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Post by Citanest on Feb 2, 2009 16:42:21 GMT -5
The members of the Isle stood on the beach, watching the subtle energies of the Orb course through the twilit sky and down on to the land on which they stood. With a barely perceptible flicker, they felt their combined might reinforced.
The Poisoned One stepped forward, and with his new power he cast a spell, a different spell, the knowledge of which he had acquired from an unbeknownst source.
A scuttling crab began to thrash as its primitive brain began firing uncontrollably. The gathering all smiled.
They now await their new batch of inferior challengers.
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Post by Citanest on Feb 27, 2009 17:55:27 GMT -5
The hazy cloud that had turned the inhabitants of the hell-plane communally psychotic began to fade. The members of the Isle once again returned home victoriously.
But a bitter taste remained in the mouths of some.
The Guild of the Black Art had taken a heavy toll on the pride of the Isle, with Awall's victory over their elder, and the convincing defeats inflicted by many other Guildsmen. The Isle appeared not the dominant force they knew they ought to be.
On the mainland, The Black Orb finally began to power down, and as the last embers of the pandemic of psychosis sputtered out, a tiny white crystal rose from the crest of the sphere. It hovered above the orb for several seconds, before blasting into the sky towards the Isle of Boomfrog.
And there it landed, on the beach at the feet of Xade, surrounded by the Islanders. He picked it up and put it in his pocket.
Boomfrog the necromancer looked about him, and puzzled that he for once appeared in the least weather-beaten condition. He cackled loudly as the group looked at him expectantly.
"Hehe... I suppose you want to know how we shall be using the Orb next? Hehehe. You're all going to love this..."
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Post by boomfrog on Mar 8, 2009 20:57:54 GMT -5
Yes yes, this will work perfectly, this is just what I've needed to complete my creations. If only it would last more then a moon. Still it is a start.
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Post by BioLogIn on Mar 31, 2009 8:18:19 GMT -5
A group of Isle inhabitants once again stood on the beach, waiting for Orb to return to their possession for fourth time. Their numbers were somehow diminished, but still they were a force that dominated and tormented Hell Plane for last few months.
Out of rocks surrounding the beach appeared a hooded figure in a brown robe. As he slowly approached, Isle warlocks turned to him, none surprised - one hardly could trick them in their domain. When visitor approached, he sat back his hood, and spoke slowly:
"I never approved your ways, but is was hardly my business. However, what you're doing to Hell Plane is hardly your business alone. I don't suppose I can talk you out of your arrogant ways, so I guess the only thing I can do is to beat you until you give up your ideas and stop destroying the world we all have to live in."
He paused for a moment, as is weighting his words and actions once again, then continued:
"I officially challenge each Isle member for a duel by the rules of the Hell Plane. Which of you would like to be the first... to die?"
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Post by xade on Apr 1, 2009 19:03:47 GMT -5
For a second, the air infront of Xade shimmers. Walking though the air, garbed in an 8 foot long jacket, weaved together from flame, xade speaks.
"You forget yourself fool. To step onto our Isle is folly. And to speak that way- "
Xade steps back and takes a deep breath before glacing sideways at BioLogIn- a grin on his face.
"Your challenge has been met. See you in the circle."
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Post by BioLogIn on Apr 22, 2009 5:49:11 GMT -5
Standing before collapsed Xade, BioLogIn closes his eyes for a few brief moments. Then, as if trying to get rid off uncertainty, he shakes his head and looks at the group of Islanders. He speaks not, but it is clear that the only question left is: "Who is next?"
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Post by maknud on Apr 22, 2009 14:28:44 GMT -5
The air is silent but for the lapping of the waves, when Maknud says, "BioLogIn, I respect you as a Warlock, even if your choice of companions is nauseating at best."
Murmurs of approval.
"You have beaten Xade in a fair fight, and it is a measure of his respect for you that the fight was fair. But Xade is Elder by tradition, not by trial. Let us now try each other. If you win, I will allow you to assist in my next test of the Orb's power, for never let it be said that Islanders do not acknowledge victory. But when instead you find yourself broken at the feet of the Champion, you will get the hell off of our Isle!"
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Post by BioLogIn on Apr 23, 2009 1:56:48 GMT -5
For a moment, twisted smile appeared on BioLogIn's lips. As they entered the circle, he muttered in a low voice: "The very last thing I would want to do is assisting you in your twisting the Hell Plane".
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Post by BioLogIn on May 1, 2009 9:32:56 GMT -5
Poisoner was silent. Staring at remaining Islanders, BioLogIn spoke: - Your Elder and your Champion have already fallen. It is the power of the Orb that supports your claims and you arrogant ways. But once you'll be left without it, and then... He pauses for a moment to regain his breath, and continues: - I ask you once again: give up your crooked ways. Stop twisting this realm with your ambitions. There are still things to learn about this place and it's laws; there is no need to tear it apart in a meaningless fights versus other clans.
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Post by BioLogIn on May 11, 2009 15:50:57 GMT -5
BioLogIn waited, but Islanders were silent. Moreover, they somehow seemed distant and absent-minded, as if it wasn't their Elder and their Champion who collasped on this very sand a few minutes ago. Finally, raising his eyebrows in disbelief, BioLogIn spoke: - Should I presume you've finally came to your senses?
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Post by vermont on May 11, 2009 23:11:50 GMT -5
Vermont manages to stumble from his cave, muttering to himself. Finally noticing the remnants of the battles, he flips up his hand, says 'Meh, some other time', and shuffles back to his cave.
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Post by BioLogIn on May 12, 2009 5:48:10 GMT -5
Tension clearly seemed to fade away, and for the first time on the Isle BioLogIn openly smiled.
"I see. So much of being "evil" and "arrogant", eh? Xade and Maknud, I cannot hold a grudge towards The Isle anymore, since your "mates" obviously are more reasonable then you are and don't share your attitude. But if you two still hold to it, I promise we will meet again... really soon."
Pulling up a hood, BioLogIn turned and started slowly walking away from the beach.
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Post by xade on May 13, 2009 18:36:30 GMT -5
His eyes snapping back open, Xade take in the scene before him.
Maknud, lying on the ground. and BioLogIn slowly walking away.
"This will not happen on my Isle." Xade speaks as he pulls himself off the ground.
Charging at full speed, Xade crashes into the back of BioLogIn, and once again, the battle is joined...
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Post by BioLogIn on May 21, 2009 6:35:47 GMT -5
Seeing as Xade falls and Maknud dashes foward, BioLogIn frantically waves his hands. - This is getting repetitive, isn't it? I hope you're going to take care of your Elder instead of throwing yourself at me... Anyway, as I already mentioned, I'm done and I'm leaving. You know where to find me if you'd like to, but I warn you - do prepare yourself then.
Making but a few steps away, BioLogIn suddenly turns back and calmly, but loudly speaks: - I'll find a way to stop you from torturing the Plane with the Orb.
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Post by xade on May 30, 2009 8:59:16 GMT -5
Laying on the ground, with a face twisted from his second defeat to the Master, Xade smiles.
BioLogIn may be the greatest warlock in this lay, but the isle still hold sway with the power of the orb.
And with that power, BioLogIn will pay.
xade breaks out into a twisted laugh as he informs the reaper (or twister, or threader or whatever the word I'm forgetting is) of how his isle will twist the powers of the orb next...
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