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The dry air in the room created an atmosphere not unlike that of a tomb. Not a single breath of air dare disturb the obedient order of the windowless chamber. Then without a hint of hesitation or remorse, the center of the room burst outward, a ring of dust thrown against the walls, creating a hazy mist that scattered the rays of magical light about the room in a spectrum of brilliant colours.

From out of the radiant sphere stepped a ragged looking figure, his unsteady step belied the motions of a man who had experienced death beyond mortal reckoning, and dealt it beyond immortal acceptance. He looked around the room with confused eyes that seemed not to remember the place, though it was familiar to him. On a simple wooden stand was a musty green tunic, leather straps fastened around the waist, both garments showing the wear of battle gear.

Running his hands over the stretched seams he suddenly became aware of his nakedness. Though his elven body showed no flaws to be ashamed of, he felt remarkably exposed, even in the cramped enclosure of the room. Suddenly the room twisted under him, and he was forced to the ground as a dizzy spell took away his balance and left him on the floor, trying to understand the reason he was there, and what had happened to him since he had last been seen on this world.

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Tue Dec 10, 2002 4:04 pm
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Within the swirling array of images and fuzzy colors, Eltharion struggled to find a handle on reality. With involved effort, he managed to focus on a single thing, right at the center of his vision. Instead of the cracked white ceiling of the room, he was seeing pale smooth bone. A leering skull, devoid of flesh and sinew, sitting atop a pile of sun bleached bones. As his vision focused out from that single point he could see nothing but a vast field of equally gruesome dioramas.

He could not think of anything that could cause such utter destruction so flawlessly. The men were not shielded in armor, they bore no weapons. These were people who were not expecting to fight. The inexplicably familiar scene wretched at his stomach, hurling himself to the ground, Eltharion could smell the acrid scent of vomit, though he couldn't quite fathom that it came from him.

Staring down at the stone floor, he swirled into another scene, grey clouds that matched the vile phelm that had escaped from his weakened body.

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Wed Dec 11, 2002 3:55 pm
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The dark sky mercilessly dumped black rain down upon the massive plains, creating obsidian rivers that were illuminated only by the occasional spectacuar flash of lightning. Looking around Eltharion was confused. He was certain that he was on the same grounds as before, yet when the lightning flashed, he did not see the skeletal spectres he anticipated. The low rumbling of thunder that was making the hair on the back of his neck stand up suddenly became audiable. It was not a celestial phenomenon, it was the sound of men marching upon the soil, horses tearing at grass and stretched guts being drummed upon to the tempo of war.

After what seemed to be an eternity of the sounds growing maddeningly closer, another bolt of lightning lept across the sky, casting a pale blue light across the plains, showing men in livery of different colors and armor of different styles all combined together as a gigantic moving puzzle, each individual peice fitting into a truly monsterous whole. This was the main force of a crusade that would change the entire world, for better or worse. Those who rode horses kept the beast subdued despite the fear they must have felt at the lightning, those on foot kept an easy step that ignored the marshy ground.

Arrayed before him, Eltharion saw the faces of death and destruction, and they seemed to march with an intent that made the fact he was before them a crime that would have him torn upon the teeth of their weapons and splayed before the heavens.

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Sun Dec 15, 2002 12:07 pm
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In the material plane, Eltharion lay, faintly tethered to life. His body was struggling to sustain itself away from the magical aether that he began to rely upon during his time in other worlds.

His features twitched and showed reaction the the events unfolding before him on the plains of war. His body still as his mind raced to find explanation to the events that were sweepting before him.

Battling against the poweful draw of his physical form, Eltharion forced his eyes to focus on the advancing army, unbestknown to him, their advanced scouts were reaving towards him, his presence, etherial or otherwise, was about to be noticed.

(OOC: I forgot about this... I need to figure out where I was going with this..)

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Sat Feb 01, 2003 10:32 am
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Dressed in cloaks of deep green, the forward scouts had came across the solitary, silent form of the naked elf. The camoflauge afforded to them by their clothing kept them beneith the elf's notice. Knowing their imunity to his empty eyes, they considered what to do with him.

He's obviously not armed... They thought... We could dispatch him without trouble... They agreed...

Fading out of the darkness the shadowy forms made their way towards Eltharion... no less then 4 figured brandishing short swords, darkened with charcoal so they didn't glint and betray their wielders...

Eltharion stood still, wondering what he would do next... wondering... why he was naked before the sky... and when the plains would be scattered with bone.

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