Topics

 Alright everyone, it is that time of year again. Over the next few days I will be adding various tombstones in and around the Meadow. If you want one with your name and epitaph just page and let us know. After halloween you can purchase your own tombstone for 10k gold. There will also be some for the staff as well. These will be auctioned off at the next auction after we take them all down.

and remember....


Dragons are our friends.

Horse:  Raven with A Horse

War Horse: No entries

Frenzied Ostard : No entries

Unicorn / Kirin: No entries

Nightmare: No entries

Firesteed: No entries

Acacia Baby Bunny: No entries

Bake Kitsune: No entries

Rune Beetle: No entries

Base Dragon: No entries

White Wyrm: Raven with Killer.

Even though only two were able to take part I decided to allow them to fight their pets. Well done Raven!

(this is set just prior to the invasion of Umbra)

::as he prepares for what is to come he once more finds himself thinking of those who swore to follow him, and how some of them have wavered in their faith. It is with this in mind that he devises a way to test the one whose faith should be stronger than all of the others who follow him.::


::he has much preparation to do. This magic will be strong and must be carefully controlled. He begins to prepare. The effects must be timed perfectly for it to work. The success of a life lived by one born into privilege. The power of being a ruler. The feeling of contentment gained by having people who lovingly follow your commands and laws out of respect and admiration. The immortality of royalty. These are the things to truly test the metal of the man's faith.::

::his lips crease as he contemplates the visions his magic will create::     

::his voice is barely heard as he mumbles to no one in particular:: As if those things can ensure obedience and faithful servitude...

::he spits and then clears his mind as he reaches out::

::his mind instantly in touch with the one he wants::   

Najaal. Come to me. There is much to discuss.....

::silently he waits::

::his anger surges forward and suddenly every living animal within a hundred yards drops over dead::

It can't be!   How did they do this?!   

::he glares at the golden stones and the barriers they have erected. He has tried repeatedly but he is unable to get past them. Not even his powerful magic can transport him past the barrier::

I will find a way......    There has to be a way...

::he moves back to the building he has taken over as his own and sits::  It may take some time but I have plenty of that. I will find a way past that barrier.

::as he calms himself he allows his mind to seek out the man he has found a new interest in::

I may not be able to go about in the rest of the land......  But he can........Yes, he can....  ::his laughter echoes back from the walls as he sends his mind into that of the man he will use to spread terror and fear across the land:::

::he has spent a lot of time working in his keep. His mind focused on creating more evil beings for his army. His faithful had done well and were successful in defeating those who sought to stop him on the battlefield. His evil laugh can be heard from outside his keep as he recalls how they thought they would be able to overpower him when they had failed to find the one true thing that could do just that.::

::his thoughts wander out some as he contemplates his next move:: 

::he grins as he speaks softly to himself, all the while ignoring the tormented soul still hanging on the post across the room:: It is time to expand....   and I know just the place...

::his dry lips crease into a vile grin as he summons up a part of his army to move out and surround his next target. His mind reaches out to his faithful, to let them know what he requires of them::    It is time to expand, prepare yourselves....

::as his mind moves from his Dark Priest and searches the land to infuse his thoughts into the rest of his faithful he pauses::

What is this?     Ohh, a feeling of emptiness, yet deep hidden pain, torment, anger....      I can use this..     

::his mind focuses, driving his thoughts deep into the subconsciousness of this being.  He then begins to leave simple thoughts, suggestions to the subconscious part of the mind, that will bring forth the hidden anger, and a strong desire to release it upon the world and all those within it::

::the thoughts produce the feeling of accomplishment, of self awareness, of purpose in life. There is no greater purpose in life than to sow fear in others as often as you can. Show them what you can do. Make your presence known and bring fear into the eyes of the people just from saying your name::

::he smiles as he implants these thoughts into the mind of this lost soul::   I can do much with you........ ::his voice a mere whisper as he concentrates once more, delving deeper into the mind that has found his attention whether wanted or not::

::sensing something deeply hidden due to the pain it seems to give the man he probes further and further, pushing past the subconscious blocks that the man has put up over time to dull his own pain::   

Ahh.....    A child lost......

::he sits back releasing the man's mind for now, after all he has already planted the seed thoughts he needed to. In time they would grow, and so would the evil desire within this man. And now.... the knowledge of a lost child....Oh the possibilities::

::as he allows his mind to finish searching out and finding his loyal followers, to inform them to prepare he smiles as his mind rushes back to focus on the things in his keep, on what he is working on, and on that fool still hanging across the room and begging for release::

::his thoughts go back to what he learned from the man whose subconscious he had invaded::

Yes......You will serve me well.......

::his evil laugh resonates around the room again::

::it is with great exhilaration that he returns to his keep. His faithful had done well. He had prepared, he had created, and he had seen it in his mind's eye before the battle even began. His army of new creations would swell up and surround those who came to destroy him and his dreams. He saw them fall nearly to the last man. He laughed as his mind envisioned this. It was then that he realized something. This was a good test for his faithful. A way to show their strength not only to their opponents, but to him as well.  And so he decided, except for a few of his creations, his followers would face their foe's unaided. He had no doubt his army would win, but he wanted to let his faithful prove they were capable as well. And so he stood, challenging the followers of light to come and fight. And fight they did! They rushed in and attacked. He was somewhat surprised they had found such following, but then it shouldn't have been a suprise. After all, those who envision a world lead by those who claim to follow the light, the side of good as they see it, often flock together in large numbers. Yet today, even though they out numbered his faithful, they were not as many as he expected. And more importantly, they did not seem to follow a set plan. He was proud as he watched several of his followers show they possessed good tactics. He watched as one by one the followers of light began to fall. True, there were a few who fell on his side as well but they had earned their place with him. Even more so by the way things turned out on this day::

::he walked across the field, and marveled at the destruction. He couldn't stop it even if he wanted to, a loud malicious laugh erupted form his dry, cracked lips. He laughed so hard he had to stop walking. With some effort he slowly gained control of his mirth and with a casual wave of his hand and the utterance of a few arcane words, the bodies sank into the earth for his use should he wish to do so.::

::he walked around until he came across the ghost of Mal. The drow female who had played a key role in the major events the day before. He looked her over slowly as he spoke::

You have earned my trust and my gratitude. ::he waved his hand slightly:: Return to the living where you shall serve me still as you have already done.

::a slight smile, about all he has ever shown crossed his lips as he looked upon her living face once more. He then turned and found the ghost he most wanted to find. Ah Najaal. My High Priest. It is ironic that though you were embattled by two of the opponents it was in the end one of my own liches that slew you. ::chuckles a little to himself:: I know of your fear, you try to hide it but I can sense it. You are afraid you will end up serving me as one of them. It is true many who once wear the robes you know possess are now some of my most powerful liches, but at this time you are of much more use to me alive than as an undead. ::again that simple wave of his hand and Najaal's life essence flows back into his rapidly healing body:: Return once more to the living my servant, and continue to do as you have done. You have done well and have gained much in my eyes. Continue to do so and you may continue to wear those robes for a long time to come.

::he glances around at the remaining ghost, all that is left of those who came to stop him:: I have no use for you, you refused to serve me in life, now your bodies will serve me in death. Go, find your own way back to mortality, if you can.

Now it is time I return to my city. ::he grins as he signals his faithful to follow. again his hands move in that arcane way, a way known to control magic of great power::

Let us go home.....  :::his laughter rings out loudly for all to hear. He walks back towards Zento City, his faithful walking behind him, and to the shock of those who care to look. The bodies of all those who came to stop him and died, slowly rise up from the ground and shamble along behind him. After all, everyone will serve him eventually, even if it is only in death.... :::

::the voice of Blazer rings out to his dry cracked ears:: 

"I have something for you M'Lord!"

::instantly he drops what he is doing and moves to the heart chamber::

Bring it to me!   ::his mind sends his thoughts out to all who are attuned to him::

::again Blazer's voice reaches his mind::

"We are on our way M'Lord"

::waiting he watches the wall, where the crack had opened up a few weeks prior but had finally fallen open to reveal a long dark passageway. It is not long before he can hear their voices and the sounds of movement. A slow smile spreads across his lips. He watches them bow, hears their greetings, but his attention is focused on the little hordling daemon acting as Najaal's slave. He can sense the thing he has feared would be found for so long by those who would use it against him. He gladly accepts the blackened heart, that once beat in his own chest before he cut it out to finalize his passage into immortality through undeath, as Blazer hands it to him. He almost caresses it before placing it back upon it's pedestal and quickly enchants the pedestal to make the heart immobilized, hopefully for good this time.::

::he looks over the ones who completed this grand task::

You have all done well. You have earned my favor.  Take these robes and this gold as your reward. And know this, for what you accomplished here tonight you will continue to serve me in your present forms.

::turning to Najaal he summons more gold:: Use this to supply the faithful who will fight to aid in the war tomorrow.

::he then studies them all, giving each one more praise individually as well as the promise of more rewards to come::

Now, go and rest. Prepare for tomorrow. I will raise more undead to aid in this battle.

::with that he turns and heads off to start creating more undead::

::he has spent hours working to be ready for this day. He has spread his minions far and wide. True he had to pull them back from Trinsic but that no longer mattered as they had allowed his messenger to get through there safely. Let them have the town, there were more important things to be taken care of anyway. And besides, with just the threat of invading and claiming Marketvale, he had gained the services of one of the mightiest warriors in the land. It did not matter to him in the least that she only served him to keep him from actually invading Marketvale. As he recalls the events of that day a grin creases his dry cracked lips::

::the news of the return of Tiernan had given him some concern but it seemed there was no real foundation for that concern as the fools had apparently never found him, if he had truly returned at all. And without his knowledge there was not much hope they would discover the well guarded secret he had kept since the day he finally broke free of the bonds that had held him bound and entombed for so long.::

::he smiles as he thinks more about the events that have passed over the last few months::

::coming to a decision he sends his thoughts out to his undead, causing them to stir again in preparation::

::his voice barely audible to old Tom bones who still hangs in animated undead form for Abraxius' amusement::   ...it is time....


(OOC note: This sunday at 6:00 PM EST , or 15 Min's after the auction ends if it goes past that time, Abraxius is going to be gathering his forces in and around his capital city [Zhento City] to move them out to invade another city in the land. Any who wish to get involved in this to try to stop him should be grouped up and seek him out before he makes his move. The end result will be based upon several factors. All of which I will be watching to see how many of them are met. This is the first real chance to end the threat of Abraxius once and for all, or at the very least for until the next time he manages to break free again. 

Good luck and remember, this is meant to be fun. Enjoy yourselves. )

::having been very busy with seeking what was lost and now what he has sensed he realizes he has not kept his mind tuned to his chosen mortal leader for some time. instantly his mind reaches out, touching the mind of Shadow,and just as he is about to send him a message to come to the keep he realizes something. Something unexpected, at least at this point in time::

Hmmm, he has changed some.

::slowly his dry cracked lips crease into a sly grin::   

It matters not, I will just have to move my plans ahead of schedule.

::once more he reaches out with his mind:::

Shadow! Come to my keep and find me. Make haste!

::his evil laughter rings out from the keep and as he walks onto the teleporter the last words heard by the creatures beyond the walls are the ones he is so fond off::

In the end, they will all still serve me.....

::as his body vanishes to the lower level his laughter dies out:::

::he felt his body fall, he watched and sensed as his guardian materialized even though he was not supposed to be anywhere near there at that time. He laughed as they rejoiced. The fools. Didn't they know he could not be vanquished so easily? Did they not realize he was just as strong in or out of his body? Obviously they had not discovered the secret he has worked so hard to keep hidden. Slowly the decaying flesh left over from the fight is drawn together. An arm from one body, a leg from another, and so on until a new fully formed corpse lays upon the cold tiles. He slowly sinks his presence into the corpse and allows his essence to empower it::

::once again he has a form, once again he has the means to accomplish his goals. He rises and stretches out his right hand. The staff, laying against the wall where it fell, flies into his hand as he moves over to his desk. Pleased to see nothing is disturbed he continues where he left off. His voice a mere whisper as he works::

......The fools......