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 Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 3:42 pm
Elsewhere, the last of the unholy shrines were being erected, expanding the desecration field's radius an extra thousand feet. With the shrines set in place, those travelling to and from the necropolis could teleport to or from the shrines rather than walk or ride great distances. Of course, the same rules applied as they did outside the upper-city. Those wishing to use the shrines' teleportation feature to access the necropolis would need to be in possession of the keystone that would allow them entry. Without it, they go nowhere. The shrine-building crews used the teleports to return to the necropolis, and for a while it was just Tombs out there in the empty wasteland.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 8:38 pm
Expansion was all well and fine... but sometimes when you pushed limits, limits pushed back. Or rather shoved.
Drae'shli'yian'ah watched from far beneath the surface of the Northernlands.
The drow necromancer had created a small empire far beneath the wasted earth. Being a master of poisons, she knew how to counteract the toxins that would normally be lethal to others.
Her built up resistances, her affinity with death and her psuedo immortality, made the Northernlands a perfect camp for her troops.
Months ago she had moved her armies in. Hauling with her, undead slaves who worked tirelessly to carve her fortress and underground palace out of the harsh, unforgiving land.
Home sweet home, as it were.
Her new residence provided the Lady of the Grave with one delight after another...
Not only did the land defend itself, leaving her little bothered by the trifling annoyances mortals brought with them, but beneath ground provided a plethora of natural resources for poison making.
Immediately she'd set up a lab.
What was one man's hell, was this woman's paradise.
But now... Now others were edging closer to her turf. And it didn't bode well with her possessive nature.
If this sort of intrusion persisted, Yian'ah was going to introduce them to an enchanting location that had whispered it's name in her dreams... Tak'Dinal.
Claw-like nails scrape across the arms of her obsidian throne as she watches the outside world through her 'window of seeing'.
Her blackened lips twisting into a sneering smile.
The piercing cry of one her wyverns echoing through the underground chambers, followed by the shouts of some of her lesser soldiers. Then silence...
Apparently the service had tasted better than what they were serving, or so thought the winged beast.
Her head tipped back and she laughed into the darkness, smiling... and the darkness, smiled back.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 11:37 pm
Kraun Well look at that, it was that horrible man Decruda, sitting at his desk, scribbling something onto tiny notes. There was a place, a day, and a time, and signed with a 'D' at the bottom right corner. Nothing more, nothing less. He figured that those who would recieve the notes would probably know what he was thinking, so if the little notes were intercepted or spied on, they wouldnt mean a thing to anybody else. Now, he had to deliver them. There were several ways he could have done this. He could visit each person and deliver the notes personally, which would probably raise suspicion with those nosey individuals who were always somehow watching past the anti-scrying protections, which was unlikely. He also could magically locate them, eventually if they had similar ways of protection, and then send the notes via teleportation, though that took time, and energy which he was not so keen on wasting. Instead, he would simply summon some spirits to deliver them.
The thing had appeared before her in her War Room and was now hovering in front of her as she unfolded the slip of paper, her eyes flicked back and forth from the messenger to the note. An attack on one of Gaia's most heavily populated and well-known habitations... Barton Town. Signed with a D, her suspicions were confirmed.
Casting a glance over her shoulder at one of the larger planning boards, Barton's penetration points and scribbled notes, stats and key points of interest were pinned up. Barton wasn't the only location being dissected, but it was the one that caught her eye now, since it was the one Decruda had set HIS eye on.
"Very well..."
She flipped the note over and scribbled something in response.Note 2nd wave. Love House.
- Drae
"Take this back to your master."
With that she turned to one of the two guards at the door and waved it away with the spirit, to make sure it didn't take any 'scenic' routes through the compound.
The second she ordered,
"Gather the advisors. We're going on a little field trip to Barton Town."
Grinning she laughed as pulled out two maps and spread them over the conference table and waited for her advisors to arrive.
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The advisors came and did what they do. Advised.
After 2 hours of discussion, Drae approved their reccomendations.
4 necromancers each with a hoard of 50 zombies, 15 archers, 2 death mages and 4 of what had been come to be known as 'Toy Soldiers' amongst Drae's ranks, would be sent to Barton. A small force, But for what Drae had planned, it would be more than enough.
They would use one of their undercover officers. A master of seduction, who'd taken up residence around the lewd district of the disreputable love house. Not much was confirmed about the nature of the establishment, but it was rumoured to be host an underground brothel.
Those that were being sent were informed and preparations were quickly underway, the appropriate gate being prepped in the 'Hall of Doors'.
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Naudia was contacted, and hours later, the hidden gate in the basement of the Love House was opened and everyone but the zombies filed through to sit tight until it was time to make their presence known.
[continued in Barton Town]
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2007 11:36 am
A black hound sniffed around somewhere in the wastelands, looking for something.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 2:50 pm
Sniff. Sniff sniff. Snii-- YELP!
The black hound suddenly contorted in a painful manner, and then its body burst apart in a spray of black blood and gore. Rising from the smoking husk was what looked like an undead dark elf, the tattered remains of his cloak wrapped around the lower half of his face. His hands and feet were bony claws and only strips of the leather that once made up his outfit remained on his scaled, dessicated body.
Veszafein Zauath - at least, what remained of the drow-dragon - stood up and looked at his surroundings, recognizing the desolate wasteland of the Northernlands. He had been wandering in wraith form until he came along the hound, which surprisingly was a living creature. Consuming its soul, he was able to manifest himself in the Material Plane. It was one of the many abilities he learned he now possessed ever since being torn apart and left to wander the ethers for eternity. His time was limited though, and if he did not consume another soul soon, he was going to revert.
What were you looking for, little doggy?
Veszafein felt... something. Something powerful; something scary. Something that would aid him in his revenge perhaps?
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Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2008 12:28 pm
He felt a shift of energy, causing him to divert his attention to the horizon. He knew what was there in the distance, and he knew what was happening. It was beginning; Necropolita was on the move. Veszafein dropped his material form and shifted back into the astral plane. Whatever he was looking for would probably be easier to find there, depending on how bright it shined, and the sooner he found it, the better. He only hoped it would be worth it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 10:48 am
The air hummed with dark energy as three large airships suddenly appeared, one after the other, each drifting in different directions. As they passed overhead, bodies burst up from the dry earth around the black shrines that had been built around the general location of Necropolita. The zombies followed the ships like beacons, attracted to the energy venting from their engines, but they had little chance to keep up with them from their slow and sluggish movements. Eventually they would wind up going back to aimlessly wandering the wastelands.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 10:53 am
The airships blazed like beacons on the astral plane. Veszafein had been in on the initial briefings concerning the next invasion of the surface, and he knew what the appearance of Necropolita's airships pertained. At least, he thought he did. Should he warn someone? He pondered on it for a moment. He did owe Evan for saving him before... even if he was still killed in the end. It would also get back at them for throwing him away so casually, and at Darshendros for turning him into this... this thing. The wraith set out west, where he knew Evan to be residing. He only hoped he was there when he arrived.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 12:57 pm
((Retcon))
In the northern wastes, a lone, black robed figure walked, keeping the hood of his cloak low over his face. He looked to be heading south. Any animals that happened to be in his path quickly got out of his way. Something about the robed figure frightened them.
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