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"It's In The Display Case"
Khuqua stated once again.
Khuqua stated once again.
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He walked to the display-case and lifted it up, grabbing the sword.
He held it up and stared at the blade, with a look like he was for the first time in love, smiling at it.
He held it up and stared at the blade, with a look like he was for the first time in love, smiling at it.
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"Sure."
Khuqua grunted.
OOC: Remember that he's put protective barriers on it so you can't really wield it.
Khuqua grunted.
OOC: Remember that he's put protective barriers on it so you can't really wield it.
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He looked at Sharuk and he gave a last, painful look at the sword, before handing it over in sadness to Sharuk.
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Sharûk lifted the sword in one hand, tested its balance a little then brought it down in a swooping blow through the air. Then suddenly, he collapsed. "What trickery is this?" He shouted, gasping for breath. "I can tear down mountains, kill dragons with my bare hands. I can lay cities to ruin single-handed, but I cannot even endure swinging one blow with this sword! Take it, I will not wield such a weapon." Sharûk handed the sword to Nicanor furiousely, then frowned at the Forgemaster.
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Khuqua laughed.
"You cannot wield it. Only the one who is meant to wield it can, and who that is is beyone me."
"You cannot wield it. Only the one who is meant to wield it can, and who that is is beyone me."
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He looked surprised at the God of War, and hold the sword.
''Hm.. maybe I can try to wield it.. again?'' he asked cautious.
''Hm.. maybe I can try to wield it.. again?'' he asked cautious.
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"You HAVE tried."
Khuqua said to Nicanor.
"Maybe you'l be able to wield it some day, but i doubt you can now."
Khuqua said to Nicanor.
"Maybe you'l be able to wield it some day, but i doubt you can now."
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''.. Damnit!'' he mumbled and he carefully put it back in his deepest respect for the sword.
He sighed and gazed at the exit.
He sighed and gazed at the exit.
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"I do though actually, have something for both of you..."
Khuqua sounded like he suddenly remembered something.
He started searching in the various crates of things he had made over the years, looking for somehting.
Khuqua sounded like he suddenly remembered something.
He started searching in the various crates of things he had made over the years, looking for somehting.
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''Eh?'' he asked, curiously.
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"I will tell you two one thing, I will not ally with neighter Methos nor Psion. The God of War will stand and fall alone in this war. I will stand my ground, and if it is my destiny, I will survive. Aid might come, but I will fight alone!" Sharûk spoke in a tone as firm as bedrock. He hadn't noticed Khuqua beginning to search in the crates.
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"I promised to Upper God to make a Celestium Artefact for each of the gods in case of a war..."
He pulled out two strange chunks of Celestium.
"Ah! Here they are!"
He gave one to Sharûk, and one to Nicanor.
"They are very special, these artefacts. When somebody holds them they change into the weapon of choice for that person. Which in my case, is raw metal."
Khuqua laughed. He completely ignored what Sharûk just said.
He pulled out two strange chunks of Celestium.
"Ah! Here they are!"
He gave one to Sharûk, and one to Nicanor.
"They are very special, these artefacts. When somebody holds them they change into the weapon of choice for that person. Which in my case, is raw metal."
Khuqua laughed. He completely ignored what Sharûk just said.
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He frowned at Sharuk.
''What will you be, an enemy?''
He took the chunk and he thought of an object, and it transformed into a sword that looked very much like the Upper God's sword.
''What will you be, an enemy?''
He took the chunk and he thought of an object, and it transformed into a sword that looked very much like the Upper God's sword.
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Khuqua smiled.
"I have imbued them with runes that also shape after their owner.
I don't know what the effects will be, but you will probably find out."
He then turned to his work again.
OOC: I haef to go pretty soon. I propose you end the RP with Khuqua for now
"I have imbued them with runes that also shape after their owner.
I don't know what the effects will be, but you will probably find out."
He then turned to his work again.
OOC: I haef to go pretty soon. I propose you end the RP with Khuqua for now
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''Very well..''
''Let us go..'' he mumbled, and he gazed at the sword and turned, leaving the forgery.
''Let us go..'' he mumbled, and he gazed at the sword and turned, leaving the forgery.
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OOC: One on the three planes he has power in. Those are where the temple lies. Any way back to methos decent into darkness.
IC: He felt himself drifting between his soul and darkness. The spell he was looking for was found. "Call upon a sacrifice, one of our greatest heroes." Soon a black robed man was in the rooms. "Call the holy man of god. Call upon the traitor. Call upon the blessings of death and all shall be given." A priest and a lich in chains were brought forth. "I make this sacrifice to appease a god. Grant us the first wave of battles to victory. Let the all of a great hero flow to the pot." The robed man was thrown into a pit of dark burning lava. "Let the Holy Man join him." The Priest was pushed into the same lava. "The traitor is torn apart by his very soul and this is the final soul to be merged." The lich was ripped apart and thrown into the dark lava. The lava now twisted and turned. "I summon a being beyond the grave, let it take form and create the being. I summon that is eternal. I summon the wrath of the death god. I summon the necrotic titan, the fearless undead, the master of death. I summon the first Necrotic King. Come forth and rule until the new king is found, King Ethane." The lava turned from a potful to humanoid being. to changed into flesh and organs. It feature becoming more and more remembered. His eyes opened and the spell was done. He was clothed in black royal shirt and pants. his hair black and he took his crown and wore it. He was given a sword forged by methos. "I listen to the call of death and rule of all he created. My oath forestalled by time and now is restored. All serves death in the end."
Methos fell into darkness of time and saw an event so powerful that reached into the past. The chains were broken and he was in them. He could not be stopped or killed. The upper god stood their as the final words were "Lock his power away and take his soul into a automaton. He will be placed in your forges, his power hidden in his very home. This is his destiny." He would see himself in the body. Working with the forge master. He crafted weapons for the other gods. Later he saw himself seeing his body destroyed and the dark rage took over. He merged with some celestruim and other metals to make a body fit for a death god. He escaped and found his powers. Now he saw the army of undead, demons and powerful followers besieging the castle. He heard wars voice. "The god of death and evil is breaking thought. How did this happen?" Another voice, Psion. "We fell into his trap, he wanted to be caught. He killed the evil under the earth and merged with it power. How we have fallen to his dark rage." Methos was now back to his time. "No, I can't. I wouldn't, I can differ this way by killing psion. No, this is just a choice. His power is getting to me." He got up and walked to his room. The circle merged the three castles that methos owned. The walk took a turn and he entered his room. He was falling and must rest. He sent a message to War. "Help my followers as now they are in need, I am truly falling into darkness. My fate is to enter the necrotic lands one more time and become the Horseman of Death. My son will be in charge. This might be my last message to anyone. I must face Psion one on one. So, good bye my dear friend." Methos slept to recover. He would begin the long journey to his fight with psion.
IC: He felt himself drifting between his soul and darkness. The spell he was looking for was found. "Call upon a sacrifice, one of our greatest heroes." Soon a black robed man was in the rooms. "Call the holy man of god. Call upon the traitor. Call upon the blessings of death and all shall be given." A priest and a lich in chains were brought forth. "I make this sacrifice to appease a god. Grant us the first wave of battles to victory. Let the all of a great hero flow to the pot." The robed man was thrown into a pit of dark burning lava. "Let the Holy Man join him." The Priest was pushed into the same lava. "The traitor is torn apart by his very soul and this is the final soul to be merged." The lich was ripped apart and thrown into the dark lava. The lava now twisted and turned. "I summon a being beyond the grave, let it take form and create the being. I summon that is eternal. I summon the wrath of the death god. I summon the necrotic titan, the fearless undead, the master of death. I summon the first Necrotic King. Come forth and rule until the new king is found, King Ethane." The lava turned from a potful to humanoid being. to changed into flesh and organs. It feature becoming more and more remembered. His eyes opened and the spell was done. He was clothed in black royal shirt and pants. his hair black and he took his crown and wore it. He was given a sword forged by methos. "I listen to the call of death and rule of all he created. My oath forestalled by time and now is restored. All serves death in the end."
Methos fell into darkness of time and saw an event so powerful that reached into the past. The chains were broken and he was in them. He could not be stopped or killed. The upper god stood their as the final words were "Lock his power away and take his soul into a automaton. He will be placed in your forges, his power hidden in his very home. This is his destiny." He would see himself in the body. Working with the forge master. He crafted weapons for the other gods. Later he saw himself seeing his body destroyed and the dark rage took over. He merged with some celestruim and other metals to make a body fit for a death god. He escaped and found his powers. Now he saw the army of undead, demons and powerful followers besieging the castle. He heard wars voice. "The god of death and evil is breaking thought. How did this happen?" Another voice, Psion. "We fell into his trap, he wanted to be caught. He killed the evil under the earth and merged with it power. How we have fallen to his dark rage." Methos was now back to his time. "No, I can't. I wouldn't, I can differ this way by killing psion. No, this is just a choice. His power is getting to me." He got up and walked to his room. The circle merged the three castles that methos owned. The walk took a turn and he entered his room. He was falling and must rest. He sent a message to War. "Help my followers as now they are in need, I am truly falling into darkness. My fate is to enter the necrotic lands one more time and become the Horseman of Death. My son will be in charge. This might be my last message to anyone. I must face Psion one on one. So, good bye my dear friend." Methos slept to recover. He would begin the long journey to his fight with psion.
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OOC:
SoL, may I suggest explaining just what the hell you said there? It seems that your up to your old tricks of creating lore and an uber, indestructible titan of death to control the RP.
With the more powerful Gods out of the room, Jeerax approached Khuqua.
"I'll just invade your privacy for another moment," Jeerax said. "You wanted to see me?"
SoL, may I suggest explaining just what the hell you said there? It seems that your up to your old tricks of creating lore and an uber, indestructible titan of death to control the RP.
With the more powerful Gods out of the room, Jeerax approached Khuqua.
"I'll just invade your privacy for another moment," Jeerax said. "You wanted to see me?"
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OOC: I used magic and divine power to summon the first Necrotic King (Divine servant). Then he goes into a seeing version of the future where he becomes the bad guy. He really does not like that so he heads of and leaves his son in control, while he enters the necrotic lands and trains back to Horseman skill. *Which in the process, he leaves all but his own power over death. No magic, no future sight and no undead powers. So he really becomes powerful over death and a weapons master.* So no OP here just careful planning.
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OOC: Sigh...
SoL, you know what? You're getting better at RPing, but you lack one skill:
Ask The DM.
Before you do something, ASK THE DM IF YOU'RE ALLOWED TO DO IT.
If you don't you risk getting kicked.
Now, before you actually use your newly invented RP elements, ask gyro if you are allowed to create them in the first place.
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Khuqua smiled.
"Follow me."
He said, and walked into a hidden chamber of the forge.
SoL, you know what? You're getting better at RPing, but you lack one skill:
Ask The DM.
Before you do something, ASK THE DM IF YOU'RE ALLOWED TO DO IT.
If you don't you risk getting kicked.
Now, before you actually use your newly invented RP elements, ask gyro if you are allowed to create them in the first place.
IC:
Khuqua smiled.
"Follow me."
He said, and walked into a hidden chamber of the forge.
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OOC: Tell, tell, tell! Curious! But seriously, Sol, mind giving some details about your servant's powers?
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OOC: Tell what?
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OOC: What is in the secret chamber, mofo!
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OOC: CC's not online, sorry. 
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OOC: *Second grudge against Dragonson*, anyways, I'm just wondering when we'll 'ride' to battle.
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OOC: The good RP'er doesn't care about personal grudges.
-Rules of the Roleplayer, Page 11.
-Rules of the Roleplayer, Page 11.
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OOC: A real Roleplayer doesn't advertise his RP in his signature.
Got ya there,, anyways, we should stop spamming I presume.
Got ya there,
, anyways, we should stop spamming I presume.
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OOC: And why doesn't a real RPer advertise his RP in his Signature? ^^
It's badass, so why not?
EDIT: Let's stop this now, we're getting off topic.
It's badass, so why not?
EDIT: Let's stop this now, we're getting off topic.
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IC: Sharûk was riding alone back to the Fields of Eternal Combat. He was to summon the Captains of Blood and the Seven Marshals. He would fight alone and he new it, so he knew he had to rally his own forces. He had recieved a message from the Iron Tower that a vast demon army was on the move. Only the God of War knew the demons well enough to truly defeat them.
OOC: Well, others probably do to.
IC: "Grand Marshal Shalay, there are a vast tribe of ogres at our gates! They ask to parley with you!" The guard captain had ran into the command tent almost in panic. "What? I will see to it at once. let them in!" She answered and the guard captain ran out again and shouted for the gates to be opened. In a few minutes, the ogre leader and his advisors and sons entered the tent. "I have seen your banner. You are holy men. Sharûk have blessed you as he have blessed my tribesmen and I." The ogre chief said, a little staggering at first. "I am Grushnuk, chieftain of the Beastrager Tribe! I wish to swear fealty to your tribe! I want to serve you under the blessing of Sharûk!" "You will stay here tonight. I will pray to Sharûk, and tomorrow you will know his will." The ogre chieftain seemed pleased at this, then went outside where they had already set up their tents.
OOC: Well, others probably do to.
IC: "Grand Marshal Shalay, there are a vast tribe of ogres at our gates! They ask to parley with you!" The guard captain had ran into the command tent almost in panic. "What? I will see to it at once. let them in!" She answered and the guard captain ran out again and shouted for the gates to be opened. In a few minutes, the ogre leader and his advisors and sons entered the tent. "I have seen your banner. You are holy men. Sharûk have blessed you as he have blessed my tribesmen and I." The ogre chief said, a little staggering at first. "I am Grushnuk, chieftain of the Beastrager Tribe! I wish to swear fealty to your tribe! I want to serve you under the blessing of Sharûk!" "You will stay here tonight. I will pray to Sharûk, and tomorrow you will know his will." The ogre chieftain seemed pleased at this, then went outside where they had already set up their tents.
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OOC: So, you have nothing against SoL's summoning of a "Death Titan"? -.-
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''That sword is beautiful, isn't?'' he asked dreamy as he walked back.
His voice was strange..
However, he noticed Sharuk was gone and grumbled something, moving on.
His voice was strange..
However, he noticed Sharuk was gone and grumbled something, moving on.
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OOC: I was, but I'll change it.
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OOC: And now we need something to happen, .
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OOC: It not a death titan but a powerful undead king. The first necrotic king, Ethane has powerful magic and control over death. He is also a skilled fighter. He has a sword blessed by methos to corrupt any mortal soul it touched. This sword is known as "Methos Cursed Dark Blade". Ethane is the first high death lord and ruler of them. He grew in magic and gained skill with his blade. He was killed by the most holy of paladins (God of War's head paladin) in a battle between methos and Sharûk. Any other questions?
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OOC: "Methos Cursed Dark Blade"?
A Dark, Cursed Blade made of Methoses? O.ô
Make a better name dude. :/
Also, i'm pretty sure gyro didn't ask for backstory on your "Necrotic King", he said it wasn't approved. :S
A Dark, Cursed Blade made of Methoses? O.ô
Make a better name dude. :/
Also, i'm pretty sure gyro didn't ask for backstory on your "Necrotic King", he said it wasn't approved. :S
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OOC: What ever was like a paladin.
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OOC: I feel you kinda oversteps your authority, you are making up way to much lore right now. I'm sorry if it sounds rude, but please, try to stay within certain bounds. A little lore is ok, but I feel you should post such things in the construction thread first!
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OOC: So, what now? We need some action. :|
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