| Regeneration : |
14 |
| Energetic immunity : |
20 |
| Trade sense : |
13 |
| Briskness : |
17 |
| Initiative : |
6 |
| Defence : |
30 |
| Attack : |
54 |
| Power : |
16 |
| Luck : |
5 |
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| Darkness Principle |
= 39 |
| Principle of Imagination |
= 78 |
| Principle of Light |
= 100 |
| Principle of Balance |
= 71 |
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| Master Saeiane. |
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Tag: Warrior of the Mists.
Spells: Wolf-Form: a temporary increase to attack and
defense.
Twilight Fog: a fine mist that surrounds a player-
shielding them from attacks for a few minutes.
Shadowport: transport a player using shadows to one point on the map to
another (limit a four arrow radius example: from Fenths Press
to Clash of Ages )
Reform: Creates shadows which fill in wounds and turns them to flesh. A healing spell.
Master Saeiane (Pronounced SAY-yeen) is of a race like the elves. But much, much older with stronger magic, he was trapped in this realm and tried to find his way home, to no avail. For when he finally saw the sight of his land while deep in the throws of a powerful meditation that kept him lost from this world- his hopes were broken. A void swept over his nation and his world. Devouring everything into the embrace of the Void. Saeiane now seeks mastery of and control over one of the only forces that survives the Void. Death. To release his home from the prison that has overtaken it. His body has been aged and broken, his soul stripped and his mind twisted from the ordeal of losing his home. But his inner balance must be restored- by first being destroyed.
Dark hair frames Saeiane's slender face. He has a large, muscular build and his body is covered in tattoos from his homeland, not that anyone usually sees them because of his heavy and layered clothing resting over them of grays and blacks. He keeps with him a birch staff topped with a citrine sphere that holds a minor surprise. His robes have many pockets and hidden linings to hide trinkets and weapons in. He stores his memories not in his mind, but on his body, whether it be clothing, scars, tattoos, wounds, jewelry or gruesome trophies... Do not be concerned if you see Saeiane holding something strange and frightening while staring off into space, he is simply trying to remember... His powers that remain are mild at best, the powers to shape-shift into either a Black Widow spider, a gigantic gray werewolf, and a black dog the size of a large bison. And with him he keeps a host of spiders, all are Black Widows, the largest one, Ladyfingers is two feet, two inches and is the mother of the spiders that travel with him, Saeiane reguards them all as family. They have been with him his whole life.
Of the Journey to This Land: I was a great, powerful mage, warrior and king of my old lands blessed with clear waters, and luscious forests. Until my counselor a powerful and corrupt necromancer opened a portal over the door way of my Training Quarters which I was sucked through and became trapped in this land, stripped of my powers except a those few..I am on a quest to find my way back, by whatever means necessary, whether it be the magics of the necrovion, those that lay beyond the gate of ages. Or if my secret is hidden in Loreroot. Wherever I must go, I will. Having wandered these worlds with my minds eye I've seen and experienced many of it's races and customs however certain places remained hidden to me.. As secrets must stay secrets I respected these barriers. And now search on foot....
Of the Dark Water: When I had first heard of what was happening it was from the mouths of Granos and Cryxus at the Fountain of Dark Vibrations. After some researching I had one day found Cryxus and Granos in the Wind & Rain pub. Granos was unconscious and the Void was spreading. It is not an Evil thing the void, it is... Anti-matter, it eats and feeds off creation. Devours everything... The Dark Water is a curse that transmits the void, sadly it was eating at Granos... So together Cryxus and I made an ointment that I dipped two cloths into and wrapped around my hands. From then I recited a chant in the tongue of my people and absorbed the void into myself, the ointment (applied before infection) stopped the void from eating any further. All ten of my fingers are now reduced to bone. But I was proud to have helped Granos and from that act feel a drawing to him. To protect and help him if needed.
Of the Wind & Rain pub: I met dear Windy one day sitting in the sanctuary. Herself and a few compatriots had made a run for LH Weed. Because of this, there was an army of clowns on their tail, so she threw me a weapon so I covered their retreat. After wards we all relaxed in the pub. I have been friends with Wind since. And now work as the Protector/bouncer of the pub (And occasionally- bartender)
The Marriage of my friends Lady Ailith and King Bull: I was firstly invited my a note sent to me from the dear Lady Ailith I was excited to hear they were finally to be married, albeit a bit saddened as I'm sure every other man in the realm save for King was to see her go. I gifted to them a bottle of sacred wine. Known as The Truest Sacrament I drank it at my own wedding in my other life, long long ago. My bride has since been..Lost to me The wedding was absolutely beautiful, Lady Ailith and King Bull had an amazing turnout- Mur was even there. The ceremony went well but I sadly could not stay for the festivities afterwards. It was beautiful to behold.
of Stormrunner and Mcvitie: I got word from Amoran that there was a goings-on at the Paper Cabin Inn. Earlier I had as well heard of the death of Mcvitie. Upon my arrival I had found Storm, mentally broken and emotionally bleeding. Storm is one I respect and trust, so I was concerned. As the conversation continued he became more unhinged. I needed to get him to find and return Mcvities soul, for it was the only way I saw for him to redeem himself in his own eyes. But in the end he refused and it was as if Destiny worked a turn around- I was to go. He was to stay... So I went, and in my stead I left my Shadow Spirit... I awoke deep in the underworld and sensed Mcvities soul. I fought my way through endless hordes of evil entities during which I sustained an injury to my arm and when I came to find her- I only found a piece of her soul. as it turns out she had been revived on our world, my Shadow informed me of this. So I gathered her and returned to find Lady Isolda in front of me, she dragged me to the couch and bandaged my wound while I worked to return Mcvities soul to her.
The Sleep of Master Saeiane & The Destruction of his Homeland
As Saeiane retired to his quarters, leaving Lady Isolda and Tarq downstairs in the Wind & Rain Pub- he knew not that it would be ages before his return.
As he fell to sleep, his body became rigid, cold. His mind and soul were stolen in the night, spirited away to a land he once knew as home. For many days and many weeks, Saeiane was trapped in a ghastly vision of what was once his homeland, seeing all that transpired in his absence. The necroma.ncer adviser to Saeiane assassinated and murdered those faithful to the old king. Taking control of the land, he forced a campaign of war and overtook the continent. But this, was only the beginning of the reign... Saeiane helplessly watched as the forests of his childhood burned away, and the foggy mists that comforted him were swept away, replaced by foul- dark winds. Evil corrupted the land, until one day. The necromancer was bidden into meeting with the demons of the shadow lands, where Saeiane once triumphed. He was killed, and so replaced by the High Priest of the Dark Sun. This evil corrupted the very foundations of the earth and sky, the sun was destroyed, the earth turned to soft marsh which threatened- and in most cases did, devour all who were foolhardy enough to step foot upon them. The plants themselves became hostile, ancient trees- full of wisdom died away. The dead were raised upon their coffers and marched throughout the land, creating an unstoppable army of undead. As the world was overtaken by this evil, life turned to dust, death ruled, chaos ensued and all was lost. The Curse of the Void that was once only heard of in legends and history books once again came to the world...
But at this moment, Saeiane awoke. Torn and broken, he crawled feebly from the pub. Finding himself soon at Agiens Ferry. His mind twisted, his body aged and his soul, asphyxiated. The horrors he was made to endured, forever burned into his essence. His quest to return home shattered before his eyes. Nothing is left of him. So there he waited, staring into the dark abyss of lake water, pondering the option of trying to swim the great distance when a dear friend came up behind him, a pleasant light to rekindle Saeiane's flickering inner flame. Lady Isolda
Return to Sa'eida Viv: Saeiane's Homeland:
It was a quiet day, Saeiane put his affairs in order and gathered his tools. Making his way to Lady Isolda's Inn. He arrived soon and found her relaxing with Jonn. After a short introduction to Jonn, Saeiane proceeded to ask her help. He explained to her that, upon the Kevv'r state he was recently pulled into, he faced a problem on his return- causing a part of his soul to splinter off; he told her that he needed to go back to his home and was in need of her help.
To travel to Sae'ida Viv is perilous enough, to travel alone is to invite certain death. For those who become lost in the mist, never return. Ever the adventurer, and moreso the friend; Lady Isolda agreed. He summoned his Shadow to open the portal and together they entered the mists. He fed a rope between them as to not be separated and slowly they worked through the dense, ethereal fog. Saeiane lead the way while Lady Isolda kept her axe close, and the rope closer. Soon they fell into a strange new area. They were standing within the source of the void that Saeiane had witnessed. But the pair continued, Saeiane felt himself grow wearier as he crept closer, and after a short walk... They found the source of the void, Saeiane fell to the ground in shock- there Lady Isolda and Saeiane saw in the distance, a shade copy of Saeiane. His void self. Shocked, Saeiane's mind raced with possibilities as to how this could have happened. He soon realized, upon absorbing the void curse from Granos so long ago, it had not only afflicted his flesh. But entered his soul, causing this Void Self to be created. And when he returned here the first time; this splinter of his soul broke off, creating the void that he was forced to see devour his home land, and every single thing he cared for... Saeiane suddenly lost his vision and felt himself move, as if he was outside of his own body. When he returned, he had killed the Void self. A pain seared through every muscle in his body like wildfire, and a sudden cold enveloped him. He fell unconscious.
Lady Isolda bravely took Saeiane and nagivated her way back through the mist, having lost the rope. She soon found the portal and the pair fell through. Saeiane awoke moments later to a bottle of vodka and a cold water compress... Unawares of what had just transpired. Unnatural shivers overtook his body. Saeiane felt colder, darker inside; Unclean... Unbalanced. He hurriedly thanked Lady Isolda, after she explained what transpired and rushed off.
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| Tale's from Master Saeiane |
A Medley of Poems And Stories For The Nights
Of Heroic Stories And Horrible Sights. (Poems normal, Stories in italics)
Nekromantia
Hidden under the cloak of a darkened night,
the conjurer awaits the answer.
Kneeling by the flickering fire;
a screech rings out and so begins the spirits flight,
motion erupts as he becomes a dancer!
feet stretched deep in the damp mire...
Calling fourth with screeches and drones,
within his mind lay the secrets of old crones.
The necromancer speaks for secrets divine;
pledging his sacrifice for knowledge sublime,
Spirit speaks as he dances with woes;
memories lingering between his toes.
Stepping along the murder sight with grace and speed!
The spirit reveals to him, a warning to heed...
Danger waits for the sorcerer beyond,
waiting within the hall he calls home;
a power hungry thief conspires to steal...
Reflections of death wade in the pond
the sorcerer will stay, silent. Alone;
wounds dug deep, unable to heal...
But the necromancers skill would not be undone.
Home he returns, and now begins the fun .
Ghostly Dawn
Ghostly gasps shudder through the night
Silent screams freezing her warm blood
It breaks loose...
Elders hum and seekers chant
Infusing their magick into the night
The voice of the wind speaks
A powerful voice gives way to the soft melodic tones
As grains of times paradise twiddle away
They welcome you, to the other world.
We call to you from the waking mind
The Moon lets down her ever-flowing hair, the veil to part.
Rise as the phoenix, to the darkly lit sky
Explode with beauties shine!
Creating Dawn anew.
The Hunters sun rises.
The Windigo
Deep in the forest, lives a monstrous beast;
On human flesh and organs he does feast.
With a face grotesque, a heart cold and vicious
tall as an oak; its body sickly and cadaverous...
Within those same wood, lay a town
blood in the streets, the stench of death weighing down;
villagers near to extinction, Pleading for salvation.
From the darkness of the trees comes, a solution
from the brambles and the branches comes a lone, single shaman.
Without a payment, or any sort of clue;
the man walks knowing what he must do.
He calls out, a loud challenging bellow
the ground shook, and with one hard footstep... Came the Windigo.
The shaman, quick to move muted the demon
by flinging into its maw, a horrid potion;
he stopped its paralyzing scream.
And it ripped from its vessel, as if from a dream...
Grasped the shaman with all its might,
but the magic working woodsman wouldn't die without a fight.
He shocked the brute with a fast moving bolt;
and gave the horrid Windigo quite a jolt.
He summoned lightning from the sky, and hurled it with haste.
The monstrous demon lifted a leg and pounded it, well placed;
but as the shaman would be crushed. There came a great shield;
larger than even that giant could wield.
Thus his massive foot rebounded, and he stumbled back.
As with any a Windigo's size, he landed with an earsplitting CRACK!
Impaled on the tallest of trees, its blood ran dry;
and the villagers howled a great cry.
They hailed their savior, as the greatest of all time;
thus this simple bard, was to make this simple rhyme...
Visions of Nyarlathotep The Grimm Tales I
A stormy autumn night gives way, the cold breaking darkness is
split by the figure of a man dressed in deep blacks. Almost a
living shadow as the ones that surround him, he holds a
crystal sphere in his right hand gently while mumbling a series
of incantations in an unknown tongue- by himself and by any
other species. As the magician falls deeper into his trance the
shadows around him seem to bend and fold. Creating a shroud
of darkness around him. Slowly being absorbed into his crystal
it flows through his hand and into his body- the chanting
abruptly stops..
.\"The darkness consumes, encases, preserves. It grows, it
feeds, it lives. Inside me\" He speaks in a low, raspy tone as if
telling himself these words. Crunching forward with a groan
the man falls and blacks out, within a lucid state of dream he
suddenly stands in a barren wasteland of shadows and dead
trees. The very forms of which are not made of any wood he
had ever seen. There are shadows with no source- no
substance nor light to create them... Knowingly he moves
forward into the abyss, where he is greeted by a tall slender
figure clothed in Void. Pure night sky surrounds this... Thing,
it is not male, nor female, possibly not even human. The being
greets him with a series of clicks and sliding noises, the man
acknowledges these and does not reply.. It\'s eyes open and
they appear as two twin black holes. Spiraling and consuming
the very \'air\' in front of them. Growing wider and wider they
consume the magician. Without fear upon his face he walks in
to the portal created by the two black holes. What he sees
finally breaks his iron will, as he falls to his knees whimpering
and sobbing uncontrollably, unable to move let alone speak he
witnesses the events shown to him. Like watching from behind
a glass window he sits, mesmerized and horrified. Soon he
wakes from his trance, still sobbing. His body quivering at the
slightest breeze.
\"...And so as the suns light fades- consumed by the abyss.
They shall run free to torment our world.. This I
foresee. This I proclaim\"
Visions of Nyarlathotep The Grimm Tales II: Le Trascrizioni Di Roma La Morte Di or The Transcripts of Rome\'s Demise
At the capital of all that is
Holy, lies the rubble of the once great civilization. \"Dio ci salvi!\"
scream the huddled masses as their towers and homes are consumed by the
brimstone and flame. All they hold close and love in ruin. In the
middle of the chaos stands our false hero, dressed in his ritual
clothing he watches with dim, uncaring eyes... He has seen this sight
once before and, in his dreams he relives it. No escape remains for our
hero. His daytime thoughts are plagued by corpses of his loved ones and
even strangers on the street. Twisted scrap metal buried under stone
and water. Burning.. Burning.. Burning!
\"You\'ll all die anyway. Your god is gone.. The old one\'s have
returned\" He sobs out the words, it\'s been a year since his vision a
horrible, nightmare year... Our Hero suddenly steps into the flaming
mass of a burning building.
\"Memories...\" It is his childhood home, he wanders the halls looking
at the floorboards peeling and the walls coming down- ignoring the
obvious dangers he walks upstairs and goes into his bedroom. Laying on
the floor
\"I haven\'t been here in years..It\'s a good place to die\" His cloak
catches fire and soon he became engulfed. Not bothering to scream he
rolls over looking at all his memories in physical form be released...
\"Goodnight sweet sunshine, go-o-od ni-i-i-ght\"
The Mad Mad Messiah of Yog-Sothoth: The Grimm Tales
A day after the destruction in
Rome, a fire with no physical
cause what so ever. Dark vibrations were felt by mystics
around the world. Save for a few misguided men and women-
the anti-heroes of our story here, the poor soul we focus on this
day children is a fatherless whelp of a drunken mother named-
well.. You\'d rather not learn his name. Not with the story that
is about to unfold. We begin here...
\'I call upon the one outside of our realm, outside of our world.
The all knowledgeable Outer God... Yog-Sothoth!\' In front of
the tall long-haired teenager there was a presence felt.
Though nothing visible to him he heard in his mind a
commanding and majestic voice
\"Who has awakened me, from my rest?\" said the voice, the
hairs on the back of the boys head stood on end.
\'I- Masamaniah have called on you. Old One\' replied the boy,
his voice nearly shaking.. He stood
\' I have awoken you so I might bid favor from you. Great
Yog-Sothoth, I wish to know all and see all...\' His throat
clenched, he felt as if he had just made a proverbial deal with
the devil.
\"I see...\" The voice ringing in his mind had suddenly stopped,
the presence, the pressure in the air.. All gone, the magician
thought he had been found unworthy and left alone... He was
partly right...
\"BECOME MINE\" the voice became harsh and threatening,
before the boy could react he felt something pierce his chest
and envelope his body. It was crushing him. He could hardly
scream for help...
\"No.. What?! Ahhh!\" His tormented, horrified screams were
heard by no one. His body was being reformed, imbued with
power... Through a trial of pure pain and utter horror, the
screaming went on for what seemed like hours and soon
melted into days. The boy then awoke, just a minute later bleeding and
cringing on his bedroom floor...
\"You know what you must do, it was shown to you...\" the
voice boomed in his mind, the boy just whimpered and nodded
\"Use the taste of power given you, find them, rip them, KILL THEM\"
again- he nodded.
\'I will master.. I am no longer Masamaniah... I am Messiah, your
messiah...\" His eyes were cold and dark, he felt no more pain nor
pleasure. He was empty- the very thoughts that went through his head
were clouded by a chapel of shrilled chanting voices. He rose to his
feet a new man, driven by hatred and power. Greed and lust!
\'I AM THE MESSIAH OF YOG-SOTHOTH THE ALL
KNOWING!\' he screamed once more, a dastardly howl before
ripping off his cloak, chord and stripping himself of his tools
\'I need not the mortal tools of the mortal fools\' he snarled and
worked his way around the house, taking a large kitchen knife
and the biggest bowl in the house... He crept upon the visage
of his sleeping mother and stared at her, she awoke to see her son
\"whaa-? What are you doing in here you stupid bas-uuh!\" he
swiftly brought the knife down on her and cut her throat.
Rolling her over the edge of the bed he collected the blood in
the bowl.. It poured out for roughly an hour and he drank deep
from it, afterward cutting out her dry heart and wrapping it
up in plastic wrap, he packed and left that day under cloak of
dark. His mission was to find and kill every person who held a
drop of his bloodline, and consume it... So he did, traveling for
fifty years he killed, and killed, and killed. Whenever law
enforcement got close to him, he called upon Yog-Sothoth to
save him- and save him he did. By whatever macabre means
necessary. It had taken most of the boys life but finally he found
his last family member. Deep in the streets of the abandoned
city of Rome. A poor, burned and utterly scarred young boy on
life support, he was found in the wreckage of a burning house,
mumbling about gods and demons coming for him. The Dark
Messiah neared the boy and spoke to him comfortingly
\'You\'re suffering will end soon and quick my brother... I am
here to collect you\' he smiled quaintly and went for his knife
but the boy\'s words stopped him cold
\"You wont get out alive.. I know who you are with.. Who you
sided with.. I have foreseen your death... By your own hand...\"The boy looked at the Messiah and his eyes grew wide with
fear- another horrible vision came to him...
\"Yog-Sothoth has trapped you with his deal. You cannot gain
your power until you are dead... Hahahaha\" the wreck of a boy
laughed wiry and coldly.
\'NO, I will not die!\' Screamed the Messiah, and with that he
cut the throat of his last family member- draining his blood and
drinking it... But his power did not come, he felt no different..
\'Yog, why have you betrayed me!? you bastard!\' the Messiah
screamed while Yog-Sothoth just laughed and laughed
\"He was right you know... Your quest has not ended... You
must come to the realm of the dead- and reap the souls of all
your ancestors before you can claim my throne...\" Messiah
was at a loss for words- everyone he once cared for in his life
was dead. Killed by his own hand, and now he had to kill
himself to continue... But the moment of humanity was short
lived as the shrilled voices returned he plunged the knife into
his own throat. Seeming to forget, that one little fact...
\"You have to drink your blood, though that seems unlikely
now...\" Informed Yog-Sothoth, laughing once more, fleeing into the
night...
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| "The water is so dark ... it actualy looks like...oh no it could not be...how could it....but still it looks like ...the sky at night".
Simplizero looks for something to build a boat to travel across the water and reach Golemus so that he can satisfy his need of revenge.
There are no trees around, no piece of wood or anything that will float...and Loreroot is sooo far away....he looks at the pitch black water and a strong feeling of sadness strikes him.
Necrovion images flash into his head and he can not distinguish dream from reality anymore. He is afraid he will do soemthing foolish, but this feeling slowly fades away. ... |
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