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       #Post#: 196--------------------------------------------------
       On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
       By: slimemold4 Date: November 8, 2012, 9:05 am
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       The Castle was darker than night itself, a void in the soft
       sunlight shining down across the field. The basalt floors,
       obsidian windows, and night stone walls cast an intimidating
       force around itself. There where no insects, no birds, no
       chipmunks frolicking in the grass. The plain was devoid of all
       life. And in the middle sat the castle, no one knew where it
       came from, or who had built it.
       Inside it was even darker than outside. No light penetrated the
       castle, even through the obsidian windows. Inside the air was
       cold and dry, even though the heat outside was stifling. The
       castle wasn't huge, composed mainly of a great hall, throne
       room, and many smaller rooms such as servants quarters, a
       kitchen, dungeons. It didn't need to be big. It served it's
       purpose.
       The purpose though, is the real mystery.
       In the center of it all was the throne room. A majestic chair
       made of the darkest stone arose from the ground, appearing to be
       the throne of the Keeper of the Underworld himself. The throne
       was like a black hole in the center of the room, devoid of all
       light, as if looking into something that simply wasn't there. It
       was enough to drive a man mad.
       And drive men mad it did.
       Only the very brave--or very stupid-- dared venture into the
       castle, and those that returned where sniveling slobs, shells of
       their former glory, who could not speak for fear that the Keeper
       would wrench their tongue from their mouth and drown them in
       their own blood. As far as anyone knew, the castle was empty,
       but you could occasionally see smoke rising from the chimneys of
       the kitchens.
       The people around where superstitious folk, so naturally it was
       the object of many stories, and no one dared to go and actually
       investigate. Memories of the castle were often fuzzy at best,
       and as far as anyone could tell, it had just appeared one day,
       as if it had grown out of the grass, watered by the blood of the
       Keeper's tortured souls. No one was old enough to have been
       around when it was built, and the architecture was unknown to
       them. But what they did know about the castle was that no one,
       no one, who went in at night returned. Ever.
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       #Post#: 198--------------------------------------------------
       Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
       By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 8, 2012, 9:46 am
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       Dracona's wings barely moved as she glided lazily through the
       hazy midsummer air. It was so humid that tiny droplets of
       moisture gathered on her scales and wings as she flew. She was a
       creature of fire, so the intense heat, to her, was nothing more
       than pleasantly warm. The same could not be said for her
       passengers.
       "Could you fly higher?" Karra asked, shading her eyes against
       the three suns that currently hung in the sky. "Either that or
       fly faster. We're baking back here."
       With a sigh, Dracona climbed to a more comfortable elevation.
       She flew through a cloud, knowing it would annoy the elf. She
       was rewarded by an indignant squawk, and a stream of elvish
       curses.
       They flew on for several minutes, then Dracona caught site of
       something strange on the landscape below. There was a blight of
       dark brown that marred the picturesque beauty of the rolling
       green countryside. Dracona flew lower to investigate, her keen
       eyes searching for the cause of the destruction.
       Finally she found it. A speck of blackest night in the center of
       the dead field. When she looked at it, Dracona a sudden chill, a
       chill that warned her when she was coming into the presence of
       pure evil.
       She circled around and landed in a nearby village. There were a
       few yells of surprise from the nearest residents, but once they
       saw the golden hourglass mark on her tail they lost all of their
       fear and crowded around the travelers. Most of the people knew
       of the draconian in these parts, for she had done the majority
       of her work in the decade in a province not far from there.
       The fact that the villagers were crowding around her in this
       manor spelled trouble. Humans normally avoided draconinas unless
       they needed help.
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       Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
       By: slimemold4 Date: November 8, 2012, 10:03 am
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       Cyndor slid off the back of Dracona and landed gracefully on his
       feet, surveying the villagers with his raptor gaze. They where
       obviously distraught. "What plagues ye, good people of this
       realm?" He said in his most godly, commanding voice. A few of
       the villagers yelped in fear, eyes widening. He heard Karra
       snicker behind him and had to suppress a chuckle.
       The crowd fidgeted restlessly for a few moments until someone
       decided to speak up. "The Devil's Keep, sir." a large man,
       presumably the mayor of the town said.
       "I'm assuming you refer to the black castle I saw out on the
       field a few miles west of here?" Cyndor asked. Something about
       the place had sent chills down his spine. He knew that it was
       nothing natural, and there was something in the back of his mind
       that made it seem familiar, but for the life of him he couldn't
       remember it.
       "Yes. It has cast a blight upon our lands. Our crops no longer
       grow. Our livestock grow sick and die. Children have
       disappeared." The man said, glancing around at the crowd. He
       swallowed his fear and looked into Cyndor's eyes. "You must help
       us. The Law of Iron demands it." The crowed murmured their
       agreement.
       Cyndor stepped through the crowd and grabbed the man's shirt
       lifting him onto his toes. "Where did you hear that?" he
       demanded.
       The man's eyes widened in shock and fear and he sputtered "Why .
       . . It . . . What do you mean?"
       "The Law of Iron!" Cyndor bellowed, lifting the man entirely off
       his feet. "Where did you hear that phrase?! Tell me now, or face
       my wrath!"
       The man gasped for breath, flailing his arms wildly and trying
       to break free of Cyndor's grasp. "The woman that came here a few
       moons ago!" He shouted. "She told us! She said--" And then he
       coughed, foam came out of his mouth in thick streams and he
       collapsed dead.
       Cyndor grimaced and turned away. "I'm sure I don't have to tell
       you that that was no natural death?" He asked Karra and Dracona.
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       Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
       By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 8, 2012, 10:28 am
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       Dracona arched her long neck and tentatively sniffed the corps.
       She reared back suddenly, almost crushing some villagers who
       were standing too close, and let out a surprised snarl. When she
       was once again on all fours, she turned to Cyndor.
       "This is worse than I thought." She said, shuddering
       involuntarily. "Magic of that kind can only be used by extremely
       powerful demons, the dark gods, and corrupt dragons."
       She paused for a moment to let that information to sink in. "I
       don't know much about the affairs of the gods or demons, but I
       do know that there are only three dragons that could be
       responsible for this. There is one, a very old male, that lives
       in the far south. He doesn't leave his territory anymore, so he
       couldn't be responsible. The second is another male, but he is
       currently laying siege to some major city in the east. The last
       is a female. She lives in the mountains just north of here."
       Dracona paused again, obviously uncomfortable with what she was
       about to say. "She's probably the most maliciously evil of the
       three, but not the most powerful... and she's my half-sister."
       Karra was so surprised that she fell off of her perch on
       Dracona's backs and landed on her back in the dirt. Dracona
       ignored the elf and continued. "However, Skre'talen prefers to
       directly manipulate her victims, and while I suspect that she is
       responsible for this man's death; building black castles that
       terrorize the surrounding countryside isn't her style."
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       Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
       By: slimemold4 Date: November 8, 2012, 10:46 am
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       Cyndor hummed, deep in thought. "Yes, you're right." He gestured
       in the general direction of the castle. "That's not her work.
       It's much older than you might think, with how it suddenly
       appeared some two or three generations ago. It'd been around for
       much, much longer. I mean, the amount of time it would take to
       gather that much night stone. . ." Cyndor shuddered. "I wouldn't
       want to think of the types of creatures that place attracts,
       what with all the underworld magic emanating just from the
       stones.
       The townsfolk had started to back away, hiding in their homes
       and shops. Cyndor surveyed them as they left. "No dragon would
       waste it's time with basalt and obsidian. Skre'talen killed that
       man, but whoever built that castle was undoubtedly an incredibly
       powerful underworld wizard, or a god who has serious alignment
       issues." He shrugged.
       "For all I know it could've been the Keeper of the Underworld
       himself. I've never met the guy but I hear he's quite . . .
       extravagant." He frowned. "But I doubt he'd go to the trouble of
       building that if he wasn't going to live there. And he isn't
       living there, trust me, if he was, that plain would not be
       green."
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       Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
       By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 8, 2012, 1:18 pm
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       Dracona nodded slowly. "Well, there's only one way to find out."
       She gestured with a wing for them to climb back into the saddle,
       and took off toward the blight once they were seated.
       She landed on the border of the dead grass. She didn't know what
       kind of magic was at play here, and she didn't want to take any
       chances. Once Cyndor and Karra had climbed off of her back,
       Dracona transformed into her draconian form.
       As they stepped onto the parched ground of the blight, Dracona
       felt a sudden, intense pain in the back of her head. It felt as
       if someone was trying to force their way into her thoughts, but
       the draconian knew how to fend off such attacks. She quickly
       emptied her mind of all thoughts and emotions, shutting her eyes
       in concentration.
       She managed to block off her assailant, but not before his
       message got through. You're mine! The voice tore through her
       mind, inflicting pain with its sheer power.
       Then, it was gone. Dracona cautiously allowed her thoughts to
       return, prepared to raise her defensed suddenly if her attacker
       returned, but nothing happened. She felt something warm and wet
       trickle down her face. She reached up to see what it was, and
       found that her nose was bleeding. Annoyed, she wiped her nose on
       her arm.
       "There's defiantly something powerful guarding this place." She
       told her wide-eyed companions, then continued on toward the
       black structure in the distance.
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       Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
       By: slimemold4 Date: November 8, 2012, 1:40 pm
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       Cyndor nodded, concerned for his companion. "Yes, I do suppose
       there is." He cleared his throat and spoke some words of magic,
       intended to ward of threats to the mind, before continuing. They
       had stopped a ways away from the "Devil's Keep" As the townsfolk
       had called it. They didn't want to just land into some
       dangerous, unexpected magic.
       As they approached, Cyndor could feel something buzzing in the
       back of his head, some sort of spell trying to fight it's way
       into his mind. Finally, they reached the entrance to the castle.
       It was a drawbridge with a small moat around it. The moat was
       empty. "Should we cross?"
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       Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
       By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 9, 2012, 11:52 am
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       Dracona looked at the drawbridge and the empty mote
       suspiciously. She knew that there was some sort of trap, there
       had to be, and she wasn't sure how to proceed without becoming a
       victim of whatever magic the castle's owner had left for his
       visitors.
       "Well, we didn't come down here to just stair at the door."
       Karra said impatiently, walking toward the bridge. "There's only
       one way to find out what's going on, and that's-"
       "Karra no!" Dracona shouted, lunging forward to catch the elf by
       the collar of her leather armor. She was too slow.
       As soon as Karra's foot touched the dark wood of the drawbridge,
       a whirlwind of dark energies engulfed her. Dracona watched
       helplessly as her friend was surrounded, and blocked from view.
       There was a deep, evil laugh that seemed to emanate from
       everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and the the darkness
       disappeared, taking their companion with it.
       #Post#: 240--------------------------------------------------
       Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
       By: slimemold4 Date: November 9, 2012, 12:07 pm
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       Cyndor ground his teeth in frustration. "Idiot, idiot, govak!"
       He shouted. "I know people have gotten in there before. I just
       don't know how. The folks in town say that everyone who comes
       out of there is insane, but how do they get it?"
       He raised his hands up into the air and bellowed a cry at no one
       in particular. "That stupid girl. Well we can't just leave her
       in there to die. I suppose we have to save her, don't we."
       Cyndor walked up to the bridge, emanating magic. He was using a
       lot more power than necessary, but he wasn't going to take any
       chances. As he walked he could feel the magic in the air parting
       around. He gestured for Dracona to follow.
       Once they where across the bridge he could no longer feel the
       press of underworld magic, so he released his spell. They stood
       in front of the great onyxian doors. "Ladies first?" He said,
       hopefully.
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       Re: On the Plane of Mechanus: The Law of Iron
       By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 9, 2012, 12:20 pm
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       Dracona rolled her eyes, and turned into a large dragon. This
       form was extremely strong and was also impervious to most forms
       of magic. With a roar, she threw herself against the great
       doors. The force of the blow would have been enough to utterly
       obliterate any normal structure, but the doors of the castle
       merely creaked.
       The great dragon let out a shriek of rage. The was infuriated at
       Karra's rashness, the entity that had taken her, and the
       defiance of the onyx doors. She threw herself against the doors
       again, and then a third time. The creaking became more
       pronounced each time she struck them, until finally, after seven
       tries, they finally gave way.
       "Come on Cyndor!" Dracona called, changing back into her
       humanoid form, "Let's get our elf back!"
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