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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 3212016" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Deus Ex Machina - Prologue</strong></p><p></p><p>Quintus looked up from the ground. Small people dressed in pallid masks and robes were ripping off his clothes. They were gnomes or dwarves. They poked and kicked at Quintus.</p><p></p><p>“Up!” they shouted over and over. “Up! Up!”</p><p></p><p>Quintus snarled. “I’ll kill you!”</p><p></p><p>He punched one of them in the face. It fell back, a bright red stain appearing on the pallid mask. Then one of them touched him with a crackling hand. Pain jolted throughout his body. He fell back down to the ground. </p><p></p><p>“Finish stripping him!” said one of the gnomes.</p><p></p><p>The other gnomes pulled all of Quintus’ clothes off. Something was fastened around his neck. It was a dog collar. Quintus got a glimpse of the leash before one of them yanked hard.</p><p></p><p>“Up!”</p><p></p><p>They led Quintus through the abandoned Illiirite church to the altar. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see rows upon rows of pews, piled up in the moonlight. </p><p></p><p>“Where are you taking me?” he snarled.</p><p></p><p>They stopped pulling him along. </p><p></p><p>“Down.”</p><p></p><p>“What?”</p><p></p><p>The other gnomes yanked Quintus down by the leash. “Down!” He fell to his knees. </p><p></p><p>The shock hit him again. It was a spell. Quintus knew it was a spell, he’d seen it before. It convulsed him. He collapsed to the ground.</p><p></p><p>“Just kill me and be done with it,” Quintus hissed through clenched teeth. </p><p></p><p>“Oh, that would be too simple,” said a sibilant voice. </p><p></p><p>Quintus looked up. It was a bald man with a broad grin. He was sitting on the Illirite altar, using it as a makeshift throne.</p><p></p><p>“You!” snarled Quintus. “I remember you…”</p><p></p><p>Quintus had traveled to Freeport with the others but had no intention of staying. When the Illirite priest, Parsippus, asked for his help, Quintus couldn’t say no. They were supposed to simply throw out squatters. </p><p></p><p>Parsippus shouted and then Quintus saw stars before his eyes…</p><p></p><p>“Memories?” said the man. “Oh, I would advise against them. They don’t call it the past ‘tense’ for nothing, you know.” He laughed at his own joke. “Memories are so treacherous. They remind us, over, and over, and over again, just how insane this world really is! Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes,” he grinned over at his strangely attired servants. “Like gnomes, I suppose.” </p><p></p><p>“What did you do with Parsippus?”</p><p></p><p>The man rose and started down the steps towards Quintus. He looked almost concerned.</p><p></p><p>“Fear not, legionnaire.” He patted Quintus on the head. “My name is Khorbon and I am here to set you free. I am your savior, and I have come to you with a new holy word.” He sat down on one of the steps, just above Quintus’ eye level. “Can a man live without remembering? I say they can! But ah, you say, memories are the foundation off our reason. If we can’t face them, we deny reason itself. That is so very true, an excellent point. But I say, why not deny reason? Where has reason gotten us? You are not contractually bound to reason!”</p><p></p><p>“You’re insane,” said Quintus. </p><p></p><p>“Most definitely,” said Khorbon. “But that changes nothing. And everything. When you find yourself heading for those places in your past where the screams are unbearable, there’s always madness! Madness is your emergency exit. You can just step outside and close the door on all those dreadful memories. Lock them up forever, and walk away a new man. Happy, mad, and free”</p><p></p><p>“When your gnomes aren’t looking, Khorbon, I’m going to kill you with my bare hands,” said Quintus.</p><p></p><p>“Kill me? Kill me?” Khorbon gestured at the gnomes behind Quintus. “Did you hear that? He’s going to kill me? Well, he’s very confused, isn’t he?” He leaned forward to look Quintus in the face. “It’s quite the other way around, I’m afraid. You see, my memories have a home and the key is Ambrose. I’m not sure how, but Ambrose got out of Carcosa and he’s working very hard to get back. We’re going to follow him through a portal to a very important party. But you can’t go to a party without bringing a gift, can you?” He lifted his arms up. “Of course not! You, my stalwart friend, are going to be my gift to the King. A gift of madness! And he will make me Prince of Carcosa, as I am destined to be.”</p><p></p><p>Khorbon nodded to one of the gnomes, who pulled Quintus’ leash.</p><p></p><p>“Come.”</p><p></p><p>Quintus looked back and forth from the gnome to Khorbon. “What are you going to do to me?”</p><p></p><p>“Go with these gentlemen, my new friend,” said Khorbon. “I have a party to prepare for.”</p><p></p><p>Then they put the mask over his head. And the nightmare began.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 3212016, member: 3285"] [b]Deus Ex Machina - Prologue[/b] Quintus looked up from the ground. Small people dressed in pallid masks and robes were ripping off his clothes. They were gnomes or dwarves. They poked and kicked at Quintus. “Up!” they shouted over and over. “Up! Up!” Quintus snarled. “I’ll kill you!” He punched one of them in the face. It fell back, a bright red stain appearing on the pallid mask. Then one of them touched him with a crackling hand. Pain jolted throughout his body. He fell back down to the ground. “Finish stripping him!” said one of the gnomes. The other gnomes pulled all of Quintus’ clothes off. Something was fastened around his neck. It was a dog collar. Quintus got a glimpse of the leash before one of them yanked hard. “Up!” They led Quintus through the abandoned Illiirite church to the altar. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see rows upon rows of pews, piled up in the moonlight. “Where are you taking me?” he snarled. They stopped pulling him along. “Down.” “What?” The other gnomes yanked Quintus down by the leash. “Down!” He fell to his knees. The shock hit him again. It was a spell. Quintus knew it was a spell, he’d seen it before. It convulsed him. He collapsed to the ground. “Just kill me and be done with it,” Quintus hissed through clenched teeth. “Oh, that would be too simple,” said a sibilant voice. Quintus looked up. It was a bald man with a broad grin. He was sitting on the Illirite altar, using it as a makeshift throne. “You!” snarled Quintus. “I remember you…” Quintus had traveled to Freeport with the others but had no intention of staying. When the Illirite priest, Parsippus, asked for his help, Quintus couldn’t say no. They were supposed to simply throw out squatters. Parsippus shouted and then Quintus saw stars before his eyes… “Memories?” said the man. “Oh, I would advise against them. They don’t call it the past ‘tense’ for nothing, you know.” He laughed at his own joke. “Memories are so treacherous. They remind us, over, and over, and over again, just how insane this world really is! Memories can be vile, repulsive little brutes,” he grinned over at his strangely attired servants. “Like gnomes, I suppose.” “What did you do with Parsippus?” The man rose and started down the steps towards Quintus. He looked almost concerned. “Fear not, legionnaire.” He patted Quintus on the head. “My name is Khorbon and I am here to set you free. I am your savior, and I have come to you with a new holy word.” He sat down on one of the steps, just above Quintus’ eye level. “Can a man live without remembering? I say they can! But ah, you say, memories are the foundation off our reason. If we can’t face them, we deny reason itself. That is so very true, an excellent point. But I say, why not deny reason? Where has reason gotten us? You are not contractually bound to reason!” “You’re insane,” said Quintus. “Most definitely,” said Khorbon. “But that changes nothing. And everything. When you find yourself heading for those places in your past where the screams are unbearable, there’s always madness! Madness is your emergency exit. You can just step outside and close the door on all those dreadful memories. Lock them up forever, and walk away a new man. Happy, mad, and free” “When your gnomes aren’t looking, Khorbon, I’m going to kill you with my bare hands,” said Quintus. “Kill me? Kill me?” Khorbon gestured at the gnomes behind Quintus. “Did you hear that? He’s going to kill me? Well, he’s very confused, isn’t he?” He leaned forward to look Quintus in the face. “It’s quite the other way around, I’m afraid. You see, my memories have a home and the key is Ambrose. I’m not sure how, but Ambrose got out of Carcosa and he’s working very hard to get back. We’re going to follow him through a portal to a very important party. But you can’t go to a party without bringing a gift, can you?” He lifted his arms up. “Of course not! You, my stalwart friend, are going to be my gift to the King. A gift of madness! And he will make me Prince of Carcosa, as I am destined to be.” Khorbon nodded to one of the gnomes, who pulled Quintus’ leash. “Come.” Quintus looked back and forth from the gnome to Khorbon. “What are you going to do to me?” “Go with these gentlemen, my new friend,” said Khorbon. “I have a party to prepare for.” Then they put the mask over his head. And the nightmare began. [/QUOTE]
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