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Post by thrawn on Feb 1, 2008 10:05:07 GMT -5
The room was dark, lightened only by the faint glow of candles twenty feet apart. The small flames seemed to dance in desperation to hold off the darkness around them. The faint shadows that cast against the walls seem to leap and dive for cover fromt he light. There appears to be no movement, with the exception of a faint flickering of light off of two metal objects.
And then, the movement...
A head rises from a resting position. His face indistiguisable from the mask that covers his entire head. All that is truly visable are his eyes. Orbs of darkness, appearing to be made from obsidian. He looks over the objects in his hands. First, this sword which rests against the ground, and clasped firmly in his hand. It was with this very weapon that he conqured the world he knew. In his own world, he watched as he and his armies drove all life before them. Drove them like cattle to their deaths. Thousands of nations bowed before his might, before his power. A power that he had maintained for more then ten years, since he took it from his father forciblly. He also remembered how all that work seemed to be wasted at this time. For he was no longer in his own world.
In his other hand, rests the Scepter of Izg'Bel. An artifact of this new world he and his armies found themselves in. A artifact that he himself ripped from the cold dead hands of a disgrace of a warrior on his way to the small town on the other side of the mountains. He turned the scepter over in his hands again and again, thinking about that town. A town filled with heathens and blasphimers who allied themselves with the same filthy non-humans that he had spend years destroying in his own world. They are nothing more then beast on two legs, and the humans that help them are even worse, deserving of no pity or quarter.
Quarter it seems that the harsh winter of this land has given them. The mountain passes were blocked by the heavy snows, locking his army within their high walled city, luckily, they had enough provisions to survive this winter.
He stood up, once his mind was clear of thoughts. An imposing figure, standing over six and a half feet tall, broad chest and shoulders, his body covered in blood red full plate armor of a draconic design. We walks to the end of the room, throwign open a pair of large double doors. Before him is the main hall and torphy room of the heads of men that have failed to take his power. Standing there are his three commanders. He walks up to them.
"What are your reports?"
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Post by rtiir on Mar 27, 2008 10:57:42 GMT -5
A master of shadow and silence, R’tiir makes little noise as he steps forward and bows slightly, with his head down and hands up as if he has given a grand performance. He rises and steps in close.
“My lord, I have walked their grounds, seen their soldiers and I am not impressed. Though some are a beastly looking species others are more human, but with strange ears. A few also seem to have abilities of the Gods. I saw one, they call them elves, heal a short man. It is possible they have other powers, but we are many, my lord."
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Post by thrawn on Mar 27, 2008 12:02:35 GMT -5
Dracus turns to Shatar and Drad.
"What have you two to report?"
Dracus seems to become agitated as he waits.
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Post by thrawn on May 12, 2008 10:47:34 GMT -5
Dracus strikes the two for not giving anything to report with a strong fist, anger seething in his eyes. He turns to R'tiir.
"R'tiir!! Is it true that the blasphimers are being occupied by the recent arrival of a strong warband?"
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Post by shatar on May 14, 2008 8:27:56 GMT -5
"Lord...I apologize for my tardiness." He bows respectfully, holding out the sides of his cape.
"These vial men are filth, they remind me of the Goths we destroyed years ago. Apparently they are "raping and pillaging", but no worries, they do not have enough forces to get through our gates and we well outnumber them. Besides it appears they are only attacking the locals. I hear there was an intruder the other day."
Looking to R'tiir.
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Post by thrawn on May 21, 2008 11:33:06 GMT -5
"I know full well that they can not breach our gates, or defeat our vast forces. Though it does seem small numbers have found weaknesses in our defenses. I want that problem fixed yesterday. I am looking at this as a possible chance to make a move against some of the local towns. The arrival of these "Goths" has caused some distress amongst the locals. This may be a time for us to strike at them. Strike while their attention and forces are drawn elsewhere."
Thrawn rest his chin on his hand, standing in a thinking posture.
"What are the reports of the strange village on the other side of the mountains? Crushing that town first may well open a pathway to the eastern city."
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Post by shatar on May 27, 2008 8:59:08 GMT -5
Shatar watches R'tiir slip out of the thrown room. He turns to thrawn.
"My Lord, they are human, similar to our Children of the Dragon. They are led by someone called Ta..Tatsumra. He is supposedly skilled with the blade, but his soldiers seem young from what R'tiir has told me. I'm assuming they are allied with Mittelmarch, since they are so close. Also I believe some of the other large kingdoms here are allied, they have been seen visiting each other. If I may suggest, perhaps if we conquer Mittelmarch as an example, the others would fall in line? Mittelmarch would make a prime addition to our Empire... My lord...."
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Post by thrawn on May 27, 2008 16:00:57 GMT -5
"Indeed it would Shatar."
The Emperor stands still for a minute, his face expressionless, but clearly in thought.
"I purpose a two pronged assualt. These Children of the Dragon, young as they may be, are the closest allies to Mittelmarch. A army laying siege has little chance if harrassed from two sides. Shatar, you will take two divisions, and lay siege to Mittelmarch. I will send Drad to destroy these Children of the Dragon. He will begin his assualt first, keeping their attention off of lending support to Mittelmarch. And if Mittelmarch attempts to lend support to them, you shall catch their forces in the open, leaving their city virtually defenseless."
Thrawn looks over the scepter in his hand.
"And when you take Mittelmarch....see what you can find out about this scepter. I have a feeling that it is more then just a simple rod."
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Post by thrawn on Jul 10, 2008 12:19:44 GMT -5
Thrawn returned to his throne, closing the large doors behind him. The small light given off from the multitude of candles still managed to provide any light in the large chamber. He sat on his throne, resting his sword on his legs, and turning the scepter over again and again in his hands.
He had told his men to find out about the scepter, but in truth, he already new some of it's story. The words echoed in his head from his recent visitor about the powerful item he had in his posession.
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Post by telemachus on Jul 15, 2008 20:35:06 GMT -5
Thrawn’s thoughts fade to the past in a swirl of mist. He remembers that he was shocked and awed by withering old elf and how he made it to his thrown room unseen and unheard. The elf’s long white hair framed the shadowed cut features of his face. Draped in dark blue, nearly black, cloak dragged across the marble floor. It was the slight tap of his staff that awakened Thrawn’s attention. For some reason the Emperor found himself somewhat intimidated, though he would never show it. The elf’s was voice articulate and proud.
“My name is Telemachus and before you cry for a guard or decide to grasp your blade I ask that you listen to me.”
He pauses for a moment.
“Speak, elf.”
Telemachus begins, “Ah so you are aware of my race, good. That will save us some time. The scepter you hold is very powerful. Very powerful, in the right hands. It was once owned by a powerful sorcerer named Izg’bel. He was ruler of this land and his Fortress laid in these mountains, until the mountains collapsed killing Izg’bel and all his greatness was erased. This was ages ago. There has been a number of rulers since then, but none as great as Izg’bel. I believe I am able use the power from that scepter. And in turn I would aid you in your campaign to rule this Land Between.”
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Post by thrawn on Jul 16, 2008 10:53:05 GMT -5
The emporer laughed slightly at the final remarks from the elf. He stood up from his throne to his full height, a full foot and a half above the elf. He picked up his sword, though keeping the point down for the moment.
"You are a fool who assumes to much *with disdain in his voice* "Elf." You assume that I would give you this rod, in return for conquering this land. But what you fail to realize, is that I care nothing for this land, and want nothing to do with it. I will return my people and my empire to our rightful world, and that is that."
"As for this rod..*looks down at the rod in hand*..if this holds such great powers as you claim, what makes you think that I would just hand it over to a creature such as you. I have had nothing but issues with you "near-humans" since my people arrived. Why should I start trusting any of you now?"
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Post by telemachus on Jul 16, 2008 13:51:47 GMT -5
“Of course you have no reason to trust me, but am I really a threat, even with the scepter?”
Telemachus scratches his chin.
“You want to go home…I may be able to assist you with that. I have opened various portals to other lands.”
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Post by thrawn on Jul 24, 2008 12:03:27 GMT -5
The emperor perks up at this last comment.
"You...you could get my people home? How could something like you perform such a task?"
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Post by telemachus on Aug 11, 2008 8:09:07 GMT -5
“One of my greatest allies, K’nar Bloodhoof had an amulet that was attached to his chest. That amulet was a key to traveling to other worlds. I used it before to go to a place called Eryndor. I never knew how it came to be attached to him, or where it came from, and neither did he. There was a battle for his remains, in Mittelmarch, the fools actually thought I wanted to revive him, I just wanted the amulet. I believe they burned the body and have the amulet sitting as a trophy inside their Hall. “
Suddenly Telemachus feels a tug at his heart. A familiar energy. "I must be alone. Do you have a room I could use?"
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