly become the top military commander under the king of my land. He was greatly feared buy all of the kingdoms enemy’s and was unequaled on the battlefield. He was killed by the plague though and the king did help us as my father was his favorite general but the kingdom fell on hard times. I had first picked up a sword when I was 5 and have been training with it ever since. I picked up the quarterstaff soon after that. I then joined the army at ten in order to get money to help my mom. She died 2 years latter. I had progressed quite quickly in the army and was soon the 2nd strongest in the land and they were saying that I might even get to be stronger then my father and help rejuvenate the country. When I was 15 I blew up the army’s stables with my just sprouting power and was exiled by a deeply saddened king because I had become a danger to society. I have been wandering across the lands in search of help ever since."
OOC: You shrugged about the shimmering air... Eldrad is the only 'real' person left.

IC:"A sad story indeed... your emotional turmoil is undoubtly linked to this power of yours. I know someone similar to yourself. A great solider, one of the finest ever produced by Snake Eaters. You might meet him at some stage, but I understand that his first children were born recently. He too came to this tower without family or friends, having lost all family at age six, and having fought ever since. And now, ten years on, he is prehaps one of the more powerful and naturally gifted mages to have emerged from here. Despite this, I believe you can be helped by someone"

The Black Crystal escapes her Grip before she even gets there. It hovers in the middle of all six crystals, then they become one big Crystal figure, of Ancient Aldur. It began to speak.

Father, I pray that this message reaches you before it's too late. I write this from the far distant future, a Dark Future, that begins, at least I hope it begins, very soon, from your prospective. An entity known as the nameless One will soon escape. I don't know if you knew of him or not, my memories of you are very dim, and only in very early childhood. For you see, your inactions caused you to True Die, almost as soon as The Nameless One escaped. Thus, Grandfather's Place could not be inherited, and all things began to disappear.

They tried Father, the Kaymirilians, the Snake Eaters, Your followers, Balroggans, even The People and deities of Theao, everyone in creation tried to stop him, but it was impossible. Beldragos and his brethren even stepped in, but they were soon sealed away. I have memories growing up, of one nation after another, ceasing to exist. Then the Gods Stepped in, but we have never had true leadership. Factions formed, and like mortals we each tried to be the ones to beat The Nameless One, to shame the other Gods into not following us, but Father, We were Mortals, for Even our powers ceased to be in his Presence. Even Leviathan's Black Flame, Powerful, and genetic, couldn't funtion properly. Uncle Leviathan, He was Our leader, with Queen Gypsy at his side. Of course, Sis always did have an imagination on her.

We knew, we knew that there had to be away, to seal him at least, and eventually, when all Creation was united under a single Banner against The Darkness, for that was all we could see of The Nameless One, we were able to begin to research a way to seal him. The Culmination of our efforts was a Black Crystal, containing a single spirit that survived The Nameless One's powers. A single spirit, that stayed on its own. For you see Father, Grandpa is Dead, and at your Time, his spirit is too scattered to do anything, ir things would have been diffrent. But he told us what to do to this crystal, to make him gather now, in your time. This is our last chance, our last attack against The Enivitable. I regret what this is going to do to you, but Growing up with out you, was unfair to me. Grandpa said, there was a balance to everything, perhaps if we were all more balanced.

Its message stunned Warfare into silence. But he tried to warn people. He wasn't at fault. Warfare was too blind to see the truth.

The statue of Ancient Aldur, suddenly became a large Crystal Becon, something wavered throughout creation. A call, yearning to be answered...
OOC: I doubt that Kaymiril would fail to rid the universe of the Nameless One...you've no idea the extent of Anna's/Mith's/Renor's true powers.

IC:
"Then what is it, dalhar? Action or inaction?"

OOC: And you have no idea what the nameless one's true powers are...

IC: "I, I," Warfare tried to formulate something intelligent, but couldn't.

Without warning, the crystals shattered, leaving behind a formless golden glow.

"Then I will decide for you, Dalhar." The glow said.

It moved to Kaymiril VII.

"Intresting child we've raised, though, the fact is intresting, that I am his father, and you his mother, yet Warfare caused his own birth."

Warfare finally got his jaw working.
"Father? Father Yore?" he asked.

"None other, though I am quite dead, and terribly displeased with your recent inactions." Yore said.
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Gypsy sighed. a few minuets had passed, and she was finished for now.

"Well, Yore has returned, in a way, though he is quite dead. I'm finished with the Tapestry for the day, and I call aldur a child, because he is a child. You are quite wrong though, I have technically been a goddess ever since birth, approximatly five million years ago, give or take a millinia or two. However, I've only been aware of them, for the past decade. Aldur, being only one quater drow, has been a god for five years. But yes, you do have more experience, I agree completly." She then manifested a pot of green tea.

"Tea?" She offered.

Eldrad would most likely feel his presence but he doubted the stranger could. It took great mastery to break through his protections. He projected an illusionary body for the stranger to see. He appeared to be just under 6 feet tall, metallic silver hair, amber eyes, and dressed in robes of gold and white, the colors of the Balrogga Empire. He carried neither weapon nor any other object.
OOC: This is what I ment or did you sort of glance over this part. Oh well does not matter to much


OOC: You shrugged about the shimmering air... Eldrad is the only 'real' person left.

IC:"A sad story indeed... your emotional turmoil is undoubtly linked to this power of yours. I know someone similar to yourself. A great solider, one of the finest ever produced by Snake Eaters. You might meet him at some stage, but I understand that his first children were born recently. He too came to this tower without family or friends, having lost all family at age six, and having fought ever since. And now, ten years on, he is prehaps one of the more powerful and naturally gifted mages to have emerged from here. Despite this, I believe you can be helped by someone"

IC:"Yes I had pretty much thought the same thing. I also had the belief that my dead father's magic while rendered unusable for him due to the dimensional shift there was still a high magical potential and had the chance to evolve and adapt to this environment through me. So my dad is at fault to. Well that all aside I realy need to freshen up and maybe take a little nap. After i have done all that though where do i go to start my training"

Gypsy sighed. a few minuets had passed, and she was finished for now.

"Well, Yore has returned, in a way, though he is quite dead. I'm finished with the Tapestry for the day, and I call aldur a child, because he is a child. You are quite wrong though, I have technically been a goddess ever since birth, approximatly five million years ago, give or take a millinia or two. However, I've only been aware of them, for the past decade. Aldur, being only one quater drow, has been a god for five years. But yes, you do have more experience, I agree completly." She then manifested a pot of green tea.

"Tea?" She offered.

Leviathan shrugged nonchantly,"It does not matter either way. Yes, tea would be most welcome"


Piekrom]:"Yes I had pretty much thought the same thing. I also had the belief that my dead father's magic while rendered unusable for him due to the dimensional shift there was still a high magical potential and had the chance to evolve and adapt to this environment through me. So my dad is at fault to. Well that all aside I realy need to freshen up and maybe take a little nap. After i have done all that though where do i go to start my training"
OOC: Y'know, you don't always have to put 'IC:'. If you're not putting an OOC statement, it's surplus to requirement... as in not needed, everyone will assume you are being In Character.

IC:"Never blame your genetics. You are what you are, nothing more, nothing less. As for training, this entire Tower is open for training. Mages, wizards, warlocks, all come through here at some stage or another. You can train with the swordmasters in the art of swordplay, for although you call yourself a master, they have been training since birth, and many are centuries older than you. You can learn almost anything here."

Gypsy pored Leviathan a steaming cup of tea, in a fine bone china cup, with a delicate blue flower pattern. A silver tray appeared, containing all the usual add-ins. Gypsy drank hers straight.

"So, surely you must have some theories as to what's to come, what do you think is going to be the next major event for us." Gypsy said.

I hope I put just enough stress on the word us, subliminal messaging is tricky when its not in your domain.

She smiled a pretty little smile and waited for Leviathan.

Leviathan added some sugar and milk to his tea, and infused it with lemon. Being a god who mixed drinks in his spare time, he knew what he was doing. He settled into his chair, and sipped at it,"I don't have clue what's coming. I personally don't want to know what's coming... not yet. Yore's back, which means it's big. Very big. Other than that, I don't know. I just don't know."

"Like I said, the Cure for Father has arrived. I know Queen Kaymiril VII is a tough woman, but there are times when no one but your father can straighten you out. Though I would prepare to see sides of Father, I don't think you've seen before. It'll be, intresting, to say the least." Gypsy said.

Leviathan shrugged nonchantly,"Oh well, I'm sure it will all turn out for the best... somehow"

OOC: And you have no idea what the nameless one's true powers are...

IC: "I, I," Warfare tried to formulate something intelligent, but couldn't.

Without warning, the crystals shattered, leaving behind a formless golden glow.

"Then I will decide for you, Dalhar." The glow said.

It moved to Kaymiril VII.

"Intresting child we've raised, though, the fact is intresting, that I am his father, and you his mother, yet Warfare caused his own birth."

Warfare finally got his jaw working.
"Father? Father Yore?" he asked.

"None other, though I am quite dead, and terribly displeased with your recent inactions." Yore said.

"I was there at the beginning of 'time' when you split to form him and his brother...I don't recall you 'raising' him. Other than that..." she shrugs. "Personally, I've been thinking a good beating is in order for him, but his utter lack of anything resembling ambition is rather disappointing, be he god or mortal."

"I remember you. My raising was, of the unseen sort. I agree though, a good beating, maybe with a board, Petrified oak, preferably. But then the board would break. Possesion would work though." Yore said, with a grin.

"Dear gods in heaven you can't be serious." Warfare said, horrified.

"Oh, can't I?" Yore said, a bit dangerously.

"I tried! No one would listen." Warfare said.

"And who would want to listen to a sniveling whining godlet that's afraid of his own shadow?" Yore shot back.

"Hey that's not fair. Gods are supposed to be invincible, and never loose their powers." Warfare pouted.

"Yeah, well, surprise surprise." Yore said.

Leviathan shrugged nonchantly,"Oh well, I'm sure it will all turn out for the best... somehow"

"I can almost promise that. Though, there will be losses." Gypsy said.

"I remember you. My raising was, of the unseen sort. I agree though, a good beating, maybe with a board, Petrified oak, preferably. But then the board would break. Possesion would work though." Yore said, with a grin.

"Dear gods in heaven you can't be serious." Warfare said, horrified.

"Oh, can't I?" Yore said, a bit dangerously.

"I tried! No one would listen." Warfare said.

"And who would want to listen to a sniveling whining godlet that's afraid of his own shadow?" Yore shot back.

"Hey that's not fair. Gods are supposed to be invincible, and never loose their powers." Warfare pouted.

"Yeah, well, surprise surprise." Yore said.
At the point where Warfare was pouting about losing his powers, Anna's hand whipped out, and she backhanded him across the face.

"FOOL! You manipulate different types of fashka, types that are harder to drain. But that does not mean that it cannot be done. You shame any bloodline you have participated in with your moping and whining. I never wanted anything of you, save that you tend to your duties faithfully. I don't care how powerful or how weak you are, you're acting like a child...not a man. And I know I taught you better than that."

Anna manged to draw blood.

"How dare you hit me!" Warfare said outraged.

"Oh yeah, well I can do worse." Yore threatened.

"You wouldn't dare."Warfare blustered.

Yore manifested that Petrified Oaken board, picked Warfare up by the scruff of his neck, bent him over a nearby guard rail crystal, and soundly warmed his behind. Unfortunatly, the board cracked.

"I'm your mother, and you're behaving like a child."

Anna leans on a crystal, watching while Yore beats Warfare.

"You wouldn't believe this...but this actually hurts me more than it hurts you. Or it would, if you weren't such a damn fool."

"Fine, I give up. If you know everything, what do I do then." Warfare said with a snotty tone of voice.

Yore backhanded Warfare again.

"First, you will talk to us with more respect in your voice, secondly, I will posses you, and when your body can handle it, I will take you to see the Keeper of the domains. But first, you must come to understand balance." Yore said.

"Beldragos?" Warfare asked.

"No other." Yore said.

Warfare had ,by now, healed, and kept quiet, for fear of getting hit again.
Yore simply waited to see what Anna might have to say.

She rubs the bridge of her nose.

"How do you grow up a Maril princeling and know nothing of balance? Obviously I failed somewhere in there. Either that, or you didn't pay attention."

Yore steps into Warfare. Warfare goes rigid, then limp, then opens his eyes again. They glow gold.

"Don't worry, Anna, by the time I'm finished, Warfare will know The six aspects of The Balance. Damn he's let himself go." Yore said.

Yore made Warfare let out a deep breath. Over the years, he had gotten flabby, and was now 200 pounds over weight, and could barely lift 200 pounds. For a God, this was really quite bad.

"I will have to see Leviathan for a, Workout program, to get Warfare back in shape." Yore said.

He patted Warfare's sudden Belly. and looked at his flabby arms. Warfare had even gained a double chin.

"Yes, Warfare definatly needs back in shape. Its possible for even non-warrior gods to have a warriors physique. With my minimum powers in place, it should only take a few months." Yore said.

"He has let himself go. Go on...if this knocks some sense into him, then only for the better, no matter the pain."

Yore pointed at a blank wall.

"That wall will take you anywhere you wish to go, which would probably be back to your daughter, Aris, if my guess is correct. Please inform Arianna of what's happened." Yore asked.

He went to Gypsy's Picture, touched it, and disappeared to gypsy's tent.

**************************************************************
Gypsy nearly spilt her Tea.

"Father!?!" Gypsy exclaimed.

"Well, his body, but the one in control is I, Yore, ancient keeper of the balance. I came here to have you find Leviathan, however I see he's already here. *turning to Leviathan.* It is a pleasure to meet my son's friends, Leviathan. I only wish Warfare had been in better shape." Yore said. he stepped partially out of Warfare, and while offering his hand for a Handshake, he went on.
"I wanted to see you, to get Warfare back into Warrior shape. I'm sure you can see how he secretly let himself go." Yore said, with disgust.

Yore gave off no sense of presence, other than that of a mighty spirit. No doubt Eldrad and others with similar powers would know by way of the spirit networks, that the broken shard's of Kajeenith's half of Yore's soul had gathered together, rejoined Warfare's half, and was now possesing Warfare.

Kaymiril VII stepped through, back into the Valshanth. She'd hoped for some actual time with Aris today...but after the trouble with Warfare, it would be time for her to be handed back off to a servant at about the same time she finished talking with Arianna. She almost sighed.

Why couldn't life just be simple?

Arianna almost seemed to know what happened alraedy. She had of course, gotten some half-hints and clues from Gypsy. Since the Crystal World was half hers, she was able to watch everything. So, really, it didn't take more than just long enough for Arianna to tell Anna how Aris had been, and to tell her, she already knew what happened.

"That's a relief, dalharil. I myself hardly know what happened."

Arianna left to drag Gaia back to her own realm, before nature became unbalnced in Kaymiril. Although he nation did stand a really good chance of producing Bumber crops this year.

And life at the Valshanth returned to normal.

IC:"Never blame your genetics. You are what you are, nothing more, nothing less. As for training, this entire Tower is open for training. Mages, wizards, warlocks, all come through here at some stage or another. You can train with the swordmasters in the art of swordplay, for although you call yourself a master, they have been training since birth, and many are centuries older than you. You can learn almost anything here."

"Hmmm. What is this gen genetics that you speak of. Were is my room to. Were do I register my name for tower training and all that. Who can train me in the control of my magic? That is what i want to first learn."

OOC:

Still here waiting for my cue to enter.

I'll let you figure out which one I am waiting for...

OOC: I know Balrogga. Very soon. Oh and please stick to midevil stuff i realy want this to be more fantasy like

"I can almost promise that. Though, there will be losses." Gypsy said.

"War always brings loss. It brings many things, but it does show people what can be done to solve their troubles, aside from fighting."

"Well, his body, but the one in control is I, Yore, ancient keeper of the balance. I came here to have you find Leviathan, however I see he's already here. *turning to Leviathan.* It is a pleasure to meet my son's friends, Leviathan. I only wish Warfare had been in better shape." Yore said. he stepped partially out of Warfare, and while offering his hand for a Handshake, he went on.
"I wanted to see you, to get Warfare back into Warrior shape. I'm sure you can see how he secretly let himself go." Yore said, with disgust.

Yore gave off no sense of presence, other than that of a mighty spirit. No doubt Eldrad and others with similar powers would know by way of the spirit networks, that the broken shard's of Kajeenith's half of Yore's soul had gathered together, rejoined Warfare's half, and was now possesing Warfare.

Leviathan had to exercise all his powers of self control from punching 'Warfare' right then and there. He shook Yore's hand, looking over the bloated figure before him. The damage was done, it was going to be tough,"He is a fool to allow himself to become this way... I'm not sure his body can take what I would have to do. The spirit might, but the body would suffer tremednously"

Piekrom]"Hmmm. What is this gen genetics that you speak of. Were is my room to. Were do I register my name for tower training and all that. Who can train me in the control of my magic? That is what i want to first learn."
OOC: Don't tell people what to do regarding their technology. Snake Eaters and Balrogga pride themselves on their technological status, but it is possible to combine elements of both worlds. Magick doesn't actually play that big a part in the daily lifes of Snake Eaters, but I can still have some gifted people who use it.

IC: Eldrad sighed, the man's knowledge base was obviously limited to fighting and nothing more,"I will not explain genetics to you, you must find that out for yourself. You can find your own room, you do not need to register. Why not ask someone if they can help you, if they seem to be using something similar to what you are expierecing... learning is a gradual process, you cannot do it overnight and expect it to be done with. I know mages whose powers are still being pushed... indeed, the more powerful work harder than the novices"

As he was speaking, a small ball of energy appeared between his fingers. He casually flicked it at a target that he had been working with before this newcomer had arrived. With a single motion, he sent the ball spinning into the target. It exploded, but with pomp and circumstance. No noise, no mess, just destruction, and the faintest smell of ozone.

"War always brings loss. It brings many things, but it does show people what can be done to solve their troubles, aside from fighting."



Leviathan had to exercise all his powers of self control from punching 'Warfare' right then and there. He shook Yore's hand, looking over the bloated figure before him. The damage was done, it was going to be tough,"He is a fool to allow himself to become this way... I'm not sure his body can take what I would have to do. The spirit might, but the body would suffer tremednously"

Yore stepped back inside.

"Don't worry about me, I can take much. I am his spirit, and he is my body. Its very complex and requires much unneccasary explaination, if you simply accept this fact at face value. I still have powers, and thus Warfare should be able to handle alot, and, in theory at least, it should speed the process up considerably." Yore said. Warfare flinched at the thought of getting punched.

Yore stepped back inside.

"Don't worry about me, I can take much. I am his spirit, and he is my body. Its very complex and requires much unneccasary explaination, if you simply accept this fact at face value. I still have powers, and thus Warfare should be able to handle alot, and, in theory at least, it should speed the process up considerably." Yore said. Warfare flinched at the thought of getting punched.

Leviathan abhored the idea of having to hit his friend... but drastic measures must be taken,"Fine, we're go to the arena of the gods... there, we will train to get him back into shape. I'll talk to you soon, Gypsy"

Gypsy sighed.

"Fare well then, come back soon." Gypsy said. She waved a hand, and sent them to the Divine Arena, mid center, slightly to the left. A demon and an angel were having a very physical debate over the concept of the demon forcing his way in to heaven. The angel was winning, by all appearences.

Yore chuckled.

"Same old same old I see." he said.

"Things never change... they just travel in a cycle. An endless, pepetual cycle," said Leviathan sadly.

The Angel eventually won, bowed to the two gods, and baneshed the mess away. Then he retreated, after one more bow, and went back to business, patroling the divine side of the Battle feild of the Gods.

"Alright then, where do we start?" Yore asked.

Leviathan had already set about sealing them within a time bubble of his own creation,"This will make it easier. We may be in here many months by our reckoning, but only a few moments to others. I choose to come here as our powers are not restricted as on the mortal plains. First, we must force his body to return to shape befitting a god of war"

"Very intresting bubble, very nice concept. Yes, the events that will happen shortly, will need such a body." Yore said.

The glow faded.

"What? you mean I have to actually mentally do the work myself? I thought you were going to do the mental part, and I was doing the physical part." Warfare said confused.

The glow returned.

"Yes, you have to do it all. What good is such a body, without the mental state to fo with it? All things must come in balance. The work you will put in here, will balance the lazyness of the past few years. The mental state after this, will balance the body you will have earned back. There is more to Balance, then just the state of the six forces." Yore said.

The golden glow faded again.

"Fine, be that way." Warfare said.

This is going to get weird... very quickly

"My friend, you have failed in your duty to yourself, your family, and your own wish to preserve creation. Now, I must help you regain what you have lost, so that you can once more achieve balance"

"So everyone tells me. well, less talk, more action. I don't want this to go on any longer than it has to." Warfare said.

And so Leviathan began a gruelling regieme. Little food, little sleep, just training. It was constant, the re-learning of old techniques, the fights with his friend turned teacher. Leviathan didn't let up, and was indeed a strict teacher, befitting what he had been as a mortal.

Warfare complained, at first, then, slowly, got with the program. slowly, his muscles returned, slowly, his old physique returned. Warfare actually regained some of his old powers, but not very much. Yore spoke within Warfare's mind about Balance. Long lessons when Warfare was allowed to rest, about the nature of Balance, aspects of it, more things then any one deity ever really cared to know about Balance. He let his words be broadcast as thoughts, incase Leviathan was intrested in learning more about the balance.

Piekrom']OOC: I know Balrogga. Very soon. Oh and please stick to midevil stuff i realy want this to be more fantasy like

The control of another's nation is strictly up to that player.

There are computer systems within the tower already. The lighting is provided by electricity, Security systems are in place, and we even have a couple super colliders in the research labs below the tower. Warfare built an android that runs on Magic, There have been Mechs both the good and evil sides have used in the past.

This is all in our history and already happened. It cannot be revoked and rewritten. If it was not for Super Science, my nation would not exist at all, being shipwrecked upon a planet where technology didn't exist and we had to learn Magic to get out. That is all I will say for my history for now.

That would be like restricting you from using your father, mother, or king. Something that would not only be considered rude but also a godmod.

You are still new so we should pretend it never happened. This is just a friendly FYI

If you want, you can pretend the machines, lighting, and other stuff are a form of magic. You would probably think they are until you understand the concepts better. A shotgun would be a Boomstick, a lightbulb would be a magical globe of illumination. The steel locks would obviously be made by Dwarven Mastercraftsmen, ect...

It is all in the perspective you look at them with.

Leviathan's interest was marginal. His friend was still grumpy, was still rude and ill mannered. And it got on his nerves. More than once, he had been forced to take Warfare down and teach him a hard lesson. Six months had passed

By the end of the six months, Warfare was back to his old self. During those hard lessons, Warfare mysteriously lost all his powers. It was just the strangest thing. Warfare knew it had something to do with Yore, but Yore never admited to it.

"Alright, Leviathan. My son is ready, please, release us from your fine bubble." Yore said.

Leviathan clicked his fingers, and then they were back to the arena,"ONly five minutes have passed here."

"Fantastic. I suppose I should be our my way. Waarfare has to go see the keeper of the domains." Yore said. With that, he turned, and walked off.

OOC: Ok. I just simply wanted the development of my Character to take a definite fantasy path not a fake semblance of fantasy elements that Harry Potter offers. Yes I feel that Harry Potter is not fantasy but just fiction.

IR: “Ok then could you at least tell me in which direction the empty rooms are after that I will find some one to teach me on these matters latter. Hey wait what about that guy who speaks through minds were is he now perhaps he could help me learn something of magic?”

A regal figure stepped down from the tower she had been working in. She was Drow, with flowing white hair and midnight-black skin. Her eyes and robes were silver.

"The rooms...you'll find them when you're ready to find them. We teach no 'magic' here, dalhar. We will not teach you of cards and hats, rabbits and doves, or of saws. If you are truly here to learn, you will learn magick...the true manipulation of fashka to gain whatever purpose you wish to use it for."

"So it is not called magic but magik. Ok it is just that is what I am used to everyone calling this power to alter reality. I have also heard about it being called the will and the word that allows this minipulation, but that it comes only after many years of study from what i have heard."

"Will, always. Words, if that's how you prefer to work."

OOC: Watch Warfare ascend to his father's place. A RP staring everyone's favorite master of Not Ghost Ta'nars, Balrogga! Costarring Warhaven. Due to the nature of the place in which this event takes Place, it will only be Balrogga and Warhaven. My sincere apolgies to Snake Eaters and Kaymiril.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9640157#post9640157

In the several interveining years since Aldur had sealed his uncle in, Kamigawa had become a dark and dreary place. around the swamps, a perpetual fog had settled into place. Black and withered trees stood like corpses. Foul creatures of the night roamed freely, ready to pounce apon whatever unlucky soul wandered in there by mistake, or was forced in, gfor Kajeenith's twisted amusement. It was in such a place, that Kajeenith roamed.

"Glorious darkness, tell me, how do I break the seal that locks me away, prevents me from fullfilling my destiny?" He implored to the empty air.

A bat squeaked as it flew by, and something rustled in the grass. Nothing dared touch Kajeenith.

I have given you all of my soul, and live only by your glorious will. Please, aid me, i beg of you." He cried.

He wandered through the dark fog.

"Kajeenith, my Loyal Servant. have your Dark mages of space, who follow you with all the fear you inspire in their hearts, focus their powers, through one sacrifice, willing or not, and like a pin pricking a ballon, so must they use their powers to penetrate the Bubble, seperating you from the outside." The Darkness within Kajeenith's own heart answered.

"Yes, Milord. What of the Fell beast, is it still sealed away?" Kajeenith asked.

"Yes, but you must leave right after Kamigawa is freed, or soon, all our plans will be for nothing. There are those who still seek to destroy you." The Darkness answered.

"Yes, Milord, I understand." Kajeenith answered.

He walked off, first to recover his strength, his powers, then, to select one lucky victim to release him, from this Prison.

Soon, Kajeenith would be relaesed...

Little Aldur had returned from trying to visit the Queen Sliver. She was sheding, and really quite irritable. Fortunatly Aldur was turned away, and returned to Gypsy's tent.

"Gypsy?" Aldur called.
"Yes Aldur?" She called back. He entered her tent, and sat with an irritable sigh that The Queen was unavailible.

"Well isn't that to bad." Gyspy said sympathetically, understanding that Aldur didn't realise that she already knew this.

"Gypsy, why is Fate a tapestry, and not a river or something?" Aldur asked.

Gypsy manifested the Tapestry of fate. Only Fate Deities and higher were allowed to do this. She motioned Aldur over, and showed him some of the strands. The First one he sees depicts the Queen Sliver Molting. The second one, depicted Rahegalhoff grooming his Alicorn. The third one, depicted Roy truying to win Arel's affections. As Aldur looked at each thread, he noticed, some looped and entertwined. Some intersected Some split, indicating choice. As he pulled back, he discovered that soon, they stopped being seperate threads, but a rich Tapestry.

"You see Aldur, Each thread, is someone's life, someones fate. It loops, it twists, it turns, and intersects other entites threads all the time. Its this intersection, that couses it to be a tapestry. Always remember Aldur, your actions in life, don't just effect a few directly, but effect many inderectly as well. You know that pond, three miles east? If you were to take a stone, and throw it in there, what would happen?" Gypsy asked.

"Ripples" Aldur said.

"Exactly, so it is with Fate. Everything's connected. Remember that." Gypsy said.

Aldur sat there and scratched his head, not really understanding.

"So, if I were to pick a Flax seed from the feilds fifty miles south, and blow it to the wind, what could happen?" Aldur asked.

"well, suppose there was no wind. It would fall to the ground and become another Flax plant. Then, suppose the winds were strong enough to carry it away. It could blow, and vlow, and blow some more, where it would become wedged beneath a very great boulder indeed. A boulder, perched precariously above a small defensless town. The Flax seed, having been blown into its new position, would become the sole force keeping that boulder up. This same thing can be seen somewhere in Ariazzona, where a great big huge rock, is supported entirely by a little pebble. Anyways, after many years, a hungry mouse comes along, and removes the flax seed. The boulder, unsupported, falls, and crushes the Town below." Gypsy said.

"That's horrible." Aldur said.

"Ahh, but fate can also be good. suppose that same flax seed, instead of going to the Boulder, were instead blown along the pathways of creation, sometimes traveling on wagons and horses. Eventually, it makes its way to a World that knows of Flax, but has none. The seed lands in Fertile soil, grows, and after many years, one of the inhabitants stumbles accross the resulting Flax feild. The people are overjoyed, and can now become prosperous in the Flax trade, with proper care of the Flax of course." Gypsy said.

"But what about the town with the Boulder, do they just get crushed sooner then?" Aldur asked, not forgetting the town.

"Your care for innocent people is admirable. That is where my job comes in. In both circumstances, there are many possibilites, but for now, we'll assume a passing space Master saved the town and everyone lived happily ever after." Gypsy said.

"Oh, thank you." Aldur said. He wandered off to puzzle over the lesson he had just learned, and to try and figure out how he would save that town.

"Ok for like the tenth time were are the rooms so I can rest and freshen up.

"More respect is required of you, dalhar, unless you wish your training to take a sudden turn for the worse."

Mild annoyance showed on the Drow's face...in the firm set of the mouth, in the slight drawing together of the fine eyebrows, of the glimpse of hellfire seen flashing briefly through her eyes.

"If you want to rest, then find the rooms yourself. You should be able to."

IC: "Ok fine. I will move along and look for my self." Moves on down the halls of the tower that seem to stretch unto eternity for some one who will not just act all high and snobbish, and just tell him plainly were all the rooms are. He also starts think about the one who first approached him when he was speaking to Mr. Eldrad hoping that he not only speaks through minds but also reads them. He hopes for him to read Piekrom's mind so that he would perhaps come to help Piekrom.

A rather pompous looking man came walking down the hall, and spied this newcomer.

"Who are you, and Why are you here?" The Man demanded. He looked like a preist, and infact was a preist of Warfare. The man was obviously full of himself. He blocked the newcomers way, and would not let him pass.

IC: Oh great. Why do most of the people here seem so snobbish? I am really getting tiered of all this. Does no one take into consideration how long ones journey might have been? "Well I am a warrior from a very very far country and have been on a log journey to discover a way to control the large power that seems to be stirring within me. I have just learned that it is called magik and not magic. First though I am trying to find a place to rest because I have had a long and very difficult journey. Hmm I perceive that you are a warrior. Perhaps we could test each other later but for now help me find room or please leave me to go on."

"The man you would mos desire to test your skills against, would be Lord Rahegalhoff, later. For now, your on the totally wrong level, opposite section of the tower. 15th floor, section Beta, Hallway next to the statue of Leviathan." The man said. He walked off and indicated a large winding spiral staircase. Then, he disappeared around the corner and was never seen nor heard from within the tower again.

Eldrad had heard this, and snorted in disgust. He despised the priests of Warfare ((OOC:Warfare = god, in case you didn't realise)), for they were all similar to that one.

Which was why warfare gave them the hardest most difficult tasks he could possibly think of, and then forbade them from having anyone but the preisthood doing them. Rahegalhoff wasn't a preist though. In fact, Rahegalhoff was a rather kind man, and leader of Warfare's Paladins. Raheagalhoff was the sort that tried to get along with everybody, even his enemies. That didn't mean he couldn't hold his own in a fight. By no means was he a slouch, in fact, the only one man Rahegalhoff considered better then him, was none other than Col. James Cougar himself. Everyone else, was equal or worse.

"Rivvils. Oolos, errgan. Zhah ol naut ji, Eldrad?"

Resa seemed halfway between bored and annoyed as she addressed the Eldar.

"Rivven xal tlu Oolos, drill usstan zhaun fol nindel ph' sokoya bekea." Rahegalhoff said hidden in a nearby Alcove. He came out and stood in near Eldrad and Resa.

"Er'griff l' mzulst aglust."

What is it with some people and butting in? thought Eldrad in mild annoyance, more so at the paladin than at the mage. He turned to look at Resa, the wraithbone armour moving smoothly. He spoke in Common, for his Drow was shakey at best, despite having worked with them for ten years and more. People thought that the language of the Eldar would be similar, but it was not,"Do not judge them all on the actions of one young human, Resa"

"More than you might think. Sometimes you just have to know someone for the Wisdom to come out in them." Rahegalhoff said.

"Out of all the human students I have seen pass through these halls, maybe a dozen have been intelligent, and maybe a handful have been wise."

"You cannot expect a race that does not live to a century to acquire the wisdom and intelligence we elven-kind take for granted. Open your mind, Resa, and you will see that humans have many qualities that we, all elves, be they Eldar, Drow, or otherwise, lack"

"Well, I came for a purose, and I suppose I better get back to it. Xos is coming up with half brained Ideas for Magick and Technology. Promised I'd get him certain books from the Library." Rahegalhoff said.

With that, he took one step towards them and disappeared in a little silver flash, having teleported directly to the Library.

"Magick and technology. What a strange concept."

Resa again turned her head to Eldrad. "You did not like that waelin rivvil any more than did I."

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"Magick and technology. What a strange concept."

Resa again turned her head to Eldrad. "You did not like that waelin rivvil any more than did I."
"Of course I don't. He is too young, too naive. But, he also seems willing to learn, and as that is what this Tower exists to do, such I shall teach him if he asks it of me. But, don't allow yourself to view all members of one race based upon the actions of a few."

Resa arches an eyebrow. Human history had shown over and over again that to give a human a power was to give him his own destruction, and that of others. Throughout their history, only a few had been noble enough to help spare that race.

"I speak of the majority, Eldrad. Humans can be noble...but only so very few."

Eldrad sighed slightly,"I can see that your views are fixed, immovable, a credit to you. But allow me to tell you something, Resa. A brittle twig cannot be bent without snapping in two, but a more supple twig can bend back and forth, without breaking. Do you understand what I am saying?"

"Better than perhaps you realize, Eldrad."

He nodded,"Good. I am glad we understand each other"

Again, Resa arched the eyebrow, then disappeared in a swirl of spatial distortion.

Eldrad sighed again, and spoke aloud, to seeminlgy no-one in particular,"She is a credit to her race... but I fear her views on humans will colour any relationship she has with any one of them... a tough one, to be sure. But, a credit nevertheless."

He then walked away, not going anywhere in particular.

*Warhaven Network Computer interface, 3rd floor of the White Tower.*

There the computer sat, it was idling on the desktop. Icons were here, the mouse was there. Nothing really intresting.

Then, a window opened up of its own accord. It was a known fact that Warhaven used Microsoft software. In this window, one could see Riptide, a random plain somewhere was being shown. Then, Xos walked up to the Screen from the Plain. He put his hand on the Computer on the other end, and cast a new variation of the Teleport spell. Both screens went white. Then the room grew Bright. Then, the moniter exploded. Standing next to it, was a very excited Xos.

"It worked! I may have blown up the moniter in the process, but by Gods it Worked!" He said as he jumped up and down all excited.

He had just developed the spell, Network Teleportation.

A spell which any Kaymirilian mage would have said was more than too dangerous to be worthwhile.

OOC: How could I join? I am interested in gaining trained mages but not in reading hundres of posts. Is it too late? What is going on?

OOC: Send in a character to Join. I advise making one from scratch. We'll look at him over here, and, maybe we'll let him join The Wizards Council, so that he can have access to the School of Magick, after he takes the Placement tests. Then, at our offsite forum, we'll help you develop your own Magick style, and over here, ICly, that same Character can take his training back to your nation, and train others. Reading the back posts is unnecessary.

OOC: Cool, I will get to work.

A spell which any Kaymirilian mage would have said was more than too dangerous to be worthwhile.
Then again, developing a new branch of Magick was always dangerous.

That wasn't why it was dangerous. The very nature of the spell was dangerous. The mage would always risk killing themselves or destroying something in the process...therefore, it was too dangerous.

Xos tried another spell. One designed to repair technology. The Computer parts reassembled themselves, but the moniter, previously color, now only showed Monochrome.

It was a start, not a complete success, but not a failure either.

Xos decided to see what was up. So, he wnadered around the tower for awhile.

OOC: I have already decided on Drow / Dark elf. Probably a stealthy one. Any suggestions?

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ooc: Just a note, Kaymiril is also a drow nation.

OOC: To open up more resources. It seems, that it has sgotten slow. Then, I must turn to my darkside, and stir the pot up. You might hate me, but you know, you know, that without Dear old Uncle Kajeenith, things would get boring.

IC: On Kamigawa, there were alters to Kajeenith everywhere. However, there was one, one that everyone feared to tread near, for this was Kajeenith's favorite Altar. It was a great White Platform, with an ornate Slab of Marble with holes in it over a well. It was white. Over time, the blood of those that displeased or crossed Kajeenith, really one meant the other, colored it a deep, dark, red, almost as to be Black. It smelled of Lingering death. It was at this place, that all the Dark Mages of Time and Space were gathered.

Dark Mage of space one "We can normally counter these bubbles on our own. It must have been a God, no other force would require us all.

Dark Mage of Space two: "I hear a sacrifice is also needed. I hope we aren't chosen."

DMS 1 - More than likely not. All our powers are needed.
DMS 2 - oh look, here he comes.

Kajeenith strode onto the Alter, a pretty young girl with skin that looked permanetly tan, with Brown eyes and a Pretty voice, was struggling helplessly against Kajeenith.

"NO!" she screamed
"Put me DOWN!" she yelled as she kicked Kajeenith in the back.

He simply laughed, and tied her to the Alter. Then Gagged her.

She struggled in vain against the Ropes.

"Today, Marks our Freedom from this accursed Trap. Mark my words, the one that did it to us, will not go unpunished. Use this young lady as your Focus, Combine your powers into defeating the Time Space Bubble the seals us away. I. Your Dark master, will lend you my Strength. at my Signal." Kajeenith said.

Nearby, Layla waited anxiously. To be free, to seek revenge against the woman that took her slave from her.

The Dark Spirit hovered anxiously in the Skys. He was unprepared last time, but in his cooperation with Kajeenith, nothing would get passed him now.

Tribal Gods waited in fear, fear that he would succeed. They were powerles agqainst Kajeenith, he had taken their will away, and robbed them of their ability to commit suicide to get away from him.

Julia, great scientific mind waited, soon she would be able to get her resources to Challenge Cid. The only scientific mind that she hadn't yet bested.

The Time and Space Mages each Launched the Counterspell at the Great Bubble through the Helpless Woman. Kajeenith joined in at the Same time.
The Young Woman could not handle all that energy at once. She died, and her Soul led the way out of the Great Bubble, like a Mighty Pin Prick.

Cracks appeared all accross the Great impenetrable Time Space Bubble, originating from one point. Then, with a mighty bang, Kamigawa was released from its Prison.

Oddly enough, Some of the Dark Mages reported Kajeenith stepping into the Magick and disappearing, as though led by some greater force. Yet, here he was, standing before them, panting. in exaustion.

The Dark Spirit spread accross the Skys. Nothing entered, nothing left, not without his permission at least.

Kajeenith collapsed on a nearby stone, to rest, and recover.

Kajeenith was free, to the detriment of all.

OOC: This does not mean my RP has started. Just, be paitent. You'll see what I'm on about.

OOC:
Theao: I know.
Kaymiril: Open-minded but very chaotic, so more Eilistraee (SP? Too lazy to check it), however sometimes evil, often neutral, sometimes good(More than evil).

OOC: Your drow? Basically nothing. Faerun/D&D Drow? Alot.

"The man you would mos desire to test your skills against, would be Lord Rahegalhoff, later. For now, your on the totally wrong level, opposite section of the tower. 15th floor, section Beta, Hallway next to the statue of Leviathan." The man said. He walked off and indicated a large winding spiral staircase. Then, he disappeared around the corner and was never seen nor heard from within the tower again.
IC: Goes down the halls and follows Rahegalhoff directions. Checks some rooms and finds one that looks unused and begins to settle in. Troughs the lock to the door and enters the bathroom. Finds a shower and is amazed at how they could get running water this high up. (OOC: notice is said this high up referring to the fact that my character knows about plumbing specifically gravity powered.) He decides that it must be the technology that has been developed by the tower over the years. He takes a shower then takes a nap. After having nice rest he examines some of the books. Amazingly he his able to read all of them like the words just come to him. He finds some on basic control of magik fails the first few times to call upon it then he finally makes a concentrated ball of flame in his hand which surprises him so much that he drops it on the floor. He then examines the black glass box on the desk. Finds a book right next to it and quickly discovers that it is an explanation to how to operate it. He learns that this box is called a computer. He decides to leave it alone till later. He then goes out to try to find someone to help him in his training. He walks down the halls looking for a mage who is willing to help him learn about his magik.

OOC: When I said the will and the word I was making reference to a seires of books by David Eddings nevermind that anymore.

Eldrad, being the only Snake Eater citizen in the Tower, had made quite a secluded existence. He had seen many physkers pass through these hallowed halls, and yet none had the potential to truly be one. He had lost students to their own power... one of them had even deserted the Tower, and gone to seek Chaos. He had been forced to end his students life with warpfire. He was even now fighting with the Swordmasters.

OOC: Oh, another Drow nation. You sound very ambigious...

IC: Continues walking down the halls looking for someone to help him in his training. He sees many dark elfs but attemps to avoid them due to his total distrust of their kind. Wonders if there are any forest light elfs.

OOC: Nope, none of those. Eldrad is the closest you come.

IC: Eldrad had been watching the newcomer, and had noted his avoidance of the Drow. He shook his head, and sighed,"Young fool... you are too are closed minded. Humans are, at times, one of the most infuriating of all races... but they all hold great potential. They just do not have the time to realise it. But mistrusting everyone you meet will not make your life any easier"

A young (read: century and a half) hydromancer noted the new human's tendencies to avoid her kind.

Such a fool...there's an Eldar here...and a Ta'Nar...and a few...snakelike...things. But humans are rare. Then again...who knows where it's been? It looks like an animal...maybe it should be put in quarantine.

Eldrad soon grew bored of fighting with the Swordmasters, and instead began to seek out a fellow clairvoyant. The Gold class always were, as were a number of the Silver class. Now that his true identity was open, he no longer had to pretend to be a novice in the ways of magick. In many respects, he was their equal or even superior, although the latter of these was rare.

He quickly found a sample of both, as a Gold and a Silver were both at a window, having a debate or discussion of some sort...probably about the nature of Time and Space, as they were still fairly young.

IC: Returns back to his room after a futile day’s effort in trying to find a white mage. He rest for a little while then goes to the computer to discover what it might hold. He opens up the computer and quickly begins to realize that it is one giant math problem. He then uses the computer to pull up a three dimensional projection of the entire towers layout. He explores the tower from his room. When he has found the location of the commons cafeteria he leaves his room and travels to it.

There are a few drow in there...one dressed in white, another dressed in gray, one each blue and white, and then one in brown.

He came up to the window next to them, and gazed out upon the grounds, listening to their discussion without interfering.

It was in Drow...more complex and with more unfamiliar terms than he'd ever have heard. They didn't even notice him, their conversation was so deep...and, apparently, heated.

He eventually stopped trying to decipher the language, and yet he still didn't make a motion or a sound.

Eventually the Gold class left, leaving the Silver by herself.

"You stood there a long time, Master Eldrad...longer than absolutely necessary, I'd have said."

He didn't reply immediatley, and then smiled slightly,"I am afraid that I am guilty of eavesdropping in this particular instance. However, it was futile, as I could not understand a decent amount of the speech to make sense of it, and so I decided to stand and watch the world go by"

She turned to him (as the Gold had been the one facing him), and he could see that her eyes were silver -- either one who came from a long line of Silver Class mages, or one that had been born exceptionally talented...or already marked by Resa to become her Chosen.

"We use more Ancient Drow than most other classes. Half the time, some of our mages don't even know what we're talking about."

"That would explain my difficulty"

[i]Those eyes... a powerful raw talent"

"No one would hold it against you."

Her eyes narrow slightly. Now...what are you here for...

One possible future: we stand here and talk, and nothing gets accomplished.

But the past...he wanted to find another clairvoyant...but why...conversation for starters...and interpretation...but what has he been seeing?

As she couldn't find that immediately, she guestured for him to take a seat. It felt kind of awkward, as that was a role-reversal...but she did it nevertheless.

"So...you came here for conversation...what do you want to talk about? You'll have to forgive my bluntness...true clairvoyants see just how little time there really is to waste."

He smiled again, noting her awkwardness at asking him to sit, and he did so,"Your bluntness was never an issue. It was expected. But on the true matter at hand. I need another's interpretation on what I have been seeing recently"

She looked at him. She let the silence hang for a moment to make sure he was finished speaking, then almost arched an eyebrow, but didn't.

"And that would be...?"

The arching of the eyebrow... a common trait among this class

"I am repeatedly seeing the same vision. A snake, coiled around a world. It is squeezing, squeezing the life out of this world, and then, suddenly, it dies. No given reason. Then it changes, and it becomes a battlefield... but the two sides are one and the same. And yet still they fight. It changes once more, a snake rising from the blood that has been spilt, more glorious than the one before, more pure. Tell me, what do you think it means?"

She folded her hands in front of her, resting her elbows on the table. The tip of her nose pressed against her index fingers, which were raised, while the other fingers of both hands were folded over the knuckles of the other.

"The snake is a symbol of Snake Eaters...the battlefield can only be a civil war."

She closes her eyes, and lets the waves of the future and past come at her, seeking for this particular vision.

"I see a man in what I can only guess is the president's office on Snake Eaters...but he is not the current ruler. I believe him to be the snake you see squeezing the life out of the world. The battlefield with the two same sides is a Civil War...and quite a bad one, too. But out of it will rise a better, purer rule on Snake Eaters...after this false one is defeated."

She opened her eyes and looked back up. "At least, that is all I can make of it. I am young yet, I could be wrong or right. I would suggest asking Resa, or T'puuli."

"Then we are agreed on it's meaning. But we are bound by the rules... or at least, I am. I cannot tell people what may happen, for to do so would alter the future. I suspect this war will include the Colonel, and he believes in 'no fate but what we make'."

"However, we both know this to not be true...and he knows it to be untrue, as well...at least, as far as the rumors go."

IC: He eventualy finds the commons area and finds it to be rather crowded and filled with discusion. Many heated debates rage through out. Now were do i start looking for a white mage to help me learn to control my power. There are many drow here, but I would rather stay away from the dark magiks till I understand enough to counter and control their sinister influence. Now were should I start.

A young drow walked into the tower, looking. He wore a cloak that his his rapier and Cheldaorn Katar.
OOC: I am going to develop him as I go.

There was a young drow boy in the lobby. He seemed unoccupied, and was bouncing a ball against the polished marble floor. He looked at the newcomer and grinned. His face was open and friendly, with no sign of suspicion or malice.

"Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro. Usstan tlun Shan. Vel'uss ph' dos?"

OOC: Only expected.

OOC: What? I do not speak Drow. Was that intended for my guy to understand?

OOC: Cool. Is that undercommon or elven or something else?

OOC: Oh, I am used to D&D where there is no such thing as Drow.

IC: "Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro. Usstan tlun Rizzen." He replied. "Usstan tlun ghil whol mzild training wun l' i'dollen d' faer."

"Nindel zhah vel'bol l' Wa'q zhah ghil whol. Vel'klar xun dos doer dal? Dos xun naut ul'trin saph natha Kaymirilian."

The mage had pocketed his ball.

"Vel'bol valyrin d' faer xun dos erkd'fe?"

"Usstan doer dal Copperian." He replied. "Usstan xun naut zhaun, malarin lu' lar'aen, Usstan usieva."

"Duucald zhah naut faer. Lar'aen...Usstan xuat zhaun jala nindel shlu'ta lar."

"Dos duanda ussta wiles. Faer nindel orn'la xxizz uss wun duucald. Usstan kampi'un nindel nindol zhah natha menah akh."

"Ah. Al, Usstan zhaun nindel. Biu ancestor d' usst zhahus natha M'elzar d' Thalack...lu' uk keer uns'aa."

"Nindel ul'tro ditronw. Vel'uss gumash zao uns'aa?"
OOC: If you see some strangeness in the words it is because I try to keep away from english.

"L' er'griff draa Usstan shlu'ta talinth d' ph' naut ghil nin. Uss zhah Haldosir...l' uss Usstan della dos d'. L' byr zhah ul'kas Cougar...uk zhah natha rivvil, m'elzar lu' sargtlin, drill naut llaar tu' a l' toha draeval, drill uk uriu tlus galla ulu thir'ku nindel."

OOC: Same here. Ancestor just really didn't translate. Englithirii bothers me.

OOC: How about Elder?
IC: "Gaer ph' nau byrren? Usstan tlun naut ves gareth, jaluss xuil jala yorn orn'la xun."
OOC: Basically he is a 2nd level wizard. He has some divine spells from ranger though.

"Usstan gumash xo'al. F'sarn naut ves bwael, ka dos zhahen lorith whol natha seke Jabbuk. F'sarn mzild m'elzar taga sargtlin."

OOC: For Elistree's sake, man, less linear with your judgements. DnD is not Canon around here.

IC: deciding that the tower must be mostly drow he starts timidly approaching the one in white thinking he might be disciplined in the ways of white magik.

OOC: What are you guys basing this drow language on it seems totaly incomprehencible. It looks nothing like l337 speak.

Piekrom']What are you guys basing this drow language on it seems totaly incomprehencible. It looks nothing like l337 speak.
ooc: It's a site that was developed by someone. It has no at all base on LEET.

OOC: Yea. Were is this site so I can figure out this stuff? Do you guys look down on leet speak?

Piekrom']OOC: Yea. Were is this site so I can figure out this stuff? Do you guys look down on leet speak?
ooc: Post 11961. Don't look down on Leet, can't understand it thought. I'd avoid it thought, on general principal.

OOC: Thanks I shall be incorporating this into my characters development as someone whose latent uncontrolled magik, that has a very destructive power when angry, also allows for instant understanding of all written and spoken words plus eternal remembrance of every word he reads.

IC: Approaches the drow in white and addresses him in the drowen language and asks “Gumash dos zao uns'aa l' i'dollen d' t'puuli faer”

OOC: 1) Ns]Piekrom, David Eddings rocks, and Belgarath will always be one of my favorite sorcerers. Heck, I even have a young God of Time and space named Aldur.

2) Copperian, Leet is not unacceptable, its just inappropriate. The Site was built for Ultima online. I know this, because I went poking around.

3) D&D cannot be translated Directly. All my Characters come from D&D modified by my own creativity. Except Cid and the Slivers. Cid Comes from the Final Fantasy series, and the Slivers come from Magick the Gathering.

4) If your looking for someone, just ask. The Tower is neutral Ground, devoted to Learning. We don't bite, unless we're Hungry. (Joking)

5) There is no Five, I just wanted to Post it.

IC:: In the Common area, were several humans in Wizards Robes, The Robes were in the same Color scheme, as the Kaymirilian mages. Air Wizards were in Purple though, and Energy Wizards were in White. Some were talking, some were demonstrating minor spells, some were eating, and some seemed lost in their own little World. Heck, there was even a Water Wizard and a Fire Wizard eyeing each other in that way all new lovers do. The air around them had Steam in it, of all things.

The Wizards all seemed to give prefrential treatment, to a Wizard, who was in white robes, and felt just a little more Powerful than the rest. This man, was obviously an Archwizard. The air around him seemed Rife with Energy.

OOC: Each of my Archwizards has a minor effect like that.
Energy, the air seems full of more Fashka then Normal. (Fashka = drow for energy.)
Water, the air seems Damp.
Fire the Air seems Dry.
Earth, Inside, The Walls seem Sturdier, Stronger. Outside, All nearby Rocks are shinier.
Sky, The Air seems Purer, Cleaner.
Healing, Everyone feels perkier, healthier.
Destruction (BKaymirilian Black Class equavilant.) FEAR. An aura of Fear and Mystery follows the Archwizard.

Druids, which are Magickal Jack of all trades, masters of Plant and Wildlife Magi who derive their powers solely from Nature itself, actually make all plants and local wildlife Healthier by their presence. This is very Minor in Mortals, However, Very Noticible in Arianna and Gaia.

Monks simply look Calm and Wise.
Rangers have that lone Wolf, moving from town to town type of feeling from them, probably because they can't seem to stay in one spot for very long.
Paladins, depnds on their Type. I'm Sure Kajeenith will get on eventually and explain the Dark sides of these feelings in his troops.
I have Paladins of Truth. They all have this Aura, that makes you not want to hide anything.
This is stronger in Rahegalhoff, because of his Demi-deity status. Unlike most Paladins, who have to Concentrate to discern Truth from lies, Rahegalhoff does it automaticly.

BTW NS]Piekrom, that wasn't Rahegalhoff that gave you directions, it was a Minor Priest of Warfare, who had a big over inflated opinion of himself.

Gods affect local areas based of their Domains. I won't post for anyone else, but Arianna Makes all local Plantlife Healthier, and improves the Health of Local Terrain.

Gypsy seems mysterious, wise, and entertaining all at the same time.

Slivers, they give off no Feeling, do nothing, except, be Slivers.

Thus, for Copperian, and NS]Peikrom, I have explained, how my Major Characters, effect local areas. It would be intresting to hear how the other Characters affected local areas, if at all.

OOC: Pikerom, your char's abilities seem to contradict. He seems almost barbarian-berserker type, and that doesn't really work too well with the instant languages ability.

IC:
The white-clad Drow looks at the human.

"Only if by white magick you mean Aeromancy. If you mean something else, then probably not."

OOC: Sorry, I do not know how else to explain it.
IC: "Usstan orn'la tlu malla"

The statement took the boy aback some. He'd never taught anyone his age or older.

"Jugare...vel'bol valyrin d' sarol xun dos kl'ae?"

Rizzen drew his rapier and Cheldaorn Katar. "Nindolen"

"Keeshen F'sarn bwael xuil...drill l' killian..."

He looked around, and seeing a young female, he waved her over.

"Tari, Shlu'ta dos xund xuil nindel s'enar d' velve?"

She comes over and looks at it. "Xa. Drill ol uriu tlus natha draeval. Dos gotfrer?"

The boy looks sheepish. "Neitar keffal uss..."

The girl, called Tari, looked back toward Rizzen. "Rivvin zhah l' xanalress jal telanth ghil. Xun dos zhaun ol?"

OOC: I guess you have never heard of magik being double sided. I developed this seemingly contradictory power based off of Terry Brooks' First King Of Shannera. More specifically the young druid to be girl. Another Place that i developed this from to some extent is from Terry Goodkinds Sword Of Truth series. The instant recall ability I developed from Robert Newcomb's series. Yes I have done a lot of reading. Now that I have explained that; what would be closest to the type of magik that I am looking for.

"However, we both know this to not be true...and he knows it to be untrue, as well...at least, as far as the rumors go."

"He believes it only when he is on the battlefield... there, fate has no place. At least, he thinks that there, he can change what is to come... it's what the man fights for."

OOC: So much Drow to translate... man, just reading it gives me a headache.

OOC: I know.

IC:
"What a man fights for and what a man believes are two different things entirely. However, I have not met this Cougar, so I have less of a focus to know him by."

"You may meet him one day, young one. But until then, do not trouble yourself any further with this vision, it is some way off yet."

"Two years, master Eldrad. And now, I must go, because a Pyromancer is trying things well beyond his subject matter. If no one else is here, then I have to sort it out."

She stands up and goes.

He watched her leave, and then teleported into the gardens to enjoy the sunlight whilst it lasted.

A few aeromancers sparred, flitting through the air like the merest hints of a dream.

On the ground not too far away from Eldrad was a young Drow boy, dressed in black. He couldn't have been more than seventeen, and looked like he was about five or six. He was playing with a caterpillar he'd found in the dirt.

Eldrad glanced over, and smiled. He loved children, of any race, and this one seemed innocent enough. His garments gave his class away as a Velkyn in training,"What do you have there, young one?"

The child held out the hand the caterpillar was on, to show the older elf.

"A bug. It tickles."

"Yes" He replied.

Eldrad held out his hand to the young Drow, as if asking to hold it,"May I?"

Eldrad held out his hand to the young Drow, as if asking to hold it,"May I?"
This was accomplished with some difficulty, the caterpillar having crawled to the boy's elbow by that time, and proving difficult to retrieve. When he had it back in his (other) hand, he set it on Eldrad's palm.

This was accomplished with some difficulty, the caterpillar having crawled to the boy's elbow by that time, and proving difficult to retrieve. When he had it back in his (other) hand, he set it on Eldrad's palm.

Eldrad smiled, and let the caterpillar crawl around,"What is your name, young one?"

"Monian. Tari brought me here not long before, when she went back home from helping her friend Oreb."

"Monian. Tari brought me here not long before, when she went back home from helping her friend Oreb."

"Hello Monian, my name is Eldrad... Oreb... Oreb... oh, I know of whom you speak"

"What's an ovhoom?"

"Not 'ovhoom', of whom... it means I know who are you are talking about"

"Oh. Okay. My rivvin isn't good yet."

"Do not worry about it. Mine isn't all that great at times either"

"What you speak?"

"Many languages, most you have never heard of"

"I have seventeen years. Many things I never heard of."

"I have six hundred, so it is no surprise"

"...you old."

This was not meant as an insult...it was a truthful statement made by a young child.

Aside from that...he'd never met anyone that old thus far in his life.

Eldrad laughed out loud,"Yes, Monian, I am an old man. Here, would you like your bug back?"

The innocence of a child... it is a marvelous thing indeed

"No...found spider. Spider eat bug. Don't want bug to die. You tall...so bug safe."

Indeed, there was a big (3 in) spider very near Monian's foot.

Eldrad glanced, and then levitated the spider far away,"That spider is a very nasty one... stay away from it."

"It not look mean. Did look hungry."

The child stood up and dusted himself off. "It's big out here."

"Things are not always as they seem," said Eldrad, looking around,"It is rather big, isn't it"

Monian took the caterpillar from Eldrad and set it carefully down in the grass.

"You like animals, don't you?"

OOC: use the quote button if you don't mind, so that I can remember what you're saying yes to.
OOC: Sorry, yes he speaks Common.
IC: Rizzen saw the Aeromancers. "My sister would want to learn their art, she should come here."

"You like animals, don't you?"
"They alive. Life is special, because few that could live do, and because all that lives dies."

Rizzen saw the Aeromancers. "My sister would want to learn their art, she should come here."

S -- "That's not too hard. Well, it is...but it's focused."

They come to a large circular room, and Tari takes up a rapier.

"We'll start with just these...show me how good you are."

"I will tell her."
He drew his rapier, circling.

She allowed him to travel the distance and circle her, just keeping her blade between her opponents for the time being.

He feinted towards the head and slashed at her stomach.

She allowed to give ground to avoid the blow coming at her head, before flicking her blade down to block the blow coming at her stomach, then knocking her opponent back.

He jumped back and to the side, throwing her off balance. Then he slashed at her side.

She recovered after the smallest portion of a step, not having moved very much to shove him back.

To block, she simply turned her blade. Stepping back, she locked blades, then flicked the tip of his blade down.

While his blade was down he pushed hers up and stabbed at her again.

She responded with a small circle parry.

"I can do this all day. Show me something new."

She stepped back, taking a defensive stance again.

He took an offensive stance and slashed wide at her side, continuing to move forward.

Thank you Raven for doing this to me back at the Academy...

She stepped forward, batting his blade aside and keeping her blade between his and her body, then launching forward. If he didn't stop...and his forward motion said he shouldn't, then she'd catch him in the chest with her shoulder.

Rizzen continued to move forward fast, so that as her shouylder hit him it hurt both of them. He locked his blade away from her body and held it there.

She'd been braced for the blow however, and drove her elbow into his stomach, using the momentum to launch herself back.

He flipped over her, spinning and slashing at her back.

Tari whirled, and the sound of steel on steel reverberated through the chamber. She held the blade in place, then cast a freezing spell around her opponent.

"Shan, do you remember how to do this?"

S -- "You're doing so well, though."

T -- "I have a kid I'm supposed to be watching."

S -- "You brought him? And then left him."

T -- "Outside."

S -- "Then why are you here?"

T -- "Answer me that, will you?"

S -- "...Oh...Well, then I guess I'd better do it myself. It's the standard freezing spell, right?"

T -- "Yeah."

She teleports to the garden, and Shan takes her place, gripping the blade. He dispells the freezing spell, then knocks Rizzen back.

"Hello again."

Piekrom']OOC: I guess you have never heard of magik being double sided. I developed this seemingly contradictory power based off of Terry Brooks' First King Of Shannera. More specifically the young druid to be girl. Another Place that i developed this from to some extent is from Terry Goodkinds Sword Of Truth series. The instant recall ability I developed from Robert Newcomb's series. Yes I have done a lot of reading. Now that I have explained that; what would be closest to the type of magik that I am looking for.

I felt the need to repeat this because it got baried in all the other posts. So can someone help me.

Piekrom']I felt the need to repeat this because it got baried in all the other posts. So can someone help me.
OOC: While I never read The Sword of Shannera series, I have read the Sword of Truth series. We have one standered form of magick, unspokenly agreed upon, that we use. This form of Magick has many diffrent aspects, many branches and many uses. Simply go along with what we have, and you'll learn what you want.

Now, that doesn't mean we don't have four or five diffrent styles. Snake Eaters has his style, Balrogga has his style, Kaymiril has her Style, Theao has his Style, all of which are more modern easier to understand styles. I use a more Steriotypical Style, as does Kajeenith. We use medievil language, looks, thoughts, techniques, the whole nine yards, but along the way, we have an exoctic blend of the Modern and future world.

Find the Style that suits you best, and ICly, find a teacher. No matter what style you you choose, you'll learn what you want, and then develop your own style.

IC: Xos, Archwizard of Energy, eventually made his way from the Commons area, to the Library. He found Rahegalhoff attempting to find the books he requested, and, with a Laugh, told Rahegalhoff that he'd find his own books.

With a Sigh of relief, Rahegalhoff wen to an empty section of the Courtyard, and began practicing his Fighting techniques. He knew exactly three diffrent styles, and always spent three hours a day practicing each one.

He started out with the basics, swinging at imaginary enemies in the air. If one listened carefully, one would hear the names of some of his toughest enemies.

The skill with which he executed even the simplest of techniques, spoke of his long experience.

Tari whirled, and the sound of steel on steel reverberated through the chamber. She held the blade in place, then cast a freezing spell around her opponent.

"Shan, do you remember how to do this?"

S -- "You're doing so well, though."

T -- "I have a kid I'm supposed to be watching."

S -- "You brought him? And then left him."

T -- "Outside."

S -- "Then why are you here?"

T -- "Answer me that, will you?"

S -- "...Oh...Well, then I guess I'd better do it myself. It's the standard freezing spell, right?"

T -- "Yeah."

She teleports to the garden, and Shan takes her place, gripping the blade. He dispells the freezing spell, then knocks Rizzen back.

"Hello again."

As Shan knocked him back, Rizzen jumped and spun in mid-air, slashing at his back. "Hello"

OOC:


To Piekrom:

Develop your own style and make it your own by carefully developing it through use. Start small and slowly evolve it over time. The longer you take, the more believable and realistic it will feel and sound.

My style of magic is called Meta-Magic. I affect the energy of the spells themselves. I can expand, reduce, or combine most spells. I can even manipulate raw mana into spells if I have to, but that takes a lot of effort for anyone who is mortal.

"They alive. Life is special, because few that could live do, and because all that lives dies."

Eldrad was surprised by the boy's words,"That is amazing, Monian. I have never heard anyone so young speak words of such wisdom"

Snake Eaters has his style.

OOC: Continuing this point, I will explain my style to help slightly. I have two main magickal characters, one of whom you have already met, which is Eldrad. As you may have gathered, he is a six hundred year old Eldar Farseer of the Black Guardians. A gifted clairvoyant and necrovoyant, he is also a powerful physker and illusionist, as he was able to fool all but one mage for nigh on seven years that he was, in fact, a fourty-something old human being. As such, he uses mostly eldar technology, and is not a good representation of my true style.

The other character, who you have only heard scattered mention of thus far, is Cougar. He is a mage (of sorts), but primarily a solider. A Special Forces Colonel, born with a unique gene mutation that has caused him to be able to wield the power of the White Flame. This was the originally the Black Flame, but certain events over the course of his life have caused it to alter, and allow him access to a far greater power. However, being a solider of Snake Eaters, his entire body is infused with technology, in this case, nanomachines. These monitor his vital systems, and aid him in many ways, be it proactively or reactivley. As such, he is a blend of magick, training and technology... which is my style. A highly skilled swordsmen (at least, that's what we've seen from him over the years), a prodigal son in solidering etc etc. And thus, you have my style. Blending of all the worlds into one, where I can effectively do almost anything and still make it sound plausible.

As Shan knocked him back, Rizzen jumped and spun in mid-air, slashing at his back. "Hello"
Shan turned and blocked.

"All right, we're going to establish rules. First off, we're trying to see how good you are, not how well you clumsily slash at people's backs. Your target is the entirety of the front torso -- that is, abdomen, chest, and arms. Stray from this, and this will stop being a sparring match."

Eldrad was surprised by the boy's words,"That is amazing, Monian. I have never heard anyone so young speak words of such wisdom"
"People die. Things too. And then gone."

"People die. Things too. And then gone."

He suffered a great loss at a very young age to speak like this

"That's very true, Monian. Very true"

At that moment, Tari found Monian, but let him be, seeing he was, at least, supervised.

Monian, on the other hand, spotted her as well. He pointed her out to Eldrad, and then started heading over.

"Look, Tari! Found bug!" He looks at his hand, and then remembers that he put it down. So he goes looking for a different bug, emerging from the grass with a cricket.

"See?"

Eldrad laughed out loud,"Monian, you are indeed a character"

T -- *taking the cricket* "He always has been...and he came to us ten years ago. Absolutely adorable, though." She reaches out and ruffles Monian's hair, in response to which the child put his hands on his head.

"Tari, you are most definatley right in this respect," said Eldard, smiling at the child's reaction,"Monian, you must know Cougar, yes?"

The child brightens up at the name. "Yes, know Cougar. Play ball. Well...drop ball, more often than not."

"Tell me, how is he?"

"He good."

Tari gave him the cricket back, and he went off a bit to find a place to put it. He was trying to find another cricket to put it with, so it could have a friend.

T -- "Just recently his children were born. A boy and a girl. Tiny as anything I've ever seen."

Eldrad smiled,"At least those two will, for a time at least, expierence the greatest joy ever... then, it must be taken from them"

"Yeah...rather old laws come into play there...but still relevant laws."

"No doubt... but I'm not so sure that those two would agree... but they will follow the rules. They have no choice"

"Yeah, but it's something of a needless death ((translation: it sucks)). I don't know if they're planning to foster them out, or if he's going to keep them away from there, but it's going to be a rough century, at the least."

"He would not let his children be fostered... he will leave, of that, I can assure you"

"Yeah...that's going to be very hard on her. Still...nothing to be done about it, really."

"It will be hard on both of them... things are bound to change"

"Change is inevitable. What is he doing now?"

Monian was chasing (not running, though) after a furry brown thing.

"I seriously hope he doesn't catch that thing."

"WHy not?"

"He's a child...and things like that tend to bite. And who knows what sorts of illnesses it carries?"

"That's very true. Shouldn't you stop him?"

"I don't think he'll catch it. He'll tire out soon enough. Right now, he probably thinks it's a cat. He and Cougar's cat are pretty good friends, so why wouldn't he go after this new one?"

"Ah, at his age, he can't tell the difference. Cats are funny creatures... much like him"

"You should have seen when we were trying to teach him telekinetics for the first time. We use water, their first couple of years...it doesn't hurt, if they drop it. That was funny. Messy...but funny."

"It has been almost two hundred years since I taught Elven children... they are a joy to work with, but can be very demanding... much like human children"

"I've never worked with human children...just Drow children. And they can be demanding."

By this point, Monian had given up trying to catch the squirrel, and came back to Tari. He clambered up onto the bench beside her, then put his head on her leg and fell asleep.

"This one's adopted me."

Eldrad smiled,"You should be honoured... motherhood, even surrogate motherhood, is a major step"

"That's how it is, at home. A kid'll find the older mage that it relates to best...and then that's that."

He nodded,"I can see that"

"I'd better get him home and cleaned up, then report to the Master, then see that Shan hasn't managed to kill someone or get himself killed...the clutz..."

"He isn't all that bad, Tari. With Haldosir's blood in his veins, killing him is a tougher prospect than many give him credit for"

"He may be descended from a famous person...but I've known him for longer than he'd like to admit."

She picks up Monian and teleports away.

Eldrad watched Tari leave, and then relaxed on the grass once more.

Nothing to do

12,000+ posts???? OH SNAP

12,000+ posts???? OH SNAP
OOC: Mind explaining yourself to us?

Your magyck cannot beat my logyck.

Your magyck cannot beat my logyck.
OOC: Would you care to prove that on the battlefield? Against an army of magick, and an army of technological sophistication?

Shan turned and blocked.

"All right, we're going to establish rules. First off, we're trying to see how good you are, not how well you clumsily slash at people's backs. Your target is the entirety of the front torso -- that is, abdomen, chest, and arms. Stray from this, and this will stop being a sparring match."
"Fine." He moved into a guard stance.

IC: While traveling through the commons area he hears about Cougar. The discriptions seams to match the physical training he would like to work on but not the magik. He The goes up to a wizard of fire. He decides that since his his magik reacts in a simular way to fire that would be the best place to start. He thinks about going to an ice mage or whatever is comperable afterwards then spirit so that he might be able to combine fire and ice.

12,000+ posts???? OH SNAP

Your magyck cannot beat my logyck.

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Rahegalhoff eventually tired of combating empty air. He could not use much magick, basic spells at most, and there was only one thing he could do as a Demi-God, make an Avatar, though not a very powerful one.

He paused, and cast the proper Deity level spell, and made an Avatar.

I wonder, if Renor were a Demi-god, I wonder what his avatars would be like, since all Avatars are slightly diffrent from us, the originals. Rahegalhoff mused.

And indeed, Rahegalhoff's avatars were less stern.

"Practice." The original Rahegalhoff said.

"Again? Well, at least don't try and kill me like last time. I am you after all." The Avatar Rahegalhoff said.

They went to opposit ends of the empty Courtyard section, bowed, and then went at each other.

The sound of their swords filled the Courtyard.

A man entered the White Tower. This in and of itself was not unusual, Men entered the Tower all the time. What made this particular one so unusual, was, he wore a seal on his back, that had not been seen in nearly a Decade. He wore, Kajeenith's seal.

The man pushed back the greyish black hood, to reveal a Bald head, and, and absolutly white eyes. He looked around the tower entrance survaying all that were there, then moved on with a sniff of arrogance. He moved towards the Library, looked at Xos, as one might lookat an inferior product, selected a certain book on the shelf, about Legendary monsters that never actually existed, and began reading at an empty table in an empty Corner. He glared at anyone that dared to approach him.

A man entered the White Tower. This in and of itself was not unusual, Men entered the Tower all the time. What made this particular one so unusual, was, he wore a seal on his back, that had not been seen in nearly a Decade. He wore, Kajeenith's seal.

The man pushed back the greyish black hood, to reveal a Bald head, and, and absolutly white eyes. He looked around the tower entrance survaying all that were there, then moved on with a sniff of arrogance. He moved towards the Library, looked at Xos, as one might look at an inferior product, selected a certain book on the shelf, about Legendary monsters that never actually existed, and began reading at an empty table in an empty Corner. He glared at anyone that dared to approach him.

Xos was absorbed in a book about new forms of producing energy via Mechanical means, instead of Magickal. He felt the Strangers eyes upon him. Xos returned the Glare, And moved to the other side of the library.

Piekrom']IC: While traveling through the commons area he hears about Cougar. The discriptions seams to match the physical training he would like to work on but not the magik. He The goes up to a wizard of fire. He decides that since his his magik reacts in a simular way to fire that would be the best place to start. He thinks about going to an ice mage or whatever is comperable afterwards then spirit so that he might be able to combine fire and ice.
OOC: Um, what don't you see about the words 'fire' and 'flame'? Cougar wields the WHITE FLAME! He's obviously got some vestige of pyromancer training to be able to use it well.

IC: Hears from the first fire wizard he sees that cougar would be the best to help hime to his goal so he sets off to search the tower for Cougar.