The morning dawned over the IW population, sunlight washing away the dark tendrils of the night, bathing the earth in a warm, tender glow.

There is a little patch of land however, that is not touched by the light, nor has it been for little over two years since the dark one was slain. "The Fallen's Garden" the superstitious local villagers called it - a thick and dark forest which no light penetrates, which has sprung up and grown around the body of Jerome The Fallen Paladin... defeated in a battle between Larry, Rikard, and the other Ancients of the Blueboard. He died at the end of a mighty struggle, which saw him first fall from his lopfty status as a Paladin, and then subjectIW to a reign of terror that has inspired legend about those who took part.

At the end of the battle, he died.

Death, however, does not possess the finality that some would believe.

A hand broke the earth as it grasped into the air that it had not felt in years. Soon, the rest of the body followed, a helmeted head, an armoured body, and an ancient, blackened blade.

Jerome stood aloft, his face a contorted smile.

"HEAR ME IRONWORKS! HEAR YOUR MASTER SPEAKING! I HAVE CRAWLED AND FOUGHT AND BATTLED MY WAY BACK TO LIFE - MY REVENGE *WILL* BE SATED!"

Even nature itself seemed to stop and listen, all was silent as he continued.

"LOOK AT WHAT HAS BECOME OF THIS PLACE... LOOK AT THE FEEBLE, LAW ABIDING *FOOLS* WHO HAVE POWER... WHILE MY EVIL BRETHEREN ARE HUNTED! THOSE WHO ARE EVIL.... RALLY UNDER MY BANNER, AND WE SHALL RECLAIM OUR RIGHTFUL PLACE IN THIS PATHETIC WORLD, AS IT'S MASTERS!"

"THOSE WHO WOULD OPPOSE ME... TREMBLE. I HAVE NOT LAIN FOR ALL THIS TIME IN SLUMBER, I HAVE STRENGTHENED DAILY, AND NONE WILL *DARE* STAND AGAINST ME. AND YOU, LARRY, YOUR'S WILL BE THE FIRST LIFE I TAKE AFTER MY... OTHER SETBACK. YOUR CARCASS WILL HANG ON MY WALL! SO SAYETH JEROME THE FALLEN!"

and all existence trembled.
Evil had returned.

ooc: an old fashioned brawl between good and evil, with me and Larry headlining. Choose your alligence well, mortals. ;)

*AHEM* Im the evil one here! So step away old member! The Tiavolution has BEGUN! While you lie ded, I pollute IW with my drones of spam! Bow down to da KING!

"Pipe down you whiny not-quite-paladin-any-longer!" Shouted Neb who'd been awakened by Jerome's little speech, "I'm as evil as anyone but just for waking me up I'm joining the forces of good." Neb wanders to whereever the forces of good are gathering.

IC: "YOU ARE NO MORE FEARED THAN A DOG, *WORM*. DO NOT BOTHER ME WITH YOUR PRESENCE AGAIN."

I HAVE PREPERATIONS TO MAKE, IF YOU WISH TO BE OF USE, FIND SLAVES, IF NOT, BEGONE. SO SAYETH JEROME THE FALLEN.

ON YOUR LIFE BE IT. YOU CAN DIE WITH THE REST OF YOUR PATHETIC BRETHEREN.

SO SAYETH JEROME THE FALLEN.

<font size="3">METHINKS MY BOOMING VOICE IS MORE BOOMY THAN YOURS. YOU SHALL REMAIN FALLEN, OLD-BOARD MAN.</font>

Unless you use the Bagpipe of Headaches +2 of course...

[ 03-29-2002, 12:57 PM: Message edited by: Legolas ]

<h1>SILENCE IMPERSONATOR, MY CAPSLOCK VOICE WILL NOT BE DENIED!</h1>

So Sayeth Jerome The Fallen

<font color=skyblue>Asleep he was, that fine Spring morning. He had slept in, due to an arousing dream about Mistral.
Suddenly, the air staled and the the birds stopped singing. The strange, alarming silence made him wake up. There was something wrong in the land of Ironworks.
Running over to the window, he lifted it and looked outside. the clouds had darkened the morning sky and bathed the land in a cold cloth of darkness.

It was as if something from his past...long ago...was returning to his memory.

Then, he realized what it was. A sudden recolection of events long since forgotten came racing back to his memory. At the dark sky, Larry spake, "He has come back!"

Throwing off his Mad Modding Mage robes and running over to pick out of the closet a nearly forgotten pair of clothes, Larry once again took on the alignment and stature of a mere Ranger. He ran over to the phone to call for the old ones. The forum needed everybody's help on this.</font>

Jerome looked to the sky suddenly, sensing the power of one as old as he.

"LARRY," he whispered.

He fingered the edge of his huge two handed sword in paralell with his other hand tracing the huge dark scar down the sid eof his face. The pain this one had caused him still lingered, still throbbed. He had not used his sword, the dark Carsomnyr since his defeat... wanting the swords first victim to be his most ancient adversery.

IAM NOT INFERIOR!!!!!!!! IWILL MAKE YOU Pay!


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