Queltresten: A land of Myth and Mystery

[Devan Cyldragen]

OOC: This is the inagrial quest for me here in Literotica so I will stick with what I know and write from a world of my own creating. I hope it is the first of many to come. I wish good fortune and luck to all ye weary travelers and may your trail lead the to Land Promised in the Prophacies where a warrior may live in peace forever.

Beltharius stood on the balcony overlooking the Valley of Karlen Dale and watched as the storm clouds rolled in his direction from the west and the east. He felt a sence of uneasiness about the approaching clouds as though they were not a normal storm. For they moved with a speed unseen before in the recent history of Queltresten. Lightning filled the heavens and thunder rolled filling the air with a frightning cresendo. There was a slight rap at the door of his most private of studies and he quickly entered the room and opened the door. There stood before him a member of the highest level of the students of the tower, Arbeden Mastleket. His eyes wide at the rage that stood in Beltharius's eyes at the disturbence in this place. The man seemed to want to turn and flee from this place never to return but he held his ground and actually built up the courage to speak.

Arbeden: Master Beltharius the Council has seen me to bring you to the Hall of Sorcerery for a conveaning of the council is in order, and you a member of the council are required.

Beltharius knew that to convene under such haste meant that the council thought that this matter was of the most grevious consern. Though powerful Sorcerers as were all the council thought little was of the most grevious consern. Beltharius gathered up the Staff of Mysian and walked from the room. As he passed through the door it slammed shut and locked behind him. No theif regardless of skill or prowess would pick that lock and noone could pass over the thresh hold of the door uninvited regardless of weither or not the door stood open or closed. Beltharius had weaved the spells so tightly upon that entrence that even he himself could not find their ends. As he strode down the halls of the great tower all who stood before him darted to the side for who, student and teacher alike, would bar the path of Beltharius the Dark second of the council of nine. When he intered into the Hall of Sorcery and took his rightful place amongst the most powerfull sorcerers in all of Queltresten the Archmage of the tower began to speak.

Archmage Telbenn Disdenn: The time of prophacy has come come to us Sorcerers of Queltresten. The rebirth of the King of Shadows into the Realms of Light. All the signs are alligned and the Seers of Shadantmeer have fortold of the coming of the Ravaging Storm, the Harbringer of Sorrow has awakened at long last, and thus we must take action to stop the distruction of Queltresten.

Beltharius knew of these prophacies that Telbenn spoke of and knew also the accuracy of the seers. Also he himself had witnessed the coming of the Storm Clouds to Queltresten.

Archmage Telbenn Disdenn: We must gather together the chosen few to combat the shadows and bring together the four pieces of the Scepter of Domination. This ancient relic of eons past along holds the power to Stop the shadow King and bar his return to the realm of the light. Failure means the total annalation of all life on Queltresten. Thus we have chosen you Beltharius to gather together thse chosen few and bring together the Scepter in the lost tomb of the Shadow King before 12 monthes have passed, or all is lost.

As the words registered in his mind Beltharius's eyes grew steadily wider until the final words passed through the Archmage's lips and hung in the air.

Beltharius: Why do you choose me. My reputation barely marks me as a hero of the realms yet still you lay your lives in my hands why is this.

Archmage Telbenn Disdenn: For by far Beltharius you are the most powerful sorcerer in the arts of war magic that ever have I seen. An art that shall be needed in the journies that lye ahead for each of the four peaces of the staff lays guarded by a guardian of great power, and what you lack in morals and ethics you make up for with dedication to the arts of magic. You are not a choice you are the only choice.

Beltharius: Given I take this fool hardy quest how even would I find these chosen heros of which you speak ? Tis a great and wide world we live in Telbenn.

Archmage Telbenn Disdenn: Tis by the locket that I hold in my hand that you shall gain the companions you will need to coplete your quest. They will be drawn to you, the chosen. Wear it at all times and they shall be drawn to you yet no sway shall you hold over their mind or body. So I give you this and tell you to be gone from this tower until your quest lays at an end.

Beltharius caught the locket as Telbenn tossed it through the air and placed it around his neck. He then rose from his seat and made his way to his study where he gathered his things he would need and then made his way from the tower and into the town of Karlen which lay in Karlen Vale just beyond the reaches of the Tower. Once their he made preperations at an inn called The Silver Moon Tavern. Where he would wait for the chosen to come if they came and where his journey would begin...

 

[Angelus]

Dailin Thental got to his feet and looked at the people who were standing all around him, swords in hands. He raised both his hands, "Look, I did not mean to say what I did. If what I said hurt your pride in any way then I am truly sorry. How can I make this up to you?"

"Well; you can die!" one of the men said as he rushed forward, sword ready to strike at Dailin.

Suddenly two scimitars appeared in Dailin's hands and with the grace of a dancer he moved forward and struck at the man, knocking his sword aside before pointing the other at his throat. He looked at the man with a smile, "I do not wish to kill you but if you leave me no choice then I will. I apologized for what I said but you will not accept it. Will you please accept my apology?"

The man looked down at the blade that seemed to be pulsing with a green light and said, "Yes. I will forgive you."

"But I will not!" one of the others shouted as she ran towards him, sword at the ready. Dailin looked at her with amazement and thought Why can't you just accept an apology, I don't want to have to kill you. He kicked the man in the stomach and turned to the woman, death clearly written on his face. She rushed at him and he brought both of his scimitars around to block her blade then looked at her, seeing in her eyes that he wouldn't be able to reason with her.

She took a step back from him then changed her stance and rushed at him again and again he blocked her blade as easily as he did the first time. She shouted at him and he just smiled as with a flick of his wrist he sent her sword flying through the air as he brought his other sword forward and pointed it at her throat. He looked at her and was about to say something but before he could he felt something pulling at the very core of his being, something that was telling him he should be somewhere else. He looked at the others who were moving closer and said, "You do not want to do this. Accept my apology and I will let you all live; I give you my word."

"We should take the world of a pathetic rogue like you. Are you trying to kill us with laughter." Everyone but the man he had disarmed before and the woman who had his scimitar at her throat began laughing.

At that Dailin looked at them and knew that none of the people laughing were going to make it out of the building alive.

 

[Maniac9538]

Ezekial was walking towards the building when he heard the clash of swords and looked in through a side window and sighed, there was Dailin once again fighting.
'That boy never stays out of trouble'
Ezekial sprinted towards the doubles doors that lead inside and stopped drawing his sword, well actually his Father's sword, a man who was a hero to many and hated by others, but Ezekial swore upon his father's grave to make him proud. Ezekial grinned and kicked the doors in, not open mind you but in, flying off the hinges and knocking over a few of the burly men inside, then Ezekial entered he was massive, close enough that people would mistake him for a Barbarian, he stood nearly a foot or two above any man and was built like a tree trunk, yet he was intellengent and quite fast, not as fast as ones lighter than him but still fast enough to surprise. That sword helped matters as well, it would take any normal man two hands just to lift it, but yet he held it in one hand and was quite deadly with it. He grinned at Dailin
'Couldn't stay out of trouble eh old friend?'

 

[Angelus]

Dailin looked over at the person had come in and a smile appeared on his face when he saw that it was Ezekial, his closest friend.
"They wouldn't accept my apology. I told them I was sorry for what I said but they wouldn't take it and then they insulted me by calling me a rogue."

He then turned to the others, "Will you please accept my apology. I really didn't mean to say the things that I did, it was foolish of me and I will take it all back. Wait, I can't do that."

The largest man there looked at Dailin with wide eyes and screamed out, "I'm going to kill you!"
He ran straight at Dailin, his sword held to his side- ready to cut down Dailin as soon as he got close to him. Dailin watched the man as he came closer and as soon as he was close enough moved out of the way and smacked the man in the back with the flat of one of his scimitars, sending him sprawling towards the door and straight into Ezekial. Dailin smiled when he saw Ezekial look down at the man.

 

[Maniac9538]

Sidstepping at the last second, sending a thunderous punch to the man's back sending him flying out the door and landing doubled over on a railing above the well in the middle of the street. He grinned as the man's partner rush him sword beggining it's downward arc towards Ezekial
'DIE!!!!!'
Ezekial spun that massive sword and slashed across and suddenly a loud groan was heard and he had sliced the attackers sword in half and the top half had gone spinning off and slamming forcibly into the wall missing a drunks head by mere millimeters.
'You think people would learn...massive sword versus tiny sword....tiny sword's gonna lose....but noooooo'
Ezekial headbutted the would be attacker and then with one hand tossed him through the air to land next to his partner.
'2 down.....you gonna kiss that girl or play with her Dailin?' motioning to the woman with one of the scimitars to her throat.
Ezekial grinned widely.

 

[Angelus]

Dailin looked at the woman in surprise, for all that had happened in the last few moments he had completed forgotten about her. He looked at her and said, "You are free to go. Now get out of here."

She looked at him as soon as he moved the point of his scimitar away from her throat and ran out of the door, not even looking at Ezekial as she did. As soon as she was gone Dailin looked at the two remaining people and with the grace of a dancer brought his scimitars around to face them. "Now, are you going to take my apology. Please say that you will as I would hate to kill you."

The two of them looked at each other and then at Dailin, running towards him at the same time. He stood there, his scimitars at the ready and said, "Fools."

Before they knew what was happening he ran straight at them and cut with his scimitars to either side of them. He stopped when he was past them and looked over his shoulder to see half of the blade of each sword fall to the floor along with a little bit of their hair. They turned and looked at him, at Ezekial and then at each other before they ran out of the door.
"Let them go. It was my fault after all. I really shouldn't have said that they were the most ill equipped fighters that I had ever seen."

He slid his scimitars back into their sheaths without a sound and looked at Ezekial who was shaking his head.

 

[Inkubus]

Simon

Simon crawled out of the rubble. What madness had swept the land that a sanctuary could be a target?
The destruction was horrifying, but somehow being left alive taxed him all the more. His faith was all that had kept this young orphan going but to not be taken to his everlasting peace could mean only one thing...god had plans for him. He sighed as he wondered what her wishes were. As he pulled free from the wreckage he noticed his leg was shattered. He looked up and prayed. "If it is your will that I live and that my meager skills magnify your holy name then I accept your quest my lady, let me act to protect and heal and never strike in anger....and let your healing grace bless my leg taht I may walk again in your name...". The symbol around his neck glowed and his leg knit and mended...his scars faded and his wounds sealed...simon smiled with the exultation of tasting divinity...."thank you my lady ..thy will be done."

 

[Maniac9538]

Ezekial just shook his head sheathing that massive sword on his back
'Why is it every time I find you, you seem either 1) fighting or 2) trying to talk your way out of a fight? Do you just enjoy pissing people off?'
Grins at Dailin
'What did you say to these people that got them so pissed off for anyways?'

 

[Angelus]

Dailin looked at Ezekial with a grin as he moved closer to the back of the room.
"I didn't say anything that bad really. All I told them was that they were the most ill equipped and pathetic adventurers I had ever seen. I was trying to help them as they were headed for the mountains and with what they had I knew they would have been killed but for some reason they took offence at it. I can't think of why."

 

[Maniac9538]

Busts out laughing, can't helping it.
'Jeez you were right it is a stupid reason to get angry over.'
Ezekial then rubbed his forehead
'is it just me or do you feel like we're supposed to be somehwere else?'
His head thorbbed in pain
'oy that don't feel good.'

 

[Angelus]

Dailin looked at Ezekial with a strange look.
"You can feel that too. I thought that it was just me and I thought that it was some crazy wizard trying some idiot experiment that has gone wrong but now I am not so sure. There is somewhere else that we have to be, I can feel it. I don't know where but it isn't here."

Dailin walked towards the door and with one last look at the inside of the building walked out of it, heading towards the inn that Ezekial and himself were staying.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Is it all right if I be the force of evil?

IC: Four bolts of lightning flashed at once, converging at the same place. The ground shook and thunder rumbled angrily. A rain like never before seen descended on the dead plain. Slowly, a human shape was formed out of these electrical bolts. It took on the shape of a cloaked and armored woman. This woman slowly touched down on the ground. She walked forward, knowing where she was going and yet not knowing. Her red eyes glittered in her beautiful face. None had looked into that face and not felt desire. On her back rested a huge sword. A small village came into her vision and she stepped in. She slid her sword out of the sheath and cleaved their well in half. the clamor drew everyone out of their huts. She put her sword back in her sheath. "Come to me, my loyal servants, come and worship me and bge for life before my feet", she said in a piercing voice. They seemed entranced, and walked forward and began to beg for life. She bid what seemed to be the Wise Man to stand up. "Do they know I am here? Do they know of my arrival?" she asked him sweetly. He nodded. She took his jaw as if to kiss him, but instead, hardly increasing pressure, crushed his skull into putty. she dropped his corpse and let out a scream graceful and horrid. It spoke of death and fire and blood. All in the village, hearing the scream, also died. They were found with their heads totally obliterated. Also, their hearts were missing. As well as their souls.

 

[Maniac9538]

Ezekial shook his head as he followed Dailin, for some reason it just felt like someone cracked him over the head with a chair. Pain rifled through his skull.
'Either we're getting closer or we're going the wrong way Dailin, my head feels like I just got whacked with something.' Ezekial rubbed the back of his head trying to ease away the pain, man did it hurt like no other.

 

[Morgoth]

She walked slowly, deliberatley looking week. Behind her she had left a trail of destruction. She now approached the Barrens, an area in these Dead Plains where nothing grew lived, or dared to tread. Her pace quickened a bit. She soon reached the exact center. She raised her arms and an enormous beam of pure black, evil light slammed into her and the Barrens. It lifted her up and carried her just outside them. Everyone 10,000 miles away saw this beam of evil, and felt it too, for around the world, at that exact time, things went wrong for everybody. Bread collapsed in ovens, wine spoiled, food rotted. And as she stood there, arms raised above her head, a rumbling shook the earth. A tip of steel tore through the ground in the Barrens, and more followed. And enormous citadel sat there, undyielding to all weapons and magic. She let out a laugh so horrible that any who would have heard it would have gone mad."The Dark Lady returns!" she hissed. The gates swung open, revealing eternal darkness, and she entered.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Runs in, having spotted the Virgin*

*Paints, with red lipstick,a giant V on your forehead, then pops a little red baloon with sparkelies over your head, then runs off shouting*

You have been virginized by the RHPS Phan!!!!

 

[Lady_Siren]

Illynya entered the inn tired and worn out. She approached the inn keeper and requested a room. He gave her the key and she gave him the payment. She was about to head up to her room when someone grabbed her by the arm. The man leered at her drunkenly as he pulled her towards him. "Hey little lady, what shay you and I go for a shtroll" he asked his words slurred. She pulled her arm out of his grasp "No thank you, now if you will excuse me I will retire to my room now" the man grabbed her arm but this time more forcfully "I don't thhink you heard me, we are going for a shtroll" She pulled on her arm but he held on with a strength not normal for a drunk man. "I said let me go!" she said angrily her eyes narrowing. The man pulled her against him and smiled his teeth yellow and rotted. She tried not to gag as she struggled against him.

 

[Maniac9538]

Stepped up behind the man grabbing Illynya and grinned, tapping the much smaller man on the shoulder. 'Excuse me sir but the lady said leave her be.' The man turned beggining a sentence took one look up at Ezekial and passed out. Ezekial just chuckled, stepped over the man and playfully picked Illynya up in his arms. 'And hows my favorite warrioress tonight?' Looks down at the drunk on the floor 'Well besides idiot drunks grabbing you and forcing you to go on....what did he call it? a Shtroll?' He grinned as he slurred the word mimicing the drunk, a smile on his lips. 'Anyways why didn't you just kick his drunk ass? I mean you used to beat me up when we were younger, not that I complained about you on top of me.' Grins at her.

 

[Angelus]

As soon as Dailin saw Illynya he grinned. He loved to annoy the hell out of her and it seemed to be a gift that he had. He really didn't have to try, he seemed to annoy everyone really. Dailin walked up to Illynya, smiling when he saw the look on her face.
"So Illynya, fancy meeting you here. What happened to you this time. Did the adventure not go as planned?"

Before he could get a answer out of her or a fist in the face he walked away quickly, whistling a tune to himself. He walked up to the stairs but stopped when he saw a woman sitting at one of the tables all alone looking at him. He walked over to the table, sat down on one of the other chairs and said, "Well hello there."

He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see a giant of a man looking down at him, an angry look on his face. Dailin looked up at the man, "Yes my good man, can I help you?"
"You are speaking to my woman. Stop it and move away from the table or I will break you in half."
"You wouldn't do that now, would you."
Without a word of warning the man almost threw Dailin across the floor of the common room. As soon as he had stopped his backwards movement Dailin looked at the man who was moving straight towards him. He put up both of his hands and said, "Look sir. I didn't mean any disrespect. I just meant to talk to a beautiful woman. She seemed to want to talk to me."

With a shout the man swung his fist at Dailin who moved out of the way.
"Sir, I am deeply sorry. Will you please forgive me?"
"I will forgive you when you are dead," the man said before he swung his other fist at Dailin.

 

[Morgoth]

Sitting in her throne room, servants buzzed about attending her every need. She waited patiently for her messenger. He arrived slowly, shuffling and limping. A closer look would reveal that he didn't have a right leg. It was made of magic. So was the Dark Lady's power. "Do they stand by me or against me?" she asked, her very whisper bristling with power immense. The servant fanning her fell down, his head totally gone. "With you, My Lady. No one has the power to deny you", said the limping messenger.

 

[Devan Cyldragen]

Beltharius

Beltharius sat in is room on the second floor of the inn and went over his spellbooks studying and memorizing spell after spell. Suddenly there was an emmence magical tug at his mind. He cover his face with his hands and when he removed them they held blood. What ever had made the surge had done so with enough backlash to cause pain to Beltharius and he knew it was from very far away. Then the necklace around his neck began to tug at him twards the door. Maybe they had finally arrived he thought to himself. He gathered up his staff and made his way from his room to the hallway beyond and twards the common room at the bottom of the stairs.

"Sir, I am deeply sorry. Will you please forgive me?" Beltharius heard a voice say from the bottom of the stairs.

"I will forgive you when you are dead," a second man said.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs and could see what was going on he saw a towering man swinging at a smaller man. All of a sudden he felt an uncontrolable urge to act on the smaller of the two men's behalf.

" Sherat tokar Kit'n." Beltharius said and an invisible bolt of force lept from his hand striking the larger man in the temple and sending him flying across the room and into a wall.

He hadn't cast such a rudementary spell in nearly thirty years well not against another human. He looked from the crumpled form of the larger man to the smaller of the two who now starred at him openly. Beltharius began to speak,

" I am Beltharius Du'Candranak, Sorcerer of the Tower of Magus. I was given this necklace," he said indicating the necklace hanging around his neck, "in order to find those worthy of a quest. It appears my friend that the necklace has made it's first selection known to me. It has apparently chosen you."

 

[Maniac9538]

He walked over to the wizard and Dailin. 'Well old man I guess I'm another you are searching for since my friend Dailin and I came her for no other reason than a strange pull, actually felt more like someone cracking a chair over my head.' He looked at the necklace ' I've seen that necklace somewhere before. You said your name was Beltharius Du'Candranak? Then you must have known my Father!' With that he unsheathed his fathers sword, the sword crackled with energy. 'You are the wizard who gave this sword to my father.'

 

[Devan Cyldragen]

He looked at the sword as it crackled with the energy he had placed within the blade so long ago. He knew his own workings far better than did any other man on this or any other realm. He looked from the weapon to the man. There was a resemblence to the man whom he had given the blade as an honor of valor. Then the words of the fighter registered to Beltharius for the first time.

" Old Man?!?! " Beltharius said, " Old falls increadibly short of the truth child. I stand before you at the age of 154. Yet still I look not a day over 28. My magic preserves me, it rejuvenates my body and soul to live long after both should have ceased to exhist. I understand that my magic needs me as I need it for I am a vessel for its freedom. For magic is a part of us all."

Beltharius shook his head and spoke to himself I am getting old.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Illynya smiled as Ezekial picked her up. She shot a glance down at the drunken man and shook her head. Then Dailin approached making his snide comment. She couldn't help but smile. She had really missed these guys. Looking to Ezekial "I didn't want to start trouble plus I am awfully weary. Remember the last time were together I told you about me wanting to learn from the Elven mages to the north. Well there are no more. They were all killed by some dark stranger. At least thats all I can gather from the villagers. I Was leaving when I was attacked by a big band of men in dark robes.. I barely escaped" she was about to say something when she saw that Dailin had gotten himself into trouble. A big man was taking swings at him and though Dailin was dodging the man's friends were about to join in. Sighing softly she nudged Ezekial. Lets go help him out"

 

[Lady_Raisa]

Lydia walked slowly on the path going towards the shack deep in the forest. It was her small coven gathered inside the small shack deep in the forest. Three smiling faces met Lydia
"morning Liddy." Gabby said with her dark red lips gleaming.
"morning Gabby"
"hi Liddy. nice rest last night?" Ruby said grinning like a fool. She was grinning because Lydia didn't go home last night. she stayed at a 'friends' house. they 'liked ' each other alot. but they weren't serious for each other. they just liked sleeping together.
"You've been spying on me from the pond again." Lydia said letting her golden brown locks fall to her mid back. The wavy curls intertwined with one another and her green eyes blazed with happyness. Anyone in the coven would agree Lydia was the most beautiful. Gaberialla had black locks that stopped at her shoulders and Ruby had red hair that was as red as cheerys. little brown dots filled her pale face. The other girl was Kristina. They all called her Krissy and giggled together when they called her Chris. They were all early twentys.
They prayed to the goddess for a good day and went on their way. Ruby and Gabby walked to the castle as Lydia and Krissy walked to the feilds. They worked with the horses. Thats why their clothes weren't as nice as the other two girls. Lydia and Krissy talked about the horse called Skylittle. The two girls called her name and soon a beautiful black horse ran towards them. A man and woman got off the horse and walked up to the two girls .
"Shes friendly today" The man said
"Thanks Edward" Krissy said and took the reighns. The two girls rode on the horse to the stables and placed her in her stall. Lydia combed her as Krissy got the food.

 

[Lady_Raisa]

ooc:: sorry devon , I didn't mean for it to take so long untill i replayed . Everytime i went to send out the post it froze and i had to start over again . again i'm sorry but now i'm here