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The Mage
The Mage of Shadow who had no real name was stunned by the onslaught not of the rage of Storm, rather the storm of words spoken...and sting him they did...
I did not come here to fight a shadow....
Silverfall's lot it is to do battle with shades and his tale, even now, outpaces and defines your own...
How very like Silverfall you are...Shadows, the two of you – nothing more than shadows...
The Windbringer spoke those words as an attack, yet not one that the Mage could counter in any way.
But shadow is not all darkness, nor wickedness...
Silverfall...he has the power of Shadow within him still...for the taint of residual power left to him after he had seperated from the Mage had been thought of as a danger to the little man...something that would destroy him from within...but now, could it be possible that Silverfall could learn to use that power to do good deeds against the Mage? Could shadow-magic be used against him? He thought of the Reaper, and how the Reaper had somehow become immune to low-level shadow attacks. What then does Silverfall have as an innate ability now that Shadow has touched him?
it is also that which falls short of being genuine, that which lacks true depth, that which is but a poor substitute for the reality it apes...
Shadow magic...Could this menace from another realm really understand the make-up of such a potent magic? Could he fathom the importance of the Shadow-Weave that Shar had built soley to counter Mystra's might and power? What did Cyril really know?
Yet...his words seemed to have a valid theory...
No. Nothing could stop the Mage. The Power of Shadow was his to command and it became a reality for him if he said it was. All reality was based on the Mage's whim. This forum required him to say what was real and what was not. The government of Ironworks ran on what those in power told the others to believe, and rebels to this Power met destructive ends. Nobody would take this from him.
He smiled and gave a polite bow to his opponent.
"I have been away for quite a while now and it is time that I return and take care of some business, for even those that hate me, need me.
Good luck to you, Windbringer, wherever you may drift...as long as your winds do not drift you into my lands again."
The Mage concentrated his thoughts on home, his Tower...the point of Power that served as his fortified place of business. He had a lot to think on...especially with this Silverfall.
Darkcloud had said that Silverfall's storyline outpaced and defined the Mage's.
Surely not! Yes, it was true that Silverfall had been first, and had borne the hatred within him that eventually corrupted him so much so that he became the very evil overlord that everybody called the Mad Modding Mage...and that power was so great that a division between the two consciousnesses occurred and each had thier own individuality. But now while Silverfall sought after the Past...the Mage looked to the future...and the future was his for naming the games in this forum! Yes! This was clearly an oversight of Cyril who thought that Silverfall controlled the destiny of the forum...with his silly adventures of Love and foolishness! The Mage knew what to do. He knew that it was time to prove to Ironworks that he was in charge of everything. His enlightenment was overwhelming and the Mage laughed with excitement at the plans he had.
Focusing his thoughts still on the tower, he began to see the Forums again, scolling down and finding the RP forum...aiming himself at the LoF thread and locating the Tower. Now it was time to start work.
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The Mage of Shadow appeared in his throne room. The zu-zu zombie that he expected to be there was not. No matter. He'd worry about that after he got the message out.
He summoned a laptop to his throne and began to type,
THE MAGE HAS RETURNED AND IS NOW TAKING APPOINTMENTS FOR THE DEATH OF HEROES. IF YOU ARE A HERO, TAKE A NUMBER AND AWAIT YOUR DEATH. SOMEBODY WILL BE WITH YOU SHORTLY.
THE MANAGEMENT
...Sending...
...Your message has been sent to the OOC thread of LoF.
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