01-14-2007, 07:12 PM
"I've read all the good ones!" Muy whined, "There's nuffin here." The elderly wizard looked down at his young apprentice with a faint smile.
"How about... this one, Muy?" The wizard loosened a book out of its resting place form the very bottom of the shelves. "Its simply called the Journal. An actual account of..."
"Whatever just give it here." The impatient mageling took the thickly bound book and slammed it on the table. His young hands gripped the end of the leather cover and opened to the first page.
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Third tenday of Mirtil, Second-day,
Tantras, The Vast
I watched with some degree of trepidation as my subjects where each locked up in their cells. Such an odd thing that tonight of all nights they would be incarcerated at the same time. But perhaps it was luck more than anythign else. War has been boiling for a while now in the Vast. This Alkaios; this self-made god, finally put the fanaticism of his followers to use and struck a city. It seems like a likely spot as any to pick Tantras. In the time of troubles, when gods walked the earth as mortals, this is where Torm rested.
Perhaps that was the draw for Alkaios to strike here tonight, or perhaps it was the fact that Tantras is a large power in the region. Either way he assaulted and in a show of divine might toppled the once great city-state in a matter of hours. My subjects where unaware (and I as I said this is a bit of luck for that meant they could survive) with a good ten feat of stone around them. They had no clue that when their barred doors opened by themselves it was directed by a man above, killing every guard in the place. Several moved swiftly to subdue the armed guards, and only Daverick sustained any substantial wounds. Still I was not over my fears for them yet, because they still needed to go above and confront a god.
My fears were unsubstantiated. Alkaios merely talked them into setting out for Tsurlangol, to obtain a "Flask" under care of a group of heretics. Only the gods know what that is, or whats in it. I first questioned his wisdom in choosing prisoners of all the things he had to fetch it. Now I realize his men have just fought a battle, that the city is still in chaos, and that he needs to maintain a presence himself to keep riots to a minimum. His list of options are thin.
They will depart tomorrow.
"How about... this one, Muy?" The wizard loosened a book out of its resting place form the very bottom of the shelves. "Its simply called the Journal. An actual account of..."
"Whatever just give it here." The impatient mageling took the thickly bound book and slammed it on the table. His young hands gripped the end of the leather cover and opened to the first page.
___
Third tenday of Mirtil, Second-day,
Tantras, The Vast
I watched with some degree of trepidation as my subjects where each locked up in their cells. Such an odd thing that tonight of all nights they would be incarcerated at the same time. But perhaps it was luck more than anythign else. War has been boiling for a while now in the Vast. This Alkaios; this self-made god, finally put the fanaticism of his followers to use and struck a city. It seems like a likely spot as any to pick Tantras. In the time of troubles, when gods walked the earth as mortals, this is where Torm rested.
Perhaps that was the draw for Alkaios to strike here tonight, or perhaps it was the fact that Tantras is a large power in the region. Either way he assaulted and in a show of divine might toppled the once great city-state in a matter of hours. My subjects where unaware (and I as I said this is a bit of luck for that meant they could survive) with a good ten feat of stone around them. They had no clue that when their barred doors opened by themselves it was directed by a man above, killing every guard in the place. Several moved swiftly to subdue the armed guards, and only Daverick sustained any substantial wounds. Still I was not over my fears for them yet, because they still needed to go above and confront a god.
My fears were unsubstantiated. Alkaios merely talked them into setting out for Tsurlangol, to obtain a "Flask" under care of a group of heretics. Only the gods know what that is, or whats in it. I first questioned his wisdom in choosing prisoners of all the things he had to fetch it. Now I realize his men have just fought a battle, that the city is still in chaos, and that he needs to maintain a presence himself to keep riots to a minimum. His list of options are thin.
They will depart tomorrow.
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