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The Gelbaron Saga; The Original Story
Topic Started: Dec 23 2008, 05:46 AM (6,468 Views)
Teslyn
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A crestfallen look crossed Jey's features when she heard the DeadManUnDead point to her and saw him call her weak. Jey was not weak - Jey was strong, really strong, and Galangdei was so pretty painted that Galangdei was strong, too. Jey could be strong - Jey could paint with GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld just as well as DeadManUnDead could!

"Rooawarrrhhrrr!" she shouted, leaning Galangdei against her hip and throwing her hands up, attempting to make claws out of her fingers as she demonstrated just how strong she was. "Jey's strong, too!" she insisted wrinkling her nose and doing her best roar again. "I like Arechyrech. Arechyrech is my friend. I don't like you, DeadManUn--"

But then DeadManUnDead opens his arms and decides he wants to give her a hug, so Jey squeals with uncontrolled delight, tucks Galangdei carefully into the sheathe strapped across her back (the one she used once or twice or three times, now, because Galangdei just looks so much prettier when it glints so prettysoshiny in the sun). She briefly considered handing Galangdei to Arechyrech, because Arechyrech was her friend and Arechyrech could hold Galangdei while Jey got a hug that wasn't a bad hug hopefully, or maybe even hand it to GeraldRiver-whowantedtheworld because he was already holding Galangdeis and one more Galangdei wouldn't be too much trouble to look after for just a short hug's time, but Meryc's sharp, angrily forceful NO! shocked Jey so much she just put Galangdei into its never-used sheathe.

"Hug!" she screeched as she sprinted into Brodin's outstretched arms. "Yay! Good hug!"

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With a snort at the sight of Jey/Meryc sprinting at Brodin, thoughtlessly hugging him despite the fact that Brodin was an undead, and if Gerald knew undead - which he did, better than anyone else - Brodin would soon start to decay and rot, and then it would be quite unpleasant to be near him. Gerald did not care much, though. Sure, rotting things appeared disgusting, but since Gerald had no nosdrils, he could not smell the stench of death and decay, and just that made it quite a bit more tolerable to be near the dead. It would be amusing to see Jey/Meryc and Arech's reaction once Brodin started to decompose, though.
"I don't hug anymore," Gerald hissed at Jey/Meryc, remembering her question, "Clean bones are too hard and sharp to hug, and besides, it has been centuries since I did it last. There will be no hugging for me... yet." He added the last word thoughtfully, wondering how he would react once he had revived his family. He had spent so much time thinking about how his family would react to being returned to life that he had barely even given himself a thought. Would he be happy? Would an uncontrollable wave of utmost joy wash over him at the reunion, compelling him to rush to his family's side to hug them with his naked bones and kiss them with his lipless mouth? Would he feel that his eternal quest had come to an end, and that his purpose had been fulfilled? Would he be saddened that he, because of what he was, could not join with his family, even if they were revived? Because he was now inhuman?

Shaking his head, Gerald turned away from the undead and the crazy girl and returned to the plains just outside the forest, where they had been just before Gerald had hurriedly approached the group of mercenaries - which he now knew was lead by hte Descendant himself - to deceive them and test his powers. But a test would happen even though his deception had failed! With an unspoken command, the undead squirrel on Gerald's shoulder jumped off and darted a little farther away, stopping a few feet in front of Gerald, turning around and facing him, awaiting his orders on what to do next.
"I need you to watch my back and protect me," Gerald told the others while he reached into his breastplate again, sliding Merrano Derrevato out from between his ribs and held it up in front of him, while he held up Omni with the other, "While I perform this spell, and afterwards, I will be prone to attacks and weakened. Once I have begun, I cannot stop. You must make sure that no one comes to harm me."
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Shienvien
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Friend. Yet fight. Not a long-speaker. Difference told. Him. Him and Dead-not-dead. Differences. But something to connect. A Something. To be precise. Both a something. Difference between re-risen and formed. Didn't want to go. Understandable. Completely. Do what want. And only that. Do what want. Have to do what want. Right. And only that. Strong? Didn't look that. Not too much. Maybe. But not too strong. Not at all. Now he was stronger. Arech was stronger. He was for now. Changes gave. Changes took. Changes could make stronger. Or weaker. But weak. I have never been weak. No. He wasn't. Had not been. Never was. Will never be. He knew that. Might appear. For a short time. But truly... Won't happen. He knew. Knew that.

Jey wanted to hug... She may. If she wants to. He didn't want to prevent her from doing that. So that didn't matter. At all. For him. Lich is right, though. About bones. He thought the same. Anyway. Not that he'd hug. Anyone.
Test. Greald had not answered. Questions needed answers. Maybe answer later? He can see. Needed to see. Wanted to. Destination after him. To follow.
Plains. Again. No longer plains. Sky. Wings. No longer runner. Flier. Almost. Lighter. Feathers. Glowing feathers. Feathers of fire. Fire inside. Not to be sensed. Only warm. Now, the heat is hidden. Still Changing.

Arech stopped maybe ten meters away from where the crowned lich was now standing and watched. Need not to be closer. That was enough. Perfectly enough. He could see. He could hear. He needed no more. Wanted no more. So he was there. Just there. Nowhere else.
Squirrel. To test. He had said. Before he had wanted to. To do the same? Awaken? The lich took the wand. The staff. Both. Most likely. He may be correct. Should be. An animal? Maybe just wanted to. To try. To do. No questions. Wanted to. Had to.

"I need you to watch my back and protect me, while I perform this spell, and afterwards, I will be prone to attacks and weakened. Once I have begun, I cannot stop. You must make sure that no one comes to harm me."
Questions unanswered. Bound to questions. No orders. Did if wanted to. No other case. Now nothing against. Wanted to see. Just that. Rerise?
"Yes." He spoke. For now. Now it was yes. He never lied. No need to. Only answers.
A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence.

-When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will.
-I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies.
-There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions.
-The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right.
-Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will.
-I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it.
-I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do.


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Wyrmling
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Alyre waited several minutes until she could no-longer hear the lich and his allies in the forest. She was shocked and dismayed to see that Sindra's brother had gone with them, and to make things worse she was not alone in the clearing. The dark elf was still there, sitting on a fallen log. Alyre didn't want to leave her armor, but couldn't risk getting it alone with him still there. He had shown himself to be in the possession of powerful magic, and she would be vulnerable while putting her equipment back on. Deciding that there was no point in sitting here and watching him, Alyre changed back into the grey parrot so that she could speak and flew back to the others.

It was quite easy to find them: the dragon must have decided that the illusion was no-longer required, for Alyre spotted them almost immediately and flew down to land on the fallen tree nearby. She noticed that the ice shield that had been in place was shattered, and her two human allies looked considerably better than they had when she left. She wondered with surprise if the copper dragon had healing magic as well, for that did not seem the sort of thing at which it would excel. "I have some bad news," she said hesitantly, shuffling her parrot feet unconsciously. "Sindra, the lich and his allies are gone, but when he left.... when the lich left, your brother went with him. I believe that he has been reanimated."

She ruffled her feathers, uncomfortable bringing such bad news back to the woman. She had just met her, but it was a terrible thing for any person to have a loved one defiled in that way. Alyre thought about bringing up the question of her equipment, but dismissed the thought immediately: the group had more concerning things to think about than retrieving her discarded weapons.
"From the tiny egg the great wyrm grows." -Kobold Preverb, D&D Draconomicon
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((Ok... I'll be needing everyone to post here ASAP, so I can get this RP back onto the road.))
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This is true. I will go ninja kitty on your asses if you do... *glowers and sharpens claws*
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((So we're starting again? I would post, but I just did... so now I need someone to respond to Alyre. Namely Sindra. ))
"From the tiny egg the great wyrm grows." -Kobold Preverb, D&D Draconomicon
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Dark Jack
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Seeing that at least Arech expressed that he would protect him... in a way, although Gerald felt that he could never be quite certain what to expect of Arech. He seemed to have a different kind of mind than regular people, that he thought in an entirely different way, and made spontaneous decisions without thought of the consequences. Jey/Meryc did much the same thing, except Jey could make at least a bit more sense than Arech did, and Gerald had the impression that she was more probable to be true to her word. Either way, Gerald had little choice but to trust these new allies of his - he knew that at least his new undead companion would protect him, since if Gerald's crown was removed and Gerald ceased to be in the physical world, Gerald's energy would vanish as well, and Brodin would no longer be empowered. Brodin would protect him, even if the others did not. And for now, Gerald had no choice but to rely on that.

Raising Omni and Merrano Derrevato, Gerald focused on the undead squirrel and concentrated his full willpower on the little abominative creature, and slowly, mana started gushing through his arms, hands and fingers, becoming visible as a thin, blue fog around him. Even the flares in his eyes turned blue with mana, as the very substance that was Gerald's greatest power gushed out of his very face. And while the energy gathered around his hands, slowly turning black, just as it had done before, when he had raised his small army, Gerald muttered a long, complicated spell, each word sounding more foreign than the last.
Once enough black mana had been forged, something new happened: from within the Merrano Derrevato, even more mana now surged into Gerald's body, mixing with the black. Gerald raised his eyes towards the sky in joy, in pure pleasure, as he felt the amazing power of the Forsaken Weapon become one with his own and fill his body. It was incredible! That little wand seemed to hold far more mana than Gerald had in his entire body - actually, it seemed that no matter how much Gerald drained from it, the Weapon seemed to contain the same amount, instantly regenerating what it lost. Soon, Gerald appeared to actually be surrounded by a whirlwind or a spinning collumn of black mana, all while he kept mumbling his spell. Around him, the grass and flowers withered and died in seconds, their existence tainted by the amazing necromantic powers Gerald summoned from the depths of himself and the Merrano Derrevato.

Then he cast the spell, the black mana blasting from his hands and into the squirrel. Continuously chanting his spell, Gerald's eyes turned into black explosions of mana, and he could barely keep back a triumphant yell when he saw the tendons, muscles and flesh slowly growing back on the squirrel.
It is working! he thought, completely forgetting the world around him, The spell is working! Merrano Derrevato is sufficient!
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At first Arechiarnaw really did nothing to watch, as Gerald raised both of the weapons he had and started to gather the power to change. When he started to mutter the spell however, he began to repeat it, less than in half-voice, leaving it barely hearable. Nothing happened to his words as he had no 'mana' to support the spell, neither did he focus on anything besides his very own thoughts. It seemed almost as if he tried to recall something, his Firebird's (Phoenixes much larger relative) head held lower. The only thing he could control was fire anyway. Other than that, he barely appeared to be noticing anything, even not what happened around the one who's words he was repeating. But he never seemed to see anything, his eyes either fixed on horizon or a spot where there truly was nothing.

There had been nothing. Less than nothing. A Something. That he called those now. A Something. But yet less than Nothing. A Something was possibility. Nothing more than a chance. For something. For someone. True, A something was not always A Something. Was something. Once. Long ago. An eternity. Time does not exist for A Something.
He had been. 284. Never to become. No longer was. Again. Nothing but himself. Formed. Alone. Bound to himself. To nothing more. Has to do. Whatever wants. Will no longer cease? Didn't know. Others didn't. To Remember. Recall. Has to. Needed to. Once. Time to come. He had time. He waited. He lived. He wanted. Complete. Final.
To become. Yet to become. Whenever. He will.

I shall return.

When the Crowned Lich finally casted the spell he looked up, still echoing him. It appeared working. Forming a body anew instead of merely giving independence. So not only life. A body. Body knowing what that was. Changes. He had changes. None of the others had. Only those like him had. Were like he was in that way. Will stop, if know? Maybe. More possible. Control. Now not was.
Remember. Until then. Unable to complete. Incapable? No, that I am not and I have never been that. I just have to wait. I only have to remember to accomplish what I once wanted to, while I don't even know what I should remember at the same time... Really a situation that is not preferable. Why? Why can't!?

In a sudden motion the creature's wings spread as he let out a cry of an angered bird. One light flap was enough to send him in the air as now he was long a complete avian, not someone of random pieces from different creatures sticked together. Arechiarnaw's current form was possibly enough to turn them all to nothing but ashes, but what would it give? Nothing. Maybe he would've done that if not for the questions he was bound to. Questions. Needed answers. Were not. Can't. Must not. He let himself to drop on ground again. No use. Only he. No other. How? A staff. He had got one. Once. Before. Some time. Age not remembered. Yet unlikely. Nothing to do with one? Black, not wood? Would Gerald's work? Too? Improbable. But he can try. Will try. Later. In case his body gives him a from that has hands again. Then. He waits. Now. For now.
A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence.

-When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will.
-I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies.
-There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions.
-The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right.
-Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will.
-I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it.
-I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do.


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The amazing black energy kept flowing from Gerald, from himself, from his very soul and his being - but also through him, channeling through his fragile, abominative corpse, through his bones, tainting itself and becoming necromantic like the rest, being infected by Gerald's own mana. The Merrano Derrevato seemed to have infinite power. And that was good, because in order for this extremely powerful spell to succeed, Gerald needed power. He had invented the spell fifty years ago, and hand spent the last five decades perfecting it, but never having enough power to perform it. Now, with the Forsaken Weapon in hand, Gerald had the power. He could feel it, streaming through him, filling his body and mind, giving him an utterly divine sense of invincibility. He felt as if he could life a mountain! But right now, it was something far smaller he needed to accomplish - yet much, much harder.
The squirrel was making good progress, its bones were already mostly covered with the rapidly regenerating tissue, and it was starting to regain some of the features it would have had in life. To say that Gerald was delighted would have been a horrible understatement. In truth, Gerald did not think that he had known any such joy in life before, neither the one as a human or a lich. It was working! His spell was working! Lord Sacremento and the Dark Ancient could both burn in the Hells for what Gerald cared, and he had no intention of ever crossing Mercinus and his band of foolish mortals again. He had no reason to. The Forsaken Weapon he had was sufficient! His hundreds of years long quest had come to a completion! Finally, Gerald could raise his family!

A jolt went through Gerald as a loud noise could be heard behind him, and for a moment, merely a fraction of a second, his shadowy eyes flickered to see what it was. It was brief as only a thought could be, and passed quickly - but it was enough. The bird-like scream Gerald had heard had distracted him for what seemed to be an insignificantly tiny amount of time, yet the next moment, the not-quite-undead-not-quite-alive squirrel let out a cry of utmost pain, its still generating body throwing itself to the ground, writhing in agony. And after just a few seconds, it was clear what caused its pain: on its side, just below its ribs, a tumor was taking form on its very flesh, growing like a large, red boil.
Gerald paniced. In an attempt to correct the mistake, he increased the mana-flow from himself to the squirrel, concentrated more, chanted faster. But the rash actions only made the damage worse, because as the first boil kept growing, many more started to appear all over the squirrel's skinless body. The little creature's screams grew only louder, furthering Gerald's desire to fix this - and the cycle had been made. Little bolts of spark-like black lightning shot from Gerald's fingertips and into the squirrel in short, intense bursts of necromantic energy. And yet, while Gerald now felt himself becoming weaker for each passing moment, the squirrel's condition only became worse. The organs started appearing, but in entirely wrong places and in freakish shapes that could be found in no creature in the world! A heart that looked like a squid of some kind started to take shape near the little beings rear end, while a single, terrifyingly oversized lung grew out of the animal's forehead, expanding and shrinking as the squirrel breathed.
Gerald dropped to his bony knees, no longer having the strength to remain standing, but he kept channeling his mana to the squirrel. I can fix it! I must fix it! The Merrano Derrevato must be sufficient! I cannot fail, not being so close! But the will alone could only get him so far. Slowly, the continuous stream of mana between Gerald and the squirrel thinned out, growing faint until it was barely noticable as a shadow in the air, and finally, it ceased entirely. Gerald could no longer even kneel, but simply fell face-first to the ground, his body growing limp and inanimate with the lack of mana, and even his eyes were becoming nothing but faint specks in his empty eyesockets. They had returned to their usual red color, but were much, much weaker than ever before. He was exhausted... completely. He had spent every single ounce of mana in him - he had barely enough left to stay alive.

With unimaginable effort, Gerald managed to turn his head on the ground to look at the squirrel. Except that there would be no-one in the entire world who would ever take that thing, which it had now become, for a squirrel. The boils had grown to cover its entire body, its organs were still hanging loosely on the outside of it, and it still had no skin. It looked more like a big, red, inflated and overly monstrous balloon than animal of any kind. The creature's screams had ceased as its head had been embraced by the boils, but its lungs kept expanding and contracting at rapid rate, and its freakish heart beat at far too high speed. Gerald wished he had eyelids so he could close his eyes, or at least had the strength to turn and look away, but as it was, Gerald could only lie there and watch idly as the abomination he had made died a slow and extremely painful death.
"I failed," he said to himself, barely a whisper, "The spell failed. If even such a slight distraction can wield such horrid results, it is not good enough." He paused, feeling the battlewand still in his grasp. He still felt the power surging through it, not seeming even the slightest weaker than before, as if the wand could have done this a thousand times over. But Gerald no longer had the strength to draw mana from it. Merrano Derrevato had more than enough power to perform the spell... but it could not release great enough amounts at short enough time.

"Merrano Derrevato is insufficient... I need more Forsaken Weapons... Sacremento was right. I need them all!"
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