A Conference of Wizards

What is God's last name?

  • Smith

    Votes: 5 26.3%
  • Gates

    Votes: 1 5.3%
  • Bush

    Votes: 1 5.3%
  • None of the above

    Votes: 12 63.2%

  • Total voters
    19
Lord

OOC: Im grabbing the stick out of your hand. Now I am waving it :)

Dood, sorry but i was just trying to get it more interesting gosh... PMS! :p OkAY than u move the story along
 
Denoitnem:

Suddenly, I realize that when Lord entered the room before me, he had a much better view. Then, I notice that large stone creatures in various states of creation are moving toward us menacingly.

Knowing that the only thing to do is to destroy them, I wave my hands around, nervously trying to make them crumble. With the final phrase out of my mouth (Flores de la tierra!), I see all sorts of chaos abound.

Instead of the foremost golem crashing to the ground, flowers begin to sprout from between its toes. Actually, the entire floor begins to bloom with flora of all shapes and sizes.

The lead golem bends down to look at the flowers and sighs.

I think to myself, 'maybe these guys aren't so bad.' I announce in a mellow voice, "Hello good chaps, could you help me find Grilam?"

The lead golem retains his full height, standing, menacingly a few feet away.



OOC: Sorry about that delay guys, computer problems.
 
The Golems of Voice

Being asked a question, the lead golem slowly relesed a sound of gravled striking stone for a few minutes. Then, without warning, it broke into the song Little Bird, Little Bird from Man of La Mancha.

The others provided backup, and a few let out the sounds of instruments. It was probably the wierdest thing to ever take place in the Black Tower. The golem reached over, and pushed up on the trapdoor. It opened, and slammed over on the floor.

Light crashed down into the room, illuminating all. The golems moved off, continuing their singing, and disappeared into the darkness as the song faded away.

And the wizards were left facing a ladder which led up to Grilam's room, right at the foot of his bed, where he was currently asleep.
 
Denoitnem:

"Ho hum, interesting chaps. Don't you think, Lord?" I move to the ladder and ascend to the bedroom chamber of Grilam. At the top, I whisper down to Lord, "Okay, I'm up here. You can come up now."

Then I look at the dimly lit bed and the snoring figure of our magical companion rising and falling with each breath. "Grilam," I coax quietly, with no response. More eagerly, I try again, "GRILAM!!!"

The room shakes with my booming voice. An owl outside of the window flutters away in shock, yet Grilam remains under his sheets, happily snug in unconsiousness.

With that, I rip back the sheets--thankful that Grilam is fully clad in pajamas. Looking at the PJs, I burst into laughter. I can barely manage to stop laughing long enough to cast a simple spell: "Mayim!" With that, I hurl the magical bucket forward as five gallons of water splash onto the once sleeping wizard.

Grilam sits straight up, wide-eyed as I shout to Lord, "You've got to see these pajamas!"
 
Grilam the Black

"AHHHHHHH!"

That was about the only thing he could think to say. He quickly leapt from the bed, rolling behind a partion. He stood up, glaring over the partition at Denoitnem.

He pulled his robes on over his pajamas, and put on his belt. He glared at the old wizard as he walked around, kicking the trapdoor shut at Lord's heels.

"What do you two want? And haven't you ever heard of knocking?!?"
 
Denoitnem:

Still giggling at the wide-awake Grilam, I try to speak, "We just want to ... hahaha... just want to inform ... haaaa ... want to inform you that ... oh my god, those PJ's! Sorry. I just need to tell you that my owl has brought news of a massive movement of monsters toward where we last saw the haze." Then I burst out laughing again. After all, what grown wizard wears Barbie pajamas.
 
Grilam the Black

He glared at the old wizard. "I was drunk. And if you say one word-to anyone-you'll regret it."

He huffed, and snapped his fingers. He shook his head as the PJ's were forcefully discreated, a t-shirt and jeans instantly replacing them beneath his robes.

"And so? I know. Th monsters are going to the haze. What about it? You wanna go look at it again? Have at it. Bye now."
 
Lord

Lord was staring. He fell to his knees and slammed on the ground and all of a sudden shouted
"HAHAHAHA!" Lord couldn't contain himself he kept laughing and laughing until he heard denoitnem say "Shhh!" and so he shut up for 2 minutes. He listened to Denoitnem and than to Grilam. Than he stepped out of the room and laughed. He walked back in into the middle of a conversation
 
Denoitnem:

"What?" I looked at the wizard uncomfortably. "You mean you and Miss Barbie aren't going to help us destroy the haze. After all, she's plastic and if Lord floods us out again, we can use her as a life boat." Stiffling a laugh, I continue, "Besides, we could really use your help. With the three of us and this nifty spell I picked up at my place, we could walk right up to the haze and none of the monsters would see us."
 
Grilam the Black

Rage flashed through his eyes, and he raised a hand towards Denoitnem. He growled low in his throat, and curled his fingers. Air pressed in from all sides, like a sheet of iron, holding him in place. He growled, and snapped his fingers. The door to his room opened, and a golem stepped in.

"Go take my guests downstairs, and throw them outside none too kindly. And Denoitnem, might I suggest that next time you decide to smart-off to a wizard, it not be me. Go fight your own haze."

He huffed, and walked past the two wizards, walking down the hall and out of sight.
 
"Grilam..." My words are cut short as the golem lifts Lord and I in each of its large hands. "Wait, Grilam... I was just kidding!"
 
OOC.

Um.....
This is my first time ever posting anywhere.....
I'll try to get this right, I hope it's not too late to join in.
Anybody mind if I take the aforementioned and so-called "element" of Light?

Stats:

Galyn
Wizard: Light element
75 years old
Prefers to remain unobtrusive, bides his time until he feels the moment is right before committing himself to action

OOC.

This post assumes that my character has been present for most of the events that have transpired, and has been following Grilam, since he seems to know the most about the evil haze.
(I assume that mastery of Light would therefore grant him invisibility)

IC.

Realising that events are beginning to transpire past his ability to simply observe them, Galyn sighs, and makes a discrete movement with his hand. A shimmer appears near the foot of Grilam's bed, and the light which is his domain ceases to mask his presense. He takes in their startled expressions, and holds out a hand in a gesture of forbearance.
"Please, I come in peace, my brethren. I have observed your battles against this evil presense, and I have come to offer what skills I possess in aid of your struggle."
His words spoken, he stands impassively, waiting for their reactions. In truth, he hopes they will accept his help. Having already spoken more words aloud to them than to anyone else since he first approached manhood, he feels a certain kinship with them already.
 
Grilam the Black

OOC: Okay, if you want to talk to anybody, you're going to have to leave the room. Lord and Denoitnem are being carted back downstairs, and Grilam's already left. And don't element yourself, it's just going to haunt you later just be a generic wizard-with a preference to certain element-based magics if you want.

IC:

He was grumbling to himself as he wandered into asmall room. Muttering to himself as the floor slowly rose up. At the top, he threw open the wooden doors, and walked into the observational room at the very top of his tower.

The golem cat was curled up on a small table next to a larger table which held a small model of the valley. Grilam sat down in his favorite chair, looking out the open arches to the valley which sprawled below, and the mountains that held it in.

"I just can't stand it. Prodding and prodding like he's so much better than me. They can all die if I care. Let the world get taken over by this haze, see if I care!"
 
OOC.

Okay, thanks for the advice. Let's try this one then...

Stats:

Galyn
Human Wizard: Is somewhat proficcient in most spells, with a bent toward defensive and Light magics
75 years old
Prefers to remain unobtrusive, bides his time until he feels the moment is right before committing himself to action

IC.

Still waiting for a response, Galyn looks around, and realises that in the wake of Grilam's abrupt departure and Denoitnem and Lord's forced escort from the room, neither his appearance nor his words were noticed.
"hmmmph. Perhaps I erred in waiting so long to make my presense known."
Musing aloud to himself, Galyn moves toward the window, from which comes the faint sounds of a struggle. Looking out, he stifles a chuckle as both Denoitnem and Lord are tossed bodily through the front door.
"I suppose I should go down and introduce myself to them again. They must not have heard me the first time, and they seem the safer course than facing Grilam in such a foul humour."
Mumbling arcane words under his breath, Galyn imprints the scene below into his mind, and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, he is standing next to a disheveled Denoitnem. He extends a hand to help the prostrate wizard to his feet.
"Please, I come in peace, my brethren. I have observed your battles against this evil presense, and I have come to offer what skills I possess in aid of your struggle."
 
Denoitnem:

"Ho hum, what's that chap? Oh a pleasure to meet you, dear chap. I am called Denoitnem; what did you say your name was?"

Though I know he had not really said his name, I grab his hand as he hoists me to my feet. Patting Lord, I realize that he is unconsious. Unfortunately, this means carrying the young boy.

I motion our new companion to help lift him as I continue to pat Lord, trying to wake him.
 
Galyn:

Galyn clasps the elder mage's wrist and pulls him to his feet.

"My apologies, please, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Galyn. I have come to assist you."

At a gesture from the other wizard, Galyn gathers the small frame into his arms, conscious of the other's hand patting the stricken child gently.

"Might I enquire as to our destination? I see nothing of interest around here, but to go back to the tower after such an... unfortunate... departure would seem unwise."

He leaves the question hanging, waiting for an answer from the elder mage.
 
Denoitnem:

"No, no... you are right. We should return to my humble abode. There, we can care for Lord." With that, I swirl my hand in a circle and we are instantly transported inside my castle.

"Through that door," I instruct Gayln. As he takes Lord into the infirmery, I notice one of my nurses winking at my new friend. "No, no, Betty. He's a wizard, thus off-limits to you.

"When you have seen to Lord, join me upstairs," I nod at Gayln. Knowing that he will follow when Lord is given a bed, I walk to my room to change clothes.
 
Galyn:

Following Denoitnem's directions, Galyn soon finds himself in the infirmary, where the nurse addressed as 'Betty' offers a bed for Lord. She extends a different sort of bed offer for herself, but is disappointed when he hastily retreats through the Infirmary doors.

Finding himself back in the main hallway, Galyn is taken aback at what his absent companion terms 'humble abode'. He walks past countless portraits, statues and busts, before finally finding himself at the base of a great staircase. Glancing upward, he takes the steps two at a time, and soon finds himself before a great portal. Inside sits the master of the manor, and without preamble Galyn takes a seat beside him in an ornately decorated overstuffed chair.

Glancing over at his host, he cocks his head to one side and raises an eyebrow, and waits patiently.
 
Lord

While Lord is being cared for, he wakes up all of a sudden. He asks the nurse where the Denoitnem is and than she tells him so he walks up. He asks him what happened, than he noticed the new wizard.

"Who might you be?" Lord said

"My apologies, please, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Galyn. I have come to assist you."

"Oh...sorry that you hafta wait for denoitnem to wake up, just that hes old an all so"

Lord smacked denoitnem over the head to wake him up
 
Denoitnem:

"Ho hum, Lord. I am awake, I was just meditating (maybe?). Anyhow, we must try to defeat the haze. Could you two go to the library and find me The Book?

"Don't look at me like that, Lord. You know which book I'm talking about." I sigh and whisper, "The Book of the Damned."

Thunder echos through the chambers as some of the portraits on the walls turn to look at me. One of the busts on the far side of the room rotates its sculpted head to say in his rich Italian accent, "Are you mad?"

With that, I look at Lord, thinking, it's all your fault! Then I tell him to go find it and to take Gayln to help.
 
Denoitnem:

When Lord and Gayln get to the library, I use the intercom on the wall to tell them that they should contact me via the intercom when they find the book, so I can verify that it is truly The Book.
 
Grilam the Black Vs. the Haze

Sitting casually in his chair, Grilam is surprised when a shadowy smoke curls up from the floor, condensing into the Haze. The golem cat immediately jumps forward to attack the strange intruder, but an arm solidifies, and knocks the poor creature from the tower, where it plummets to the ground.

At this point, Grilam is on his feet, wand drawn and at the ready. The haze emits a deep laughter, and waves a hand at the Dark Wizard. "Now now, Grilam. That's no way to greet an old friend, is it? I realize we haven't seen each other since that horrid little problem with your wife, but I have been busy. And, as you can see-my troubles are starting to pay off."

The haze waves a hand about it's head, and a face comes clear in the hood of the robe shown. A very familiar face to Grilam, who falls backwards into his chair, wand falling to the ground. "But...you're dead... I should have known. It had your foul stench all over it. Decided to take it by force, have you?"

The haze, now a fair representation of Demordar, a wizard long thought dead, coldly laughed as he held his hands out, looking around the tower. "This? Poor fool. This is nothing. I had thought that getting the position of dark wizard would gain my the arts I needed to rule the world, but now... I have found an even darker art. Nothing can stop me! That young fool, Denoitnem, might have seen through me those many years ago, but times have changed. I have given much of my flesh to weild the forbidden magics I have learned, but I shall be repaid by the blood of the council. Perhaps if attacked, you could defeat me. So I bide my time, gaining the monsters to me. Once this tower is mine, I shall have enough to kill those fools. And all shall be mine. I would have been mine sooner had not your wife interfered. Stupid woman. And I hear you managed to change the boy into a golem, but he's here now. Interesting how the two victims are so close to you, old friend. Nonetheless, the world shall be mine. Denoitnem is older now. He won't be of trouble to me anymore. And I doubt if you have studied any of the arts you sit upon. Once I have those,...all will fear the name of Demordar."

The haze diappeared, leaving a ragefilled Grilam. He snatched up his wand, and went to the railing surrounding the high room. Looking down, he cast a spell, calling the golem to him. The cat was unscratched, but disheveled. He put the golem back on its table, and pulled forth his cell phone. "C'mon Denoitnem, pick up. This is important!"
 
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