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Kaelthir · Certifiable Joined: 28 Aug 2004 Posts: 1932

Norture exited a tower, his black robe standing out against the frozen icey landscape around him. He spent the day searching Caina for literature from the Order of old, a well of knowledge that for the most part was left untapped by the new Order. He pulled a runebook from a pouch he kept at his side, and cast recall to the temple.

Upon arriving, he was quickly taken aback at what he saw. The temple, HIS temple, had been destroyed. Not only destroyed, but completely removed. Only small piles of stones and bone, and some broken furniture strewn around a cracked alter, suggested a building once stood there. He walked through the ruins, kicking through the rubble in disbelief, not noticing the slave who had come forward. He walked towards the alter, it being the least destroyed piece of the temple. Kneeling down, he touched it, sensing energy still in it. Familiar energy, that like himself, another lich, energy from the Skull. He howled in anger, recognising the energy.
"Motdar'kos zholadazu!" he screeched, resting his hand flat against the alter, drawing as much energy from it as possible to ensure he was not wrong.
"Drazu'kos, SKRE'dazinar'kos, takvar'kos, motdar'kos ZHOLADAZU!!" he spoke in a deep guttural voice, energy seething from his body causing the stone around his hand to corrode.
"My Lord if there is anything...." a terrified slave began to say before trailing off, bowing her head even more. Norture glanced to her, recognising her as Brianha.
"Skre'dazula, jalkad'kos one, there is nothing you can do." Norture said in a much calmer, yet still quite aggitated, voice. He rose to his feet, the slave watching his movements closely, before speaking a single name.
"Admoreth..

Nadia Swiftar · Seasoned Veteran Joined: 18 Apr 2005 Posts: 344

Brianha hurried to the home of the Order so as to drop of her journal. When she arrived she noticed the desecration of the temple. Curiously she walked into it and took a look around at the debris. It seems she was not the only one to notice the buildings fall… two other passerby’s were also standing in the rubble with a look of awe about their faces.

As the three stood there The Lich Lord himself made an appearance. Brianha felt his presence and immediately kneeled down showing her respect. She felt the anger dripping off of him and could only think of serving him.. of helping to rebuild this sacred place for him. All previous thoughts she had of running away escaped her mind for the moment. She hesitantly started to ask if there was anything she could do, and as she did so the Lich Lord turned to take a look at who was speaking to him. Upon seeing her he noticed she was not wearing her slaves robe… a grave mistake she had made thinking she would only be here for a moment to drop off her journal.

Taking hold of her with his power she could feel a tightness around her neck while he asked her did she need another robe. Through her wheezing words she was able to convey that she had her robe with her and that she was most apologetic. She hurriedly pulled it over her head and over her clothes immediately feeling the release of his hold.

After this his thoughts turned to the others in the temple. He was outraged at what had happened to it and seemed to be interrogating the two. After tossing one of them out he moved on to the next who seemed eager to help rebuild.

Turning to the only two slaves present, he ordered Brianha and Cherry to start collecting the things necessary to rebuild. Having no idea where to begin Bri followed Cherry to another member of the orders home…Summer… who then took Bri with her as she mined for stone. For the rest of the eve she lugged stone to the temple showing her dedication to the Lich Lord.

Before leaving she finally remembered her soul purpose in coming her tonight was to drop off her journal… and so she accomplished this task and then headed home to rest her weary back after the evenings work.

Aeloth Nazduin · Sage Joined: 29 Dec 2003 Posts: 657

Though his body was decomposed by the malignant force of time, the bastard son of Oblivion did emerge from the depths of the Abyss. How he longed for his lost throne, the golden dignification that was "Lich Lord", and the multitudes of the damned dropping onto a bent knee, praising the name Admoreth Nazduin. Yet, the fallen one was now of the shackled. There wasn't a glimmer of hope in Admoreth's future, The Order that was once his own fell into many other hands, many filthy hands at that.

Admoreth took a note of his current state. He was without mass, on par with the common wraith at first glance.. But he was nothing short of a manifestation of the destructive force of entropy.

He gazed upon the grove of Charnel Hill, the heart of the forces of Oblivion. All was the same.. with one exception. The Temple of Oblivion, Admoreth's temple, had been recreated to feed the twisted need of power that the current ruler held.

"..How dare they? I am the sole reason they found Oblivion, the Temple should be a testament to my glory."

Sparks of entropy darted around the visage of Admoreth as his fury grew.

"The Order of the Ebon Skull belongs to me, not this new puppet."

Swift, sharp tendrils of entropy emerged from Admoreth. The tendrils hissed like serpents, and whipped at the temple with ferocious vigor. Pavers and blocks of stone fell, until all that was built to defy Admoreth's former glory was but dust and rubble.

However, Admoreth's insatiable appetite was far from eased. He was not done yet. The Order of the Ebon Skull had wrought the wrath of her creator.

Abominox · Adventurer Joined: 05 Oct 2004 Posts: 26

So cold...
So quiet...
So lonely...

Abominox sat on the cold stone floor, bare naked, his wrists and ankles scarred and bruised from where he was tied up. Pain wracked his body from the torture he'd endured of hunger and thirst.

How could they do this to me...
"Because you betrayed them," the young man muttered.
Have they the nerve to do this... what do they think they can do?
"Kill you."
They cannot kill me.
"I know."
They don't know what they're up against.
"A mortal?"
Mock me again, and I'll rend you from my body for the last time.
"Your body?" The boy's voice grew louder. "YOUR body? Who the hell are you to call this YOUR body? This is the body I was born in, and it is YOUR body?"
It is my body, because you were too weak to keep it.

The jail cell of the temple shook violently, pulling Abominox out of his argument with himself. Fear grabbed his heart, and he looked around frantically.

"What the hell is going on?"

The floor collapsed beneath him, a mountain of stone falling around him. He felt himself land hard on the stone floor beneath him, and screamed as stones from the temple fell on him, crushing his body with every blow.

Covered in rubble and stone, he looked up at the night sky through a hole in the ceiling. With no time even to wonder what happened, he knew what was going to happen, and without an effort to pick himself up, let it come.

Then the building collapsed upon him.

Bailos · Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 1:04 pm Post subject:

During a casual stroll, Bailos' projection happened upon the grove. With the detached emotion of a statue, he stooped and hoisted a section of paver into his hands to examine what foul machination tore it from its home.

Unceremoneously dropping the article after a minute examination, he vigorously dusted his hands off and waded through the destruction. He was pelted by questions, but was none too concerned at the moment. As far as he was concerned, Norture deserved a firm slap from the hand of fate.