War of the Immortals

[Isolde]

Adriana placed her head on her arms and shivered. She did not know what to do anymore. It would be so easy to say yes to his question and then never have to deal with any of this anymore.

Than she felt like a coward. Cristian was dealing with something that he was afraid to tell her about yet he was not running away.

"Tell me, Cristian," She said softly,"If I should lose control again, how hard would it be for someone to control the power that I have?" Before he could answer, she said,"Nevermind-I know and it scares me to death. Sometimes I feel that the only safe thing to do is lock myself away so that the world will not be in danger. The wise mage of my village knew and that is why he did what he did."

"You have said you need me. I do not know how but I am sure that I will find out in time. I have a promise to keep to you and I will do that no matter the cost to myself. But I will not endanger the world for that is too high a cost. So I as a favor from you-the only one I will ever ask. Teach me to control this power that was placed upon me so that none may use it least I wish it."

 

[Angelus]

"If I can then I will teach you how to use this power, how to harness it, how to use it for good purposes only and how to tell good from evil. I too have a promise to keep to you and I will not fail in keeping that promise no matter what happens to you. And I have come to realize something, now that I have this new power inside me I can see it, you have a little of my essence- my life force if you want to call it that inside you."

Cristian took a step towards her and tried to think of what to say, what to do to make her feel as if she was safe in this tower. She was his closest friend and wanted nothing more than to keep her safe and away from danger but knew that it was impossible, with this war coming he would need her more than anything and it scared him more than he dared to admit.

 

[Isolde]

Adriana nodded at Cristian's statement about their connecton, taking it as truth simply because he said it. She had felt something drawing her to him but could never explain what it was. She knew he would explain further when he thought she was ready for it.

Rising, she tried to hold back the tears. She had shed enough in his prescence. Yet, once she looked straight into his eyes, she found herself in his arms, hugging him to her, her face buried in his chest.

"Oh, Cristian, I thought I had lost the only friend I have ever had. The feeling was horrible. And it did not help that I began to doubt myself and lose control. I have never known such fear before."

 

[Angelus]

Cristian stood there shocked, he felt exactly the same way when he found himself out in that frozen wasteland. He thought that he would never get back and see Adriana, his closest friend ever again. He placed one arm around her waist and said, "I have. When I was out on the frozen wasteland, alone and freezing the only thing that I could think of was that I would never see you, my closest friend again and it almost destroyed me."

He held her closer and whispered into her ear, "I will never leave you again. You have my promise on that because we are connected now and nothing can ever break that."

 

[Isolde]

Adriana nodded into his chest and then stood back to look up at him, unshed tears glistening in her eyes but a smile on her face.

"Then all will be well, Cristian," She said, a lilt coming back to her voice. "Now, let us go out to the others and plan what we shall do."

 

[Angelus]

Cristian opened the door to the room and said, "Ladies first." before standing aside and allowing Adriana to walk into the labratory. He then walked into the labratory behind her and said, "Okay, I am going to need your help and if you will work together I think that I have a plan."

 

[Angelus]

Garath sat in his large throne like chair and looked at the now dark, shattered mirror. How had that white mage gotten so powerful so quickly, it was just not possible

He got to his feet and walked to the mirror, looked at it and tried to repair it with his magic but found that every time he tried nothing happened, it was as if it had been shattered with pure good and could never be touched by evil again but he knew that that was impossible because the only pure good beings in the world were the gods and their minions and this white mage did not look like one.

Garath walked out of the room in a foul mood and to the labratory where he looked through his spell book, finding the perfect spell. He turned to where the circle on the floor still sat and began chanting the words to a powerful spell.

As soon as he had finished his spell there was a blast of light and Garath turned his head to avoid looking straight at it. When he opened his eyes and turned his head he saw a large demon standing there who looked at him with evil intentions written in his eyes.

"Ertaris, I have a job for you. It is something that you are going to enjoy."

The demon flexed its muscles and looked at the dark mage, "Tell me more Garath, for as you know I am very impatient."

 

[poohlive]

"We're not going to get in trouble, are we?"
Garret lifted the saddle off Wyld, brushing the coarse hair underneath. Rana was doing the same, getting Chocolate ready for bed. They would both need to act as if nothing ever happened. Twilight had already sunk in, the sun long since disapearing over the western mountains.
Rana looked at him, with fear in her eyes. Garret shook his head, and walked over to her.
"No, we aren't. Just think of it as a bad dream, ok?"
"Yeah."
There was something in her response that didn't seem too comforting. She was still frightened, more than he would allow himself to believe. Garret put an arm around her, walking towards the house. Mother stood in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Hello Mother."
Her stern glare passed over him, and onto his sister, "You all right? You were gone an awful long time."
"We're fine," she said, a little too quickly, "Just watched the sunset, it's beautiful near the stream."
Her gaze went back to Garret, although she was still speaking to Rana.
"I bet, what with all those trees in the way."
"I... uhhhh," Rana began.
Mother took his sister's arm and pulled her inside, "Go to bed sweety. Your brother and I need to talk."
She knew. How did she know? How could she know? He only did it once, and it was far off from the house. Even if she had followed him on a horse, he still would have heard her, or something.
Garret followed his mother down to the cellar. That was where most of the beating took place, so the screams couldn't reach out too far. She went to the far wall, taking hold of one of her jars of jam.
She pulled it down.
The entire side wall opened up slowly. Garret couldn't believe it, this was something only a person read about, or heard from a traveling storytellers, who had a lute or something and sang for money.
Inside was a whole other room. Bottles, viles, tubes, potions, liquids of all kinds filled the shelves. Books, piles and piles of books were stacked on the floor of one side. He looked around him, no natural light came to this room, but he could see everything clearly just the same.
Mother walked over to the huge table at the center of the room. There was a huge black pot beside her. She opened a book and began to read quietly.
Garret didn't know what to do, he stayed as far back from the wall as possible. A lump came to his throat, the feeling of tightness and contriction seemed to have intensified in here.
"You have strong magic running through your veins, you know that, don't you."
Garret didn't know what to say, he was stuck, frozen in his place. His mind ran off with instant thoughts of witches and mages and magic, but he still didn't compute it all.
"Your my son. Any son of mine has great magic, but you have a good heart. I knew that the day you were born, your heart will always be good and true."
A large rat walked up to him. He wanted to kick it away, but couldn't, his body had frozen completely. He knew this wasn't just him, he couldn't move his body. She had done something, his mother stopped him from moving.
"I tried to change that, make it a bitter heart. I kept everything strict, took you out to a place with no friends, let your father beat you regularly, but none of it worked, your heart stayed pure. Then you started using your natural abilities."
She poured something from a tube into the pot. A small pink cloud rose slowly. It smelled terrible, worse than anything he had ever smelled in his life. Being on a farm, with stalls that needed to be cleaned regularly, that was saying a lot.
"You used everything for good, and not for you own personal gain. Growing flowers... helping your sister with her leg, all of it simple tricks any mage can do, but still it was used to help."
She dropped a cup into the pot and brought it back up, full. With a smile on her face she walked over to him. Garret tried to move, again trying something to get him functioning again, but it was no use.
"I knew, after today that I couldn't train you in the arts of black magic, and if I allow you to leave here you might destroy everything we have been working on these past years. This will take care of all that. Now don't worry, it isn't poison. It's just a little encantation, something to make you see the dark side of things, permanently."
She placed the cup to his lips, "Open up now, it's good for you. Mother knows best."

 

[Cryo]

OOC; I'm going to be away from my computer for about 2 days consecutuvely, so someone better speak for me when necessary.


IC; Ether stood up and turned to Lokken. The incident with Isole was inconsequential now. Adrianna is inconsequestial. Christian is no longer an issue. Now all that remains is one Evil man, and an end to the 27 year quest for which he has been chosen.

He drew his BLizzard Katana. The long, wickedly sharp, blue ice blade hummed with anticipation and eminated with a chill rivaled by death.

It's all down to this.

Stepping to the prone Lokken, he slowly traced the symbol of Cryo in the ice containing the wizard.

Finally over...

One swipe, faster than sight, cut open the ice, freeing and exposing Lokken.

No More...

With a roar, Ether lunged at Lokken with such a force that the blade embeddid itself into the wall up to his own shoulder.

Before the deathblow could be struck home though, Lokken dissapeared with a residual laugh....

Ether's anger was so much so that the entire countryside was struck with a ferocious ice storm.

Than he left. He was gone frim the confides of the tower. His destiny awaited him elsewhere....

 

[Morgoth]

"Damn Ice man, why doesn't he realize I am no longer evil?" shouted Lokken. "Re-Teleport" he said and appeared back in the tower. He walked to where he sensed Christian. "Christian, I do believe that Ether is treacherous. He just tried to kill me", said Lokken, not lying.

 

[Isolde]

Isolde looked at Lokken with narrowed eyes.
"Quite frankly, I would trust neither of you," She said and then, shrugging off her quiver and bow, she turned to Cristian.

"What is this plan that you have in mind? If it will free my master from his prison of sleep I will do whatever you require of me."

 

[Cryo]

OOC; THat's very trecherous. Good plot twist!


IC;........I have nothing to say yet

 

[Angelus]

"I do not believe that Ether is treacherous, he is just following his own way; a way that I fear could lead us fighting him. I wish that I could avoid it but I know that he is trying to restore the balance of the worlds, by any means necessary and that includes killing anyone in this room."

He stood before everyone and looked at them one by one before looked at Isolde, "My dear lady, the first thing that I am going to do is see if I can come up with some way to help your master. Someone up here," he tapped his temple, "must know of a way and if they do then I can free him. After I have done that then we have to try to get an army of some sort together for I know that there is no way that we can, just the four of us can destroy Garath."

He turned to Lokken, "If you will do this for me I wish that you would go back to your dimension and bring back enough allies to help in the coming battle, they would be much appreciated and tell them what is at stake. If they don't respond to that tell them that there will be a glorious battle, with as much bloodshed as they can handle before them."

He turned to Adriana, "Adriana, my closest friend. I will teach you how to use your gift so that you will able to use it without having to use your anger or any strong emotions to make it powerful for that way can only lead to evil and I will teach you how to be able to know who and what is evil."

 

[Isolde]

Isolde

Isolde nodded.
"Should you succeed, I am sure my master will join the cause," She told him,"As will I-though what help I can be to such powerful mages is yet to be seen."

 

[Isolde]

Adriana

Adriana smiled at Cristian.
"I am at your diposal, My Teacher," She said to him,"I am most anxious to learn how to keep my 'gift' from being misused even by myself. Only then will I have true freedom of choice."

 

[Angelus]

Cristian looked at Lokken.
"I hope that you join us on the road to Isolde's home. I don't think that the trip would be the same without you and I mean that."

He then turned to the other two,
"Get ready to go on a trip as we leave in about two days time. I have a few things that I have to finish up first and you must have things that you need to do so we will be leaving at first light two days from now to Isolde's home where I will see if I can do something to heal your master but if I can't then I hope that Lokken can, if he comes along."

 

[poohlive]

"Open up," she said insistantly.
He could feel his own lips parting slightly, ready to take in the liquid. He would become a slave to dark magic, he would still be alive, yes, but only a pawn, a tool of evil. Was he this important, so important that a mother of over sixteen years would sacrifice her only son? He wasn't, he knew he wasn't. He was simply a farm boy, who could do little tricks sometimes, thats all. Truely it was all, wasn't it?
He had to do something, he had to stop this. How, how does one even try to stop a spell? How does one even make one? His heart slumped, he didn't know. There was a reason he didn't know, because his mother knew he would use it against her, which is exactly what he wanted to use it for.
She had raised him like a farmhand, and that was all he knew.
She brought the cup to his lips. The foul smell ran up his nose. He couldn't hardly stand it, instinctively his hand twiched upwards to push it away.
His hand twiched?
He tried moving something again, his leg. It actually moved, although very slowly. The spell was broken, but his mother didn't know that. She stood, ready to pour liquid death into him.
He backed up, tingling all over as the spell left him. His mother looked at him in complete surprise.
"You got out, but how?"
Garret moved to the wall, looking for a way out, but only found cold stone staring back at him. There had to be a trick lever, or something that he could push to open the door.
There wasn't. He turned around, his back against the wall. She was staring at him, one of her hands in the air. He saw a swirl of smoke begin to circle her hand. Then, she threw it into the corner. Her sister suddenly appeared, bound in chains on the opposite wall of him.
She stared at him, with wild crazy eyes. Garret wanted to go help her, go do something, but he couldn't. He was trapped between a mom and a hard place.
His mother walked over to Rana, kneeling down. She took the cup and placed it near her mouth.
"Garret, I don't want this to take too long, I do have other things to do tonight. Now, either you take this potion, or you stay there, like a coward, and let your sister take it for you."
He looked up at his sister. She stared back at him, tears in her eyes. He couldn't let his mother take Rana, but at the price of his freedom?
"I'm not a patient woman," she said, moving the cup closer.
"All right all right. Please don't hurt her. I'll take it."
She nodded, an evil smile on her lips. She walked over to him, her cold stare never leaving his.
"Now, open your mouth and drink it all, every drop. I don't want any tricks, or secret spells you have hidden from me. Your going to drink this, or your sister will die."
She placed the cup in his hand. He moved it up, not wanting to drink it, but knowing it would mean death to Rana if he didn't.
He placed the cup to his lips.

 

[Morgoth]

"Let's get going", said Lokken to the other two, slinging a bag of heavy weapons and tools over his shoulder. "The quicker we revive your magic, the quicker we recruit my dimension", he continued, now mounting a horse.

 

[Isolde]

Isolde nodded.
"I will go to the next town and replenish my arrows and my rations. I will come back when I am done and meet you here."

 

[Isolde]

Adriana

Adriana spoke to Cristian,"I have nothing save the few things I brought. I also do not have money for anything-it was not necessary in my tower. So when you are ready than I am."

 

[Angelus]

Cristian looked at Lokken and cursed him for his impatience but he figured out that he was right, if they were going to help out Isolde's teacher then save the dimensions they couldn't spend two days sitting around and doing nothing. He turned to Adriana and handed her a pouch, "That should be enough to get everything that you will need. Follow Isolde as she will know exactly what to get." He then closed his eyes and thought of one of his most rudimentary spells.

Just then there was the sound of something coming through the trees and after Cristian opened his eyes he went downstairs to see a pure white horse appear from the trees in front of him. The horse looked straight at Cristian and walked up to him, putting its mouth into his raised hand. Cristian smiled and reached up his other hand, patting the horse on the head, he leaned forward and said into the horses ear, "Are you ready Nimbus, I have need of you."

The horse, Nimbus whinied in response and stood there. Cristian then walked inside to gather his gear, he knew that he was going to need them on this trip.

[Edited by Angelius on 01-05-2001 at 03:06 PM]

 

[Isolde]

The trip to the town was...interesting...to say the least. Adriana wanted to touch and experience everything and Isolde wanted to get the things that they needed and be done quickly. The elf held her impatience though as she realized how the girl must feel as Adriana had told her the story of her life as they walked. The two women had bonded instantly-Isolde figured it was because what little love she had recieved had been from her mother.

They finally started back to the tower loaded with supplies and leading two of the best horses that the town had to offer. The night was drawing close. Adriana was constantly petting and murmuring to her animal-she had never had an animal before and she had fallen in love with the mount the minute she saw him.

"Isnt he lovely?," She crooned to Isolde who assured her, for what seemed to be, the thousandth time that, indeed he was.

Suddenly Isolde caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. It was if a shadow had passed across her vision and then disappeared into the shadows of the woods.

Isolde drew her sword, she had left her bow and arrow at the tower. "Stay here with the mounts," She told Adriana,"I am going to check this out. Do not move I shall be back."

Adriana looked at her puzzled. "Check what out?," She said for she had not seen anything but Isolde was no longer there to answer the question.

 

[Cryo]

Isole stealthily made her way through the forest, carefully combing the leaves and underbrush for something suspicios, without being seen herself. Eventually, she came to a large tree with a strange Arcane symbol frozen into the surface. She did not recognise the symbol, even though she's had some magical training. Closer inspection revieled that it was not infact an arcane symbol, but a crude picture. Forgetting stealth, she breaks for a run for her hourse.

It was a picture of a man being stabbed.

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Christian was talking to his new aquaintance Lokken. They were discussing possible ways to break this odd magic that befel Isole's father. Suddenly, a crossbow dart crashed through the window, bouncing off of a barrior Lokken instinctively set up. Than a number of other projectiles followed. Some Rocks, lumps of food, an icicle... All of which were harmelessly nocked away by Lokken's Barrier. Moving away from the window, he brushed up against a wall, which began to freeze under his touch. He pulled away befor he could get trapped. The projectile shower was starting to drain on Lokken's ability to maintain it. Shouting a quick prayer to the evil god Belial, He created a Pillar of flame around the tower, abruptly ending the attack.
"You see how he attacks us!" said Lokken, "THat Ice man knows no limits to his evils."
Christian simply nodded, but bothered still by the nagging notion that none of the attacks were directed at him...

 

[Angelus]

Cristian watched the attack and then decided he had had enough, he had to find out what was happening. He thought of a mental picture of Ether and disappeared to show up in an instant next to Ether who was just about to throw another icicle. He reached out his hands and shouted out, "That is enough!"

The icicle that Ether was about to throw shattered causing Ether to looked at him with wide eyes as Cristian said, "I want to know what is going on and I want to know now."

 

[Isolde]

Isolde and Adriana rode up on their horses. They had abandoned leading the horses and had riden them hard the rest of the way.

Bursting upon the scene in the room, Isolde glared at all the men. "We ride, NOW!," She said gathering up her bow and arrows. This tower is marked for assasins and everyone in it is a target....even the girl."

She was trying to catch her breath when Adriana came into the room, looking around with wide eyes. Isolde quickly scetched out what had happened in the woods.

"It is an advertisment for assasins. Someone wants to hire them to take care of our little band. I know because when my father and I were practicing in the woods one day we came across something similar to this. He explained to me what it ment and how to read it to know who it was ment for."

"If we dont leave now, we will be sitting ducks. I have seen the most powerful of mages fall from a sneak attack. Magic does not work if the mage does not have time to prepare and act."