A Peculiar Event

[Rylar Deathbringer]

There were rumors spoken of evil to come in Giant's Helm that night of January 3rd, the citizens and even the guards spoke of a prediction made by some unknown prophet of Vorgardia... vague, but surely of ill fortune. As he'd listened to them Rylar had formed his suspicions of just who that prophet may be, but never voiced those suspicions. He simply waited, expecting to lose sleep for days further than he already had, to see what might happen, what might come of such disastrous predictions.

And soon enough a messenger did arrive calling for backup at New Banian's Poison Mountain Inn. Without even waiting to hear the nature of the danger Rylar cast a minor spell to make himself light as a feather and sped off to find a ferry over to the island where all the young adventurers trained. It was a quick, easy trip.

He wasn't the first to arrive there, though. Many faces recognized from Vorgardia must have already been in the area, and they were helping the locals hold back a swarm of creatures. At first it seemed random and nothing more than slightly heightened activity for New Banian at night.. a multitude of things, but nothing unexpected.

Then the strange things started to happen. Down from poison mountain came waves of serpents and spiders, attacking all at once, and they seemed to have an unusual degree of organization. As he flung his own magics Rylar caught from the corner of his eye a novice red mage falling to the waves despite the efforts of those around to push back the hoard. There was a fluttering of colorful wings as the fairy called "Sunshine" rushed to the fallen red mage's aid.

Finally it ended with the destruction of a shadowy entity far more common a sight near the ruins north of Leamia than anywhere on New Banian, which left behind an uneasy stillness in its wake. The Inn's staff had come out and provided a reward, and there was a bit of conversation going on amongst the others about how to divide it, but Rylar was more worried about what had happened and why.

It was as he was looking off toward the heights of poison mountain that he heard a clearer voice, which introduced herself as Nilahg. a servant of... something, the name had defied his age adled memory. She wore the red robes that mages of his order often did, and after making the audacious claim that her master would have each of those gathered fall one by one, she referred to Rylar by his adopted last name: Deathbringer.

Such a thing startled the rat. As he began to ask what she might know of a name who's true meaning was masked even to him, she cut him off and spoke further.

"You are a favorite of my master... you shall deliver his sentence unto all..."

His first thought of that was defiance, rage. He was no puppet to be controlled or used by any such master, any nameless evil. The rat-wizard raised his paw with intent to blast this young woman to ash... but something stopped him. A nameless fear sent chills down his spine. Wordlessly, and mostly unnoticed, he then turned and walked as quickly as dignity might allow back toward the docks.

This post has been edited by Rylar Deathbringer on Mar 13 2009, 06:19 PM

[Garral]

(Adding on, since another event in the same string just happened.)

Have you ever stared death in the face? I don't think so. Your mortal mind couldn't take it, I bet. You just shut down whenever you die. You don't keep on seeing, experiencing.. the gaping oblivion.. You're lucky. You don't have to claw your way through it every time. You're taken into the womb of this land, recreated and set on your way, a little jarred but otherwise all right.

And when the God of Death comes after you... ..People wonder what drives me to drink.
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In the middle of the night of January 3rd, we recieved a warning from a prophet regarding a vision they had: Something was to happen, minions of a dark lord were going to manifest in Vorgardia.

Something about shining blue eyes, like a mirror, lighting the darkness and rows of graves. Visions are strange.

Still, being more deeper attuned to shit like this as I am, after all(it comes with the territory when you've been to the Homeplace of the Gods and even lived there a while), I gathered a party to investigate.

On our way there, through the desert we were ambushed by terrible beasts. You've seen a Centipede, right? We all have, y'know how terrifying your first one was? Huge, insectile, looming over you like an angry, malignant red blood vein with teeth, trying to rip you apart? Coat it in iron and make it move like the wind.

The Elemental that appeared only served to make this worse. I'm..not entirely sure how we survived, I lost conciousness halfway through the fight. The damn thing near took my head off.

Anyway, where was I? Ah, right. We recieved another message from the prophet, I assume through telepathy, that things were about to go critical.

Then, at the Ruins, the gates of the Underworld seemed to open briefly.

None of us were surprised, or even really all that intimidated. I love Giant's Helm's citizenry just for that: Living in this land for so long de-sensitizes you to most horrors.

Now, the complication comes when we defeated these..evil minions. A girl appeared before me while everyone else was squabbling over a piece of metal with a particularly strong enchantment.

"Well done warriors.. but Sathen has choosen you all. KAHAhahaHAHahHA." she shouted, and then disappeared like that.

Just. Like. That.
Well, fuck.

You see, I had heard that name while I was in..I guess you'd call it Heaven, wouldn't you? In any case, it belongs to one particularly creepy, dangerous fellow.

A Death God, acknowledged by the Orhlovians.

Fuck.

[Elias]

you g uys are stupid furries l mao