The Tale of a Legend Lost.....

[Cryo]

In the farthest most reaches of the icy north, a lone figure was walking. He was pushing his way through the blizzard, determined to reach his goal before being claimed by the ice. The winds gushed and bellowed, whiping his heavy cloakes around him like silk. Snow buffeted his covered face. Several times, the snowy ground upon which he tred gave way, and he fell. The entirity of nature, it seemed, was bent on stopping this mortal.
But he was not to be stopped. Slowching low to protect himself from the wind, he continued through the harshest of enviroments, with no thoughts of turning back.
Eventualy, his strength gave way. With all his reserved drained, he sank to his knees. All he could see infront of him was a blanket of white. With his last ounce of strength, he extended his arm, hoping in vain that those extra few inches would be enough. All he touched however, was the snow on the ground, as he fell foward and stopped moving....




The blizzard ended as suddenly as it came. the human lay half buried in the snow, his arm still outstretched to forever reach for what he can never grab.
Two inches infront of his fingers, a door opened. A half naked man, completely oblivious to the cold, stepped out and looked at the frozen figure in pity. Then, looking into the distance, towared the horizon, THe man gave a sigh.
"I am called once more" he said with an expressionless voice, "And this time, I don't think I'm coming back." He went inside the igloo and put on his ancient armor. Stapping his cherished weapons to his waist and back, Ether Melt set off once more to answer the call of adventure....

 

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

A man of little hight, his face ashen, his hands clenched tightly about his collar, to keep his clothing wrapped close to his body, marched through the bitter cold. His eyes were set in firey determination, he and his companion had been exiled to this cold land for what their people considered crimes. Rothalis scowled as he walked on, his feet were going numb, his breathing was slowing... He knew death would claim him in less than a day. He gritted his teeth, he was a proud man, he would not accept that fate so easilly, so he trudged on. His eyes burning with the firey spirit of life. His companion had rushed off like a fool... Most likely head long to his death... Rothalis wouldn't be acompanying him on that journey, he swore to himself he wouldn't...

 

[Mistress]

Isha

OOC: 5'4 slim built, raven black hair, deep brown eyes. Her skin is dark.
Not sure what to do with her just yet, I figured I'd let someone say what my place is here, whether its lover,daughter,slave, etc...



Isha shivered when the door was opened to let in the freezing air, huddled in her bed furs she watched as he left. A slight frown came to her face, but she never spoke a word. All that matter was that she was alive and warm for the time being.

[Edited by Mistress on 03-11-2001 at 07:30 PM]

 

[Morgoth]

Lokken fell out of the portal just as a large chunk of ice hit him in the head. He rubbed his head, then started shivering. "Stupid sorceror. Sends me to the same damn plane over and over again! And by the looks of this place...", he muttered, taking a long look around. He began to walk north, always north, and sending out signals of heat.

 

[Angelus]

Christian walked along as he wrapped his cloak around himself. He looked around at the forest that the mage had put him in and said, "Damn fool mage. If I get my hands on him I will make him pay for this."

As he walked along he heard a song coming from his sword and placed his hand onto it, listening to what his sword had to tell him. It was then that he saw the storm that was coming his way and scanned the area for some shelter. Then; out of nowhere the storm struck and Christian began walking through the forest towards whatever shelter was out there, cursing the mage and the wind as he went.

[Edited by Angelius on 03-12-2001 at 04:02 PM]

 

[Morgoth]

Lokken sent some heat energy trhough his body, but he still shivered under the cold wrath of the storm.

 

[Cryo]

OOC; Why you guy's are flocking around me, I don't know.

Ether made his way through the snow capped hills with ease, compleatly at home in the chilling air. Well, relative ease I should say. Being the old man that he was, certain aspects of rhumatism and arthritis plaigued his joints when a whif of warm air (about -20 degrees or so) passed by. But he was fine right now. A powerfull blizzard was raging, and the half elemental was in bliss.
"Now is not the time" he said to himself. "I am called once more to restore the balance, so I must quickly discover what is out of place"
A little later, his left shoulder began to ache slightly, indicating that there was some heat nearby. Looking around, he saw a figure, practially radiating with a heat rivaling his anciant love. THe figure still shivered in the cold, despite his magical warmth, which gave Ether some cynical pleasure.
Ether appeared out of the blizzard so suddenly that it knocked lokken onto his back in suprise, quickly melting a deep crater beneth him.
"Lokken my friend, What brings you to my realm?" Asked Ether.
Lokken was an old man too. Much older than Ether. He was aged and experienced when Ether was still a teenager starting his forst adventure, and the ice man was almost 70 by now. His magic was still strong as ever, and it belied his age. "Damnit iceman. Don't scare me like that!" had he been in his prime, Lokken would have sensed his old friend a mile away. As it was though, he was concentrating on banishing the cold from his bones - made more difficult thanksto his quick little swim.


OOC; sorry for controling you like that, but I'm trying to get across the point that the adventure after "war of the immortals" was a turning point for Ether, because he managed to kill Lokken, abd the moment he died, his unfinished quest ended, Ether came to his senses and revived the mage. They have since become friends.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Do we have a plot yet, or is it first come first serve?
cause we all know what wonderous plots I come up with *dry cough*

Garret watched the old man carefully. He limped slightly, that might be an advantage, limpers weren't often good runners. In fact, the limpier the slower.
He chuckled softly to himself.
Come on now, none of that. It was time for concentration. Quickly Garret drew back his cloak and reached out silently. Just a few more gold pieces and he would...
He snatched the small satchel and was gone in a flash.
The man hardly noticed, he gave a slight turn, as if a breeze had passed by, but nothing more. Garret was already down a blank alley opening the satchel for whatever happened to be inside.
Ahh... not bad, he quickly took out a pair ivory embroidered daggers. This would make a fine profit, enough for him to leave this miserable place. There was also a nice little purse of money, 100 or so gold coins. He placed them along with his own. Nothing more in the sack, damnit.
Well, it was still better than he had expected. He quickly hid the daggers and walked back onto the street.
"THERE HE IS!"
The man pointed at him, and two guards both started running.
shit.
Garret took off, in a blur. He ran through the crowded marketplace, trying to lose himself. He ducked, ran, then would stand up, oblivious to what was going on. The guards, however, were unimpressed and kept on his trail. He cursed this blasted heat. That's what you get for putting a city on the verge of a desert though. The guards were getting as tired as he was, so there was some comfort in that.
In one single graceful move he jumped from a wooden crate onto the second story window ledge. He looked back, pausing just a second so he could see the faces of the guards, and then ran inside.
Two men looked at him puzzled, they had been tirelessly working on weaving a rug together. Garret smiled at them pleasently and threw a few pieces of gold on the ground.
"Swee' harum," the language of the village, it was equivalent to have a nice day, although he never actually translated it directly over.
Running through the room he went down to the door. Outside it was empty. Brilliance, Garret the great once again prevails over the unenlightened powers of...
OOOMMMMFFFFF!!!!
He was on the ground, dust somehow found it's way into his mouth.
"Nice try Garret."
They knew him by reputation, how flattering. The feeling in his stomach however told a different story.
"Come, let's see what the king has to say about this."
The king? Oh no, one of the most ruthless men in all the world. He killed a jester one time for not making him laugh enough. Imagined what he did to common thieves.
"Can't you just cut off my hand?" Garret asked.
The guards shook their heads, evil grins already emerging from their cruel lips.
Damn this heat. Garret had wanted to go somewhere cooler before he died.

 

[Angelus]

As Christian walked through the wind and now the rain he knew that he needed to find shelter and soon. Just then a small home appeared before him and Christian walked towards it, hoping that he wasn't seeing things. As soon as he got near the building he slowly reached out a hand and laughed out loud when he felt the wood.

He walked around the building and as soon as he found the door to the place he reached his hand out but before he could open the door it slowly opened by itself. Christian's hand went down to his sword as he walked into the building and looked around. The first thing that he saw was the person sitting in front of the fire and walked towards him.

"Come- sit down sir knight. It is not a nice time to go wandering around in the forest when there is a storm out and you should be in Lathanus."

Christian's eyes widened- how did this person know where he was going? His hand gripped his sword even tighter when he considered the possibility that this person could be an evil mage.

The person looked at him and laughed, "You have no reason to fear me. I will not cause you any harm, in fact I am here to help you get to Lathanus. Now sit and I will tell you how I can help you."

Christian slowly sat down and looked at the fire as the person began to speak.

 

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

For hours Rothalis trudged through the bitter cold, his joints crying out as he moved on. His head lowered and his mouth open, he breathed shallowly. His heart was slowing, the cold was winning.

Falling forward suddenly, his legs sapped of all strenght, Rothalis's thin breath fell uppon the cold, snow covered ground. He reached up with a hand to carry himself along that way, even now he wouldn't accept death.

 

[Cryo]

Ether

Ether looked up, and into the distance. "Hm. Someone's knocking at my front door. Shall we take a visit to my little abode?" Lokken shuddered at the thought of where the ice man lived, but followed anyways.
"Tell me Ether, why are you out at this time? I had thought that you retired from adventuring!" about 10 years ago, when Lokken and Ether banished the soul of a renegade wizard out for revenge, the ice man had vowed to lay down his father and enjoy his golden years in peace. Yet here he was, dressed in his mother and adorning his father (blue crystaline cuirass and the ice-saber/blizzard-katana) obviously heading out once more.
"I go when I am called, when the balance is shifted. What about you Lokken? your nature is heat. what brings you to the icy north?"
"My damn underling was supposed to send me to the heaven mountains, but the bastard teleported me here. it's the 5th time he's done that, and now I'm starting to think he's doing it on purpose" Lokken wasn't shivvering anymore, his anger warming him up significantly. Befor Ether could press the matter, they arived at his igloo, to see another man crawling across the snow.

[Edited by Cryo on 03-16-2001 at 10:30 AM]

 

[Angelus]

The person looked at Christian with a smile before he let out a soft laugh. At first Christian wondered what the person was laughing at and went to stand but the person said, "I did not mean to laugh- forgive me. I am here to tell you that you are going to go on a holy crusade of sorts."

Christian's hand went down to the hilt of his sword and looked at the person in shock. He knew that there was something strange about the person from the moment that he met him but he didn't know why he hadn't sensed that he was talking to a god.

The person laughed again, "I'm not a god. I am but a normal human- well, not really normal but that is not an important point. What is important is that you are to find a half elemental named Ether Melt and help him in his quest any way possible."

Christian took in a sharp breath when he heard Ether's name as he hadn't heard it in a while and he thought that the person was dead. He looked at the person in the chair and said, "Where are I to go?"

"You will know- now go as the storm outside has ceased."

Christian got to his feet and walked to the door then opened it and looked out, finding to his shock that the storm had gone. He turned to the person to ask him how he knew but saw that where the person sat was nothing more than an empty chair. He shook his head as he walked out, Gods, they love to have their fun.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: Ok, Pardon an Idiot, But this is a post on the rush.
Someone give me a quick rundown of WHO IS HERE and WHERE THEY ARE So Rolando The great can Once again Ride!

Game awn dudes!

 

[Mistress]

lol well I am Isha but I dont know where I am and who I belong to yet! lol

 

[poohlive]

Garret watched as the gold was slewn across the floor. Hundreds of coins glittered in the afternoon sun. He looked in defiance at the man who had spilled them out.
"This was found on his person, your grace, and a man swore not two minutes before that his satchel full of many coins was taken."
The portly fellow nodded his head solemnly, looking at the coins. Garret knew he simply wanted to take the money and run. It was more than double that he had previously carried. Yet, Garret wouldn't point that out. He might be stubborn, but he wasn't a fool.
The lord nodded, looking at Garret with some disgust, "Anything else?"
"My daggers," replied the man, "I had two ivory handled daggers were inside the satchel as well."
One of the guards shook his head, "He had nothing of the sort on him."
Garret spoke solemnly, "I threw them away your grace, I did not think them any importance."
Garret loved lyiung under oath. The truth was they were hidden in a secret pocket within his cloak, along with several other of his weapons. He knew how sticky the guards fingers were, probably about as sticky as his were.
"Is that all?"
Garret shook his head, "No. There is this," he walked up to the lord and spat in his face. Then he walked back to his appropriated chair and sat back down. If you were about to be baked, you might as well jump into the fire. Stealing was already death, especialy from someone as prestigious as the lord's family. He thought that adding some icing on the cake was justified in this situation.
The lord took out a silken napkin and wiped his face, "Very well. Your sentence is death by beheading tomorrow morning."
Beheading? He thought he would get hanging for sure, but this? Only simple thiefs got beheading.
"Your grace, I might indulge you to reconsider the sentence. You see, moronic assholes such as yourself are usually wrong about such things."
The guard hit him in the stomach, hard. He went down to his knees, holding his side protectively.
"Very well," there was anger in his face now, "If you wish to die like a dog so be it. Tomorrow Sarani and I will take the fastest horses out into the desert, we will ride until the sun turns to twilight, then we shall let you be on your way."
Garret let his body sink to the floor. Now he was in for it. He might have been able to bribe someone before the next day to get him out, but not now. He was going to die within the next few days, whether he liked it or not.
Two guards carried him back to his cell, there he waited impatiently for dawn to come.

Ooc: oh yeah, I'm Garret and I'm about to die. Don't worry about me though. Everyone is either going to see Ether or is already there... thats pretty much about it. It's only the first page, don'tcha know.

 

[Angelus]

OOC: I would help Garret out of his little predicament if you wish for me to do that but all I need to know is where you?

 

[Cryo]

OOC; Mistress, perhaps I wasn't clear. (or you havn't looked into the "Hey, all you old schoolers" thread. T

This one is a gathering of all the old guy's, as a get together and a final mission concept. It's like a 20 year highschool reunion. We all graduated 20 years ago, and your just a 16 year old in 10th grade. Your just out of place, and a bad anacronism

[Edited by Cryo on 03-14-2001 at 09:47 PM]

 

[Mistress]

Errr yeah, sorry

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: come come now, Garret has been a bad boy, he needs to be punished. If we let him off with only a slap on the wrist, he won't learn his lesson. As soon as he is in the desert for a while, you can go help him out, but I always like to have a bit of foreground before I introduce a character...


Garret sighed, the prison cell was nothing short of gloomy. He had seen the insides of many a prison, but nothing was this awful. The guards must purposely make it this way, it was bad enough to make a common criminal go straight...
almost.
He twiddled with the ring on his finger, a nice present from the guard, or at least it will be when the guard finally notices it. It was a dull gold, hardly worth a pick, but it was the principle of the thing, damnit. He had to stand up to his rights by taking things that belonged to other people.
"Psst."
Garret looked at the far wall, two unblinking eyes stared back at him. He moved over cautiously, curious as to who this strange person was.
"I heard you were senteced to the long walk."
They had a saying for everything nowadays. Garret nodded.
"It's a shame. I'll be beheaded tomorrow, but I would rather have my death than your own."
Having your insides turned to dust, or having your head chopped cleanly off, it didn't sound like something Garret would have wanted to spend the night thinking about.
"Here, this isn't much, but it will help."
Through the small hole he handed a deerskin. It was filled to the brink with water. Garret eyed it hungrily, or thirstily if there is a word. He placed it in one of his deeper pockets.
"Thank you good sir," he said.
The man smiled, "There is no thanks needed, we will soon both be dead."
Garret nodded again. If he could stretch out the water it would probably be a few days before the inevitable happened. Even if he did make it back to the city, the guards would kill him on sight. And there wasn't a village or town within a week's walking travel from here.
Death will come on swift wings.
Garret passed the gold ring through the small hole.
"I know this isn't much, but please sir, take it."
The man gave a hearty laugh on the other side.
"Why, this is my ring. Some guard took it from me when they placed me in here."
Sticky fingers, just as he had said, sticky fingers. The man began laughing and cheering. Garret left him alone. He needed to celebrate life before he was put to death.
As for him, he had to try and find a way out of here before dawn.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Actually, Cryo. The sorceror works for Lokken. He's the guy who opens interdimensional portals for him. But he keeps sending him to the wrong places in the right dimensions. But I'll let it go... this time.

IC: "Ummm, nice place you've got, Ether. It's a little cold though", shivered Lokken.

 

[Cryo]

Ether

"Thank you" said ether, then turning his attention back to the man in the chair. "Are you feeling better now? you almost fell to hypothurmia"
".....y-y-yes... T-th-th-thank you-u-u...." said the man, shivvering under a blanket.
"Who are you? and why are you way out here?" asked Lokken, trying his best to keep both of them warm.
"R-r-rothalis..." he managed to mudder



OOC; (just seing rollands post now. sorry) if you don't know my character, than you don't belong here. Ether Melt is a half ice elemental, Master cleric to the neutral god of ice Cryo, A leading defender in maintaining the balance of the world, and a very old, experienced, wise adventurer.

 

[Morgoth]

Lokken increased his heat output drastically, and warmed Rothalis up quite a bit.

 

[Ravenloft]

Rothalis:

"I was exiled for crimes against my people... Along with another... He was too foolish to stay at my side and ran off... Likely to his death..." Rothalis said bitterly. Thanks to these two's help he would live. For what good it would do... He had no idea how long he would be allowed to stay within the safty of their abode...

 

[Morgoth]

"What type of crimes were they?" asked Lokken.

 

[Angelus]

As soon as Christian entered the city he heard the commotion and walked up to one of the people who was shouting out. He tapped the person on the shoulder who turned and looked at him, "Yeah, what is it you want?"
"I am just wondering what all the noise is about?"
"They caught a thief and they are going to send him out into the desert to die," the man said.
That isn't right, they have no right to do that to a person even if he is a thiefChristian thought. He then walked forward and knew that this would be something that he had to look into as see if there was something that he could do.