Madness of King George

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Madness of King George; A crumbled doorway on an empty field...
Topic Started: Aug 27 2008, 06:21 PM (156 Views)
Lewy	Aug 27 2008, 06:21 PM Post #1
Posts: 304 Group: Mortals Member #8 Joined: October 19, 2007	No one really knows how long it's been there, the crumbled archway. It has stood there longer than any being can remember, on a grassy, windless platou somewhere in the red ridges. Although parts of the top are missing, pieces of near molten rock lay around it as if after an explotion, along with immense heat, and the once artful carvings have long since withered away, it is still an awe-inspiring sight. Those scholars who have had the nerve and will to visit, tells of how the rocks spread around could very well once have been a stonehenge-like structure, with the archway leading to the site. People see the archway as a wonderful way of remembering the ancient forefathers, the cultures from before the rise of civilisations. It has been announced a sanctified monument by one of the first kings of the dwarves (the dwarven equivalent of cultural heritage), and for a century it was used for religious rituals, until left to itself once again, in superior solitude. For the casual adventurer it may appear less like a way to remember our forefathers. For indeed, it does look something like a portal... Doesn't it?



Lewy	Aug 28 2008, 08:13 PM Post #2
Posts: 304 Group: Mortals Member #8 Joined: October 19, 2007	On the other side, or perhaps, on the right side, although not really there at all unless you were in another dimension, in which case you would be there, and not in another dimension, the Arch-Ritualist of the Cult of Hypomania prepared a ritual. A ritual not observed, in any dimension I have ever been to- so it probably happens every day and is not really a big deal, although he certainly felt it was- for a few hundred millenia of mania. That being quite much longer than a few hundred millenia. Or at least so it felt. Or was it the other way? The Arch-Ritualist had known once. He believed. He just hadn't bothered to check in a few hundred years. It happened, from time to time. Or the other way around. From time a to time b, or time b to time a, or maybe time a to time x. It didn't really matter, but the Arch-Ritualist felt better anyway. Logic always made him feel better. Stood to reason. Or lay to reason. Reason had probably crumbled anyway, during the millenias past since King George, Minor Demons rest his soul, although he wasn't really dead, but surely his soul must need rest nevertheless. At least the soul of the Arch-Ritualist did. It had told him so itself, yesterday. Or the day before. Or was it tomorrow? And it was probably his mother, not his soul. But something needed rest, and it had told him. Or it had told his younger brother. They were so alike, hard to notice the difference at all. Only he was a girl, of course. His younger brother, that is. Stands to reason. So Minor Demons rest someone. Oh, right. The ritual... the king needed a champion. Preferably a sane one. Or more of them. Champignons, that is. They tasted so good. The champions, of course. Not the champignons. Were they edible? He should really try that. Oh, nugget! The king's madness infests us all, taints us! We will all die! This portal is our last hope... We have to find a cure. I have to succeed, I have to summon all the powers of my soul... Oh yes, his soul! It had told him something, hadn't it. That his left knee was tired, or was it... The ritual had, in fact, last been performed by the late High-Magician of the (also late) Summer Clan. It had been used to, the people of Sandchrys believ, let a great evil out of the realm, or possibly to let a gerat good in. No one really remembered, or bothered to remember, why. The result had, in any case, been twhiping out all sense, order and logic, along with blowing the chapel on 'the other side' to the abyss. Only the portal was left standing, somewhat damaged that, too. At a time some bloody dwarves even desecrated it by performing religious rites at the site! Now, what really happened, and why the small cadre of the most skilled magicians of the Summer Clan performed it in the first place will not be revealed yet, not here and now. You shall see for yourself, if you embark on thsi strangest of journeys. For the reitual the Arch-Ritualist performed, after having finally figured out his aunt had told him that his pet cocroach had a flat tire, or was it the other way around, was meant to open a portal to another realm. Our realm. Fate will, or perhaps it will not, lead a brave band of adventurers- heroes- safely through the green fires that seperates this dimension and the next, only to find a cure for a King's Madness. Intriguing. Besides, the Minor Demons really enjoy it...



Kleko	Oct 10 2008, 09:00 AM Post #3
Scum of the earth Posts: 369 Group: Deviant Member #18 Joined: November 12, 2007	Tommy Knight rode into the gloom of the forest. Gleaming armor of the purest steel with a thin coating of silver of the gleam. His horse Ferdinan did indeed gleam to. With his proud golden and silver clothing he was a fearsome stallion to enemies of the greater good. Tommy rode on with a golden brave heart and a mind to bend horse shoes around. As he rode on this dark and somber road he hummed to himself. Rhymes from Phellenor the god of light and travel. For Tommy was indeed a great believer in good and travels. He would be a proud knight of the candle. He would light up the dark places of the world. Yes! He would bring the candle even into the minds of the dark doubters.



Kleko	Oct 10 2008, 09:36 AM Post #4
Scum of the earth Posts: 369 Group: Deviant Member #18 Joined: November 12, 2007	As Knight rode on the forest got darker and darker, but as always Knight was ready for such events and travesties. So with a triumphant sound out of his crocked nose Knight shot forth his hand from one of his backpacks revealing a candle shaped torch. A few mumbled words later a bright flame glinted of a nearby bush and the torch. Small angry squeaks and mutter came from the bush as a family of rats jumped out of the flames. The bush was a thing he had not prayed for, but his god acted in mysterious ways some times. At least now it was bright in the dark forest which in some manner still managed to seem dunkle and dark still. It was as if his holy light did nothing but give the darkness shapes and shadows.



Kleko	Oct 10 2008, 10:22 AM Post #5
Scum of the earth Posts: 369 Group: Deviant Member #18 Joined: November 12, 2007	It was an hour later. Knight had been hearing huffing and rustling from the forest for some time now. They had for the last ten minutes been a few meters it seemed and getting louder. Maybe some flock of moose had seen his light and decided that here walked a man of the right god! Yes even moose's must be smart enough to see that Phellenor was right. "Come come little moose's and I'll give you some oats" The rustling stopped all at once. Then suddenly in a blink of an eye ten beastmen rushed at him. Long halberds and crude bronze swords where pointed at him in the not so friendly fashion of the non believer of Phellenor. One of them even flourished a wooden club with a skull tied on by vines and a nasty spike out of the top. "Lugdarr ar Khain!"



Sellennae	Oct 10 2008, 09:52 PM Post #6
Miss Kitty Posts: 655 Group: Deviant Member #4 Joined: October 12, 2007 Race of Primary Character Deviant Age of Primary Character Immortal Character Name(s) Asher Seth, Rajata Manju, Tristan Ceridwen Homeland Akkadia and Avonensce Magic Powers Asher is a wish Granter,Rajata can shapshifting,control ice/snow,Tristan has ability in music's. Weapons A varity of swords and knifes for all.	Stumbeling down the way came Engred, her long hair undone around her face. her beard braided swayed infront of her as she moved, humming a not so soft bar tune as she cames



Lewy	Oct 11 2008, 12:30 AM Post #7
Posts: 304 Group: Mortals Member #8 Joined: October 19, 2007	Lond cursed. He was used to losing. He always lost. A little. And he won a little, too. In the end there was a balance. But now? Oh no. He'd lost now. He'd really lost big. And no he'd been chased from town, he was out of money and out of food and out of powers and now he was in some random place and a damned light was shining in his face and a few rats were scurrying about his feet... A very bad day indeed!



Kleko	Oct 11 2008, 11:40 PM Post #8
Scum of the earth Posts: 369 Group: Deviant Member #18 Joined: November 12, 2007	The flames of the light will smite you heathen gods of chaos!" Wielding a two handed claymore Knight chopped of the heads of three beastmen before anyone could even register his words. With demonic speed Knight made a underhand sweep cutting through four as he lumped from one patch to the other. Saying a small prayer for the corrupted souls of the beastmen the knight looked around. Both sides of the road were empty of all life. Rustling from the fleeing beasts could sill be heard.



Kleko	Oct 11 2008, 11:41 PM Post #9
Scum of the earth Posts: 369 Group: Deviant Member #18 Joined: November 12, 2007	"Poor things. May the light shine reason into their world." Wiping the sweat of his face he drank a dark red liquid out off one of the ten bottles in his backpack. Wait. Sweat? Knight could not even remember the last time he had broken into a sweat during a fight. Then he saw the flames. All around him flames from a certain bush burned merrily.



Kleko	Oct 11 2008, 11:43 PM Post #10
Scum of the earth Posts: 369 Group: Deviant Member #18 Joined: November 12, 2007	"Awww craps! Here Ferdinan we are getting outta here" Running Knight flung himself onto his horse and kicked his heels into his flanks. Wheeling he speed away through the flames flickering over the road. As Ferdinan got his speed up he spotted a small black bush and at the same time as he heard the grunt of surprise he knew that he'd sped the wrong way.


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