The EyE of Death Necklace - (Closed Storyline)

[Isalentia]

“Your pack Countess “Ventesa held out the leather duffle bag filled with cheese, dried meats, fruits, and flask of water: all for a day’s provision.

Countess Isalentia gave a long askance look over her shoulder as she witness the young grounds keeper enter her bedroom. Isalentia had just finished adjusting the armor over her svelte frame. A cloak was accessorized over the shoulder and her eyes soon after surveyed the metallic blue armor that now protected her.

“That would be all Ventesa. Do not expect me until this evening. I shall be out hunting all day” Isalentia remarked. Mare was properly saddled and the pack of provisions was harness at the side securely. Quickly she mounted and headed outside of Markevales protective territory. 

The tree’s were vast in sizes and shape, all hovering over head keeping the sun’s illuminating rays from touching to far on the forest grounds. Within the deepest places humidity did not breech it was cool, calm –almost to calm. 

Isalentia trotted her steed cautiously over her familiar hunting path. The horse was well bred not to gallop over certain areas, nor would it disrupt the silence needed to listen for noises that go bump in the distance.  Struggling through the heavy branches which leeched out to grab her, it recoiled in disappointment when slipping off the armors valorite texture making it literally impossible. 

Hours pass, the further she rode, a dirt road leading to the familiar regions of Despise came into the clearing.  Isalentia halted her steed at the threshold debating.

“What do we have here,” her voice full of courage whispered.

Over her shoulder she glanced at the woods and then forward to view the large mountain sides channel a split in the rock leading up. Isalentia knew there was a clearing on top and where hideous blue trolls guarded its territory. She would have to get past them in order to breech the cave and fight Ettins. 

Stormgrip gloves were squeezed by her right hand in preparation –preparation came in the sequence of shoving her cloak on her right side and sending it adrift backwards. Right hand lowered and removing her valorite katana (made by the legendary Rei Threnshaw). It sang a tonal reverb as it was held up in mid point to the air. Isalentia’s renowned sea-green eyes looked it over and then towards the corridor were she would voyage to meet the monsters in brutal battle.

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Cries from the monstrosities of trolls, she face, all fell to the ground with demandable force. Though she was petite, her strength was such a level that each Troll met by the blade was so superb the steel bit through flesh and bone, severing the spinal column.  Forward she was relentless and her eyes were a great whirlpool of adrenaline.  Two at a time she was capable of handling but her victories changed; and four were upon her. Their fist thrashed against the armor with enormous strife that left her bellowing out lamentable cries of agony. It was so emotional; that she felt her fate to die was upon her.

Overwhelming was incredible and she was suffering intermittently until they pushed to hard and she fell within the cave itself. The wall caved inwards when she hit it hard and the fiber of loose wall unveil a long drop into the cave itself. Down, down, down she plummeted. Within this hole she fell, the sounds of Troll’s boisterous disappoint of loosing their enemy were many.

How far was unpredictable but the decent came to a harsh landing. The landscape was side ways so catapulted her into a rolling series and out of the mountain side. When she came to an abrupt stop, she laid there looking wayward. Surrounding her were the debris of rocks, dirt, vines all trapping her injured body.

Isalentia was stubborn when it came to laying in submission so automatically the will to survive was within her and she forced herself to sit erect.  Nothing seems broken only severely bruised. Brushing aside the rocks which dented her armor something emerged from the dirt. Something that looked to be embedded into heavy clump of dirt, so curiosity swayed her to investigate.  Persuasively those hands worked to break part the dirt with maddening repetition until it broke apart.

…what was revealed was stunningly beautiful….

A medallion necklace apparatus in Isalentia’s hand, so ruby red with dynamic glyph etchings within the metal itself: she inspected it and couldn’t read the foreign language.

“You must be dwarven made.” Was her response, for nothing come of such quality caliber then that of dwarven smithy goods? Somehow this beautiful necklace bewitched her attention, keeping her from remembering her bruises.  Like any woman who loved beautiful things she found herself wanting to embellish trying it on. Or was it a voice coaxing her to obtain it, keep it close? It was hard to tell for beauty submitted to the beast and placed it about her neck.

Unforeseen evil choked her and her body torque with the first onset of intrinsic energy. Her hands immediately came to her aid trying to rid this encumbered annoyance from off her neck but it wielded to her by ancient magic. Finally the insanities coerced her to feel so much emanated pain ended.

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Isalentia’s eyes were black and motionless as they stared imperviously forward. There was no sign of life in her mannerism. Only that she sat like a statue within the dirty rumble waiting..

A most fiendish presence arrived and to any who recognized it would have been overwhelmed by the ambiance of terror the presence looked.  It approached Isalentia agonizing by the power of the necklace.

“Whatss iss thisss “ in a deathly voice it question its arrival before the Countess.

A voice emanating from within the necklace power using Isalentia’s form to vessel the will the necklace desired.

“ The eye is upon you again Lord of the Dead. Time to serve. Time to collect souls (atonements). Do as is prophesied. Do not and your control will diminish with your immortality” the necklace power forewarned him.

Anubis the lord of the Dead stood before the woman clueless to her mental abduction and bowed to the necklace. Knowing full well the capabilities it had to keep him at bay with what was demanded upon him for eons.  Truly he most has cursed the discovery again for what was thought to be relinquished so long ago. The Lord vanished; an Isalentia came out of her trance unaware of what had conspired to manipulate control over the demonic lord.

The necklace that once was red as fire was only seen now to no one. Not even Isalentia saw it on her own neck. The spell was complete it found its hostee and only the Lord of the Dead could see its presence upon her flesh.

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(ooc note:   The eye of death storyline is a closed storyline. Participants so far are Isalentia, Anubis, Henry S, Kugo.  The necklace does not cause harm to anyone, or harm to the wearer.  The only thing that can have effect to anyone standing near Isalentia is possible hearing voices of the dead in your mind.  Such case happens to Henry S, who heard pillows, mirrors and cakes talking to him. 

This also welcomes Admins or Seer’s, GMs to participate by distributing illusions to those that stand near Isa if they wish to participate in the storyline –for effect.

Understand no one can see the necklace. Only Anubis. We did this storyline to help get him comfortable with his character, and help me collect atonements. If you wish to participate please feel free to PM me or Anubis. )