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The Mage, The Demon, and The Fragments. Friday, November 6th at 9 p.m. EST
by Kasaven
Owain leaned his elbows on the old stone table and sighed heavily as if he had expelled weeks of disappointment in a single breath. He looked up from the journal to try to draw inspiration from his surroundings – the spilled potions and discarded herbs scattered about screamed their impotencies at him. Bones sat in an almost too orderly pile in the corner, covered in a tattered blue magician’s robe. The old mage, the plague. Few remembered Benedict’s laboratory, hidden by magical means in the lost lands, which is why Owain chose to take refuge here in his studies. He had sat weeks without food, and his supply of water had grown scarce. He opened his palm to reveal three red crystal fragments, and he carefully maneuvered them about his hand with his index finger, thinking, searching. The gem had been destroyed, killing the Shadow Lords and Casca, but the shards were still intact. They were the only devices which could lead Lady Dawn and Lord Owain to Robert – if he were still alive.
Yet Owain saw an even greater opportunity in the shards. They held a more potent power, even in their scattered forms. The power of resurrection. The shards began to glow and levitate above his outstretched hand and he closed his eyes to meditate. His mind flowed to his vision of Relvinian, the ancient mage, the undead with an army of demons at the hedge maze, and a sharp pang of wrong penetrated his senses. His eyes shot open as he quickly tightened his grasp upon the crystals. The door behind him burst with such force that it struck Owain squarely in the back, sending him flying into the wall as the three crystal fragments flew from his clutch to scatter alongside broken glass and discarded notes about the laboratory floor. A large, black demon burst through the doorway, collapsing the stone doorframe with her wings, sending rocks projecting about the room. Owain looked on with a face as grim as death as he recognized the demon. Ix Tab who had Invaded Aegis.
Her being emanated wrong and it made Owain want to wretch alongside the crusted remnants of potions on the floor. He pushed himself up and pulled his red, blazing sword from its scabbard as his eyes darted about the floor for the scattered crystal fragments. In a shrieking voice, Ix Tab raised her muscled arm to the air and spoke dark words that forced Owain to drop his sword and clutch his ears. A dozen ethereal demons appeared surrounding Owain, they grabbed his arms and legs and pulled, as if they were a rack destined to tear him to pieces one limb at a time. The dark demon pointed a finger to the ground and levitated each crystal to her hand as Owain looked on, helpless – the tendons in his arms began to rend and tear. He screamed, powerless to stop Ix Tab. He could only escape. He began to glow an azure light and the demons holding his limbs recoiled as their unworldly flesh burned and seared. He yelled quick words of recall and disappeared in an instant.
Kasaven and Cernunnos sat in the Counselor’s hall around the fire playing a round of Run. Kasaven flipped a card on the table and grinned, “It looks like you owe me another Ale!”
Cernunnos discarded the comment and quickly stood up from his chair, feeling something amiss.
The hall exploded in a flash of white as Owain appeared and immediately collapsed upon the floor, bloodied and pale. The emissaries’, eyes wide, rushed to his side. He only uttered two words before losing consciousness. “Fragments….Hedgemaze…”
Meet at the Counselor’s Hall on Friday, November 6th at 9 p.m. EST. The need is dire.
The Mage, The Demon, and The Fragments. Friday, November 6th at 9 p.m. EST
by Kasaven
Owain leaned his elbows on the old stone table and sighed heavily as if he had expelled weeks of disappointment in a single breath. He looked up from the journal to try to draw inspiration from his surroundings – the spilled potions and discarded herbs scattered about screamed their impotencies at him. Bones sat in an almost too orderly pile in the corner, covered in a tattered blue magician’s robe. The old mage, the plague. Few remembered Benedict’s laboratory, hidden by magical means in the lost lands, which is why Owain chose to take refuge here in his studies. He had sat weeks without food, and his supply of water had grown scarce. He opened his palm to reveal three red crystal fragments, and he carefully maneuvered them about his hand with his index finger, thinking, searching. The gem had been destroyed, killing the Shadow Lords and Casca, but the shards were still intact. They were the only devices which could lead Lady Dawn and Lord Owain to Robert – if he were still alive.
Yet Owain saw an even greater opportunity in the shards. They held a more potent power, even in their scattered forms. The power of resurrection. The shards began to glow and levitate above his outstretched hand and he closed his eyes to meditate. His mind flowed to his vision of Relvinian, the ancient mage, the undead with an army of demons at the hedge maze, and a sharp pang of wrong penetrated his senses. His eyes shot open as he quickly tightened his grasp upon the crystals. The door behind him burst with such force that it struck Owain squarely in the back, sending him flying into the wall as the three crystal fragments flew from his clutch to scatter alongside broken glass and discarded notes about the laboratory floor. A large, black demon burst through the doorway, collapsing the stone doorframe with her wings, sending rocks projecting about the room. Owain looked on with a face as grim as death as he recognized the demon. Ix Tab who had Invaded Aegis.
Her being emanated wrong and it made Owain want to wretch alongside the crusted remnants of potions on the floor. He pushed himself up and pulled his red, blazing sword from its scabbard as his eyes darted about the floor for the scattered crystal fragments. In a shrieking voice, Ix Tab raised her muscled arm to the air and spoke dark words that forced Owain to drop his sword and clutch his ears. A dozen ethereal demons appeared surrounding Owain, they grabbed his arms and legs and pulled, as if they were a rack destined to tear him to pieces one limb at a time. The dark demon pointed a finger to the ground and levitated each crystal to her hand as Owain looked on, helpless – the tendons in his arms began to rend and tear. He screamed, powerless to stop Ix Tab. He could only escape. He began to glow an azure light and the demons holding his limbs recoiled as their unworldly flesh burned and seared. He yelled quick words of recall and disappeared in an instant.
Kasaven and Cernunnos sat in the Counselor’s hall around the fire playing a round of Run. Kasaven flipped a card on the table and grinned, “It looks like you owe me another Ale!”
Cernunnos discarded the comment and quickly stood up from his chair, feeling something amiss.
The hall exploded in a flash of white as Owain appeared and immediately collapsed upon the floor, bloodied and pale. The emissaries’, eyes wide, rushed to his side. He only uttered two words before losing consciousness. “Fragments….Hedgemaze…”
Meet at the Counselor’s Hall on Friday, November 6th at 9 p.m. EST. The need is dire.
