The Tyrant’s Ring (a TS)



  • If you want to post then that is great! The rule is:
    No Planning.
    The story is set directly after Bane.
    And now, I will start!

    Btw, I am Therru Flame. He is already in the Character Info topic.

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    "To listen, one must be silent." -Ogion, A Wizard of Earthsea



  • Back at the Alcarean Tavern, the people who had just returned from the anti-magic quest were celebrating their victory. The door opened and a man, tall and slim walked in. As he took off his hood it revealed a scarred face, with a grim expression set on his face. Martel turned. “Therru Flame? Is that you?”

    “Martel, we need to talk.”

    “Uh, okay, Therru. What is it?” After whispering and collaborating for a few minutes, Martel turned to the tavern. “Therru here, who I have worked with before has notified me of something very serious. He lives in the mountains between Pynx and Kosha, and there, he noticed something. Just a few days ago, he saw great masses of armies march from Land’s End Volcano to the Great Swamps, and camp there. Therru is a rouge, so naturally, he went to investigate. The armies were masses of all sorts of undead, but under whose command we do not know. The most important thing is that he has seen our historian, Anisa about this, and the armor that they wear is from the era of the first tyrant. He requests a small amount of warriors to help him investigate the volcano, and discover the purpose of this army, and nothing more. I know most of us just returned, but it should only take a few days. Is anyone with us?”

    “I like adventures. We never got this many at home! I’m coming.” Larc replied.

    “Count me in too,” Eroldur said. I might find runes in that volcano, but I doubt it. Oh, what the heck. I’ll go” He teleported away.

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    Which way will the balance swing? To the east or to the west?

    (This message has been edited by Therru Flame (edited 07-21-2002).)



  • Hmm, I've got eight characters available at this point, any and all of which would have good reason for joining this quest. I think I could make a good case for limiting it to Sideline and the four Ronin present - Sasha, Trinias, Kwon Chen and Ulf (Flynn and Wolmark are stuck on a submarine, and Leandra is teaching healing at Pnyx); any thoughts/preferences?

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    Originally posted by cache22:
    **Hmm, I've got eight characters available at this point, any and all of which would have good reason for joining this quest. I think I could make a good case for limiting it to Sideline and the four Ronin present - Sasha, Trinias, Kwon Chen and Ulf (Flynn and Wolmark are stuck on a submarine, and Leandra is teaching healing at Pnyx); any thoughts/preferences?

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    Sure! Join! Besides, I have a surprise twist to this, soon. ;)

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    "To listen, one must be silent." -Ogion, A Wizard of Earthsea



  • my 50th post Sephiroth and Ariano enter the room. "I heard there was an adenture about to take place, if I can be of asistance please ask i require no fee this time"

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    Mac is just perfect spelled wrong

    (This message has been edited by Sephiroth (edited 07-22-2002).)



  • "Very well, I could use some help. Come along. Once we get a few more people to help, I will have Martel explain what we are going to do." Therru replied, as he went to get a drink with Larc. Eroldur teleported back in.

    "Therru! This is not good news."

    "What is it, my son?"

    "The army is led by Goshnak!"

    "The Goshnak that I have been trying to keep in death for nearly a hudred years?"

    "Yes. The very Goshnak that you have fought for your whole life. He has the Disk of the Sun!"

    "This is very serious. Very well. I must inform you that I am not just a hermit/rouge. I am the Macilnar, as my fathers were before me. We were the guardians of death, and Goshnak is our greatest enemy. I am in dire need of more warriors and mages to drive back this threat! If they are not stopped, the Disk of the Sun will be unbound! That means that the immortals would die. The immortals that hold your land together, the Seldane, Undine, Ignae, and the Sylphs. If they are not saved, then who will save the land? Alaric cannot do this alone. Who will join me?"

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    Which way will the
    balance swing? To the
    east or to the west?



  • Sasha looked suspiciously at Martel, then faced the others seated at the table - Trinias, Ulf, Kwon Chen, Lucas and the Scribe.

    "Did he say 'Undead'?"

    The Scribe peered at her over the top of his glasses. "I believe he did, yes."

    Sasha chewed her lip, and the other Ronin looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Typical," the swordswoman complained. "They would turn up when Flynn and his Sword of Truth are beyond our reach. Do you think they're the remnants of the army we fought before, just after getting here?"

    Kwon shrugged. "It is possible. However, we have no way of knowing."

    "We have to go find out, don't we?" By the look on his face, Trinias was almost hoping Sasha would say 'no'.

    Sasha nodded grimly. "We have no choice. Lucas, will you join us?"

    Lucas shuddered, and shook his head. "I've seen a lot of bad stuff, but one thing I've never encountered is something undead. I'd just as soon avoid that one, if you don't mind. Besides, this sounds like a scouting trip. If it turns into a war, come get me."

    The four Ronin joined Martel and the others. "We've had some experience with undead armies," Sasha said. "We would like to offer our services."

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    Unobtrusively, from his customary table in a dark corner, Sideline observed the proceedings. He remembered the time Magpie's undead army had assaulted Cademia; although he hadn't played a major role, he'd done his bit. Now it sounded like they might be back for more. Sideline winced at the thought of some unsuspecting town or village falling prey to marauding hordes of undead warriors.

    "Not if I can help it," he muttered.

    He quietly got up from his seat, and joined the growing group of adventurers.

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    I will classify my lieutenants in three categories: untrusted, trusted, and completely trusted. Promotion to the third category will be awarded posthumously.

    (This message has been edited by Overmind (edited 07-22-2002).)



  • Hrmm, a TS eh?
    An undead army sounds right up my alley, do you already have a bad guy in mind Mr. Somebody? I could certainly conjur up some plot alongside that of yours Mr. Somebody, so that we have at least a few objectives to work on. Either that or i could join the good side, and help fight evil.
    which ever suits you.

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    Yesterday, we bent our necks to kings and emperors. But today, we kneel only to truth -Kahil Gibran



  • Well, I'd say evil, but we need more good as well, so I'd say try a character on both. ;)

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    "To listen, one must be silent." -Ogion, A Wizard of Earthsea



  • "You all have no idea! I need warriors of great bravery and might!" Therru cried in anguish, "If this army is not stopped, we will all die! The land of Cythera, and all lands, will unravel if this army is not stopped! Only death and our misery will prevail!"

    *Will no one else join? Pleeeeease? I can't just stop... :frown: *

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    Which way will the
    balance swing? To the
    east or to the west?

    (This message has been edited by Therru Flame (edited 07-31-2002).)



  • I would continue this, but since there are three people posting, and I am one of them, I am going to say to ignore this topic, unless some more people join. Please, no one steal this idea, I might try it again sometime. If no one else joins, then everyone on this quest is not on this quest.

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    "To listen, one must be silent." -Ogion, A Wizard of Earthsea



  • Fear not Mr. Somebody! 3 people are quite enough for a TS, it makes for more posting, more relevant posting, and more action and thought on each storyline during the game, no one gets lost with character names, or overwhelmed by complexity, 3 people is a good number, but ill join anway ;).

    The tavern was as quite as usual, drunken patrons nursing their drinks and the more lively ones playing dice or telling a yarn.
    In one corner however, a small crowd had gather, most of the men just in for a good story, others for an adventure. A chance to test once again their overuesed battle skills in the aid of Cythera.
    Magpie himself approached the table knowingly, having been in many adventures before. Faces turned and went white, glasses were either clunked down onto the harsh wooden benches, or dropped to lie either unturned or broken on the floor.
    For all who had battle against Magpie before knew of his treachery, his cunning and power, his overwhelming desire to be the ultimate mage.

    The four Ronin didnt bother to stand up, knowing all too well that weapons would work to no avail aginst Magpie.
    "I have heard you are Magpie, and what a timely coincidence you come now. Typical of some worthless old fool to march before his legions of darkness, saying his farewells to the land he loved so little, delighting in the sight of so many innocent children and men cowering in the shadows. Take your foul presence elsewhere demon, we can do without entree today" Therru Flame spat disguted at Magpies feet.
    Magpies eyes turned a buetifull white, not quite pure white though, a white tinged with darkness, tinged with tremendous power and evil. Magpie writhed on teh spot, seeming to contain demons of his own, brought about by his corruption and lust for power. And for a reason that none in the bar could see, not yet anyway, Magpie contained his urge to destroy Therru, as was quite within his power, and calmed. Eyes turned back to their normal pupiled selves.

    "For once you are wrong, warriors. This time i have not come to survey the plans for future buildings, or to-" he paused and frowned with distaste "delight in innocent children and men cowering, as if i ever did such a thing. No this time i ahve come to help, for the great army that threatens your land is that of another powerhungry war lord. I, gentlemen" Magpie used the sparingly and with obvious loathing of putting anyone equal to himself "am here to help, for as you already know, i am the most powerfull mage, but by far not teh most deadly. For right as we speak, a deadly hunter stalks my every waking moment, a hunter deployed by the army you are all here to rally against. This hunter is a capable assassin, and will stop at nothing to kill me. In order to get their job done properly, this assassin decided to seek the help of Omen's master, currently held within the Cronla. This Cronla is inseperable from the land itself, so to summon Omen's master, the entire land will ahve to be purged of everything living. The oly way you have any chance of surviving, my only chance of living too, is to join forces and protect Cythera" Magpie finished, and even now more then ever, he showed his true self, the water ghostly image almost gone, as if admitting that he was vulnerbale had withdrawn the shadow out of him, at least for the moment.

    Therru flame looked at the Ronin for answers, seeking their help, as he himself had never met Magpie face to face before.
    Kwon shook his head, looking up and spoke "This is a being of great power. many things have great power, but Magpies power is ill contained, a single mistake and it could spill like a cloud of choking gases that will then flood the land, destroying more then Goshnaks army will. It is clear the to purge the land of all life, the Undine, Seldane, Slyphs and Ignae also need to die. You mention something about the Sun Disk Therru?"
    Therru nodded, and motioned for Kwon to continue
    "I myself do not know what this sun Disk is, but i am certain it has the ability to destroy the four immortals. And this is why Goshnak needs it, for his pet assassin to complete her quest, or his quest"
    Kwon rubbed his chin, and when no one else filled in the pensive silence, he started once again
    "In my opion, no, do not ally with Magpie, for it woul dbe an unholy alliance, one that will taint the land and people of Cythera to no end. If we are to come out on top, we must do it alone. United we stand, divided we fall i know. But try uniting with some one attemtping to divide you. No, we cannot accept Magpie here" Kwon shook his head again, muttering to himself.

    Therru looked at Magpie again, trying to decide for himself if Magpie was dangerous, he didnt look it, but he certainly felt like it. And looks can be deceptive, as all in teh bar knew.
    "So you choose to turn me out? When you are all dead, and the Seldane fall, Undine, Slyph and Ignae will be angry, but not for long, becuase they will be next. Think over your choice of action and rember that if there is to be any hope at all, i must be one with your forces" Magpie sat, ordering a whiskey on whiskey with a shot of whiskey and a double whiskey on the side, leaving Therru and the others to think again over his offer.

    note: this post was made with the fact that the Seldane are the main protectors of mortals in Cythera, although unable to control mortals thoughts and decisions, they care a great deal about them, and wish only for the best

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    Yesterday, we bent our necks to kings and emperors. But today, we kneel only to truth -Kahil Gibran



  • (this is Sephiroth) Sephiroth looks up from his drink, "so you are the infamous Magpie?"
    "it is a pleasure to meet you in person (mutters under his breath "again"). Have you ever met a god like I once was.......no you havent they would have destroyed you on sight. You are lucky I was banished and stripped of most of my poweres"

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    AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE WORLD IS GOING TO END THE SKY WILL FALL.... oh there's my left shoe



  • Magpie looked contently at Sephiroth,
    "I am a god like you, once I ruled over the land where all lands joined, but that was before, still, i am here now to help, not to bicker and quarrel over the great powers of the world. Take my advice and let me join you if you still wish to be calssiefied as a 'god' and not a corpse"

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    Yesterday, we bent our necks to kings and emperors. But today, we kneel only to truth -Kahil Gibran



  • Therru turned to Magpie. "I have no use for your threats, but you may come. Be warned, if any move you make is against us, I will fight you into death and beyond." As his voice reached it's climax, Sideline noticed the hint of an accent, an accent he had heard before. It was used when speaking another language, but he could not remember which. It would be best not to mention this for now. Therru glared at Magpie and turned to the Ronin. "So you are the Ronin. You are quite famous, because even an old hermit from the southernmost mountains has heard of you. I know you have quite a history, as I do, although I have not had the opportunity to learn it. Perhaps I will sometime. Now, for the point of this converstation, you seem to know more than I do about this Magpie. We should talk about it, but I have to attend to something very important." The Ronin nodded, and turned back to their table, and Therru walked over to his.

    Therru sat down at his table. He pulled up his pack, boots, armor, and reluctantly, his cloak. He pulled out a small vial of oil and a rag from his pack, then roughly shoved the pack on the floor. "What is that?" Sephiroth asked and pointed at the vial.

    "It is a potion to make weapons and armor more resistant to undead power. You and the rest of the party may use it when I finish. I still need to perfect the formula, it only works about sixty-five percent of the time."

    "Oh." Sephiroth replied, "Thanks." With a smile, he walked away, back to his table. Out from his boots, Therru pulled eight daggers, four from each. He poured a bit of the oil on each and rubbed viorously with the cloth. When he finished, he hastily replaced his daggers in the boots and put them on. He decieded to rub his armor next, and he did. The breastplate, being what it was, was quite a long affair, because it was much bigger than a dagger. But, he finally finished, and put it on. From his cloak, he seemed to procure none less than twelve bladed weapons of some sort, and though it took a while, it too was finished. By then it was getting late, and some patrons were leaving, but others wanted to stay, to watch Therru. It was a shame that some had left, because next came a sight of wonder. Therru slowly drew his two identical swords. In the torch light, the silver blades shone and glinted. They were curved slightly, sabers. Each bore an elaborite design of a skull, coming through flames. The flames were long, and almost reached the tip of the swords, sharp and deadly. With extreme care, these too were rubbed with the oil. Therru cleaned everything up. After finishing this, Therru stood, and walked to the bar. He streched and yawned, as it was now very late, and ordered a drink. He drained it in one long gulp and sat down again.

    Therru Flame sat his shabby pack on the table. Many people began to wonder how many weapons he had. Amazingly, he did not bring forth a weapon. Out came a big, black book. On the cover, it bore the same emblem. The skull coming through the flames. Therru took out a key from his cloak. He slowly inserted the key into the lock and turned it. There was a hiss. The Ronin walked to Therru's table. Sasha looked at the book and spoke. "That is a spellbook, Therru."

    "It is a powerful spellbook." Trinias agreed. Ulf and Kwon Chen nodded. Kwon Chen looked again, and became stern.

    "That book is The Tome of the Necromancers Therru. That is the most powerful and the greatest source of knowledge for all necromancy." No one noticed, but when he said this, Magpie's eyes glinted, and he smirked. Therru Flame slowly turned to Kwon Chen.

    "I am the Macilnar. It was my Macilnar fathers who wrote this book. It is mine to own and use. For my purposes, I am, in a sense, a necromancer. I fight back the dead, to keep them where they belong." He closed the book. "There is no use now. Everyone with me, get some rest. We leave at dawn."

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    Which way will the
    balance swing? To the
    east or to the west?



  • The adventures had all but trailed away, some seeking a good nights sleep at the inns plentiful beds, others wide awake, eyes ashine and weapons sharp.
    Therru Flame had taken leave just about an hour ago, sleeping alongside his pack on a chair nearby.
    Magpies eyes gleamed a mystique white, his long elegant fingers stretching outwards towards the book that hissed like a snake, containing powers that would have made his masters tremble, not Magpie however.
    Magpies fingers lay hovering above the book, poised for a swift grab, still and waiting. His mind was not waiting for anything, already it had flown ahead, dreams of power and glory, he, Magpie ruling over all that was. Magpie had spells like the ones he had lustily glanced at in the book, just as powerful, a few more so. But this book also contained spells for repelling the dead not just awakening them. Magpie could dispell his undead minions whenever the occasion called for it, and could raise many more too.
    This book was not, as Therru had put it "the most powerful spell book for necromancers" for Magpie anyway. For Magpie this was simply another doorway through which power gleamed, shining brighter, so bright it hurt to look at, but this pain this ultimate lust for power drew him closer. He was curious about the pain of power, so curious that it did not repel him like most.

    He snapped back to reality, outstretched hands almost touching the book, almost...
    Magpie flipped backwards, clattering chairs and drunken patrons awake. In his greed Magpies senses had failed him, almost to late did he detect the deadly dispelling runes that were constatly blaring their warning signal. This would ahve been obvious to any mage, no matter how insignifgant. Power makes us blind, Magpie mused, and walked out of the bar, he too seeking rest now for the upcoming journey.
    Therru looked after Magpie, swearing under his breath muttering Kwons words as a reminder to himself "Magpies power is ill contained, just one mistake and it could spill..."
    "I must be more careful" Showing the book to Magpie was like tempting a mouse with cheese, this particular mouse would bite, hard. Maybe it was too late already...

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    Yesterday, we bent our necks to kings and emperors. But today, we kneel only to truth -Kahil Gibran



  • "That mouse has one weekness, it will do ANYTHING goe the cheese."

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  • Therru Flame shoved the book in the pack, quite deeply, and stood up. He walked over to Sephiroth and whispered "But the mouse forgot about the key." Therru smiled. "Let's go." He rumbled and walked out the door.

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    Which way will the
    balance swing? To the
    east or to the west?



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    Originally posted by Happy Dagger:
    **"That mouse has one weekness, it will do ANYTHING goe the cheese."

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    OoC Yes! exactly my point, i like Magpie to be all powerfull in most situations, having the most powerfull spells, the most mana, virutaly unbeatable in a straght fight, but his lust for power is so deeply ingrained it flaws his every concious act, marring all attempts at success and bringing him down to the level of the other characters, which is my ultimate aim. I think you're the first person that has noticed this outright, thanks :).
    Ill work up a proper post in a little bit, ;)
    BiC

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    Yesterday, we bent our necks to kings and emperors. But today, we kneel only to truth -Kahil Gibran



  • 0oC Ummmmmmmmmm..... your welcome... and btw if anyone sees Sephiroth start screaming and he is holding a diamond help him BiC

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