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On the Plane of Mechanus: Displacement
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 5, 2012, 9:20 pm
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((I'm going to change up this plain from what it is in the
legitimate D&D universe. It's Waaaaay too boring for mercenaries
or assassins to be useful. And besides, it's our RP, I don't
want to follow D&D rules. :P))
The warm midsummer sun filtered through the leaves of the great
oak trees in the ancient forest. It was but one of may such
forests in the lands that spread across the plain of existence
known as Mechanus. Everywhere, there was the various sounds of
the native forest life. Various creatures rustled around in the
dried leaves that carpeted the ground, and birds fluttered in
and out of the slanting beams of sunlight that managed to find
their way past the thick canopy of leaves.
Suddenly, without the slightest rustle to betray her movements,
a female draconian stepped into a small clearing that had been
made by a tree that had fallen in some storm long past. She was
as tall as the average human man, with a lean build. Her face
was attractive enough, if you could get past the scales. Her
hair was dark brown and gathered back with a leather thong to
keep it out of her eyes, which were a deep blue. Her scales were
blue as well, and they shimmered where the sun touched them. She
was dressed in plate armor that revealed itself to be made out
of mithril by its silvery sheen. She also wore a billowing black
cloak that easily concealed her wings ant tail as long as she
kept them close to her body.
Glinatarail sat down on a fallen tree and stretched out her
aching legs as she waited for her companions to catch up. She
had been walking all day after fighting for the better part of
the night. She was the leader of a band of five specialized
mercenaries back to their employer after completing a
particularly annoying and difficult job. The group consisted of
two elves, a human, a dwarf, and herself. Given the size of the
party, she was unable to fly to and from their destination, and
she was under orders to stay with them at all times.
Their task had been to ambush a group of soldiers patrolling a
certain kingdom, kill them, take their armor, and then sneak
into the castle in the center of said kingdom. Once inside, they
had to find and kill the king, and then somehow make it our
alive. Everything had gone according to plan right up until they
had killed their target and had begun making their way out.
Gilantarail's tail had come lose from the strap that bound it up
against her back, and it had trailed out from under her cloak
for all to see. Normally, a draconian guard would not have been
questioned, but she had a distinctive hourglass marking on the
side of her tail that was found on no other draconian anywhere
in the lands of Mechanus. It was the sign of The Black Mage, her
oldest and most bitter enemy. He had branded her with some kind
of foul magic in their first encounter so that she would bear
his mark to her dying day. However, she had also left her mark
on him; a deep gash across his left cheekbone.
With their cover blown, they were forced to hack their way
through what seemed like the entire castle guard. Then they had
been forced to run for several miles before the vengeful
soldiers had lost track of them. Gilantarail was proud of her
little group however. They had gone through that entire ordeal
with only a few minor injuries and one moderate blow to the
head. The person who had received the head injury was the dwarf,
so it wasn't nearly as bad as it would have been if one of the
others had taken the same blow.
With a grunt, the draconian stood. The others had caught up to
her and their destination was so close that she could literally
smell it. With a gesture, the others followed her into another
clearing where they found someone waiting for them.
"Cyndor!" Gilantarail greeted, her tone equal parts warm and
annoyed. "We return victorious from the field of unnecessarily
complicated commissions!"
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: slimemold4 Date: November 6, 2012, 7:45 am
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Cyndor looked up from polishing his orhicalcum scimitar and
smiled. Standing, he replaced his scimitar into his golden
baldric. He ran his hands threw his dark hair, studying the
group for a moment, then grinning like a child and gesturing for
them to sit. "I won't pester you for details, hm?" He asked,
poking the coals of the fire he had been sitting beside, rousing
it from its slumber. He placed a teapot over the fire and drew 7
cups from seemingly nowhere.
Dracona shrugged, recounting their tale to him. He nodded,
gasped, and laughed at all the appropriate places, just like a
good audience should. "You did well, Dracona." He beamed. "You
kept her in line, right Karra?" He asked the elf, winking.
Cyndor doled out tea to everyone in the little mugs and once
they had all started to drink, he got serious. "I fear that the
final pieces have fallen in place. We are on the path to the
Void."
The jovial mood of the camp evaporated instantly. Cyndor
chuckled dryly. "The other gods are angry with me. They say that
this is my fault, that I foresaw this accursed prophecy in the
first place." Part of Cyndor's duty as the Time Lord was to
oversee prophecy and all of it's elements. The Void was a
certain prophecy he had seen over a thousand years ago. The
problem with it was not what it told, but what it didn't. In
fact, the Void didn't show him anything. It was just . . .
blank. After this point in time, there was no prophecy. Even
Cyndor, The Sage of Epochs, could not see any discernible future
beyond the Void. And now it was upon them.
"How long?" The dwarf asked, slowly rubbing his head.
"If I have the chronology correct, which I do, maybe a week.
Maximum." Cyndor sighed and downed the rest of his tea. "I do
not think," he began slowly. "That this is the end of Mechanus."
The group in front of him shared a few worried murmurs. As long
as anyone could remember, the Void had foretold the end of
Mechanus itself. Cyndor smiled a sad smile. "I fear that it is
only the end of me." He spread his hands out in front of him.
"I've spoken with the chronomancers. They have agreed to
continue to guard time when I'm . . . gone."
He was silent for a long time.
"But someone will have to take my place." He said, hoarsely.
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 6, 2012, 8:07 am
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Dracona and Karra looked at each other, both feeling the same
stab of panic. Not only would they be out of a job, they would
be losing an old friend as well. They had both been working for
Cyndor for the past eighty years, and they had become good
friends during that time.
"Isn't there something we can do to prevent it?" Karra demanded,
her voice rising in panic. "There is always something that can
be done to alter events if we act quickly enough..." She trailed
off, deep in thought.
"You will choose one of the chronomancers to take your place
then." Dracona said flatly, her face and body language betrayed
no emotion.
However, her mind was racing. She was contemplating what could
bring about the end of a god, and if such a thing would be
damaged by her abilities. Shifting, she wrapped her wings about
herself, as if to fend of a cold breeze, even though the sun was
shining down with unusual ferocity. The cold was imitating from
within, it was a sort of sixth sense that always warned her of
imminent danger.
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: slimemold4 Date: November 6, 2012, 8:17 am
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"I suppose." Cyndor said, scratching his chin, an old habit he
did whenever he was deep in thought. He waved his hand in
dismissal. "No. The chronomancers guard time, but they have
little conviction. They are not fit to lead."
After a few moments of silence, Cyndor looked up, his eyes wide
with surprise and fear. "You've had a vision?" Karra asked.
Cyndor broke out into a cold sweat. "The Planeswalker comes. For
me. You six have to get away. Now. You have but moments before
he arrives." Cyndor rose and swept Karra and Dracona into a hug.
"This is the end for me." He nodded to the rest of their group.
"Now begone."
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 6, 2012, 9:16 am
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Dracona and Karra hesitated as the others fled for their lives.
The cold feeling was getting worse, but they couldn't let their
friend face his fate alone. The elf drew her daggers and took
her place on Cyndor's left. The draconian cast her cloak aside,
then she drew her duel bastard swords and took her place on
Cyndor's right.
"These past eighty years, I have never once failed to carry out
one of your orders." Dracona said, her voice sounded breathes
with fear and anticipation, but she was still as steady as a
rock. "However, this one time, I must refuse to obey."
Karra let out a manic laugh, a sound that only passed her lips
when almost certain death was drawing close. However, both women
stood firm despite the overwhelming fear that was breaking over
them like waves of a storm-tossed sea. There were both waiting
for the moment when their enemy would appear; when they could
lose their fear in the red haze of battle.
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: slimemold4 Date: November 6, 2012, 9:24 am
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Cyndor sighed and smiled at Karra and Dracona. "You have been
good friends. The Planeswalker, the Reaper, is not an enemy I
can escape. We may be able to fight, but I fear the worst."
He swallowed and continued, the whole time he spoke he was
gathering his magic together for what he feared would be his
final fight. "The Reaper is an agent of death, and death is like
the rain. You may be lucky and be inside while it's raining, but
eventually, you will get wet." He pooled all of his magic
together into his core, ready for the fight to come.
"Goodbye my friends."
And then the Planeswalker emerged into the clearing.
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 6, 2012, 10:05 am
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He looks like just a normal mage. Dracona thought, but she knew
that what Cyndor had said was true. Every fiber of her being
told her so. She stepped forward and spread her wings, blocking
Cyndor and Karra from view.
"We have faced death many times before and come out victorious."
She declared with a mocking laugh, "What makes you think he can
take us this time, now that we can see that hands that would try
to hold us?"
The great wings lowered as she spoke. There was nothing but
empty space where there had been two people standing before. The
draconian laughed again. as another dark cloaked figure stepped
out of the dense treeline. He was thin and frail-looking, but
Dracona could feel the aura of magic surrounding him from where
she stood.
"So you have come for me?" Sharp teeth flashed as Dracona
grinned viciously, "Well, I regret to inform you that death will
have to be satisfied with the blood of one corrupt mage this
day."
With that, she changed into a serpentine dragon with gigantic
fangs and a stinger on the end of its tail that oozed green
venom. I sure hope I stalled long enough for the others to get
into position. Was her last thought before she lunged at the
hateful mage.
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: slimemold4 Date: November 6, 2012, 10:20 am
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Cyndor watched from the treeline as Dracona prepared to engage
the Planeswalker in battle. Karra stood at his side, ready to
attack. He signaled her as Dracona slowly circled the
Planeswalker. He, however, remained perfectly still. Cyndor
dropped his mind into the icy pool of magic gathered within him
and released it just as Dracona struck.
Time was his.
Cyndor moved swiftly into the clearing, drawing his scimitar and
lashing out at the Planeswalker. He knew it was futile, but he
hoped that he would provide a momentary distraction for Dracona
to strike. He plunged his sword straight into the Planeswalker's
chest.
And then in a blinding flash of light, the whole world went
white.
He had done something Cyndor had truly not expected. He had
spelled himself, knowing that Cyndor would try to stop time and
strike him. The second his scimitar had touched the Planeswalker
the spell had ignited. Cyndor grimaced into the light, and
embraced what he was sure had to be the end.
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: Shadowhuntress Date: November 6, 2012, 10:30 am
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Dracona and Karra flinched as the sudden flash of light
engulfing them as well. There was a shriek from the Black Mage
and he began to chant something frantically. The intensity of
the light intensified, then, suddenly, everything went black.
The companions felt a gentle floating sensation, as if they were
suspended in water.
Is this... death? Dracona wondered as she lost consciousness.
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Re: On the Plain of Mechanus
By: slimemold4 Date: November 6, 2012, 10:39 am
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Cyndor's head erupted in blinding, white-hot pain. He opened his
slowly, moving his arms to shield his face from the sunlight. He
tried to sit up, and then thought better of it as a new wave of
pain washed over him. "Ooh." He moaned, clutching his temples.
After a few moments of extreme pain, the headache subsided a bit
and Cyndor found that he was able to stand. The first thing he
noticed was that he was not in the same clearing as he had been
when they fought the Planeswalker. He appeared to be at the edge
of a forest. There where many small homes ringing the edge of
the woods. They all looked exactly the same. He could faintly
make out children playing in front of one of the strange
buildings.
Glancing around again, he noticed that Karra and Dracona where
on the ground beside him. The Black Mage was unconscious a few
feet away. "Blast!" Cyndor cursed. he hoisted Karra and Dracona
over his shoulders, using all the godly strength he could
muster, and ran off into the woods.
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