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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1190153" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 109“Minscar the undead cleric of Silt”The winds were blowing strongly today.&nbsp; The silt would lift from the sea and deposit itself onto the sandy land slowly covering it.He liked the sight very much.The gaunt figure was on a balcony overlooking the Bodach bay.&nbsp; His torn cape blowing in the nighttime wind.&nbsp; “Soon” he whispers.He turns away from the sight of the silt revealing his skeletal features.&nbsp; Once he was a powerful cleric of silt whom had come to Bodach to study the silt and learn of the city’s secrets.&nbsp; Instead he was consumed by his greatest wishes.&nbsp; But he rose again as an undead maintaining his freewill and clerical powers.&nbsp; The silt had saved his “life” and he wished to repay it.&nbsp; He wanted to engulf the seacoast in silt to prove his might.&nbsp; He was going to start with Bodach and it’s surrounding area.He had one problem however.&nbsp; A group of anti-siltists had arrived shortly after he entered the city.&nbsp; These self-styled Sentinels of Bodach had become a constant thorn in his side.&nbsp; Especially the cleric Jenner.&nbsp; Earth Cleric Jenner was a powerful cleric in his own way.&nbsp; He mixed clerical powers with psionic powers.&nbsp; He had a very powerful friend in a mage psion known as Korgunard.&nbsp; His rag tag group was very efficient also.&nbsp; There was a druid among them that he desperately wanted removed but could never find.&nbsp; Instead of finding them…. he’ll bury them.&nbsp; Bury them in glorious dry life taking silt.&nbsp; Then as dead, he would summon them to work for him.&nbsp;&nbsp; Ahhh…the glorious thought of it all.&nbsp; It would warm his cold heart if he had one.Minscar walked through the city of Bodach.&nbsp; It remained in very good condition despite the ages and the war.&nbsp; By speaking to the dead of the city, he knew much of the war.&nbsp; He knew of Rajaat, the Champions and their cause.&nbsp; He knew also of defenders of Bodach and the Preserving Knights.&nbsp; He also knew there was an artifact here that would make his objective easy but had not found it yet.&nbsp; His undead searched all night and those that could searched by day.&nbsp; 24/6 they searched.Anything they found of interest was to be brought to the waterworks building.&nbsp; A king’s random…no a kingdom’s ransom had been found thus far.&nbsp; Gold and Platinum coins and treasures.&nbsp; Magical and Psionic tools of warfare and defense.&nbsp; A few minor artifacts even.&nbsp; But not the HeadPiece of Dryraddon.&nbsp; It was here this he was certain of.&nbsp; But where…?Finally he reached the building where the Sentinels were kept.&nbsp; He wanted to kill them immediately to add them to his army but knew Jenner wouldn’t rescue undead friends.&nbsp; Destroy maybe, but not take the time to slowly and carefully remove his alive but broken friends.&nbsp; Speaking of broken.&nbsp; It was time to tenderize the meat again.&nbsp; An eerie chuckle rises magically from his bony throat at his joke. He enters the Theatre building and goes directly to the basement.&nbsp; There he finds…broken skeletons?&nbsp; He rushes to the door and it opens easily.&nbsp; Peering down with his superior dark vision he finds nothing.“Nooooo!”Carefully Belinda leads the four broken Sentinels out the backdoor.&nbsp; A clear anguished scream can be heard.&nbsp; Minscar knows already!&nbsp; Using her psionic talents, she had scaled the walls and torn the door off the frame.&nbsp; The skeletons were no problem.&nbsp; Getting the others out was.&nbsp; Cosa hadn’t gained conscience yet.&nbsp; Mania was weak and it was all he could do to climb the heavy curtain Belinda found as a make shift rope.&nbsp; Logan had attempted to heal himself with psionics he yet mastered.&nbsp; His wounds reopened and he taxed himself too far.&nbsp; He needed support to walk.&nbsp;&nbsp; It was a grim realization of their situation.Let the games begin.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 1190153, member: 9255"] UNDER A DARKSUN SEGMENT 109 “Minscar the undead cleric of Silt” The winds were blowing strongly today. The silt would lift from the sea and deposit itself onto the sandy land slowly covering it. He liked the sight very much. The gaunt figure was on a balcony overlooking the Bodach bay. His torn cape blowing in the nighttime wind. “Soon” he whispers. He turns away from the sight of the silt revealing his skeletal features. Once he was a powerful cleric of silt whom had come to Bodach to study the silt and learn of the city’s secrets. Instead he was consumed by his greatest wishes. But he rose again as an undead maintaining his freewill and clerical powers. The silt had saved his “life” and he wished to repay it. He wanted to engulf the seacoast in silt to prove his might. He was going to start with Bodach and it’s surrounding area. He had one problem however. A group of anti-siltists had arrived shortly after he entered the city. These self-styled Sentinels of Bodach had become a constant thorn in his side. Especially the cleric Jenner. Earth Cleric Jenner was a powerful cleric in his own way. He mixed clerical powers with psionic powers. He had a very powerful friend in a mage psion known as Korgunard. His rag tag group was very efficient also. There was a druid among them that he desperately wanted removed but could never find. Instead of finding them…. he’ll bury them. Bury them in glorious dry life taking silt. Then as dead, he would summon them to work for him. Ahhh…the glorious thought of it all. It would warm his cold heart if he had one. Minscar walked through the city of Bodach. It remained in very good condition despite the ages and the war. By speaking to the dead of the city, he knew much of the war. He knew of Rajaat, the Champions and their cause. He knew also of defenders of Bodach and the Preserving Knights. He also knew there was an artifact here that would make his objective easy but had not found it yet. His undead searched all night and those that could searched by day. 24/6 they searched. Anything they found of interest was to be brought to the waterworks building. A king’s random…no a kingdom’s ransom had been found thus far. Gold and Platinum coins and treasures. Magical and Psionic tools of warfare and defense. A few minor artifacts even. But not the HeadPiece of Dryraddon. It was here this he was certain of. But where…? Finally he reached the building where the Sentinels were kept. He wanted to kill them immediately to add them to his army but knew Jenner wouldn’t rescue undead friends. Destroy maybe, but not take the time to slowly and carefully remove his alive but broken friends. Speaking of broken. It was time to tenderize the meat again. An eerie chuckle rises magically from his bony throat at his joke. He enters the Theatre building and goes directly to the basement. There he finds…broken skeletons? He rushes to the door and it opens easily. Peering down with his superior dark vision he finds nothing. “Nooooo!” Carefully Belinda leads the four broken Sentinels out the backdoor. A clear anguished scream can be heard. Minscar knows already! Using her psionic talents, she had scaled the walls and torn the door off the frame. The skeletons were no problem. Getting the others out was. Cosa hadn’t gained conscience yet. Mania was weak and it was all he could do to climb the heavy curtain Belinda found as a make shift rope. Logan had attempted to heal himself with psionics he yet mastered. His wounds reopened and he taxed himself too far. He needed support to walk. It was a grim realization of their situation. Let the games begin. [/QUOTE]

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