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Darkness has fallen over the lands of Tonan yet the fires of Darden's children were brightly lit and blazing against the encroaching shadows. There around a great bonfire were gathered those of Demonic Reality. Eisheth stood before the blaze, her form caressed by the flames as she spoke to them. I have been visited by a vision. Long have we spread His Despair and long have we longed for an edge over those who are our enemies. Now it is that I have been shown the way. Striding forward, taloned fingers moving deftly, spinning magic. Silvery came the threads of magic, spinning into two shapes. One of a Rod, one of a suit of Armor. Each glowed a different color. One Silver for Foret, one Purple for Isonia. Taloned fingers flickered, sending them forward, that each might gaze upon these visions. Leathery wings rustled as she turned to each in turn, gazing at them all. The Rod of Justice and the Armor of War combined with the Bowl of Despair will grant us vast power. Who here will go forth and seek out these items?

Long will be the quest, over the lands of our enemies and into the very heart of their Faiths. Danger will be at every turn. Blood will flow on all fronts. These items, laid upon the Alter of Darden, may well serve to feed Darden a thousand fold and give Him the ability to shatter their holds over their deceived sheep.
Stepping back, the magic fading away as she waited. As Darden waited. Who would take up this quest? It was not a certain thing that they would ever find these items, but it was time to try. To bring back the Glory and Honor which had been besmirtched by the heathens. Herl ips cut upwards into a cold smile.

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Nether stood silently as Eisheth spoke to those gathered. Her words echoed through out his mind as the glow of the rod and armour reflected in his stagnant orbs. His muscles flinched as they passed by, thier stench almost unbarable. The notion of levitating Darden to his rightful place was all to tempting. Was there ever a doubt that he would go? Surely his queen knew him well enough to know that he would go on this quest. Silently he stepped forward, not knowing who else would arise to the occation he gripped his sword tightly as his wings slowly faded away.

His form returned to its original size, the size before he had encountered the Reality. He had learned to control the demon inside and was now able to unleash it at will. The wind blew slightly as he ran his fingers through his long platinum white hair.

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The firelight dancing cast deep, dark shadows. One of these flickered more eagerly than the rest, swelling in its darkness, and from the shadow appeared an imp. He strode out, and with one spring was atop his mistress' shoulder. He resumed his favoured position after a period of absence. Such were the dark times that plagued this land. As he reflected, the immediate past was filled with doubt and despair. Still, such thoughts were not the wont of imps, and he smiled, a grin that merely teased the corners of his mouth. This would be an intriguing quest. That it would.

With a snap of his fingers, a tongue of flame leapt from the blazing fire to his fingers. The small ball of fire flickered as he lowered it, offering it to his mistress. He felt alive once more, invigorated. Driven by a flaming passion fueled by the desire to claim glory for Darden, but most of all for the one upon whom he rested. The fire in his hand, for fire it was though it was cool, served as a sign of his renewed bond to her.


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Taldric stepped out of the darkness where he had been silently listening and into the firelight. His eyes scanned over all of those gathered about the great bonfire and came to a rest on Eisheth. He walked towards her and took her hand in a grip of comraderie.

Danger at every turn and blood on all fronts? Sounds like my kind of party...

The demon flexed his free hand in the air to make his talons gleam in the firelight. He then released the demoness' hand and turned, beginning to walk away. Taldric glanced back over his shoulder.

It's about time I put these to some use again

Taldric walked over to Nether. He grasped his shoulder and gave him a nod. During his recovery, his mind had weaved a winding path over his perceptions on everything. He had decided to give the other demon a chance. Maybe he did deserve it.

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The demon watched all the goings on of those below him from his perch up high. The flames of the fire reflecting on his ebony hide giving him a sinister red glow that wavered with the flames. Grinning wide the demon revealed rows of razor sharp teeth. Gleaming white the teeth seemed strangely bright against his black face and lips, causing his smile to look more sadistic then happy. His crimson eyes glowed with excitement as he considered the challenge set before him.

Venorik cared not for the fact his mission would be fraught with danger or the fact then some of his companions maybe lost along the way. Such things where relelvent to the demon, all that matter was be would be alble to spread chaos and rend the souls of those that stood before him once more. Gathering enegry from around him the demons smile grew, his eyes swilring so fast that to look upon them would make a man dizzy. He opened his hand golden arcs of energy sparking from the tips of his claws as they gathered in the center of his hand. At last they formed a small golden sphere shooting out beams of light and constantly changing in shape as it pulsated over his palm.

"Aww... chaos my dear. At last we will beable to let you spread once more, for as you grow in power so do I."

Venorik said a diabolical laugh escaping his lips. The gold orb bounced around in his hand seeming excited as if it understood his words and infact it had. Then in a flash of light the orb moved spreading over the large demon's body caressing it as one might a lover and then if was gone. The orb had been of chaos in it's purest form. What many didn't realize was that chaos was actually an entity almost a living thing and if one knew how to befriend it they could gain great power. Especially one such as Venorik for he was a chaos demon and chaos had actually had a hand in his creation. He feed off chaos it's energy lending him power and chaos grew stronger from him as he spread it most anywhere he went. It was kind of like a twisted symbiotic relationship.

Venorik was the favourite of chaos' childern and so it favoured him even coming to his call at times like it just had. Though the two needed each other one could never truelly control the other. For nothing held sway over Venorik, he did as he pleased. Thought he was loyal to those he pleadge his service too. For even though he was a demon he had an underlying sense of honour that he would not break and betraying comrades was one of them. For he expectly loyality of those who followed him and so he gave loyality to those he followed in return.

A slight twich of his powerful leg muscles sent the demon flying. He landed on all fours on the opposite side of the fire from Taldric and Nether. Stalking back and forth like a giant horned panther the demons spiked tail flowed fluidly behind him. Venorik replaced his leathery wings on his back, the demons crimson eyes roamed over the others across from him examining them. He wondered why one didn't always stay in the glory of his true form, for surelly it was shameful to hide in the guise of a mortal. Venoirk returned to standing on two feet his form reaching its ten foot height. The demon smiled, his shoulders made sickening snapping noises as they postioned themself to be more suited for his two legged form.

"I will gladly take up your quest, my queen or rather should I say we shall gladly."

Venorik said with a slight bow. With that he let out an ear splitting roar that spreaded across the land. Seconds later the roar was answered by a dual howl. Shortly after from the shadows appeared Max, Venorik's two-headed dog. It walked up to its master's side growling as its heads seemed to be fighting over something. It appeared to be a limb of some kind but it was to mutilated for Venorik to tell what it had orignally come from. Max's heads where slick with blood, the fur matted. Appearently he had disturb the hounds hunting. Venorik lick his lips with a purpilsh forked tongue as the smell of blood filled his nostrils from below. The twin heads finally ripped the limp in two as the dog settled down at his masters feet each head chewing on its portion of the limb.

He locked his gaze on Eisheth once more his crimosn eyes slightly shaded from the horns growing from his head. His lips thinned offering her a smile, one that would make the blood run cold in most mortals. Adjusting his wolf's hide loincloth the only thing the demon chose to wear, his hairless body wrippled with the motion showing his finally honed muscles. Flexing his claws he relished the though of being able to put them to use once more. The reddish hilt of his seven foot great sword Crimson Tear, could be seen peeking over one of his massive shoulders. It to hungered for the taste of blood once more. Venorik stood there waiting to see if any others would step forward to join the cause.

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Nether's eyes remained closed as Venorick made his intentions known. He cared little for such "shows" and ignored him completly, he had other things on his mind. He did, however, look up as Taldric placed a hand on his shoulder. They had started off on the wrong foot and Nether was glad the animosity between them had almost vanished.


As Taldric's hand left his shoulder Nether could feel his heart beat quicken and his blood thicken. He had thought he learned how to control his inner self. He was wrong. Once more the runes covering his body flashed from thier dark violet hue to a black one, in direct contrast to his pale skin. His long platinum hair receeded once again, becoming short, black, and tipped a crimson red. His armor once gain fell to the ground along with his cloak as his muscle structure once again became massive, his runes shifting once again to a dark red. His talons returned, as his skin hardened and darkened back into its shade of mid-night black. His flesh rippled as his wings exploded from his back, in a smoky cloud of flesh and blood. Finally, with the last step of his transformation. his dark violet eyes became murky and stagnant. The once purple hue that radiated from his optical orbs died out as all light reflected in his black eyes.

Seeing the newcomer reacting to his Queen in such a way had an unknown affect on Nether as his massive chest now heaved. His talons ached to feel flesh but as always he restrained himself. Not since the confrontation with Taldric had he felt this way. Jealousy was a hell of a thing and it had a massive grip on him.

Quietly, Nether folded his leathery wings against his back, deciding this time to leave his front side uncovered. With a few unconsious strides Nether found himself standing to the right and slightly behind his queen looking over Venorik. This was the closest he had ever been to his Queen, just an arms length away, surly she could feel his hot breath accross the back of her neck.

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Coldly she smiled as her guildmates stepped forward. Taking the orb of fire from Blinky and flickering forked tongue across his nostrils in greeting. So many had responded and she was pleased. All manner of those who followed the banner of Deminic Reality. Turning and touching each in turn who had thus far come forward. Each were given a bow of head before she spoke again. Not all of Darden sees Darden as we do. Like all Gods there are many reasonings they follow Him. For Demonic Reality it falls to this simple fact that all the Gods are demons. That all save Darden use deceit to cover their machinations and sway them to blind faith. Ours is the path of revealing these fools of their blinders. Of casting back the charade of the Demons too cowardly to speak without gile.

To move forth and destroy these false Gods and expose them as demons beneath the station of Darden. That they would seek to tumble Him for His rightful place with lies masqueraded as virture. It is for these reasons I seek the Artifacts. That we shall open the eyes of all and tumble these false Gods to the depths where they belong.
Such steel in her voice. Taloned fingers lifted the cold orb of fire, gazing at it. Despair shall set them free and we will show no mercy, if they will not willingly open their eyes, we will free them of their tortured souls instead. The orb placed in her horns, it seemed to spin there. Call me Queen if you wish, but never forget it is to Darden we owe our fealty and service.

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A figure moved slowly in the shadows outside the circle of firelight, not trying to hide itself within the darkness. Its movements were not quite natural, graceful but not in anyway normal, almost as though the figure moved without effort or energy. It, or rather she, stood no taller than an average human woman, indeed she appeared little more than that as she moved through the darkness, approaching those that had gathered to hear the demoness's words. A human woman? Undefended and unarmed? Alone where the demons and imps met? A madwoman? Perhaps, what sane living woman would have travelled there without an apparent care for her own safety and wellbeing?

Living?

The figure moved from darkness into light, echoing Eisheth's words, 'Not all of Darden sees Darden as we do', words spoken truly, not all see Darden as you do. The voice though feminine was soft, almost whispered, as though the speaker could force no louder words from her throat. And indeed she could not, not that she expected those before her to know why, not that she cared whether they knew or not. She simply was. She cared nothing for the living, did not stop to think of what they knew or did not know, what they felt or did not feel. She was just Innocence.

Once she had been a human priestess of Darden, brought up in His temple's care, longing only to spend her life serving Him. And that was exactly what she had set about doing, taking up the vows of one of His priestesses, going out into the remote and border villages and seeking to change their beliefs. She would have been quite content to spend her entire life doing nothing more, moving from lithe-limbed maiden to grey-haired crone, passing into the peace of death before journeying onwards to stand before her Lord and Master. But that had not been the fate in store for her, her destiny had taken a crooked path, leading her to become a twisted version of what she had hoped for. When she had still been young and niave Innocence had wandered into a distant village, one whose inhabitants had not taken kindly to her preaching the word of Darden. In that place she had met her death, strangled and held beneath the dark waters of the graveyard's lake. Guilt had taken hold of the villagers and they had hid her body under those same waters, weighing down Innocence's dead flesh with rock and stone. They had thought that it had ended there, they had thought that their sin of killing her would never come back to haunt them.

Fifty years had passed and not one had spoken of the grim secret that lay beneath the lake's stagnant waters. But something had stirred under the waters, cold dead flesh had felt the touch of its soul returned to it, movement had come to limbs that had remained still for so long. Innocence had been sent back to her body to put into place a new mission in her Lord's name, a mission of faith and of death. She had risen from the foul waters that had hidden her, flesh pale and cold, eyes leeched of all colour save for the darkest pin-prick of pupils. Still wearing the robes of a Dardenite priestess she had stepped out of the cold waters, walking through the graveyard to have her revenge upon those who had thought that there would never be a reckoning for their sin against her and against her Lord. But as she had passed through the graves had no longer been silent; the dead had awoken with her. They had crawled from their graves, following the unheard siren song, knowing that they had to follow Innocence.

Revenge had death had come to that village that night, the light of life extinguished completely, not one soul surviving to speak of the horror of the dead rising from their graves. The villagers and their offspring had died for their sins, but that had not been the end of it. No, they had not rested in death as they might have expected, instead their cooling corpses had risen also, following Innocence in death as they had followed a false God in life. If Innocence had been pleased with the outcome she had shown nothing of it, all emotion had been drained from her soul in death. She moved through the isle with a single purpose; to end life, to destroy the disease that the living were. Darden wanted death, or at least that was what she believed, He wanted her to help end the pestilence of the living, erase them all. Only when the living were dead and gone would He finally release her back into the peace of death.

And so Innocence had travelled the lands, visiting the battlefields, calling the dead to her, disappearing with them into the north. How many times had the battlefield scavengers returned to the scene of a fight only to find the bodies gone and tracks leading away? Rumours and stories had started to develop between the human scavengers, especially those that had by chance caught a glimpse of Innocence. Stories of a dead woman who yet walked the lands, a woman who gathered the dead and whisked them away into the snows and the ice of the north. They whispered their tales of her in taverns and inns, gathering close to the fires and gripping their mugs of ale tightly. Now and then they would look fearfully to the windows, as if they felt the empty gaze of Innocence upon their backs.

Rarely did Innocence show herself to the living, they were disease, they were sickness, they were the infection that her Master wished her to rid the lands of. But now...something had called her to the gathering of the Reality, her pale eyes moving over them, her face blank and cold as the corpse that she truly was. Infection, her words were low and whsipered still, I can feel the infection, the disease. The false Ones seek to prolong it, use it to elevate Themselves above the Lord, They gorge Themselves upon the disease and hope to overthrow Him. I cannot allow it, They must be shown for what They really are; less than Him, always less than Him.

She stood still, far more still than any human could, almost as though she had been turned to stone where she stood. I am Innocence, from the northern snows I have travelled, seeking only to do His bidding. The mists on the foothills had whispered to her, speaking to her, but not telling her of a battlefield as they usually did. No instead they had urged her to travel to the lands of the Reality, assuring her that work waited for her work, work to be done in His name.

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A shadow figure moved quickly and quietly though the room revealing itself in Eiseth's presence.

I am here.


These words were all the words necessary to let her know that he would be by their side on this new quest. An evil grin formed in his face thinking of new kills to be had and to finally travel the land once more. It had been a while since he had come out of his deep rest but it had been extremely long since he had moved about the land with purpost. To accomplish that in wish his worship would be felt greater then ever please him

Let me know what needs to be done. I can never do enough to help Darden nor can I do enough to help those all here. My loyalty will always lie with you.

He found himself lucky to be around a group this loyal. A group this destructive and inspired. He found himself remembering a long past of allies that had quickly eroded into little more then rocks. He felt his own destruction was only granted more with these as companions to anything that was given as quest or mission.

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Venorik watched Nether as he moved to stand behind Eisheth. He could feel the rage within this one. The chaos of emotions with in him as he fought to control his more basic urges. Venorik and learned to control himself long before. Though it had been at a high price several villages where destroyed and many innocents where lost. At last if had been the screams of a young child that had brought him to his senses. But that was in ages past and Venorik cared not to let his mind linger on such things.

He turned his gaze on Nether once more his crimson eyes glowing softly with interest. He was begining to like this one more allready such unbridled rage. Yet such things might cause problems for him, he would have to watch this one closesly, until he could discern his intentions. Max circled around his master his twin heads looking in all directions as they sniffed the air. The hound watched all closely ever vigilant and almost always ready for anything.

Venorik turned his attention from Nether not wishing to vex him farther. For he knew the fine line he now tread and he would not purposefully push him from it. Instead he turn to regard Innocence, he stepped close to the creature his massive frame towering over her once mortal form. At once he could smell the scent of death thick upon her. He knew of such creatures though he feared them little. He was a creature of the lower planes and with out a soul. He could never be turned into one of the undead. For death here only ment he would return to the lower planes or if one knew what they where doing he could be utterly destroyed. Either way no lifeless body would be left behind to be twisted by dark magics.

Max stayed back from his master now his superior sense smell told him to be weary of this creature. Venorik smiled to himself still looking the creature over, yes this was going to be an interesting adventure indeed, he thought. He was slightly disappointed though for he only felt a icy chill from within the creature, maybe it was a single minded obsession he couldn't be sure. Such things hardly lead to chaos though. Yet such a creature joinig their quest still brought much interest to the demon. Perhaps he would learn more of it in the times to come.

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Crynus had retired deep into his study, tomes and bottles of various creatures, preserved some and some still eyeing those who entered from their glassy prisons with hostile eyes, burning scales. Studying the large tomes on his desk he frequently stopped to rest, the symbols on the page were never meant for eyes such as his to read, and the mental control it took for him to even decipher one of the symbols was a feat in itself.

Such was his concentration into the tome, that he missed the shadowy figure of an imp, peering at him pensively with large yellow eyes, shrouded in darkness. The imp waited impatiently, hopping on one foot than another, but daring not to disturb this one, for it had strict orders from his master, orders that would be obeyed verbatim. Hours passed, candles burned low and then were magically replaced, so that the master of this keep could study without interruption.

The imp had gone to peering into a large glass jar, that held some sort of aquatic creature that had burning red eyes and glowing fins, the imp poked and blinked its huge eyes, entraced by the floating creature, and the creature dangled its glowing tail in front of the large yellow orbs, trying to figure out a way to eat them. Crynus turned as he heard the small tapping noise against the glass and seeing the imp he frowned impatiently and held out his hand. The imp turned quickly and placed into it a scroll, then as quickly as he had come, he began to fade into the black mist from which he was created. Crynus read the scribe and sat for a moment, pondering its message. He hastened to call his own servants, dark wraiths appeared with cloak and armor, sword and helm. He donned these on quickly, while sending his own message out in return. As he approached his courtyard, his dragon mount was laying with closed eyes, which promptly opened when he came into view. The large dragon stretched, wings creaking and popping as they extended to their full width, and with a leap they were airborne, heading toward the East and those that would begin this adventure, so that he may join them and take part in this quest of vast importance.

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Damn I'm late, I push my horse as hard as it'll run, but with full packs its hard to get her moving fast enough. I hope they havent left yet. As I come around the ccrner I see the group, getting pretty large in numbers, milling around waiting for this one or that one. I pull the reigns up and bring the horse to a trot, jumping off I draw my axe and take a big swing overhead, as the axe hits the ground a blue light flashes and a large crack is heard, the ground freezes into solid ice for 10 feet all around me, the ground crumples and a huge crevice appears where my axe struck.

"Everyone, I am Kaemon, I bring my axe to the Reality in this quest, so that I may spill the blood of many beings across it, and smile in their deathly sorrow."

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Satisfied with Venorik's intentions, Nether's mind turns to Eisheth's words. Looking to the stars he could almost make out the vast cloud of chaos that surrounded thier world. The heavens indeed, a swirling mass of fire and despair. Just then Kaemon arrived and introduced himself quit abruptly. This brought a smile to the young demon's face. Such men were needed on a quest like this one.

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Ammon watched from the shadows along the tree line. He had been traveling for some time. The road behind was filled with grief and remorse.

He'ld been travelling for a fortnight when he came upon this band of Dardonites. The quest the lady spoke of was intriguing. Such bold adventures were rare in this day.

He strode towards the group, Hail!! My name is Ammon. I ask permission to join your expedition. I offer my sword, my magicks, and my loyalty.
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Blinky was glad to be back. So many new faces surrounded him, yet all loyal. He was impressed, definitely impressed. He studied each with his keen eyes. They were certainly an impressive bunch, and could wreak a lot of havoc if given half an opportunity to do so. Somehow, he had a feeling that, with his mistress' words, they might get that opportunity. It would be interesting to see how this quest progressed, and he for one was anxious to wield some of his more interesting spells. Still, for now he was content to sit idle, once again reuinted with his mistress, once again at home and at ease. Yes, it was certainly good to be among friends.


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Taldric eyed the new arrival with unfeigned indifference. He offered his sword and magics which Taldric would accept readily, but the last he was not so sure. What was bringing this human to consort with demons? However, in these times any help that could be brought to bear might be necessary....but Taldric would keep an eye on him.

Hail, Ammon! We accept your offer. Come and wet your blade in heathen blood with us....if you have the stomach.

He would definately keep an eye on this one. The demon only wished his advisor could watch his back instead of his kingdom, but that was the sacrifice of ruling a kingdom.

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Spoken like a true demon. May our roads together be filled with glory. If Darden is willing than perhaps you'll learn to smile as well Taldric. Though a human alone i may be. You'll soon find my uses are endless.

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A black had slid from the small slit in the air, its hand a black skeletal spectre, reaching for the Rod and armor, black eyes gleamed colder than darkness, burning visage that was at once transparent but yet solid. The armor and rod floated into the small crack in the air and vanished. With no sound at all the hand drew back into the crevice, but not before briefly touching the table, a simple touch and the table froze in mere seconds. The slit was sealed, and the hand and rod and armor were gone.

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Whoa! What in the nine hells is that? Kaemon pointed to the black hand reaching out from seemingly nowhere, as the rod of whoever and the armor of whoever else (I concern myself not with foolishness such as gods, men decide the faith of this realm.) floated up to the deathly hand and started to pull back inside the tear.

"Not today there creepy! Have a feel of this!" I gripped my axe and let loose a full swing, coming down on top of the hand I felt the axe hit the smoky shadow but it rebounded like I hit dragonscale, the axe's magic hitting the hand and the force of the blast knocked me backward off my feet. When I woke up the hand was gone, my face was burned slightly from the icy cold of my axe (why couldnt I have found a stupid fire axe?) and all that lay on the ground was a frozen peice of blackened finger, slowly twitching as it seem to begin to melt into the ground.

"Damn! Thats a bad omen to start a quest that way, creepy damn hands coming out of the air stealing our stuff, Crynus what the hell is that and why in hell's name is it robbing us?" Crynus, being the more magical scholarly type, should at least know a thing of two about what the hell just stuck its hand out and robbed us."

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"Don't touch it, it will burn with ice..." Crynus leaped from his dragonmount, as it clawed and churned up the earth, smelling the demons that made up most of the beings in this quest. As he approached the twisted bonelike appendage, the mark on his arm began to grow cold, and twisted again into a picture of a shadowy figure, complete with large scythe and formless figure. Crynus reached down and put his hand over the finger, closing his eyes he spoke a few words in a language long since dead to most that would walk these lands. The finger started to smoke and hiss, popping sparks and a blue light started to glow from it. Crynus held out his hand until the finger melted into the snow, he then opened his eyes and nodded to his dragon, who leapt into the sky, and headed north, to a place where answers hopefully would come forth, that is, if the one who might have them would divulge their secrets.

"It is most disturbing indeed Kae, not only have the Rod and Armor our GM left us been taken, but she herself has also been abducted, apparently by the same being or beings. I may know someone that has knowledge of these beings, but he is old and most difficult to locate. I have sent my dragon to find him, until then I suggest we begin to search the ancient lands to the East, to see if any other clues become available."

Crynus lept atop of an extra horse Kaemon had brought and they started to gather up the provisions for the long trip, there were some in the group that could cover more ground, but who also would be of limited help in the cities that did not feel the same way the Reality did about demons in their shops and taverns. Time would tell where this quest would lead them, but Crynus would have to assume the reigns of DR until that time in which their Demoness could be found.

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The demon watch as the hand came through the rift in the air. His crimson eyes revealed a mixture of surprise and rage all at once. For he had reconized the hand and new what kind of being it belong too. A creature of shadow that whispers of silent death. He had heard of such creatures during his time in the abyss. He knew little of them though, for even there they were rare. Yet he knew they were deadly bring quick death and were to be respected even by his kind. For to let your guard down near such a creature was to invite death upon your door.

That such a creature had Eisheth did not bode well. The great demon's eye seethed with rage there pupil-less depth a maelstrom. For to threaten the demon's allies was to threaten Venorik himself and somethings where just not to be done. Max growled lowly sensing his masters rage. The demon took a few steps back from others his tense form rippling with power. He could not be near them right now. For one wrong word, one brush against his black hide could set him off. He would fall into a rage chaos spreading from him as he ripped into friend and foe alike. Also there were to many demons around and they to might fall within themselves like sharks to a feeding frenzy.

To stand against all such crazied demons would greatly threaten those here and Venorik would not have it. He took another step back his massive frame shaking with anger as his breaths came in sharp rasps. The demon struggled to control himself and finally he appeared to calm his eyes swirling slowly once more, calmly. His mind clearing once more as the thought of the situation at hand.

"Lord Crynus, might I suggest we break up into groups before we leave? For our abilities vary greatly here . I can move swiftly through the skies but also I can bare others with me if need be. Yet I believe the groups should be varied to complent one another for to send all of one kind together may lead to folly. For who can fore see what skills maybe needed in near future?"

Venorik said as he looked at Crynus his mind rational once more. Yet there was still an underlying fury shimmering in his eyes. One that could be released when the time was right. Whoa onto the foe that crossed the demon's path next.

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Innocence watched all that happened in silence, she did not speak a single word as the concersation went back and forth. Idle chatter was not her way, when she spoke it was for a reason, a purpose, beyond that words had no use for her. Just as with emotions she had cast aside the use of words unless they were absolutely necessary. Words were a part of the living, the dead had no need of them, all the dead needed was to follow her lead, to seek out the infection of the living and cauterize it permanently. One day it would happen, one day there would be no more disease upon the isle, no more festering living creatures to pollute the Lord's will. The living already aidded her in her holy task, though they did not seem aware of it, slaughtering one another without a thought. Did a single day go by when lives were not ended upon the sword point of a percieved heathen?

Death stalked the lands of the isle every day, talking young and old alike, not caring if a soul had lived a rich and full life or if it was a newly born child. Life squandered or life used well, it did not matter which, death woudl take them all, killed because they were caught up in wars that they had done nothing to start. It did not matter whether they were Isonian or Foretian or of the true faith, the wars of the guilds killed them all. The guilds furthered Innocence's agenda, doing her work for her, carrying out the plans of Darden unknowingly. It pleased her to know that the Lord's will was being done, that the living were truly no more than puppets of the Lord of Sorrows. Surely the wars were a sign of that? A sign that Darden's will would be done. A sign that secretly the living longed to carry out His plan and cleanse the world of life.

The demons had gathered, each one offering their aid gladly in the quest, though the quest itself seemed to change even as the dead priestess stood silent. Where once they had claimed to seek out the Rod of Justice and the Armour of War, now they spoke of their leader, the demoness Eisheth being taken by the same creatures that had taken the items from the altar. Change...it was the way of the living and therefore an abomination to Innocence. The living caused change, praised it when it aided them, ignored it when it id not, change had brought the living from being savages to civilisation. It was a sin against the Lord, one that would not go unpunished, not when she believed that He wanted nothing other than death.

Her dead eyes fell upon the living one, the man who had called himself Ammon and had come without apparent fear into the gathering of demons and others. His life seemed to cry out to her, begging her to extinguish it, to purify his soul in death and show him the true way of the Lord. She could end it for him, end the disease that he was a part of, plunge his soul into the purity of death and raise him up again in death. Death would open his eyes no matter how much he might struggle to hold onto his life, in death he would see the true way, he would realise that the one true God wished the isle to be cleansed of life. They all realised that eventually, when their heart stopped and they opened their eyes as the dead it came to them, the realisation that their lives had been no more than an infection upon the isle. The Lord no doubt watched with joy in His heart as such people repented of their lives and joined the army of dead, redemned souls that Innocence gathered for Him.

A soft mist seemed to rise up from the ground about Innocence, drawing close to her like a lover. It whispered to her as her dead eyes continued to watch the living man...leave him alive for now, it is the way He wishes it, death shall come to that one eventually but now is not the appointed day...The mist clung to her pale, cold flesh, leaving droplets of chilled water upon her skin, though she gave no outward sign of noticing them.

The dead priestess turned her eyes towards the demons instead. They were an interesting question-mark in her never-ending quest to rid the world of the pestilence of life. The mists had sometimes told her to kill them, treating them as if they were the same as humans, elves or any of the other myraid of races that swarmed across the surface of the isle or hid beneath its surface. But at other times the voice of the mists toldher to leave them be, to allow them to live because they served the Lord's purpose better alive than dead. If she had still been capable of it perhaps Innocence would have felt confusion at the mists's continually changing stance upon the subject of demons. But she did not question the voice that came to her from the mists.

And so she stood still, watching, waiting.

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The Dark Whisper came into the dark surroundings of the cave through a crack in the very fabric of reality, being not of this plane it could move to and fro from its plane of existence to this one. As it came through it carried a large demoness, unconscious eyes showing nothing but blackness, held immolized by its dark magic. The Whisper made a hissing sound, like leaves rustling in the wind, as it threw the demon into a heap and likewise the bag which held the rod and armor it had been sent for.

Its robes flowed like smoke around it, hiding its ethreal body, black as night. Its hand however it held out, fingers of black bonelike, one hand showing only 4, as the one that had been cut off now, hissed and dripped black smoke which evaporated as it hit the floor. The Whisper thrashed too and fro, and eventually the dripping smoke subsided, it turned its attention to the demoness on the floor, hands outstretched burning with an eery red light. She would pay for this pain it had felt.


"Do not harm the demon, she is not your concern, thoset that follow her banner search for her now, make sure they do not find here or the items..." The voice that spoke came as if from the very earth itself, and the Whisper recoiled its hands, red glow gone. Its master had spoken and try as it migh it could not disobey.

The Dark Whisper began to grow in size, its dark shadow filling the entire cave entrace. Eyes of all shapes and sizes started appearing, growing in size as if monsters from another place where coming through the darkness, coming to kil those that would stop it from its mission.

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The scene slid into chaos as the shadowy form appeared and took both the demonic leader of the Reality and the Rod and Armor, and in this time Dark Sage slipped from the nearby tree-line to come to his master's side. He eyed the other demon's suspiciously, but advanced up to Taldric steadfastly.

My master, it is certain that the quest that presents itself before you will be perilous to say the least. While I must stay behind and watch after your realm, I've made something to accompany you.

With a high-pitched whistle, two compact balls of black shot from the trees where Sage had came. Two lithe feline forms the shade of midnight circled around their master-to-be. Their red eyes glowed in the encroaching darkness, and their savage claws glistened in the moonlight.

Their names are Glinvan and Nyrka. I feel they will serve you well in the days to come. The magic is strong in them.

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Crynus nodded to Venorik, indeed it would make the most sense to split up and search the lands of those run by different kingdoms, perhaps they had seen or heard something. It was a daunting task to say the least, the lands while in older, more ancient times had enough kingdoms and guilds that word would spread quite quickly and answers and news heard within days, now it was many days travel between the lands of the Forets, Dardens and Isonians, and the lands inbetween were filled with creatures let loose on either side, to take the lives of those that would cross the great divides. Indeed only armies, thousands strong, or the theives that knew the darkest most secret routes would travel back and forth.

" I agree, Venorik take 2 with you, scan the lands to the West, if you see anything or hear of strange news or events, send word to us and we will come with armies to lay seige if need be."

"Taldric , take 2 as well and cover the frozen lands to the North, beware the beings that live there, as they worship their own demons and have no love for those that would wander their lands uninvited.

"Those that are more human in size will come with myself and Kaemon, we shall go to the ancient Drow City and seek our answers from the black elves themselves, they know more than any regarding the black arts."

Upon this the guild members began gathering their equipment and getting their groups together and planning their course of action.

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