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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 2936295" data-attributes="member: 9255">THE CREATION SCHEMASEGMENT 2366/24/06“The Tyranid Attack”The icy wind tore at the two ships as it crossed over the cold frigid waters below.  No one stayed on the decks of the airships except for one individual.  This person wrapped herself in a thick and magically accented cloak designed to keep her warm and protected.  Her name.  Lady Elaydren ir’Vown d’Cannith.With dreams and visions of the nation of Xen’drik being under her control she has been seeking the six separate pieces of the Creation Schema.  With these six pieces she can control creation.  Xulo has promised her this and so much more.  Kim Elderich can have the pieces after she is done.  But perhaps he does not deserve it.  He would only study it then take notes and hide it away in his mountain fortress in the Dwarven Mountains within the Mror Holds.Then she sees it.  She sees the landmass she has been looking for.  Morlock Island.  She calls the alarm and decides which way to approach the island.  They come from the south but there were hidden warnings of great dangers in the south of the island.  Whatever drove the dragon house of Making away from the island came from there.  It came from below the ground where volcanic activity was common and thus very dangerous to explore.“Where to malady?” asks the airship captain.“Go to the west and we’ll approach the faculty from the north or along the shore through the bay.”  She never turns to face the captain.  Her entire attention is focused on the island.Unseen by her is the creature on the shoreline.  Its red and dark brown chitin and long claws hint at its heritage.  A fiend of some sort.  It moves very quickly and goes to tell others like itself of the coming visitors.Not far away, mere hours, comes two more ships.  These proudly fly the green clawed hand of the Emerald Claw.  The minions of Vol.  They are pursuing the Cannith ships hoping to learn where the Creation Schema and its secrets are.Using a scrying device, the one leader watches the two ships.  They have neither banners nor flags but they know they belong to Cannith.  He sees the island and notes her reaction to it.  The mage smiles.  “Success! Go and tell them we have found the fabled island,  Gropordor.”  A black raven with red eyes caws and hops off his shoulders and flies to the door and out the window to locate the Masters of the ship. Gropordor returns along with a tall and gaunt female elf.  She looks undead but is not.  She has ritually damaged her skin to make it appear dead and destroyed.  “Lady Demise- we have located the island.  It is a mere two hours ahead of us.”“Well done.  Prepare your spells and I will awaken the troops.  We make history soon.”The two ships close in on the shoreline.  The cold winds whip at the ships and the very water and island.  Snow is lifted and gives cover to everything in the air and on the ground.   Perhaps this is why the two ships did not see the creatures below.100’s of Gaunt fiends scurry and speak in fiendish below.  Stealers leap and pace on the rocks and bare trees.  Warriors look up with their 5-foot long claws.  Their drool is acidic and seeps from their mouths.  Other creatures, some much bigger also pace and chatter impatiently below.  It has been so long since they have eaten fresh humanoid meat.   One creature leans forward.  Its hunch back begins to tremble and glow then suddenly a wicked blast of black lightning fires out.   Then another and another.  The airships are caught unaware.  One blast of corrupted energy rips into a brace that holds the fire elemental in servitude.  The ship twists and turns and comes dangerously close to hitting the other ship.“Idiots!” the necromancer yells out.  “Call forth the mages and prepare the ballista.”  She reaches into her belt’s many pouches and prepares a spell.  “I did not come this far to be stopped by House Cannith.”The mist and low clouds part and suddenly the raw anger in her voice disappears.  “Back off!   Full Reverse!   Did you hear me?!?   Back away!”It is too late as a blast of black energy filled with fiendish essence strikes the ship.  The fire elemental begins to roar is hopes of freedom.   The ship stops and hovers, as the ship captains must once more regain control of the rebellious elemental.  The other ship has already lost altitude and looks to be burning as it slips from the safety of the high sky.Demise calls up a powerful wind and uses it to push back the ship and also cover the ship from any possible missile fire.   The elemental is once more under control and the ship moves out of range.  A fireball erupts on the shoreline as the one ship strikes the ground.  The elemental is free and rises in pride and then this is followed by anger.   Survivors of the crash flee.  Many are plucked from the ground and consumed by the flames of the elemental while the red armored creatures attack others.“Fiends.  I have heard they run rampant within these frozen lands.  Very well.  We must study the land before us and relocate the Cannith ships before entering the island’s airspace.”The disfigured elf goes to her quarters to report and prepare the proper spells.</blockquote>

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