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<blockquote data-quote="Droid101" data-source="post: 1962863" data-attributes="member: 942"><p>Viknen, Eltharion, Ogrim and Bloodthorne listen to a few stories from Enzonito as they await the morning.</p><p></p><p>He relates world after world being overrun by evil or some other primal forces, his amulet the only thing keeping him from joining those worlds’ fates. He also mentions something about never having seen anybody else be able to juggle five daggers, but leaves the point at that.</p><p></p><p>Their recent employ to the Lord of the Seventh, Baalzebul, is quite unexpected. Enzonito explains that if there is one thing about devils, they will keep their word. But they expect the same from who they deal with, or there will be swift retribution. Perhaps the alliance can prove to be more fruitful in the coming months.</p><p></p><p>Viknen also looks better than ever. It seems like he was made for the adventuring life. Standing by idly for so long was probably what was taking the biggest toll on his physique. Being out on the road again has been invigorating for him.</p><p></p><p>The stone around Enzonito’s neck has begun to levitate off, pointing in the direction of the castle, almost trying to pull itself toward the other stones.</p><p></p><p>The meeting spot for the ceremony is to the south of the Capital City, out in a patch of farmland, just in case there is a violent reaction.</p><p></p><p>The bearer’s of the stones are permitted to bring their entourage, but those close friends are the only others allowed to watch the proceedings.</p><p></p><p>Once again, the halfing and his female companions, the frail woman and her two friends, the grey elf and lizardman, the paladin Donovan, Damaré, Misani and Senamn, along with Ogrim, Viknen, Bloodthorne, Eltharion, Enzonito, Adlai, Felix, the dwarven king, and King Baron, are gathered.</p><p></p><p>Each stone is placed apart, forming a circle around a central location. The bearers of the stones have to actually hold onto them at this point, or they’d fly into each other. The king begins to speak.</p><p></p><p>“When the Prophet arrives, you shall all release your stones!” King Baron says emphatically.</p><p></p><p>The ensuing silence could almost be cut with a blade. All were uneasy, as none knew what to expect from the coming together of these objects of legend. None knew what would happen.</p><p></p><p>The silence was pierced, however, by a chanting. Low and monotonous. A tune none of the people present had heard before. The Prophet; his gowns almost glowing, they were so white compared to the dark and dreary dusk light. He had two other stark-white-haired individuals with him, the ones doing the chanting. His presence was almost unsettling; some hidden power must have been at work. He and his two followers walked to the center of the circle.</p><p></p><p>“So have you all suffered to bring the stones together. So you shall all feel assuage as your mutual suffering ends. So shall evil be exterminated from the face of Aldor-Valencia. So shall we be triumphant, together,” the Prophet bows his head and motions for everyone to release their stones.</p><p></p><p>The stones all fly together extremely quickly, clashing with a small but loud explosion above the head of the Prophet. The glow from their combined state intensifies until everyone is forced to look away; the brightness grows exponentially.</p><p></p><p>Ogrim’s teeth grind together as he resists a wrenching in his head, as if all was falling, and fast. The headache that ensues is the most powerful he’d ever experienced.</p><p></p><p>Eventually the glow subsides, and the Prophet is holding a fully-formed stone in his hands. Around him, in a smaller circle than the location of all the sonte bearers, are five new forms.</p><p></p><p>One is instantly recognized as King Wallace Brunswick, his raven hair blowing lightly in the night air.</p><p></p><p>Another is a fully black cloaked individual, his face hidden by his arm pulling his cape up over it. Only his blood red eyes and pale skin could be made out.</p><p></p><p>Another is a pillar of water, which quickly sprouts four tendrils of water; two of them supporting him as legs, the other two like snaking arms.</p><p></p><p>The next form is a gray rock, taller than anyone present, which begins to roll just as it appears.</p><p></p><p>The fifth and final form is a human, but his skin is tinted red and his hair is flowing like fire. His hands are instantly encircled by fire as he materializes.</p><p></p><p>Just as all these forms appear, a bolt of lightning streaks from where the sixth form should have been, striking some of those in the outer circle before shooting off in another direction. As that happens, the dark cloaked form vanishes, the boulder rolls off in a different direction past Donovan, and the watery form dissipates into the soil. The only two remaining forms are the firey man and Wallace Brunswick. </p><p></p><p>Ogrim looks around and notices that the dwarven king, Donovan, and the grey elf are similarly holding their heads as if some fierce migraine had hit all of them simultaneously.</p><p></p><p>Why? The thought donned on him instantly. All the people clutching their heads had holy symbols on their persons. </p><p></p><p>The Prophet’s eyes were no longer their normal crisp and clear blue, but now stark white like his hair and garments.</p><p></p><p>“The stone must be protected or the demons and devils would once again be able to invade. Judgement for all, mortals and Gods alike, is at hand. ‘The Trials’ have begun. So has the Prophecy spoken,” the Prophet begins to become insubstantial and starts to rise into the sky. As soon as this starts, only a pillar of light remains, and the Prophet is gone.</p><p></p><p>The stone is left in the care of the two Prophecy Priests, who place it in an ornate box and begin to leave the circle of people.</p><p></p><p>“Did he say what I think he said?” Eltharion looks to Ogrim, who is still in a little bit of pain.</p><p></p><p>“Aye. The Gods are on Aldor-Valencia. They are no longer Gods until they prove themselves worthy…” Ogrim states flatly.</p><p></p><p>“And what does that make the Prophet?” Eltharion asks, looking around at anybody who would listen.</p><p></p><p>“The only true God.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Droid101, post: 1962863, member: 942"] Viknen, Eltharion, Ogrim and Bloodthorne listen to a few stories from Enzonito as they await the morning. He relates world after world being overrun by evil or some other primal forces, his amulet the only thing keeping him from joining those worlds’ fates. He also mentions something about never having seen anybody else be able to juggle five daggers, but leaves the point at that. Their recent employ to the Lord of the Seventh, Baalzebul, is quite unexpected. Enzonito explains that if there is one thing about devils, they will keep their word. But they expect the same from who they deal with, or there will be swift retribution. Perhaps the alliance can prove to be more fruitful in the coming months. Viknen also looks better than ever. It seems like he was made for the adventuring life. Standing by idly for so long was probably what was taking the biggest toll on his physique. Being out on the road again has been invigorating for him. The stone around Enzonito’s neck has begun to levitate off, pointing in the direction of the castle, almost trying to pull itself toward the other stones. The meeting spot for the ceremony is to the south of the Capital City, out in a patch of farmland, just in case there is a violent reaction. The bearer’s of the stones are permitted to bring their entourage, but those close friends are the only others allowed to watch the proceedings. Once again, the halfing and his female companions, the frail woman and her two friends, the grey elf and lizardman, the paladin Donovan, Damaré, Misani and Senamn, along with Ogrim, Viknen, Bloodthorne, Eltharion, Enzonito, Adlai, Felix, the dwarven king, and King Baron, are gathered. Each stone is placed apart, forming a circle around a central location. The bearers of the stones have to actually hold onto them at this point, or they’d fly into each other. The king begins to speak. “When the Prophet arrives, you shall all release your stones!” King Baron says emphatically. The ensuing silence could almost be cut with a blade. All were uneasy, as none knew what to expect from the coming together of these objects of legend. None knew what would happen. The silence was pierced, however, by a chanting. Low and monotonous. A tune none of the people present had heard before. The Prophet; his gowns almost glowing, they were so white compared to the dark and dreary dusk light. He had two other stark-white-haired individuals with him, the ones doing the chanting. His presence was almost unsettling; some hidden power must have been at work. He and his two followers walked to the center of the circle. “So have you all suffered to bring the stones together. So you shall all feel assuage as your mutual suffering ends. So shall evil be exterminated from the face of Aldor-Valencia. So shall we be triumphant, together,” the Prophet bows his head and motions for everyone to release their stones. The stones all fly together extremely quickly, clashing with a small but loud explosion above the head of the Prophet. The glow from their combined state intensifies until everyone is forced to look away; the brightness grows exponentially. Ogrim’s teeth grind together as he resists a wrenching in his head, as if all was falling, and fast. The headache that ensues is the most powerful he’d ever experienced. Eventually the glow subsides, and the Prophet is holding a fully-formed stone in his hands. Around him, in a smaller circle than the location of all the sonte bearers, are five new forms. One is instantly recognized as King Wallace Brunswick, his raven hair blowing lightly in the night air. Another is a fully black cloaked individual, his face hidden by his arm pulling his cape up over it. Only his blood red eyes and pale skin could be made out. Another is a pillar of water, which quickly sprouts four tendrils of water; two of them supporting him as legs, the other two like snaking arms. The next form is a gray rock, taller than anyone present, which begins to roll just as it appears. The fifth and final form is a human, but his skin is tinted red and his hair is flowing like fire. His hands are instantly encircled by fire as he materializes. Just as all these forms appear, a bolt of lightning streaks from where the sixth form should have been, striking some of those in the outer circle before shooting off in another direction. As that happens, the dark cloaked form vanishes, the boulder rolls off in a different direction past Donovan, and the watery form dissipates into the soil. The only two remaining forms are the firey man and Wallace Brunswick. Ogrim looks around and notices that the dwarven king, Donovan, and the grey elf are similarly holding their heads as if some fierce migraine had hit all of them simultaneously. Why? The thought donned on him instantly. All the people clutching their heads had holy symbols on their persons. The Prophet’s eyes were no longer their normal crisp and clear blue, but now stark white like his hair and garments. “The stone must be protected or the demons and devils would once again be able to invade. Judgement for all, mortals and Gods alike, is at hand. ‘The Trials’ have begun. So has the Prophecy spoken,” the Prophet begins to become insubstantial and starts to rise into the sky. As soon as this starts, only a pillar of light remains, and the Prophet is gone. The stone is left in the care of the two Prophecy Priests, who place it in an ornate box and begin to leave the circle of people. “Did he say what I think he said?” Eltharion looks to Ogrim, who is still in a little bit of pain. “Aye. The Gods are on Aldor-Valencia. They are no longer Gods until they prove themselves worthy…” Ogrim states flatly. “And what does that make the Prophet?” Eltharion asks, looking around at anybody who would listen. “The only true God.” [/QUOTE]
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