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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 30, 2015 15:21:23 GMT -5
"A god," Bryce said, without awe. "A man who alone remains stronger than the demons who seek his soul. He has allowed four to possess him, each stronger than the last. All now serve him in spirit. He is a peer, much as you could become. And among peers with powers like ours, there is but one compliment. To be devoured last, when we seek to consume the world."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 30, 2015 15:36:07 GMT -5
"An uneasy triumvirate then." Oriax stated. "Best of luck to you."
His tone held no trace of sarcasm, indicating that he actually meant the words.
"In light of this mutual respect, I offer a small kindness. It seems we have a common enmity for Kalvin Stark and his kin. In respect of the greater offense he has dealt you and the agreement we made in Dorne, if he and his wife are ever at my mercy I offer to spare them for you to do with as you please. In return, I want Amelia Royce, should she find herself in a similar position at your mercy."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 30, 2015 15:40:13 GMT -5
"Sounds like a deal," the dark lord said. "Fare well."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 30, 2015 16:19:10 GMT -5
He watched the astral projection fade in silence.
The sorcerer was up and ready early the next morning, prepared to continue his journey with the Four Theos.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 8:01:52 GMT -5
The Theos and Nyles head north. The sellsword spends the whole day debating on how to kill the four odd guides. "What the hell do you think caused them to e so fucking weird?" he finally asked Oriax.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 31, 2015 13:11:31 GMT -5
The sorcerer listened to the sellsword debate with himself endlessly, occasionally moving to avoid the long shadow Stew cast and enjoy what little sunlight he could get.
"Perhaps they are skinchanger quadruplets that traded consciousnesses with one another until they were inexorably linked as a hive mind of sorts." Oriax theorized. "Or perhaps one consciousnesses controls the four and they are simply brain-dead husks."
He considered all the experiments he could undertake to find out, but all would be gruesome and most assuredly lose the use of the escorts.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 14:50:10 GMT -5
"Sounds like a good party trick," he mumbles.
The Four Theos stop as night falls. "Two" "More" "Days".
As they prepare to camp, Oriax senses something odd. A sort of magical chill, like mind frostbite.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 31, 2015 15:07:08 GMT -5
Oriax drew his dagger, unsure if the strange sensation was whatever surprise Lord Dayne had sent after him or something far worse.
He sent his bird, now decomposed to the point where it was held aloft only by magic, out to scout the surrounding area. If that had no result, he would use the campfire to extend his vision.
(Firecalling 88)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 15:10:41 GMT -5
A strange bluish arrow lances into the bird, and it falls, shattered. Oriax feels the chill through the mental link. As the magic fails, he sees three strange, pale figures, with ice blue eyes and silvery moonlike swords.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 31, 2015 15:30:55 GMT -5
Oriax lit a torch in the campfire and made his way alone to where his bird had fallen, attempting not to rouse his companions from their slumber. His hand gripped the torch tightly, as he had as a young boy when venturing into the Shadow for the first time.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 15:34:27 GMT -5
He sees the three figures leering at him. One goes to raise a sword but the other two motion it down. Why have you come to us, human? a voice speaks in his head. A Shadow mage has not been seen here in many, many years.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 31, 2015 15:52:51 GMT -5
"To shed my mortal coils and become something more." Oriax answered, his dagger disappearing into his robes in response to lowered weapon, pausing as he considered the implications that they knew exactly what he was and had seen his kind before. "In order separate the few grains of wheat from the overabundance of chaff humanity has become. To grant the blessed winnowing the world has escaped for far too long."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 15:54:15 GMT -5
The Others are silent. They seem to be waiting on something. A test, then. The three separate and move towards him, swords drawn. Oriax has maybe ten seconds before they impale him.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 31, 2015 16:34:51 GMT -5
The familiar pearl-handled dagger springs Oriax's robes into his hand as the sorcerer spins, robes billowing as he concentrated on the torch in his hand, sending a wall of flame out in a circle around him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 31, 2015 16:37:57 GMT -5
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the flames lance into the darkness, striking one of the ghostly creatures. Its armor hisses and steams. The fire wards the other two away. While the one rolls in the snow, the other two point and concentrate, sending strong gusts of wind to blow the torch out.
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The torch is put out , but they fail at extinguishing the ashes.
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