The Tale of a Legend Lost.....

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

"Idological... Their religion disgusted me... Cruel and foolish... They saw death as some sort of release, and there for thought it was an HONOR to die for their god... They even drew lots to see who would be next to apease this phantom god... I spoke against the tradtions..." Rothalis sighed.

 

[Cryo]

Ether

The ice man was worried. "What god do you speak of, phantom or not" he asked. Ether was starting to get an Idea of what might be going on in the world, even if he still had no clue as to what's been even happening locally.
"It was.... I'm not sure. the people called this god "Pacalon" or "Paklon" or "pakalona" or something. I have never heard anything about a god by that name before through...."
"hmmm" Ether thought to himself.
"You know something, don't you?" asked Lokken
"I need to go somewhere for a short while. Stay here untill I get back."
"Your going to see the oracle again, arn't you? well I must tag along!"
"Lokken, the oracle is guarded by an etherial magic that makes it impossible for mortals without utmost reason to access. Besides, you are needed to help this man"
"You are no more immortal than I" said Lokken, pointing at Ether's many scars.
Ether nodded. "I am an abomination of nature, unforseen by the gods when they enacted the safeguards. But my intent is sill true"
Rothalus looked at the two in confusion, as if they were speaking another language. Legends of the northern oracle were lost to the ages many years befor he was born, so he had no clue as to what they were talking about.
"Well good luck my friend" said lokken" we'll be right here when you return"

 

[Morgoth]

"Well, go", said Lokken. When Ether left, Lokken turned to Rothalis. "You say your peoples' god was a god of death?" he asked, his curiosity sparked.

 

[Cryo]

The storm picked up as the small, lone figure made his way across the tundra. The winds raged and howelled, Snow blew harn enough to crack steal, visibility was reduced to less than nothing, as a well protected eye would have frozen under the brillinat glair that beamed with the storm.

Ether was in bliss.

The safeguards around the northern oracle were enacted by the gods to protect it from all but those with the utmost reasons and determinations to do so. The ice and magical winds were of such power that volcanon himself, the god of fire, in full rage, would have met his demise.
Ether had less than utmost reason and determination to enter, so the storm was made all the more difficult, all the more chilling, all the more deadly.
Being the abomination that he was, half ice elemental, even the full force of the gods did little but slow him down.
Suddenly, the sorm stopped, and the winds died down. Upon looking behind him, Ether noticed that the storm hadn't died down, that it was kept away from the temple of the oracle by some kind of dome. Indeed it looked like there was a solid storm out there, perfectly smooth, that you could touch.
Touch it he did not though. Making his way to the center of the calm area, he entered a large dome, surrounded by 30 flying butresses. Inside the dome was a room much larger than you would have thought possible. Geometrically shapped, doorways, each equadistant from the ones next to it, each bearing the symbol of it's concurrent god were closed, the shrines kept concieled for all times.
Ether stepped to the center, and stood perfectly still in the center of an equalatteral triangle. The points of the triangle began glowing and 3 beams of light shot out towared 3 of the doors. One to the Good god of wisdom, one to the neutral god of knowlegde, and one to the evil god of concielment. Beams of light shot from 3 other doors at eyelevel towared Ether. The doors to the Archabejio, the god of life, Polipanous, the god of balance, and Belial, the god of death.

Mortal that is son of man, Son of ice, and son of land. Tell us your question, you have merely three. Tell us and we will answer thee.



OOC: from this point, I need someone else to take over the voice of the oracle. It needs to be poetic, and sketchy, but direct.

 

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

"All I know is that my people were commanded by holy decree to cast lots, and if they... Won... They were slaughtered, their hearts tossed into a fire pit to apeaze this god..." Rothalis said with disgust in his voice.

 

[Morgoth]

"That's disgusting!" exclaimed Lokken. "I personally worship Belial, god of Darkness. We simply worship him. He simply tells me where to go and that I must help and I do. For example, this is my third visit to this dimension", said Lokken.

OOC: Cryo: I'd be the oracle, but I am not good at poetry and not sure what you want said.

 

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

"After seeing what insanity this god brought to my people, I have little want to associate myself with any of these gods..." Rothalis stated flatly.

 

[Morgoth]

"In my dimension, gods can walk upon the Earth, so there is no need for the idiotic and disgusting activities among humans that you previously mentioned", said Lokken.

 

[poohlive]

The light awoke him. A small crack in the wall shown the dawn down towards him. He had pulled up some straw for a pillow during the night, and he could feel it itching his scalp. The sun was up, the meant...
The doors creaked open. He looked over just in time to see the guards nodding their head solemnly. He got the hint, and was up in a minute. He followed them through twists and turns in the prison until they were all outside.
A chariot held two other guards, two horses led the front. They looked fresh and ready to run the entire day. He shook his head, and stepped onto the chariot.
With a crack of the whip, the horses were off. They travelled in through the day, and on into sunset. With a little more than a push, he was by himself. The chariot raced back to the city, with little more than a glance back. Garret watched until they were out of sight. The sun, now a mere blink on the horizon, looked at him alone in the desert.
He looked down at his feet, if he were to survive this journey, he would have to remember these tracks. They were the only way back to water. He began a brisk walk, knowing that he would never make it, but trying anyway.

 

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

"Sounds a much better demention to live in..." Rothalis sighed. "I was exiled with another... I fear he be dead by now..."

 

[Cryo]

OOC; ok, you can forget about taking over the voice of the oracle.


IC; The door to the igloo blew open with such force that the walls cracked. Ether stapped in with such a deepset look in his aged eyes, that rothalus was scared out of his wits. Lokken had seen this look befor, and knew not to question it, but was still worried by the intensity.
"Were leaving" Ether said, and turned around. Plunging into the cold sunny air without grabbing any supplies or waiting for his friends, He went south.
The sky was clear. THe sun hung low but steadily over the blue horizon, a horizon that stretched in every direction. But something was wrong. Only after his second loop, taking in the vista, did lokken put a finger on what was wrong.
The eternal storm hiding the north pole was gone as well, leaving a void, empty, expance of white and blue, a calm so natural yet unnatural that it frigntened him.

 

[Morgoth]

"Hmmm. Interesting. I don't believe that in any of my visits have I seen such phenomena", said Lokken aloud, to no one in particular.

 

[Cryo]

OOC; this is going nowhere. I guess that it's my fault.

Ok, to wrap things up, an ordinary man, an evil man, who somehow has a grudge against Ether found a powerfull artifact from the ancient peoples that allows him to imitate a god. Shifting the balance, he seekd to take over the world in his demi-godlike status by controlling it under an iron fist (a lethal fist too, as we have seen). Also big on double entandra, his plan to take over the world also had a subtle plan to trap Ether and kill him. He succeded, but not before the ice man, Lokken, Rothalus, and garret destroyed the artifact and left the guy to the hands of thousands of angry people.

As Ether lay dying, he said "Lokken, my soul is in the hands of cryo now. Please take care of her...she's all I have...left......" Lokken could only asume that Ether meant Fhuaar, his fire siren girlfriend of many years past...



Sorry, I know I suck at this, but at least it's not an unfinished quest this time! <winks at morgoth>