Post by Cathán Neamhnaofa on Oct 14, 2009 17:10:50 GMT -5
It was dark in the Great Woods and Cathán was relaxing up in a tree, from the long day he had, killing Jovians. The trees were a multitude of different colors with the seasons changing and it was much cooler at night.
While sitting there, Cathán heard flapping of huge wings above him. He climbed farther up in the tree to get a look at what it was making that noise and he saw a giant beast circling above him. He knew it was Telemon and needed to get his attentions. Cathán grabbed a dagger from his belt and, with careful aim, threw it at Telemon, nearly missing, the beast's face. Telemon caught site of him then and started descending to a clearing not far from where Cathán was. Cathán leaped down to the ground and ran to the clearing.
Post by Cathán Neamhnaofa on Oct 15, 2009 16:13:02 GMT -5
"Well I've been thinking a lot and I know I'm a big part in this plan you have because I have the Azoth Gate. Well I want something for all of my services. The gate allows me to teleport where ever I want whenever I want. Once I give it up I lose that power. I want you to make me something that will let me teleport just like the gate does." Cathám says with a slight grin.
"Also I've got the gate hidden so i get what I want. I am the only one that knows where it is, so dont think bout killing me and I promise you I want talk if you torture me. The gate will be lost to you again and trying to search for it with magic wont work. It's very well protected and hidden."
Post by telemachus on Oct 21, 2009 10:53:36 GMT -5
Showing no emotion, Telamon listened to Cathan. As he finished his demand he grabbed him and in a blur of red they were in his old fortress. Old rotting orc bodies laid about. The large opening in the side of the mountain overlooked Mittelmarch in the distance. Along the center of the room was a crack that stretched over the edge. Telamon was doing something at a large messy desk. Vials,books, scrolls, a couple of old scales papers and random corked potions were everywhere.
“You know that Masamune did that with his power over the cold. An ice wall was there for weeks.” He said as he was grabbing this and that and putting it together in a bowl.
“Boy you are no threat to me, but you mustn’t think of me one to you either.”
“It’s incredible really, I had no idea I knew such alchemy, but when I consumed Amon. I learned what he knew…”
Without turning around he lifts a small knife behind him.
“I need a little of your blood. Just get it on the blade.”
Post by Cathán Neamhnaofa on Oct 21, 2009 12:55:34 GMT -5
After appearing in Telemon's old fortress, Cathán was a little worried at first as to what Telemon was planning on doing. The stench was almost unbearable, with so many orc bodies laying about. Seeing Mittelmarch in the distance, Cathán made a mental note as to where this old fortress was, just encase he ever needed Telmon or some of his stuff later. Cathán in returned listened to Telemon, but kept silent.
When Telemom asked for Cathán's blood, he took the blade and slid it across his left hand and handed it back. He didn't need to bandage it because the wound would heal in under a day and there would be no sign of it the next day.
Cathán waited patiently for Telemon to finish what he was doing.
Telamon took the knife and began stirring. He poured a gold liquid into the mixture and it glowed red hot, yet it didn’t steam. He slammed the bowl upside down and when he lifted it a solid form remained. He took it and tossed it too Cathan.
“Make that ore into anything you like. There’s not much, so perhaps a piece of jewelry or etching on sword. You decide. With it you can travel wherever you wish.”
Telamon stood from the desk.
“You should know your activities have been noticed by the Dark Father. You’ve been serving the Darkness well. The Chu Ku’tal are the key to a new era for our kind. You must aid them in the coming battle.”
He transformed into the beast. He spoke to Cathan now within his mind.
“Cathan, tread carefully my friend. The humans are getting more and more bold.”
Post by Cathán Neamhnaofa on Oct 22, 2009 8:29:21 GMT -5
Cathán bowed as the beast left. He stood there for a few minutes forming the solid piece of gold into a ring and slid it over his right ring finger. Pondering what Telmon said, Cathán looked out over Mittelmarch.
"This was once a place I called home, but now they betray me because of my heritage. Like everyone else, it is time for retaliation."