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 Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 7:30 pm
Imr'Alder, Emerald City of the Ancients
Across the wide Seas, south of the continent of Sand and Mountains lie the Emerald Seas, and in the the Emerald Isles, an enormous Archaepalago, and the home to the last alive Aetherean City.
On the Ivory Coast of Mildecri island lies the gleaming city of Imr'Alder, a glittering spike of perfection painted across the glimmering panorama of the Western Seas. It's high spires and futuristic layout shimmer in the morning and evening sun in a manner that few can comprehend without sight, a sight that takes the breath of the mightiest immortals away.
Across the wide Seas, south of the continent of Sand and Mountains lie the Emerald Seas, and in the the Emerald Isles, an enormous Archaepalago. On the island of Mildecri, at the assumed site of a once ancient city sits only a grassy, tropical meadow on a precipice overlooking the sea. It's endless escarpments are a wonder of the world, and the sight of the boundless Western Seas lies beyond.
Modern texts argue over the existence of the ancient city of Imr'Alder being in this location. Though alluded to strongly in ancient writigns, no trace of any civilation could ever be found on this specific location. The only object of interest lies in an eroded, emerald stone near the edge of the ancient cliffs bearing one word: "Infinitum."
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 7:42 pm
"Your insolence is unbearable Atheen," shouted a gray haired man with golden-tanned skin. His beard arched around his mouth with authority, his shoulders arched around his body with power. His hands tightened into might fists, and his golden gauntlets seemed to glow with the power exerted. "I will stand for your blasphemy no longer!"
"That is not your choice to make is it?" the Mystik chuckled.
A short haired, younger man stood to make the same protest. His shoulders bent back, his chest sticking outwards, his eyebrows furrowed in fury. "Go back to the damned depths from which you came. You sought to use our technology for personal gain and you have paid the price! Begone!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 7:52 pm
The Mystik laughed a cruel, permeating laugh that left the hundred member council that surrounded him shivering in fear. He took a step forward, lifting his eyes from the floor for the first time, draining the certainty and authority of the room instantly. The black vine armor that he wore reflected the uncertainty of the room in pitch.
"You mean, MY technology," he said, the words' echoing ceacelessly in the chancellors minds.
Faltering slightly, the head Counselman attempted to regain his composure. "What is this madness of which you speak?"
"You old fool," the Mystik said acidly. "The Belcrant is MYSTIK technology. No mortal could build something so perfect."
"Your arrogance will not be tolerated Atheen! I will not have my immortality mocked again!" The chancellor bellowed.
"How dare you continue to refer to me by my mortal name you mortal slime. My name is Ethen Sylve'Astron Darkke ap Beatus Lamnia ad Infinitum. And you will never know true immortality. A life without ever seeing death no matter waht end. For that is what I am going to take from you."
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 8:00 pm
The Mystik raised up his bare, tattooed hand. It bore a tight fist, embedded with the image of a vortex surrounded by runes, and crossed over with a pentagram inscribed in unitellible lettering. He extended his forefinger, and the room seemed to move with it, force all around bending in its wake.
"You are a fool Atheen! There is no taking our lives, not even with your infinite Mystik power. You are in a lesser realm, you cannnot excercise any true power!" The younger councelman scoffed.
"That is why the Mystiks designed artifacts like the Belcrant," the Mystik said coldly. "Perfect objects that you built with mortal hands, tainting them."
"Again with your blasphemy," the bearded counselman bellowed. "You are mad!"
"No," the dark figure spat. "I'm furious!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 8:11 pm
The Mystik held his hand forward, his finger still pointing malevolently upward. His eyes lost their blackness and for the first time the counsel saw his Pupiless, radiant blue eyes. Before him, the unclothed hand formed around it a glimmering artifact, a gauntlet whose designs metaphisically danced around mimicking the tattoos on the Mystiks hand. It seethed with energy, translucent, evanescent, casting the room in darkness and light, radiating, and absorbing energy from everything around. The energy erupted from the fingertip and a shimmering orb formed atop it, floating powerfully.
The counsel gasped in horror as the room was filled with solar wind, everything around thrusting wildly in the energy's unparalleled torrent of ferocity. Shielding his eyes from the blinding light with his arm, the bearded chancellor screamed "Your destroying us will accompolish nothing Blade. The Aethereans will still live!"
"Wrong," the Mystik spat, his brow furrowing, intensifying his eyes into a hatred the world had never known. Willing the energy to be controlled, he willed his hand over his head. The hurricane force ran in ethereal currents all around. "I'll be killing you all! Behold mortal world!!!! THE POWER OF MYSTIK DEATH!!!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 8:12 pm
He loosed the energy from the Mystik gauntlet, and Imr'Alder shattered.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 8:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 12:56 pm
Blade stood erect on the edge of the mile high precipice. His eyes looked off over the Western Seas, scanning the horizon as the sun rose behind him. The Scarf of Nightmares billowed idly in the ocean breeze, and his black mythril armor faded into more confortable silken dress clothes.
His face was emotionless, and his pupils had returned to his brown eyes.
He cocked his head to the side as the morning sun glimmered in the water below him. He shook his head, his shoulders tightening, and he turned to walk down the steep incline from the cliff's edge.
A strong gust made waves across the grassy meadow, and he was gone.
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