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 Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 6:20 am
Mystics Heritage a.k.a "Metal Heart"
Once the prosperous world that was the Silver Star is now no more than a empty shell of what it once was. Having been devoured and reformed into this empty beating Metal Heart. It is in within this world that the mysterious Dark Sage makes his home. While this world is quiet hidden from the eyes of those of Arius, it is well within the plain sight of those who ride the rails of the Doom Train. However, it is no more then a sight, for there is no known way to access this world. There are no roads leading to it, no door ways, not even dark corridors seem to lead to it. Only time one may ever enter this realm is by 'special' invitation only by the Dark Sage himself. Be wary of this realm traveler, it may end in a one way trip.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 4:35 pm
IPC: Faustinus "Faust" Argriostros of the Magic Council
There was a chill that crept into the interior of the metal heart, followed by a stainless steel mirror that rose up in wave of red sparks in the center of the room. The mirror was large for it's size, however it's surface was the most peculiar part about it. Instead of reflecting what stood in front of it, there was a scenery that shown with plains of green grass that extended for miles across what seemed to be the hills and valleys of the Godslayer Mountains. It was a portal. A portal that lead to the peak of the Godslayer Mountains to be more specific. From it, a lone figure would step forward. It was an elderly man, who by the looks of it ranged from age of his late seventies or early eighties. The man's hair poured along his shoulder in clean sheets of pure white and his eyes leaked with biting blue cold.
"So it's still intact."
His voice was deep, however with a spark of fatigue in it. His robes however were gouged in the deepest magenta and attached from behind it were flailed four large band like appendages that resembled squid tentacles. In his right hand at first glance seemed to be a large slab a of shimmering reflective icy light, however if one gave the effort to look closer they would notice a broad all crystalline sword brandished tightly in his right hand. The blade seemed to cast glares all across the corridors as he made his way deeper into the Metal Heart. The old man moved with a smooth and swift silence making it seem almost as if he were gliding. Opening the large double doors, the old man had made his way into the room. The room was nicely lavished, and there were books crammed into every corner of the room where shelves were stacked upon shelves.
"Not too shabby....even for you..." There was an razor edge to his voice as it sliced into the room.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 6:56 pm
 However pleasant the room may have appeared, the one thing it truly lacked was a feeling of warmth. Yes, the fire in the far wall crackled and snapped audibly, giving off a soft glow to everything else in the room. Across from it, a series of shelves towering with books, letters, scrolls, and tomes. Literature from all times in history, but major and minor. This shelves neatly littered the walls, standing even and uniform next to one another, almost threatening to take up the very room itself save for the center. In the center of the room, placed neatly atop a old skin rug, sat an ancient wooden chair. For all this, for all this pleasantry, not a single feeling of homeyness, not a single desirable feeling of warmth could be felt through out the cozy looking room. All that could be felt from the room was a grasping and deafening silence, as if something had sucked all the life from it and left only the shell of what it could be. Various dark arts were at work here to keep up this appearance, this facade'(sp?). The only real source of anything living here, would be the constant ticks and tocks of an old clock, ticking time away in a barren corner of the room.
It would be some hours of waiting for the old wizard before the crackling of magic would soon break the tedium of ticks and tocks. From with in the magic, a low whisper broke though, echoing out towards the mage "Welcome...brother. It has indeed been..something of an age has it not" the low rasping voice of Deus, the Dark Sage, called out from the warmth devoid fireplace. With another crackle of magic, the fireplace shut, much like some beast of the dark would shut it's great maw, swallowing its own flames before reopening its mouth wide and long. Within it's great maw, fire no longer illuminated the room, but a swirling vortex of black magic instead. From within that Vortex, Old Faust would catch glimpses of the undead city of Necropolis only for it to be quickly obscured by the decrepit form of an clearly undead mage of high status. From that same mage, Deus voice once again whispered, "Too long brother, far too long you and our....family have not spoken to me. I feel almost hurt" A sneering smile crept up across the undead visage as threads, seals, and complex weaves of magic began to fall away from the undead body. "Tell me brother, what is it do you wish to speak of, perhaps further accusation of my methods? piercing words of how I have lost my way? or maybe just a spot of tea to talk about the old days?" As Deus spoke, the undead form fell away as if it were water falling away from a window. Underneath it all stood old Deus in all his dark glory, the complex weaves of magic finally falling away into nothing as the vortex behind him shut and the false glow once again lighting the room. 
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 11:14 pm
IPC: Faustinus "Faust" Argriostros of the Magic Council
"Neither." His cold steel like voice pierced through the room once more. With that he swept across the room like a cold breeze, reducing the cackling fire to nothing more than a dim ember. As he strolled towards the book case, he had answered the old man without looking at him. "I see. Tampering with things in the Necropolis. Well I can say that you've confirmed their thoughts on your actions. I give you this munch. In the council's eyes, your dealings there would be questionable. You know this." His eyes were stern. "I leave it to you if you're going to explain your motives. But I'm sure you have your reasons for going." Although the council scorned the actions of Deus, of them all Faust would reason with him on Deus's behalf. Although Faust shared some opinions with the council, he held his own ideas as well. He saw the world as truth and consequence. There were consequences for everything, whether it be good or bads. Deus's actions were no different. For that reason he did not worry as munch as the rest of the council. It was the council's duty to look upon things on a munch grander scale, and so Faust followed as munch. Either way, Deus was still in dept of an explanation. However he was on Faust's time now, and his explanation would have to wait until he had finished speaking on what he had come here to say.
"It's been a very long time since Termina's last armageddon." He paused. "The old god stirs underneath the Godslayer." From there Deus would realize what he was referring to. For thousands of years, there has been an old god that slumbered underneath the Godslayer Mountains. It was defeated and captured by the hands of the magic council in their youth. It has been said that this god reigned from one of the old ages of Termina. These times were known as the Age of Gods, an age where divine beings walked and dominated the surface of Termina. Little is known about these gods, except that they were responsible for one or all three of armageddons of Termina. The reasons for this repeated genocide is still unclear, however a wide scale attack was attempted on the world approximately one millennium ago, but was intervened by a group of youth that would become later recognized as the magic council. The battle was a long one, however the mystical youths had managed to emerge victorious. Following their victory came the sealing, which would condemn the old god to eternal bondage through godslaying magic underneath the Godslayer Mountains. Even from this distance, someone of Deus's caliber would be able to sense the old god stirring in it's slumber. This was something the old man probably had already anticipated. The first thing that would probably come to Deus's mind was strengthening the seal. However this was besides the point. Stroking his beard, the old man returned the book to it's shelf. Turning around towards Deus, he crossed his arms around his lower waste. "Our researchers have gathered some major detailed information during their studies and experiments. The first thing is that this obvious. Even after all these years our specimen is still living. The second thing is that while it's body is submerged in a deep slumber, it's mind is still very munch aware of itself.
Once this was discovered, we scheduled a gathering for the probe mages. They considered the risks and decided to probe the creature's mind answer the questions surrounding the creature's origin and existence . However to no avail, they mages failed. The wards set around it's mind proved to be strong, even for high class mages such as themselves. On the other hand did not leave the old god's mind empty handed. They did manage to find out that there are others like this god and they are conscious of the status of their brethren underneath the Godslayers. Beyond that is beyond the council, I've only come here to enlighten you on the situation." Although the council had originally requested that Faust check up on Deus's actions, he decided that this matter was foremost important before Deus's personal motives. If the old sage had wanted to fill them in on his actions, he would have reported his reasoning and findings a long time ago. In return, Faust would simply leave it up to the dark sage to explain his reasons.
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