Conjuring Of A Keep.

[Dalek348 1962]

Fyrste stood in the Nexus, alone, and seemingly in a deep trance. Head bowed, his cloak flowing softly in the calm winds of Drauchreich, muttering ancient incantations incomprehensible to the untrained ear. As swiftly as the incantation had begun, it had ended. A deathly silence fell upon Drauchriem. As time stretched on, Fyrste finally spoke again, saying one thing for his ears only....

“The time has come...”

Marching with haste through the halls of Drauchriem, Fyrste intended to go to the one place he could find solace. At his place of solitude, he finally came to a stop. Overlooking the great lake of lava that expanded across the basin of Drauchreich. Fyrste lifted a staff of gold, shimmering in the soft firelight that illuminated the realm. He slammed the staff onto the floor three times. One... The fiery rocks tremble....Two....fires erupt all around....Three...a void of black pierces the air, its dark tendrils encroaching upon the Drauchriem spires, exuding an ominous presence wherever it infested. Fyrste spoke again, using his Voice to bellow over the increasing tumult,

“Ostende te mihi penetrare velum audiant sermones meos, et da mihi sapientiam.”

As those ancient words were spoken, the atmosphere broke into a potent tempest. And emerging from a vortex of black and silver, He appeared. Scales black as obsidian, glowing softly from the scathing heat that surrounded them. Terrible fangs and jagged horns adorned his head, and appeared to breath the very fires that are present in Drauchreich. The Fallen One, temporarily penetrating the void from where he is imprisoned, appeared in his cursed form.

Iblees spoke in a terrifying, demonic voice, the sounds of his speech reverberating throughout the realm. Fyrste stood with unwavering fearlessness, feeling almost comfortable. Iblees spoke,

“You spoke the incantation, the summoning, and I have answered you. You have witnessed this moment, and must speak of it to your brothers. I am wise, and have had many years to contemplate my recrudescence. These words I speak must be fulfilled. Conjure me a fortress in Aegis worthy of Drauchreich. Atop which the veil shall be weakened, and my taint shall flood the land. With this fulfilled, I can almost smell the world which I shall claim as mine. Lest you fail me, Fyrste, and you shall feel my unending wrath.”

With an increasing tremor, Iblees appeared to recede once more into the void, the powerful necromancy allowing him to appear in Drauchriem slowly having its power sapped. In a final look at Iblees, Fyrste gazed into his eyes of flame, they seemed to be piercing his very soul. Iblees, wielding a blade wrought in flame, receded once more into the void that he was banished to so long ago.

And thus, in the frozen North, Fyrste conjured a keep, torn rom the realm of Drauchreich and placed into the mortal realm. Molten lava surrounding it, acting as a layer of protection in which attackers may smolder and die. Towering obsidian walls to protect the inhabitants. The lower sanctums of the Keep, riddled with secrets of an ancient civilization sworn to serve the Fallen One eternally. And most importantly, just as Iblees had commanded, atop the towering Keep emerged black tendrils, a glimpse of the void that Iblees resides in. The barrier between which separates Iblees from entering the realm visibly weakening as the blackness obscures the sky.

[VonEbs 1224]

((You used Latin, which should not exist. If you are allowed to use Latin, I should be able to use French in RP.))

[Raptorious 1899]

Holy crap

[Dalek348 1962]

((In that case, why should English exist? It's about RP, and not always seeing real life influences have a direct effect on RP. Yes, we need English to understand each other in game, but I ask you to think of the RP reasons for using such a language. I used Latin in this case as an ancient tongue of the Undead used in rituals and ceremonies. I'm not good at making up languages, and I never will be, so I chose the closest thing to it, an ancient and dead language that you should not be bothered by if you see a few words of it in a post.))

[K33MST4R 219]

*Mithas' ghostly form feels the disturbance in the world. Inhuman tremors shake the land, and the spirit world stirs at the quakes from the void. Silently, almost inaudible to anyone that may be in the area, a ghostly voice is heard. "It has begun, and soon I will be free to witness Aegis' destruction...." If a ghost could smile at all, Mithas did, and disappeared back into the spirit world from whence he came, plotting his eminent return

[susitsu 871]

((Wow Ebs, great way to react to such a well done post. As for all rp, I think that all of Aegis should feel a sudden chill down their spine, I'm gonna rp it as such.))

While far away in the deep North-West, he felt something, it was strange, a strong fear, that almost made him, on instinct, run. He shook his head, though the feeling lingering, he felt it, something was very wrong. It was almost as if, even here, that gone taint, that had it's hold on him for so long, was calling out to him. He looked directly in the direction of the newly conjured Undead Keep, the calling seeming to come from there, though he knew not what he was looking it, he had a good guess. The Darkness was calling, and he wanted to answer.

[Arkelos 1027]

-Vardak looked onwards into the dark cloud over the keep, his eyes glowing slightly as darkness set in...-

"This is our north, this keep is the crown of our nation of Drauchreich, The void... your time has almost come... I bring you the north.... and I shall bring you the rest of Aegis"

-The robed figure looked onwards to the cloud, looking at it with a grin.-

"The heretics shall be purged... my brothers and I will see to it. I will not fail you, even if it means giving my soul back to you. I will pay the cost."

-He grips his staff tightly, and brings forth a mighty bolt of lightning.-

"Time to get to work"

-Vardak returns to the nether to rest, plan, get ready for the encroaching storm, his body fading as it wraps itself in flames-

[Elindor 666]

((Problem with latin is that every stupid player who wants to sound cool says that its an old language of their tribe, or some equally contrite bull****. I thought it was reserved for undead stuff too, seen as its been used before for the undead.))

Elindor feels a great storm around Malinor that stretches as far as can be seen. Lightning crashes almost simultaneously in all directions. ((Biggest storm I've ever seen happened last time I was on the server)) He whispers into the winds, "why are you so angry?" The storm crashes in reply, "it is coming." Elindor nods solemnly then heads inside to consult his journals and prophecies.

[Aryon 679]

Aryon looks in the direction that the dark chill is coming from. He mutters words, barely audible. "I have not felt that chill since...since the old keep in the north was raised...but...no. That was years ago...it cannot happen again..." Aryon walks off to the North, seeking the cause of this ghostly chill...

[Sporadic 2844]

((Problem with latin is that every stupid player who wants to sound cool says that its an old language of their tribe, or some equally contrite bull****. I thought it was reserved for undead stuff too, seen as its been used before for the undead.))

((I concur. If we're going to allow Latin there should be clear-cut lore reasons as to why it's there and why it's the Undead that are speaking it. You don't want people communicating in every language under the sun for seemingly no reason at all: The rules explicitly state there's no known lands or people existing outside of the Aegis continent; the languages should be an extent of that.))

[susitsu 871]

((Not to seem weirdly pushy or anything, but can we get more RPed responses? I love reading those to very well done things like these. It's a weird request, I know, but I just really enjoy reading them :D))

[Aryon 679]

Aryon Reaches the keep, and looks up at all the lava. "My god...before, we could get over the walls, but with that lava..." Aryon cranes his neck, looking at the huge walls made out of that dreaded black rock. "That is nearly indestructible...I hope that we find a way to breach those walls..." Aryon walks away, when there is a flash of lighting, metres away from him. Aryon looks up at the keeps wall, and runs away. While he is running, a cloaked man, with his rotten face showing, is bellowing loader then the wind "Run, you foolish mortal! Your race shall perish soon enough!"

[[How was that Lucas?]]

[susitsu 871]

((I like. :D Thank you, that gave me my enjoyable RP feel for the time being and improved my mood a lot :P))

[Trouvo 205]

The Baron of Lunavara Trouvo Souvok drops his pipe as he feels a cold chill breeze rush across his garden atop the Lunavaran keep. "Something is wrong..." he says to his loyal wolf, as it begins to growl in the direction of Al'Khazaar and the north. Almost in response lightning begins to strike around the city lighting several trees aflame, oblivious to the guards running through out the city below him to put out the flames he stares toward the north hoping if he could just look hard enough he could see something.....He grins, smiling ecstaticly, speaking to his wolf "Perhaps the greedy politicals of Oren will finally get what they deserve, what ever is going on it cant be good....as long is it is in oren, i care not anymore" Picks his pipe back up and sits down looking toward Al'Khazaar. He re-lights his pipe and grins with one hand patting his wolf.

(good for you susitsu? lol)

[Souvok 0]

Tenebrae Souvok walks calmly through the city of Lunavara, thankful for a cloudy day and no sun to blight his eyes and skin. A cool breeze rushes through the city as thunder and lightning clash, trees around the city light aflame and he orders the guards to help put them out and rushes himself to put them out as well. "Quickly get these fires out before the city burns!" Looks toward the sky, hoping the rain would start, feeling weary that it has not....a bad omen..