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[Tarothin Armunn]

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He was staring at the image of the sun through the cloud cover. Blinking, he noticed the smell of smoke and blood in the air. The sounds of moaning and crows all around. A beat of drums and marching were in the distance. He shifted noticing the ground had some give to it, which also gave way to a sound equivalent to water being squeezed out of a rag. Looking down he saw himself standing on a pile of bodies. Blood was pooling around his clawed foot where he heard the sound.

He was in his other form. The one less... restrained.

He was slowly becoming aware on his surroundings, noticing that he was was holding something in his hands. One clawed hand held a sword with blood slowly trickling downward. The other was holding the hair of many heads. The heads were looking at him. Seemingly accusing him. They were all prominent leaders throughout the lands.

It was then he heard the screams of women and children, the sounds of dying men, and the clashes of sword fighting. He looked up from the heads to see what appeared to be Nujel'm. Undead hoards mixed with soldiers of the Dark Order was sweeping through the town. Any that did not surrender were killed. Any that did were rounded up to add to the ever expanding hoards.

More screams came from his left. Turning to look he saw a similar scene in Britain. Turning once more he saw Moonglow, then Vesper, then Minoc, then Trinsic, Skara Brae, then Jhelom, etc. until the very last he saw the city that his order first attacked: Luna.

Except he saw a different sceen in Luna then the other cities. The guards all had emblems of the Dark Order. Our banners were to be seen everywhere with piles of skulls around their base. The stones of the walls and foundations had changed to a dark grey. The once thriving city had empty streets. Only a smattering of people trying to sell their wares. People quickly looking downward to avert their eyes from the soldiers patrolling the city. All was quiet... peaceful. He felt himself smile at this.

He heard Ditto's voice in the background. Quickly turning towards it he saw nothing but a vast empty landscape of snow and ice. The wind was blowing and snow started to fall.

He shifted once more, now hearing crunching sounds under his feet. Looking down he was now standing on top of a pile of bones in this wintery landscape. The bodies before had now fully decayed and picked clean. Snow was starting to cover the ivory bones. He was still holding the heads but they as well had most of the flesh removed with only enough to where the scalp is letting the remnants of hair to remain. The eye sockets had glowing icy blue orbs. Still looking at him. Trying to pierce his exterior.

One of the skulls talked. It was Molly's voice: "What have you done? So many killed. Why?!?" I heard my own voice speak out, "I have done what was needed. The world is now in order. The lives were a small price to pay."

Another skull spoke. It was Talon: "Is this truly what you had in mind? I thought you had wished to rule over the land of the living. Not this dead wasteland you see." My voice spoke out once more, "I gave the world many chances before to swear their fealty to me. Perhaps instead of questioning me on if I had this end in mind, you should think long and hard on how you all could have easily averted this result by bowing down before me."

The other skulls started to speak. All saying the same thing. "At what price? At what price? At what price?"

Ditto's voice silenced the skulls. She stood before me halfway up the pile of bones. Her hair whipping around in the wind. "At what price my love?" Her eyes were sad. She had probably seen many of her friends die.

What he said then was the last thing he heard before he woke.

"One that I am willing to give..."

[Lady Ditto Armunn]

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She peeled the skin back from Enoch's face. The bloodied flesh underneath smiled knowingly at her. She ripped at the oozing flesh. Squeezing each piece in her hand. Grabbing and ripping at the face until at last she should reach bone. It wasn't bone. It was a hard, cold mask. The mask of Isk, but still wearing that same knowing smile.

The dream she dreamt was not her own. Imryrr's dream invaded itself upon her once restful sleep as it they tended to do upon rare occassion. Her daughter could not dream. She dreamt for her, without will of it. But this one was unlike the others. This one felt....different.

Willing herself more control in the dream, Ditto stepped to the side. Stepping outside of her daughter's body as she did so and stood watching Imryrr ripping at the mask of Isk. Imryrr seemed to concentrate fully on the ripping of face and failed to see the visions that floated and swirled about her. Ditto looked upward. Her eyes were burning from smoke. Smoke she just noticed had been there the entire time. The haze of the smoke wafting it's scent of blood. Directly above Imryrr was a symbol. Many small symbols imbedded to create the one. It was one that Ditto was familiar with and the smoke seemed to be coming from it. Her own senses affected, the symbol took the form of reflective water floating above. She saw her own eyes, lightening in hue until they were almost white. The white glaze of a trance state. It shocked her awake.

Ditto opened her eyes, and she thought a moment she might still be asleep, for she could still catch the scent of the smoke. She shifted close against her husband's back, and as she did so he rolled over onto his back in his sleep. At first she smiled at this small act, but then his scent hit her nose. The smell of the smoke was on his skin. Still feeling Imryrr's dreaming rage, her own fear and anger took hold of her, and in one swift movement, she swung her leg over to sit atop Tarothin's well muscled body to stradle him. In her rage, the sight of his face, almost angelic in sleep, did not soften her or the blow. Ditto raised her hand high and brought it down to slap his face as hard as she could manage.
When Tarothin's eyes flew open, her words greeted him.. "WHAT have you done?"

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[Terra Brexiano]

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She rubbed her eyes, hoping that performing this act would bring her eyes into focus and bring these dull, flat shades back to color. She refocused, still the same result, black and white and shades of grey. "What is happening?" Terra rubbed her head for a moment, closed her eyes then reopened them. Looking around she knew this place, Moonglow, home. She walked down the streets until she managed to make her way to the mages guild where they were studying the arts as they always did. Terra saw a familiar face, her teacher, she reached out but when she touched him he became frozen and slowly he began to be drained of all his life. Terra tried to pull her hand away but could not control the urge to take all that he was. The other mages stopped and watched as this act took place, Terra stepped away and held up her hands, looking at them in a state of confusion. She looked to the bystanders and began speaking. "I.." she stuttered. "I do not know what.." Terra tried to get the words out but could not, but it did not matter. They looked right through her as if she was not there. She turned around quickly but as soon as she did she found herself standing in Umbra. "This is not happening, This can't be... real!" She looked around, the color was somewhat normal, not so grey and gloomy. She ran as fast as she could to the necromancers hall, where she saw..... Herself. This time she heard her own voice "I can do this, I know I can!" Terra looked determined and confidently at the instructor. "I believe you can Terra, but you cannot do it all in one day." She looked back at the book, whispered a few words "Ort Corp Grav". Then suddenly the body that was lying on the table in front of her began to rise. She looked to her instructor with a slight smirk, "I told you!" The instructor smiled at her and turned to walk away. As Terra stood watching this she smiled, she remembered this moment in her life well. But now she found herself reaching out to her former instructor. His body jolted and he too became almost frozen in place, his life being sucked out of him. This time Terra did not try to move her hand away. This energy,powerful energy, she enjoyed having run through her body, she watched as his lifeless body fell to the ground. An evil smile formed across her face, she felt most comfortable now in taking their lives, however, deep down she knew it was for something bigger, but did not know what it was. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath, then reopened them. This time she saw herself with a powerful army... The Dark Order... This was familiar to her, this was her life now. She was standing on top of a hill with them, and below them stood what appeared to be a sad, disappointing excuse for a weak... army. In full color now, she could see everything, her eyes seemed different, they glowed a fiery red and she seemed souless. She tilted her head watching this scene. "What has happened to me?" Then suddenly Enoch stepped forward and Lord Tarothin noded to them. They raised their hands, Terra watched as the scene progressed. Her body had suddenly became what appeared to be a shadow, almost nothing but a dark cloud in the place where she had stood. Enoch began speaking words, that Terra could not make out, she looked at the Order standing there, then suddenly it seemed as if a huge dark cloud had quickly passed through them. Terra shifted her eyes to the army awaiting battle, then as the cloud moved over them, their bodies fell to the ground lifeless. Looking back to the top of the hill, Terra reappeared raising her hand and waving it back the huge cloud passed over them one last time and faded away slowy, and the The Dark Order made claim to another city, another battle won, Lord Tarothin noded and the Order turned away to set forth to their next city to demise and make their own.
Terra rose up in her bed, breathing hard and her body feeling as if it were consumed by flames. She could not deny this, it was clear.. She knew her call.. Tomorrow she would go to Enoch and make her sacrifice.

[Molly]

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Sitting straight up in bed cluching the sheets with one hand and covering the burning pentigram on her forehead with the other, she screamed out, startling Will from a sound sleep. OBLIVION! NOOOO! No...not again....
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[feyd]

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The miners at Minoc were having a busy day as usual, both undead slaves and free humans. A small boy caught Feyd´s attention, mining with vigor still deeply enjoying his ingot gathering art unlike most of the others. He was not of slim build for his age, but still not a man, mining with a couple worned out pieces of leather suit and a ringmail glove, and a decent enough pickaxe. Not showing off but equipped like he knew what he was doing.

Feyd laid on the Hammock that he tied between a couple of trees by the water. The peaceful breeze of Mount Kendall was relaxing, not too cool and not too warm. A female servant helped make it more enjoyable, fanning him with a soft tropical branch. A second one was feeding him grapes in the mouth, and going to fetch a cold Ale whenever he needed one.

A dubious looking man approached the miner boy and asked for his ingots. The boy panicked and begged, fearing to lose the yields of a full working afternoon. The man was indifferent. It was either give ore or die. When he was about to attack, a man sneaked behind him and said that was a secure place now. He pointed the palm of his hand up at chest height and fire formed right over it, blazing after the scoundrel and setting his clothes on fire. He ran around in flames, eyes showing more disbelief than pain.

Feyd watched in confusion, having a puff at his cigar, the scene feeling like a mirror to the past and the future. The smoke smelled different, reminding of the time when his professor Enoch lit a pyre at that very location, as an offering to forces Feyd couldnt comprehend, the forces of Oblivion. Smoke seemed to fill his mind with thought.

Suddenly, the servants who were before barely and softly dressed had now a much darker appearance and, before could be realized, trapped him in chains and dragged him so fast he couldnt see where he was going.

The formerly resting mage recomposed, noticing he was in what looked like the undead cave in Caina. He was now with his trusted combat armour wearing a dark robe over it, and shield. The women who was feeding and fanning him before appeared now dressed fully in black leather, sneaking at the corners of the room, laughing loudly trying to scare him. Feyd´s confusion didnt allow him to either chase or challenge them or to run away. He was trying to threaten them with words saying how insignificant they were compared to him.

He heard Enoch´s calm but certain voice in his head:

“Ah.. Feyd. My student. Do you happen to know the difference between charisma and authority? Authority, the more you use it, the more you deplete it. While charisma, the more you use it, the more it grows.”

One of the women charged at him, being blocked by a quick sideways thrust of the shield and falling right back. The mage went out at her like an animal, casting spells of Fire, Lightning, Poison and many others, all at once. When he was done, her body was disintegrated.

“Strength is good, but what will you do when your opponent is stronger?”

The other woman charged with even more ferocity and grappled him to the ground, strangling him out of air. He was unable to change the position. The ground was changinge into scalding lava, starting to burn him. Unable to do anything else, he picked a handful of lava in his hands, feeling as it melted through the leather gloves to burn the skin. The lava was unleashed in the woman´s face, blinding her, and then she was kicked inside a pit of liquid lava that has cracked on the floor.

“Cunning will overcome many, but what will you do when your opponent outsmarts you?”

He raised panting but calmly and as soon as he was up, felt a sting in his back, like being atacked by a large bee. He realized it was unusual pain as it reached the front of his chest, revealing the edge of a kryss on his front. He remained motionless. Feyd knew the kryss well enough not to look back. The picture was in his head, the dark lady who was backstabbing him, long black hair flying over the white unemotional face with a grin.

“Do not flee from Oblivion, but embrace it and be the destroyer. Stay true to your nature.” Enoch said at last then Feyd woke up in his bed in Caina, middle of the night. He opened his palm pointing up to create fire to light the room so he could search for his trusted lantern, the object that gave him confidence when he had to face the things he feared.

The fire that emanated was so strong it went straight to his face, burning a bit of the black beard. He didnt expect it to be that strong. Feyd found the lamp at the corner of the room, flamed it up and went back to bed with the the room mildly lit. He didnt feel sleepy any more. It was going to be a long night.