The Prophecy

[Guest]

An Evil Plot Thickens...

Satanius sat upon his dark throne his blood red eyes gazing at something unseen as he fantasized about the terror he would soon cause. His general approached him cautiously unsure of his mood. "Majesty?" Satanius rushed back to the present a cruel anxious smile on his lips "Yes Damien?" Damien relaxed somwhat when he realized he was in a better mood then earlier. "The altar is ready for the ritual" Satanius leaned back in his throne "Excellent!" He stood up quickly motioning his general to follow him. "I will turn this world into a place of sorrow and despair then I shall rule with everyone but a select few as my slaves. It shall be easy" Damien had to pick up his pace to keep up with the dark one who was almost running down the stairs that lead to the altar room. "But Majesty what about the heroes? Are you not taking precautions?" Satanius stopped and his smile grew as he entered the room. "Ah the heroes, the mighty heroes with spirits to strong to contain" he approached his scrying mirror and touched the surface. It clouded and soon revealed picture of a page out of a book. On the page was the prophecy with lights all in a circle representing the heroes of light. "You see I have plans for these heroes. The only power strong enough to defeat me is a specific crystal. This Crystal is kept in a place that I can't enter unless someone pure of heart invites me in. Once these heroes enter this realm and once they speak my name I am able to enter. The power that lyes there is inconceivable" he eyes lit up greedily as he pictured that power in his possesion. Damien frowned "But what are you going to do?" Satanius cleared the glass. "you shall see dear boy, you and the whole world shall see" then he became the brooding leader once again and ordered Damien out. "I must prepare the spell and cast it before the moon reaches it's peak. Now leave me!" Damien left immediatly shuddering as he remembered the last guy that had stayed to ask questions. Now alone Satanius stood in front of his alter and looked down at the small girl that was shackled to it. She looked at him with fear evident in her gaze. "W-What do you want with me?" he lightly stroked her face his touch didn't produce comfort instead she cringed with even more fear. "Dear girl do not be afraid. It will be your life that brings this world into a new era, an era of unity where all kingdoms shall be united... Under me!" she shook her head tears streaming down her face "No please" he chuckled enjoying her fear intensly. He left for a moment and when he returned he wore a dark cloak his red eyes the only thing visible from beneath. He began speaking in a low voice an ancient tongue that no one could know. He walked slowly around her his chanting grew in intensity and the whole room seemed to spark with energy. He stopped beside her and dipped his finger into a bowl of liquid. He annointed her chakras as he spoke in a tongue she knew "Dark goddess I call on you for strength to preform this night. I have been your loyal servent now grant me the power to bring this world under your rule! Under your sovreignty" He raised his hands high above his head and the girl realized he held an Athame in his hands. "With the death of innocence, with the death of purity, may the spirits of many suffer. May they be burried under despair, under desolation" His eyes glowed with blood lust as he raised his Athame and with one sure strike he brought it down peircing the girls heart. She arched a scream dying in her throat. Before the girls soul could escape to a higher plane he captured it in the handle of the dagger. The room glowed the fortress shook and the spirit of the world died.

 

[Lady_Siren]

OOC: I did it again! Lit keeps logging me out as I post a reply.. oh well I hope you like the beginning! I thought we could all start in the immediate vicinity of each other that way interaction can start early. How about a tavern of a villiage near by?



IC: Nalia stood on a hill gazing at the moon as it reached its peak. At that exact moment she felt a wave of power sweep across the land. A power so strong she staggered and had to catch her breath. Satanius... "Oh no brother what have you done now" she looked sadly at the moon "it has begun..."

 

[Forrester]

Jared

OOC: Sounds fine with me.

IC: Jared entered the tavern and threw his cloak from around his shoulders. The heat of the fireplace was inviting. It seemed as if the weather was a bit cold for this time of the year. No matter he could do his job well no matter what the season.

Choosing a chair in the shadows where he could watch the patrons and the door he called for the waitress and ordered a glass of wine and then settled back to enjoy the band of minstrels that were playing. Business was a bit slow of late and he had been wandering the town looking for a lead to employment. Failing that he had decided to come into the tavern for a drink and to forget about his not being able to find a job. If that failed he would most likely find a willing wench, rent a room and see if that didn't take his mind off of things.

 

[nightray]

Nigte

I walk in to the town my close still covered in the blood of the enemy of my last employer. I heed strait for the inn wonting to get a place to sleep and change out of my runind close. As I walk in to the inn the owner henrys to me weary on he’s face he asks do you need a healer. I smile grimly saying in a low voiy non of this blood is my own. I need a place to change and clean there blood of. I hand hem a gold pec saying I’ll be hear for a few day’s if that’s not enough I’ll pay when I need to. He looks at it saying this is snuff for a week my lord. I nod saying that’s fine I wont be hear that long inles sum one is able to hire me her.

I fallow the plump man up to my room as soon as he levees I strip the soiled close of throwing them in the corner. I can afford to by new once with the payment I got from my last employer he was most jeaneries after I saved he’s life so many time. I shake my heed he should never of been on the front lines but he insisted on being there. I wash quickly and put on sum fresh close before going to the tavern that I saw across the street for som thing to eat and drink.

 

[Morgoth]

"Ahhhhhhhh!" screamed the man, running from the woods chased by a pack of wolves. He suddenly spun about and created a wall of fire. Then turned and ran into the inn. The wolves growled their disapproval at the magical wall, then left for the woods. "That's what you get for trying to ruin the world", sniffed the man. He sat down at the bar and ordered a heavy drink.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Edric

Edric awoke with a start as the wagon bumped and shook as if it had been hit with something big, and then a piercing scream struck the air.
"What the hell was that?" Edric said sleepily, hurryingly rubbing his eyes.
"Raiders... a whole bunch of 'em!" screamed one of his fellow brothers of the mercenary group known as the Lion Hearts. The man then withdrew his blade, just as the wagon was hit by a second strike, which threw it onto its side. The entire group of people toppled on one another, and the blade flew from the man's hand, narrowly missing Edric's head as the other men landed on him. Just his luck, caught at the bottom of the pile...
And then, there was a horrible scream, and blood dripped down from somewhere above him... he realised with dread that they would all be slaughtered!
Edric did not know who it was who managed to fight back, but soon Edric was able to shove his way out from two dead bodies. The rest of the sell-swords, perhaps ten or so, had managed to jump out of the wagon and were fighting desperately against the raiders. However, there were so many raiders! Edric couldn't count them all, but there were at least 50! He knew there was nothing left, no chance...
With a heave, he pulled himself from the top of the wagon and looked around. The fighting was fiercest to his left, and to his right the ground made a steady decline. Figuring this was his best chance to escape, he jumped down. Instantly he was attacked, but with a swift maneuver, sent his opponent's head falling to the floor. Edric gave a scream and attacked a second raider, hacking a grievous wound in the man's chest before he could turn to face the challenge. And then, Edric felt something heavy crash into his back, and sent him sprawling; before he knew it, he was slipping down the decline, narrowly missing a few trees as his descent continued. Luckily, the trees were only sparsely covering the area, and before long he had reached the bottom without mishap. He had a moment to pause and consider what was going on.
Since when had raiders travelled in such numbers? He knew that, by now, any of the Lion Hearts who had not escaped were now slaughtered; but he felt nothing for the men, those cut-throats and pirates, making a facade of the name of their group.
Looking around the landscape, he noticed a rather large town nestled into the hills not far from him, and figuring it was his best bet, he turned and set off in the direction of the town, his mind still a blur from the fighting.

 

[geri]

Sera

Sera paused to take a long drink from the flask at her side as she surveyed the city before her. In her month away from her homeland she had been in cities though the first one was a shock to her having been born and raised in a barbarian tribe. The one thing she had learned was that it was good to expect just about anything when entering one. She had come across many people and some had been introduced to her blade rather quckly. Not a good way to make friends but it sure influenced them to leave her alone.

With a sigh she replaced the flask and headed toward the city once again and once again she asked herself why she was here instead of home doing the familiar things she felt comfortable with. Maybe the answer was she had gotten bored with being comfortable and maybe it was just the fact that she had felt a restlessness settle over her a few months before she had finally made the decision to leave and strike out on her own. She didn't really know but whatever reason fit she was here, miles from her home and about to enter another unknown.

She passed the city gates and looked around for an inn or tavern. She could use a meal and a drink and then a bed. She had been sleeping on the ground for the last week which was not bad but she needed a change of pace. Spotting the sign for the nearest tavern she headed for it, the conversation between herself and her younger sister playing in her mind.


"Sera, do you have to go?"

"Yes, Anya, I do. I want to see the world before I get too old to do it."

"You are not old and that is not the reason. Father says you are a dreamer."

"Maybe but dreams cannot be all bad or we would not have them every night."

"The world outside of the village is so different and I shall miss you terribly."

"I shall miss you too, Anya, but this is something I must do."

"Men are weak on the outside, not like the strong barbarians that are here. And many would seek your hand if you would hear them out."

AT this point Sera had kissed Anya on the cheek and said,"I am not ready for marriage and I know the men on the outside are different. As for being weak, well, they better not be. I would hate to have our meeting be over that quickly."


Sera smiled at the memory and opened the door to the tavern her stomach growling as the smell of food hit her. Giving the room a quick glance she found a table and ordered some stew and some ale and began to fulfill her most basic needs before dwelling on anything else.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Edric

Edric stumbled into the tavern, his body nearly trembling with his exhaustion. He collapsed into the nearest unoccupied table, which happened to be one in the darkest corner of the tavern, and unceremoniously collapsed in the seat. He decided now that he was safe, it was time to consider what he was going to do next. As he thought of this, he scanned the tavern: the patrons were not above the ordinary. The customary amount of drunken fools sat, their thoughts in their cups, and the few adventuring-looking types who usually filled these type of places.
His mind wandered, and he thought of the attack. Since when was the world such a place, that that amount of raiders banded together? Indeed, something afoul must be happening, when even a travelling band of hardened mercenaries could be robbed. He ordered a drink with a simple wave of his hand at the nearest passing waitress. She nodded, and scurried off towards the bar. Edric, meanwhile, leant back in his chair, and let his ever-vigilant gaze scan the room.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nalia entered the tavern and glanced around. Brushing her silver hair out of her eyes she headed for the bar. She ordered a drink and relaxed in her seat. Her mind was running a hundred miles an hour as she remembered her mothers last words to her. Her mind drifted and she found herself in the past. She was standing in her mothers room as her mother lay dying on the bed from an illness. "Nalia" she said "there is something I must tell you. Our family has a secret, a very dark secret. You never met your father I would not allow it and now I shall tell you why. He was an evil man, a man of darkness. To be precise he was the leader of the dark order" Nalia shook her head, "it can't be" her mother sadly stroked her cheek "He fooled me into bedding him so he could obtain an heir but he failed when I escaped him with you and your brother. But his evil still resides inside you children and one day that evil may conquer the good. I'm not worried about you, you inherited my spirit but your brother has the potential. Please take care of him, and promise me. Promise me that if one day he chooses the side of his father you will put aside your love for him and save the world from what could be the apocolypse it'self" Nalia hesitated "Promise me!" her mother almost shouted finally Nalia nodded "I promise mother" .... Nalia snapped back to the present when the bartender handed her her drink. She nodded her thanks and payed him. She knew now that her mother had been right, her brother took after her father and now he had taken that first step to the dark order. He must be stopped and it was up to her. She knew what she had to do she had to find warriors using her ability to sense the strongest spirits. And she must bring her brothers evil heart to an end...

 

[nightray]

Night

I walk in to the tavern looking around sing that the dark corner is taken I shrug and move to the bar. I sit nest to a good-looking women. I think well if I can’t sit by my self I mite as well sit next to the best looking person in the place. I order a mug of ale and I look over at the lady next to me saying in a quite vois hello. I let a small smile touch my lips not wonting to scare her of.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nalia looked up from her drink and looked at the man who said hello. Her gaze met his and she breifly probed his spirit and recognized with surprise one of the spirits she was supposed to find. She smiled but it held no mirth, "It seems fate has a way of knowing just when to kick in" she noticed his confused expression and sighed softly. This wouldn't be easy to explain "Forgive my rudness I'm Nalia. And surprisingly enough you are one of the people I'm supposed to find" she fiddled with her drink trying to think of an easy way to put this. "I don't know how to tell you that but your fate is to save the world"

 

[Darklord]

Bogar

He had been forced once again to make a detour on his journey northward to the ruins of Joltec. He had run into another group of bandits, of which there seemed to be more and more, on his way to go and collect some more interesting artifacts he could sell in the southern cities for a good profit. Sighing he decided to go into the tavern of the walled town he had been forced into by outrunning the brigands.

Walking into the bar he did a quick survey of the people there with his eyes. It seemed a hired blade was in one corner, a pretty young woman at the bar talking to a somewhat nondescript man, and what seemed a barbarian maid was at another. "My gods, what a assorted lot this, on top of the regular riff raff a place like this contains." he thought as he walked to the table the hired blade sat at, and motioning that he wished to join the man, waited till he saw him nod, and sitting nodded himself and ordered two drinks, one for him and one for his table companion.

Sitting back he tasted the swill they called ale here and quickly ran through the inventory of his items and gear about him. He knew he looked a little odd wearing a set of steel backed leather armor in varying shades of brown and green, the best for hiding in the woods when traveling. Also the long bow and full quiver usually gave most people the last clue that he had once been a king's ranger. Plus supplies and equipment for a month in the field in the pack he had set in the floor once he had sat.

Dropping his hand he quickly checked the looseness of his long sowrd worn at his hip, a gift from his late king and employer. Reaching up, he finally pulled the hood of his cloak clear of his face so his table companion could look him in the one eye he had, another gift of his service with the king. Absentmindedly, he stroked the long jagged scar running from his scalp over and through where his left eye had been and down to his chin where it cut through part of the beard he had grown over his face. Finally he decided to pump the merc for info and stuck out his hand to the merc and said "I'm Bogar"

 

[nightray]

Night

I look at her then I begin to chukil under my breth at the idea that I would save the weald. I say lady you must be mistaking I’m nothing more then a hired sword. I fight for any one how can afford to pay me I’m now harrow. I take a long pole of my ale before looking back at her. I say you do have my attention though if I was the harrow that you think I am what would you need my help for.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Edric

"Name's Edric." he replied simply, eyeing this audacious stranger. He took a gulp from the ale the man had bought him, before placing the drink down. His hand instinctively moved to the hilt of his long sword, and he noted the other man also rested his hand on the pommel of his sword.
"So, what is it that you want?" Edric said blatantly. At the look of the other's confused face, he took another gulp. "Well, a man doesn't just walk in and buy another man a drink without a reason, if you know what I mean."
Edric leaned forward to get a clearer look of the other man. "So, what is it that you want?" he repeated.

 

[Roughneck]

Preston stagers into the Tavern with his mates, drunk and brewing for a fight. As they enter the tavern they push some fellow patrons from a table and claim it as theirs. "Wench" yells Preston in his drunken state. " A round of beers for me and my mates" The commotion made by Preston and his friends draws angry stares. Preston stands up, drawing his sword and staggering about he yells, " I see ya dont like me, do ye wish to fight about it." Before Preston can finish his drunken thought he falls flat to the ground. His friends laugh at his drunken state and drang him up off the ground, placeing him in a chair against the wall. Preston in the chair, slumped over, mumbles the name Satanius aloud.

 

[Darklord]

Bogar

Well, things were moving a little better than he had expected. The man obviously was a keen observer of men as well as being probably a pretty decent fighter. Smiling he too took a sip of ale, then setting it down said, "I need a companion to go with me north on a trip to the ruins of Joltec. I work as a collector of rare and unusual things for the wealthy of the South Lands. As you no doubt know, there are many bandits on the road, and another sword along for the trip is always a welcome thing to have. I would be willing to cut you in on some of the money we can earn by such a trip." and finishing he waited to see what his reply would be.

As he sat back a crowd of druken oafs staggered in a started to cause a ruckus, closing his one eye in pain at the noise he feverently wished to be back in the quiet of the woods. Just then a fellow fell over, passed out, he thought at this "Well, one less moron to interrupt business." as he turned back to the merc.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Edric

Edric took another swig of his drink, regardless of the foolish drunks. He contemplated what the other man was offering.
"I will need a deposit, for starters. And I want a quarter of everything." Edric replied, sure of himself from his many years at this very kind of work. "So, what do you say now, Bogar?"
The other man opened his mouth to answer, and Edric looked across at the drunks. It seemed they had helped their friend to a chair, and a strange silence fell over the tavern, which made the one word which slipped from the man's throat audible to all...
"Satanius..."
The word sent an eery chill through Edric's soul, for an unknown reason, and Bogar seemed to have paused.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nalia was trying to think of some way to put this whole thing. She wasn't even sure what it all meant herself when she heard her brothers name. She froze a shiver running up her spine as she turned to look at the man who had spoken it. She stood up slowly and looked to her new aquaintence "You are the hero I speak of. Whether you choose to believe it fate will sucker you into helping one way or another" she then turned to the man who had spoken. No one would know her brothers name, all knew him as the dark one. Unless... she probed his spirit but she already knew he also was one of the heroes. Studying him for a moment she almost laughed at the ridiculous notion that this drunk would save the human race. "we're doomed" she muttered before heading over to him. Ignoring his friends stares she waved a strange smelling substance under his nose and he jerked awake his eyes wide and unforcused. She stood up then "You will come with me. We need to talk" the man looked at her as if she was insane but her tone of voice was filled with authority. "Come!" she said angry at her fate, angry at the world for pitting her against her brother whom despite everything she still loved. She practically dragged the man to a booth in the corner. She motioned for her new companion to join them. "Meet another hero of light" she said gesturing to the man who still looked at her as if she had grown a second head. Thats two in one place she thought. The rest should be here as well then. She sent a calling out wth her mind to those with the spirits of light. If they were here they would feel the pull and come to her. Now she had to deal with this drunk... sighing softly she turned to the task at hand.

 

[Roughneck]

Preston

Preston smelt the strange aroma as it drifted into his nose. He awoke, eyes wide, senses restored. That is when he noticed the strange women, what shocked him more was what she said, " You will come with me, we need to talk" Preston was outraged inside, who was a women to give him orders, he gave her a nasty look. "Come" she said in an angry tone, nearly pulling Preston with her. As she led him to a booth, Preston could hear the snickers and laughs from his mates, this angered him inside.

When she sat him down she intorduced him to another fellow that was seated, but Prestons thoughts were not there. What did catch his attention was what she said. "Meet another hero of light." This statement took Preston by suprise, and the look in his face showed it. Preston bolted up and took a few steps back from the booth. He then drew his eyes to the female who had ruined his drunken mood. Anger in his eyes Preston spoke, " You know me not wench, and a hero im not" The tone in his voice drew stares from fellow patrons, the mood in the tavern was tense.

Preston turned around to his mates, who at this time had stoped drinking and looked with great intrest. " Give me the vile" Preston yelled. At this time the Plump Innkeeper comes running out, "Please dont do this again Preston" begged the Innkeeper. Preston turned to the man, then flung him to the floor. " Silance you fool, I need to show her what I truly am" Yelled Preston. Again he turned to his mates and yelled "The vile now" One man slowly got up and slowly aproached Preston. He handed the vile to Preston, hand shakeing. Preston snatched the vile from the mans hand and turned back to the strange women. " A hero of light am I" asked Preston, his tone mocking her words. "My poor dear, im a prisoner of hell itself" With that being said Preston consumed the liquid contents of the vile.

For a breif moment the room was silent, Preston standing before the room, their attention focussed on him. He began to convulse, then fell to the floor, griping his stomach, coughing , and rolling about. As soon as it had started he stoped and lay motionless on the floor. Then a wicked laugh could be heard comeing from Preston, a laugh that held an evil tone. He slowly rose from the ground and again turned to the women. This eyes now held a red pale to them, the muscles in his body strained, a wild and crazy look now covered his face. He took a few step towards her, an evil grin crossed his face. " My dear, I am no hero of light, I am A traped soul, bound to constant Hell" said Preston as he took a few steps back. He looked around the room and spoke again. " Do like what you see, this is the reward im given for selling my soul" With that he smashed a table with his fist, then slung a chair across the room, smashing it into the wall. "Damn you Satanius" Roared Preston as he went to throw another chair. Just then Prestons friends jumped him, takeing him to the ground. One looked up at the women an said, " For God sakes help us, do something quick"

 

[Lady_Siren]

Nalia watched the show with a sort of detached interest. So her brother had managed to enslave one of the heroes. Fate was strange. Sighing softly she stepped forward and touched the man softly on the shoulder. She took his anger and hatred into herself and instilled calm into him. He stopped ramsacking the tavern but he still glared at her anger and hatred overpooring from his gaze. "What if I were to tell you that you can revenge on this man that you hate so passionatly. That you can ruin his life like he ruined yours? It can't hurt to hear me out can it?" she patiently knelt in front of the man awaiting his reply.

 

[Roughneck]

Preston

The rage inside himself subsided as he felt her touch. He slowly was gaing control over his emotions, and felt his body relax. He slowly looked up at her, the red glare in his eyes was slowly being replaced by the soft blue that was once there. A tear gently rolled down his face as he looked at her, fear running through him. His lip quivered as he began to speak, " I am bound to him through this posion I drink, its through him that I still live." Preston slowly stood up and felt a great shame come over him, the destruction of his rage could be seen around him, and he held his head in shame. I can not discuss my conection to Satanius here, if you wish to know more we need to talk in private.

Preston slowly walked towards the door of the tavern, throwing a small bag of gold on the bar. " Thats for the damage old man, Im sorry." said Preston. Before he walked out he turned around and offered a parting word to Nalia, " If you wish to talk, ask the Innkeeper, he will direct you to my home." With that being said Preston left the tavern, guilt and shame hung heavy on him as he walked home.

 

[Dark Warrior]

Edric

Edric felt a strange pain in his head, and all of a sudden his entire focus was on the girl who had been dealing with the drunk.
"Uh... excuse me... I h..have to..." he mumbled to Bogar, but before he had even finished he was walking towards her. The drunk had left the tavern after a very strange show.
"Miss? What... what is this?" He asked her, one hand clutching his head while the other tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention.
She turned to face him with a curious look on her face, and one that Edric could not understand. However, when her eyes looked into his, he felt the pain subside, but she still made no move to answer him. It seemed that she was staring into his soul...
"What's going on?" he tried again.

 

[nightray]

Night

I move to the corner both with the strange lady thinking why not it’s an amusing story and I would mined herring more. I watch as the new guy goes nuts I smirk. I say some hero tell you what I’ll go along with this for now at lest until I finned some one willing to pay my price. I’ve got so much money now that I could retir so I’m willing to go on your quest if for no other reason then to have a good laf. So where are the rest of your so called heroes. I keep an eye on the one how went buzerc not wonting be cot of gard.

 

[Darklord]

Bogar

He had been about to retort with a counter offer to Edric, afterall, they were both business men, and so expected to haggle, and finally settle on something the two men would know to be fair. But before he could speak, everything went to hell so to speak. First off, the woman and the guy go and deal with the drunk, and then cause him to go through a fairly impressive transformation. And then he felt a pain in his skull, much like getting hit with a stick unawares. Suddenly his table companion mumbles something and stumbled off.

For a minute he was surprised, and then thought over how Edric looked, "Just like I fell.. hmmm... maybe those lessons from the Master Ranger in the magical and woodland arts really are paying off today..." he thought as he quickly looked over to see Edric talking to the girl, just then he felt a.... tug... that was the best way to describe it. Grunting he quickly checked his gear and sword before standing, and walking over observed Edric talking to her.

Pursing his lips he set his hand on her shoulder and tugging her, walked her over a few steps away from the others and quietly, but forcefully said "Miss, I don't know who you are.. BUT, you do not use that powerful a summonses when the ones you seek are but a mere few feet away, it really hurts, ALOT. Now, since thats done, what is it that you need me for, cause if its a crock of piss and shit, you will not like my answer."

 

[Roughneck]

Preston

Preston kicked the dirt as he nade his short walk home. " Why the hell can't people leave me alone" Preston mumbled to himself. Preston was to much into his own self pity, to notice the dark figure following him. As he neared his home the figure spoke, " My master wishes to speak with you." Preston startled, whiped around drawing his sword. Seeing it was Satanius servent, he relaxed. "What the hell do you want" said Preston, anger filling his voice. " I want nothing, but Satanius desires to see you" spoke the man. "Do not anger him, for you know what can happen" Preston sighed, for he knew what would happen if he challenged Satanius. " Where is he" questioned Preston. A sly grin crossed the servants face, " He is but a short distance outside of town, I will take thee" Preston followed the man, dreed filled his mind, he did not look foward to seeing Satanius.