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Post by Izlude on Feb 19, 2007 0:31:36 GMT -5
It had been almost a week since The Dark Lord had sent out his invitations. Addressed to who he thought were the greatest clans of the realm in an attempt to unify them under one banner, his new alliance, The Shadow Alliance. Already his own clansmen, The Silver Knights had joined and he awaited the arrival of the clan representatives to the small fort. The Fort lay in the forests of salamander, neutral ground so no clan would feel out of place. Few hired mercenaries surrounded the Fort, only to defend from any orc or griffin attacks.
The Necromancer waited in the lounge of the fort, he had hired some kitchen staff to provide his guests with food and beverages on their arrival, which was due today. Patiently he awaited his first guest.
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Post by Krasor on Feb 19, 2007 13:14:42 GMT -5
~He scouted the forest ahead of hs companion. He seemed to meld into the shadows, not really there. Covering his lower face was his assassin mask, and strangely, on his head was a jester hat. All however faded and melded away into the shadows.~
~He paused upon seeing the fort, and silently signaled his companion foward. A pale mage by the name of Raistlin.~
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Post by kingdoom on Feb 19, 2007 14:25:28 GMT -5
In the far north 5 dark warriors are seen riding closer to the fort. riding inn a line with one warrior on the middle who has a bigger horse than the others but allso seem to be a lot bigger him self than the others allso. they are riding with great speed and seem to be carrying very little on them.
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Post by tiber on Feb 19, 2007 15:30:15 GMT -5
Holding the invitation in his hand, Tiber started at the gates in front of him with fury flowing through his veins. He wondered to himself why Safarah would do this to him. Why would she send him as the lone representative for White Fire...to join a group led by the man who ruined his father's life. Crumpling the slip of ornate paper in his hand, the Mage tossed it to the ground and placed his foot atop it, grinding it into the dirt. "If he wants me then he will get me. He wouldn't dare strike against me with father gone. In fact Izlude will do everything he can to keep me alive. All for revenge." Lifting his foot the mage spat on the tattered piece of paper with disgust and began walking forward. "What a twisted soul. I would be best served to kill him." Pain struck his heart like a mallet striking a fragile drum. It was the same feeling he had been manifested with for the last few weeks. The realization that no matter how strong his hate, he could not do a d**n thing against the necromancer. Or at least not yet. At the gate there were three rough men, muscles bulging out of their scant plate armor that had been pieced together haphazardly from their fallen foes. “I have come to see Izlude. I will be the representative of White Fire.” The men continued to stare at him without moving. They were expecting more. “d**nit” Tiber cursed to himself. “You want the word on my invitation don’t you? Fine, The word is “Darius”, now are you happy?” The men grinned widely as signaled to their companions atop the walls who proceeded to open the gate. Tiber was not sure if his was the only invitation with password, but his was certainly the only one with that name on it. “That bastard necromancer…”
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Post by Izlude on Feb 19, 2007 18:58:17 GMT -5
One of the hired mercenaries approached the Necromancer, who at this stage was sitting by the bar, sipping on a glass of whiskey, worrying what a few of his guests' intentions were once they arrived.
"Sir, some of the Guests are arriving. Your Orders?" "Bring them here immediately"
The man nods before leaving the room. Izlude waits, looking deep into the brown liquid slowly disappearing from the glass in his hand.
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Post by YungGun on Feb 19, 2007 19:49:13 GMT -5
~Yung Gun sat in a tree next to the gate of the fort. He refused to go in without the rest of his clan~
*I wonder if they will be mad at me. I overheard their conversion of this place and i beat them here* He thought to himself
~Yung Gun looked to the distance and his left eye began to glow red.~
*Well there goes Krasor.........Is that a jester hat on him?* He thought
~Yung Gun layed down on branch and was careful to not be seen~
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Post by Krasor on Feb 19, 2007 21:17:02 GMT -5
~Krasor seemed to emerge from the shadows, the image of him fading from the distance. He seemed to come out right next to Yunggun, on the branch next to him.~
"What may I ask......are you doing here?"
~ One of the bells of the jester hat hung infront of his face, ringing slightly now that he had left the shadows.~
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Post by YungGun on Feb 19, 2007 22:18:12 GMT -5
~Yung Gun looked into Krasor's stone cold eyes. He shivered slightly from the thought of the last he got on Krasor's bad side. Yung Gun swallowed hard~
"I overheard you and Raistlin talking. You said something about a battle where you two will represent the Demon Guardians...."
~One of Krasor's bells ringed in Yung Gun's face.~
"Well im tired of you all looking at me like im weak. Im here to fight for the Demon Guardians and nothings gonna stop me"
~Yung Gun flicked one of Krasor's bells~
"Nice hat.........."
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Post by Krasor on Feb 19, 2007 22:26:57 GMT -5
~The bell swung side to side, jingling as it did, it's merry sound the exact opposite of Krasor's expression.~
"Well.....first off......."
~He grabbed the bell stopping it from swinging~
"If you would have payed attention to the clan announcements you would know that it's not a battle but an alliance treaty. Raistlin and I are to be ambasadors representing the Demon Guardians. We will discuss the possiblity of battle, so there is no fight for you here........"
~ His cold glare seemed worse due to his empty eyes. He stayed perfectly quiet for a few moments......waiting for a response.~
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Post by Izlude on Feb 20, 2007 0:19:14 GMT -5
A lightly armoured man looks up at the two in the trees an speaks.
"Lord Izlude is awaiting your company in the Fort's Lounge. Please follow me"
As The guard begins to walk off he turns back quickly to see the puzzled faces of the two in which his comments were adressed too.
"Izlude's eyes stretch further than you can imagine. Please, follow me, refreshments await you."
The man continues to walk back to the fort, hoping Krasor and Yunggun will follow him.
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Post by tiber on Feb 20, 2007 3:01:55 GMT -5
The door to the lounge opened before Tiber as the mercenary who guided him through the fortress made a wide gap-toothed grin at him, bowing and waving the mage inside. It was odd to see a brute trying to be cordial. Then again if one was to work for Izlude, a certain sense of sophistication had to be maintained. No matter how low the life form. Tiber's eyes adjusted quickly to the dimly lit room that he ventured into. Immediately his gaze turned towards the unmistakable white-haired figure that sat across the room with his back turned. The Mage began a brisk pace towards his target, but three steps into his warpath he was cut off by a small man who held his hand out. "Ye wants to see the Lord, then Ye must forfeit all weapons." Tiber looked at the mildly well groomed man with curiosity. Must be the head of the mercenaries. The money man and the overseer. But he could be eaten for breakfast by half of the men Tiber had seen thus far. "I am sorry, but i carry no weapons." The small man shook his head and pointed towards the staff that the Mage carried. "I refer to that, as well as the seeds you carry in your robes." Tiber did not know whether to be amazed by the man's knowledge of him, or infuriated by his incompetence. The staff was not a weapon, and the seeds were not any threat. However instead of arguing further, Tiber handed over his staff and his seeds. He would not need them here after all. The small steward smiled politely, "These items will be waiting in your room after the meeting sir." With those words he scurried off. By now the necromancer had spotted Tiber and had turned around to face him. As Izlude examined him, the mage surveyed the rest of the people in the room. All mercenaries, perhaps some small time diplomats. But what struck him was that they all were carrying weapons. With a slight smile on his face knowing he was safe, Tiber said aloud to the white haired figure in front of him, "Tell me, should I be freighted at the prospect of being slaughtered by everyone with weapons, or should I be flattered that you are scared enough of me to take my tools?"
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Post by Izlude on Feb 20, 2007 5:37:43 GMT -5
A slight grin covered Izlude's face. There was the family resemblanced that his former general darius shared with his son, who stood infront of him.
"The weapons are not for you young mage, i mean you no harm. This meeting is completely diplomatic and defiently in the best intrest of White Fire."
Pausing for a momment, The Dark Lord makes eye contact with the bar briefly before returning his evil gaze to Tiber.
"But, more shall be revealed when the other guests arrive. Care for a drink or something to eat? please, help yourself."
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Post by Raistlin on Feb 20, 2007 18:27:01 GMT -5
~Seeing Krasor and YungGun being assured into the castle gave Raistlin a smirk. He continued to stroll towards the gates. The guards stood at arms and crossed their spears to block the pass.~
"Who might you be." The guards ask.
~Raistlin didn't even bother looking up. With the wave of his left hand at each guard they flew up over the side of the bridge into the moat. He made his way through the gate. He slipped through the corridors covered in the shadows. Seeing some men come out of the room in front of him he takes a peak. Placing his hand on the wall he sees through it.~
"It's him." He says to himself.
~The door flies open with a gust of wind and the crackle of lightning. He strode in and was immediately pounced on by a small man. He clung to Raistlin at his waist.~
"No entry 'till ye check weapons." He exclaimed.
~With a sneer Raistlin places the crystal globe at the top of his staff, clutched in a golden dragon's claw, against the little guy's chest. The man was blasted by a burst of lightning, knocking his back a step. Flicking his staff through the little guy into a wall. The mercs surrounding the room raised their weapons. Raistlin raised his hand and swept the room. As he past over each man they lowered their weapons. He turns to Izlude.~
"Nice to see you too. I enjoyed the welcome. My other comrades will be along shortly."
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Post by Krasor on Feb 20, 2007 18:34:39 GMT -5
~He turned away from Yunggun at the sound of the guards voice, and the racket Raistlin made~
"Well guess you might as well come in........."
~He grabbed Yunggun by the back of his collar and dragged hi through the gates where the guards were still laying in the moat. As he entered the room the little man warily went up to him, and promptly averted his gave seeing Krasor's eyes.~
"Uhhh...I'm gonna have to take your weapons....you can't enter without them...."
~Krasor looked down at him drawing forth one of his two swords, a black blade with multiple edges branching off like a twig, yet all staying towards the center.~
"Well, tell you what? Why don't you try even holding it.....lets see how long it takes you to succumb to the mixture of poison and darkness............"
~Still thinking back to the incident with Raistlin the little man backed away quickly, even he could feel the presence of the blades power. Smiling under the assassin mask he sheatherd the sword and took a place next to Raistlin.~
"Well I'm sure you've noticed but.....what are we gonna do with this?"
~He pointed back at Yunggun whom he had left at the door.~
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Post by YungGun on Feb 20, 2007 18:57:08 GMT -5
~Yung Gun slowly walked in. He began to walk, but was soon stopped by a man~
"No entry with your weapon" The man said
~Yung Gun looked at the man~
"How am I sure that nothing will happen to them while their with you?"
"Trust me. You will get them back in perfect condition" The man said
~Yung Gun spit at the ground. He then reached in his robe and pulled out two swords. He dropped it in front of the man. He reached behind him and dropped his bow and arrows. He then went down on one knee and untied his dagger.~
"Is that all?" The man asked
~Yung Gun smirked~
"Unless you plan on ripping out my eye, then theres nothing more"
~The gurad looked taken back. Yung Gun started his walk towrds Raistlin and Krasor, but he felt uneasy when he looked at them. He knew they were talking about him and it wasnt about anything good~
*I dont care. Im here to stay.* He thought
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