Post by Teneas on Sept 19, 2011 17:27:12 GMT -5
The dark had crept in before, he had known those days not so long ago for an elf's life span. The younger ones hardly believed the tales he told. The path he had walked, and the friends he once held. Days filled with pain, shadow, and death. Before the Seldarine beckoned him back, before he took the path he had known was his to take. Before he was as he is....
The creation turned it's rotten putrid face towards the companions, if they could be called such. It had come to answer a call sent forth from one of the mages among them. Forsaken by the Gods, rotten and twisted, the thing shambled forward to meet it's new enemies. The four behind it fired their bows, cast their spells, and worked in unison deep within the tomb.
It was not uncommon to travel here, or into any tomb these days. Death was part of life to them, a tool to be used. Deldur seemed to have a way of dragging them all into each and every tomb he could find. This time however, they found themselves surrounded by decay in some crypts just north of Redmist, as it was called then. They had battled their way relentlessly to dig, always to dig, further into the secrets of the unlife.
Meri, Deldur's hin wife was in her usual good spirits, despite the horrid conditions she was always faced with by the other three. She fired her crossbow, and mixed magic with a shambling mummy half clad in the darkness. The darkness that seemed to have a life of it's own in those crypts these days.
The third of the pair, Celith, sent missiles streaming towards the mummy, taking off an arm, and partially a leg. Deldur's creation did the rest, slamming it's huge arm down upon the reanimated thing. As the final splat from the mummy met their ears, so did the shambling of many more horrors lurking within the shadows. They had delved to deep, dug to strongly, and wished for to much power.
With but one narrow escape point, the golden haired one of the group screamed to run. Meri, limping badly from a cut given by a particulary nasty skeleton early on the trip made her way behind the snares Ten was laying. Celith and Deldur exhausted their magics just in time as the pair turned to flee out the route Teneas had secured. He wasn't much help against the undead, but he played his role as he always had.
The four ran without braving a look back, as they heard snare after snare firing. Moans, shuffles, and the battle with the beast they had created grew distant in the dark tomb. Moonlight greeted them shortly after, as they dove out the tomb entrance into the misty eve just north of Redmist.
How many trips did they take like this? How many times were they not as lucky, yet still lived? Strange friends indeed, but loyal to the core to each and everyone one of them. They were friends. Dark, dangerous, necromantic friends, but friends.
Those days were long in the past, and while Celith was still rumored to be around, Deldur was long gone. Poor Meri, the hope and soul that bound them all together, was dead the last he had heard. Slain by Deldur himself.....the same elf that whispered to Teneas about a settlement, about elves that worshiped the Seldarine. Was Deldur in fact so true a friend, as to wish Ten find his true calling? Did he set him on that path so many years ago knowing just what would transpire? Or, was it as it had always been with Deldur, for amusement and sedition? He may never truly know, and from time to time, he missed those days on the road with his first true friends in the region. Though, those days were no more, and he was who he was...
The creation turned it's rotten putrid face towards the companions, if they could be called such. It had come to answer a call sent forth from one of the mages among them. Forsaken by the Gods, rotten and twisted, the thing shambled forward to meet it's new enemies. The four behind it fired their bows, cast their spells, and worked in unison deep within the tomb.
It was not uncommon to travel here, or into any tomb these days. Death was part of life to them, a tool to be used. Deldur seemed to have a way of dragging them all into each and every tomb he could find. This time however, they found themselves surrounded by decay in some crypts just north of Redmist, as it was called then. They had battled their way relentlessly to dig, always to dig, further into the secrets of the unlife.
Meri, Deldur's hin wife was in her usual good spirits, despite the horrid conditions she was always faced with by the other three. She fired her crossbow, and mixed magic with a shambling mummy half clad in the darkness. The darkness that seemed to have a life of it's own in those crypts these days.
The third of the pair, Celith, sent missiles streaming towards the mummy, taking off an arm, and partially a leg. Deldur's creation did the rest, slamming it's huge arm down upon the reanimated thing. As the final splat from the mummy met their ears, so did the shambling of many more horrors lurking within the shadows. They had delved to deep, dug to strongly, and wished for to much power.
With but one narrow escape point, the golden haired one of the group screamed to run. Meri, limping badly from a cut given by a particulary nasty skeleton early on the trip made her way behind the snares Ten was laying. Celith and Deldur exhausted their magics just in time as the pair turned to flee out the route Teneas had secured. He wasn't much help against the undead, but he played his role as he always had.
The four ran without braving a look back, as they heard snare after snare firing. Moans, shuffles, and the battle with the beast they had created grew distant in the dark tomb. Moonlight greeted them shortly after, as they dove out the tomb entrance into the misty eve just north of Redmist.
How many trips did they take like this? How many times were they not as lucky, yet still lived? Strange friends indeed, but loyal to the core to each and everyone one of them. They were friends. Dark, dangerous, necromantic friends, but friends.
Those days were long in the past, and while Celith was still rumored to be around, Deldur was long gone. Poor Meri, the hope and soul that bound them all together, was dead the last he had heard. Slain by Deldur himself.....the same elf that whispered to Teneas about a settlement, about elves that worshiped the Seldarine. Was Deldur in fact so true a friend, as to wish Ten find his true calling? Did he set him on that path so many years ago knowing just what would transpire? Or, was it as it had always been with Deldur, for amusement and sedition? He may never truly know, and from time to time, he missed those days on the road with his first true friends in the region. Though, those days were no more, and he was who he was...
