It was a dark chilly night when Ozmar looked around. He was heading to the Gnome Village to decapitate some scientists when he overheard the possible location of the entrance to the Crusaders of the Redeeming Inquisition clan maze. He was intrigued beyond imagination. What better way to serve the Dark Lord than to find the entrance. He yelled at Shamra, Telepath of D’sar, and informed him of the information that he had overheard. Shamra was eager to begin the search...
It was a dark chilly night when Ozmar looked around. He was heading to the Gnome Village to decapitate some scientists when he overheard the possible location of the entrance to the Crusaders of the Redeeming Inquisition clan maze. He was intrigued beyond imagination. What better way to serve the Dark Lord than to find the entrance. He yelled at Shamra, Telepath of D’sar, and informed him of the information that he had overheard. Shamra was eager to begin the search.
They started at the Clan hall and headed out to the spot that Ozmar had visited a few times before. When they got there they found a door that did not exist in Ozmar’s memory of the room. They opened the door and went through and looked around. They had found the entrance to Crusaders maze. They spent quite a bit of time wandering from room to room.
They started checking all the exits. After a few hours of checking doors they ran upon a frightened peddler who told them to run away while they could still walk for the undead have short lives before crusaders. Ozmar and Shamra ignored this obviously weak peddler and continued their sweep through the maze. They found themselves face to face with Tempes Fugit. Ozmar concentrated for all he could on the weave of magic that was surrounding Tempes and found the single strand that held the enchantment of sanctuary. After finding that single thread Ozmar used his will to pull it away from Tempes. After stripping the guard of his greatest protection against them, he looked to the skies and as if by his will meteors fell from the sky. Shamra placed the tips of his fingers to his temples and began searching the mind that would soon be ravaged. Another storm of meteors hit the guardian, and at the same time a storm of great telekinesis appeared around the guardian stunning him. A few more rounds like this and the guardian was reduced to nothing more than a pile of blood and a few charred limbs. Ozmar took the key and opened the door to the real maze where the fun was just to begin.
No sooner had they stepped through the door when it closed and suddenly looked different. Every exit looked the same. There was ravens and feces all over the ground. There were a few rooms untouched by the ravens. It took both of them and a lot of mind reading to find their way through the maze. When they got to the end of the maze they found the clan hall already in shambles. It looked like no one had been there to take care of the place in for quite some time. They wandered around the hall looking to see what they could bring back for their Dark Lord. They ended up settling for a Tome of Crusaders because the clan seller could not be persuaded, mentally or otherwise, to relinquish something of greater value.
When they decided they had left enough magical springs to sink even the Dark Phantom they agreed that it was time to return to their clan hall and rest up for the upcoming battles. Ozmar turned to Shamra and they were both instantly in their own clan halls again. To become ready for another day.
Shamra and I set out into town to engage in a battle we have worked long and hard at, a battle between Infernal Order and Ninth Circle. A bounch of low life, good for nothing scavengers who needed a slaying. And Shamra and I were the ones to do it. Him being a master at mental manipulations and tyrant of the mind confusing them and sometimes sending them down stunned for minutes at a time, weakening them to fatal wounds or death. Then Darum, me being a master at wilds material, natures priest. I am able to call apond mother nature for assistence in battles, helping me take down enemies one by one. Sometimes she would be a great deal of help, other times she could let me down, giving up early on me, and letting me suffer to the point, there was no way i could fight any longer. Forcing me to run, to heal my wounds.
Moments later we arrived at Market Square where it seemd a small party of some sort was being held. I whispered around and asked about it, "Kaiko is celebrating his 108 birthday." A couple voices spoke. Suddenly a drunk guy stumbled up to Shamra and I, and decided to swing his fist at one of us. Not sure who he was aiming for, he sort of ended up stumbling back. After that he ran up and hit Shamra dead in the face. And Shamra being the powerful telepath he was, didn't take that. Shamra ended up somewhat damaging him, started praysing words, and boom! an illusion was in the air, and seemed as if it hit the drunken bum. Dropping him to the ground, but it was like it didn't fase him, he raised to his feet again and smiled and his arm to hit again, knocking Shamra back a bit, another spell was casted by Shamra, hitting the drunken man, and still, no affect. I looked at him with a puzzled look, muttering something under my breathe, 2 blades appeared in front of the drunken man, barely slashing his arm. He started giggling, i thought quick and mutter more words, bring mother nature to our assistence, high winds suddly came, and quickly it gather dirt, and dust making it very heavy, and slamming into the guy, knocking him back a few steps. Then we realized this was a fight not worth fighting, and fled before causing anything else. Me and Shamra sat there, chatting apond our selfs about various subjects. When suddently the enemy we have been keeping an eye out on, Azuv walked in front of us. With astonishment, shamra and I both attacked at the same time, and he sat there casting his week spells on us, barely wounding us. We laughed at him as Shamra yelled out words that I could not understand, being it was in heacuva, then suddenly he was knocked down, and began twitching, and before I knew it, Shamra drew his weapon back and with quick thrust, wacked Azuv, killing him. His body layed on the ground as we tried grabbing his belongings to show we have slayed a Ninth Circle member, one that wasn't looked at in a good way. We have slayed a member of the Ninth Circle, we were happy, and left quickly before many would notice. Though one did notice, a little loner sitting by himself on a box saw it, "Who was that, that was slayed!?" He asked, we didn't pay much attention, just grined evily and said, "Someone who needed it." and walked away. We ended up making our way back to our part of realms, and discussed how we should slay the other members of the no good, Ninth Circle. Then night fell, our eyes were becoming week and closing, so we layed in the bed our lord D'Sari has made, and slowly went to rest.
Shamra rubbed his body fingers together and looked around the great hall. It seemed cluttered, yet hollow at the same time. There was spilled drink splattered on the gound, far too much drink in fact. The members of the clan were not honing their skills, they were laughing and eating, celebrating victory that had not come. They were a good group, but Shamra had great fear that they were far too confident in themselves and much to pompous to rely on the assistance of others. Of course, they ultimate goal was complete domination over all not in the brood, but fighting a war with enemies on all fronts is foolish. The great lord had proposed fighting along side the Church of Shadows, that was a mistake, those foul creatures aligned themselves with the temple, they had tried killing Shamra, but far underestimated his power. Perhaps the Ahrmy is our greatest enemy, but Shamra knew that the brood could not fight them along with all the other guilds, alone. They would make a good ally, but the lord cannot see past his petty hatred for their god.
Shamra went to talk to his commrad Dew about his concerns, but the followers of the brood were so blindly devoted to lord Darkstar’s order that he would heard none of it. Shamra sighed and erased Dews memory of the conversation using his telepathic gift. There was one in the clan he thought he could trust though, the great sorcerer, Ozmar. Shamra had an unknown informant reveal to him to location of the Ahrmy’s stronghold and they went together to steal the gift Ahriman had granted them. There were met with resistant, but Shamra places the tips of his fingers upon his temple a ravaged its feeble mind. Ozmar send blazing stones to rain down upon the guard, and it quickly fell to their combined might. The center portion of the hall was poorly defended, servants and laborers were the only resistance. They found the symbols of power and displaced them from the great pillar of frozen fire in which they had been placed. Shamra forced their wares seller to give him a great forged blade a Ahriman, as a testimate to their raid and then left their hall, in shambles.
Shamra had pride in his victory, but still he wanted to find assistance in the members of the Ahrmy, especially the one named Armanon. Armanon was a great warrior and would help purge the world of the living, though even Armanon would eventually need to die. The members of the brood would have none of it of course, so Shamra began secretly plotting how to seize power and loyalty with the members of the Infernal Order, and force their lord to either see reason, or perish under their combined might.
My troops and friends, I've neglected you so. I've been out on a crusade of my own. I let go my responsibilities to our troops, my actions have been more for myself than for the brood. I ask forgiveness that I have not lead the way a leader should do. We are strong and our warriors are fierce, yet in my absense I've let you down. I believe in power and strength, but I also believe none can not command those who does not respect him. So I humble myself before you, asking that you accept my apologies for seemingly abandoning you. The Sacred sword in my time of absence has been lost twice, we must reattain it once more. Our Warriors have become lazy, we must try harder. New spells have been discovered through out the land, new forces have come up to destory us. We can no longer be so lax, and sure of ourselves. Come with me, stand by my side once more. I will not lead from behind or above, but next to you. My warriors... my comrades. The day comes that you shall die, remember I am here by your side. I will not sent troops to death, unless my life is prone to the same risk of defeat. Come one, and come all. Together we will tighten the hold on this realm that we've had so long. We're better then were were, but we appear to be less. Let us take this time of uncertaintly to strike the hearts of our enemies again. Let them no longer mock us, or attempt to fool us with old and honorless tactics. Every man, woman, and child has heard our name. They know who we are from the stories before. Let us stop being a story, and take our reign back. No longer a story, but our power for eternal glory. To arms men! We fight, we die, we fight some more. May our blades never dull, and our minds stay keen. Many battles lie ahead, but the war will still be ours.
- Commodore Kurgan, The Dark Paladin.