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The large black door in the Citadel entryway leads you into a central courtyard of the citadel, hidden by a magical spell that prevents anyone not allowed through the door to see the contents of the great courtyard. Inside you gaze up at the massive spires that reach towards the sky like black fingers grasping for the heavens. One was much larger than the others and shaped as a pentagram. In the center of the great spires is a ring of flames. Inside, a beam of pure darkness, seemingly feeding from the fire, drifts upwards far past your line of sight.
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The Spires
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Posted 30 July 2008 - 04:22 AM
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Posted 30 July 2008 - 01:48 PM
Decipi is pulled into the courtyard by the invisible force. Clutching for the ground around him was a futile effort as he was drug towards the beam of darkness amongst the spires. His body was pulled through the ring of fire, thankfully not igniting. As his body entered the beam his was suddenly lifted into the air, rising amongst the massive spires. Decipi could see the massive land of Shral Valeron as he reached towards the sky, wondering if his flight would ever end.
Finally he found himself thrown onto a landing on the side of the pentagram spire. The force had released him now but he felt as if his journey was just beginning.
A large oval opening lead into the spire from the landing. Decipi stood, albeit it with difficulty, and slowly trudged through the entryway.
Inside, he found a massive library only being faintly lit from a blood red glowing orb. Shelves of books lined all five walls with stairs leading up onto a small platform, ornately decorated with arcane symbols. In the center of the platform stood a dragons claw made of stone, the red orb clutched in its grasp.
Decipi looked for a source of light, gripping a cold torch from the wall. As began to concentrate, feeling the hatred within his soul, the torch burst into flame, sending light throughout the library.
Reaching the platform, he pulled himself up and gazed into the massive red orb, at least 2 feet wide. He, seemingly instinctively, shoved his hands into the swirling red glow, it holding his arms tightly. Suddenly a vision appeared in Decipi's mind.
Standing in a vast darkness was a single man dressed in a long flowing black robe adorned with an arcane pentagram on his chest. Even though his face was fully hidden amongst his dark hood, he dared not look up.
"So, it has come to pass. The prophecy is true and my empire has fallen." The man spoke not with a voice of despair, but of final resolute.
"Shral Valeron was once a land of power, of might. Under my leadership it became the most powerful force on Earthia. My death is... was... sure to come at some point. Fate is a force of subterfuge, it would seem. The forces of so called good may have won this battle and removed power from this land... but it does not end here. I was lucky enough to have become one with the very essence of Shral Valeron, hatred itself. That is what you felt at the black door and that is what this orb is of itself. Become one with hatred, and the power is yours."
Decipi began to feel his mind open, a link with another realm being formed. In one instant he felt power return to his aching body and to the very land of Shral Valeron itself. The dark forces surged throughout the land, bringing a sense of renewed power throughout.
Decipi was Lord.
Finally he found himself thrown onto a landing on the side of the pentagram spire. The force had released him now but he felt as if his journey was just beginning.
A large oval opening lead into the spire from the landing. Decipi stood, albeit it with difficulty, and slowly trudged through the entryway.
Inside, he found a massive library only being faintly lit from a blood red glowing orb. Shelves of books lined all five walls with stairs leading up onto a small platform, ornately decorated with arcane symbols. In the center of the platform stood a dragons claw made of stone, the red orb clutched in its grasp.
Decipi looked for a source of light, gripping a cold torch from the wall. As began to concentrate, feeling the hatred within his soul, the torch burst into flame, sending light throughout the library.
Reaching the platform, he pulled himself up and gazed into the massive red orb, at least 2 feet wide. He, seemingly instinctively, shoved his hands into the swirling red glow, it holding his arms tightly. Suddenly a vision appeared in Decipi's mind.
Standing in a vast darkness was a single man dressed in a long flowing black robe adorned with an arcane pentagram on his chest. Even though his face was fully hidden amongst his dark hood, he dared not look up.
"So, it has come to pass. The prophecy is true and my empire has fallen." The man spoke not with a voice of despair, but of final resolute.
"Shral Valeron was once a land of power, of might. Under my leadership it became the most powerful force on Earthia. My death is... was... sure to come at some point. Fate is a force of subterfuge, it would seem. The forces of so called good may have won this battle and removed power from this land... but it does not end here. I was lucky enough to have become one with the very essence of Shral Valeron, hatred itself. That is what you felt at the black door and that is what this orb is of itself. Become one with hatred, and the power is yours."
Decipi began to feel his mind open, a link with another realm being formed. In one instant he felt power return to his aching body and to the very land of Shral Valeron itself. The dark forces surged throughout the land, bringing a sense of renewed power throughout.
Decipi was Lord.
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