Jul 15, 2023 10:08 pm
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Eternal: Ascendance of the Eight
Eternal: Ascendance of the Eight
It is Begun... (Episode 0, 'Pilot')
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Jul 15, 2023 10:31 pm
Radu Hove
Six nights ago...
There was a peaceful serenity in a handsome, pale face wreathed in long pure, black locks. Dhampir, his kind is and blood of the Nether. Piercing red glowing eyes, snapped open of a sudden—breaking the calm in the place Radu had chosen this fateful night to rest his head.
Was it a sound that had awakened him or simply a feeling that something was off in the stillness of this night?
Then it came—a whisper unlike another he had ever heard. Calling his name...
"Radu Hove. You are chosen above all of your realm. The multiverse needs Champions once more."
The awakened sleeper rises to a sitting position and peers into the shadowy vacancy of his surroundings, but sees nothing amiss—nothing out of place.
"Seek out the legendary Shrine of the Dead God, Kwll. Defeat the guardian. Reveal the gate."
The muscular Dhampir listens, as the disembodied powerful whisper speaks yet again. He rolls out of his resting place, takes up the half spent candle in its holder at the side of his bed, and takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the voice.
"Find the key. Unlock the Dark Eye of Oblivion. Enter the City on the Edge of Forever. Destiny awaits the Champions Eternal..."
Something catches the alert Dhampir's eye in his periphery. He turns to see a mirror hanging before him a short distance away and brings the illumination of the candle up to better see the reflection within. What he sees there catches him off-guard and causes him to drop the holder, with its lit candle. The face looking back at him from the flat surface is not his own, but that of a muscular bald male with ashen grey skin and eyes aflame like his own.
As the candle hits the floor, Radu is startled awake. He turns and notices the candle and its holder are no longer at the side of his resting place, but on the floor. The smoke from its extinguished wick twirls upward, like a fleeting spectre, into the air...
Six nights ago...
There was a peaceful serenity in a handsome, pale face wreathed in long pure, black locks. Dhampir, his kind is and blood of the Nether. Piercing red glowing eyes, snapped open of a sudden—breaking the calm in the place Radu had chosen this fateful night to rest his head.
Was it a sound that had awakened him or simply a feeling that something was off in the stillness of this night?
Then it came—a whisper unlike another he had ever heard. Calling his name...
"Radu Hove. You are chosen above all of your realm. The multiverse needs Champions once more."
The awakened sleeper rises to a sitting position and peers into the shadowy vacancy of his surroundings, but sees nothing amiss—nothing out of place.
"Seek out the legendary Shrine of the Dead God, Kwll. Defeat the guardian. Reveal the gate."
The muscular Dhampir listens, as the disembodied powerful whisper speaks yet again. He rolls out of his resting place, takes up the half spent candle in its holder at the side of his bed, and takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the voice.
"Find the key. Unlock the Dark Eye of Oblivion. Enter the City on the Edge of Forever. Destiny awaits the Champions Eternal..."
Something catches the alert Dhampir's eye in his periphery. He turns to see a mirror hanging before him a short distance away and brings the illumination of the candle up to better see the reflection within. What he sees there catches him off-guard and causes him to drop the holder, with its lit candle. The face looking back at him from the flat surface is not his own, but that of a muscular bald male with ashen grey skin and eyes aflame like his own.
As the candle hits the floor, Radu is startled awake. He turns and notices the candle and its holder are no longer at the side of his resting place, but on the floor. The smoke from its extinguished wick twirls upward, like a fleeting spectre, into the air...
Jul 15, 2023 10:33 pm
"What in the nine hells?" Radu says, immediately awake and alert. He sits up, his muscular, pale red upper body coming freed of the bed sheets. He turns his heads and notes the two sleeping women next to him: Crimson Queens - those that exchange their bodies and blood for favor and power. He stands, quickly wrapping his naked form in a dark robe.
He stands within the bedchamber of his manor. This room, like all the others, match the exterior of the manor - large, gothic, dark, and ostentatious. He steps to the candle and bends to pick it up. His long, dark hair falls down over his shoulders, outlining the short spiraled horns on his head. "Idz," he says gruffly, "Are you there? Was this your doing?"
He stands within the bedchamber of his manor. This room, like all the others, match the exterior of the manor - large, gothic, dark, and ostentatious. He steps to the candle and bends to pick it up. His long, dark hair falls down over his shoulders, outlining the short spiraled horns on his head. "Idz," he says gruffly, "Are you there? Was this your doing?"
Jul 15, 2023 10:34 pm
Idz
As if summoned by the Dhampir's naming, a black butterfly emerges from the darkness at the corners of the room.
"What are you caterwauling about Fang Boy? Some of us are trying to get some shuteye up in here. NO! Wasn't me! So—go bang your whores and give me a break, huh?"
The angry butterfly flitters back toward the darkness...
Jul 15, 2023 10:35 pm
"Idz," Radu says, commanding the creature. "You will remain a moment. Did you sense a disturbance during my slumber at all? If it were not you, it seems I have been summoned by someone, or something. What do you know of the Shrine of the Dead God, Kwll?"
Jul 15, 2023 10:36 pm
Idz
"Disturbance?" The pesky little demon questions. "Like a fart in the night wind?"
"Summoned? Who would summ—? Nevermind. Never heard of this shrine. Should I do some research on it? It may take a while..."
Jul 15, 2023 10:36 pm
Radu exhales and waves his hand dismissively. "Yes, go and learn what you can."
He turns to see Ruby sitting up in the bed.
"Is everything alright, my lord?" she asks.
"I...believe so, yes. You and Rosie will prepare to travel on the morrow. There appears to be a place I must be." He walks gracefully over to the bed and drops his cloak before crawling back into the bed. "Until then, I have need of your sweet gifts, my Queen." He presses his lips and body to hers and takes her.
He turns to see Ruby sitting up in the bed.
"Is everything alright, my lord?" she asks.
"I...believe so, yes. You and Rosie will prepare to travel on the morrow. There appears to be a place I must be." He walks gracefully over to the bed and drops his cloak before crawling back into the bed. "Until then, I have need of your sweet gifts, my Queen." He presses his lips and body to hers and takes her.
Jul 15, 2023 10:45 pm
Lucian Falken
Four nights ago...
There was a peaceful serenity in an almost angelic face wreathed in locks of black hair. Aasimar, his kind is. Blue-lilac eyes, snapped open of a sudden—breaking the calm in the place Lucian had chosen this fateful night to rest his head.
Was it a sound that had awakened him or simply a feeling that something was off in the stillness of this night?
Then it came—a whisper unlike another she had ever heard. Calling her name...
"Lucian Falken. You are chosen above all of your realm. The multiverse needs Champions once more."
The awakened sleeper rises to a sitting position and peers into the shadowy vacancy of his surroundings, but sees nothing amiss—nothing out of place.
"Seek out the legendary Shrine of the Dead God, Kwll. Defeat the guardian. Reveal the gate."
The Fallen Aasimar listens, as the disembodied powerful whisper speaks yet again. He rolls out of his resting place, takes up the half spent candle in its holder at the side of his bed, and takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the voice.
"Find the key. Unlock the Dark Eye of Oblivion. Enter the City on the Edge of Forever. Destiny awaits the Champions Eternal..."
Something catches the alert Aasimar's eye in his periphery. He turns to see a mirror hanging before him a short distance away and brings the illumination of the candle up to better see the reflection within. What he sees there catches him off-guard and causes him to drop the holder, with its lit candle. The face looking back at him from the flat surface is not his own, but that of a young Human female—pleasant to behold.
As the candle hits the floor, Lucian is startled awake. He turns and notices the candle and its holder are no longer at the side of his resting place, but on the floor. The smoke from its extinguished wick twirls upward, like a fleeting spectre, into the air...
Four nights ago...
There was a peaceful serenity in an almost angelic face wreathed in locks of black hair. Aasimar, his kind is. Blue-lilac eyes, snapped open of a sudden—breaking the calm in the place Lucian had chosen this fateful night to rest his head.
Was it a sound that had awakened him or simply a feeling that something was off in the stillness of this night?
Then it came—a whisper unlike another she had ever heard. Calling her name...
"Lucian Falken. You are chosen above all of your realm. The multiverse needs Champions once more."
The awakened sleeper rises to a sitting position and peers into the shadowy vacancy of his surroundings, but sees nothing amiss—nothing out of place.
"Seek out the legendary Shrine of the Dead God, Kwll. Defeat the guardian. Reveal the gate."
The Fallen Aasimar listens, as the disembodied powerful whisper speaks yet again. He rolls out of his resting place, takes up the half spent candle in its holder at the side of his bed, and takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the voice.
"Find the key. Unlock the Dark Eye of Oblivion. Enter the City on the Edge of Forever. Destiny awaits the Champions Eternal..."
Something catches the alert Aasimar's eye in his periphery. He turns to see a mirror hanging before him a short distance away and brings the illumination of the candle up to better see the reflection within. What he sees there catches him off-guard and causes him to drop the holder, with its lit candle. The face looking back at him from the flat surface is not his own, but that of a young Human female—pleasant to behold.
As the candle hits the floor, Lucian is startled awake. He turns and notices the candle and its holder are no longer at the side of his resting place, but on the floor. The smoke from its extinguished wick twirls upward, like a fleeting spectre, into the air...
Jul 15, 2023 10:47 pm
His jolt upon waking ended up with him sitting upright as he watched the candle's smoke drift and vanish. This was nothing new for Lucian in general - between terrors and their memories from his mind and the very real, very strange things that happened to him - and his only sleeping partner gave a snuff of light concern. He reached over to the pseudodragon's head and stroked the path down the center of it with the tips of two fingers. The little dragon, a male, was the colours of sand and dirt; an oddly pleasant combination as the darker brown of his feet, horns and wing bones gave in to the varying shades of yellow the closer to the center of the dragon it got.
"It's alright, Useless." The name wasn't given by Lucian, but by his friend themselves. Even though he disagreed with the name, he followed his friend's wishes and used it. Useless, sensing that Lucian was still unsettled, woke up fully and sat by his side. The dragon wasn't wrong, as he could feel the tension going through him. The desire to fight the threat which didn't exist at this specific moment. His eyes fell onto the sole mirror in the room, and he got up to look before really thinking about it.
The room was the small one he had rented on a weekly basis when he had entered this city. Not ideal, but he had never yet stayed for long in one place, so he couldn't justify the expense of a more permanent - or more expensive - arrangement. Everything he owned was kept within his saddlebags or his magical bag.
The night had been a warm one and Lucian didn't bother throwing a shirt on. If someone walked in he was decent enough in pants, and that wouldn't really be the issue in that event anyway. The mirror showed him what he expected to see - a slim, almost too pale but not quite yet white skinned man. There was no trace of the female from his dream, or vision thing. No, his hair was it's normal black - if messy from his sleep - and his eyes were their usual odd blend of light blue and lilac. He leaned closer to the mirror and felt an odd sense of relief when he could see the now familiar darkness within them. A hint of madness, perhaps, but the lingering effect of predatory instincts and horrors survived.
He let out a breath in relief before shifting to pick up the candle and return it to it's place. Useless cocked his head to the side and offered a chitter in question. Luci just smiled slightly until he came to a decision. The shrine wasn't exactly far, and there were only two days left before he needed to pay more rent. "What do you say to a road trip? Wouldn't be the first time we've followed a strange being." The little dragon seemed to think for a moment before chirping in enthusiasm. "Wonderful, I'm sure Marengo would like to get out of the stables again as well." Until dawn though, an attempt to gain more rest.
"It's alright, Useless." The name wasn't given by Lucian, but by his friend themselves. Even though he disagreed with the name, he followed his friend's wishes and used it. Useless, sensing that Lucian was still unsettled, woke up fully and sat by his side. The dragon wasn't wrong, as he could feel the tension going through him. The desire to fight the threat which didn't exist at this specific moment. His eyes fell onto the sole mirror in the room, and he got up to look before really thinking about it.
The room was the small one he had rented on a weekly basis when he had entered this city. Not ideal, but he had never yet stayed for long in one place, so he couldn't justify the expense of a more permanent - or more expensive - arrangement. Everything he owned was kept within his saddlebags or his magical bag.
The night had been a warm one and Lucian didn't bother throwing a shirt on. If someone walked in he was decent enough in pants, and that wouldn't really be the issue in that event anyway. The mirror showed him what he expected to see - a slim, almost too pale but not quite yet white skinned man. There was no trace of the female from his dream, or vision thing. No, his hair was it's normal black - if messy from his sleep - and his eyes were their usual odd blend of light blue and lilac. He leaned closer to the mirror and felt an odd sense of relief when he could see the now familiar darkness within them. A hint of madness, perhaps, but the lingering effect of predatory instincts and horrors survived.
He let out a breath in relief before shifting to pick up the candle and return it to it's place. Useless cocked his head to the side and offered a chitter in question. Luci just smiled slightly until he came to a decision. The shrine wasn't exactly far, and there were only two days left before he needed to pay more rent. "What do you say to a road trip? Wouldn't be the first time we've followed a strange being." The little dragon seemed to think for a moment before chirping in enthusiasm. "Wonderful, I'm sure Marengo would like to get out of the stables again as well." Until dawn though, an attempt to gain more rest.
Jul 15, 2023 10:48 pm
Useless
Useless nuzzles up against Lucian and soon falls back asleep. Tomorrow would be a long day and the first of many to come.
Jul 15, 2023 10:51 pm
Leh'veia
Four nights ago...
There was a peaceful serenity in a beautiful feminine, pale red face wreathed on the right side in raven black locks. Twisting dark horns adorn her forehead. Tielfing, her kind is. Purple eyes, like priceless amethyst, snapped open of a sudden—breaking the calm in the place Leh'veia had chosen this fateful night to rest her head.
Was it a sound that had awakened her or simply a feeling that something was off in the stillness of this night?
Then it came—a whisper unlike another she had ever heard. Calling her name...
"Leh'veia. You are chosen above all of your realm. The multiverse needs Champions once more."
The awakened sleeper rises to a sitting position and peers into the shadowy vacancy of her surroundings, but sees nothing amiss—nothing out of place.
"Seek out the legendary Shrine of the Dead God, Kwll. Defeat the guardian. Reveal the gate."
The Tiefling listens, as the disembodied powerful whisper speaks yet again. She rolls out of her resting place, takes up the half spent candle in its holder at the side of her bed, and takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the voice.
"Find the key. Unlock the Dark Eye of Oblivion. Enter the City on the Edge of Forever. Destiny awaits the Champions Eternal..."
Something catches the alert Tielfing's eye in her periphery. She turns to see a mirror hanging before her a short distance away and brings the illumination of the candle up to better see the reflection within. What she sees there catches her off-guard and causes her to drop the holder, with its lit candle. The face looking back at her from the flat surface is not her own, but that of a snow-white Moonnfolk female—lovely and enticing.
As the candle hits the floor, Leh'veia is startled awake. She turns and notices the candle and its holder are no longer at the side of her resting place, but on the floor. The smoke from its extinguished wick twirls upward, like a fleeting spectre, into the air...
Four nights ago...
There was a peaceful serenity in a beautiful feminine, pale red face wreathed on the right side in raven black locks. Twisting dark horns adorn her forehead. Tielfing, her kind is. Purple eyes, like priceless amethyst, snapped open of a sudden—breaking the calm in the place Leh'veia had chosen this fateful night to rest her head.
Was it a sound that had awakened her or simply a feeling that something was off in the stillness of this night?
Then it came—a whisper unlike another she had ever heard. Calling her name...
"Leh'veia. You are chosen above all of your realm. The multiverse needs Champions once more."
The awakened sleeper rises to a sitting position and peers into the shadowy vacancy of her surroundings, but sees nothing amiss—nothing out of place.
"Seek out the legendary Shrine of the Dead God, Kwll. Defeat the guardian. Reveal the gate."
The Tiefling listens, as the disembodied powerful whisper speaks yet again. She rolls out of her resting place, takes up the half spent candle in its holder at the side of her bed, and takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the voice.
"Find the key. Unlock the Dark Eye of Oblivion. Enter the City on the Edge of Forever. Destiny awaits the Champions Eternal..."
Something catches the alert Tielfing's eye in her periphery. She turns to see a mirror hanging before her a short distance away and brings the illumination of the candle up to better see the reflection within. What she sees there catches her off-guard and causes her to drop the holder, with its lit candle. The face looking back at her from the flat surface is not her own, but that of a snow-white Moonnfolk female—lovely and enticing.
As the candle hits the floor, Leh'veia is startled awake. She turns and notices the candle and its holder are no longer at the side of her resting place, but on the floor. The smoke from its extinguished wick twirls upward, like a fleeting spectre, into the air...
Jul 15, 2023 10:55 pm
Leh'veia propped herself up on an elbow to look at where the candle lay a few feet from the bed. Messages had been delivered to her in dreams before, but having details manifest in the real world without the actual presence of a demon, which So'yyee or Paiknevisex would have warned her of, is a new one.
The sound of the sheets moving let her know her movement had woken someone else. The hand that softly caressed her breast told her it was The Empress Pala. "Why are you awake Lehv?" she asked in a soft whisper as her hand continued to travel lightly across the tiefling's skin. The dark caramel of the Pala's hand was stark contrast to the faded crimson of Leh'veia's. The touch sent shivers of desire through the bard's demon blood, but the message from the dream called her. Palknevisex, the Leh'veia's bound demon of desire rose next on the other side of Pala, their current form that of a plump copper haired youth that had caught the attention of the royal eyes earlier that day. The demon was bound to fulfil any desire Leh'veia had, and it watched now for a signal where to begin. As skilled as Palnevsex was at their art, Leh'veia did not desire that in the moment and motioned toward the table across the room where her preferred honey wine was being chilled for morning refreshment.
As the demon went to complete it's assigned task, Leh'veia moved toward the end of the bed, careful not to rouse the emperor from his sleep as she had his wife. Padding softly toward the moonlit balcony, the devil woman allowed the silk curtains to embrace her bare skin as she passed from the warm room into the chill air of the night. The guards stationed at either end of the balcony turned to note her presence. Their eyes should have gone back to watching the night as soon as possible, but few could resist staring at Leh'veia.
She felt their eyes trying to trace the path of the tattooed dragon as it wound around her lithe shoulders to her large breasts and back to the small of her back, just above her tight buttocks. Or maybe she guessed wrong and it was the snake on her well toned thighs that wove itself through the demon skull and desert plants, ending high on her hip as if poised to strike anyone attempting to breach her most intimate regions without permission. Or perhaps the moonlight had caught one of the many beautiful pieces of jewels she used to adorn her nipples, navel, or sex that had held their rapt attention. The helm's the emperor's bodyguards wore darkened the eyes of the guards so Leh'veia couldn't be sure where their eyes lingered, but she knew at least that they did. A yawn overtook her and Leh'veia stretched and flexed her dancers legs so she rose up on her toes, and her arms high into the sky. She shook out her coal black hair and the last traces of sleep from her mind as the empress joined her, equally skyclad.
The guards were much quicker to return to their duties and pretending the two women didn't exist. It was one thing to ogle the royal companion when she paraded around the bedchamber naked, it was a crime punishable by death to be caught doing the same to the wife of the ruler of these lands and this castle. He was a jealous man after all. It had taken more than a little convincing by Pala and Leh'veia that he should quit thundering about and just get in bed with them when they had all first met all those months ago. The shorter woman wrapped her arms around Leh'veia and pressed her slightly smaller chest against the bard's back. Leh'veia leaned into the embrace and the pair stood quietly for a time. Soft kisses from the empress were next, placed at random intervals back and forth across the tieling's back.
In a short time Palknevisex appeared, still wearing the round freckled tawny face of the young peasant boy, the borrowed member proudly parting the curtains first, followed by two goblets of the desired drink. "Again, my love, what has your mind so turned about that you would abandon me so quickly in the dark of night without a word?' Pala asked.
"My apologies, my love, tis but a dream. A dream and a message. One that I knew would one day come, but did not seek. I'm afraid I must part from your home, and your bed." Leh'veia responded.
The empress frowned and sighed. "Well, I had hoped to keep you longer, but if you must go, let tonight be something we remember and cherish." Empress Pala answered. The two women embraced passionately upon the balcony. Then came a bellow from inside the bedchamber. The Emperor had awoken.
"WIFE! Where have you hidden yourself! You are needed!"
The two women laughed. They new exactly what he wanted. So Leh'veia turned to Palknevisex. "Be a dear and go tend to our emperor's needs." The demon's form started to shift into the Empress's but Leh'veia spoke again. "But keep that. Make that a little surprise." She pointed between the demon's legs.
The newly transformed demon entered the room in the nearly complete guise. Several moments later the emperor roared again and Palknevisex reappeared through the curtain, held by the arm by a raging monarch. "My liege, my love, forgive the prank. It was our juvenile attempt at making light of a sad fact. Leh'veia has discovered the next path she must walk. Tonight is our last night together."
"Ah! No, I am not really mad. It was a good jest, but come we must do our best to tempt our beloved Lehv to stay, though I think even I may fail in this endeavor."
The next morning Leh'veia left the royal chambers before either of their majesties rose. She traveled light and had her warhorses ready to find the lost Shrine.
The sound of the sheets moving let her know her movement had woken someone else. The hand that softly caressed her breast told her it was The Empress Pala. "Why are you awake Lehv?" she asked in a soft whisper as her hand continued to travel lightly across the tiefling's skin. The dark caramel of the Pala's hand was stark contrast to the faded crimson of Leh'veia's. The touch sent shivers of desire through the bard's demon blood, but the message from the dream called her. Palknevisex, the Leh'veia's bound demon of desire rose next on the other side of Pala, their current form that of a plump copper haired youth that had caught the attention of the royal eyes earlier that day. The demon was bound to fulfil any desire Leh'veia had, and it watched now for a signal where to begin. As skilled as Palnevsex was at their art, Leh'veia did not desire that in the moment and motioned toward the table across the room where her preferred honey wine was being chilled for morning refreshment.
As the demon went to complete it's assigned task, Leh'veia moved toward the end of the bed, careful not to rouse the emperor from his sleep as she had his wife. Padding softly toward the moonlit balcony, the devil woman allowed the silk curtains to embrace her bare skin as she passed from the warm room into the chill air of the night. The guards stationed at either end of the balcony turned to note her presence. Their eyes should have gone back to watching the night as soon as possible, but few could resist staring at Leh'veia.
She felt their eyes trying to trace the path of the tattooed dragon as it wound around her lithe shoulders to her large breasts and back to the small of her back, just above her tight buttocks. Or maybe she guessed wrong and it was the snake on her well toned thighs that wove itself through the demon skull and desert plants, ending high on her hip as if poised to strike anyone attempting to breach her most intimate regions without permission. Or perhaps the moonlight had caught one of the many beautiful pieces of jewels she used to adorn her nipples, navel, or sex that had held their rapt attention. The helm's the emperor's bodyguards wore darkened the eyes of the guards so Leh'veia couldn't be sure where their eyes lingered, but she knew at least that they did. A yawn overtook her and Leh'veia stretched and flexed her dancers legs so she rose up on her toes, and her arms high into the sky. She shook out her coal black hair and the last traces of sleep from her mind as the empress joined her, equally skyclad.
The guards were much quicker to return to their duties and pretending the two women didn't exist. It was one thing to ogle the royal companion when she paraded around the bedchamber naked, it was a crime punishable by death to be caught doing the same to the wife of the ruler of these lands and this castle. He was a jealous man after all. It had taken more than a little convincing by Pala and Leh'veia that he should quit thundering about and just get in bed with them when they had all first met all those months ago. The shorter woman wrapped her arms around Leh'veia and pressed her slightly smaller chest against the bard's back. Leh'veia leaned into the embrace and the pair stood quietly for a time. Soft kisses from the empress were next, placed at random intervals back and forth across the tieling's back.
In a short time Palknevisex appeared, still wearing the round freckled tawny face of the young peasant boy, the borrowed member proudly parting the curtains first, followed by two goblets of the desired drink. "Again, my love, what has your mind so turned about that you would abandon me so quickly in the dark of night without a word?' Pala asked.
"My apologies, my love, tis but a dream. A dream and a message. One that I knew would one day come, but did not seek. I'm afraid I must part from your home, and your bed." Leh'veia responded.
The empress frowned and sighed. "Well, I had hoped to keep you longer, but if you must go, let tonight be something we remember and cherish." Empress Pala answered. The two women embraced passionately upon the balcony. Then came a bellow from inside the bedchamber. The Emperor had awoken.
"WIFE! Where have you hidden yourself! You are needed!"
The two women laughed. They new exactly what he wanted. So Leh'veia turned to Palknevisex. "Be a dear and go tend to our emperor's needs." The demon's form started to shift into the Empress's but Leh'veia spoke again. "But keep that. Make that a little surprise." She pointed between the demon's legs.
The newly transformed demon entered the room in the nearly complete guise. Several moments later the emperor roared again and Palknevisex reappeared through the curtain, held by the arm by a raging monarch. "My liege, my love, forgive the prank. It was our juvenile attempt at making light of a sad fact. Leh'veia has discovered the next path she must walk. Tonight is our last night together."
"Ah! No, I am not really mad. It was a good jest, but come we must do our best to tempt our beloved Lehv to stay, though I think even I may fail in this endeavor."
The next morning Leh'veia left the royal chambers before either of their majesties rose. She traveled light and had her warhorses ready to find the lost Shrine.
Jul 15, 2023 11:02 pm
Keltos the Seeker
Two nights ago...
There was a peaceful serenity in a flawless porcelain face and it traces of gold beneath. Cyborg, his kind is. Gearhead is the moniker given his type. Silver eyes filled with geometric patterns, snapped open of a sudden—breaking the calm in the place Keltos the Seeker had chosen this fateful night to rest his head.
Was it a sound that had awakened him or simply a feeling that something was off in the stillness of this night?
Then it came—a whisper unlike another he had ever heard. Calling his name...
"Keltos the Seeker. You are chosen above all of your realm. The multiverse needs Champions once more."
The awakened sleeper rises to a sitting position and peers into the shadowy vacancy of his surroundings, but sees nothing amiss—nothing out of place.
"Seek out the legendary Shrine of the Dead God, Kwll. Defeat the guardian. Reveal the gate."
The Cyborg listens, as the disembodied powerful whisper speaks yet again. He rolls out of his resting place, takes up the half spent candle in its holder at the side of his bed, and takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the voice.
"Find the key. Unlock the Dark Eye of Oblivion. Enter the City on the Edge of Forever. Destiny awaits the Champions Eternal..."
Something catches the alert Cyborg's eye in his periphery. He turns to see a mirror hanging before him a short distance away and brings the illumination of the candle up to better see the reflection within. What he sees there catches him off-guard and causes him to drop the holder, with its lit candle. The face looking back at him from the flat surface is not his own, but that of a Yuan-Ti Pureblood female—pleasant, though secretive.
As the candle hits the floor, Keltos is startled awake. He turns and notices the candle and its holder are no longer at the side of his resting place, but on the floor. The smoke from its extinguished wick twirls upward, like a fleeting spectre, into the air...
Two nights ago...
There was a peaceful serenity in a flawless porcelain face and it traces of gold beneath. Cyborg, his kind is. Gearhead is the moniker given his type. Silver eyes filled with geometric patterns, snapped open of a sudden—breaking the calm in the place Keltos the Seeker had chosen this fateful night to rest his head.
Was it a sound that had awakened him or simply a feeling that something was off in the stillness of this night?
Then it came—a whisper unlike another he had ever heard. Calling his name...
"Keltos the Seeker. You are chosen above all of your realm. The multiverse needs Champions once more."
The awakened sleeper rises to a sitting position and peers into the shadowy vacancy of his surroundings, but sees nothing amiss—nothing out of place.
"Seek out the legendary Shrine of the Dead God, Kwll. Defeat the guardian. Reveal the gate."
The Cyborg listens, as the disembodied powerful whisper speaks yet again. He rolls out of his resting place, takes up the half spent candle in its holder at the side of his bed, and takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the voice.
"Find the key. Unlock the Dark Eye of Oblivion. Enter the City on the Edge of Forever. Destiny awaits the Champions Eternal..."
Something catches the alert Cyborg's eye in his periphery. He turns to see a mirror hanging before him a short distance away and brings the illumination of the candle up to better see the reflection within. What he sees there catches him off-guard and causes him to drop the holder, with its lit candle. The face looking back at him from the flat surface is not his own, but that of a Yuan-Ti Pureblood female—pleasant, though secretive.
As the candle hits the floor, Keltos is startled awake. He turns and notices the candle and its holder are no longer at the side of his resting place, but on the floor. The smoke from its extinguished wick twirls upward, like a fleeting spectre, into the air...
Jul 15, 2023 11:03 pm
In the depths of darkness, a hooded figure slowly raises his gaze, unveiling an emotionless mask that conceals his true countenance. Behind the cold visage, eyes pure white, polished and woven through with geometric patterns of gold stare blankly. It is a convergence of ancient magic and enigmatic science, a visual symphony that whisper of secrets untold.
A shudder runs through the figure's form as a flicker of awareness dances across his features, his head tilting with an unsettling insect-like precision, as if sensing the presence of something not of this world. In the dimly lit chamber, lanterns flicker and cast eerie shadows that writhe like specters in the abyss.
With a voice that sends tremors through the very air, the figure speaks, "Take me there." his words both commanding and foreboding. Silence…and a short pause before the room quakes and the seeker finds himself pushed deeply into his chair. His declaration pure and absolute hints of an insatiable hunger for knowledge, and unyielding desire to unravel the mysteries that lie beyond the veil.
A shudder runs through the figure's form as a flicker of awareness dances across his features, his head tilting with an unsettling insect-like precision, as if sensing the presence of something not of this world. In the dimly lit chamber, lanterns flicker and cast eerie shadows that writhe like specters in the abyss.
With a voice that sends tremors through the very air, the figure speaks, "Take me there." his words both commanding and foreboding. Silence…and a short pause before the room quakes and the seeker finds himself pushed deeply into his chair. His declaration pure and absolute hints of an insatiable hunger for knowledge, and unyielding desire to unravel the mysteries that lie beyond the veil.
Jul 15, 2023 11:04 pm
Marcus IV
Not long after the Veritas has gotten under way at Keltos' command, there is a tone at the captain's chamber hatch. With a wave of his hand, Keltos can see an image of his Bo'sun standing outside the cabin.
"Captain Keltos, the Veritas is engaging nexus drive. Should I prepare the crew for battle? What is our objective, Sir?"
Jul 15, 2023 11:05 pm
"ENTER!"
"I have received a vision. A wondrous or terrible journey lay ahead. Ready the crew for war, but pray for peace. We will not be caught unready."
"I have received a vision. A wondrous or terrible journey lay ahead. Ready the crew for war, but pray for peace. We will not be caught unready."
Jul 15, 2023 11:05 pm
Marcus IV
"Aye. I'll ready the crew." He pauses, then asks as he's turning to take his leave. "Our destination, Captain?"
Jul 15, 2023 11:06 pm
"There is a shrine two days from here. A Shrine to the Dead God, Kwill. Legend says there is portal to other worlds within. I have come to believe this is no legend. We have seen much of this world you and I. What say you to new worlds?"
Jul 15, 2023 11:09 pm
Marcus IV
"Bring it on! We're due a change of scenery at that, Captain." The Bo'Sun responds and then makes his exit to roust the crew for their latest adventure.
Jul 15, 2023 11:12 pm
Kris Amani
Killian Maal
Two nights ago...
There was a peaceful serenity in an attractive youthful, feminine, face wreathed in slightly curled black locks. Human, her kind is. Vistani her ethnicity. Pleasant blue grey eyes, snapped open of a sudden—breaking the calm in the place Kris had chosen this fateful night to rest her head.
Was it a sound that had awakened her or simply a feeling that something was off in the stillness of this night?
Then it came—a whisper unlike another she had ever heard. Calling her name...
"Kris Amani. You are chosen above all of your realm. The multiverse needs Champions once more."
The awakened sleeper rises to a sitting position and peers into the shadowy vacancy of her surroundings, but sees nothing amiss—nothing out of place.
"Seek out the legendary Shrine of the Dead God, Kwll. Defeat the guardian. Reveal the gate."
The young Vistani listens, as the disembodied powerful whisper speaks yet again. She rolls out of her resting place, takes up the half spent candle in its holder at the side of her bed, and takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the voice.
"Find the key. Unlock the Dark Eye of Oblivion. Enter the City on the Edge of Forever. Destiny awaits the Champions Eternal..."
Something catches the alert Vistani's eye in her periphery. She turns to see a mirror hanging before her a short distance away and brings the illumination of the candle up to better see the reflection within. What she sees there catches her off-guard and causes her to drop the holder, with its lit candle. The face looking back at her from the flat surface is not her own, but that of a boyishly handsome pale, male Aasimar.
As the candle hits the floor, Kris is startled awake. She turns and notices the candle and its holder are no longer at the side of her resting place, but on the floor. The smoke from its extinguished wick twirls upward, like a fleeting spectre, into the air...
Killian Maal
Two nights ago...
There was a peaceful serenity in an attractive youthful, feminine, face wreathed in slightly curled black locks. Human, her kind is. Vistani her ethnicity. Pleasant blue grey eyes, snapped open of a sudden—breaking the calm in the place Kris had chosen this fateful night to rest her head.
Was it a sound that had awakened her or simply a feeling that something was off in the stillness of this night?
Then it came—a whisper unlike another she had ever heard. Calling her name...
"Kris Amani. You are chosen above all of your realm. The multiverse needs Champions once more."
The awakened sleeper rises to a sitting position and peers into the shadowy vacancy of her surroundings, but sees nothing amiss—nothing out of place.
"Seek out the legendary Shrine of the Dead God, Kwll. Defeat the guardian. Reveal the gate."
The young Vistani listens, as the disembodied powerful whisper speaks yet again. She rolls out of her resting place, takes up the half spent candle in its holder at the side of her bed, and takes a few cautious steps in the direction of the voice.
"Find the key. Unlock the Dark Eye of Oblivion. Enter the City on the Edge of Forever. Destiny awaits the Champions Eternal..."
Something catches the alert Vistani's eye in her periphery. She turns to see a mirror hanging before her a short distance away and brings the illumination of the candle up to better see the reflection within. What she sees there catches her off-guard and causes her to drop the holder, with its lit candle. The face looking back at her from the flat surface is not her own, but that of a boyishly handsome pale, male Aasimar.
As the candle hits the floor, Kris is startled awake. She turns and notices the candle and its holder are no longer at the side of her resting place, but on the floor. The smoke from its extinguished wick twirls upward, like a fleeting spectre, into the air...
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