Posted by Fly on the Wall on December 30, 2000 at 21:54:26:
In Reply to: The whole Jullias, Valguarnera, god-fight thing... posted by Llaylora on December 30, 2000 at 20:54:44:
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> ***I don’t think I missed any parts but if I did please fill them in.***
> ***I had a few questions along the way maybe some of you can answer.***
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> A bright flash of power lights the sky.
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> Another flash of power fills the sky for a moment, and then recedes.
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> Another flash of power fills the sky for a moment. A faint glow of it remains in the sky.
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> Another flash of power fills the sky for a moment. The sky's glow grows brighter.
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> Another flash of power fills the sky for a moment. The sky's glow grows to the level of the light, at dusk.
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> Another flash of power fills the sky for a moment. The sky's glow grows further.
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> An undead voice resounds through the area. 'Jofneo!'
> ***Valguarnera, right?***
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> A Lich's voice resounds through the area. 'Naorin!'
> ***Valguarnera, right?***
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> The Lich Valguarnera's voice resounds through the area. 'AFOVIO!'
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> The glow in the skies dims and becomes eerily dark.
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> Darker than the night sky itself, the "dark glow" begins to swirl in power.
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> The swirling of the dark goes faster and faster.
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> It is clear, from the signs, that dark magical power is involved.
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> Poetry's clarion voice calls out in fury 'EVEN YOU ARE NOT ABOVE THE SANCTITY OF OUR GODLY KNOWLEDGE, WARDER OF THE UNDERWORLD!'
> ***What did he do?***
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> The Dark God Jullias smirks in Poetry's direction.
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> "I do as I wish, Librarian."
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> "And what of the Lich? How will Nepenthe recieve your machinations?"
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> "You have turned one who was Dedicated...a Starcrowned...into your image, that of Deceit!"
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> "I care little what he, or you, think."
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> Nepenthe's calm voice rings out: "You have been messing with one of mine, Jullias?"
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> The Dark God's eyes narrow.
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> "I tire of this. Both of you, go away and leave me be."
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> "Surely you can't think I'll just let this be, Jullias. Valguarnera was one of mine."
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> "And the Book. You have unleashed our knowledge among the mortals!"
> ***What is this all about?***
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> The Dark God rolls his eyes.
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> "Very well...do what you wish, or leave me be. I do not fear you."
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> Looking at each other, Poetry and Nepenthe nod solemnly.
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> "You must be punished, no matter your power."
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> "She's right, Jullias."
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> Flashes of Godly power light the sky as a battle breaks out.
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> The Goddess Poetry's fury is unmatched as she fights the Dark God, for the sanctity of her knowledge has been tainted.
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> Nepenthe fights stolidly and grimly, making no mistakes, as his disciple has also been tainted.
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> Easily able to crush Poetry alone, the Dark God is nonetheless forced to retreat from the combined force of the two High-Gods.
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> Suddenly a bellowing voice cries out. 'DISHONORABLE DOGS!'
> ***Dishonorable because it’s two on one?***
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> Balgrimnr enters the fray...oddly enough...on the side of the Dark God.
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> "You dishonor yourselves and Jullias in this manner!" the Ehren Lord proclaims.
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> The combined might of the Dark God and the Ehren Lord is too much, even for Nepenthe and Poetry.
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> The tide of the battle swiftly changes.
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> The Dark God deftly ducks low and then drives one of his black serpentine daggers directly into Poetry's midsection.
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> Channelling his dark power through the dagger, the Dark God dispatches Poetry's energy.
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> The Goddess falls, clutching her abdomen, as the fight between Balgrimnr and Nepenthe rages.
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> "Do not make me do this, old friend. Stop this foolishness, and fight your battles with Honor."
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> "I am sorry, my friend, but I will not stop."
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> A moaning wind tears across the face of Thera.
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> As the battle rages, the Dark God sits back and watches, chuckling with amusement.
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> "I knew that Ehren fellow would come in handy one day."
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> A shriek of horror echoes throughout the land as Amaranthe spies her fallen Sister.
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> The Goddess of the Harvest Moon rushes to her fallen Sister's side, and then glances up at the Dark God.
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> "How could you...even YOU....do this?"
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> "I will guide her spirit to the afterworld, and then, I will avenge her de-ugk!"
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> The Imperial God Zulghinlour's axe swiftly decapitates Amaranthe.
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> The winds slacken. Slowly, the air grows still and silent.
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> "You won't be avenging anything this Night, I fear, Harvest Goddess."
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> "No! Not Amaranthe too! I-agck!"
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> The Ehren Lord's pike drives its way through the gnome-god, as he glances away for a moment.
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> As the Dark Lords cackle with glee, the Ehren Lord sighs wistfully.
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> "What goes on here? Imperial Sorceror, you are the cause of this, aren't you?
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> "Why, Holtzendorff, whatever do you mean?" replies Zulghinlour.
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> The dwarven lord of Battle declines any further comment and attacks!
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> "MORE BLOOD MORE BLOOD MORE BLOOOOD!!!!"
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> Blocking Holtzendorff's attack with one massive hand, Zulghinlour drives his mighty axe into the dwarf's side, fatally wounding him."
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> Looking around for others to slay on this Unholy Night, Zulghinlour grips his axe hungrily.
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> "STOP!!! STOP THIS!!!" cries out the voice of a young godling.
> ***Who is this??***
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> The gods stop for a moment and look up in confusion.
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> "Nol? Why should we stop?" someone asks.
> ***Who asked this??***
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> "Do you not remember what happened the last time we warred?"
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> The world was nearly torn asundur. Balance must be preserved.
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> The Dark God ponders. "You know, he's right...this must stop...but we must have some way to settle our differences."
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> "Very well. The hostilities between us must stop, until a better way can be found." the Ehren Lord rumbles.
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> The dark energies continue to swirl above you.
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> Meanwhile, in all of the chaos above, other Gods have been putting their own plans to work.
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> After sewing the seeds of chaos within the Arbiters, the Paisley God Ishmael seizes his opportunity to strike.
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> Making off with the Book of Law, he lights it on fire and dances gleefully around it in a circle, as it burns.
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> Unfortunately for Ishmael, he fails to notice his own cape burning as well, and is soon engulfed in flames.
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> "OW! OW! OW! OW!" he cries, as he hops around like a madman.
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> The dark god Scarabaeus chuckles softly. "That's a damn shame, looks like it hurts."
> ***I laughed here.***
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> The Demon Goddess Cyradia cackles. "Burn, baby, burn!"
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> While the Dark Gods search for large marshmallows, the Goddess of Mercy approaches Ishmael.
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> "Do you wish me to ease your suffering, Chaos-god?"
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> "MAKE IT STOP! END ME!"
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> Striking quickly and mercifully, the Lady of Mercy, Bria, ends Ishmael's pain. And his life.
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> The Dark Power in the sky continues to swirl ominously.
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> The Dark God Jullias smiles wickedly and points a finger toward Valguarnera.
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> "And for you, my precious pawn...a bit of power."
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> *REBOOT*
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> *May have missed something here. Not sure.*
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> As the dark energies continue to swirl, the Tower of the Masters is emptied.
> ***What’s this all about?***
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> In addition, the Imperial Palace becomes void of life.
> ***And this???***
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> The Dark God chuckles amusedly.
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> "Fear not, my young dark pawns...deliverance will come, when the energies above you complete what is necessary."
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> ***Didn’t see anything after this***
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