The Sudden Death (End)

    Halloi (Helo), everyone.

    This is the end of the Adventure #00 - Stolen Dreams.

    Written and played by Sol Cajueiro, this is a starting point for the Mythic Era's stories, from the trikumai worlds of Toj, Kalagoktwa and Treiyka.

    Hope you like.

    This is an unexpected End to the Adventure #00 - Stolen Dreams.

    By the time it was played, the group could not play anymore, and we decided to end the adventure, and so to give it a proper continuity with other future groups.

    So, Be welcome reading.

    The Sudden Death (End)

    A huge and unmatched Drakoliych emerged from the mountains, on the poor side of Ryklant. That was the secret base for the Guild of Thieves. Everyone sees thieves hiding, fighting, trying to deal with both the undead and the forces of the city. People were crying. The sense of damnation contrasts with the trying soldiers, who were saying everyone to get calm, while they themselves were also in deaspair.

    Hadesh, Toriàn and Prýmmus listen to Tkláhonomára's voice.

    - Ryklanta's under attack. Hurry, it's a dracoliych.

    They all thought together the same, the shaman is fond of their help, and they're pretty sure he believes they're the only ones who can deal with this.

    - I'll go to the Academy - says Tacke.
    - Come with me to the Guild of Commerce, Tacke - asks Toriàn - We need their messengers to call for help, and they're needed now.

    The professor could not negate that made sense.

    But when they were there, inside the Guild of Commerce, he saw two men in hoods, ahd he recognized them as krapulas, the same people who caused the Great War. Demons. Followers of Trisebus. Enemies. It looks as they new their feelings, and did nothing to please him.

    Messengers were immediately sent to Priatel, Kalastyec and Sama the Capital.

    - We can't trust them. They deal with Krapulas.
    - Tacke, this is not the moment. I,...
    - I agree with Hadesh, and we need to stay neutral on this war, Toriàn.
    - Hadesh is on the front, now. Can't we discuss later?
    - I,... what the hell is it?!? Look! They're coming from the sky!

    They saw the imense undead dragon fighting with himself, and so huge stones of fire started to fall from the sky, and they teleported the battleground immedaitely.

    - Help! - cries Hadesh, in snakedragon form - Heeeelp, you two! Here!
    - We're here, Hadesh! - screamed the elementalist.

    While trying to avoid the stones of fire, they started to fight the dracoliych. Soon, it was clear to the beast they were too strong to battle, but it couldn't help. Tacke knew he was under control. Lena's power. She was attacking his city, how could she do that? He send a message to the Academy, then.

    - I'm on the front. What's the situation?
    - All formed mages are ready to fight, and Ayasta will protect the Academy, while Ambar will protect the city, and Disdemona will protect the villages on the countryside.
    - It was I who asked for the help from the Guild of Commerce, and we're going to need to talk later, but now it's a moment of need. Count on us to kill the dracoliych.
    - Our oracle senses a huge distrubance on the near future. Take care.
    - You too, Headmaster.

    He got his right hand off his mouth at the point to see it.

    The dracoliych had finally got outside the Dark Queen's control, and gone up the clouds. He runned away, and let them to deal with the stones of fire falling down from the sky.

    Hadesh saw one stone coming on his direction, and he used all his effort to fly away.

    But then, two other stones of fire were coming.

    He had no more time to run, fly or anything else that cloud be done.

    He only activated his power, unknown. A power he knows he can't control, but can take him to other places, and in a moment of despair, this was a last resort.

    Even though, the stones hitted him, or part of him, who got most of the damage.

    Tacke cried as loud as he could shout his whole life.

    - Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - and he felt helpless.

    Starting to cry, he did what he most know what to do.

    He tried to negate Death, to prevent his fellow brother to die.

    Tacke used so much power, he entered a trance state he had never entered. The power started to go, from him to the fields around. From the city through the villages. To the huge land of Ryklant, he negated Death, and he imagined dealing with Efemmera for Hadesh ressurrection, but how could it be? Efemmera is on the close, as she was said not to interfere with the world until something happened. Tacke entered despair, total despair. Everyone stoped, and sensed this power. The stones of fire stoped falling from the sky. the undead dragon was gone. the city was in a sinister silence, and every man, woman, child or elder sensed this at the same time.

    A huge, imense, ruledom size, area of Dead Magic.

    Tacke started to fly to the point hadesh disapeared, and Toriàn went there too.

    - He's dead, Tacke.
    - Noooooooooooooooooooooo! How can you say it, Toriàn? He's not!
    - I'm sorry, Tacke. You need to get back.
    - Where is him? I need to find him! Hadeeeeeeeeeesh!

    The elementalist lowed his head, hold his own tears, and let his friend on the battlefield, mad, searching for the old friend.

    Toriàn cleaned the tears with the back of his hand, and went away.

    - Hadeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh!!!!!

    Tacke found pieces of his armour, completely destroied.

    The impact was so strong, the Veil was destroied too, and everyone there was in danger. Tacke started to see the other dimensions through the damaged Veil. He got all his powers, all his Will, and tries to call the most powerful and timeless Entity he could do right now.

    At the meantime, Toriàn went the Academy.

    - Ayasta, Hadesh is dead.
    - It's not, until Efemmera says he is dead, Toriàn.
    - Don't tell that to Tacke, please.
    - He'll know. The Veil is disrupted, and I need you and Tacke to remake it. Know now that the only places outside the Magic Faul are the Academy, the City, and the villages.
    - I'm going there to deal with this.
    - Take care, it's a Magic Faul.

    Tacke Prýmmus was on his most dangerous moment, and so he sees.

    The entity he's calling, appearing in thin air. Only an image, he sense, and he could not tell what he was, or from which race he was, nor if he's a man or woman, only a strange.

    (The Way throught Here)

    Tatooi wanders the Astral, trying to escape the huge mass of krapulas which where trying to enlist everyone to the coming war.

    For long six months he walked outside the roads.

    He remembers the only one who believed in his intentions, Hadesh. He's a krapula, a demon, a fiend, and still he's brave enough to only steal when it's the only option. He never killed a single animal in the Astral plane, because one day his friend Hadesh have shown him. He's free. Hadesh sensed truth on his voice, and that's a memory so strong Tatooi will never ever forget.

    One day, he was walking on a deep forest, and things became complicated.

    Fire was coming from the sky.

    After sometime, he senses a way out.

    There only a chance, but if he passes through, maybe no mortal will notice, no God will notice, because fire doesn't fall from the sky everyday.

    And so, he passes the Veil and quickly hides himself.

    He gets the cape of a dead soldier, and starts to make a round way through the battlefield. It was a huge battle, and soon this place were to be full of namoradas.

    (Tacke talks to a Major Entity)

    - I need to know where my friend Hadesh, Trahmass, went to, and I need to get there.

    Firstly, the alien looked him with no emotion visible.

    - He's not dead. I know he's not dead. Tell me where I can find him.
    - He's not dead until Efemmera says he's dead.
    - Efemmera's not here, and he won't tell me this now. So, you're the only one who can tell me where to go to find Hadesh.
    - I be an Artificer, and i'm neutral.
    - What do you need me to do to give me this? I need it.
    - Let me think. Yes, there's something you can do, and only you. Give me that. Now, do you remember the Tower your friend saw on the bogling's village?
    - On the Cursed Island? Yes.
    - I need you to get back the Tower of Darkness back to the world.
    - I'll do it. Now tell me where I find Hadesh.
    - You,... he has gone to Urgkora. See that star, on the constellation of The Chariot? The one on the left. That is the Urgkora system. You can't go there by walking.
    - What do I need to do to you to get me there?
    - Nothing. I'm not a daemonic entity, young eek. You cannot make a pact with an Atificer. We be strong enough to break any rule of magic, power and destiny.
    - So,... are you telling me?
    - Bring back the Tower of Darkness to the Standard Plane, and I'll make a templeship come to bring you there, but the travel's not nice, for you beings of nature.
    - Done. It's done, consider it done.

    The entity vanished in the air, and he got back to the real world.

    - Hey, you - says Toriàn - I've sensed you.
    - No. I'm just passing. Please, let me go. I'm doing nothing wrong.
    - You're a krapula, and I remember you, Tatooi.
    - What?! Who're you?
    - I'm a friend of Hadesh.
    - I'm a friend of Hadesh too - he started to unsqueeze.
    - That, we will see. Hadesh is dead.

    The young demon Tatooi was trying to sneak through the city, and Toriàn found him, sensed him. So, he went to see Tacke, in the middle of the Magic Faul. He knows his friend went too far. That and, he's too much more powerful than the mage expected. Tacke created a Magic Faul out of despair, for the death of a fellow friend, of course Toriàn senses and is down for their friend, but that is unspoken magic, unspoken sin.

    - I've found Hadesh - says Tacke immedaitely.
    - Hadesh is alive? Don't,.. don't kill me, I'm a friend of Hadesh.
    - Tatooi,... I remember you.
    - Tacke, I know you're down with that, but I ask you,...
    - Take care of his family, until I get back. I'm just waiting for the templeship to come, to go, but I can't grant how much time will pass until I come back. I promise I'll come back.
    - I'll take care of the family.
    - Bog will let me passa, I'm sure he will.
    - When the templeship comes?
    - I have no idea, but i'm ready to go. You take care of the war until we come back, do you?
    - I guess I have no other option, Tacke. What are you doing? I sense magic.
    - Sorry, I've done out of only a wish to do it. I've charged the Oka language right now.
    - You what? Will you please stop doing these stupid magic?
    - I,... the Oka language will help you. I've charged it to dissipate Corruption.
    - What are you talking about, trying to tell, Tacke?
    - You'll find out, but only trust me.

    Toriàn looks Tatooi, and thought about it one more time.

    - You're going to met another friend of Hadesh, Tatooi. His name is Tkláhonomára, and he's a shaman. You need to follow his instructions, if you want to live.
    - I'm a friend of Hadesh.

    The elementalist took that as an agreement.

    (One Week later, Tatooi first Mission)

    Toriàn receives a call, from an old ruledom, on the limits of Abbas.

    He immedaitely teleported by lightning, cutting the skies with the rumors of war. As soon as he got there, he sees this is something he needs help to deal with.

    Tacke went to Ryklant, and he aported with Tatooi to Strogonya together.

    Hadesh thinks teleporting anywhere is too much power, but they're maybe the most powerful group in the world of Toj, and probably the Trikumai.

    As Hadesh, Tatooi just don't see the point the group always say he's the least powerful of 'em. He's mastering magic only now, and this is done with much effort. Masters of Magic are not reasonable, he thinks. They just think magic is the only thing that is happening in a pupil's life, and they're wrong.

    The only city in Strogonya is a really poor city.

    When they came to the ruledom castle, it is in fact a cabana.

    They're offered only water, and they see no gold anywhere, not only a single wealth. The Baron of Strogonya is a fat man with pustule on his face. He calls an old man, sick on his bed, as father, and the old elder's pretty much mad and delusional.

    - People are missing, on my ruledom, Priatel. There are some who want to leave the ruledom, and we're affraid of more people to disapear.
    - We're going to help you, noble Strogos - says Toriàn.
    - Priatel, - says Tatooi - can we talk?

    Tattoi took Toriàn and Tacke out to the air, because the fungi life inside was numerous.

    - Why are you telling him we're going to help?
    - He was a friend of my father, Tatooi, and I must help him.
    - That's enough for me.
    - But not for me, Tatooi - says Tacke - Why are we helping this poor man, with so many things and important decisions to deal with? Decisions which might decide the future of this world.
    - I will help him, Tacke - Toriàn was certain.
    - Oke, (says the professor), but let's do it properly. I need to see the bodies, analise the bodies, make a proper investigation, and so.
    - It's necromancy, Tacke. You can't do it.
    - Toriàn, why did you called me here, if this was not to be done first place?
    - I think our group needs to work together, that's it.
    - Oke, I'll do it in secrecy.
    - Let's talk with Strogos again, so. I owe him this. He saved my father once.
    - Oke, let's go - resumes Tacke.

    They investigated the village, made questions to families, and decided to wait until night. This night, they listened to a strange noise, and there was one more missing. The person was opened, inside out. Just exploded from the inside, or worse, they say the Soul is destroied (A possibility - said Tacke to Toriàn), and they started to verify all energies on the ruledom.

    His fellow Tatooi was disguised under Tacke's illusion, but anyone who sees him will create a major problem to them for the rest of their life.

    The next morning, a huge number of people were going away.

    - They can't go, Toriàn. Or else, forget about this investigation right now.
    - We can't do anything, Tacke. Let them go.

    Although they're in the right middle of the great continent, the earth soil is made of too much salt. This is the most important thing Tacke discovered, together with the bodies to have their souls taken out from no magic ways, and this is the most weird necromancy he had ever met. Soon, Tacke was full of theories. Tatooi was trying not to take much attention, but his questions were always followed by a sensation from the people, that something was wrong, and they're doomed.

    - I'm no help - says the krapula - Get me back, I'll help Tklá. We're doing fine. He's a friend of Hadesh.
    - We need you here, Tatooi - says Toriàn.
    - Why?
    - Because you would sense another d,... one like you, and we need this.
    - Very good, Toriàn. That's right oke, Tatooi.
    - So,... I'll stay.
    - If you see anything strange, anything, you tell this, but, take care not to tell in front of anyone.
    - I'll do it - says the krapula, feeling helpful.

    Two days later, another death and the whole population starts to flee.

    - It's ruined, Priatel. I've just sent a message to Sama. This is deserted, we're all leaving.
    - Noble Strogos,... we think we know what's happening, but this will take long. Take your people with you, baron, because they can't be let alone in a world of war.
    - Noble words, Priatel. You're so much like your father, before. (he lowed his head). We're leaving.
    - Go to Sama, and ask help from the Duke, I'll help you too.
    - Thank you, Priatel.

    This was a huge problem.

    Tacke explained to Toriàn, in a moment Tatooi wasn't there.

    - It's Hadesh power, Toriàn.
    - What? Can you say something I understand, again?
    - It's the same power Hadesh had, has.
    - Hhm,... like,... going anywhere?
    - Exactly. There's a force, an imense power beyond this cursed land. We can seal it, for now. one day, it will be broken, and the passage will be right here. You must know it.
    - How do close it, right now?
    - Tatooi senses divine power at the fall, on the front of the territory. These are the mountains your parents died, I'm sorry talking about it, but what do you know about it?
    - Not much - he senses he'll faint.
    - Are you oke, Toriàn?
    - It's the first time I talk about it, Tacke.
    - Well, forget it.
    - Let's close it, and I'll remember to map this place into the war.
    - I'll get back before it ends, Toriàn.
    - I hope so. Let's do it.

    They close the passage, and go to Ryklant.

    (Dying, at Urgkora)

    When Trahmass, also known as Hadesh, tries to open his eyes, they hurt.

    All his body's broken, and he feels he's going to faint. He senses no magic, no life, no anything, but his ears are very well, though.

    He senses death, not epic, not magical.

    Nature's cause of death.

    Damage, massive damage, and he can't do anything.

    "No", remembers him.

    He has a natural power, regeneration. It's on his throat. He spend several minutes concentrating on the throat, to release the nature in himself.

    At some moments, he thinks to liste to voices.

    A very long time so, he identifies the language as the sun chang. There's an empire on the north, closed, since the Great War, but some wanderers speak their language. He's not a master in it. And he senses no power, together with the sense that if he uses, he dies.

    He listens to various clickes, and clackes, similars to bogling's gadgets.

    And two men talking, in a moment.

    - What do you,... Boobo?
    - It's unknown, but,... sure it's,... draka &¬,.. basylisk, sir. Uncertain.
    - Make everything,... back there.
    - Sir - says Boobo.

    He senses his broken body being suspended, after being put over a bed or something. He doesn't see anything, and he's on the limit.

    Or he enters coma to recovery, or he dies.

    And so, he decides to live.

    It becomes all dark, and the only wish he makes is to live.

    Will his wish be heard, by whom?

    (The Last Goodbye)

    Tacke explained Delenda, his daughter and Avatar of Secret, his wife Silent Queen of Báech, and the twins now prince and princess, he was going to travel. He says the Order, they named The Circle, must be active, and this is a moment of need. The artificer, who's also the Sacerdot at the Sanctuary of Draszi, will provide the other memebers with Ayasta's new magic items, as the Godess becomes very friendly with the Order now, and this means the Academy is on their close control. He explains Hadesh has gone too far, and he doesn't know how long it will take to get to him, find him, take him back alive.

    - Are you taking the Ring of Death with you, father?
    - I cannot take it off my finger, Delenda.
    - So, let me put a special power on it, or they'll find out you have a Ring of Power.
    - Of course, my daughter - she does it, and hug his father.
    - We'll miss you. Don't come late, do you?
    - I promise, I will come back.

    There was no long talk with Toriàn Naraleiva Priatel'sa Draszi.

    A very long night, at Frozenlant, watching the stars, in the front doors of the Sanctuary. It ended to be a night in good company, not exactly a farewell goodbye. So, late that night, they listened to Bog's voice, in the dark, calling the traveller to position of aportation.

    Tacke remembers his doomed last action into the War.

    Yesterday, he went to the Cursed Island, at the bogling village, now a capital, and negated all the rituals, most of them done a millennia ago. This made the Tower of Darkness to come again to the physical plane, the Artificer called the Standard Plane. He sees the Liych, another Friend of Hadesh, another one misunderstood, like he'd become, after having transformed Ryklant into a Magic Faul. His best wishes to Toriàn. He's the only one with the head over his own neck, after all.

    - I'll be waiting for you, Tacke.
    - I'll be here at the time you most need, my friend.

    They say no more, and Tacke disapears.

    (End of Campaign)

    Toriàn sees the Witch of the Planes, by his side.

    - I haven't called you. What are you doing here, Haratchi?
    - No one called me, Daytel. You may think we are dealers, as we could deal people's destiny, but we are not that, no, we never make a pact, and will never do it.
    - You? You mean there are more people like you on this world?
    - I have something that's yours, young master elementalist.
    - What is it? Have I sold my soul to you?
    - I knew you'd remember Trisebus, Daytel, but we Fellows to the Artificers have never made pact. No. Another person, from your past, had changed everything.
    - It's the enemy. He had changed my past?
    - Don't go calling people "Enemy" so fast, and I must ask you not to do it with me.
    - What do you want, Haratchi?
    - To give your memories back, young Priatel.
    - What? Who did it? Who did took my memories off me?
    - We need you, Toriàn.
    - My family name? You never speaks someone's name. What's happening?
    - We need your help. To save your parents.
    - What?! They're alive?
    - We are not sure, but they can be. Have your memories back.
    - What is IT? AAaaahhhh - he fell to the ground, feeling pain, as he would die this moment.
    - This is your first last memory, fellow. Now, remember Tayala - and Toriàn remembered, he's in pain, because he just remembered Love.
    - She socrificed her Love? To save me?
    - This is a very Love. You two were being the future most great Lovers, but that's past. Now, remember everything you and Tayala have passed through together, to Love each other this much.
    - Aaaahhhh! - cries him - What have you DONE, TAAYAAALAaa,...?!?
    - Don't get mad with her, because you have made the first part of the Great War to be won, Toriàn, so remember she loves you. She just now knows what she have done, because she's waiting. I've told her everything you did, as part or her agreement, and now, remember your Calculus major element training, given to you by the Head Sacerdot of Shadeza, Saint Keogh the Pure. Ouch, this must be painful,...
    - AAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! - he stoped.
    - You must know, now. The only way to complete the most terrifying Element training, that's trauma, and so you have completed the "Real" training. This Element, is the first you complete after a Nature Law, so one day you'll be able to use it offworld, but for the others you'll need Guardian training.
    - I,... (he got up, slowly, and having his memories back),...
    - Don't blame me, it was made to safe your life, and we Fellows are very fond of Heroes, even if we're bound to be neutral to have the power of the Artificers.

    Toriàn did says nothing, and looked everything around.

    - Go - says the Witch - You know she's waiting for you, and you know where to find her. Thanks for helping with This World's Destiny, and now have a brief safepoint in time. We owe you this. But don't forget, that the Great War is just started, and this was only the beginning.

    He concentrated well, and aported to the safepoint.

        (The End)

    Thank you very much for reading.

    As I have said, this is a first Adventure for the Epic Destiny storytelling, and numbered Adventure #00 - Stolen Dreams.

    So, the Campaign gives birth to the Setting.

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Who enemies Us #00

    Halloi (Helo), and Be welcome.

    This is the Story #00 Stolen Dreams.

    Happy 2012 ! My best wishes ! Success, and Blessed be !

    There's only 1 post to go now, after this one, and then I'll make the proper edition to create the final version, which will include Raýla's storyline.

    Hold your breath, this will be here soon.

    This is here, straight before the end.

    Although this is a resume format, I'm trying to make it proper to reading. The Story #00 - Stolen Dreams is written and played by Sol Cajueiro. Sol and his friends welcome you reading, and if you like the Story, please like our Facebook page - Action Tale. Our adventure's at the end. This is only the first of a series of various adventures, not all of them showing so powerful characters, and I was talking with a player about it by the end of the year, and he agrees with me this was a very dangerous starting point, and it all ended very well. Hhm,... not exactly for the characters, but well, there's more adventure to come.

    Get ready to read.

    Adventure #00 - Stolen Dreams

    Who enemies Us

    It was with great surprise that Trahmass, most known by the name of Hadesh, welcome the so powerful Bronze Dragon into his cave.

    After a brief talk, "This is a gift for you, and your race, Trahmass" says the dragon disguised as a common ejik pilgrim, as says his legend. It's a grimoire. Not only a grimoire, but the most rare grimoire possible, one that only a dragon might create.

    "Thank you very much, Naraleiva", says Trahmass.
    "Use it well. This is a grimoire to guide and protect your kind", resumes his deep voice, "One of a kind. No other item of power is so important for us, dragons".
    "This will be our relic, as a book", Trahmass sees a smile on the visitor's face.
    "I'll have to go. Don't take it with you all the time, because it's dangerous to let yourself die and stop the lineage of heirs to the Grimoire. Good luck", recommend the dragon.
    "Thank you again", and the monk saw the dragon leaving, walking the same way an ejik would do, very impressed that a so powerful being walks amongst the mortals.

    (Overview and Meeting)

    Toriàn sees there are undeads everywhere.

    All under the control of the person Ayasta says is sitted by the right side of the Mummy King, and he knows exactly who she is. She will need him, were her words, and don't belive I'm evil. After some days doing nothing, the mage feels something different on the undeads.

    They're moving.

    So, a number of magic messages come, from every ally, and contact.

    "They're attacking the monotheist empire", says everyone.

    - Shit,... - says the mage - This is exactly the most feared move, and the war has begun.

    He destroied all undeads on Frozenlant, his imense lair. Tacke has gone to Báech to talk with his wife, now the Silent Queen, and they talked in private. No one knows what they talked, not even the Great King Báech and the Heir King, Lena's brother.
    Soon after, Tacke came to talk with Hadesh, at the Troll's Valley.

    - Lena is the Dark Queen, now, Hadesh.
    - We must trust her. I bet this is what she was hidding all this time. Do you know why she's doing it?
    - No. (he's thoughtful, and unhappy). No idea.
    - Let's think - says Trahmass - We must think why she's done it, because no one marries a mummy with no reason, and we're her only friends now. Believe me.
    - Ambar is back. I think your friend Saint Krunnke have stolen the Egg of Ambar from you.
    - He did. I didn't wanted to believe it, but he did it.
    - And we were right oka, the Egg was her plan to ressurrection.
    - Yes, Tacke. Straight. Why Lena, I mean, the Dark Queen, oh shit, Lena's attacking the monotheist empire, and she knows this is the most terrible action possible.
    - She's doing the war, now. I bet she thinks the monotheists are the worst enemy, because their god doesn't exist after all.
    - Of course He exists! Why are you saying this, Tacke?
    - Well, how can you say he exists? There's no proof of a lonely God ruling everything.
    - They can ressurrect, and that's the proof you're looking for.
    - What?! What do you mean?
    - If you don't believe a God, you can't be ressurrected. The God will find your Soul, and ask Efemmera to ressurrect you, that's true and you know it. He does exist.
    - I don't believe in any God - says Tacke, with anger on his voice.
    - So, you can't be ressurrected.
    - That's unfair. I don't like the Gods, this is much unfair.
    - You must believe in a God, Tacke.
    - I won't belive in a being that is as mortal as me, Hadesh. Endpoint.
    - So, still, you can't be ressurrected.

    The half siddha stays trying to make himself calm, but he's angry as hell.

    - What can I do, in your opinion? - he asks Hadesh.
    - Chose a God, or die. I've just remembered the Profecy you saw on the Forbidden Library have said we should redefine the rules of reincarnation, but we haven't done it.
    - And now, what?
    - Now, it's Nature who will define, and we're probably lost.
    - It's unfair again. So, no one come back?
    - Dunno. It's said the prayers of Shadeza can ressurrect, but we don't know if they're doing it under Efemmera's orders, or Shaddz, or whatever.
    - Hadesh, this is much unfair. I don't like the Gods, and I don't want to follow any superbeing.
    - So again, you will not come back from the dead. Unless you want Lena do to it for you.
    - Nice joke, but in a very bad moment.
    - It's not a joke. If you don't have a God, you're not be found and lend to Efemmera. You'll get lost into the planes, and your spirit will pilgrim for ever, same way the spirits we met in our travels.
    - There is a God. Well, not exactly a God.
    - What is it? Which one?
    - Well, Hadesh, she's not a God, but Akka, the Principle of Balance. She doesn't accept mortals to pray for her, and destroy them all, the altars, and everything.
    - You're not a mortal, anymore. You're an Eek now. An Entity.
    - That's true. What do you think?
    - Dunno. You must pray for Her, and see what happens.
    - I don't wanna pray for anyone. They're just like us.
    - That's how it happens, Tacke. You need to pray, or you cannot have a safe afterlife, even if you don't ressurrect, because you need to agree with ressurrection to come back, too.
    - I'm not doing it because I want.
    - But you must.

    Tacke Prýmmus, professor, specialist in negation magic, and secretly in necromancy, started to mumble some words, not believing it would work. He's also the Academy's professor for Religion, but his whole life he passed not believing in any God, nor any Entity. His friend Trahmass kept moving the hand to say "Go on", and soon he was praying, after all, he's a professor and he knows every pray in the world. Nothing happened, in the beginning, until they start to listen to a song, a very beautiful song. It was mixed with the sounds of Nature, and Hadesh becomes really really happy to listen to it, because he knows which song is this.

    The two suffer a revelation, but the moment after it, they look each other.

    And simply agree not telling anyone.

    (The Guild of Commerce)

    Tkláhonomára is a low level dealer from the Guild.

    Recently, he becomes a very special member, as he managed to deal with the elementalist families of Draszi, from the Priatel ruledom, and the new order on Nine Realms.

    He's said also to be involved into the group responsible for many changes in the trikumai worlds.

    This is Ayasta's Group.

    Ayasta is the new Godess of Magic, and now Ambar, the Old Godess of Time and Magic is back, so no one knows what's going to happen in the near future.

    Maybe Ambar knows, it's what the dealers say.

    He managed to be accepted into a meeting with the major partners, on Riklant. There, he didn't talked, but a number of unknown men in hoods were in the meeting.

    Now he knows, daemonic krapulas.

    Soon, he managed to have a little talk with an elder dealer, and he says his brilliant carrier is just on the beginning, punching softly his chin.

    (Flausin and the Swamps)

    As a first action on the world, the new Avatar of Chaos did,...

   ,... adapted Kalagoktwa's giant mushrooms to live on the swamps and forests of Toj, and no one will understand his action, until much much later.

    And so, he sent the message of his deeds to Tacke, Toriàn and Hadesh.

    (The Trahmass Children)

    Tacke helps Hadesh with his family.

    Each of the snakedragon's sons are named after a friend of Hadesh.

    They just have hands now, and Tacke becomes godfather to the orange snakedragon. it soon was climbing his body and investigating his pockets.

    - He's same colour as the Inner Sanctuary.
    - The Inner-what?
    - Sanctuary, Tacke. There's a small entrance in the rocks, and I've collected these.
    - Eyes of Ambar - Tacke got impressed - Keep it.
    - Ambar is orange, Ayasta is orange. What happens with orange?
    - It's the colour of their magic, same as your sometimes white, sometimes black, and sometimes grey. This is a sign of a bless, probably by Ayasta, because Ambar was not present.
    - Not present? I see.

    Suddenly, both were dragged into a whirlwind of energy.

    (The Unfair Judgement)

    Both were in cages, and unable to speak.

    Outside, a huge number of dragons discussing their deeds. "They killed him, Golden", says the Black, or "It's not your business", says the White.

    Trahmass and Tacke stays incapable of speaking for sometime.

    Nothing really make sense, not even the accusations.

    Their minds were investigated, to remember how they killed the new dragon, the monotheist empire's patron, to come to a confuse ending.

    - They're innocents - cries the Golden - Sent them back.

    And so, they appeared at the same place before.

    (Back to Hadesh Valley)

    - What the hell was that, Hadesh!?!
    - I don't know. We couldn't defend ourselves! That was terrible! I thought I was going to die!
    - I hate them! Wish them all die, in a terrible way!

    Both friends decided not to tell the others.

    This would cause Toriàn to get mad, maybe about them.

    And them, about him, for he's a dragon's protected.

    - Hadesh, you need to talk with Ayasta soon, to understand your wife. She manbifesting something, and I think this is a result of Bog's bless.
    - Ayasta had spoken to me, already. She's some kind of psychic, but arcanist. Ayasta and Maika will have their best efforts to keep her magic under control, and i'm teaching her.
    - Dangerous, but that's what you need to do.
    - I know, Tacke.

    (The Ancient Elemental Water)

    - I'm Toriàn, Ancient Water, and I need to talk to you.

    There was not a way to escape.

    In on only move, the Ancient Water swallowed the mage elementalist.

    After that, he saw life, the same way he sees fire and energy, sound and sands, he got that as a gift, and decided not to challenge the elemental, this time.

    His eyes became made of Water.

    (Toriàn comes to Antonidias)

    - My elder - says the elementalist - The Frozenlant mountain is full of artifacts. Ayasta has passed a long time putting all those items back together, and I've decided to give it to the family, to grant our protection during the War that's starting day after day.
    - That,... will be remembered, forever, Toriàn.
    - That's for the family, Antonidias.

    So, he went back Frozenlant, to start selecting family members and allies to have magic items, from all those who tried to kill the dangerous Ice Elemental his friend Hadesh killed with black magic from the Dark Grimoire, happy for the book being destroied.

    But he asks himself, "Who was that eastman who killed the Grimoire?".

    And he found no answer.

    (A Brief Talk with Rudyn)

    - To confront the Mummy King and the Dark Queen now is suicide, Rude.
    - We need to get all the Tomes of Elements we can. Our power is elemental, my cousin. Our family depends on the Tomes to survive, and win.
    - I'm working on it, but the Tomes will stay in Frozenlant.
    - I'm oke with that - agreed Rudyn.

    (The Meeting at Tacke's House, Ryklant)

    - Lena is the Dark Queen.

    Everyone becomes silent, by Tacke's affirmative.

    - We need to go talk to her, Tacke.
    - No, Hadesh - says Toriàn - She knows what she's doing.
    - Of course, marrying the Lord of Darkness.
    - You two - sasy Tacke - No fight in my house. I agree with Hadesh, that our group should become neutral into the war, because of Ayasta.
    - Oke - says the elementalist - So, we hope the undeads win, before the fanatics conquere the world, and stay calm while we swear loyalty to one of them at the end. Sure.
    - He'll not listen to me, Tacke. He's too proud to have destroied my Grimoire, but I have a new one. And this time, no one will see my book, if not my family, and Tacke's family.
    - What are you trying to say, Hadesh?
    - Simple, Toriàn. I'm not a servant, and I'll never be. I'm not your ejik race, and I have no master. My people needs me, and I'll take the best option I can.

    The elementalist becomes silent.

    - We need to find the Eek of the Old Magic.
    - Why, Tacke? - asks Toriàn - Do you think he'll be of much help, considering he has done nothing to ressurrect his old Godess? I think he's dead, and a new one will happen.
    - A very powerful spell was casted on Tklá when he was trying madly to absorb the power of Lena, and I think I've saved him with luck. And so, I think he can control some undeads, now.
    - Too much "I-think" for one meeting.
    - You has just did the same, Toriàn.
    - You two - Tacke rised the voice a bit now - No fight. Can you agree with each other?
    - No - both said at the same time.
    - Listen, both of you. The Mummy King is on his most powerful moment, and he's using Lena to control the undeads, I don't know how. We saw a man trying to kill the Blue Pearl Black Dragon, and he's an Eek, yes, I've asked the Troll in a message before our meeting. He's an Eek of Time. We can't grant he's our enemy, and by all we can also say, the Enemy we know, and had attacked us more than once, is maybe not our enemy.
    - We need to teach the commons to deal with this all.
    - No, Toriàn - says Hadesh - they're going to get mad, or worse.
    - I've said we cannot agree, Tacke.
    - Let's try. I've gone Báech right before our meeting, and the spell of Mass Teleport was just created. I've created the Mass Negation to the Spell of Death from Basylisks, but they've made the word be forgotten. This is too much to think with you two arguing.
    - The Gods are away, Flausin have said to me - says Hadesh.
    - Not Ayasta and Maika.
    - Can we just think they're Godesses, Toriàn? - Hadesh was tired of arguing - I agree with Tacke, and the Gods are counting on us.
    - Again - says the professor - I think so, that we should do what we think be better.
    - And that includes to hide from the monotheists? We have been fooled, Tacke, and Taimmat have said it to me, this last night.
    - The Dragon God? I'm full of dragons? Why they can't just go away?
    - You're arguing too, Tacke.
    - Yes, Toriàn. I think there are loads of wrongs on the world, and I'll do my best to deal with them.
    - And that includes go talk with Lena, while she is our group? You have to chose.

    Toriàn's made sense, and they could not come to a decision.

    At this moment, the ground started to move, in a resonable level earthquake.

    Minutes later, it stoped.

    - What was it?
    - Don't know, Tacke, but it was no good - concludes Hadesh.

    Tacke remembers the secret his wife had shown him, buried down there.

    The Forgotten Rune.

    But this time, he decides it's not a good time to speak.

    - It's the Infernalists.
    - You too, Tacke? You give too much credit to these black magic users.
    - No, Toriàn. I'm talking seriously. I know it.
    - Humpf - the elementalist was for now decided to take his own actions, and let his family to be protected, to keep the great continent central empires well prepared.

    On the other hand, Tacke was trying to do miraculous things.

    And Hadesh don't listen to the elementalist anymore.

    - Can we agree that something must be done?
    - Yes - answered both snakedragon and elementalist together.
    - Now we have a point - sighed Tacke.

    They had no more time to think, and a huge earthquake started on Ryklant.

    Soon all the people were screaming on the street.

    They went to the window and so they saw it.

    By the mountains, on the other side of the city, a huge, unmatched huge skeleton of a dragon was being formed, from beneath the mountains. It's hands destroied a whole hill. A deafening sound broke the city streets, and no one escapes the sound. Most of the population started to cry. Fear, despair. No mortal have ever seen a tremendous threat to life, to the now non magical Nature, and yet, this came with the exact sense that the war have come to the central Empires, and Royal Tachiza is now under attack.

    (End of Session)

    Some Considerations necessary

    So, the Enemy is a possible ally and right?

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