Description
Tattered white robes hang from the slender frame of this human mage. His
skin is pale, eerily translucent with a blueish tinge. His hair is white and
hangs from the sides of his cowled hood. An unnatural beauty graces his
appearance giving him an angelic visage. Wisps of ice cover the tips of his
hair and run along the edges of his outer wear. His eyes are a pale shade of
blue and a look of sadness is etched on his face. His eyes belay an inner
wisdom, a glimpse to the suffering of his soul. Shadows slither about his
icy frame, draping him in their dark embrace. A radiating aura of cold
clings to his presence, chilling his surroundings.
Role
THE MAGE ACADEMY: PART THREE
Added Thu Oct 26 20:05:36 2006 at level 23:
The magister of ice wiped the tendrils of frost from his face and continued
to delve into the scrying waters. Shivering to himself he continued to
whisper to himself. Soon more visions began to appear.
"I....will...remember.....", he coughed as his eyes focused on the pool.
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The high sorceress adjusted her glasses as she looked out over the class of
young men. Her petite form was cloaked in long flowing robes which hide her
form from prying eyes. Her knees wobbled slightly as she caught her breathe.
Without thinking she patted down her hair and licked her lips. She glanced
nervously over the top of her lecture book and locked eyes on the one that
tormented her. Dedication to her art and the rigors of teaching had robbed
her of the social skills of a middle aged woman. She was frustrated at the
effect the handsome youth was having on her.
She smiled faintly as she noticed the seductive smile that began to play upon
his face. She continued to read from the lecture material as they stole
glances in each others direction.. The other students seemed oblivious to
their growing intimacy, heads buried in their notebooks. The aspiring mage
began to silently drum his fingers upon the desk She felt her heart rate
quicken as his eyes began to take on a darker hue.
The slow dance of seduction continued unbeknownst to the rest of the class.
Finally after another twenty minutes the class came to an end. The students
all rose to their feet and began streaming from the classroom. The mage in
white continued to sit at his desk, focused on his spellbook. He looked up
from the corner of his eyes and grinned as he watched her lock the class
door. They were alone at last.
The high sorceress walked slowly to his desk, a hesitant look upon her face.
The young man rose to meet her and reached out his arms. She rushed forward
as her desires overcame her fears. Clutching at his back she began to kiss
him deeply on the lips. The young mage whispered something quietly and ran
his hands around the sorceresss back. She shuddered as she gave herself
over to her animal urges.
A pale plume of frost began to form in the air above the kissing mages. It
seemed to pour from the very core of the young mage. The sorceress gasped
suddenly and began to pull away from the young man. He locked his arms
around her back and pressed his mouth with more force upon her face.
A light crackling sound began to spread through the air. The sorceress
slumped in the youths arms as he continued to press his mouth to hers. A
blueish tinge began to spread across her face as something passed from the
young mage.
A few moments of pained silence and the young mage released his grip. The
sorceress fell back from his arms, a frozen statue of ice. The mage grinned
as shadows began to coalesce about his form. Stepping over her prone form he
walked to her desk and pocketed her tomb of shifting magic.
As he walked from the empty classroom he whispered another word of magic.
His progression in the arts was quickly improving.
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The ice magister growled lightly as he looked to another pool. "Show me
the event of darkness.....You trick me with this nonsense of my youth!
I must remember....the r
CONCLUSION OF ICE: LAST CHAPTER
Added Fri Nov 10 15:30:20 2006 at level 51:
The white robed mage stumbled through the Udgaard city streets. Billowing
plumes of frost rose up from his exposed skin as he shivered and crawled
along. Pale street light cast an eery glow as he kept to the side streets
and alleys. The patrolling bands of jaettes seemed oblivious to his
presence. They would suddenly find something else to investigate each time
he came close to their patrols. The shadows clung to him, cloaking him from
danger. They enticed and beckoned him forward.
Clutching the curb, Malic shuddered as he vomited up a thick morass of blood
and ice. It plastered the sidewalk, instantly freezing into an icy sheen.
His eyes rolled back in his head as the pain intensified. He could feel his
tongue thicken in his mouth as more frost began to form on his lips. He
paused for a moment and then continued slowly to the place that called him.
Coming to the underground docks his shivers intensified. Nearly delirious
with pain he crawled toward a dark alleyway. The ground suddenly shifted and
he found himself falling some ten feet into a darkened chamber. He moaned in
pain as he felt a limb break from the impact.
Massive iron doors stood before him. Malic curled into a fetal position and
continued shivering. A cruel laughter began to echo through the chamber.
Chittering sounds soon followed as the room began to cool. Slender forms
began to materialize from the shadows. Porcelain skinned, beautiful beings,
both male and female appeared around his prone form. Malic smiled weakly as
he gazed up into their eyes. The did not return his smile but instead moved
on him as one.
They picked him up by the scrapes of his clothing. Some pierced his skin
with their clawed hands. The great iron doors swung open as they walked to
the entrance. Malic screamed as his blood rained down upon the ground.
A sadistic female voiced whispered from within the doorway. 'Bring him to
the Chamber of Ecstasies.'
The ice magister watched the visions intensely. Seeing himself being
tortured and drained by the Nightborn. He continued to stare into the
shadowy pools as he watched the Blood Queen infuse a dark jewel into his
chest. Gripping the edge of the pool he gasped as his full mental capacity
returned to him. The horrors of his becoming had left him confused and
disorientated. The visions from the pool of shadows had helped him regain
his identity.
He walked from the scrying room and exited the tomb. Gazing up to the night
sky he grinned. His body shuddered as his form began to shift into that of a
predatory bird. Throwing his arms into the air he completed the
transformation and was soon coasting upon warm currents of night air.
He traveled south to the dry deserts of the bedouin travelers. Below him a
great chasm of darkness beckoned. Malice soared down into the opening and
continued his decent into the caverns below. After a short transverse he
entered a chamber enshrouded in dark magic.
Upon a stone dias sat a darkened form. It rose to its feet and held out an
ebony scepter in its hand. The ghoulish archmage turned its ancient head as
Malic returned to human form.
"Welcome Chancellor. We have much work ahead."
Malic walked toward the dias as ice shards fell from his robes.
"Then let us begin..
BORN INTO ICE
Added Wed Oct 25 09:32:09 2006 at level 1:
The sinister mage peered into the blackness of the scrying pool and began to
whisper words of magic."Show me my past....", he coughed as he wiped a
tendril of ice on the back of his hand. "Take me to my beginning...."
A vision began to form inside the pool. The mage pulled his robes tight to
his slender frame as he peered into the shadows.
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A cold blast of snow pelted against the girls back as she staggered through
the mounds of snow. She clutched her furs to her stomach as she protected
her swollen womb from the icy chills. Her other hand grasped a black rod
which pulsed with a sickly green light. The storm was at its pinnacle and
the landscape was covered with ice and sleet. She screamed out her
frustration as she looked back to the prone form of her mate. He lay slumped
against a large mound and his eyes glazed over as the snow quickly covered
his face. In the distance her village now lay in ruins, domed in a sphere of
ice.
It all started several weeks in the past, when hunting parties discovered a
large cache of treasure in a mountain cave. It appeared that an expedition
had hidden its spoils hoping to reclaim them after the spring thaw. A
ravaged black portal was found at the back of the cave and covered with
unholy glyphs. The relics were not of Theran design and it was believed that
they were taken from the deep bowels of the Inferno. Forged by the ice
devils and dukes of the hells, the relics were never intended to fall into
the hands of mortal men.
The relics were divided amongst the families. The heads of each household
were quickly enamored with them and they seldom left their grasp. A darkness
had entered her people by an uncanny greed and covertness for these eldritch
icons.
The shamans had called it the 'Curse of the Darkwinter'. When the hunting
parties first brought back the relics from the caves these warnings were
ignored. Now the prophesies of the eternal cold were coming to bare. Her
village was decimated by the storms that followed. The frost giants even
left the high passes as the unnatural cold spread its tendrils through the
area. Each passing moment the temperature and storm conditions worsened.
Her people began to die one by one as their homes were torn asunder. The
cold was unrelenting and attempts to make fire were unsuccessful.
The woman continued to stumble down the mountain as she tried to distance
herself from her people. The cold followed her, stealing the warmth from her
breath. Time began to slow as her movements became slower and slower. As
she finally fell forward to the ground, she whispered out one final plea,
"Let my child live. I give him to thee....."
A fierce howling filled the air as the womans body became encircled with a
billowing cloud of ice. Shadows began to spread outwards from the circle of
ice and snow. Over the din of the snow storm an infants scream rang out.
AWAKENING THE COLD: PART TWO
Added Wed Oct 25 09:35:22 2006 at level 1:
Shivering the mage turned his attention to the second pool of shadows.
Clutching a hand to his head he gazed down at the images which were forming.
Struggling to remain standing he watched as his past was brought back to him.
Memories began to flood his mind.
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Alone at last with my beautiful maiden. The night has embraced us both and
left me weary from our lovemaking. Naked, we are wrapped in each others arms
waiting for dawn. The shadows have gathered deep around our coupling forms.
Pale moonlight trickles down from a cloudy night sky sending shadows over the
twisted sheets which intertwine our prone forms. These are the times I am
given in to deep thought. Contemplating my life as I stroke the side of her
face. Unraveling the mysteries of the world. Darkness begets
discovery....and so I wander in my thoughts....
My world is ice. Frozen darkness course through my veins. Magic has
forsaken me and I know I am cursed to live with this eternal chill. I
imagine my heart works diligently as it pumps the frozen sludge which is my
blood. Pain has entered my life through the windows of shadow. The
chilling, icy grip clutches at my innards, causing me extreme discomfort.
When the cold first entered my frame, so too did the hatred. I can feel the
darkness growing inside me. My thoughts are often filled with violence.
Blind, malevolent evil twists my desires and focuses my rage.
How I despise the warmth of the living.
I will never feel the love of a woman. My corrupted body repels their
attraction. Frigid seed churns in my loins for eternity. Frozen corpses
greet me with their knowing smiles. The irony of my outward beauty is lost
in the icy touch which is my kiss. I curse the deities in the heavens for
leaving me in this state of agony and suffering. What sins did I enact to
begin this cycle of tortured cold?
Magic. Magic has failed to bring me salvation. The powers of the land only
fuel my growing resentment of the living. The shadows are becoming my only
companion. The whispering darkness embraces my frozen soul.
I continue to shiver and contemplate my actions......
She lays beneath me. I am looking down into her eyes. Her warmth is
soothing. I kiss her blue lips and she shivers slightly. Her hair is golden
brown and has spilled out over the silken pillows. Tiny wisps of frost have
begun to form on her face. She is immobile now, locked in a frozen state of
dying. Each breath of hers comes weaker and more forced. I breathe deeply,
taking all of her warmth into my lungs. I can feel myself shudder as her
heat awakens desire and pleasure. The shadows begin to deepen as the last of
her warmth leaves her body. I wrap my arms around her frozen form and hold
her tight. I can feel the room chilling as tiny plumes of ice rise into the
air. Time passes as I fall into a sleep. My dreams are of ice.
OVERVIEW OF AN ICE MAGISTER
Added Wed Oct 25 09:36:38 2006 at level 1:
Corrupted by darkness and ensorcelled by a dying curse, Malic Cole is a
tormented hunter of the living. Doomed to eternal cold from his mothers
sacrifice of his soul. He seeks to unlock the cold chasms of the shadow
realm upon Thera. The Ccrulgra tease him with visions of eternal cold. They
twist his thoughts and focus his hatred towards their own goals of
domination. In drawing the warmth from the living he is losing his soul.
Beautiful and cruel, he has become an abomination of ice. His first goal is
to become a Scion where he will work toward bringing cold darkness to the
light.