Post by Addis Hellfire on May 15, 2008 23:55:49 GMT
[OOC: Continued from Rest and Refuge. This is the last post about the Hellfire Brothers as you know them. I am merging Addis and Flaccus' actions and words into one post for this one. I'll have [Name] for each character.]
[Addis]
*Addis lands near Flaccus, and the both of them look at the Black Robed Mage that wasn't there a second ago.*
"Tell us, whom do you serve, Black Robe."
[Black Robed Mage (BRM)]
*The mage's face is covered by his hood, but a hint of a smile can be detected.*
"I serve Nuitari first, as he is the patron of the Black Robes. Of course, seeing as Nuitari is the offspring of Tahkesis, I will serve her minions in their time of need. Come, I have the spell Plane Shift prepared for our journy back to Krynn. I have also been instructed to teach you how to become a Plainswalker, and about the other realms."
[Flaccus]
*Flaccus gives a annoyed hiss.*
"Enough talk, mages. We must be off, or the war will be over before we get there."
[Addis]
*Addis remains silent, taking in everything that is said. He then looks directly at the Black Robe, and asks a question.*
"How many other realms are there, Black Robe?"
[BRM]
"Why, there are many realms that we do not know about. We do know a few: Krynn, Domineeria, Mirrodin, Third Earth, Barovia, Gothica, QuaVaam, Ivalice, and of course the City of Doors. And yes, Sivak, we must go."
[Addis]
"The City of Doors . . . How can a city be a real-"
[BRM]
"Hold your questions. We must be off."
[All]
Addis and Flaccus looked at each other, shrugged, and stepped towards the mage. Immediatly, they were consummed in darkness and in fire - the very things that give them their name of Hellfire - and disappeared . . .
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[OOC: Back to normal Rp'ing. And now for the older Addis. I say older because time can pass differently for the realms. More than 20 years have passed for the Hellfire Brothers]
A portal, outlined in pillars of flame, filled to the brim with darkness, about 3 miles from the gates to Wolfenden Village. Two figures wearing tattered cloaks, step out from the portal. The portal closes behind them as if it never existed.
*Addis looks around the area, searching for any signs of elven hunting parties. He reaches around his neck, feeling the slave collar that was almost fused to his scails. He points at the lock and unleashes a Energy Ray, causing the collar to fly off. Rubbing the tender spot around his neck, Addis breathes a sigh of relief. His scails - once bright golden in his youth - are now dull and lusterless. Addis looks at the cloak he had been using as a disguise and, for cold weather, a blanket. Seeing how torn and damaged it is, he casts it aside.*
"We're alive, Brother. We may be one of the last surviving Draconians in all the realms, but we are still alive."
[Addis]
*Addis lands near Flaccus, and the both of them look at the Black Robed Mage that wasn't there a second ago.*
"Tell us, whom do you serve, Black Robe."
[Black Robed Mage (BRM)]
*The mage's face is covered by his hood, but a hint of a smile can be detected.*
"I serve Nuitari first, as he is the patron of the Black Robes. Of course, seeing as Nuitari is the offspring of Tahkesis, I will serve her minions in their time of need. Come, I have the spell Plane Shift prepared for our journy back to Krynn. I have also been instructed to teach you how to become a Plainswalker, and about the other realms."
[Flaccus]
*Flaccus gives a annoyed hiss.*
"Enough talk, mages. We must be off, or the war will be over before we get there."
[Addis]
*Addis remains silent, taking in everything that is said. He then looks directly at the Black Robe, and asks a question.*
"How many other realms are there, Black Robe?"
[BRM]
"Why, there are many realms that we do not know about. We do know a few: Krynn, Domineeria, Mirrodin, Third Earth, Barovia, Gothica, QuaVaam, Ivalice, and of course the City of Doors. And yes, Sivak, we must go."
[Addis]
"The City of Doors . . . How can a city be a real-"
[BRM]
"Hold your questions. We must be off."
[All]
Addis and Flaccus looked at each other, shrugged, and stepped towards the mage. Immediatly, they were consummed in darkness and in fire - the very things that give them their name of Hellfire - and disappeared . . .
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[OOC: Back to normal Rp'ing. And now for the older Addis. I say older because time can pass differently for the realms. More than 20 years have passed for the Hellfire Brothers]
A portal, outlined in pillars of flame, filled to the brim with darkness, about 3 miles from the gates to Wolfenden Village. Two figures wearing tattered cloaks, step out from the portal. The portal closes behind them as if it never existed.
*Addis looks around the area, searching for any signs of elven hunting parties. He reaches around his neck, feeling the slave collar that was almost fused to his scails. He points at the lock and unleashes a Energy Ray, causing the collar to fly off. Rubbing the tender spot around his neck, Addis breathes a sigh of relief. His scails - once bright golden in his youth - are now dull and lusterless. Addis looks at the cloak he had been using as a disguise and, for cold weather, a blanket. Seeing how torn and damaged it is, he casts it aside.*
"We're alive, Brother. We may be one of the last surviving Draconians in all the realms, but we are still alive."
