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posted August 24, 2003 11:43 PM |
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***in a small room***
CrookedTusk was miserable.
First born heir of the Redwood tribes. Annointed Clancheif of the Neverending Plains. Would be ruler of the largest empire that his world has ever seen....
...errend boy for, he doesn't even want to think about it, ELVES!
He should have died with his father.
LongTusk was the hero of heroes.
He took the clans' manhood and fought the interdimentional wars, against those who would imprison his people. Enemies who look down upon the glorious history and wonderful heritage of the people.
But, the men just died and the world was destroyed, and no one was there to eat their flesh and continue their heritage. Their essence has left the tribes and clans forever, and the few old ones and women who escaped with CrookedTusk have very little of the people's essence left in them.
Now the Clans are gone, all that is left is a hodgepodge remnant of the many tribes, who had to do the ultimate dishonor and pledge to the elvin Queen, well pledge to the orcish giant of a brute Nunzio who then sold them out to the queen.
CrookedTusk wondered what deal his mother brokered for him, not being of age and having mommie regent decide his fate made the young orc even more depressed.
"And now they are going to teach me swordcraft, and archery...of all the dishonors." CrookedTusk went back to polishing his trowing axes and putting a fine hone on his father's battleaxe. "I will learn their weapons, and this way of knighthood...for the honor of the clans demand that I keep my word." And dishonoring his ancestors was not something this young orc would ever do.
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posted August 25, 2003 10:51 PM |
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The group rushed out the door, but rather foolishly it seemed, as each was still getting acquainted to his new form and abilities. For some reason, however, Shadowcaster felt at home in his new body, like it was more his than the body of the genie he had grown up with.
A guard rushed in and spotted the escapees, quickly calling in reinforcements. A hectic battle broke out.
Panicking, the shadow mage thrust his arms into the air and a strange darkness emenated from his body, covering all light from as far as the eye could see. Only he could see through the mist.
The guards were still wildly swing their weapons, some connecting with their equally blind targets, ACC grabbed Baarta and ran. His mind was racing and bent on getting out of that place. He feared that his shadow might soon expire.
As they neared the outside, Shadowcaster glanced over and saw Artemus, blinded as well by the illusion, but just as he had remembered him. For some reason, Jerome had maintained his real form in the illusion he had cast. The two rushed on.
They charged into the sunlight, which dissolved the shadow that still shrouded the building in darkness and kept running, hoping to escape before Artemus found his way outside. Shadowcaster didn't want to meet him again.
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posted August 26, 2003 07:14 PM |
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***a half day's ride from town***
"What's going on over there?" asked SirDunco.
One of the Rangers took off towards the commotion, and shortly returned. "It seems like a goblin family is trying to hold off an attack by a vampire and a few zombies."
"Will this effect us? or should we attack..." while SirDunco and the elves began to discuss the advantages of slipping away or getting involved CrookedTusk rode straight to the skirmish.
What he saw was magnificient. The last goblin warrior was fighting off the zombies, he kept himself and his trained Wargs between the undead and the women and children. One after another the zombies fell but when it looked like he was victorious the undead scourge began to rise again. CrookedTusk wondered how long this warrior had been at it, it must have been awhile for the vampire was feasting on the fallen goblin fighters and it was almost done. CrookedTusk's pride swelled at this smallone's courage and rode to join the fray, even if it ment his eventual death.
Axes high and a gutteral war cry was heard as CrookedTusk attacked the zombies. The elves looked over, and one said, "Well at least the decision has been made" as he loosed an arrow into the nearest undead thing.
The battle began in earnest when the Vampire finally noticed the elves. "Good fortune and good feasting." he was heard to have said as he raised a troop of skelleton warriors from the goblin dead. But before they could attack, the sky turned red and a hellish rain of fire and brimstone burned up the undead monsters.
Greenleaf called from the wood, "Today is not for you Dunco! I guess I just hate vampires more than anything." and with that the wildelf was lost to the wood.
The rangers went over to the spot where he had stood but could find no traces of his leaving. "His woodcraft is excellent, and such power no wonder Lith fears him." said one Ranger to the other. "No, its not fear but some kind of debt that keeps Lith from this one, but I know not the whole story."
Back at the battle site, CrookedTusk cradles the body of the dying goblin warrior. "Please take care of the tribe greatone..." the goblin whispers.
"I, CrookedTusk, ClanChief and Warleader formally adopt your people into my tribe. They are as one with us now and forever. And your essence will join that of the clan as a orcish warrior." The goblin, now smallorc, smiled a began to drift off..."one with the tribe forever..."
The elves didnot understand the orcish custom and began to ask questions but CrookedTusk asked them to return to the road while he and the remaining members of the tribe made a funeral fire. "Our ceremonies are not for outsider's eyes, excuse me now I must go eat my brother orc."
Elves have always hated orc and one of the reasons was the cannibolism that has always been rumored at. This appearant confirmation made them sick and they moved away. Determined to question CrookedTusk about it later.
Once the ceremony was over, CrookedTusk came back to the group followed by a huge Warg. The beast looked like a cross between a wolf and a boar, and was the battlestead of many of the goblin and orc tribes. SirDunco was about to object when CrookedTusk said, "I have sent the tribe to join my mother, the other Wargs will protect them, but this bigone is their alphamale and must stay with the clancheif. Sorry for the inconvience."
SirDunco wanted to refuse but this new insight on orcish ceremony, honor and customs kept his mouthshut until he had time to go over the days events, and he was also concerned about Greenleaf, the power he demonstrated was great, and he had to figure out a way to stop the elf and send him back to the queen before the elf killed him.
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posted August 26, 2003 09:56 PM |
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*Heading North*
Now that the battle was over one of the Rangers asked.
"Where are we headed anyway?"
"Ohh..."Started Marnaus
"To the Rainbow Dragon." Replied Dunco
"Ah i see. we have heard of him, but why exactly to him?"
"He is one of the few that can help us. He lives in the forests not far from a village nearby. He should tell us at least where we could find The Black Dragon.
"Ahh, exactly." Says the Ranger resuming the ride.
Sir Dunco heads towards Crooked Tusk.
"Nice job there with the Undead."
"Ummm, thanks."Says Crooked Tusk questionably
"Still i dislike Undead a bit more then the Goblins."
"What is it that you dislike on us." Says Crooked Tusk through clinched teeth.
Dunco smiles and then says."The Orcs from here alwyas brought suffering and chaos to these lands. Their raids were filled with screams and suffering. Always their groups were killed, but then finnaly we replied. Ah it was a glorious battle. The Lands A bit north west of her about 50 km. were Orc-occupied. Then Me and the other Paladins,including Thisselwood that is, took our armies and outnumbered 3:1 we destroyed the orcish hordes, since then the orcs managed to cross our borders only sporadicaly. Yet i alwayas found the Orcs a bit well, lets say their customs are different from ours."
"Do you mean barbaric?"
"Why do you use such harsh words? I said different."
The orc shakes his head.
"But I'm not to teach you about Orcs and Elves. I'm with you to let you in on Knight Hood. I'm not sure if i'm the right person to do this, beacouse i've always been thought of as a rebel, even when i was a Paladin. But one of the very basics is respect. You always have to show respect. Especialy to ones of great power. Another thing is a cool head. But talking will do no good. You will see everything during our quest...Ahh, here we are. The Village of Eliath."
says Sir Dunco as the group enters a vilage.
"The dragon lives nearby."
"To the pub i say!" says Hendier from the back.
"Your right, says Vilenith, it is getting late. Let's head for the inn."
"To the inn of the Rainbow scale it is then." Says Dunco.
The company enters a square where the inn stands and head for the stables. They leave their horses and enter the inn.
All the tables are taken, there is only one where an older man is sitting. They head for the table.
"Can we sit hire,sire, please?" Says Dunco
"Certainly gentelmen. I see that you are on a quest of great importance. What can that be?" He asks
"Non..."starts Crooked Tusk, but Sir dunco halts him.
"Yes we are chasing a dragon." he says
"Oh a dragon you say, well good day gentelmen." the man says and leaves.
"What was that about?" asks Crooked Tusk
"The Rainbow dragon can take many shapes, it's better not to insult anyone."
The company orders food. And then heads for their rooms...
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posted August 27, 2003 01:29 AM |
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as Duncos men go to sleep
...the two members of the Moon Watch sneak out in the wilderness... a few minutes later, they sit under a tree and start talking... Ferion's eyes sparkle with a green light that seems to draw energy from the surroundings...
- I see you are already feeling better old man... you Tawaren are a strange lot... I mean, we Sylvan Elves like to be in the wild, but you are in perfect sync with Nature...
- blame it on our mothers, lad... or our fathers... last times I checked, few men, Human or Elven, could resist a Dryad...
...Thorhen leans back and his laughter echoes in the woods... after a while the conversation turns serious...
- you saw the power this Greenleaf - Calenlass - holds... he reduced the monsters to ashes and scortched remains in a few seconds... he is everything Lith said he was ...and maybe more
- you think it is time to summon the Keeper?
- no... not yet at least, for now we must stick to the quest at hand... our primary objective is to track down the would-be-assassin of the Elven Queen... we won't be able to ride with the one they call Dunco for much longer... and there is always the reason that brought us in this world in the first place...
- the Beastlords...
- yes, these savages brought too much pain and suffering in the Realm... they must pay for their crimes... what troubles me is the young Crooked Tusk... even though our encounters with the Wanderers make us more tolerant towards Orcs, he shows potential of both good and evil... and he is too eager to create a home for himself... you saw how easily he accepted the Goblins... what if he accepts the Beastlords as easily?
- then our hunt will end... we'll-- hush! ...I hear footsteps...
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posted August 31, 2003 07:38 AM |
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Baarta and Shadowcaster emerged into a world that they had grown to know, which seemed strange considering that they had just been freed from such a world. They feared that perhaps the jump had not worked, perhaps they had all blacked out and been captured; it was possible.
However, one detail still eluded the pair, how had their bodies changed? They, after some time, realized that what Jerome was trying to hide was someone's identity, either to himself or to all others, concealing the true form of the world was of little concern to him. In any case, it was comforting knowing that whatever he was trying to conceal was out in the open now.
Looking around them brought a sense of tranquility to Shadowcaster, though this was the same world as before, it felt more like home to him. He felt he belonged there. However, the familiar sun overhead was all that he recognized.
Observing his surroundings, Shadowcaster saw nothing but green, he was unfamiliar to the color as it appeared, in grass and in trees. All he knew was the white of the snow in Loxlia, which in fact was not even real. He laughed. Snow could be only a fairy tale, an imagined powder, invented by Jerome, created simply to more thoroughly frame the picture he had placed the companions in. At least he recognized the trees.
As Shadowcaster turned around, he saw something he would not soon forget: a huge crater, scorched into the earth, speckled with the corpses of what seemed to be wolves and other indistinct shapes, all ash or charred carcasses. Stormclouds brewed overhead, as if attracted by the stench of death that so eerily wafted from the hole. The presence of the clouds was strange, the rest of the sky was clear and it was a perfect day. Whatever had caused this catastrophe wasn't from nature. Hell seemed a more appropriate birthplace.
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posted September 03, 2003 04:13 AM |
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...at an unschedueled meeting...
CrookedTusk steps into the clearing.
"You probably don't know this, but Wargs think that they are part of the tribe. If you don't maintain your dominance they might challenge you for leadership of the pack. Since this big fella has accepted my leadership I now have to show him that I am still dominant before he gets any wrong ideas."
<CRACK> CroockedTusk hits the warg over the head then mounts him.
"They are kinda like elves, from what I have seen."
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posted September 11, 2003 09:30 PM |
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*it's morning and the party gathers downstairs*
"Look," Says Sir Dunco "the Rainbow dragon lives in the forest here. He is peaceful, but will only accept those who treat him with the respect he deserves. It should be easier cause I allready was here once, but if you don't have anything nice or important to say, then don't speak at all."
The members look at eachother and start to murmur, but soon they all leave together and head for the forest.
After a short time of travel the reach the spot that Sir Dunco has talked about, a cave hidden in between trees.
"Wait. I'll go first." Dunco says.
AS they walk in Crooked Tusk can be seen looking around the place in dissaproval.
They enter and suddenly a voice speaks.
"Welcome, I actualy was expecting you. Follow the middle corridor and you shall find me there."
And so they do. After about 75 meters they enter a hall, with a hole in the celing and where the Rainbow Dragon is resting.
"Welcome Dunco. Nice to see you again. But I seem no to know your friends."
Sir Dunco introduces the company one by one. And then the Dragon speaks again.
"When I saw you in the inn I was sure that you were headed here. Sometimes i go for walks into the village."
"So he was right, It WAS you." Says Crooked Tusk
The Dragon smiles and answers
"I can take many shapes if I want and this was one of them. Now , why have you come to see me."
"We need your help." Says Sir Dunco
"And what kind of help to be precise?" he Dragon asks again
"We are searching for The Black Dragon." Says Vilenith before Dunco can react.
"Ah...Blackie, but be aware he is...well yes you could say the King of Black Dragons. As you may know these Black one prefer mountains..."
"Do you mean like the Mountains between our lands, the drowlands and the Easter[orc]lands?" Says Marnaus
"You are very quick and clever young, Marnaus. Yes you are right, but you know i'm not all seeing and knowing, I only know what i can detect and hear. Once again I tell you to beware for he is powerfull and will not be tricked easily. As he's quick, he's also powerfull. He posses powers that few dragons posses. Now, your time is up for if you waste more time with me, some of you will not make thier goal. Now well it's lunch time. If you excuse me. Good luck and a nice journey i wish you."
With that he flyes through the hole in the roof, leaving to comapany exiting the cave...
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posted September 12, 2003 01:30 AM |
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...a few hours back...
...Ferion quickly tries to draw his sword but Thorhen holds him back... they both look at CrookedTusk and the worg...
- you have a lot of nerve comparing the Fair Folk to these abominations your kind crafted... my Tawaran friend here won't think twice before driving his sword through your body next tiem you insult us... what are you doing out here anyway?
...present ...as Dunco and company walk in the dragon cave, Thorhen whispers something to Ferion and after a nod of his head, the Rangers draw back and ready their bows...
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posted September 13, 2003 02:14 AM |
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As the pair waded through what seemed to be endless foliage, they finally fell upon a road, which they followed until they reached the nearest town. It was getting late, so they decided to stay the night at the tavern. It was called the Inn of the Rainbow Scale.
All was mirth and merriment, and Baarta had as grand a time as he had ever had, but all Shadowcaster could do was sit in the corner and think about the things he had noticed that night.
The Inn of the Rainbow Scale was not a common, or even uncommon, name for an inn, at least to him. He had travelled all over with Matthias and never had he once happened upon this village. It wasn't in Jerome's illusion, and Shadowcaster began to think that none of this forest ever appeared in the illusion. It had to have been left out for some reason.
The shadow mage decided that some fresh air would do him some good, so he stepped outside the inn. He heard hushed voices nearby, and listened, unnoticed, in the darkness to the hooded men's conversation. He heard them talk of a terrible evil, one known as "Greenleaf" to the pair, and how his mastery of destructive magic and his hatred of another had led to much grief and sorrow. Leaning in, Shadowcaster shifted his weight too quickly and nearly tumbled into the clearing. He quickly fled the scene.
His mind was racing now. This Greenleaf had to be connected somehow with the huge crater that he and Baarta had seen upon entering the forest. It was he who was responsible for that destruction. Intrigued, Shadowcaster vowed to find out more about the hooded men and their adversary. Perhaps he could unravel some details about Jerome's selective illusion along the way.
That night, in the room, Shadowcaster cast a shadow over Baarta's eyes so that he would not awake when the sun arose.
"I am sorry, my friend, but I must solve this mystery alone. You would only get in my way."
The next morning, as the sun rose, Shadowcaster located the hooded men and set off behind their rather large band of travellers. He would watch them from the shadows to see where they were headed.
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posted September 19, 2003 01:13 AM |
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...the night before...
"Ahh, the famed kindness of the peaceloving elves." replied CrookedTusk, "I find it amusing that the stories always remark on the beautiful elves and how they are one with nature. But scratch the surface and you find a blood thirsty dandy who wants to bend nature to their will. At least with humans, you know they are going to try and control everything, because they yell it from the mountain tops, but you elves....you want control and you want eveyone to thank you for the kindness you bestow on them as you put the slave collar around their neck."
The rangers look at the young orc with fury.
"All the orcs have ever wanted is to be left alone on the plains, but we are continually enslaved by powerful so called heroes to do their bidding. I have seen the elvish heroes, have you seen any orcish ones?"
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posted September 19, 2003 07:07 AM |
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He had followed the group far, but remained undetected. Finally, they stopped at the entrance to a cave.
A cave? What could possibly lie in a cave that would compel this band to travel so far away from civilization?
In any case, he would soon know more about the group. It was obvious that the cave was their destination.
Finally getting a chance to rest, Shadowcaster sat down and contemplated on what he had seen. The one who led the group was Sir Dunco, a familiar name from his past. He and Dunco had teamed up for a very brief while to find a harness to control the black dragon, but the genie's conflict with the efreet led him away from that quest. He wondered if Dunco had been successful in retrieving the artifact.
Wherever he was headed, however, Shadowcaster would go, for the similarities between the imaginary Dunco and the real one may reveal, in part, Jerome's intentions for imprisoning so many in such a grandiose illusion.
The last of the group filed slowly into the cave, and Shadowcaster waited a while before attempting to enter himself. He invaded the cave unnoticed.
The group was talking with an indiscernable figure, but Shadowcaster could not hear them from the distance at which he listened. He moved a bit closer...
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posted September 19, 2003 03:58 PM |
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...the previous night...
...for a second, green sparkles come out of Faerion's eyes but Thorhen manages to calm him down...
- normally we would strike you down for that... however this may be the case with the Fair Folk in this world... had you seen our glorious cities in the lush forests of Mithbar you would see that we are different...
- we too are guilty of judging you by your race... twice since we have fought by the side of great Orcish heroes... yes young one, in our world there is a breed of wandering Orcs that are worthy of Elven friendship... nomads that respect nature and her ways... but alas, it is not time to get homesick...
- once again, I am in your debt Thorhen, killing the young chieftain would only impede with our quest... and it would give a bad name to the, already suffering in this realm, race of my father... but the dawn approaches, we all have to return to Dunco
...present time, outside the dragon's cave ...the rangers are ready to let their arrows fly when Faerion signals them to halt, he moves silently behind a shadowy figure, sword in hand, signals Thorhen to join him and watches an unaware Shadowcaster...
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posted September 22, 2003 06:59 AM |
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As Shadowcaster exited the cave, the group was gone. Uneasily, he glanced down the path trying to catch a glimpse of where they were headed, but he found nothing. He turned, dejected, and was met with the tip of a dagger.
The man holding the dagger introduced himself as Ferion and asked why Shadowcaster had been following them.
The mage knew that his answer was important, and he began to think about what he should do. He didn't have much time to think, however, as his captor quickly interjected.
"Tell me now, and I suggest that you do not lie, or you will lose your tongue. We will figure out the truth one way or another."
Shadowcaster wanted to use his magic to escape, but without the cover of shade, it was useless. He told Ferion the truth.
"I...recognized Sir Dunco and I wanted to make sure it was truly him, and I am also pursuing Greenleaf."
Ferion quickly cut him off.
"Greenleaf, you say? You will not get far by pursuing him so recklessly. What makes you think that you stand a chance against his power."
Shadowcaster could not produce an answer.
"I'll tell you what, come with me, and I'll take you to see Dunco. If he recognizes you, then we will take your word as truth."
Delighted with his fortune, Shadowcaster quickly accepted this proposal and accompanied Ferion to where Dunco was waiting. Too bad he didn't remember that this Dunco was not the same as the one that he had met in the illusion. Or was he? Only time would tell.
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posted October 04, 2003 08:47 AM |
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*Ferion and Shdowcaster are walking up to Sir Dunco's group*
"Stop!" Yells Vilenith "Who's there?!"
"It's ok it's just me and a guest of ours." Says Ferion
Vilenith looks at Shdowcaster then says
"He looks familiar, are you taking him to see Dunco?"
"Yes the right this way, please."
Vilenith leads then through some trees and they emerge on a clearing where the rest of the group is.
"Dunco," He says "Ferion says this 'guest of ouur' wants to meet you."
Dunco looks a t Shadowcaster and old memories rush trough his head. Then he says.
"My god, ACC, is that realy you, I never though i'd see you again."
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posted October 09, 2003 05:22 AM |
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Dunco hadn't changed a bit, but why? The shadow mage pondered this. Artemus hadn't changed either, so there might be some sort of connection between the two. It was probably just a coincidence though, as Shadowcaster was prone to jumping to conclusions without a safety net.
He was hoping that nothing bad would happen now that it was painfully clear that he had been following them for some time. Perhaps all memory survived the fall of the illusion, and his reception would be a pleasant one. He doubted it, the men who accompanied Dunco did not seem like the kind of people that have a great sense of humor. Hopefully Dunco had enough influence over them to sway their judgement. He seemed safe, for the moment.
"Have you nothing to say?" Dunco asked.
Shadowcaster, his train of thought derailed, replied with the only thing that he could think of.
"Hi."
EDIT: Small addition from another point of view.
Meanwhile...
Artemus gathered his thoughts as the darkness within the castle finally gave way to the light of the sun. He had been lost for days inside that place. It was amazing, that power of darkness was not accompanied with a darkness of spirit. He had never thought such power existed outside of giving into the darkness. It was of little importance though, for whoever had shrouded the castle was likely long gone by now.
A crowd was gathered outside, gazing at the castle in awe. From the outside, the sight was astonishing. From every crevasse of the castle flowed a steady stream of darkness that dissipated as it reached the sunlight. Had Artemus not shunned the magic that he was born to learn, he could have produced a guiding light that would have gotten him out of that wretched place much sooner. For the first time, he felt regretful for betraying his once friendly companion.
Without Matthias breathing down his neck, he could now decide for himself which path he would take. He did not know yet what path he would choose. He glanced at the ground.
There was no snow covering the grass, this was not anywhere near Matthias’s lair. He assumed that he had somehow been captured.
He did not yet know about the illusion.
A man approached Artemus from the crowd, a sharpshooter by the looks of him. He was very tall and thin, and looked like he had been traveling for days.
“Excuse me, but have you seen a genie that goes by the name of ACC?”
He paused.
“My mistake, what I meant to ask was, ‘Have you seen a shadow mage that goes by the name of Shadowcaster?’ Yes, that’s what I meant to say.”
At the mention of the genie’s name, Artemus jumped.
“You know him?”
“Yes, but he has changed his name for some reason, why, I cannot imagine.”
Artemus decided to befriend this man to look for his old friend. Perhaps this Shadowcaster had some information about his displacement. He would decide along the way whether or not to continue his dispute with Shadowcaster.
Then it struck him, his friend was the source of that shadow. His path was set. He would find the shadow mage, no matter what.
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posted October 21, 2003 07:59 PM |
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Sir Dunco looks on in amazemnt, for he hasn't seen ACC in years and all he says is 'Hi'.
"Come on. Don't tell me all you can say is hi. Tell me what happened to you. I mean it's been so long..."
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posted October 27, 2003 04:25 AM |
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"Yeah, it has been a long time. It's been about 12 years, hasn't it?"
Dunco looked puzzled.
"No, it has been at least thirty years. Your memory seems to be failing you, ACC."
"It's Shadowcaster now," the shadow mage said, "and I wonder, do you remember anything about the artifacts of the Black Dragon? Did you ever find them?"
Shadowcaster was growing suspicious that the illusion had not followed life in this real world at all. Dunco was, in fact, the same Dunco as before, at least in appearance, but he seemed not to recall ever being in an illusion, and his experiences had differed much from what Shadowcaster had remembered. Thirty years was much longer than it had been since the two had last been parted.
Perhaps those who had been a part of the illusion were changed, but those who had not changed were merely reflected into the illusion, perhaps by Jerome, perhaps by someone else. But that would mean Artemus had never been in the illusion before either. Perhaps the two were still friends, or maybe Artemus had never met Shadowcaster before. Much was to be answered.
Shadowcaster waited for Dunco's reply so that he could find out how successful Dunco had been in retrieving the artifacts, or if he had even been looking for tham at all.
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The Inn of the Rainbow went silent as the two strangers entered.
"This is where you last saw him?"
"Yes, and could we walk next time? Teleportation always makes me so queasy."
"Yes, we have to walk now. We will push off in the morning. Go and get us a room." Artemus said, throwing a bag of coins to the sharpshooter.
As Baarta walked away, Artemus silently slipped out of the inn, unnoticed.
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SirDunco
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Supreme Hero
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posted November 01, 2003 06:54 AM |
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"Yes I did manage to find them." Replies Dunco "I always carry them around with me. They should be somewhere with my equipment. Why do you ask of them?"
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Shadowcaster
Honorable
Supreme Hero
Shaded Scribe
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posted November 01, 2003 07:11 AM |
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So the illusion had followed the course of real events. Why, and how, had Dunco and Artemus remained unchanged? What was the purpose of the illusion in the first place? There was much to be answered, but Shadowcaster thought it best that he wait for an opportune time to ask these things.
"So you are pursuing the Black Dragon then?"
"Yes."
"Excellent, may I join you on your quest?"
Shadowcaster hoped he would say yes, for the vital information he provided about the cause, or result, for that matter, of the illusion hinged on that answer. Dunco might have trouble trusting him after Ferion explained how the shadow mage had been caught in the first place. All he could do, for now, was hope for a yes.
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