And So Fear Took Them

[Watyll 1104]

 

 

He had not always been alone. Where now there was hate, once there was love. Memories were all that remained. A light touch upon his cheek. Lips that met his. She had loved flowers. The first time they had courted was in a field of flowers, outside Salvus as he recalled. He was merely a budding electromancer then. She was his one and only love. They may have had a child, once. Why then, could he not remember her face? Why did the one he love escape him so!

 

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFtKyHZroNc

 

 

The city of Lin'ame was quiet. Far too quiet. All those who would normally frequent it felt something strange in the air. All animals had fled the area, running from something unseen. Not a whisper of a breeze blew through the area. It was if nature had been frozen in time. Druid Ouity stands in the center of the city, looking about for what could have possibly warranted this. Other folk gather around him, wondering, thinking. Then, a force begins to pound upon their skull. Blood pulses as their hearts beat faster and faster. With a sudden concussive shriek, a massive rip in the fabric of space opens up directly behind Ouity, blasting all of the assembled elves off their feet. 

 

 

The rip expels a massive amount of wind, uprooting plants, ripping people off their feet. Ouity falls to the ground as three figures step out from the rift. Two are hooded, well disguised. One is recognizable to some as Siggourdnbad. The other is unidentifiable. The third figure hangs back while the other two run forward, his perfectly white eyes studying all around him. He smiles. Ouity uses his staff to pull himself to his feet, and draw his sword. Siggourdnbad let's loose an icicle, evoked from the void. It rapidly shoots forward towards Ouity, who quickly calls upon the aspects. From his stave a small limb shoots out, catching the icicle in midair. Ouity sees the other figure trying to circle around him, and his eyes narrow. Vines whip around the hooded man, and the frail figure yells in surprise as he is hoisted into the air. Unfortunately, the other figure has been given a chance to summon yet more water, and now a rushing wave crashes towards the lone druid. The citizens of Lin'ame can only watch: the wind from the portal is just too strong, though it seems not to affect those in combat. The wave crashes over Ouity, slamming him against the trunk of a tree. He groans, as Siggourdnbad's hood begins to leak a blackened mist, which trails down to his hands as he steps closer to Ouity. As he begins to mutter an unholy spell in that blackest of languages, his vocalization is cut short. Vines wrap around his neck. His air supply cut off, Siggourdnbad slowly goes unconscious. Satisfied, Ouity stands, readying to face the final mage. The man with the white eyes stands in front of the portal, watching. He slants his head to the side in curiosity as Ouity begins to call once more upon the power of the aspects. Suddenly, Ouity feels an intense pain in his head. His jaw drops and his eyes roll back into his head. The great heirophant turns to the side, watching as the man he had grabbed by the ankles with vines earlier holds a hand to his temple. A mind mage. Ouity passes into darkness, his last sight being the vines releasing both men. 

 

Kknotos smiles as the mind mage does his part, then his grin grows wider as his follower lifts up Ouity with telekinesis. He frowns with disapproval at Siggourdnbad, then goes to pick him up as well. As he walks back to the rift with the other cultist and Ouity in tow, he hums to himself before reciting:

 

"Savurr-e daz’abovul varrik nal’sek valasga-serthekhna

Savurr-e daz’sprek varrik nal’sek zpekar-qaril

Savurr-e daz’preda varrik nal’sek fikt-sisem

Undere yunya agonsh-talsh eg dakzolarrg frerhur."

 

The group steps through the rift, and disappears, leaving only a burning outline of a four pointed star.

 

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGlAtM2glEw

 

 

Buubztik'Lur meditates in the sands of the orcish desert. Surrounded by the sounds of steel on steel, he is calmed. The orcs were at their daily practice for warfare. It was an every day routine. Every day was another battle, to an orc. Raised in a harsh environment and forged to be the ultimate warrior, none were better at splitting skulls and ripping flesh than orcs. But it took practice. Just like shamanism. Few understood the art, and fewer still outside of the orcs. They did not know the true power of the spirits, as Buubztik did. Buubztik had been receiving odd visions from the spirit world lately. Warnings of an ancient evil known as Ikuras, and images of a red four pointed star. Though he had heard of the abduction of Hosper Blackthorn, nothing else had yet transpired. He wondered why the spirits would contact him about something not at all affecting the sons of Krug. All of a sudden, voices from another plane screamed "Shaman! They are here!" with a loud crashing boom that concussed across the desert, a rip in space opened up, blasting out wind.

 

 

A wailing shriek sounded within as three figures stepped out. One was a graven, known as the Captain Condemned. Second came the lich, Kraal. Buubztik snarled, Kraal was supposed to be an ally. Such betrayal was the most dishonorable of acts. The third figure was a normal human, but his eyes were pure white. This one looked around, studying the environment he had stepped into. The lich rushed forward, summoning a fireball. Buubztik let out a roar and called to the spirits. They answered him, and the very sand sprang to life under the shaman's command. An earthen wave crashed into Kraal, snapping both of his legs like twigs. The lich fell, shrieking in frustration. Unfortunately, the graven had closed the distance. It locked Buubztik with a cold stare. Buubztik felt his body freeze. Fear penetrated him, he could not move. Such cowardice in an orc was dishonorable! A prisoner within his own body, the shaman broke out in a sweat as the graven came closer. Furious at his own emotions, a flame grew within Buubztik's soul. It grew larger, until he let out a shattering roar. The noise shocked him out of his petrified state, and he reached to his waist for the bag of gold dust he now carried with him everywhere. He had fought these 'gravens' before. Once more summoning the spirits, the gold came under his control. Forming into a hardened spike, it flew straight and true directly into the graven's forehead. The graven let out a cry and vanished, decorporealizing. Buubztik nodded, satisfied, turning to the man in black in front of the portal. Then he remembered something. Where was the lich? He had never fought one before. A small touch on his ankle made him look down. Directly into the flaming eyes of Kraal. 

 

"Vireundzord al’gathan zu’Ikuras, o’kree do calfax.”

 

The lich rasped from his tongueless maw. Buubztik suddenly was taken by mad visions as his mind, quite frankly, snapped. He could not see, he could not focus. He was not. The lich picked up one of his own shattered femurs and whacked Buubztik over the head with it, and the shaman fell into darkness.

 

Kknotos watched as the orcs battered themselves against the barrier formed by the great wind. He smiled, taking a deep inhalation. Their bloodlust was a form of insanity, and he loved it. Some of them roared and snorted, frothing at the mouth. They would not give one of their own without a fight. Kknotos walked over, grabbing Buubztik by the arms and dragging. Kraal crawled after him, and master, lich, and shaman passed into the rift. It closed, and the orcs rushed forward, eager to deal punishment to the pinkie who assaulted one of their own on Krug's holy land. All they found was a crimson four pointed star. 

 

 

Both of the peeps abducted gave me their permission. Event time and place for their rescue yet to be decided. Good luck, and I hope everyone has fun with this!

[Ford 1996]

((Can you please do a TL;DR at the bottom))

[Watyll 1104]

((Can you please do a TL;DR at the bottom))

 

((Ask me in Skype pleb))

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

[This is the first RP post I actually fully read]

Kraal sits slumped against a tree, his legs in hand, cursing as he keeps jamming them in place, yet they continue falling out.

[hellfiazz 879]

Buubztik thrashes at his chains in rage-filled madness, his mind trapped in perpetual insanity to ensure he cannot emancipate himself. ((Hooray for over-use of big words!))

((Aimed at myself, not Watyll. Very good job with representing Buubztik and his shamanism.))

[Mephistophelian 977]

Somewhere, Lorien keeps studying an odd monolith near the elven districts. It is only days after that he hears accounts of what occurred, and what was presumably said, on those occasions. Scratching his chin, he jots down this information on his research book, and continues examining the script on the monolith.

((Very nicely written, Watyll! ))

[Wolf Druid Ouity 1461]

Ouity sits patiently in his bindings, eyes closed in meditation. He sits on the stone, stoic and silent, waiting for opportunity to rear its head.

[Dromui 755]

The hooded Mage stares silently at Ouity, pale eyes studying the meditating Druid as if studying an experiment in process. He crosses his arms, his shoulders raising in a quick, weak shrug.

[Dmajikes 46]

Dur'Zuub was not at the training the day Buubzstik was taken, he trained earlier, for he was farming trying to feed the rest of the camp. He only heard shouts and ran over. By the time he got there Buubztik was gone. Pounding his chest and shouting he prayed to all spirits that he knew and vowed that he would do all that he could to save Buubztik

[Heff 2460]

Fumble shudders as he drops some apples into the basket, they had to get off Thales, the last attempt… a boat, had been destroyed by a kraken... their attempt at flying to the moon had crashed. The Betrayer was returning.

[OldeTymer 323]

~*~

 

Ouity already being a rare sight in the grove, Archdruid Callax doesn't notice him being missing.

He calmly strokes his draping, white beard with one hand and a plump badger with the other while recalling an intriguing and peculiar story about thingummywots.