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2005

A Mad Hatter

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“Enough, Zirax,” Caninelle said. “Just tell me if you got that damn ring you wanted so we can get out of here.”

Howls sounded in the distance once more as the fog began to grow thicker. The elf-Zirax, the Ogre corrected himself- looked around nervously. “Well,” he began. “Turns out our dear Serpentine friend had a fake. According to him, the real artifact lies in the City of White.”

“Oh, great,” Caninelle hissed. *Falador. Just what I wanted to hear.”

“Well,” Zirax said with a mocking bow. The howls seemed to grow closer and closer by the second. “I’ve done my part. Now, my pay?”

“I’ll hook it up to your account when I hit the closest city,” Caninelle said as she brushed past Zirax. “Don’t bother asking when either.”

“Wait,” Awiti said as Caninelle vanished into the forest. “The Mist Wolves…Hexblades*what about the rest of them?”

Zirax grinned as he leaned over Awiti’s prone form. “Dear Ogre, you have a few choices,” he said. “Caninelle might not like it, but you can buddy up with us and we’ll ditch you at the nearest city. Or you can stay here and somehow die. Preferably a horrible death, but that’s your choice.”

“What about those…things…prowling the forest? Won't they attack us if we run?”

Zirax smirked. “Don’t worry,” he replied. “That little bat with the attitude of a ticked off dragon? She has ways of taking care of stuff like that.”

Awiti already knew what his choice was before the elf even stopped talking.

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09-Jan-2012 02:29:56 - Last edited on 05-Mar-2013 21:00:49 by A Mad Hatter

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2005

A Mad Hatter

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[Falador. Year 179 of the Fifth Age]

The roars of the Manticores drowned out the Baron’s thoughts as he stared at the gates to the White City. By now the sun was high in the afternoon air, and the shouts of the White Knight defenders brought joy to his ears as they turned into pained screams courtesy of his vampiric allies and their strange magiks.

“Comrade,” he heard Rock say. “Are you ready for the push?*

The Baron turned to see Rock just standing around nonchalantly in the coal black garb of his Crow brethren. The foreign mercenary seemed at home in the middle of the war party, which currently consisted of themselves, a few goblins which had proven to be stronger than the rest, and a handful of Manticores. All that was missing was his scribe…
“Almost,” the Baron replied. “I believe our Shaman is missing.”

“Oh, that scrawny little thing in the loincloth with the stick?* Rock asked in his thickly accented voice. “I saw him a out wandering around the rearguard’s position. He seemed preoccupied with something.”

“Well, go get somebody to fetch him then!” the Baron shouted over the din of battle. “What good is a historic moment if there’s no scribe to immortalize the moment in writing?!”

“I be Shaman, fool!” a raspy voice cried behind him. The Baron turned towards the gate, and an elderly goblin with graying hair tied into a topknot on its unsightly head. The stick that the creature was fond of carrying around was nowhere to be found, and its rags seemed to be in more disarray than usual for a goblin. “And I don’t write…I record with divine earth magik!”

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09-Jan-2012 02:30:32

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2005

A Mad Hatter

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The Baron smirked as the goblin forces began their war cries to smash the gate. He knew that the crotchety old creature had a knack for stating things in a different light, but in his mind records were records, written or not. *It looks like all is well,” he said. The Ogre unsheathed his massive sword, which was still serviceable years after the original steel had worn down thanks to the strange goblin magik his Scribe had possessed, and pointed it towards the gates of Falador.

“Bring them down!” He roared. “Today, we make our mark on this forsaken world for good!”

The goblins shouted their joy in the form of various war chants. The Manticores and their Raven Knight tenders were led to the White Gates, and the lion-esque beasts lowered their heads in preparation for the breach.

“Remember the plan,” the Baron said to Rock as the mercenary walked to his side. “Once the gates are down, make your way to the castle. From there, take down any sentries and archers that you can. I’ll lead the initial wave to the bridge if it hasn’t been withdrawn somehow.”

Rock had to shout over the crashes against the gates. “And once that happens, I’ll head to the treasury and see if it’s there,” he said. “But I have to ask…what of the Raven Knights?*

*That’s the beauty of this whole thing,” the Baron said as he watched the gates fall at last. The goblin forces began swarming around them, each of them eager to be the first to step foot into the City of White and take what they can. “In this chaos, it may be hard to tell friend from foe…”

“I understand completely,” Rock said as he walked towards the gates. The Baron followed him, but soon lost track of the mercenary as he became overwhelmed at the sights of Falador. Each pristine building seemed to shine of holiness in the afternoon sun, and even the empty town square ahead of him seemed to be an oasis of blood amidst the chaos despite the bodies of the fallen guard defenders surrounding it.

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09-Jan-2012 02:30:55 - Last edited on 09-Jan-2012 02:31:11 by A Mad Hatter

Dec

2005

A Mad Hatter

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“It’s…beautiful,” the Ogre said in star struck wonder. The thought was fleeting, but certain: this would be the last time he would set foot in the City of White on his own accord. No matter what happened today, his former allies among the White and Temple Knights would condemn him to death if he ever stepped so much as a hair’s breadth through the city gates again for this.

But, in a way, it did*’t even matter to him anymore. With his own might, and the might of the goblins under his banner, and even the shadowy power of the Raven Knights and his own foreign mercenary, he knew that whatever happened today, things were never going back to normal.

It was then that Awiti the Forgotten of Gu’Tanoth knew he would be remembered as the legend he deserved to be.

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Red flashed before the Spider’s eyes as he fell through the nothingness of the portal. At first, he saw nothing despite the feeling that he was falling through something that was as thick as some sort of syrup, but then he began to see glimpses of strange things.

At first he thought that he was in a forest of sorts. Strange trees made of a red spongy material sprang up at random points from a rocky “ground”, and more than once he saw patches of a long grassy blue material that seemed to move of its own accord. Even stranger were rocks with swirling patterns on them that seemed to be forever rotating, and stranger still were bits of floating crystals which just hung in the air.

The scene faded from his view only to materialize once more. This time a strange glassy stone structure reminiscent of a temple sat among a set of craters in the ground, and some sort of fish-like creatures were flying around its perimeter.

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09-Jan-2012 02:31:51

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2005

A Mad Hatter

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It was then that the Spider realized he was looking at a scene that was underwater, but from his (admittedly, limited) experience, whatever he was seeing wasn’t in any mortal ocean.

“The Deep Father,” he heard the demon voice say. “His temple. His Chosen.”
The Spider tried to speak only to find that he couldn’t. Come to think of it, he wasn’t breathing at all, let alone able to move!

“This…no,* the voice said. “Ally. Good. Karamthulhu’s…sire? Spawn?”

The Spider saw the strange temple vanish, and soon enough the entire scene was replaced by what he guessed was one of the fish creatures flying around it kneeling on the ground. It was almost humanoid in form in the sense that it had two arms and legs*but that was the only thing human about it. Gray, dull scales covered its entire body, including a pair of webbed hands and feet which ended in vicious claws. Its head was that of a fish, though the eyes seemed to radiate a sense of malevolent intelligence that rivaled that of a demon’s. The creature turned to face the Spider, and suddenly lunged at him. Before the creature’s attack reached him, his vision blurred to darkness once more, and he felt himself land on solid ground.

“What just happened?” he wondered aloud in the darkness. He did*’t expect an answer, though he was almost surprised to get one anyway.

“You’ve seen the Father?” a feminine voice asked.

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09-Jan-2012 02:32:35

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2005

A Mad Hatter

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“Don’t answer!” the demon voice of his armor chided. “The servants of the King are here! They can hear all!”

“Just…wait, hold on a damn second. Who’s there? And where are we?” the Spider asked.
He heard a scratching sound, followed by a faint spark. A torch blazed light into existence, nearly blinding the mercenary for a moment. But despite that, he still saw the bearer of the torch. A raven haired woman stood before him, and she was dressed in rags soiled by age and dirt- which one was more prominent, he couldn’t say- and her hair was a mess which had many knots close to her shoulders. Her rat-like nose did little to flatter her features, and a crazed look danced across her brown eyes in the torchlight.

“My name is…I…I can*t,” she started.

The Spider looked around, and saw that they were in a nondescript room made entirely of stone. Despite the darkness, he could make out a single barred door, so he guessed that he was either in a jail cell of sorts, or maybe a random room that had been long forgotten by the owners of…wherever the hell he was.

*That’s a start, but hardly the strangest thing to happen to me already,” he replied, trying to sound nonchalant about his predicament. “So…I’ll just be going on my way and leave you to do…stuff.”

“No!* the woman screeched. “Don’t! I see him!”

“Umm…who?” the Spider asked as he peered between the bars on the wooden door. “I see nobody.”

“The King!” the woman said. “He’s here in this place of fire and air!”

“King?”

The woman’s eyes widened in terror at his voice. “The oubliette…Samael’s fire can’t save us. Yahweh’s Wrath won’t help him. Ab…He’rkhine…he’s with….books? ”

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09-Jan-2012 02:33:30

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2005

A Mad Hatter

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The Spider, growing uneasy, tested the door. To his relief it swung open silently, but he stopped as the woman grabbed his arm forcefully. “Don’t go to the Enchantress,” she said. “Her skin hides shadows of the fallen.”

“I’ve heard enough,” he replied as he shrugged the woman off of his arm. “Look, go find a shiny thing or something to keep yourself busy with. I’m just here to bust someone out, and you’re not her.”

The woman stared at him for a few seconds before shaking her head. “I’m…sorry,” she said. “I can’t help it. I keep seeing…visions. And they make no sense.”

“Huh,” the Spider snorted. He had heard that sometimes the mad would sprout off visions of things to come, but until now he hadn’t thought that the rumors held a hint of truth. “So…what, can you see the future or something?”

The woman shrugged, her eyes on the verge of exploding into tears. “If it’s the future, I truly hope it doesn’t come to pass,* she said. “Especially what I’ve seen of you.”

The Spider chanced a peek out into the hall beyond the barred door, and when he saw nobody coming or going, he closed it with a click and led the woman to a wall away from it. “Look,” he said. “I know this is strange. Hell, even I’m having a hard time understanding just what’s going on right now. But now you’ve peaked my interest. Just what have you seen about me?”

The woman gulped. “I…I’m not sure,” she stammered. “It’s…too much to say. Or know.*

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2005

A Mad Hatter

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“Then let’s try something else,” he said. “Can you at least answer questions?”
“I can try,” she replied.

The Spider nodded. “Alright…first question. Just what are the King and Father you were speaking of?”

“The King?” the woman asked. “It is…not natural. I don’t know how else to describe it. But the walls tell the truth. And the Father? He is only to be trusted as long as the King remains a threat. As are the others.”

“Others?” the Spider asked. “What others? As far as I’m aware, the only ones I’m clashing with at the moment are the Brotherhood guys running around who have my friend.”

The woman giggled happily. “There are many,” she said. “Elves. Vampyres. Gorajo. They know what you carry and what it signifies. They know what you can become. Be suspicious of all.”

“Then is there anyone I can at least trust?” he asked.

“The Desert Fire and its allies,” the woman said. “The Rogue Hound. The Stone Man. They you can trust. All others? Walk with caution.”

“So…any advice then? This seems vague enough to the point where I can use some,” the Spider said.

“Don’t listen to your Shadow,” she replied fearfully. “He will seek his revenge at the Gate. Do not invite him in. And beware his power. It comes with a price.”

Chills ran down the Spider’s spine at her words. Something about them seemed to ring a bell about various legends he had read about in the past, but for some reason he couldn’t remember what they were about.

“Please,” the woman pleaded weakly. “I gave you what you’ve asked for. Just pay me my fee and be on your way.”

“Fee? What fee?” the Spider asked. *I don’t have any money on me, unfortunately.”

The woman only shrank to her knees as she turned to stare at a random corner. “They haunt me. Torture. Hunt. I don’t need money, and can’t leave because of the Magistrate’s curse. But I can be freed.”

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09-Jan-2012 02:35:07

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2005

A Mad Hatter

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The Spider did*’t even get the chance to ask what the strange woman was talking about. All he knew was that one moment he was watching her cry with her back to him, and the next she was smiling at him as her life leaked from her smashed ribs. Bits of broken bone stuck out from her torso, and the strange woman wore a smile on her face. “Thank…you,” she whispered as her eyes closed. “He’s…weaker…with me gone.”

“What? How?” the Spider managed in his shocked state. He looked down at his hands, which were balled into fists and covered in rapidly disappearing blood.

“It’s…him,* the woman whispered. “But I forgive you.” The Spider knelt down to inspect the body, but she had stopped breathing by that point. Her skin was cold to the touch despite his gloved hands.

“We need to move,” he heard the demon voice say. “She’s compromised our element of surprise. She had to go for the good of my…our…journey.”

“So it was your doing?” the Spider asked as he got to his feet and left the room. The halls seemed eerily abandoned despite lit torches on the walls. His footsteps echoed loudly in the stone hall, and each step only drove him closer and closer to anger. Anger at his armor for playing mind games with him, anger at the Gentleman and his Brotherhood for starting this whole thing…and anger at himself for failing to stop any of this from happening in the first place.

Despite his thoughts, the voice could only utter one reply as the Spider ventured deeper into the labyrinth surrounding him. “It may have been my influence on you. But I cannot force you to act. Only you can make that choice, whether you’re aware of it or not.*

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09-Jan-2012 02:35:43

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2005

A Mad Hatter

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The goblin fell with a shriek as lightning embraced its armored body forcefully. The smell of burning flesh filled the air around the walls of the White Knight’s castle as Dionysius’s spell killed the ugly wretch. The goblin fell to the ground in spasms, but it was one of many that had begun attempting to take the bridge leading straight to Falador’s defining building.

“Good shot, old friend,” Sir Augustus called from his position closer to one of the towers on the corner of the castle. “But we’ll need a lot more of those if we want to survive this!”

Dionysius ignored the Inquisitor’s obvious comment as he sent another lightning bolt crashing into the goblin masses below. He knew that the knight wasn’t worried about the goblins themselves, considering that they were dressed in rusting armor and using even rustier weapons which were nearly falling apart as it is. No, the real threat lay with the Manticores, the Basilisks, and even the Cockatrices which were reported by various scouts as roaming through the city without a handler.

Some of the beasts were at the town square before the bridge, just lounging about as they feasted on the remains of the guards who fell first when the gate came crashing down. Others were attempting to push through the goblins on the bridge, but their bodies were either too massive to even fit on the white bridge, or they were simply being pushed over the side by goblins that were determined to have their own spot in the invading party to themselves.

And for those beasts unfortunate enough to have met the water below…well, let’s just say that they were lucky they had managed to crawl back up the side to the lawn surrounding the town square. Some had begun to wander away after they were on sure footing, and others simply tried to get onto the bridge again.

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