03-06-2011, 06:03 PM
I beseech thee on behalf of Kilmidor's peoples, to aid us in the fight against the damnable demon who besieges our city of light. Many are bound by chains of glaring light, the afflicted are constantly locked in a battle to free themselves from their bondage. Their consciousness was completely wiped by their unholy master. A glance into their eyes reveals their pupils to be dilated, while their irises are enveloped by a malevolent shroud of darkness. Another glance reveals their how far gone these unfortunate souls have been dragged into madness, many of them are nothing more than mere skin and bone and must be force fed to keep them alive. Our food is all but depleted and the will of the people fade with each passing day. I beg thee, send aid at once!
03-06-2011, 06:25 PM
Prologue sounds good to... This story. Titles help!
Outbreak was good. Let's see if this competes. xD
03-06-2011, 07:53 PM
Hopefully devvy, hopefully it can compete with my other crap. :P
03-07-2011, 02:10 PM
Chapter 1: The meeting
Magic is the act of intentionally harnessing the energy of the world, which was done to aid the caster in many different ways. This archaic power was once practiced by people of all casts in society, whether you be rich or poor.As time progressed, whole nations became almost entirely dependent on this new found knowledge. On any given day, one may see farmers operating their tools without ever setting foot off their porch and other times you may see miracles being performed; such as the levitating of a ship with a gaping hole in its hull. Despite these advances in society, there are people who chose to harness this discovery for absolute power. As a consequence of these actions, a war of extermination took place centuries ago. In the aftermath of these events, the victors of the war did their best to erase the mistakes of the past. There were whole libraries that were razed to the ground, magic became an privileged practice, and other various artifacts became property of the central governments of the land. Despite these efforts, there were some threats that could not be locked away forever...
Archbishop Theodore of Kalimdor stood at the forefront of his congregation in what a lavish cathedral, the likes of which towered over the magnificent hillside city. Once an adventurous pioneer in his youth, Theodore spent the better years of his life as a drifter. His time spent amongst the impoverished and downtrodden, has given him a profound appreciation for the clothes on his back and food in his belly. Now he spends his time as a preacher to the youth and an professor of ethics & magic. Once he reached the finale of his speech, he ended it with the same old line," Go forth my brothers and sisters and make a difference in the name of light"!
Pastor Richards: Well I must say Theodore, that was a rousing sermon.
Theodore: Well I suppose it was my good chap, it was the product of some
Pastor Richards: I see, so are you off to your daily rounds?
Theodore: How would you know that?
Pastor Richards: Following a chuckle, Let's just call it an educated guess old friend.
Theodore: Indeed, well I am off!
Pastor Richards: Before you go, I must inquire as to what your thoughts may be of last night's incident.
Theodore: Aye, my thoughts are my own my friend, perhaps they will be more developed once the fiend shows itself.
The first thing most people noticed once they exited the cathedral, was the luxurious view overlooking the marble city. Even from such a height,one would notice statues of formidable size and unworldly detail. These lavish objects serve as memorials to the great heroes of the past, some of which are subject to legend and folklore. Beyond the skyline of the city's rooftops lies countless acres of grassland and agricultural fields. It's almost too difficult for many of the city's inhabitants to wait for this year's harvest, one that is said to exceed all others in the past decade.
Theodore has garnered a reputation for being an old coot who liked to shoot the breeze and despite his old age, seemingly making advances toward women, and perform small displays of magic to entertain children with magic and fantastic stories. First off, he always started his afternoon off by heading toward park where the children frolicked about. As usual, they expected his arrival and waited patiently by the square's fountain eagerly. On certain occasions, his audience would broaden a bit when adults who remembered him took a break to see him as well. Today's performance was a spectacular display of what can only be described as fireworks. Theodore's index finger began to exude an crimson glow. This glow grew stronger when he began to run his fingers in the air to create free floating symbols. Once he spoke a few words in what may sound like incoherent babbling, spheres of differing colors ascended into the sky and exploded above them. That alone was not his only trick, because the area was soon immersed in snow. The audience applauded the sorcerer as he headed off to his next errand.
Not too far from the market square lies an ordinary tavern. Everyday, the old man ordered a slab of Dragon's thigh with a glass of milk.His waitress for this visit was the rather beautiful. Her dark thick hair cascaded along her shoulders when she came running up to take his order.
Waitress: Welcome Archbishop Theodore, the usual?
Theodore: What might that be my dear?
Waitress:One order of Dragon's thigh with a glass of milk.
Theodore: Ahh Ya got me,but I feel adventurous today! Add a bit of chocolate to that milk!
Waitress: As you wish sir.
From a superficial point of view, he seemed to be his normal, rambunctious self. Hiding below the surface of his consciousness, he was communicating with Satan himself. The world is bound by predestination, everything from a mere insect to the archangels themselves are subject to their own mortality. Yet, there are those who break the rules by not fully manifesting on the human plane. The process is commonly known as spectralization, but the details of the process are largely unknown. In the simplest of terms, a being with sacrifice the life force of another to manifest as a banshee with little freedom. In this case, the malevolent overlord of Hell has personally taken the time to contact Theodore. To his left, a figure who is clad in a billowing cloak lurks within the shadows of the tavern, ever releasing an ear busting shriek.
Theodore: How long have you been stalking me coward?
Satan: I believe that goes without saying.
Theodore: What business does the lord of terror have with an old coot like me?
Satan: Isn't it obvious?
Theodore: Fraid not, I'm not of any importance.
Satan: On the contrary, you are indeed the only target worth having. As a council member of the city's defense committee, you wield much influence over your peers.
Theodore:Pardon my manners,but I have no desire to speak with the likes of you. Get to the point you wretch.
Satan: Careful what you wish for you old coot, I hold all the cards here.
To demonstrate his control over the situation, the demon's limbs burst from his body and targeted the closest person. Much to his dismay, Theodore mustered the internal might to intercept the strikes with shields of shimmering light. The duo exchanged what is known as mental blows to one another. This is the primary means of assassination or possession that sorcerers have used for the past century, an undetectable battle of good versus evil. However, this fight was not in theodore's favor. Since his is known to be one of the greatest in the entire city, he would be the first suspect in a murder trial. By now, the elderly theodore was beginning to feel the full affects of his bout with the demon; even his superficial appearance was starting to show signs for fatigue.With that, the demon retracted his claws to give his opponent a break.
Satan: Do not underestimate my power you miserable fool, if I was so inclined, I could have killed you without much trouble.
Theodore: Then why do you keep me alive you abominable wretch?
Satan: If it's not apparent to you now, then I suppose that I have no other choice than to spell it out for you. I want you to create a door way for me to enter the human plane.
Theodore: What in all that is holy do you think that I would aid you!?
Satan: I know your nature fool, you are a selfless old man who is stuck in his ways. I know that taking your life won't persuade you,but threatening the lives of these fools will. If you do not yield to my request, I will have no other choice than to periodically kill one person for your inaction.
Theodore: That would most likely end with the court system sentencing me to death. You would lose your entrance to this plane without me.
Satan: Ah, but you know as well as I do that it would only be a minor inconvenience for you to escape. Why don't you think of it like this, bring me to your plain and kill me, put an end to me once and for all.
Theodore: I would never risk the lively hood of my people, if it's a war you want; then it's a war you will get demon.
Satan: Don't be hasty you old fool, I will give you until the Harvest moon to make your decision.
With that, the specter dissipated as quickly as it appeared. As for Theodore, he collapsed the moment the food hit his table....
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