Tower of Eons
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Post by Tower of Eons on May 22, 2017 20:02:54 GMT -8
  A black tower seemingly reaches for the heavens in the middle of a vast field. Spare trees only add to the towers height. A trail, if it could be called that, leads one to the tower’s entrance.
Upon arriving at the tower, torches surrounding its vast base ignite slowly. The oppressive hum of magic can be felt in the air by anyone remotely versed in magic. Upon closer inspection it seems the vast tower was carved from a single piece of... something, it was smooth as glass but darker than black granite.
Deep inside the tower’s base, more torches burned to life, beckoning the curious, and taunting the brave. |
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Kaine Aislinn
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Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on May 31, 2017 19:36:53 GMT -8
Kaine had been drawn to the tower after feeling it's magic from a distance away, it seemed to give off a mysterious aura that only grew stronger as he approached it. Once the tower was in full view Kaine only became more curious. The tower was most definitely unnatural, and while it did hum with magic it did not seem innately malignant. His caution was superceded by his new need to know exactly what this towers secrets were, and if he could, document them for his library.
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Tower of Eons
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Post by Tower of Eons on May 31, 2017 19:59:56 GMT -8
The tower sensing Kaine Aislinn approaching began to ignite the otherwise plain torches. The closer the mage wandered to the tower the more his sense of magic would begin feeling 'taunt' or 'stretched', while not painful in anyway, it was not the most pleasant feeling. The mage would see an entrance he might not have noticed sooner for some reason sitting directly in front of him. Slowly but surely, if he chose to enter the open doorway, more torches lit them selves with the faint hum of magic. The doorway seemed simply to be a part of the tower left unfinished, yet around it's boarder were very old runes carved in a skilled hand. Should he be able to read old rune, it would be a warning of some sort, cautioning people to dare not enter alone as the tower was full of peril and heart break. A warm breeze hissed from the depths of the tower with a rhythm that would remind the mage of... something breathing that was asleep. |
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Kaine Aislinn
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Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on May 31, 2017 20:12:10 GMT -8
As he approached the tower and his senses became more and more mangled he cast a small spell, a guiding light that would help him focus floated out from his hands as he whispered the words that brought it too life. This would be a good test of the magic in the area and would also serve to protect his mind from threats. Kaine had been studying magic for most of his life, and although he did not have the innate raw magical power of some his knowledge of the arcane was respectable. He would have only slight trouble deciphering the old warning written millennia before. However much knowledge he possessed however, only made him hunger for more and he strode through the Tower of Eons door confidentiality. |
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Tower of Eons
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Post by Tower of Eons on May 31, 2017 20:26:20 GMT -8
As the mage strode into the hallway he might notice that filth and grime had not crept its way in as it might have. The hallway was faintly lit but enough to see easily. His light however would seem dim...as if the shadows dancing from the fire light gnawed at the glimmer of light. The faint echo of his boots and the rhythmic hiss of the tower breathing, or seemingly, were the only sounds to be heard. Slowly but surely the mages magical sense was being pulled taught...like a bow string being readied to be fired-- or a thread to be cut. How long had the mage walked... surely to the other end of the tower by now? And still the hallway crept on, only the newly lit torches showing progress. Should he mage look over his shoulder the light from the door way was getting smaller and smaller. Kaine Aislinn would find him self at another entrance, this one matching in style and skill with the old runes from before. " Trust not what you see, what you feel, only what you know." The room was large, large enough that his light could not reach past the shadows to the walls... If he looked at his feet he'd notice the light was beaten back to the threshold almost. |
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Kaine Aislinn
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Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on May 31, 2017 20:43:48 GMT -8
The tower pulled at him, as he walked deeper and deeper in he could feel himself losing his grasp on the light he had cast. "It was a simple spell," he thought to himself ",I should be able to keep it going, it's elementary really just a small light..." As his train of thought trailed off he reached the second door and his light flared up to it's original quality for a brief moment before quietly going out. Kaine was left with nothing but the door and the runes he was now deciphering, albiet with more difficulty than before. A riddle it seemed, maybe the Tower of Eons was testing him? or maybe it wad another warning. He was not so far gone as to forget his senses and tried his best at what it meant, standing still and pondering the door for a fee minutes before closing his eyes and moving slowly forward, giving up his senses and only moving forward towards the door. Although it was a rather literal interpretation, it was the best he could think of at the time. |
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Tower of Eons
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Post by Tower of Eons on May 31, 2017 20:55:12 GMT -8
A warning... It had been a warning but to exactly what? As the mage pressed forward. He'd feel it. As loud as a thunder clap to him, His sense of magic abruptly and violently ceased to exist. Painful it was not, jarring ; possibly. However as quickly as it had vanished it reappeared, Kaine Aislinn no long felt any sort of strain. The taunt sense was still there, lingering at the back of his mind as weariness often does the fatigued. The air seemed cool, the darkness brighter. The Room was far larger than he likely expected, with row upon row of columns reaching the still shrouded ceiling. He could see the other side of the room however. An the black obelisk that stood in a pool of light. It was not huge by any means, only stand around six feet tall. He'd sense no trap here, as there was none. He'd not feel the darkness closing in around him as he might have earlier: the torches kept it at bay. But on the edges of his hearing , he'd hear a whisper. A rolling whisper of countless voices. Upon closer inspection magical or otherwise, the obelisk was rather plain, a simple enchantment had been placed upon it. Row after row of names in various script tricked down the column. Surprisingly he could read every single one. Atop the tower were more runes. "The Fallen, may Mother kiss their sleeping eyes." |
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Kaine Aislinn
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Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on May 31, 2017 21:19:56 GMT -8
As Kaine entered the room he felt extremely naked, that familiar sense of magic that had been constantly strained as he journeyed deeper into the tower was suddenly missing. And then after the brief panic subsided he could feel it again, and it came back with that now all too familiar feeling... Once he was readjusted to his new setting he most immediately noticed the obelisk before he heard the voices. After inspecting the strange writing it seemed that this was a way of honouring the fallen, who or what killed them was uncertain but Kaine payed the proper respects he would show to any who had died. Carefully pulling out a small carved talisman he would place it on the floor in front of the obelisk and offer a small prayer for the fallen. It was not the full ritual of course but it was done with respect and he stayed there for a while before continuing forward again into the Tower of Eons . |
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Tower of Eons
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jun 2, 2017 8:27:35 GMT -8
Kaine Aislinn might notice more about the room should he wander. Benches lined the pillars reaching to the unseen ceiling,seemingly carved from the same stone the rest of the tower had been made of thus far. Carvings of various battles, and monsters were inlaid into their surfaces, as well as pleasant flora patterns pleasing to most any eye. Tapestries hung on the walls. Some long faded, Some showing kings, some showing heros, but one stood out. A man stood atop a pile of what could only be corpses , triumphantly holding a golden horn above his head. If he wandered more. He'd hear the sounds of water bubbling quietly, the harsh whispers and the taunt feeling would relax the closer to the sound he went. In the corner he'd find a segment of wall. At first glance it appeared plain but closer inspection would reveal it was a cleaver illusion, not of magic but just of the eye. It was another hallway leading to a small room around a corner. Should the mage round the corner, he'd see A pool of clear water. Not so large you could not leap across, and not so deep you could be pulled under. The water was clear, seeing the bottom revealed nothing of interest save a few stones. Light fell around the pool much the way it had the obelisk. Wariness and fatigue seemed to flee as he drew near it, if he chose too.
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Jun 3, 2017 9:41:42 GMT -8
Kaine would indeed explore the Tower of Eons further. He would take time to inspect all of the pillars and tapestries, taking notes on them in a blank book, he would use this to take notes on his surroundings constantly. If he was to unravel the mystery of this place he needed to understand how it worked and where it came from. Kaine would be engrossed in the tapestry that depicted the man with the golden horn, drawing a small sketch of it in his notes, when he first heard the water. His senses seemed to clear as he drew closer to it and upon finding the pool that seemed to be hidden by the walls design, his mind completely cleared. He no longer felt his senses been drawn taut and be made special note of this. This was the first time he could feel his fatigue catch up to him as well. He had been on the road since Dawn and he had not eaten in hours. Setting down his packs next to the pool he would begin setting up his tent and a small magical fire to cook his provisions on. He could further investigate this area once he had taken a rest he thought to himself. The tower did not seem hostile but he would still set up his campsite how he usually would, with a magical alarm system to warn him of others sneaking up on him. After his campsite was prepared as long as nothing went wrong he would eat before turning off the fire and falling to sleep on his bedroll. |
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Jun 5, 2017 18:47:52 GMT -8
After his rest Kaine would prepare to head out after checking that it was mourning with a quick spell. The waters calming effects had helped him fall asleep quite nicely and although he was sleeping on cold stone floors he felt right at home. Of course this didn't change the fact he had no clue what else this Tower of Eons had in store for him but he was determined to find out. After breakfast and a quick drink from the pool Kaine would head down to where the split in paths was before and head down the direction he hadn't explored yet, keeping an eye out for traps or anything interesting. |
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Tower of Eons
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jun 5, 2017 19:19:20 GMT -8
The icy water was more than refreshing... it was down right invigorating, the young mage would feel much more fit, both physically and mentally, sharp as a knife were his senses That would all be a befit, if those senses weren't about to be drug through the gravel that was the oppressive nature of the tower. The tower seemed darker, or the light seemed even more assaulted by the shadows dancing in the still burning torches. However the whispers stopped... or waited... The hallway to the main room seemed shorter... And once he arrived in the rooms with the obelisk, he'd notice several other doorways without doors. and one giant dark stained, iron bared, double gated door. This door was locked. What exactly waited for Kaine Aislinn on this , mundane, tower floor? |
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Kaine Aislinn
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Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Jun 5, 2017 19:35:24 GMT -8
As Kaine entered the room of Tower of Eons he would begin to inspect his surroundings,taking special note of the barred door and the obelisk. First order of business was trying to get the door open and see what was so important as to be locked away. First he would investigate for traps physically and magically while also listening for any noise coming from beyond the door. If the door seemed safe he would then place his pack on the floor and search through it until he found a small lockpick and begin working on the door. Of course he was not particularly adept at this but by magically manipulating the piece he could make it a perfect fit for the doors lock, if it was a mundane one of course. |
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Tower of Eons
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jun 5, 2017 20:06:54 GMT -8
Physically there were no traps, there was however a minor illusion trap, so minor it could have been missed. It activated once the mage began to pick the lock. Tiny hands, hundreds of them reach from the lock , crawling at his face, hand, and lock pick, Kaine Aislinn see where they took hold, and started pulling on flesh. He might have event felt them should he give into the trap, though this was unlikely as various threads of magic were left un-hidden from the active illusion. The lock would be far more complex... It was a combination of a tubular lock, using double beveled spring loaded pins on alternate cycles. The lock could only be opened by holding all of the pins down, and rotating the center of the lock clock-wise and the shell counter clockwise. Each of the pins, and the shell were warded with anti magic wards, preventing magical tampering. These wards were made by someone far more skilled in magic than most people and would be a worthy study should the mage find a way to them. |
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Jun 5, 2017 20:20:23 GMT -8
As the hands grabbed at him he could tell that they were a simple illusion, one he could easily see through since he had been on the lookout for magical traps on the door since entering the room. However the lock itself was a much more troubling prospect. With his skill he could not hope to crack it without the aid of magic, which this lock was specifically designed to negate. After a while of fiddling uselessly with the lock Kaine would pull back from the door. The hands, although harmless, were particularly disturbing in nature. After taking a step back and examining the door he came to the conclusion that he could not hope to open the door in a reasonable amount of time, it was best to forge onward deeper into the Tower of Eons and come back later to get a better understanding of the fascinating lock. Turning towards the opened doorway to the farthest right of the room he would set a small glowing stone on the ground to mark his passage, he did not want to get lost without a way out and of course had been drawing a rudimentary map in his notes but he could not count on just that. He hoped that both would help to ensure that he could always find his way out should need be. He headed deeper into the unknown. |
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jun 5, 2017 21:03:36 GMT -8
Torches lit the way for the young mage, Kaine Aislinn as he entered further into the tower, as did the strain. The voices whispered again, faintly. "away...away...away.." in a ...fearful...tone? To late, it was gone, or rather silenced as he entered a room. The room, likely a dining room suggested from the forty foot maple table. Paintings lined the walls. A hearth blazed to life The figure holding the golden horn from before was featured holding a elegant sword in a very stoic pose. A hawk with a spear gripped in it's talons was easily seen as his banner. There were several book sheaves lining the hearths, however the sheaves were shielded with glass...with very familiar wards, and smaller versions of the locks...However the way in which the magic was woven suggested another hand. The table was set for a number of guest, and aside from the food missing, it looked as if they had all gone on a walk. an oddity would be the dagger sitting at the far side of the table away from the hearth. It was bronze with a ruby the size of a sparrows egg. it wreaked of magic... Dread would well up in the young mages mind. His stomach would twist in knots the closer he got to the knife and a icy chill started to drag it's finger tips down his spine, grasping it at the base of his neck. Nearest the hearth was a large, throne like chair baring the hawk and spear. It too oozed magic, though this one gave a sense of pride. The closer he got a feeling compared to walking in the sun would grace him. Excitement and a sense of pride grew in-place of a the dread of the dagger. |
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Jun 5, 2017 21:40:10 GMT -8
As Kaine entered the chamber he first noticed the figure that had been depicted on the tapestry when he first entered the Tower of Eons. This time a statue it was no doubt the same person, what his significance amounted to however, Kaine could only guess that he was some sort of Lord and perhaps he owned, or had owned, this tower. The sense of familiarity wore of quickly as his wandering gaze was caught by the daggers Ruby. He immediately became distraught at the sight of it, it's magic was a dreadful contrast to the aura of the statue and throne. This dagger cast a shadow over the rest of the room which exuded an almost welcoming atmosphere. Keeping his distance from the dagger Kaine made his way towards the throne and the book shelves which seemed to have locks similar to the one on the door he had encountered before. Of course they were much smaller and would prove easier to break in comparison, he assumed. If nothing happened Kaine would inspect the throne and the statue which was the only constant in the tower besides the torches and oppressive atmosphere. These items gave off a much more invigorating feeling. |
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Tower of Eons
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jun 5, 2017 22:07:50 GMT -8
Kaine Aislinn touched the wall hangings... And the stones from under him fell into a bottomless, black pit. The ceiling and light raced away from him as he fell. The air whipped and whirled around him as the bitter darkness swallowed his existence save for a single dot of light from the now far away hearth. The clash of steel, and roar of human and inhuman combat raged around him in the darkness. A battle cry in a dead language rang out triumphantly! A clamor echoing the cry raged, metal redoubled. Our mage would find himself in the middle of a vast battlefield. Human soldiers in bronzed armor wielded curved swords against what only could be described as monsters. Twisted light grey fugues with four arms, one head and several mouths covering randoms points of their bodies ripped apart the humans as several humans hacked at the wrist thick limbs. Black armor covered in three inch long spines where latched onto the beings anywhere they could have been placed. Agonized screams roared in on all sides of the mage. A man in front of him was snatched by the leg and drug off by one of the monsters,clawing desperately at the blackened earth only be be fought over by several of the monsters as hound fought over table droppings. A bolt of what could only be called fire shot from somewhere, striking the poor man instead of the monsters. He simply faded from existence, a sense of something coming unraveled in terms of magic could be felt. A throaty shriek sounded to his left , A twisting snarl of arms , mouths and metal scrambled at him:
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Jun 5, 2017 22:35:01 GMT -8
As he was whisked away onto a hellish landscape Kaine tried to remain calm. He was standing in the tower inspecting the tapestry when suddenly he was falling, falling into nothingness. The feeling was sublime if not wholly terrifying, not knowing when he would at once come to an abrupt stop. But the bottom never came, instead it was if his spirit had floated into another person.
As he became aware of his new surroundings Kaine had little time to rest. The creatures he was fighting filled him with dread, the dread a man only feels when he is being hunted by something he does not understand. As he watched the man dragged off in front of him only to be mercy killed by some God's cruel grace a monster came at him and his only thought was to drive it away. He would desperately pull on his magic, hoping to use a blast of energy to launch it and buy him some time to think.
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Post by Tower of Eons on Jun 5, 2017 23:00:03 GMT -8
The bolt left Kaine's hand with little fail, striking the monster in it's side as it carried off another poor solider to be ripped apart and devoured alive. The bolt passed harmlessly through the monster, yet the ground felt as solid as the stretch of fear, sweat, bowls being emptied, and death. Several soldiers thrust long black pointed spears into the monster as it ripped at their comrade, mouths ripping chunks of living flesh from the screaming man.
A man ran through him, he'd feel something a kin to water washing over his body as he passed.
In the background past the still writhing corpse of the lanky grey monster: the Tower stood defiantly against an otherwise clear blue sky.
" FORWARDDDD!!!!" A voice cried, it was still in that long dead language but the mage would understand it clearly. "ONWARD!!!!" The man from the paintings stood near him, a head taller than anyone else, wearing silver armor covered in black blood that hissed violently against the metal. Magic shone brightly around him as he raised his hand.
In a sweeping motion a line of pure white fire raced out and cut a line against the distant black horde clean. Blood leaked from the mans eyes, but his expression was calm, total focus on where he directed his hand.
" Kah!" A man shouted " They're flanking from the west side!"
The man turned,no longer surrounded by light. " Is Mahshun alive!"
"Yes, retreating with the second fist."
The man from the tapestry, Kah as he was called, began to glow brightly again, and made a motion of ripping apart something as a thin line of light appeared, he jumped through. Moments later, a wave of heat washed over from the west side.
The battle raged all around our mage. He'd witness many men be ripped asunder, chewed apart , and twisted into unnatural shapes by the leathery ,lanky grey monsters. He'd witness spear and arrow fell the fowl creature, some refusing to die until the heads were lobbed off.
Should he blink, time would skip without warning. He would be standing at the gate...had it been a gate before... of the tower; or it's cleaner copy... the stone seemed freshly lain.
Kah stood above a hissing monster and slammed a banner through it. His figure was as covered with his own blood as it had been the black, steaming blood of the beast. Panting heavily he twisted the banners spear until the thrashing stopped.
" The tower is ours!" He roared after a moment, raising his sword." It's ours! We are free!" He wept....
Should the mage look around... only a handful of the vast force was left... maybe a thousand souls were left. The carrion fowl blocked out the sky for the most part as they circled the feast below... A fine mist started washing away the stench of battle. Kaine would have a sense that days had passed...
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