The Chronicles of Shamoke and his Sassy Spellplate
Nov 3, 2012 3:50:00 GMT -5
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Post by Shamoke on Nov 3, 2012 3:50:00 GMT -5
"Sorcerer!"
The paladin screamed, chasing after Shamoke through the Hullack Forest.
"Slow down!"
"We're almost there, Holy Man." replied Shamoke dismissively.
"Shamoke!" he barked to the Elf.
Shamoke groaned and halted, turning around to face the paladin.
"Kain...Why are you ssssooooo sssllloooowwwww???"
"Because you're making me carry EVERYTHING!!!" Justiciar Phalanx grunted, hoisting their gear higher up on his shoulder.
"...Fair enough." The Elf slowed his pace.
Within a few minutes, they arrived at an abandoned temple. Shamoke took a moment to cast a few protective magics upon their persons. They nodded to one another, smiling, and they entered the structure.
They encountered multiple undead creatures. Kain hacked and slashed through zombies, and Shamoke blasted wraiths into dust. They fought side-by-side like two comrades that had been through the ages together. Their movements complimented one another, one striking while the other parries. Shamoke spun gracefully around Kain, protecting his flank, while Kain raised his shield and pressed forward, knocking down anything in their path. Indeed, they had each other's moves memorized by then. All undead fell vanquished. They paused a moment as they neared the final chamber.
"Alright Holy Man, just like we practiced."
"Shamoke, have I told you that you are insane?"
"Everyday, Kain, everyday."
They laughed briefly before their expressions turned serious again. Shamoke spoke softly as they approached the door.
"On the count of three.............One...GO!"
Kain stumbled from Shamoke's chaotic nature even now, shooting him a glare before he kicked the door in and charged into the chamber. Shamoke could be heard laughing hysterically behind him.
Kain ran into the middle of the chamber and look around. The sounds of bowstrings tightening, accompanied by soft arcane words, filled the air. In front of him stood nearly ten Drow archers and mages.
"PREPARE TO MEET JUSTICE!!!" the paladin taunted.
The Drow yelled and attacked. Spells flew, and arrows launched. Kain took a knee, and held his shield close to him. Arrows ricocheted off the strong metal, and the spells left scorch marks and dents. He was too well-protected by magic. The paladin laughed and stood up to his feet.
"Your turn, Sorcerer."
Before the Drow could react, Shamoke came charging around the corner, through the doorway, and slid on his knees to Kain's left side. With a few quick motions of his hands and a couple arcane words, flaming missiles shot from his fingertips. They twirled around one another and focused on their individual targets. The Drow repulsed as the missiles made contact with their bodies, exploding and setting them ablaze. One Drow managed to launch an arrow before the fire consumed him, but Kain blocked it with his shield, protecting the sorcerer. After a minute passed, all Drow were charred corpses.
"They stink worse in death," mused the paladin.
"Aye," replied Shamoke.
They searched the walls of the chamber, feeling the cracks and crevices with their fingers.
"Find anything, Kain?"
"Nothing."
"Heeeeeeerrrrrrrre!" yelled Shamoke's pixie, Tye'ea. She pointed at a well hidden switch on top of a brick.
"Well, go on, press it!" urged Shamoke.
"Nuh uh! Nopes! Not until Kain says it!" she giggled.
Shamoke looked to Kain, who rolled his eyes and growled.
"Don't make me do this, Shamoke."
"You know her Kain. It's the only way."
With a final shrug, the paladin shut his eyes and spoke flatly:
"Tye'ea is the most beautiful pixie in the whole world."
The pixie twirled and laughed in victory, and pressed the switch. A portal appeared behind them in the middle of the room. Shamoke studied it closely.
"It leads into a secret room, still within this building though."
"Are you su-..."
"ME FIRST!" Kain was interrupted by Shamoke's battlecry, and the Elf jumped into the portal.
"SORCERERRRR!!!" yelled Kain as he dived after the Elf. Tye'ea laughed and followed the two through.
"Oof! Ummph!" They both grunted as they hit the ground with loud thuds.
"Lookie! Look loooooook!" Tye'ea pointed emphatically before flying into Shamoke's pouch. There, to their front, stood a shrine with a pedestal. On top of the pedestal, rested a bright green gem. The two males dusted themselves off and stood.
"What is this Shamoke? Is this what we came here for? Another shiny stone for your collection?"
"Yes, Kain, this is what we came here for. But this is not an ordinary gem. It is a Selu'Kiira."
"A what?"
"It is a gem that possesses great and ancient knowledge. This one I have been after for quite some time. I believe it to contain Elven Magic of olde...High Magic."
"What kind of High Magic?"
"Impossible to know for certain without delving into its secrets here. With any luck, it will contain knowledge of Mythalcraft. My People can finally be safe with such magic."
"How do you know if you are worthy of such understanding?"
"That is for the gem to decide."
Shamoke approached the gem, took a deep breath, and grabbed it. He held it in his palm, studying it. He murmured a few arcane words, and bright light overtook him.
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A young, beardless Shamoke sits at a table within a bar in Amn. He is plastered drunk, and surrounded mostly by passed out Dwarves.
"Dis Pointy Ear be tuff!" screams a barely-standing Stout. They were having a drinking contest. Three Dwarves remain still sitting at the table with the Elf. Sip by sip, clank by clank, and belch by belch, each Dwarf fall until only Shamoke is left. He climbs onto the table, smashes the mug on his forehead, and announces:
"I AM DA CHAMPION!" And with that, he falls off the table and passes out.
Around noon the next day, they all awaken and slowly sit back at the tables. A Runecaster, the Clan's leader, approaches Shamoke and pats him on the shoulder, looking to his brethren.
"Dis Elf may got da knife ears n' da skinny arms, but 'e's got da liver o' a Stout!" He murmurs a few arcane words, touching a rune within his beard, and grabs Shamoke's face.
"Mmffrgh!" Shamoke manages to say. When the Dwarf removes his hand, Shamoke has a permanent beard on his face.
"Ye earn't it lad."
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Shamoke's vision came back into focus as the gem glowed brightly in his hand. He tried to turn around to face Kain, but everything moved except his right arm which held the gem. It was as if that arm was frozen in time and space. Shamoke's eyes showed a sense of alarm.
"Kain, something is wrong. Come here." As Kain did, the walls around them shimmered and moved, slowly dissipating.
"What have you done, Sorcerer?"
"I know not. But I fear this situation is grave for at least one of us, my brother."
"Do not say such things."
The walls finally disappeared, revealing that they were actually surrounded by Drow of all skills.
Shamoke recoiled as the white light overtook his mind again.
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The Bearded Elf approaches a hut on the edge of the wilderness in Amn. He breathes deeply before entering. He makes his way into the bedroom, finding a pale, sickly Elven woman on her deathbed.
"Shamoke, my precious son, I am so glad I got to see you one last time." Her words were soft and weak.
"I came as soon as I heard, Mother. Forgive me. I was imprisoned, somehow freed, and living a selfish life. I wanted nothing more than to see father dead for the terror he caused this house. I walked out on you because of him. But...now that he has been murdered, I wish he were not, for I see the sorrow it has caused you."
"Shhh, it is alright my lovely. I know he did not walk the path, and it led to his destruction. Your father made his choice to separate himself from the embrace of the Seldarine. It has brought me great sorrow that I will never see him again. But before I pass on, you must know what else saddens me. You do not walk the path. Your father chased you away from me, and chased you away from our gods. I failed you in this, my son." She reaches her tender hand under the bedsheets and pulls out an instrument case, pushing it to him.
"Mother, your fiddle? You cannot give me this..."
"I will not be needing it where I am going," she smiled solemnly, "I love you very much, my Shamoke."
Tears drop down both their faces, and she begins to cough violently.
"Shamoke.....never forget.......never forget who you are....."
With those words, her eyes flutter and she dies.
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Shamoke put his left hand to his head and tried to shake it, but he could only move his left arm. He blinked, and his vision slowly came into focus. The Drow closed in on them.
"Kain," whispered Shamoke, "I cannot move but my left arm."
"Do not worry Shamoke, I will protect you."
"I am done for. There is still time. You can escape. This gem has me trapped."
"Not a chance, Sorcerer. Do speak of such things."
"HAHAHA!!!" laughed a Drow mage. "The Great Bearded Elf thought he was worthy of the Selu'Kiira's knowledge! Silly sorcerer. Many of our finest wizards fell to this same fate as you, as they too were proven unworthy. You were defeated before you even tried. I suggest you say goodbye to your friend before we kill him in front of your very eyes."
Shamoke and Kain looked to one another. Kain inched closer to Shamoke, and whispered.
"Do not listen to him Shamoke. I will not leave you."
"I know, Kain. I know you will not leave me willingly. That is why I have gripped your arm."
Kain looked down to see Shamoke's firm grasp on his forearm.
"No, Shamoke! Don't!"
"You are, and always will be, my greatest friend, Justiciar Kain Phalanx. You have saved my life countless times. Now, it is time I save yours. Give my love to my friends and family." Shamoke spoke a few sharp arcane words.
"Nooooooo!" screamed Kain, and he disappeared from the teleport spell.
"Damn you!" barked the Drow mage. He marched over to Shamoke's front, as if to hit him, but stopped and laughed. "No matter. We have you trapped, and soon the gem will take you, as it did all the others. I will stand tall and proud in front of the Matron Mother when I tell her that it was I, Ileth-..."
The Drow's words were cutoff by Shamoke's pointing of a finger and whispering of an arcane word. The Drow gasped, and fell to the ground, dead before he hit the floor.
"I'm sorry...who are you again?" Shamoke chuckled.
The other Drow began to charge, but stopped as energy from the gem mushroomed outward, knocking them all down. The energy levitated and orbited around them for a few minutes.
Shamoke took in the situation and accepted his fate. He closed his eyes, and thought of those whom he loved: The Wardens, The Purple Dragons, Clan Oghrann, the barkeeps. But one face consumed his thoughts more so than any other, that of Alvaethwen.
"You loved her, didn't you Shamoke?"
"I would have spent the rest of my life with her."
"Your mother raised you right, Shamoke. You did not forget. You remembered. Tell these Traitors who you are."
Shamoke nodded and looked to the stunned Dhaerow.
"I am Shamoke Feyleaf, The Bearded Elf, High Mage of Erevan Ilesere, Warden of the Hullack Forest, Champion of the People, Seeker of the Mythal, Connoisseur of Fine Ale and Spirits, Hugger of the Hinfolk, He Who Smelt the Royal Magician, He Who Bedded Every Woman in Marsember, He Who Smote Necro Bob on the Outskirts of Greatgaunt, Demon Hunter, Dragon Slayer, and Drow Killer! The Underdark will -always- tremble at the uttering of my name!"
Tears flowed in streams down his cheeks as the energy from the gem began to be drawn back toward him. As time and space began slowing down around them, a familiar song could be heard from his lips. All denizens of Cormyr would hear the lyrics (while Elves and mages would know it was from a mage named Shamoke), for his connection to the Weave was at its greatest in his final moment:
"And in this land I'll proudly stand
Until my dying day, sir;
For whate'er a king o'er all command,
I'll still be a Cormyte brave, sir."
Shamoke's body turned to white light. The energy collected back into the gem, and along with it did Shamoke. A few moments of dead silence passed as the gem fell from the hand that was no longer present to hold it. As soon as it hit the ground, it vanished, leaving behind a massive explosion, and the entire temple crumbled into nothingness. The shaking of the earth could be heard from miles around. Within a few minutes, all was quiet in the Hullack once more, save for the echoing lyrics across all of Cormyr:
"And in this land I'll proudly stand
Until my dying day, sir;
For whate'er a king o'er all command,
I'll still be a Cormyte brave, sir."
"And in this land I'll proudly stand
Until my dying day, sir;
For whate'er a king o'er all command,
I'll still be a Cormyte brave, sir."
"And in this land I'll proudly stand
Until my dying day, sir;
For whate'er a king o'er all command,
I'll still be a Cormyte brave, sir."
// It's been fun FRC, but all good stories must come to an end, so that new ones may begin. I <3 you all dearly, and you know where to find me.
// Feel free to respond icly or oocly
// xoxo Shammy/Matt
The paladin screamed, chasing after Shamoke through the Hullack Forest.
"Slow down!"
"We're almost there, Holy Man." replied Shamoke dismissively.
"Shamoke!" he barked to the Elf.
Shamoke groaned and halted, turning around to face the paladin.
"Kain...Why are you ssssooooo sssllloooowwwww???"
"Because you're making me carry EVERYTHING!!!" Justiciar Phalanx grunted, hoisting their gear higher up on his shoulder.
"...Fair enough." The Elf slowed his pace.
Within a few minutes, they arrived at an abandoned temple. Shamoke took a moment to cast a few protective magics upon their persons. They nodded to one another, smiling, and they entered the structure.
They encountered multiple undead creatures. Kain hacked and slashed through zombies, and Shamoke blasted wraiths into dust. They fought side-by-side like two comrades that had been through the ages together. Their movements complimented one another, one striking while the other parries. Shamoke spun gracefully around Kain, protecting his flank, while Kain raised his shield and pressed forward, knocking down anything in their path. Indeed, they had each other's moves memorized by then. All undead fell vanquished. They paused a moment as they neared the final chamber.
"Alright Holy Man, just like we practiced."
"Shamoke, have I told you that you are insane?"
"Everyday, Kain, everyday."
They laughed briefly before their expressions turned serious again. Shamoke spoke softly as they approached the door.
"On the count of three.............One...GO!"
Kain stumbled from Shamoke's chaotic nature even now, shooting him a glare before he kicked the door in and charged into the chamber. Shamoke could be heard laughing hysterically behind him.
Kain ran into the middle of the chamber and look around. The sounds of bowstrings tightening, accompanied by soft arcane words, filled the air. In front of him stood nearly ten Drow archers and mages.
"PREPARE TO MEET JUSTICE!!!" the paladin taunted.
The Drow yelled and attacked. Spells flew, and arrows launched. Kain took a knee, and held his shield close to him. Arrows ricocheted off the strong metal, and the spells left scorch marks and dents. He was too well-protected by magic. The paladin laughed and stood up to his feet.
"Your turn, Sorcerer."
Before the Drow could react, Shamoke came charging around the corner, through the doorway, and slid on his knees to Kain's left side. With a few quick motions of his hands and a couple arcane words, flaming missiles shot from his fingertips. They twirled around one another and focused on their individual targets. The Drow repulsed as the missiles made contact with their bodies, exploding and setting them ablaze. One Drow managed to launch an arrow before the fire consumed him, but Kain blocked it with his shield, protecting the sorcerer. After a minute passed, all Drow were charred corpses.
"They stink worse in death," mused the paladin.
"Aye," replied Shamoke.
They searched the walls of the chamber, feeling the cracks and crevices with their fingers.
"Find anything, Kain?"
"Nothing."
"Heeeeeeerrrrrrrre!" yelled Shamoke's pixie, Tye'ea. She pointed at a well hidden switch on top of a brick.
"Well, go on, press it!" urged Shamoke.
"Nuh uh! Nopes! Not until Kain says it!" she giggled.
Shamoke looked to Kain, who rolled his eyes and growled.
"Don't make me do this, Shamoke."
"You know her Kain. It's the only way."
With a final shrug, the paladin shut his eyes and spoke flatly:
"Tye'ea is the most beautiful pixie in the whole world."
The pixie twirled and laughed in victory, and pressed the switch. A portal appeared behind them in the middle of the room. Shamoke studied it closely.
"It leads into a secret room, still within this building though."
"Are you su-..."
"ME FIRST!" Kain was interrupted by Shamoke's battlecry, and the Elf jumped into the portal.
"SORCERERRRR!!!" yelled Kain as he dived after the Elf. Tye'ea laughed and followed the two through.
"Oof! Ummph!" They both grunted as they hit the ground with loud thuds.
"Lookie! Look loooooook!" Tye'ea pointed emphatically before flying into Shamoke's pouch. There, to their front, stood a shrine with a pedestal. On top of the pedestal, rested a bright green gem. The two males dusted themselves off and stood.
"What is this Shamoke? Is this what we came here for? Another shiny stone for your collection?"
"Yes, Kain, this is what we came here for. But this is not an ordinary gem. It is a Selu'Kiira."
"A what?"
"It is a gem that possesses great and ancient knowledge. This one I have been after for quite some time. I believe it to contain Elven Magic of olde...High Magic."
"What kind of High Magic?"
"Impossible to know for certain without delving into its secrets here. With any luck, it will contain knowledge of Mythalcraft. My People can finally be safe with such magic."
"How do you know if you are worthy of such understanding?"
"That is for the gem to decide."
Shamoke approached the gem, took a deep breath, and grabbed it. He held it in his palm, studying it. He murmured a few arcane words, and bright light overtook him.
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A young, beardless Shamoke sits at a table within a bar in Amn. He is plastered drunk, and surrounded mostly by passed out Dwarves.
"Dis Pointy Ear be tuff!" screams a barely-standing Stout. They were having a drinking contest. Three Dwarves remain still sitting at the table with the Elf. Sip by sip, clank by clank, and belch by belch, each Dwarf fall until only Shamoke is left. He climbs onto the table, smashes the mug on his forehead, and announces:
"I AM DA CHAMPION!" And with that, he falls off the table and passes out.
Around noon the next day, they all awaken and slowly sit back at the tables. A Runecaster, the Clan's leader, approaches Shamoke and pats him on the shoulder, looking to his brethren.
"Dis Elf may got da knife ears n' da skinny arms, but 'e's got da liver o' a Stout!" He murmurs a few arcane words, touching a rune within his beard, and grabs Shamoke's face.
"Mmffrgh!" Shamoke manages to say. When the Dwarf removes his hand, Shamoke has a permanent beard on his face.
"Ye earn't it lad."
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Shamoke's vision came back into focus as the gem glowed brightly in his hand. He tried to turn around to face Kain, but everything moved except his right arm which held the gem. It was as if that arm was frozen in time and space. Shamoke's eyes showed a sense of alarm.
"Kain, something is wrong. Come here." As Kain did, the walls around them shimmered and moved, slowly dissipating.
"What have you done, Sorcerer?"
"I know not. But I fear this situation is grave for at least one of us, my brother."
"Do not say such things."
The walls finally disappeared, revealing that they were actually surrounded by Drow of all skills.
Shamoke recoiled as the white light overtook his mind again.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
The Bearded Elf approaches a hut on the edge of the wilderness in Amn. He breathes deeply before entering. He makes his way into the bedroom, finding a pale, sickly Elven woman on her deathbed.
"Shamoke, my precious son, I am so glad I got to see you one last time." Her words were soft and weak.
"I came as soon as I heard, Mother. Forgive me. I was imprisoned, somehow freed, and living a selfish life. I wanted nothing more than to see father dead for the terror he caused this house. I walked out on you because of him. But...now that he has been murdered, I wish he were not, for I see the sorrow it has caused you."
"Shhh, it is alright my lovely. I know he did not walk the path, and it led to his destruction. Your father made his choice to separate himself from the embrace of the Seldarine. It has brought me great sorrow that I will never see him again. But before I pass on, you must know what else saddens me. You do not walk the path. Your father chased you away from me, and chased you away from our gods. I failed you in this, my son." She reaches her tender hand under the bedsheets and pulls out an instrument case, pushing it to him.
"Mother, your fiddle? You cannot give me this..."
"I will not be needing it where I am going," she smiled solemnly, "I love you very much, my Shamoke."
Tears drop down both their faces, and she begins to cough violently.
"Shamoke.....never forget.......never forget who you are....."
With those words, her eyes flutter and she dies.
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Shamoke put his left hand to his head and tried to shake it, but he could only move his left arm. He blinked, and his vision slowly came into focus. The Drow closed in on them.
"Kain," whispered Shamoke, "I cannot move but my left arm."
"Do not worry Shamoke, I will protect you."
"I am done for. There is still time. You can escape. This gem has me trapped."
"Not a chance, Sorcerer. Do speak of such things."
"HAHAHA!!!" laughed a Drow mage. "The Great Bearded Elf thought he was worthy of the Selu'Kiira's knowledge! Silly sorcerer. Many of our finest wizards fell to this same fate as you, as they too were proven unworthy. You were defeated before you even tried. I suggest you say goodbye to your friend before we kill him in front of your very eyes."
Shamoke and Kain looked to one another. Kain inched closer to Shamoke, and whispered.
"Do not listen to him Shamoke. I will not leave you."
"I know, Kain. I know you will not leave me willingly. That is why I have gripped your arm."
Kain looked down to see Shamoke's firm grasp on his forearm.
"No, Shamoke! Don't!"
"You are, and always will be, my greatest friend, Justiciar Kain Phalanx. You have saved my life countless times. Now, it is time I save yours. Give my love to my friends and family." Shamoke spoke a few sharp arcane words.
"Nooooooo!" screamed Kain, and he disappeared from the teleport spell.
"Damn you!" barked the Drow mage. He marched over to Shamoke's front, as if to hit him, but stopped and laughed. "No matter. We have you trapped, and soon the gem will take you, as it did all the others. I will stand tall and proud in front of the Matron Mother when I tell her that it was I, Ileth-..."
The Drow's words were cutoff by Shamoke's pointing of a finger and whispering of an arcane word. The Drow gasped, and fell to the ground, dead before he hit the floor.
"I'm sorry...who are you again?" Shamoke chuckled.
The other Drow began to charge, but stopped as energy from the gem mushroomed outward, knocking them all down. The energy levitated and orbited around them for a few minutes.
Shamoke took in the situation and accepted his fate. He closed his eyes, and thought of those whom he loved: The Wardens, The Purple Dragons, Clan Oghrann, the barkeeps. But one face consumed his thoughts more so than any other, that of Alvaethwen.
"You loved her, didn't you Shamoke?"
"I would have spent the rest of my life with her."
"Your mother raised you right, Shamoke. You did not forget. You remembered. Tell these Traitors who you are."
Shamoke nodded and looked to the stunned Dhaerow.
"I am Shamoke Feyleaf, The Bearded Elf, High Mage of Erevan Ilesere, Warden of the Hullack Forest, Champion of the People, Seeker of the Mythal, Connoisseur of Fine Ale and Spirits, Hugger of the Hinfolk, He Who Smelt the Royal Magician, He Who Bedded Every Woman in Marsember, He Who Smote Necro Bob on the Outskirts of Greatgaunt, Demon Hunter, Dragon Slayer, and Drow Killer! The Underdark will -always- tremble at the uttering of my name!"
Tears flowed in streams down his cheeks as the energy from the gem began to be drawn back toward him. As time and space began slowing down around them, a familiar song could be heard from his lips. All denizens of Cormyr would hear the lyrics (while Elves and mages would know it was from a mage named Shamoke), for his connection to the Weave was at its greatest in his final moment:
"And in this land I'll proudly stand
Until my dying day, sir;
For whate'er a king o'er all command,
I'll still be a Cormyte brave, sir."
Shamoke's body turned to white light. The energy collected back into the gem, and along with it did Shamoke. A few moments of dead silence passed as the gem fell from the hand that was no longer present to hold it. As soon as it hit the ground, it vanished, leaving behind a massive explosion, and the entire temple crumbled into nothingness. The shaking of the earth could be heard from miles around. Within a few minutes, all was quiet in the Hullack once more, save for the echoing lyrics across all of Cormyr:
"And in this land I'll proudly stand
Until my dying day, sir;
For whate'er a king o'er all command,
I'll still be a Cormyte brave, sir."
"And in this land I'll proudly stand
Until my dying day, sir;
For whate'er a king o'er all command,
I'll still be a Cormyte brave, sir."
"And in this land I'll proudly stand
Until my dying day, sir;
For whate'er a king o'er all command,
I'll still be a Cormyte brave, sir."
// It's been fun FRC, but all good stories must come to an end, so that new ones may begin. I <3 you all dearly, and you know where to find me.
// Feel free to respond icly or oocly
// xoxo Shammy/Matt