Order of Merlin: A New Begining

[LennonCook]

The rumours had passed through the land. The Order of Merlin is no more, they said... they're gone forever, it was told...
Although nothing was known about the events that befell Cabala City, one thing became certain: the bard Tahl'Zair, the leader of the order and rumoured servant to Mystra, had died. The fates of others are unknown... disappeared. Scattered, maybe... dead, perhaps.
The palace that once housed them, now sealed. Many people had tried over the past twelve years to open them, but to no avail... the palace had been built by Merlin - the first servant of Mystra. As such, only a true servant could control it. And now one had come. A servant of Mystra had come to open the doors. To claim his destiny. To regather and lead Merlin's Order.

Aramion sighs... here at last. The treck had been long, but here he was. He glances around to make sure noone can see, and quietly lowers the hood of his cloak, allowing himself to become visible. He walks to the large double doors, and raises his staff waiting for the ancient enchantments to come into play. The sealed doors open quietly, and he steps inside. The site before him was not what he had been expecting... the ever burning torches and fires had burned out, but no dust had settled anywhere in twelve years. It was asif time itself had stood still. He does what his instinct tells him to do...
The doors have been opened. Let the others be summoned.
His thoughts echo through the ancient strucure, and a chill wind passes through... the elf can't help but wonder if he did the right thing...
And then, suddenly, the torches and fires light again. A warm spreads rapidly through the building... Aramion leans heavily on his stick, and looks out over the hill the palace is on, content knowing that the survivers will come soon. For they cannot resist but to return here. Now that it is again opened. Now that they can call it as they did before. Their hearts will return to this place, and their bodies won't help but follow them. They will come again, for it is where they belong. Home...

OOC: this thread is for the Order of Merlin only. We're not open for recruitment at this stage, but we will be soon. Watch this colour text for details.

[shadowhound]

Shadow smiled as he examined the diamonds in his hand. He carefully tucked them into his belt pouch and limped back to his caravan. The battle in Cabala had left him with a limp as well as a scar running down his left leg. Since then he had turned to more legal business, that of a merchant... not completly legal though - he still kept some interest in the world of crime.

A strange sensation ran over Shadow's body and he had an irrational urge to return to the old palace of Merlin. For days he ignored the urge, putting it down to boredom, but he could not ignore it and for a week he rode the caravan towards the palace. Leaving it at the nearest village Shadow completed the final part of the journey on foot with the assistance of an old beaten staff which he had "borrowed" off a begger.

[Sir Exxon]

Turgon yawned, and sat up in his bed. It was another fine morning - the sun shone through the little window in his bedroom, and the birds sang happily outside. Turgon stood up, changed from his nightwear to the regular clothes, and went outside. "The sun have had me fooled already," he thought with a sigh. "Dark clouds are gathering up already. I guess I should start repairing that fence right away, then."

Twelve years had gone since that horrible day when Turgon had stood by the city walls and fought against the Drow army and their demon. That was his last mission for the Order of Merlin, and was also the last time he saw Tahl'Zair, his tiefling leader. Since then, the sorcerer travelled much around, before he found a small, peaceful village to settle in. He had lived there for eight years now, and had become merely a regular villager, trying to hide his magical abilities as well as he could. The truth couldn't be hidden, though, he was still a channeler of much magical powers.

Turgon found his hammer and tools, and sat down next to the fence. The dark clouds had come disturbingly closer, and the sorcerer started to get uncomfortable. "Clouds like that don't approach so quickly," he thought. "Something must be up."
Suddenly, Turgon felt a strong feeling building up inside him, something that was far greater than him. All his memories from his time as a servant of Mystra came back to him, and his heart longed to see the walls of their headquarter again. "The Order of Merlin... I thought I had forgotten that word forever? But the truth cannot be sealed away any longer now."
With that, he stood up, and went inside the house. Ten minutes later, he came back outside again, but now in a dark purple cloak, and with a quarterstaff in his hand. "I never thought I would dig these items up again," he said, and smiled.

Two weeks later, Turgon arrived at the old palace, his previous hideout. "The torches are burning. Peculiar," he thought, and went inside.

[Willard]

OOC: Are Wizard's Guild members allowed to play? Or did we not switch over yet?

[ 06-16-2003, 10:53 AM: Message edited by: Willard ]

[waverider]

ic : being deactive for a while so if you care i was once a poster not very often but still i helpen out here and there
if you care [img]graemlins/wavey.gif[/img] ( : wavey : ) these are my servants this is kinda with my role my name is waverider and theres is wavey so i kinda think its a match [img]smile.gif[/img]
what is this place a tempel or what kind of building cant remeber :s

occ : as does the [img]graemlins/wavey.gif[/img] 's see the doors have being re-opened,
they go and warn there master that once again the order of merlin
is active perhaps the wizard should be of anny help in
these dark times,

as the [img]graemlins/wavey.gif[/img] 's run through the rain they see there master sitting in a
high tree and they yell "master, the door are open. We believe the Wizard and mage have returned to there homes"
"yes, very good i shall go and take a look"
"the book am looking for might be there"
*a spell is cast*
and the [img]graemlins/wavey.gif[/img] 's and there master runs of in the dark
in direction of the reopened 'tempel'

[Dagorion]

Several villages away Dagorion (or was I Cangred? Ah hell I’m Dagorion from now on.) awoke to a strange feeling other than that of being in your own filth. "Oh the teifling wants me again dose he? Well he had better be willin’ to pay 12 years of bar tabs or he’s in fer some angry tavern owners.
Over the year Dagorion hadn’t changed a bit. This is not figure of speech as the Dwarf was still wearing the same clothes he had been 12 years earlier and they were now significantly dirtier. Stumbling to the nearest bathhouse the Dwarf emerges 5 hours later smelling... slightly better... And climbs into the nearest carriage headed to the area of the Palace and falls asleep.

[Dagorion]

OOC: By the Gods! I'm surprised that the OOM is still going, by the rate its members post!

IC: To Dagorion's delight the carriage is full of ale and he arrives quite drunk at the Palace. After urinating on the door the Dwarf enters the building, finds the nearest table and falls asleep on it.

[LennonCook]

Aramion looks around. He opens his mouth and speaks in harsh tones, but his words are still somehow clear...
"Is this all there are? No, there must be more... "

He notices Dagorion.
"A dwarf? a DWARF?!?! How could the bard have let such scum into these walls?"
He raises his staff above his head, stamps his left foot twice, and claps his hands loudly, all the while muttering something under his breath. He lowers his staff, and a charge of lightning bursts from it's tip, striking the sleeping dwarf. He repeats the procedure a few times, and sends one sentance echoing through the midgit's mind, though noone else can hear it... "Get off my CHAIR !!"

[shadowhound]

Shadow watches the new guy fry Dagorion and smiles, it seems that he will get along well with him. He also wonders if he will last longer then all the other ex-leaders...

[Dagorion]

In response to the lightning the Dwarf simply mutters something about Elves with his usual colourful language and promptly raises his middle finger at the newcomer, which incidentally holds a ring of lightning protection. "Aye, I've angered a wee too many Gods not to learn ye need proper protection," the Dwarf mutters, "noooo, they couldn't drop a bloody cow now could they! Never the creative types are they, Gods? Always with the bloody lightning." At which point the Dwarf farts and goes back to sleep.