The Return Of The Wandering Wizard

[shiftnative 3103]

*A notice hangs on the Sanctuary.*

"Tolta, 10th of The Grand Harvest, Year 57."

"The Wandering Wizard has returned!"

"He struggled to return, for over 57 years in an unknown plane between Aegis and the Verge, damned to the void and it's trials. His soul however, still bound to his soulstone."

"The Soulstone was taken to Asulon by the monks and was kept safe within the Sanctuary in-hopes that the Wizard may return."

"This very journey grew on the wizard, making him wiser and more powerful than he had been before and once the soulstone vanished form the Temple - We knew the time had come."

"Black wings were spotted over Dwarven peaks in the early of the morning while the Dwarves of Kal'Dwain were taking up their posts. The dwarves sounded their horns of war and groups of bearded dwarves, clad in armor came pouring out of the city to defend their land."

"Iron and diamond met flesh as streaks of flame shot outright from the the creatures snouts. The Dwarves defended their land well, but began to steadily grow weary from battle."

"It was just then, that a gleam of light revealed the White Wizard between the dwarves and the beasts, pure and unrelenting was his aura it is said."

"The Wizard turned to face the creatures and his sleeves bellowed spheres of flame from them, with each strike their scales and wings were enveloped in magical flame - killing some of the creatures. His presence demoralized the rest, and it is said a few managed to escape."

"We are unsure to where it is these drakes came from, but the Wizard warns us of impending war and the races of Aegis must stand - as they once did."

signed,

-Monk Talmb

[Volutional 935]

Marcys looks upon the notice.

He leaves a small note of notice also.

"Those who bid themselves willing, should join the banner of Nightscar. And together we shall aim the wizard at the heart of the Dragon's nest."

- Marcys Nightscar

[Megacomet 25]

Herith Eldecia sits down upon one of the benches found in the Cloud Temple Sanctuary, reading one book intently, whilst scribbling notes into another. After writing non-stop for several minutes, his writing hand begins to tire, and he takes a break, sighing. Waiting for his hand to recover, he looks around the Sanctuary, his gaze fixes upon the notice board, bearing a new letter. Leaving his books piled sloppily atop his satchel, he walks over to the parchment, reading its contents. His eyes narrow as he finishes. He paces around the Temple, muttering to himself,

"The Drakes, attacking the Dwarves, indeed an interesting occurrence. It says some have escaped, too... This could help our cause a great deal, should we find more information. Perhaps the Dwarves have the information we need? As for this, "Wandering Wizard" character, my, if he's anything like how he's described, he could be very dangerous... I should tell Lord Athalos about this."

Herith looks over his shoulder, making sure no one heard him. After affirming that no one eavesdropped on him, he gathers his books, and runs out of the Cloud Temple.

[Supremacy 3361]

Kalenz eyes the note, leaning against the wall. A small child seems to have run in terror behind him.

"I wonder what this means for Malinor" he mutters.

The high elf turns and slowly begins to walk back to Arcane Delvers.

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

*Cataris sits atop the right shoulder of his enslaved Giant. The iron chains tangle from his skeletal grip. He watches from afar, atop a mountain peak, he saw and beheld the White Wizard, were Cataris to have flesh, he would be visibly shaking in fear. He releases an ear shattering cry from the mountain top, of the likes of a banshee. Cataris tugs to the left with the chains, the Giant moves its head, his head and shoulders slumped in his defeat and enslavement, he willingly follows his masters bidding. The steel mask burnt to Cataris' skeletal face is carved in permanent sorrow and through the eye slits of the mask, two small green flames burn.*

"By the Gods both Greater and Lesser, The Avatar of Baracan is upon us." *He murmurs quietly to himself*

((Excuse the religious talk there :P Cataris follows Om'echan and thinks he is the Avatar of Baracan, the dead God of Magic))

[Skippy 2466]

Skippy Irongut snickers as he lugs a drake bone larger than himself into Karik.

[Eleatic 1033]

Alice puts her eyes to the note, reading vaguely outward, as she looks in a tired fashion to Jaehaeyrs, before she utters the contents twice. And Jaehaeyrs manages to nod, as he attempts to search around, and smile. Darkness engulfs his eyes, as it had of recent times. But he attempts to ignore the ever reaching dark.. And smile, his wretched lips forming a curtsied smile. And his head bows, in a silent form of meditation. As he says in a kindly tone, before Alice utters one last verse

"Drakes. Black wings, war."

-

He makes a mosied shriek, his head thrashing into the pillow, before his verses turn into words unintelligible to the young Alice,

"Illum'thas norash'thur.."

The words flow in a horrendous fashion from his tired lips, and his eyes flash, the white specks searching, as though for light..

-

He continues to verse the phrases, before his eyes grow grim. And a small feeling of disassociation is present.. He falls aback in his own state, smacking into the pillow. His face growing pale, the words from his lips

'Fire, and light."

He says the last verse, before he falls unconscious. Tears streaming from his eyes.

[Hiebe 2493]

Remembers the night the wizard fell and was apart of those who lead the attack to make way for the eggs. He saw the wizard be struck down and now he has seen him come back and kill the drakes who attacked his hold.

"By da paragons I've almost seen it all...."

[Swgrclan 2682]

Soh'Rog, one of the Monks of the Wilven Sanctuary, scans over the scripture with a grim expression. He saw no joy in the Wizard's return despite his "land-protecting capabilities." Releasing a ragged sigh, he whispers to himself,

"I sense darkness clouding the near-future. We are not as prepared as we were before . ."

And with that, he slowly meanders away from the notice to rest and study in the Sanctuary library.

[CraftPrime 35]

*A man in white attire, alongside a white mask and hood, slowly walks past the notice board before turning to it and gaining a closer look.

His eyes gleaming down the words, he turns back to the direction he was facing an heads on, muttering to himself...*

"The Wandering Wizard has come back. It was about time, but I guess I should start calling him White Wizard now. If the legends are indeed true, then his power is mightier than I expect it to be. This, however, does not solve an important question...

Why did that Drake attack Kal'Dwain? I'm over-thinking again... But for Drakes to unleash destruction in the realms? Heh. They'd have to get through all of us first..."

*The man continues to walk to his supposed direction, as the wind continues to descend.

[Song Druid 1486]

Narrows his eyes as he reads the testimony.

If he can escape such destruction...surely Iblees could find a way here. The Aspects are disappointed....

[Braxis 813]

*Braxis apporaches the Temple in his armor with several Clerical symbols etched onto his armor as he sees a small group of people crowding around a notice. With a raised brow under his helm he walks to it and shuffles into the crowd growing curious to what it is. He reads the notice his eyes narrowing as he reads. Then gives out a sigh of reliaf for once in the life in Ausulon its a good notice. Then begins to shuffle his way out of the crowd and heads down the Human path to wander around. As he walks out he speaks in a low voice to himself, others near can hear.

"Once told The Patrons of the Light such as Aerial, gifted us many boons of strenght when evil was or was coming...Such as the Sages, and ascended when the undead rose.. But now they gift us the Wizard once more..."

He then gazes to the sky as he walks down the path

"If he returns? What Darkness follows and challanges us next?"

[Masterfawkes 33]

"As the air chills a familiar feeling of discomfort returns. The forests will surely darken in the coming months. Humble people will live in fear. Those with power will abuse it, taking away freedoms, increase of taxes, scandals galore. Wars, Riots, and fighting amongst siblings are all a nudge away. Chaos is much closer than any of these sheep realize. When they are at their weakest and they look to the sky and ask why it has all fallen apart, why have we been forsaken." I will simply respond from the shadows "Do not blame divinity nor birthright, blame only yourselves and your own ill will. You may have banished the others and myself but you did not banish your own darkness."

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.