Another idea- Another campain
"Good morning young prince."
"Morning already? I can never fully understand how you tell if its day or night in this accursed land."
"Dear Prince, Heaven is not some foul flame ridden pit you are used to. Here things are kinder and simpler."
"Like my guards?"
the angelic warden frowned, looked like a puppy trying to growl. No matter how menacing it the dark prince they were still harmless.
"I want to continue our conversation."
the demon smiled from behind the bars. The fools....
"It shall be as thus: when the dead walk the land. A guardian will emerge. Dark will bond with light and vanquish it. And so the king of death shall retreat. Lore will be hidden again and magic will die."
"Yes, well all that has happened. Except Malatar still lives. Perhaps prince you are wrong."
"I am never wrong angel. Darknor, is never wrong..."
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Often, to clear his mind, Malatar would walk the grounds of Luminary castle. It brought a great sadness to him and returned his mind to the present. allowing himself to focus on the tasks at hand. Yet tonight- no such peace was offered. The war had ended. The Lich's forces were driven back, Darknor remained in his prison. Things would right themselves. Yet something was amiss. Something he couldn't place. He was so engrossed he never heard her approach until the first blow was struck.
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Blood everywhere, the tiny wizard brought up another spell, trying to buy himself a little bit more time. But his attacker was relentless. The dragon could ignore and reflect most of his spells and with attack he came closer to ending this fight forever. yet Kobob was not with out a few tricks. He loathed to call upon such power.
"It is time mage." the assailant taunted. Preferring the simpler form of an elven male, he was allowed full range of the room and his natural dexterity. The mage, easily a quarter his size had no such advantage.
"What do you seek Draco?"
The smile was all that was needed, his Kobob had starred down demons and gods, and yet this would be his last hour. Silently he promised, he would make: his god, and his friends proud.
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Her mace battered him over and over. Malatar could hardly summon the will the keep the simplest of spells in his mind. Never had he faced such a foe perhaps the power remained in the weapon... but he could not concentrate.
"It ends tonight Uncle. I will take your powers and Luminary will be reborn to a greater power than the world has ever seen. And all for my master."
Taking a deep breath Malatar summoned the last bit of his energy- his staff- the symbol of his power and his godliness shattered and scattered across the world. Seven pieces for the seven most trusted.
Then the mace fell and darkness came.
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A twinge of pity his Draco as he looked down at Kobob's limp form. He could have lived and served their cause. Yet what he was here for was now done. He waited for only a few moments longer before a small piece of wood shot through the window and landed at his feet. The raw power rippled through his system. Why should Wrath have all the glory? No tonight Draco vowed he would purge the world.
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In the heavens- balanced was upset. Rising from his throne he knew it was time.
Like the mythical fallen angel- Armos descended to the realm of mortals. It was time to fix things.
"Morning already? I can never fully understand how you tell if its day or night in this accursed land."
"Dear Prince, Heaven is not some foul flame ridden pit you are used to. Here things are kinder and simpler."
"Like my guards?"
the angelic warden frowned, looked like a puppy trying to growl. No matter how menacing it the dark prince they were still harmless.
"I want to continue our conversation."
the demon smiled from behind the bars. The fools....
"It shall be as thus: when the dead walk the land. A guardian will emerge. Dark will bond with light and vanquish it. And so the king of death shall retreat. Lore will be hidden again and magic will die."
"Yes, well all that has happened. Except Malatar still lives. Perhaps prince you are wrong."
"I am never wrong angel. Darknor, is never wrong..."
***********
Often, to clear his mind, Malatar would walk the grounds of Luminary castle. It brought a great sadness to him and returned his mind to the present. allowing himself to focus on the tasks at hand. Yet tonight- no such peace was offered. The war had ended. The Lich's forces were driven back, Darknor remained in his prison. Things would right themselves. Yet something was amiss. Something he couldn't place. He was so engrossed he never heard her approach until the first blow was struck.
**********
Blood everywhere, the tiny wizard brought up another spell, trying to buy himself a little bit more time. But his attacker was relentless. The dragon could ignore and reflect most of his spells and with attack he came closer to ending this fight forever. yet Kobob was not with out a few tricks. He loathed to call upon such power.
"It is time mage." the assailant taunted. Preferring the simpler form of an elven male, he was allowed full range of the room and his natural dexterity. The mage, easily a quarter his size had no such advantage.
"What do you seek Draco?"
The smile was all that was needed, his Kobob had starred down demons and gods, and yet this would be his last hour. Silently he promised, he would make: his god, and his friends proud.
*********
Her mace battered him over and over. Malatar could hardly summon the will the keep the simplest of spells in his mind. Never had he faced such a foe perhaps the power remained in the weapon... but he could not concentrate.
"It ends tonight Uncle. I will take your powers and Luminary will be reborn to a greater power than the world has ever seen. And all for my master."
Taking a deep breath Malatar summoned the last bit of his energy- his staff- the symbol of his power and his godliness shattered and scattered across the world. Seven pieces for the seven most trusted.
Then the mace fell and darkness came.
**********
A twinge of pity his Draco as he looked down at Kobob's limp form. He could have lived and served their cause. Yet what he was here for was now done. He waited for only a few moments longer before a small piece of wood shot through the window and landed at his feet. The raw power rippled through his system. Why should Wrath have all the glory? No tonight Draco vowed he would purge the world.
**********
In the heavens- balanced was upset. Rising from his throne he knew it was time.
Like the mythical fallen angel- Armos descended to the realm of mortals. It was time to fix things.