[CongressJon]

"All right then. Wait here. I shall inform you if I must go."

[Darkness]

Oric looked around at his snowy surroundings once more. He had memorized the whole town by now.
"Hey! Harry!" he called to one of the guards. "How long have I been waiting for the king?"
"Three days, three months."
"And your sure that he hasn't left the palace?"
"Nearly positive."
"Is there a backdoor?"
"Perhaps."
"Well, that's just great."

[CongressJon]

Terakuu leaves the Frozen Palace.

[CongressJon]

Terakuu, after a fair journey, returns to the palace, and settles into his throne.

[CongressJon]

The old man walks into the palace.

The guards cross swords, prohibiting him from going any further.

"State your name and nature of your being here."

"Hyrum Rigos, and I am here on a mission... to save my family. They've been captured by, er, captors and-"

Suddenly, Terakuu strides forth.

"Captors? Your family? Sir, do you need my help?"

After a bit of conversing, they go off.

[Darkness]

"Harry. Everyone is saying King Terakku has left. What do you think?" Sir Oric asks.
"I think he's gone." Harry replies.
"If he comes back, tell him that I'm looking for him."

Sir Oric leaves the frozen palace.






Hours Later.....

Sir Oric runs up to the palace gates and inquires if anyone knows where the king went, which he should have done a long time ago. Many guards have heard that he went with an old man to the Corrorian Empire, so, off we go!

This post has been edited by Darkness 22: 08 July 2004 - 11:04 PM

[Bashae]

Reikin rushes in.
"I need to speak with Terakuu!" he yells. No one responds.
"Dammit... He is not here," he says frustratingly. He leaves a note:

Aderon in danger. Bring help.

Reikin Bluefire (Círdan Melwasúl)

"Tch..." he spits out before he leaves.

[Darkness]

Oric and Drathonian rush up to the door.
"Is the king here?"
"No."
"We have to find him! Take this note."
Lord Terakuu,
Now that Aderon has fallen, the forces of darkness are now turing on our safe haven. Frionia. I overheared a lycan and his master wraith telling that they were going to turn Forlon and Aderon against eachother. Then the only place left would be here. Prepare defences, it won't be an easy fight.
Your loyal servants,
Oric and Drathonian Von Lictenstine
The pair leave the palace.

[Darkness]

A pidgeon flies in, and lands by the throne, waiting for Terakuu. It has a letter attached to it's leg. It seems to be a messenger pidgeon.

[CongressJon]

OOC: Is this from the PM?

BIC: Terakuu enters the palace. He nods to the guards, and then notices the pidgeon. He loops off the string that had attatched the letter to its talon, gives it a pat on the head, and begins to read...

[CongressJon]

As his eyes begin to scan the page, Terakuu is suddenly overcome with weariness... "Weak... so... weak..." he murmurs, and then slumps to the ground.

As Terakuu sleeps, he is suddenly overcome with a strange dream. It seems so real.

Terakuu is standing in his palace, and suddenly Oric Von Lictenstine bursts in.

"Where are the guards?" he questions.

"Friend, do you really need to have the guards stop me? The guards are dead, by my own hand," Oric says, a pained look on his face.

As he draws his sword, Oric speaks again, "Please, do kill me. Something is changing within me. I don't know what's happening. I feel different. I feel the need to kill. I feel the need to destroy. Please, my friend, end my suffering!" As he speaks, his countenance darkens.

He begins to think, Is he going mad? He remembers that he had a dark seed within him, but didn't think it would take over him. He seems to partially be in control...

Oric speaks again. "Please, kill me, or heal me. But either way, I will be relieved of this suffering."

Suddenly, as fast as lightning, Terakuu awakens. He looks around, but no one is to be seen. He strides out, going quite fast, and then notices a pool of blood at his feet. He looks down... and sees the guards, their eyes staring upwards at nothingness. Their throats have been slitted.

Could Oric truly be going mad? Terakuu thinks. Or, even worse... his allegience to Light may be wavering... We have lost almost everyone. Alandar and Hanako, my good friends, are nowhere to be found, and have been this way for quite sometime. It seems that I will need to take desperate measures...

Terakuu summons his Holy Steed, and gallops away, with a gleam in his eye. There is work to do.

The letter flutters to the ground, still unread.

[Dragonman]

OOC: *points out Alandar sitting in the Faerron woods waiting for that odd sprite to encounter him*

[CongressJon]

OOC: *points out Alandar sitting in the Faerron woods waiting for that odd sprite to encounter him*

OOC: Yeah, I know. But Terakuu sure as heck doesn't. Anyways, screw the sprite, there's a war brewing and, at the moment, I'm a one-man army. Sure, yeah, I'll summon the virtually unknown (yes, I've been keeping secrets) Frionian army if necessary, but, well, you get the point. Even Oric's a-turnin' on me.

[Dragonman]

OOC:War...? Links and info pleasey.

[CongressJon]

Well, if ya' look in Aderon, there seems to be darkness enveloping. Also, notice the Valeronian encampment.