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Post by Grimone on Sept 12, 2023 19:30:44 GMT
Species - Half Elf Gender - Male Age - 630 yrs
Prophet of The Dark
An unnaturally cold wind rushed into the room as a dark hooded figure carrying a black elementum staff abruptly entered the room. The mere sight of him brought about an unintentional aura of despair to the two guards by the door that he did not intend. Unsheathing their swords they promptly stood in his way to block his entry.
Grimone casually pulled a small emerald from a pouch hanging at his side, muttering a few words in a hasty incantation. Waving the jewel before the guards as they promptly fell to the ground and began to snore as if caught in a deep sleep. The emerald crumbling into dust in his hands. With a huff he stepped forward into the room.
The prophet growled in annoyance at the last guard who stood by the dukes side before bowing slightly to pay his respects. "I assure you I mean no harm Baerm of House Zephey, Lord of Furiya. Please accept my sincerest apologies, but I come with an urgent matter to discuss with you and have no time for delays."
The mysterious figure lowered his hood to reveal a dark elf, or rather a half darkelf man. His demeanor one of true concern and his words devoid of any lies. "My name is Grimone, a humble nomad who comes with a dire warning for you and your people I hope you will listen, unlike the many others who have come before you."
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Post by Grimone on Sept 14, 2023 16:15:27 GMT
Species - Half Elf Gender - Male Age - 630 yrs
Prophet of The Dark
The prophet eyed the guards, understanding that even with his magic protection he was not invincible. Sure he could shadow travel out of there the same way he got in but that would only exasperate the situation. Taking a long, deep breath he closed his eyes and collected his wandering thoughts, forcing himself to focus.
Staring up at the clearly suspicious Duke of Furiya he knew he had to choose his words carefully. "I know I'm a stranger to you, but rest assured I am only trying to help." He glanced down at the high steel axe in the half orcs hand and took a step back before continuing. Briefly bumping into a pointed spear that nudged him further forward.
"Three weeks ago I received word of an incursion on the wall of Athigard. Hordes of shadows in monstrous form gathering beyond the edge of the empire." Grimone paused, waiting to see the dukes reaction, in the hope that a powerful noble such as him might take his warnings seriously for once. "I urge you to travel to the capitol and prepare to send reinforcements to Athigard. The enemy is vast and if the wall falls, so does the empire."
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Post by Grimone on Sept 17, 2023 22:17:16 GMT
Species - Half Elf Gender - Male Age - 630 yrs
Prophet of The Dark
Grimone looked in awe at the sigil above him, certainly mistakes had been made. You'd think after six centuries he would have learned his lesson about not jumping into a trap, yet here he was again. With a cautious smile he locked eyes with the Duke. A curious aura of calm and disappointment visible on his face.
He gripped his staff tightly and readied himself in case he had to make a run for the door. "Clearly I underestimated you my Lord, but regardless my intentions are pure. Please, you must heed my warning and meet with the emperor! The time is drawing close for the battle of our age and you must send reinforcements to Athigard!"
Slowly, and without hostility, he drew out another gem from his hex bag and opened his palm with the gem in hand as if to take the half orcs hand. "If you don't trust my words, then trust my eyes. This contains a simple spell that will reveal a memory of mine. A memory you simply must see for yourself."
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Post by Grimone on Sept 20, 2023 1:07:22 GMT
Species - Half Elf Gender - Male Age - 630 yrs
Prophet of The Dark
Grimone slightly nodded his face in understanding at the dukes threat before grasping his hand and infusing the gem with his energy. Activating it with a simple, yet eloquent incantation spoken in infernal. Suddenly their vision went black and Grimone stood side by side with the Duke atop the immense black iron wall.
The fortress city of Athigard to their backs and tall mountains to the east and west. A single passage could be seen leading out past the mountains into a dry barren wasteland that smelt of ash and sulfur. Point out towards the lands beyond the black wizard finally spoke.
"Just watch the horizon..." In the distance near the farthest extent of their vision. A collection of many thousands of small twinkling lights could be seen. Shifting in through the sudden cloud of mist that enveloped the wasteland. Like ten thousand stars had fallen to the ground and had slowly lost their brightness.
Then movement catches their eye, a sudden flash of a hulking figure hunched and exuding a cloud of black smog. Tossing a boulder sized chunk of molten magma at the one hundred foot high iron wall. The creature easily rivaled a giant in size even when hunched over. Then another figure appeared, this time oozing from the eyes and thrashing wildly at the base of the wall with claws and fags as long as it's own body. Then another, and another and another.
Soon dozens of hideous eldritch abominations rushed forward. Each unique in form and shape, utterly horrifying to observe. Grim motioned for Baerm to turn. Revealing a long line of archers, trebuchets and ever some javelin throwers taking pot shots at the beasts closest to the wall. In the distance a cry for help echoed across the line of soldiers as if in a panic.
Grim then turned to face the half orc Duke and tried to explain. "It's been like this for months. First it was once a week, now it's every day. More of them come each time and soon enough the guardians of Athigard won't have the soldiers or supplies required to repel this constant assault."
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Post by Grimone on Sept 21, 2023 19:03:52 GMT
Species - Half Elf Gender - Male Age - 630 yrs
Prophet of The Dark
Grimone made an audible sigh of relief as the captain left the room. The gem turning to dust in his hand as the spell it contained was consumed. It had been so long since anyone took his prophetic warnings seriously. Let alone a high ranking Duke, the patriarch of furiya of all people. "So does this mean I'm free to leave? I assume you're not going to execute me after finally seeing the truth with your own eyes."
Still sensing an aura of uncertainty from the guards, he smiled and turned back towards the door, facing away from the half orc noble before taking a few steps forward. Stopping after one of the guards raised a spear to block his path. Grim lowered his head and gripped his staff. The amulet around his neck glowing ever so slightly. "Or perhaps not..."
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Post by Grimone on Sept 23, 2023 17:47:21 GMT
Species - Half Elf Gender - Male Age - 630 yrs
Prophet of The Dark
The Black Wizard leaned on his staff before making eye contact with the duke yet again. An obviously look of frustration on his face. He considered simply walking out the door and letting his amulet knock out the guards as they struck him. Chuckling to himself at the thought he decided against causing a scene that may give a bad impression.
"Sure... I'll go with you to the capitol. But make no mistake, I will NOT be your prisoner." His eyes seemed to sparkle with malicious intent as if daring the soldiers around him to try and force his cooperation. Well then, with that dreadful business out the way we shouldn't delay. I assume it may take a while to prepare your ship my lord. I suppose I'll see you onboard your sky vessel."
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Baerm Zephey
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Post by Baerm Zephey on Sept 24, 2023 21:18:23 GMT
Castle Zephey - Outskirts of Zethir
The half orc was stern with this intruder, but he was no fool. He understood full well the struggle of taking a skilled sorcerer prisoner and it was no easy feat. Possible... But difficult, expensive and time consuming. He'd rather kill him now and save himself a headache later.
Unfortunately this wizard had insight into current events that Baerm simply didn't possess. Decided to do things the easy way, he tentatively waved a hand for his guards to let the cloaked trespasser come with them on his own accord.
A risky move, but one he'd have to deal with later. Making a few arrangements with the guards and summoning his advisors soon after to make preparations, he left the room. Much was occuring up north and if the Duke wanted his own plans to succeed, the true enemy had to be dealt with first.
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