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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/23/2017 12:13:57 AM
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"His name perhaps? Do you know it?"
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Edited by Big Cash Moneys: 1/23/2017 12:18:39 AM"He called himself Qurvosk The Wise, but in his current state wise is not how I'd describe him."
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"Think I've heard of him. I'll do some searching."
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"I'll just think about what all that's happened means." [b]Dal sat back down with a slight frown.[/b]
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"You sure?" [b]Royal looked at him, rather worried [/b]
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"Oh, I thought the shadow realm was "members only" or something. I much prefer action rather than thinking." [b]Dal jumps to his feet ready for anything.[/b]
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"Well I can always bring you into the realm through invitation."
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"Well I can always bring you into the realm through invitation."
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"Then what are we waiting for?"
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"Nothing, i suppose." [b]Royal created a shadowy portal into the shadow realm, which he walked through[/b]
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[b]Dal hung back for a moment, he never imagined he would find such a friend or such a place in which he could find out who he truly was. He waled through the portal after Royal.[/b]
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[b]As Dal entered, he could see Royal on one knee with one hand on the ground, presumably searching[/b]
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"So how is this gonna work?" [b]Dal said this as he surveyed the landscape in awe.[/b]
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[b]The two suddenly zoomed through the lands, images of forgotten wars, and bloody massacres filling Dal's head. Images of heroes, saving people, and civilians taking a stand. The two appeared in the real world, in front of a tavern[/b]
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[b]Dal leans against a post, he's quite dizzy.[/b] "This place is familiar, but I know I've never been here before… at least not that I can recall."
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"He's inside, or at least he should be."
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[b]Dal enters the the tavern and looks for Qurvak. He sees him in a corner and as he looks up and locks eyes with Dal they both begin wailing in agony.[/b] [spoiler]I'll continue this I just need a second.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Everything alright?[/spoiler] [b]Royal looked between the two fearfully, as he did not understand[/b]
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[spoiler]yeah i just had to go and grab a snack for my brother and i didnt wanna give a weak response.[/spoiler] [b]The two entered a vision together. They were in a room, it was dark, it was a memory of a secret meeting.[/b] "Dalkroth my lord I bring horrendous news." [b]Dal was on a throne while Qurvak was kneeling on the steps leading to his great seat.[/b] "Please tell me your prophetic hallucinations aren't true, Avon is an angel he could not turn." "My lord they are true but that is not the pressing matter… Avon knows of your suspicion and is here…" [b]The vision ends with the sound of an almost angelic tone, but with the screech of an awful fowl.[/b] [b]The two men wake with a jump.[/b]
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[spoiler]LOL xD[/spoiler] "What in the blazes happened?!"
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[b]Dal shuffles over to the table Qurvak is at and the group sits. Dal explains that they shared another one of his memories and Qurvak begins to explain deeper.[/b] "It was the night my lord lost his honor in the eyes of the divine. The great Bane of Devils became the Bane of Angels and Devils a like, the bane of everyone, Eversbane."
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"The eyes of the divine? Devil's bane? This doesn't make sense. Surely the Deserted had some form of...someone had to be watching that group."
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[b]Qurvak would attempt to explain everything.[/b] "Avon created us, the Deserted, and as thus he would be somewhat our supervisor. As we lacked the constraints of angels we were more dangerous than to the Devils and Demons the Divine faced, Divine being angels and other holy beings. Avon detested being an angel but he had no way of escaping his torment. He soon realized that Satan could release him from his morale restraints in return Avon would have to turn The Deserted of to Satan. Dalkroth, being the most powerful of us was able to enter the realm of evil with ease. He caught wind of Avon's plan, but before he could reveal the truth Avon attacked us. He could not harm us, but he could take our lives as he created us. Dalkroth was to keen and cut Avon down, but this would not go without a cost, he along with me and his other sworn followers we banished to the mortal realm." [b]It was a lot to process for both Royal and Dalkroth.[/b]
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"Avon? That's impossible, he was one of the top generals in the armyand fiercely loyal during the beginning of his career."
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[b]Dalkroth was slowly beginning to remember even more and spoke next.[/b] "That's exactly why he grew so bitter after his glorious days had passed and the Deserted were the main people seeing battle he did not receive the praise he believed he deserved. I was praised for my prowess in battle while Avon, despite being my creator, was simply ignored. Our successes were our own but our failures were pinned on Avon."
