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“What voice are you talking about?” the old man asked innocently.

“Then to hell with you!” Uthalion sheathed his dagger and turned to the door. The old man stood up, and flung his right hand outwards, which sent a bolt of black energy streaming across the room and into the hunter’s back. Uthalion fell to the floor with a grunt. The old man stepped over to the hunter, and said, “Give me the talisman. Now, if you please."

Uthalion grunted, and his form began to glow. A white light flashed, blinding the old man, and he an explosion of sorts followed by the sound of glass breaking. After the light faded and he rubbed the spots from his eyes, the old shopkeeper noticed that his window was broken.

He ran over to it, and looked in the courtyard outside. Apparently he’d been sleeping for longer than he thought, because now a partially visible moon hung in the night sky as the Dragon began to grow noisier thanks to the patrons enjoying their happy hour.

This isn’t good, the shopkeeper thought to himself. The hunter was nowhere in sight, and he had the talisman with him. He needed to track it down, and fast. Without it, the other keys were as good as lost to him since their power would remain hidden from him, and the Ritual would once again be put on hold for a few thousand years as he attempted to recoup from his failure.

As the old man vowed to track it down at any cost, he thought he heard the distant howl of a wolf in the night.

^+^ The End of Chapter 5 ^+^
^+^ Antediluvian of the Draculesti Bloodline ^+^

^+^ If the Gods see fit to curse us with the Blood, then we shall raise ourselves above them ^+^

03-Jun-2010 02:57:57 - Last edited on 20-Oct-2010 21:28:55 by A Mad Hatter

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There. Updated at last. I know chapter 6 was supposed to come with this one, but it will have to wait until later since the damn work schedule has been keeping me busy enough lately and this is all I had a chance to write in between that and sleeping.

Worst case scenario: I update one chapter for every week or so for the summer if this keeps up. I'm sure the whole.....4-5 people actually reading this can deal with that for the time being ^.^
^+^ Antediluvian of the Draculesti Bloodline ^+^

^+^ If the Gods see fit to curse us with the Blood, then we shall raise ourselves above them ^+^

03-Jun-2010 03:04:51 - Last edited on 03-Jun-2010 03:05:46 by A Mad Hatter

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Just leaving a similar message on all my threads, so ignore this if you want.

Going to be away from the forums for the rest of the month (roughly) due to personal reasons. Baron Ogre agreed to watch this again in the meantime, so same drill as last time (he has final say in extreme emergencies).

^To add to that, there's a chance I might still update this despite what's going on. But if I don't, then that means one big add will be done instead once I get back. The readers win either way, so don't bother complaining about it to me ingame. :P
^+^ Antediluvian of the Draculesti Bloodline ^+^

^+^ If the Gods see fit to curse us with the Blood, then we shall raise ourselves above them ^+^

15-Jun-2010 01:34:38

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Chapter 6
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Location: Skyvern Keep.
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Arial woke with a start, and he found himself standing on an icy mountain overlooking a small village made of wood. He noticed that for some reason, none of the buildings had the traditional touches of shadowstuff which occurred in anything that was native to the Plane of Shadows, and in fact the village was one he didn't recognize at all.

Further observation eventually revealed that some humanoids, which he was surprised to find looked like Shades without their natural shadows, dressed in various furs and armors were all either walking around from building to building, each coming out with weapons in hand, and others guarded what he guessed was some kind of entry gate, which was situated on the opposing side of a river that ran alongside the village’s eastern half.

As he was about to turn away from the scene to get his bearings, the scene changed. He now stood in the middle of a city made of stone. The same beings that he found in the wooden village had apparently populated this city as well, and on top of that Arial found that not one of them had actually noticed him as they walked by. He began to call out to catch the attention of one of the beings, but his voice failed him, and nothing came from his efforts.

Just when he was about to try and manifest his weapons in a desperate hope that doing so would make someone notice, his surroundings had changed once again. He saw that he was in the same city, but it was now different. Where stone buildings once stood, ruins took their place. Other buildings seemed otherworldly and somehow sinister looking, for they were all made of some kind of red and black material that was not unlike metal, and all sported some sort of spikes around the edge of the rooftops, which stood out against a blood red sky.
^+^ Antediluvian of the Draculesti Bloodline ^+^

^+^ If the Gods see fit to curse us with the Blood, then we shall raise ourselves above them ^+^

30-Jun-2010 19:18:34 - Last edited on 23-Oct-2010 04:18:17 by A Mad Hatter

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That wasn’t the only difference, he noted. Where the stone city had apparently been inhabited by the humanoid beings, this one had creatures of pure evil walking the streets. Lesser Demons and their greater kin were present, as well as savage yet noble looking Black Demons, and even demons from the far reaches of reality seemed to count themselves as the new denizens of...well, whatever this odd and hellish realm was called. Just as with the other beings, the demons didn't seem to notice Arial, and for that he was thankful.

Once again, the scene changed. Where he was, he couldn’t say, for all he saw was fleeting glimpses of figures. One was a woman from the same race he had seen earlier, who had darker skin than Arial had ever seen before, and was dressed in robes apparently meant for some kind of arcane order.

Another was that of a man dressed in black, with silver hair cut close to his head. A blonde, and somewhat curvy, woman was beside him, also dressed in the same black clothing as the man.

The figures faded from his view just as fast as they came into it, and Arial then found himself staring into two, piercing yellow eyes. Even though he couldn’t see who or what they belonged to, he felt the pure malice emanating from them, and felt an unnatural urge to hide from them. A neutral voice came into his mind unbidden.

*You? Why are you in my realm?*

Confused, Arial tried to answer, but once again nothing came from his efforts. After a short pause, the voice came again, this time sounding as if it was out of breath.

*I see...Then my power must be...Greatly diminished...If you could come here...Unwillingly...Into my mind*
^+^ Antediluvian of the Draculesti Bloodline ^+^

^+^ If the Gods see fit to curse us with the Blood, then we shall raise ourselves above them ^+^

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