How long since the curse had been placed? Surely some creature of power and secrecy placed it upon the treasured sword of the realms strongest warriors. Dew, Nazira, Armanon, Sparky. In time each had, at one point, the swords power within their grasp. How did it end?
It was in the honored chamber of Morhion atop the Clan Towers forboding presence that it happened. Earlier that evening, after a deal forged between the ranks of the Infernal Order and The Ninth Circle, the sword was returned again to its original holder. The Honorable Knight of D'Sari had once again regained the sword of his title. Yet, further tragedy would follow.
The draconian legend, the sorceror Sparky loomed in the shadows of Drakyri Isle. He had been destroyed only a month prior to the fateful night, taken down by two clans and reborn with the reminder that death comes to them all. It was there that the trap was laid and Dew, that same knight, fell victim to the curse of the magi.
The tactician heard the sounds of battle and ran to see the swords strike against spell. Spellfire flowing freely from the creatures claws spewed at the barbarian's body, the heat from the sword cutting through the magic to slice against the spellcaster and the cries of battle echoed throughout the ivory hallways. It happened on instinct, it called for him. He was without the protection of Sanctuary but the Incubus charged into the fray to reclaim the cursed weapon. Only one last night before the powers of Ahrimans spell would prove useless, it had to be now.
The Knight fell.
Now it was up to Sparky, who had died before by the Shades hand. There, in Morhion's chamber, Sparky relinquished to the Tactician his prize. Within the folds of draconian skin was the cherished weapon. Sparky and Armanon had always honored each other as friends and warriors. Though others in the realm admonished both of them for their own reasons, true honor was always respected by the two. They had served together in Hellfire, he was once one of Ahrimans best Sorcerors and now, though Sparky now honored The Stygian Temple with his wisdom, he never forget his brothers of Hellfire. Not for something like this.
Deep within the protected walls of Ahrimans Castle, down into the earth where forges from the hottest fires that spewed from hell welled within a cauldron held together by pure will. A man possessed by demons of the mind went to work crafting together the Incubus's Broadsword and D'Sars Whisper. During this time, the tactician reflected.
"I will kill each of you."
It was said to Rauve, Innos, and Nazira. The three Circlers to steal the sword away from his grasp the first time. Innos and Thazul died shortly there after. Rauve was killed by a rival clan but still the pieces of his equipment from that body was taken. It would be retrieved later. Nazira had died only a night before Dew. The sword was just missed at that time, having already been traded off. But all of them fell.
"I will have the sword."
It was promised to his Kings, Farg and Demerol. It was promised to his clan and promised to Ahriman that D'Sari's prize wouldnt stay in the hands of his followers. It would become Ahrimans. Though it was hard, finally the task was near at hand.
"Absolute Night... will come."
The power of final night. The last darkness a creature sees. Black liquid contained within a crystal blade. Ahrimans will, a blessing of evil and power blessed over it like a black fire licking at the surface of it. The essence of the Shade itself, the absense of light, the void of the abyss. Contained and twisted, manipulated and forged into.. Absolute Night.
As the tactician emerged from the depths the hide that made up his flesh was glistening with sweat from the unnatural heat. His wings stetched and folded around him like a cloak, and in his hand was a weapon that could cleave the realms asunder. The curse? Was it lifted? Would this sword keep to its new master? The cycle had come full circle, the sword bounced its way through different warriors, it filled the realm with its knowledge and everyone had saught to claim it. Now, it was his again.
Posted by Armanon at May 27, 2005 04:29 AM"Sparky and Armanon had always honored each other as friends and warriors. Though others in the realm admonished both of them for their own reasons, true honor was always respected by the two. They had served together in Hellfire, he was once one of Ahrimans best Sorcerors and now, though Sparky now honored The Stygian Temple with his wisdom, he never forget his brothers of Hellfire."
Are things that happened before the clan douche relevant to RP? I really couldn't tell you what common grounds there are between TST and OtS, maybe I need to review their rp's. No, there is no truce between Circle and Infernal. Such an assumption would lead to accusations of TST and OtS being allied.
I really think the RP would be 100% better if you didn't try to fill in what everyone else was thinking. Stick to RPing OtS, not everyone else, thanks.
Posted by: Naythyn at May 27, 2005 07:11 AM