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[v.3.5] Realmsian Dragonstar: The Battle of Toril PbP Game [IC] (Game Cancelled)
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<blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 6895612" data-attributes="member: 2012"><p>Kethrendil had half expected to see the owner of the Blade and Star, Aundegul Shawn, standing nearby chatting with another patron or one of his staff. But there was no one else. The inn was empty like much of the city's streets had been, as he'd walked to the inn. Kethrendil had seen a few Flaming Fist patrols but they hadn't stopped him or even approached him.</p><p></p><p>And then the rain had come. Kethrendil could now hear that it had turned to a downpour, and he was sure there was heavy hail hitting the roof of the inn. All the windows were tightly shuttered, so the glass windows were safe from the storm. Going back out now would be risky until the storm passed.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Once Kethrendil comes closer to G'axir, he can clearly see that his old friend is distraught. His gaze almost peers through Kethrendil's soul. He hadn't been looking at the door. He was staring blankly at nothing and there was a tear in his eye.</p><p></p><p>"You better sit down, Keth," he says. "This is going to be tough for you to hear." G'axir waits for the elven duskblade to sit in a chair placed for him, so that the two can sit right across from each other. "Have you heard of a local trance-prophet named Haspur. No, no you probably haven't. He's considered a nuisance here in Baldur's Gate, but I don't think he's ever been beyond the city's walls. I'd never given him much thought. I was sure he was a false prophet, nothing more than a madman."</p><p></p><p>Thunder cracks outside, above the inn, the inn and G'axir trembles. He's usually so reserved, so centered. It's unnerving. After the peal fades away, Kethrendil is sure he hears a person crying nearby, but when he looks around, he sees no one.</p><p></p><p>"Mystra is dead, Keth. I have seen it and felt it. I don't know how she died, but she has and her death took the Weave with her. I cannot sense it anymore." G'axir pauses, letting his words sink into Kethrendil's soul. "Haspur saw it too, which I wasn't sure of until I saw him again today. He was shouting out at the sky. He was shouting that the world was coming to an end. He was more terrified than mad. He saw her death. I know it." He pauses again and grabs his head with both hands bending over in the chair. "What's worse, Mystra's not the only deity who has died. Tymora is gone as well. The high priest of The Lady's Hall had a vision of goddess's death. Tymora turned to ash in his mind. It made him horribly sick. After he told his underlings, one of them threw herself off the peak of the temple to the streets below."</p><p></p><p>G'axir grabs at a glass of wine sitting on the table next to him and nerly knocks over the bottle sitting next to it. He gulps down the wine, fills it again, and drinks down another glass. Then he guzzles directly from the bottle until cannot drink anymore. His hands are shaking and he weeps openly.</p><p></p><p><strong>"Gods are dying, Keth! And none of them know why! B-but, I, I do! Or, at least, I think I do! The visions I'm seeing have kept me up at nights! Visions of stars upon stars and flying metal machines that rain down death! An empire beyond our world that spans the stars and conquers worlds upon worlds upon worlds! And Toril is next!</strong>"</p><p></p><p>G'axir leans back and sits quietly in his chair. He sighs once and then screams in anger. He throws the bottle across the room in fit of anger. He laughs and then slides down the chair, slumping nearly to the floor. He can see the questions on Kethrendil's face.</p><p></p><p>"How many others? How many of them have died? I do not know. Umberlee might be gone too. I heard that Jalantha Mistmyr fainted from some sort of shack this morning. Her own subordinates can't even wake her, although I'm not sure how hard their trying. Clerics all over the city seem to have been cut off form their deities. I cannot see what is happening anymore; all I see are the stars and the sleek ships of metal." G'axir leans in to look directly at Kethrendil's face. The duskblade is astonished to see that the seer's eyes are, gone. It's as if something burnt them from the man's eye sockets. All Kethrendil can see in his friend's sockets is blackness, a blackness filled with endless stars. "Find Haspur, Keth. He knows what is to come. He might this city's only hope. No, he might be the world's only hope. Find him, Keth. Find him and protect him, no matter the cost." Then G'axir shakes uncontrollably; he jolts upright in the chair grabbing at his chest and head. "No more stars," he whispers as a whitish foam appears at the edges of his mouth.</p><p></p><p>Then he slumps down in the chair dead, a horridly serene smile on his face.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Knightfall, post: 6895612, member: 2012"] Kethrendil had half expected to see the owner of the Blade and Star, Aundegul Shawn, standing nearby chatting with another patron or one of his staff. But there was no one else. The inn was empty like much of the city's streets had been, as he'd walked to the inn. Kethrendil had seen a few Flaming Fist patrols but they hadn't stopped him or even approached him. And then the rain had come. Kethrendil could now hear that it had turned to a downpour, and he was sure there was heavy hail hitting the roof of the inn. All the windows were tightly shuttered, so the glass windows were safe from the storm. Going back out now would be risky until the storm passed. Once Kethrendil comes closer to G'axir, he can clearly see that his old friend is distraught. His gaze almost peers through Kethrendil's soul. He hadn't been looking at the door. He was staring blankly at nothing and there was a tear in his eye. "You better sit down, Keth," he says. "This is going to be tough for you to hear." G'axir waits for the elven duskblade to sit in a chair placed for him, so that the two can sit right across from each other. "Have you heard of a local trance-prophet named Haspur. No, no you probably haven't. He's considered a nuisance here in Baldur's Gate, but I don't think he's ever been beyond the city's walls. I'd never given him much thought. I was sure he was a false prophet, nothing more than a madman." Thunder cracks outside, above the inn, the inn and G'axir trembles. He's usually so reserved, so centered. It's unnerving. After the peal fades away, Kethrendil is sure he hears a person crying nearby, but when he looks around, he sees no one. "Mystra is dead, Keth. I have seen it and felt it. I don't know how she died, but she has and her death took the Weave with her. I cannot sense it anymore." G'axir pauses, letting his words sink into Kethrendil's soul. "Haspur saw it too, which I wasn't sure of until I saw him again today. He was shouting out at the sky. He was shouting that the world was coming to an end. He was more terrified than mad. He saw her death. I know it." He pauses again and grabs his head with both hands bending over in the chair. "What's worse, Mystra's not the only deity who has died. Tymora is gone as well. The high priest of The Lady's Hall had a vision of goddess's death. Tymora turned to ash in his mind. It made him horribly sick. After he told his underlings, one of them threw herself off the peak of the temple to the streets below." G'axir grabs at a glass of wine sitting on the table next to him and nerly knocks over the bottle sitting next to it. He gulps down the wine, fills it again, and drinks down another glass. Then he guzzles directly from the bottle until cannot drink anymore. His hands are shaking and he weeps openly. [B]"Gods are dying, Keth! And none of them know why! B-but, I, I do! Or, at least, I think I do! The visions I'm seeing have kept me up at nights! Visions of stars upon stars and flying metal machines that rain down death! An empire beyond our world that spans the stars and conquers worlds upon worlds upon worlds! And Toril is next![/B]" G'axir leans back and sits quietly in his chair. He sighs once and then screams in anger. He throws the bottle across the room in fit of anger. He laughs and then slides down the chair, slumping nearly to the floor. He can see the questions on Kethrendil's face. "How many others? How many of them have died? I do not know. Umberlee might be gone too. I heard that Jalantha Mistmyr fainted from some sort of shack this morning. Her own subordinates can't even wake her, although I'm not sure how hard their trying. Clerics all over the city seem to have been cut off form their deities. I cannot see what is happening anymore; all I see are the stars and the sleek ships of metal." G'axir leans in to look directly at Kethrendil's face. The duskblade is astonished to see that the seer's eyes are, gone. It's as if something burnt them from the man's eye sockets. All Kethrendil can see in his friend's sockets is blackness, a blackness filled with endless stars. "Find Haspur, Keth. He knows what is to come. He might this city's only hope. No, he might be the world's only hope. Find him, Keth. Find him and protect him, no matter the cost." Then G'axir shakes uncontrollably; he jolts upright in the chair grabbing at his chest and head. "No more stars," he whispers as a whitish foam appears at the edges of his mouth. Then he slumps down in the chair dead, a horridly serene smile on his face. [/QUOTE]
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