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The continent of Rayan lay quiet as the Moon made its slow descent upon the land. The sun's warming rays trickled outwards as it rose. The Winter Solstice was upon them, cascading droplets of snow in the colder climates beyond the Mountains. A mist of ice covered the wispy grass of the Plains and Meadows,and droplets of rain sprinkled the Forests, all slowly coming to an end as night transitioned into dawn. Most of the inhabitants would be deep in slumber. The ones worked the early mornings slowly rose from their beds and the adventurers of the land would feel the sweet kiss of the sun's colourful light upon their skin as they'd witness a beautiful sunrise. The sounds of the Nocturnal would slowly come to rest. Nature breathed new life into the land as birds sang their morning songs. The dawn of a new day brought a sense of hope to the people of Rayan. It meant they were still alive and well.
It was peaceful in the land of the North. Malak'Tak was calm. During this time, The father and son duo watched in amusement.Clearly, the forest accepted Jar'Rak's magical signature; it was one of sweet smelling earth. But would he be able to sway them into aiding his endeavours? Time would soon tell. The temperatures began to drop dramatically, a reaction to their presence. The forest blanched at the filth that remained on their lands. The north would not accept them. 'Get them out. Get them out. GET OUT.' The words would pierce the very cores of their minds. A terrible chill creeped in, like the spidery fingers of a wretched old Crone. One could say the Frozen Forest itself was somewhat alive, alive with the magic of old. Jar'Rak's expression became one of almost excitement, despite his son's little tantrum before, the sound of the winds speaking to his mere presence on their lands meant that they had recognised his strength. Soon, he would prove himself.
The Forest answered Jar'Rak's raging bloodlust with creatures of old and might. Two Dire wolves had sniffed him out and they were hungry, saliva dripping through their crystalised canines, their blue eyes piercing through the build up of falling snow like beacons of light, the sounds of their snarls would have put the hairs on most travelers, but Jar'Rak wasn't just anyone, he was the great High Elf who had mastered the very essence of Dark Magic and he would be recognised! His son's body would be sent off towards a frozen boulder, his father moving him out of the way as his very body began to glow.
Jar'Rak's skin was as white as snow, one of the physical alterations of excessive usage of Dark Magic, but he had found a way to harness its power with minimal effect on himself.
"You will hear me, and you will listen!" His voice boomed through the rolling clouds of fog, a barrage of sharp icicles shooting down from the sky as the snow froze over becoming a beautiful yet deadly execution. Jar'Rak's Magic protected him from most of the impact, however there were a few slashes across his skin from a few sneaky ones, his blood oozing a sickening purple tar like substance. A grin immergered upon Jar'Rak's usually composed features, his power rippling through his body as both Dire Wolves leaped forwards, lunging out from behind the deep cold fog, their teeth sinking into the flesh of both his arms, twisting his body awkwardly, falling into a heap. Silence befell the forest, the Direwolves still holding onto Jar'Rak's arms, blood staining the snow floor, melting some of the snow away as it began to steam and almost bubble.
In just a few mere moments two things happened, Jar'Rak would slowly rise from his slumped position, completely unharmed, a smile upon his sharp, handsome features. And second, his 'arms' were now both twisting, pulsating masses of purple tainted flesh. With the snap of two fingers, the silence was broken as the abominations suddenly coiled around the wolves heads from across the jaws, snapping bone and crushing flesh, the wolves let out shrieks of pure agony before falling lifeless in a pile of snow, twitching every few seconds. The purple masses soon began to slithered into the very crushed mouths of the dead wolves, completely disappearing inside of their bodies before ruining them from the inside out.
Flesh and bone could be heard being cracked and squished, pulled, twisted, broken and put back together again until the wolves had become something out of a nightmare, they were no longer white, nor did they look physically right. "My magic completely devoured their physical forms with no effort whatsoever. I will be heard." Silence fell once again, the winds whispering and wailing in anger, the utter disrespect.
'YOU THINK YOU ARE WORTHY?' 'You disgust me.' 'Disgusting.' 'Impure.' 'DIRTY!' 'FILTHY!'
The wailing grew louder and louder, the winds tearing apart like paper before completely engulfing Jar'Rak and his new abominations, tossing them out with pure rage. Jar'Rak was able to protect himself and his son with the very wolves who once tried to kill him. They were now twisted around them like an armour of flesh. All the while his son was still unconscious. "I'd say that was a successful haul, right Master?" Jar'Rak rose from the ground, his monsters morphing together, shrinking, swirling until it was no more, his gaze returning to the human slave who held the most precious thing to him right now, in his very arms.
"Give it to me, now." His voice was strong as the frail human man handed him the loose rags, which slowly fell away to reveal an Earthfolk child, stolen from her very home. His entire display was merely a show of his strength and his cunning. He knew they would never accept any deal he'd want from them, so instead he stole one of their future daughters. "Don't worry, you're going to help build a new world with me." He gazed down at the young girl now in his arms, wrapped in rags, her white hair glistening under the moonlight. "We must leave now." And with that, a vale of black smoke engulfed the small team, taking them back home.
"We also found dead bodies. A couple Allesmae and Faewrn. And their child…" He trailed off, "Their child is missing."
Murmurs filled the room, voices raised as they discussed the situation. An unprecedented event occurred right under their noses. And they acted too late.
The Head Council banged his staff, calling for everyone's attention.
"Have the Shaman check on the site. If there are similar happenings across the land, we cannot delay. We must call the council."
'Come to Azuriko, the city of multi-cultures, to attend a meeting of utmost importance regarding some untimely advancements involving all races. Council members and their representatives are urged to make an appearance.
P.s. All adventurers and warriors are welcomed to offer their aid in our time of need.'
————Somewhere in Malak'Tak————
It was peaceful in the land of the North. Malak'Tak was calm. During this time, The father and son duo watched in amusement.Clearly, the forest accepted Jar'Rak's magical signature; it was one of sweet smelling earth. But would he be able to sway them into aiding his endeavours? Time would soon tell. The temperatures began to drop dramatically, a reaction to their presence. The forest blanched at the filth that remained on their lands. The north would not accept them. 'Get them out. Get them out. GET OUT.' The words would pierce the very cores of their minds. A terrible chill creeped in, like the spidery fingers of a wretched old Crone. One could say the Frozen Forest itself was somewhat alive, alive with the magic of old. Jar'Rak's expression became one of almost excitement, despite his son's little tantrum before, the sound of the winds speaking to his mere presence on their lands meant that they had recognised his strength. Soon, he would prove himself.
The Forest answered Jar'Rak's raging bloodlust with creatures of old and might. Two Dire wolves had sniffed him out and they were hungry, saliva dripping through their crystalised canines, their blue eyes piercing through the build up of falling snow like beacons of light, the sounds of their snarls would have put the hairs on most travelers, but Jar'Rak wasn't just anyone, he was the great High Elf who had mastered the very essence of Dark Magic and he would be recognised! His son's body would be sent off towards a frozen boulder, his father moving him out of the way as his very body began to glow.
Jar'Rak's skin was as white as snow, one of the physical alterations of excessive usage of Dark Magic, but he had found a way to harness its power with minimal effect on himself.
"You will hear me, and you will listen!" His voice boomed through the rolling clouds of fog, a barrage of sharp icicles shooting down from the sky as the snow froze over becoming a beautiful yet deadly execution. Jar'Rak's Magic protected him from most of the impact, however there were a few slashes across his skin from a few sneaky ones, his blood oozing a sickening purple tar like substance. A grin immergered upon Jar'Rak's usually composed features, his power rippling through his body as both Dire Wolves leaped forwards, lunging out from behind the deep cold fog, their teeth sinking into the flesh of both his arms, twisting his body awkwardly, falling into a heap. Silence befell the forest, the Direwolves still holding onto Jar'Rak's arms, blood staining the snow floor, melting some of the snow away as it began to steam and almost bubble.
In just a few mere moments two things happened, Jar'Rak would slowly rise from his slumped position, completely unharmed, a smile upon his sharp, handsome features. And second, his 'arms' were now both twisting, pulsating masses of purple tainted flesh. With the snap of two fingers, the silence was broken as the abominations suddenly coiled around the wolves heads from across the jaws, snapping bone and crushing flesh, the wolves let out shrieks of pure agony before falling lifeless in a pile of snow, twitching every few seconds. The purple masses soon began to slithered into the very crushed mouths of the dead wolves, completely disappearing inside of their bodies before ruining them from the inside out.
Flesh and bone could be heard being cracked and squished, pulled, twisted, broken and put back together again until the wolves had become something out of a nightmare, they were no longer white, nor did they look physically right. "My magic completely devoured their physical forms with no effort whatsoever. I will be heard." Silence fell once again, the winds whispering and wailing in anger, the utter disrespect.
'YOU THINK YOU ARE WORTHY?' 'You disgust me.' 'Disgusting.' 'Impure.' 'DIRTY!' 'FILTHY!'
The wailing grew louder and louder, the winds tearing apart like paper before completely engulfing Jar'Rak and his new abominations, tossing them out with pure rage. Jar'Rak was able to protect himself and his son with the very wolves who once tried to kill him. They were now twisted around them like an armour of flesh. All the while his son was still unconscious. "I'd say that was a successful haul, right Master?" Jar'Rak rose from the ground, his monsters morphing together, shrinking, swirling until it was no more, his gaze returning to the human slave who held the most precious thing to him right now, in his very arms.
"Give it to me, now." His voice was strong as the frail human man handed him the loose rags, which slowly fell away to reveal an Earthfolk child, stolen from her very home. His entire display was merely a show of his strength and his cunning. He knew they would never accept any deal he'd want from them, so instead he stole one of their future daughters. "Don't worry, you're going to help build a new world with me." He gazed down at the young girl now in his arms, wrapped in rags, her white hair glistening under the moonlight. "We must leave now." And with that, a vale of black smoke engulfed the small team, taking them back home.
———————
"We found traces of Dark Magic." The council room turned silent. The young Etelarith squirmed under the eyes of the elders as they silently urged him to continue. He cleared his throat as he continued."We also found dead bodies. A couple Allesmae and Faewrn. And their child…" He trailed off, "Their child is missing."
Murmurs filled the room, voices raised as they discussed the situation. An unprecedented event occurred right under their noses. And they acted too late.
The Head Council banged his staff, calling for everyone's attention.
"Have the Shaman check on the site. If there are similar happenings across the land, we cannot delay. We must call the council."
—————
The next morning, it would feel like any other morning, apart from the call to arms with the Azurikan Council, where races of all kinds would gather to meet and discuss the ongoing events taking place around the continent, letters, couriers and word of mouth would reach those of importance or those who were able. The messages were simple.
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'Come to Azuriko, the city of multi-cultures, to attend a meeting of utmost importance regarding some untimely advancements involving all races. Council members and their representatives are urged to make an appearance.
P.s. All adventurers and warriors are welcomed to offer their aid in our time of need.'
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