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Sins of the Feyborn
A lone eladrin limps through the darkening alleys of the Commons, his long gait cut short by an old expedition injury. Though he should be resting comfortably in the Hall of Arms near the Castle, the eladrin instead lives a life of poverty and want. His grey eyes wearily scan the darkest recesses of shadow, watching for a potential thief or bored assassin. It has been years since ate a good meal or slept in a warm bed, but it was just as well. He had a job to do.
Increasing his strides made the man move faster, but his limp was easily noticeable, and the last thing he wanted to do was attract attention from man or beast. He was approaching The End now, where the protective gate stood shattered from battles long ago. Wards and magical binding spells kept the Fey creatures out, but this eladrin did not think to worry about the Fey beasts. Instead, he concerned himself with what the Fey fled from. Slowly, he made his way to the tattered blocks of the wall. He pulled his hood down from over his face, revealing scars from past wars and conflicts. The eladrin reached down and pulled out a short sword from it's sheath, stopping momentarily when his hand brushed up against a small pendant he kept close to his side. He whispered the verse kept inside the pendant as the sword came free;
"Kesthan, my love, fight not with the fear of losing, but with the courage to return home sooner to me."
With a sigh, Kesthan deftly jumped on top of the rubble and looked out. Feydorwin was most often on top of a large hill, and very easily defend-able, and tonight was no different. The Mists of the Fey shielded Feydorwin, though most Eladrin knew where this city was if they were attuned to it's Magic. If not for his status, Kesthan would have wanted no more than to study the intricate veins of Magic. It was as if the Corellon himself built the city. Standing on a dull stone he overlooked the valleys of the Feywild, but his eyes grew wide with what he saw beyond.
"The Fey," a small, dark voice whispered from what seemed like all sides of Kesthan, "departs from your Magical City. Your God will be dead soon, as well as you." Turning nearly 360 degrees, Kesthan listened for the darkened voice again while his eyes scanned every nook and cranny. No signs of movement, no indications of life. He was still alone.
"You are wrong, Beast," Kesthan said, his eyes returning to the growing unnatural storm just beyond the valleys in the Fey. Magical lightning arched from corner to corner of billowing black clouds which seemed to move at a rapid pace but stand completely still at the same time, "A Pact will soon be formed."
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Beld tapped his foot nervously against the stone floor. The air in here smelled like a combination of dead rat, undead flesh, and a faint hint of rotten vegetables. He wondered how the mages in here were able to work at all with that Stench. He must have made a disgusted face because one of the mages looked over at him and laughed.
"When you want some work done "under the cover of night," Beld, what did you expect? You wanted us to go into the Feywild?" The wizard said, chuckling as he continued his work. Beld shrugged, he expected nothing less from the conclave of wizards and mages he had gathered from the Arms. All of those left that were still loyal to him and the Governance were here. A pang in his heart reminded him of losing his friend Centiri just days ago. With a sigh, he looked around.
The underground cathedral was over 200 feet wide and nearly circular in shape. It stretch about 50 feet high and was decorated by 5 pillars covering the perimeter. On each pillar hung an animal of the Feywild, dead and stripped of its fur, with arcane symbols emblazed on the hanging carcasses. From the base of each of these pillars stretched a line covered in that was made with white chalk. These lines extended into the center of the room, where a multitude of arcane markings were carefully etched into the stone floor, culminating in a summoning circle about 20 feet across. Along the sides of the circle were four mages, and at the head, nearest to one of the pillars was Gorun. He had a gleeful smile on his face.
"After all these ages, these fruitless trials and tribulations, I finally have a chance to activate it!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. Bled figured he might as well give the old geezer his chance.
"How does it work?" He asked, leaning back against the wall as Gorun took a big breath and began to explain his greatest work.
"The energies of the Fey are transferred into these carcasses, giving them spiritual life!" They then go out into the worlds and travel the planes, finding those whom the spirits deem them as worthy, and when they are prepared, the spirits take them, back here!" Beld blinked as Gorun finished his speech, half expecting another three hour lecture to spring from it. Instead, Gorun blinked back and smiled.
"The seems so, simple," Beld stuttered.
"It is, it is," Gorun agreed, "Because it uses the natural arcane energies of the animals connected to the Fey to bring The Pact together! We must begin the ritual!" Gorun turned to his work and began chanting furiously, the mages looking at each other and joining in.
"I hope this works, you crazy old mage..." Beld whispered, the chamber beginning to glow a light blue as the energies contained within the drawn and etched lines begin to come alive. The head of the Governance looked on nervously as the energies began to swirl around the room, the arcane symbols on each of the carcasses pulsating along with the chanting. With a sudden rush of air, spiritual energy poured out of the dead animals and into the center of the summoning circle. A small portal opened and the energy spilled into it at an alarming rate. Beld looked underneath the portal and saw a large grin on the face of his friend Gorun. He yelled over the crackling energy and sparking magic, "What do we do now?"
"Wait!" Came the strained, but happy, reply.
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{OOC: Welcome to the Sins of the Feyborn IC! For the sake of continuity, please make sure that at the end of your post, you end up speaking with the spirit and you are enveloped in darkness. You are free to be as creative as you want (IE naming the spirit, what type of beast it is, etc.) Once everyone has posted their initial posts, I will make another post and then the real RP fun can begin. You are also welcome to make any skill checks that you feel appropriate, and I will post the results. If you have any questions before you post, please use the OOC thread (you can find it in my signature if you don't want to dig through everything [but you should have a subscription!]). Happy gaming!}
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