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The Ebon Skull · Visitor Joined: 13 Apr 2009 Posts: 5

The most astute of mages and sorcerers begin to sense faintly in the dead of Sosarian Spring night waves of corruptive energy weakly passing over the totality of Sosaria from a city long laid to ruins, from a pit deeper then imagination.

Those branded many years ago during the rule of the Order of the Ebon Skull with the mark of the order upon their palm, suddenly, after years of faded inactivity are drawn to their violent illumination. Waves of strong entropic energy, while quickly fading wash over them as the sounds of Sosaria are drowned out by a vast multitude of voices of the fallen collective beyond the Shroud beginning to speak in savage unity.

What was torn asunder shall be made whole again…

Offer to us once more your burnt offerings, your supplications…your lives…

You shall be released from the fetters of your slavery…

Your broken forms shall be made anew…

The last of the Virtues shalt be undone…

The last of the Man Kings shalt fight only to fall…

The world shalt be torn asunder, and the skies shalt be no more within the blackness...

The Void shalt pour forth the forces of Oblivion…

Suddenly the voices converge into one single voice, while a hushed whisper it is instantly recognizable to the denizens of the throne of Golgotha, the call of the Vanquished Multitude…the voice of the Ebon Skull...

You are MINE!

With that the power as quickly as it came subsided and the brands of the Ebon Skull’s former faithful went dull again as their ears adjusted to the silence of the living world around them.

Beyond the fabrics of worlds…he laughs.

Arakad · Lore Keeper Joined: 02 Jan 2005 Posts: 940

The wind of Umbra howled with the cries of the night, Reapers scraping their branches against dead trees, Gargoyles chanting their spells for the nights kill, and the howl of the wolves in the night echo through the dark star lit skies. Arakad stood there in the arch of the balcony entrance, staring out over the land of Malas, his land. He never once concidered himself a leader - never once thought himself worthy of any significance but still there were those that came to him and sought his advice.

Turning the Meer looked upon the bed and the sleeping Matriarch, soundless steps to her side as he knelt and placed a gentle kiss upon her brow. With the waking of new loyalties, old loyalties were long but forgotten. In the end where will the heartless ferryman stand. In the end, Only Fate will know.

Returning his view to the side and out the Balcony, the Patriarch stared into the abyss of the land of Umbra and the dead forest that surrounded it, and those star saphire eyes pulsed with a new sensation. The Skull has returned - and his powers are growing again. Years it seems his magic has dwindled ... now with a clenchd fist over the metal plated mask in hand, he could feel the power swirl within his veins - the surge of energy flowing beneath his skin. Even the birth brands of the Eternal blood line pulsed with a new vigor over his body.

Could it be true ... has Oblivion returned to the lands? Once he was the Guardian of the Skull - once he stood amongst the warriors of the Abyss in keeping Malas pure.

"Yes" a whisper, a thought and an action in one as he tossed the black mask into the fiery brazier at the edge of the balcony. A cats grin crossing the meer's face as he thought of the atrocities he has missed. Flexing his right hand from the tingling sensation of Oblivions touch he couldn't help but pitty those that would stand in its wake this time around.

A force of reckoning shall fall upon the land with a final blow.

Molly · Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 10:35 pm Post subject:

She squeels as she cluches at her forhead. The fire sears as tears well in her eyes. As the pain burns into her flesh, she grabs Will's arm, squeezing, as she sits upright in the bed. There back! she breaths out with terrored whispers as she faints in her startled husband's arms.

He examines beneith her clutched hand looking closely at her forhead. He understands what this means and a look of shock and concern crosses his face. The scar, usually faded is eluminated with a firy light that ebbs as a lava river into blackness, then disapears away as he watches. Her color returns to normal and the indistinctive scar returns as it was and has been for many years, barely visible.

He holds her close, her head in his lap, stroking her auburn locks until she is breathing easier. He kisses her head and whispers, It's alright I am here. She opens her eyes and looks up at him with less fear and nods, too week to respond. You will be alright in the morning Love. he says to her, not revealing the worry he feels in his heart. He eases her back on the pillow and she falls asleep once again, the pain gone and the fear subsided, as he lays by her, awake but unmoving, so not to disturb her. The Skull, again..., he thinks to himself as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her close.
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Sabrae Veladorn · Visitor Joined: 24 Nov 2004 Posts: 2

Sabrae sat in the middle of the woods, not sure why she was there but unable to care. She knew she had gotten away. She stared up at the strange trees and the things that seemed to grow from them.

Suddenly her eyes went bright red and she curled up in pain, staring at her palm. Glaring at it with immense hatred she shook her head and screamed, 'No! It can't be! It's not possible!'

She quickly looked around for anyone in the area. While she had somewhat desired the taste of blood and death, being with the paladins had somehow taught her the sense of life.

*shaking her head quickly she screamed as loud as she could and heard the birds and wild life scatter in fear*

She stood up straight with a purpose and started to make her way through the forest blindly, thinking to herself, "Could it be? Really? Has Oblivion really not abandoned us?"

Ceinwyn ab'Arawn · Transcendent Spammer Joined: 13 Dec 2004 Posts: 5017

She felt it as surely as she felt the stirrings of new spring life in the western territory of the realm. The tingle of energy crawled over her skin as she stood on the roof, gazing toward Umbra.

This is what Arakad meant.

Like those who revel in the scent of the first spring breeze, she stood, arms wide and head back, allowing herself to bask in the energies. She was aware of all the possibilities, good or bad, that might result. She was aware, and she gave a light shrug to no one in particular. It would do no good to think of that, only let Fate deal the hand it would deal. Half her mouth lifted in a sly grin and she found herself looking forward to it.

Mairsil · Lore Master Joined: 02 Jan 2004 Posts: 1241

Within the large dark Caverns of Wind, the sound of air rushing agasint stone echoed off the walls. It was a sound the lichdrow had known in both his past life and in the present, for the many months that he had worked secluded from the surface world.

His hand twitched, his eyes narrowing in anger at this disruption, something more palpable than the wind sending a ripple through the spirits that circled him now.

Barl De'Abreago brought his hand down across his body to his side swiftly as he strode forward, violently dismissing the collected souls, silencing their moans with a final scream.

It was his dry voice that then pierced the silence, saturated in loathing.

Darrien Church

It was only a name. It was the only name.

In a world in which Oblivion had failed and Barl's approach to necromancy thrived... It was the only name, the only being, that would try and force this force anew.

A threat arised that had long since been dismissed.
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Kal'iksix · Guest

Kal'iksix's eyes flew wide open after sensing an odd feeling while in deep in prayer to her Dark Mother. She was puzzled by the sensation. She questioned her Mother about it only to get silence in return. A wicked smile crossed her face as she sensed a feeling of total chaos about to befall Sosaria. She rose quickly, extinguished the flames of her candles, and went to find the Priestess, HELL anyone who could explain this feeling she had felt.

Bishimi · Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:46 am Post subject:

Bishimi sat deep in meditation as he had for hours now. All knew not to bother him when this was the case but that did not stop Solar. She burst into the room clearly agitated but bishimi did not flinch...he was expecting her and knew exactly why she was here.

"Soke!" she began "there is something...not right. I feel it in the air, all around us." she paused for a moment struggling to find words. "its like a whisper...it promises me everything i ever wanted..." Bishimi quickly cut her words short "but in the same voice threatens to take it all away?" The priestess simply nodded at his words. "It is weak here not like the other night." Bishimi said. Solar quickly asked "The other night?" "Hai" he said softly as he rose to his feet "the tavern, the feeling was stronger in their lands, this means it is their problem."

Bishimi left the room sure in his theory but Solar only sighed to her self and mumbled "Thats what i wanted to tell you, this felling is growing here and soon it will all our problem."

Valentein · Visitor Joined: 13 Apr 2009 Posts: 13 Location: Deceased.

Valen sifted the dying embers of the campfire with a dead twig, attempting to coax more light out of it. Failing, sighed to himself and moved his tome aside. The essence of the Spiritwood permeated all existence: The sounds and scents filled the spring air, and even the canopy above darkened the full moon. The remains of the fire cast a deep orange light across the small clearing, causing shadows to dance around the young mage and his perpetual companion. Jessie had dozed off nearby, resting against a tree. The glow from the embers glinted off the blade at her side, and softly illuminated her peaceful face. Valen smiled, then turned his attention back to his tome, and the dying light. He tossed a few smaller pieces of wood into the fire, then rummaged around in his coat until he procured a small pouch of pungent odours. The words that passed his lips, though whispered, vibrated with power.

"In Lor". The mage blinked as the world was illuminated, grinned, then settled back to his reading.

Hours passed, and the flames were once again dying. A small breeze had picked up, sending the pages of his text fluttering. Valen glanced up, tiredly rubbing at his eyes as a strange sensation, almost cold, had started grazing his chest beneath his clothing. He attempted to stop the flipping pages, then everything was plunged into blackness. The scars and lines on his chest stung with a deep, dull cold as he was touched by faint energies, flowing through the night.

What is this? He thought, night rolling over him and disrupting his earlier spell. His brow furrowed, but he could no longer concentrate. The night reacted with the sensation in his chest and clouded his mind. He lay back, discomfort and immaterial sensations arcing through the markings on his chest and the fog in the pit of his mind. He closed his eyes, making vain attempts to regain mental composure until the late hour took it's toll on his body and mind, and he drifted off into a fitful, troubled sleep.

He was awakened by a loud sizzling, and the enticing scent of charred pork. He cringed as his eyes greeted the brightening dawn, and took in the sight of his sister, now fully dressed, leaning over the cookfire, preparing food.

"Morning. You look happy to be awake," Jessie said sarcastically as she stood, brushing off her leggings. She walked over and offered him a hand. Valen took it, head reeling as he was pulled upwards. "You stayed up all night, didn't you?"

"No, I slept. Just not well enough to make a difference." He took a deep breath and shook his head to wake himself. Jessie walked back over to the fire, pulling a skillet from the flames and setting it down on a flat rock as Valen sniffed at the air. "What did you make?"

"Just try some, and see if you can tell what I put in it." She took out a fork, sticking into the skillet and bringing up a mouthful for herself. Chewing, she looked patiently up at him. Valen cracked a genuine grin and sat down cross-legged, across from his sister.

"Last time you said that, you tried to cook a corpser." He picked up the fork, tentatively examining it.

"Shut up, you lived."

I must have dreamt it. He thought to himself, idly rubbing at his chest as he shared the suspicious breakfast. Something about the sensations he'd felt, though, gave him his doubts. They were all too prominent, there in his mind. They felt sickly, and wrong.

No, there's something out there. Something coming. He found himself idly staring towards the northeast, looking at the bits of sky he could see past the leaves. Although it had been unnerving, he couldn't help but be intrigued by the whole thing.

NightShade · Lore Master Joined: 11 Nov 2005 Posts: 1152

*Humming to herself*

Something wicked this way comes...

Something diabolical stirs today...

From a plane dark and deep...

It rears its lovely head...

Who will rise against its call...

You would be surprised to see them all...

Bind dark and light against a common foul..

Something wicked this way comes...

The wraith had floated into the cave, his back was turned to her but the anger was palpable around him...

Glowing red eyes spoke to her... We have much work to do Shade..

Yes, My teacher...
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Bailos · Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 10:23 pm Post subject:

It took a long time for the strange but familiar waves of entropy to perforate the barrier between worlds but not even the fabric and essence of reality could stop the relentless march and infinite power of the void. Deep, in the very core of his universe, Bailos could feel the the ancient call surround and wash over him. As the disembodied voice grew stronger the message became clear.

What was torn asunder shall be made whole again…

Offer to us once more your burnt offerings, your supplications…your lives…

You shall be released from the fetters of your slavery…

Bailos drew his left hand in towards his body and subconsciously clenched his fist recalling the pain his mortal form once felt when he was long ago branded in servitude. Nothing can take back his commitment. Not time. Not space. And certainly not death.

Your broken forms shall be made anew…

The last of the Virtues shalt be undone…

The last of the Man Kings shalt fight only to fall…

Bailos knew well the inevitable promises of his Master and the commitment he bore. His past service had made him an unimaginable ally for whatever was to come and a terrible enemy to all life and all of existence if he once again chose to focus his will and power in the Name Of Oblivion

The world shalt be torn asunder, and the skies shalt be no more within the blackness...

The Void shalt pour forth the forces of Oblivion…

You are MINE!

The Wraith Lord knew far too well what was beseeching him. What would come for Sosaria. All life begins and so it is destined to end...some life ends with a soft whimper and still others end with the slicing of steel and flesh. It would soon be time again to savor one thousands screams and then the complete and utter silence.

A move must be made and the die shall be cast.

I will remind them what it means to fear their deaths...to fear the end. And I will remind them what it is to bow down to the indomitable Will of Infinity. I will remind them what it is to see their doom wrought at the hands of the Artisan of Ruin.

Deacon Drake · Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 8:15 pm Post subject:

In a hospital in the city of Nujel'm, one bed remains empty as it has for almost thirty years. The words engraved into the hardwood below are bloodstained, faded, eroded... impossible to read. Though the healer's house remains chilly, the area surrounding the bed is freezing to the touch.

Death surrounds it.

The light within the building begins to dim as a soft, cold breeze begins to flow through. A healer gets up to close the window when he realizes all the windows and doors are already closed. Concern arises among the staff as the light dims more and more until the bed and its surrounding area freezes over, spreading along the walls and furniture to the candles and suddenly the building was shrouded in darkness.

Healers panicked, patients screamed, but as soon as it came the darkness left, leaving the building exactly as it was... except the bed was gone. The writing underneath was once again fresh, now surrounded with an inverse pentacle, and the runes were actually glowing a faint purple hue...

"Kun vardox kalathir izu dazelu zhne dak felgaz xa Dazarieng."

The coldness was gone, entirely, and no one within the building would ever know what happened that night.

But to the wraith outside the window and his shadow wisp companion, it was only the beginning of darkness.

"Come, Xa'ar... we have work to do."
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