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Post by ringmasterrob on Jun 2, 2004 12:03:44 GMT
*Rob turns the coin around in his hands, over and over, examining the markings on it. He couldn't recognise any of it, only realising from its pulsing that all his power was contained within this very coin.*
Rob: So what happens now? How do I get this blasted thing to work?!
[OOC: Time out! Till 5.15 on request of Tom]
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Post by Tom Troughton on Jun 2, 2004 16:23:21 GMT
*Tom turns and eyes the coin.*
"Hmmm. It certainly contains magical power of some kind."
"I wounder how we opperate it."
*Tom moves over to Rob, as he dose so a voice rings out in his head.*
"DO NOT INTERFER BROTHER."
<Tom wispers firecly so only Rob hears.>
"Oh shut up, I'm not going to abandone a freind."
"Our Laws must be obayed."
"Dam the laws, there's a persons life at stake."
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Post by ringmasterrob on Jun 2, 2004 16:28:55 GMT
*Trying to put Visage’s coin that contained all of his power into some reverse way to return the stolen power proved confusing and with no success. Dismaying that he may be stuck like this for the rest of his short life Rob sighed and lent forward. Rob felt a sudden surge, he thought he was about to vomit again, vomiting was something that had begun to come naturally to him in the last week. Something was different, he felt his wounds calming. The coin was spinning wildly and discharging the stolen power. He pulled out a strand of hair and it was back to its former flush of colour, the cuts were gone. His head was calmer and he cast a spell at the ground causing beautiful flowers to sprout in droves.* Rob: My, my power is returning! This is spectacular Tom! I... I NO! Something is not right this is too much, ARGH! My head! The power it’s killing me, make it stop! *Rob feels more surges, the coin’s effects have gone horribly wrong and he is absorbing ALL the mana force, this is too much for one person and his eyes are glowing a brilliant white with the sheer energy. His robes, staff and other clothing begin to glow with the same force. He seems to be swelling larger and larger* Rob: *as he speaks his voice sounds like the voice of a god* the power good gracious such power, I see all, the beginnings of this world and its end. What am I becoming? A god? *The power drain is becoming noticeable, wise magic and spell casters all around Wolfenden feel their magic stopping, their spells faltering and their power draining. All magical items, gifted spells and potions are ineffective. All the while Rob’s power grows and grows. He is now gargantuan but he does not have a recognisable shape just a huge glow of the brilliant white light. He speaks in a nearly deafening voice coming from far above* Rob: TOM! HELP ME PLEASE, THIS POWER IS TOO MUCH! MY MIND IT CANNOT TAKE THIS STRAIN TAKE SOME OF IT HELP *Tom touches the coin and begins to gain some of the power, a tiny percentage compared to the power Rob has but still far greater than any power he has known before. So much power that Tom’s people managed to detect the magic aura he is giving off. Meanwhile Rob can sense something wrong, the power is becoming less stable, whatever his mind as become it hurts. He is overcharging; almost the entire mana flow of this world is now contained within him, Once it is all absorbed into him then a catastrophic discharge would happen, it could even end the world.* Rob: THIS IS NO GOOD TOM, LEAVE THE AREA AND CLEAR AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN FROM HERE. I KNOW WHAT I MUST DO! *As Tom leads people away all away, no one notices the strange ghostly figure that approaches Tom, or sees the reaction on Tom’s face. Then in the blink of an eye Tom and the figure disappear. No one knows it yet but the Alzans have teleported him to their realm for their own purposes. Rob’s power is giving him knowledge, all the knowledge there ever was. Suddenly he had it; he could destroy Scareye for good but at a sacrifice. Scareye’s life force was a magical one, a half life, half death. His life was BOUND TO THE MANA FLOW. Other than destroying all the magical energies which would cause widespread chaos to a world so adapted to magic, it would be like Rob’s power loss on a huge scale. Yet if the mana flow could be frozen for the briefest of seconds Scareye’s life force would end and he would be just a spirit. If Rob could teleport himself to an unknown realm with all this power then the mana flow for this world and the Netherworlds would stop, then the power could return leaving both worlds free of Scareye, however Rob could not keep all the power. Already he could feel his mind dying under the strain; he would be killed or maddened by it all. He would have to stay wherever he ended up, if the realm could offer him survivable conditions, if not the sacrifice would be worth it.* Rob: THIS SHALL BE THE END TO YOU SCAREYE; I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR THIS. AS TO YOU ALL MY FRIENDS WE MAY NEVER MEET AGAIN BUT I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW I CARE FOR YOU ALL AND THAT WE SHALL ALWAYS BE TOGETHER IN SPIRIT. I SHALL SACRIFCE MYSELF TO SAVE YOU FROM THE BIGGER EVIL. GOODBYE TO YOU ALL! *Rob conjured up a gate to another dimension and a huge flash was caused, to those watching in Wolfenden it was spectacular the brilliant white turned to a sky blue and for a second the body of the Ringmaster how he had once been was visible, and then he was gone. The discharge of energy from the gate caused a large explosion, but thanks to Tom’s efforts those in the vicinity had been evacuated and no lives were lost. The mana was gone for a second then all those who had felt their magical powers and items gone and useless felt them return as if it had not happened, most of them probably did not notice a few minutes without their power. Yet the servants of Scareye had, the mages who formed his inner circle felt his presence gone and they themselves who had invested so much of their souls into Scareye’s energy were vanquished, an army of dragons lead by one named Dracus fell from the sky with screeches of pain. The assassins Visage had tricked into joining Scareye felt their own will come back and decided to seek out their former Lady. The sacrifice had been made and the archmage was gone, those who had seen the white light and the explosion commented on just how godlike the presence had been, some refused to believe it was the humble Ringmaster, insisting a real God had interfered. The friends of Rob were left, those who could sense knowing his spirit was out of their reach, yet something told them he was not dead. The links with the Netherworlds and Wolfenden had died, never again would either world be threatened with each other. Wherever Rob was he would surely know that his bravery had saved both worlds from the greatest evil of all* [OOC: There you have it, all characters in this post have given permission for their actions. Hope you enjoyed it!]
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Post by scareye on Jun 2, 2004 16:29:37 GMT
*With his servant’s failure and the Ringmaster about to regain his power Scareye’s fury rose and rose, he decided to launch his army into a full-scale revenge assault on the Netherworlds, the pathetic realm would pay for their archmage’s success. He took control of his minions, his mind power controlling them all at once. He was in sole command of his forces and the end had come. The dragons flew full haste towards the ‘White Hills’ and his mages charged up their magic, soon all would be over and the Ringmaster’s quest would have failed. Then he heard a voice, it was saying something. The voice was that of Rob’s but much more powerful and forbidding “THIS SHALL BE THE END TO YOU SCAREYE; I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR THIS”* Scareye: Ha! What can you do puny ringmaster? Your ‘power’ is nothing to what I am now; I am neither alive nor dead. I am the ultimate evil and you will soon see the end of the Netherworlds! *Scareye pressed on, but suddenly he began to feel tired. That was not right; he was above such pathetic mortal fatigue. He felt his control over his minions slipping, his power and influence lessening and then before he knew it he was gone. Wiped from existence as the mana flow halted and by the time it returned his spirit had moved on. A swift end, not a painful one and nothing compared to what his evil deserved but it was enough. His armies will was crushed, as he had been controlling them at the time most of them died of the shock of their power being withdrawn so quickly, including Dracus and his dragons that all fell from the sky and crushed a Dark Legion fortress. Scareye’s inner circle faded with him and all was gone of the Dark Legion. The forces of the Netherworlds sensed their victory and huge celebrations were held in honour of their hero the Ringmaster who in his sacrifice had completed his ongoing quest to bring peace to the land he loved so much. As the assassins who had regained their will fled through some remaining portals to Wolfenden and so did a few other characters, including Scareye’s only remaing henchman a Half-Atlantian Mercenary, then the final portal was closed of forever. Peace had been brought to the Netherworlds once and for all. The great evil had final gone and the good on both sides could rest easily again. Yet the loss of their friend the Ringmaster was felt painfully on both worlds, in the Netherworlds a huge farewell gathering was held in his honour and a whole new city was built and dedicated to his memory, while the people in the Netherworlds rebuilt and re-began their lives.* [ModNote: Earlier appearances by Scareye would later be seen in flashback form, here. More of Ringmasterrob's story can be found here.]
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Post by Tom Troughton on Jun 2, 2004 16:42:12 GMT
*It was not untill a few minuets after, Rob's sacriffice, that the dissaperence of Tom was first noticed, people serched high and low for him. But all that could be found was his Recorder laying not far from the area that the Blast of magic energy had occured.*
*No one had seen the Ghostly figure that had teleported Tom away and the people of Wolfenden assumed he had perrished in the blast.*
"Probabley went Back to try and help the Ringmaster and was caught in the blast."
*Was the general explination. As with the Ringmaster but to a lesser extent the Death of The Hobo Magician was morned by The Good people of Wolfenden.*
*But Tom was not dead, although he would have preferd death to this fate. They'd caught him, his luck had run out and now he was in there hands and at there mercy.*
*Far away from his freinds and the people he cared about, he had returned to a place that in any person userly fills them with joy and happiness, but Tom was filled with Fear and Hate. He had returned Home, The Alzans had caught him.*
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Post by Tom Troughton on Jun 2, 2004 16:43:04 GMT
*Tom came to and looked around him it was complete blackness. But he knew exactly were he was.*
“So Brother you return to us.”
*Tom looked to were the voice had come from and a light shone down on him.*
“You have caused us a great deal of trouble and have violated our laws. Lord…..”
“Hold it. First off I don’t go by THAT name anymore. I am Tom Troughton.”
“Very well then. So be it.”
*The Light grew a bit more intense. *
“BUT the laws have been broken have they not?”
“Yes.”
“So you admit your guilt. You interfered in other races problems.”
“Only on the side of Good.”
“This is true and has been noted in mitigation.”
“Mitigation?”
“Yes. You have pleaded Guilty have you not?”
“I wasn’t aware I was on Trial. But yes I am guilty. There’s no point denying that.”
“BUT YOU ARE JUST AS GUILTY OF NOT HELPING IN TH FIGHT AGAINST EVIL.”
“We accept Evil must be fort but it is not the place of The Alzan race to interfere in another races Problems.”
“What about the evils I’ve faced? Goblins, Miremen, Red Dragons, Edward Deal, Lady Morgan De Chaos, Lord Fear & Scareye the worst of the worst.”
“This again has been noted. And we have reached the conclusion that you can no longer live in our realm.”
“The why have you brought me back?”
“Because your sentence is not just exile from this realm. We have chosen a Realm in which you will serve your exile.”
“Exile?”
“You will be sent to the Realm SKARZAN. And stay there for as long as we deem proper.”
“You can’t It’s Its’ so, so DULL.”
“That is what we have decided. Now there is no more to be said Tom Troughton. You will begin your Exile NOW.”
*The Light Intensified Tom began to fade. *
“Is This Some Sort Of Joke?”
*He was nearly consumed by the light now. *
“I refuse to be treated this way.”
“Now What are you doing?”
“STOP.”
*Tom was gone but his voice echoed for a few minuets more. *
“STOP. You can’t do this to me.”
*The all was silent. *
“Shame really.”
*The Voice commented. *
“He Would have brightened this place up no end.”
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Post by Tom Troughton on Jun 2, 2004 16:53:09 GMT
*With that the voice faded away and the vortex into which Tom had been pulled closed sealing him inside untill his own race decided he had been punished enough.* *Tom driffted into the blackness, his last thoughts befor he enterd the vortex were of his freinds.* "Fairwell and fairchance my freinds." "Julia, Meliss & Sidriss. Stay safe." "Young Grimwald, goodbye my civerlised oger friend." "Hordriss, once any enamey now a close freind. I wish you the best may you one day find the redemtion you seek." "Rob, I will miss you, you always reminded me of what I could have been. I know you are alive, and I hope that you are safe, were ever you are." "And Nobale Ursula. I will miss you the most. The best freind I ever had. Bravehart Untill we meet again." "Untill we meet again my Freinds." *The Vortex Closed and Tom Troughton was gone.* [ModNote: Tom's story would later resume in Awaiting Orders.]
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Jun 2, 2004 17:48:57 GMT
[ModNote: In response to an order from Sylvester Hands...] * A hobgoblin, two goblins, two miremen and several skeletrons who had been observing these remarkable proceedings (not those in other dimensions, obviously) from a distance slink back to the Dungeons. Those with enough intelligence to be embarassed look distinctly so. *
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Ah Wok
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Post by Ah Wok on Jun 2, 2004 18:15:22 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Ah Wok's home.] *Ah Wok enters Wolfenden a parks his stall a far bit away from the cword and then walks up to them* "Excwse mwe but Ah Wok would wike to rnow what has happened?" ask a villager.
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Post by ringmasterrob on Jun 2, 2004 18:20:58 GMT
*The villager tells of the events, and relates his tale to anyone who asks (OOC: Just to save making the same post if any other dwellers want to find out) Of the Ringmaster and Tom's disappearances. All who gather listen with intent dismay and sadness at the loss of such great men.*
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Ah Wok
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Post by Ah Wok on Jun 2, 2004 18:25:17 GMT
*Ah Wok stands shock about what happened*
"Even thwough Ah Wok wasn't hwere when the event happened, Ah Wok would like to say twhat we have wost two heric and bwave men." said Ah Wok in a mourning tone.
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Ah Wok
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Post by Ah Wok on Jun 2, 2004 19:22:20 GMT
(Sorry about the double post) *Ah Wok leaves after a few talks with some villagers and walks back to his stall and goes to the Marketplace* (Ah Wok is going to 'A Bandage Or Two..?..' thread)
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