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Darrien Church · Honored Member Joined: 06 Jun 2004 Posts: 1810

Within the Chamber of Ancients the Lich Lord sat upon his bone of throne making full use of his abilities of illusion. Dressed in fine form-fitting leather and fabrics, his flawless, pale human form sitting seemingly peaceful and tranquil, eyes closed in deep though, a gentle smile upon his face. Since taking the mantle of power in Umbra he had grown quiet, complacent and indulgent, willing to permit his ancients the general rule of the domain, provided they kept in their places. But now, the Death Knight D'thal, stood silently at Darrien's side after insisting the Lich Lord here a new decree read, from the Wolf-King of Stonegate. Darrien heard said decree and simply closed his eyes. The chamber, for nearly two hours now had stood entirely silent and calm, both D'thal and Darrien not moving a centimeter, in silence, the Ebon Skull resting gently upon Darrien's lap.

Darrien's eyes shot open...

The pale green mortal eyes no-longer, two vortexes of swirling green-energy violently exploded outward casting a sickly light upon the entirely of the Chamber as the Lich Lord shot up from his Throne, the Ebon Skull itself seemingly passing through his form and resting on the seat of the Throne, it's eyes matching Darrien's in hue and colour.

Violently, like tearing tissue paper Darrien's flawless male face and clothing began to tear and crumble, fizzing and sparking like fireworks as they exploded with popping flashes into nothingness as they hit the stone floor of the Chamber. Amid shrieks and screeches his form contorted and bent in a most unnatural fashion, his slender frame of 5'10 being warped and stretched amid the crackle of bone and the clank of heavy plate-armor that seemed to grow, like grotesque tulip buds over his nude and Skeletal form. As it reached, most viciously for the ceiling of the Chamber Darrien's Skull began to warp and bend, losing it's perfect human shape, it's chaw, cheek-bones and eye sockets contorting into an drawn out expression of vicious loathing. His hands, now entirely over-taken by the shadow-plate armer were at the fingertips claw-like talons of heavy plate metal, four large rings of varying materials jammed onto his middle left finger.

Spools of heavy and fine fabrics of black and odd almost shimmering material shot forth like a grotesque waterfall from the joints and spaces of the armor, forming a cloak, a waist-skirt and a heavy robe inscribed with Styigan Runes manifested themselves, entropic fetishes dangling gently from the heavy belt. As a mitre-like crown grew forth from the Skull, framed with what appeared to be the rib-cages of many small animals, what had been a silent screech from his mouth, suddenly erupted with the sound of countless voices of many sexes and races simply roaring. Tendrils of entropic energy, like inky thick rope twisted and swirled around his form before lashing about violently at the chamber as all of Charnal Hill seemed to rock and tremor with rage.

Extending his left hand, a heavy yet simple black staff manifested from one the tendrils after it coiled about his hand, serpent like for a moments and with a violent crackle Darrien slammed it into the stone floor of the Chamber...

Meanwhile in Umbra...

A violent storm had suddenly broken out over the city and the corrupted forest itself, yielding no rain but dark and ominous clouds, moving quite rapidly and with the more and more frequent flash and crash of violent bursts of energy as the ear-piercing screech of the countless multitude of devoured souls of Oblivion cried out from Charnel Hill itself. Then the earth of the city itself seemed to shift under-neath them momentarily as five small and slender minarets seemed to rise from the soil of the city shattering five simple fountains above them, forming a crude pentagram if viewed from above. They crackled with energy for a moment, skull-diadems above each, before growing silent and still.

Kal'iksix · Guest

Kal’iksix had just finished her dinner and called for the servants to clear the table, when she gripped the table as the floor shook from under her.

“What in the Goddess’ name?!”

Kal’iksix looked at Drayden across the table to see the same puzzled and surprised look on his face. She stood and headed to her audience chamber to center herself and to see if she could get a feeling of what was going on. Drayden followed close behind her and barked orders to the slaves NOT to follow and to remove the ones in the chamber. Kal’iksix sat upon her dais and closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. She focused herself to feed upon the evil energy that pulsed throughout the land.

Kal’iksix inhaled sharply and her eyes flew open when she sensed the anger in the energy. Drayden went to her side and placed his hand on her hands. She turned and looked at him, the shock in her eyes fading to rage.

“What is it, Mistress?”

“War, and Darrien is NOT happy.”

“We must prepare if it comes to Shinduago Charnaggen,” Drayden replied.

“We will do better.” Kal’iksix’s looked at him, now the rage subsiding in her eyes turning into sheer ecstasy as she had during the sacrifice. Drayden looked back at her, and had that feeling of pure lust for his Mistress in that state, flood his body.

“Call for my Inscriptor,” she ordered.

“As you wish my queen,” he replied with a kiss to her head.

Drayden Calamyr · Sage Joined: 23 Feb 2005 Posts: 612

Drayden slipped off through the shadows to fetch his Matron's scribe. Giving explicit directions to head straight to the matron and not to dally. The sound they had heard was not completely unfamiliar. He could feel the presence of an awakening power. He could feel the magical aura coming from Charnell Hill. He would pay a visit there soon, to see what had occurred....

Blindwolfe · Journeyman Joined: 26 May 2008 Posts: 171

Deep in the confines of her coffin, tucked safely in her home out in the forest between Minoc and Vesper, Kelly slept. She was unaware of the passage of time in her torpor, but Kelly felt something. Power. Evil. Rage. Darkness. Her mind drifted into a dreamlike state and she saw a scorpion.
"You. Come to me." She beckoned the little black scorpion to her. It seemed to obey and once close enough, Kelly lashed out a black tendril of shadow. The scorpion fell to the ground limp. A moment later it rose and looked around.

Kelly had taken over the scorpion. She smiled and felt everything the little creature had to offer. She tested the pincers, flexed the tail, then began the long trek to Umbra.

'Time to go see what is going on in Umbra.' She thought as she skittered off as fast as the little body could carry her, hitching rides on various creatures to shorten the trip. 'This no blinking thing is going to take getting used to.' She thought as she hopped down to the ground hours later on Umbran soil. Something was definitely going on. The sky was blackened with a storm, there seemed a dark energy in the air. Kelly felt the power even through the scorpion's little body. Darrien. Someone or something had set him off.

The small black scorpion blended in well with the dark land as it skittered about in the direction of the Drow Quarter as if on a mission.