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Calaethis Dragonsbane · 08-30-2007, 11:33 AM

Chapter III: Mists of Twilight

'Mistrust has taken hold. Chaos, doubt and anarchy reign. The people of this world shall soon tremble, for even now, the pieces for the final conflict are being nudged into play. It shall only be a matter of time before the world knows His name again.'

"The Whispers of Fate shall fall silent, and the seers shall see no more. The sages shall know no wisdom, and the prophets shall speak no more. In that time, shall arise many cults; many priesthoods, and many priestesses shall answer the call: to be brides of the Master. These women shall be crossed, and many who cross their paths shall suffer. They shall know no lord, no master save one; any who dare tempt their wrath shall suffer their full fury. Yet, these ‘brides of the Master’ shall remain unknown to all until the end. The weak shall reveal themselves, while the strong remain masked. Who amongst you shall know their power and despair?

The Master shall choose only one of them; the rest shall fall away. In this time, many others shall arise and the Bloodfire shall burn more strongly. The fever shall take hold."

So sayth
Azaroth, Sage of Adura

~ from the Scriptures of Starfell Sorcery, The Prophecy for His Return

~~~

A brief summary of the events preceding so far:

Talryr lies in smouldering ashes… the town in utter ruins. The group had passed, leaving its mark. Having treked from the river, and before that, the tower, from where they first met at the bridge, the next step in their journey was to be taken… ~~~

The rabbits roamed. Six of them danced around the ring of lotus flowers the size of shrubs. A wicker basket lay in the centre of the ring. As though manipulated by some puppet-master, the six sleeping figures awoke in unison. Honey, flowers and sugary sweet scents filled their scenes. Above them flames leapt within the heavens; flickering like candlelight in what those who had journeyed to the far south would recognise as the ‘southern lights’. Below them rolled fluffy clouds; clouds that looked for all the world as though they were spun from sugar into ‘cotton candy’; a sweet that did not exist within the Lords of Vision’s realm, yet seemed to grow in abundance on trees here. On the ground grew flowers; some the size of trees. From them hung pods in loosely curved oval shapes that glowed in the soft morning light. Dotted with bubbles, every so often one of them burst and from it seeped a syrupy honey with the most alluring aroma. Scattered around grew crystal formations. These minerals seemed as sapphires, or topaz in their natural, uncut form. Tiny people, no larger than two hand-spans darted around, carried by butterfly wings that protruded from their back. They stared at the group, giggled and disappeared; only to reappear seconds later. A feeling of perpetual calm, and flowing peace swept over them like the soft breeze that swirled around, toying with the trees, the flowers and the little people. The dull light of the world allowed for no shadows. Everything was pink. Everything.

~~~

As one, each of the party discovered something had changed, perhaps seeing these changes on the others before realising them themselves. Replacing his feet, Ydalon sported a pair of rabbit paws. From Isokla’s back, a pair of delicate, semi-translucent wings unfolded; wings that seemed veined with spider’s web. Nivram felt his breeches ripping as a fluffy bunny tail spilled forth, while Telyrn’s nose became that of a hare’s, and Jason? Jason’s hair turned to fur. There was no sun. The world was pink, and without shadow. Sugar gliders roamed the skies. The wicker basket jumped; attaching itself to Jason. Overflowing with bonbons, flowers, cotton candy and crystallises sugar, it would not leave Jason’s arm. Alone, out of all of them, the basket had chosen Jason, for better or for worse…
~~~

Far away, set upon the highest of cliffs, a large dot on the eastern horizon stood out. Even at this distance, the group instinctively knew what it was: the figure a mage. This dot was a statue; a monument of some mad dark mage. Yet, for all its humanoid appearance, its head was that of a giant bunny. An indiscernible inscription lay at its base.

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XP gained from Chapter 1: Seven Character Points each
XP gained from Chapter 2: Seven Character Points each
This means your total XP gained will be Fourteen Character Points

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OOC: Its all yours.

As before, new players are still always welcome, so if anyone wishes to join, don’t feel discouraged and just drop me or one of the others a line.

08-30-2007, 11:33 AM	#1
Calaethis Dragonsbane Legion Symbol Join Date: May 29, 2002 Location: Somewhere in between Age: 40 Posts: 7,029	Antagonist’s Anarchy: Derived from Dianthus Chapter III: Mists of Twilight 'Mistrust has taken hold. Chaos, doubt and anarchy reign. The people of this world shall soon tremble, for even now, the pieces for the final conflict are being nudged into play. It shall only be a matter of time before the world knows His name again.' "The Whispers of Fate shall fall silent, and the seers shall see no more. The sages shall know no wisdom, and the prophets shall speak no more. In that time, shall arise many cults; many priesthoods, and many priestesses shall answer the call: to be brides of the Master. These women shall be crossed, and many who cross their paths shall suffer. They shall know no lord, no master save one; any who dare tempt their wrath shall suffer their full fury. Yet, these ‘brides of the Master’ shall remain unknown to all until the end. The weak shall reveal themselves, while the strong remain masked. Who amongst you shall know their power and despair? The Master shall choose only one of them; the rest shall fall away. In this time, many others shall arise and the Bloodfire shall burn more strongly. The fever shall take hold." So sayth Azaroth, Sage of Adura ~ from the Scriptures of Starfell Sorcery, The Prophecy for His Return ~~~ A brief summary of the events preceding so far: Talryr lies in smouldering ashes… the town in utter ruins. The group had passed, leaving its mark. Having treked from the river, and before that, the tower, from where they first met at the bridge, the next step in their journey was to be taken… ~~~ The rabbits roamed. Six of them danced around the ring of lotus flowers the size of shrubs. A wicker basket lay in the centre of the ring. As though manipulated by some puppet-master, the six sleeping figures awoke in unison. Honey, flowers and sugary sweet scents filled their scenes. Above them flames leapt within the heavens; flickering like candlelight in what those who had journeyed to the far south would recognise as the ‘southern lights’. Below them rolled fluffy clouds; clouds that looked for all the world as though they were spun from sugar into ‘cotton candy’; a sweet that did not exist within the Lords of Vision’s realm, yet seemed to grow in abundance on trees here. On the ground grew flowers; some the size of trees. From them hung pods in loosely curved oval shapes that glowed in the soft morning light. Dotted with bubbles, every so often one of them burst and from it seeped a syrupy honey with the most alluring aroma. Scattered around grew crystal formations. These minerals seemed as sapphires, or topaz in their natural, uncut form. Tiny people, no larger than two hand-spans darted around, carried by butterfly wings that protruded from their back. They stared at the group, giggled and disappeared; only to reappear seconds later. A feeling of perpetual calm, and flowing peace swept over them like the soft breeze that swirled around, toying with the trees, the flowers and the little people. The dull light of the world allowed for no shadows. Everything was pink. Everything. ~~~ As one, each of the party discovered something had changed, perhaps seeing these changes on the others before realising them themselves. Replacing his feet, Ydalon sported a pair of rabbit paws. From Isokla’s back, a pair of delicate, semi-translucent wings unfolded; wings that seemed veined with spider’s web. Nivram felt his breeches ripping as a fluffy bunny tail spilled forth, while Telyrn’s nose became that of a hare’s, and Jason? Jason’s hair turned to fur. There was no sun. The world was pink, and without shadow. Sugar gliders roamed the skies. The wicker basket jumped; attaching itself to Jason. Overflowing with bonbons, flowers, cotton candy and crystallises sugar, it would not leave Jason’s arm. Alone, out of all of them, the basket had chosen Jason, for better or for worse… ~~~ Far away, set upon the highest of cliffs, a large dot on the eastern horizon stood out. Even at this distance, the group instinctively knew what it was: the figure a mage. This dot was a statue; a monument of some mad dark mage. Yet, for all its humanoid appearance, its head was that of a giant bunny. An indiscernible inscription lay at its base. --- XP gained from Chapter 1: Seven Character Points each XP gained from Chapter 2: Seven Character Points each This means your total XP gained will be Fourteen Character Points --- OOC: Its all yours. As before, new players are still always welcome, so if anyone wishes to join, don’t feel discouraged and just drop me or one of the others a line. Last edited by Calaethis Dragonsbane; 08-30-2007 at 11:39 AM.