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Marcus member of RPG for 14 years

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5.00 INK received in tips.

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The Spell Plague Experiment

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1.50 INK received for post #2790230, located in Gambit's Bar:

Rain began to fall within the city as a young man being accompanied by two sleek white droids walked into Gambit's Bar. The young fellow began to wipe off a bit of the dampness from his coat only to snap his fingers causing the moisture to suddenly retreat from his clothes and vanish into nothingness. The pitter-patter of the rain outside was almost hypnotic but it did not lull the patrons to blissfull booze-filled slumber but instead only added to the rather perplexing room as there was dust everywhere and it seemed colder inside the establishment than outside in the rain.

"Take my coat and accompany me over to that table."

Douglas muttered as he began to remove his coat and hand it off to one of the droids. The young man walked with an umbrella as if he was using a cane while his two cohorts quickly followed. Kicking up a bit of the dust in their path The Gentleman began to look at the dust a bit more carefully and felt a sudden need to pick at the substance but decided he'd wait until he was seated and served. His two guards simply stood by the table and awaited further orders whilst their owner began to look through the list of drinks available for consumption.

0.50 INK received for post #2790964, located in The Skyfall Crypts:

The Necromancer held the femur and began to whisper a few eldritch words as the bone began to glow with an ominous green aura. The old Hag seemed pleased as two of the cultist approached. It was evident that they had no understanding of the arcane and what little they did understand of the divine had to have been superstitions and rumors. Agatha reached for a wicked knife upon her belt only to offer it towards the cultist who didn't flinch from the bone.

"Cut your hand, Dearie. Offer that force of life which flows strongly through your veins and take your rightful place amongst those who would oppress and belittle you."

Ulaerius smirk as he made his way past the two monks and towards the bodies laying out for their ritual transference. The dead king was a thing of potential even if he was no longer host but the former Seer of Skyfall was something to behold. The Plaguebringer rested his staff against Trophonia's resting space and his hand dug deep into the fresh wound that the prophet suffered only to feel blood-soaked organs and mangled flesh between his fingers.

"She suffered, but not too long I presume a pity."

Ulaerius began to examine the body a bit further as he removed his blood-covered hand only to then bring it towards the crystal that was the focal point for Artrea and their corruption. He simply brought his hand up high over his head and began his own chanting as the eldritch nature of his magic began to manifest as a sickly arcane ring shimmered around the stone.

"Khepa, Khepa, Ra Asparuk...."

Ulaerius whispered his chant as he brought his hand down upon the crystal focus now. The corruption that would take hold would be that of Artrea's design and hopes but backed by the power that the necromancer offered. His chant was no ordinary spell but of a contract for something greater.

Elsewhere within the dungeon, Eurander would let out a sharp gasp as the corpse he was about to pilfer from suddenly began to stir and let out a guttural groan. The Half-Elf quickly pulled a knife from a sheath on his belt only to dig the blade right into the creature's skull and watched as the faint glow from its eyes slowly began to fade. However the thief was not out of danger yet as another pair of glowing eyes seemed to come to life within the crypts, and then another, and another.

0.25 INK received for post #2780704, located in Norde Keep:

The patrons and nobles of the court who stood and murmured their thoughts to one another filled the throne room with a sense of terror filled awe and nervous anticipation as the executioners set up their devices to hang the oracle before the king and his throne. Many of the nobility wondered at this macabre spectacle only to ponder if this course of action was truly necessary for their divinely chosen ruler or if it was even the right course of action.

"I heard the oracle speak ill against our king. The nerve she must have to speak of descent so openly."

A few of the nobles begin to grow restless as Malgerius stood among them. The knight kept to himself as he listened more intently to the conversations around him with greater interest. Surely the King saw the signs of change within his realm that hinted at something for greater and darker than just a few bad omens. Hell, King Elupitser couldn't be this blind in his rage to do something so brash, even this had tobe in poor taste for the monarch and his court of nobles.

"Trophonia, a loyal member of this court, never uttered a word of perfidy....I believe she speaks only truth..."

Again the muttered words of a few nobles caught his attention as he allowed his left hand to fall simple upon the hilt of his peace-bound sword. The Corvid Knight simply remained still as his eyes began to wander from the king to something else entirely within the room. The World Spirit of Gaia herself, the blessed lady of his dreams, had taken the opportunity appear before him as the sound of the rain from outside began to fall even heavier upon the castle roof.

"Are we cursed for our actions? Do we even...."

Another noble spoke only to be cut off as the King silenced the room. His lordship spoke of how he was blessed as long as he sat upon the throne and proclaimed his right to be the only defense his people needed in order to protect them from any coming darkness. Malgerius took a single step forward as the Word Spirit herself beckoned him forward to action. Sir. Corven seemed to find his bravery easier than most of the nobility as they bit their tongues in silence while he took a single deep breath and began to make his case.

"I object to this mockery of what is known!"

Malgerius Corven held his ground against his king and felt his own hand grip the hilt of his locked sword. White knuckled and full of what could only be considered a sense of pride in his loud objection against the king. The young knight was now seen and heard as people could look upon his tunic with the kingdoms colors running across its fabric. He was the image of bravery for some in this dark time and change for others as he took yet another step towards the kings throne and the executioners.

"You speak of how there is nothing to fear for so long as you sit upon such a lofty throne! Yet you act cowardly and plan to execute one of your most loyal advisers, a seer no less who only brings you the truth of our world and its dangers that you seem all to keen on ignoring."

A few of the nobles began to mutter and gasp at the display shown before them but none could see the World Spirit as she continued to look upon the Corvid Knight and the actions that had been meant to be. Malgerius took yet another step as his fingers made their way to the strings that bound his blade within it's scabbard only to glance at each of the armed guards and other knightly members of the court. Sure he was outnumbered and the odds had been placed against him but this spectacle could not be allowed to continue.

0.25 INK received for post #2790914, located in The Skyfall Crypts:

The monks seemed to shift, stumble, and sway as their chanting continued with maddening pleas. The crypts seemed almost alive as spirits of long-dead warriors and priests seemed to lay at rest waiting for the right words to be spoken and eldritch symbols to be painted in freshly acquired gore.

Bjorg's magic would find something a bit revealing the further he made his way down into the crypts. The images of the auras of the monks would have been the only thing to have been revealed at first until two other auras made their presence known.

"You chant old words but lack the power or the understanding as to what they mean. You pray for magics to take hold and yet you do nothing to incite the cravings of cold dead flesh."

The words seemed to draw the monk's attention as Ulaerius slammed the butt of his staff against the cold hard stone floors of the catacombs. His presence was accompanied by a short old crone who simply gave a wicked grin and carried a massive cauldron which she placed before them.

"Ulaerius is rather skilled in the arts of necromancy."

The old hag muttered her compliment only to begin to cackle. Agatha waved her hands over the cauldron she placed before her only to then wave over to the monks to come and take a closer look. Ulaerius smirked a bit at the witch only to then reach down and pick a femur from the ground.

Elsewhere within the crypts , Eurander was about to make the biggest scores of his life as he found his eyes upon a couple of gem-encrusted rings sitting snuggly upon the fingers of a long-dead noble. All he needed to do was pilfer this loot and escape this dank and dark abode and find the services of a cheap wizard to see if the rings are mundane or magical in nature.

"Calm yourself......Nothing but you, this corpse, and a good meal within the Obsidian Halls......"

The Half-Elven rogue continued to mutter to himself as he slowly began to reach for the rings in order to properly secure them for payments owed and due.

0.25 INK received for post #2787882, located in Norde Keep:

The Corvid Knight took his king's words as all the invitation he needed. With a trained step forward and both hands gripping the hilt of his sword's hilt intently for the purposes to put down the mad monarch Malgerius would begin what some would consider the first act of rebellion against King Elupitser.

"Ready yourself!"

Malgerius shouted as he brought his sword up high and around his head only to come crashing down upon the demented king. If Paul could not recognize that the world spirit had always been present within the world than it was more than clear that The World Spirits champion needed to intervene and find another who could wear the Crown of Skyfall and rightfully rule it's people and the lands bellow.

Many of the nobles gasped and looked in both awe and terror at the scene that was falling before them. Even the Lord of the Obsidian Halls himself could only help but stand back and watch as each move from these pawns fell right into place. David Trapspringer continued to move through the crowd of nobles and guards to get a slightly better vantage as to enjoy the show while it lasts.