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« on: April 05, 2010, 11:42:38 am »
Freas, Seplar 20, 1463
It seems as if there have been some developments within the Church of Toran.
Below is an account of the recent happenings I revived from an anonymous source:
“At once, upon the first hour, of the first day, of the current month across Layonara the golden Ankh Symbol that adorns each shrine, temple alter, and holy place of Toran suddenly glows with a dull soft golden glow tinged with a silver radiance.
Those witnessing the spectacle gasp and wonder at its import. Those who are steeped in the wisdom and knowledge of Toran suddenly pale as a deep sense of foreboding passes through each and every one of them at the sign.
At service in Fort Last The Heart of Toran, Orpheus pales and almost stumbles and can be heard to utter 'Oh Toran I fear we are not ready,' before calling the service to an end and hurrying to his study to pen a letter while frightened and worried followers are calmed by anxious priests and acolytes.
In a private prayer chamber in Huanjyn the Ausculture weeps alone while outside High Priests and other laypeople try to calm and explain away the deep sense of foreboding that comes over them for a reason unknown to them.
In another part of the same Temple Michaelis Draego rises from his own prayers and looks to the ceiling of his prayer cell, a letter he penned earlier ready to be sent rests within hands reach. Murmuring a prayer for strength he picks up the letter and steps into the main temple amidst the momentary uncertainty then strides with full dignity and purpose to the nearest group of trustworthy knights ordering them with all due haste to deliver the message to the person it is addressed to and to put it into their hands only. With deep sense of purpose and on their knees he makes them swear to do so in Torans name and to not falter in their mission.
The spectacle lasts for a full ten minutes before it fades and returns to normal leaving many wondering what it all means. Some see it as a blessing and certainly the clergy indicate as much but the whispered words and worried looks amongst the senior ranks causes others to wonder.” I felt a sense of great deeds unfolding when I first heard this. It also seems that I am not the only one to have noticed the... unorthodox nature of some of the churches members. Champion Stormhaven has also taken not, and I fell pleased to say that she might act upon such feelings. I only pray that the outcome will result in the casting out and destruction of those who have walked away from the one true path, and the faithful being elevated to a new level of enlightenment. Blessed be those who walk in the light of the Great Leader.
The result of the culling of the undead in the Dapplegreen tower have become apparent. It seems as if the initiator of the expedition, Tyra Dragonheart wishes to set up a base operations within the now deserted tower, in the hopes of routing out the corruption that infests the land of Co'rys. Vigilante justice as it were. It also seems as if Miss Dragonheart wishes my aid in such an endeavour. This has presented some sort of a moral battle for myself, something unusual for me. On the one hand it would be good to purge the corruption that exists within the state, on the other hand it would go against my code to work against the law so blatantly and travel with those unfaithful to the Greater Good. I have concluded that I should assist for the following reasons:
- I follow a greater law than any man might impose.
- The sheer fact that this operation involves the unfaithful is enough for me to make sure that all goes well.
- The corruption that exist is no doubt a scheme of the great architect of such things, The Mad One. It will be good to destroy that which should not be.
- The followers of our former ally Rofirien have failed. For Vehl is a stinking cesspool of dregs of humanity, with undead not only existing as close as the Gloom Woods, but within the town's crypt itself! This can no longer be tolerated.
So I have decided to aid Miss Dragonheart, for the time being at least. After all, someone needs to keep an eye on things. Again, it seems as if I am to be the voice of justice. ~A.S.~ [/I]
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« on: April 05, 2010, 11:04:48 am »
IX I dislike dark elves.
I chose to accompany a small group of them whilst travelling through the twisted labyrinth that is Arindor's Demise. It is no wonder that their race has been banished to the Deep, they posses a narcissistic view of the world that inhibits them from ever creating a noteworthy unified force. The four I travelled with reminded me of a gaggle of spoilt children playing with swords. They seem to be more ego than creature, unaware the whole time that it is this very ego that allows others to manipulate them. The truly dangerous ones are those that understand this fact and leave their brethren for greater goals, such as our own Sanctus Mortis. Yet, in their defence it does seem as if hubris is a required trait to be an 'adventurer'. Bind-stones allow this to happen, I only pray that the Quas Discessum finally discovers a means to break them in their quest to destroy the Astral Locks, and let anarchy reign supreme.
My thoughts have been disturbing as of late, words in the letters from Kurgen Splinterbone have been affecting me. He spoke of torment that envelops the soul when true faith is questioned and required. I have been meditating on his words of wisdom. 
Yet no matter how strong I become, how much I master my blade, it seems as if my flesh always fails me. Whilst searching an ancient crypt of a long forgotten Lich in the Sooth Moors with Adder (which may have been home to Mechidli at one point), I was slain by a banshee's wail. Death magic seems to be my undoing, breaking my mortal form. The eye I sacrificed has not made stronger, but the opposite. Depth perception, a key element in my work, is non-existent. To answer this call for power, Lichhood seems to be the answer, but I am no Necromancer or Pale Master. I have been pondering, examining the demons that lurked in this ancient crypt, and wish to see as they do. Soon I think, I will ask the good doctor to remove my other eye, and replace them both with that of a pit fiend. This is my only hope I feel, to solve the problem that is my weak mortal shell. But strength is not the only solution. No matter how strong one might feel, might actually be, there is always one more powerful. I feel I understand now that brute strength is not always the answer, when I look at my own journey it becomes clear. I wish to test it.
The next person that stands against me, I swear, I shall break them.
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« on: March 26, 2010, 08:32:00 pm »
*A heavily armed and darkly cloaked figure strolls casually down the docks of Vehl, a battered rollup clenched between his teeth. A small commotion around the wall of a brothel causes him to pause. His manner relaxed, he spits the butt of the rollup onto the cracked stonework and squishes it with an armoured boot. The small group disperses. He walks up the the item of their interest and examines it thoughtfully. He scrawls on the page the letter 'J' and then calmly pulls down the hood of his cloak and shakes out the thick, black dreadlocks that envelope his skull. Slowly, he rubs his left eye with his right hand... or where his left eye should be.*
"Well, at least I have the look covered."
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« on: March 26, 2010, 04:45:01 pm »
//pm sent
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« on: March 24, 2010, 03:02:39 pm »
*Hal rubs the ball of his thumb over the razor edge of his skinning knife. For a brief moment his eyes swim into focus, just long enough for him to offer an amiable smile in your direction. His expression is innocuous enough ... though, there is something ... something that glitters in his eyes. Some hint of malice, a suggestion of madness, a promise of hate. It is from that area of your darkest nightmares, when the unseen beast that chases you endlessly, hot breath at your shoulder is but a step away. Whatever you do, don't turn around. Don't look at the beast that follows. Just keep running. It almost has you. To be caught is to be lost forever. His voice is soft, at odds with his rough countenance.*
"AEST evenings suit me." says he. I'm sorry but all you G'orks, Angelas, Leisas and any other characters that have a reputation, you've got nothing on Hal. I'm just grateful that he's on my side and so only occasionally mutilates me. Not without a good and fancy evil eyepatch, Its not only about being evil , is about having style  . Oh and Lance? I'm not a pirate!
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« on: March 24, 2010, 10:18:01 am »
*examines all the portraits and coughs* Aspiring Unholy Champions of Corath not evil enough anymore?
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« on: March 21, 2010, 09:23:49 pm »
*After a brief discussion with some of the search party, Jehoram has a half-hearted stroll near the outskirts of the Gloomwoods. After disposing of a few undead, he concludes that by now the missing woman is one of them.*
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« on: March 19, 2010, 12:03:50 pm »
Happy Birthday from a fellow brother of Corath .
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« on: March 18, 2010, 02:14:21 pm »
Yeah... I was, uh, a few hours late to work today... I'm guessing you didn't even go to work, Spike. Student lifestyle mate, only had to miss a few lectures so it wasn't too bad.
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« on: March 18, 2010, 09:38:20 am »
Aww, wish I could have been on for this. But I was on a 15 hour pub crawl and now every part of my body hurts in ways I didn't think possible :rolleyes: .
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« on: March 15, 2010, 12:24:08 pm »
Congrats Masterjack!
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« on: March 10, 2010, 03:00:34 pm »
 A contact will be sent shortly to seek you out. *signed* The Ram
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« on: March 09, 2010, 06:43:32 pm »
*A note is posted underneath* It seems our goals are aligned Quantum. I suggest we ally in this cause, and share information. If you agree then we would be willing to add an aditional 2000 true to the reward for information, totaling 7000 true. *signed* The Ram
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« on: March 04, 2010, 06:26:01 am »
New items added.
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« on: March 02, 2010, 11:53:58 am »
Good point, perhaps opening up some properties owned by former players to the market again? (maybe giving preference to players that don't own a house on any of their characters)
I can think of a few off the top of my head.
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« on: March 02, 2010, 09:46:35 am »
Gargoyle Boots 10,000 True
~J~
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« on: March 02, 2010, 09:30:12 am »
Happy Birthday!
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« on: March 01, 2010, 12:24:29 pm »
Pure win in so many ways.
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« on: February 26, 2010, 03:49:46 pm »
VIII
I'm tired.
I've been unable to sleep, the past events still fresh in my mind. However I think things have come together.
As is the way of Mortis Mentis my own exploits have emerged as part of something much larger. I originally thought that my slaying of Beli and the execution of the events in the Silkwood as simply a test for the Ravens, I was wrong. Events have come together, I have been given a chance. I will not squander it.
After my destroying of the dwarven document I thought my task finished, secrets kept safe. I decided to travel to Alindor for reasons I will not discuss here. At the border to Milara's domain I was approached by a stranger, who I later learned to be named Ikol. A strange individual, he seemed fearful of coming close to me. After the typical banter I have come to expect from his kind, he offered his services for a price. Interested, I asked him for information regarding the painting which so many wished to own. He knew nothing himself, but I left him with contact information to the Ram if he should see differently later on. It proved the right move.
After a short amount of time, I revived word from Ikol detailing a little more of the painting or should I say paintings. It seems many hundreds of years ago a Corathite taking residence in Haven commissioned an Ilsarian to paint three works, detailing Corathite lore, for a necromancer named Mechidil. It makes me smile to know that the Ilsarian later fell from grace. Ikol's not also suggested that if I wanted to know more, I should seek out a bandit named Socha in the Silkwood.
I proceeded to do so. Socha proved allusive however so I decided to send a clearer message. I searched for any random group of bandits and destroyed them, taking one prisoner. I treated the survivor to all that Corath has to offer to the unfaithful, though making sure that they could still walk and speak (harder than it might sound). I then sent them on their way, telling them to send Socha to me. Some had not heard of him, and even more died of blood loss before they could get to far, but my message reached him eventually.
He came alone a full of praise for my work in the Silkwood, redirecting Bandits, Paladins and Cultists into each other, causing much chaos. I still smile when I think of it. He told me more, it seems that this Mechidil became a lich, and was (or is?) the constant bane of Toranites. This raises more questions. It was not this that shocked me though. Socha said these words:
"Man... Lich... Deity."
Could these paintings detail the rise of Corath?! Such a thought...
These words troubled me, I decided to speak with the Oraculum Stipatio about it, himself being a powerful being. We discussed the matter at length, the good doctor posing the statement that these paintings might simply be the phylacterys for the lich Mechildil. But I think not. Socha's words, and the fact that Beli, my... my father, and these cultists wanted the painting from the crypt so badly. But where to locate them? The dwarven document said that they owned one of these paintings, it was why the cultists attacked and killed them, so I think I can say the these cultists have one. The second was meant to be in the hidden crypt. However it was missing when we arrived. But that in itself raises more questions. Whoever took it managed to get past the demilich who was guarding the tomb! Alandric told me that only another lich or a very powerful Pale Master could have done such a thing. I have a notion that the crypt may have connections to this Mechildil (whose name is an anagram for demilich), and that he himself must have hidden it elsewhere. The last is unaccounted for.
Corath has blessed me in this task, I will recover these lost works and continue to champion his cause. My first action? To discover more of the demilich Mechildil. A Sancti once asked me what drove me on in Corath's service, "what made me kill?".
My answer?
"Because I can."
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