Description
A humaniod figure stands here around five and a half feet tall. Striking blue
gray eyes are framed by a ebony and angular face. Bushy white eyebrows accent
this creatures hawkish face and long pointed nose. Thin lips with creases
from constant frowning reveal rows of perfect white teeth. His silvery
shortly cut hair spikes and clumps oddly on his head doing nothing to hide
his pointed elven ears. His build could be described easily as slight, and
his robes hang loosely off of him.
Role
Mothers Judgement
Added Mon Oct 9 21:24:12 2006 at level 1:
Today was the day, the High Priestess herself would choose my lifes path to
serve the Mother.
I wasn't particularly giddy the Mother is well known to be swift and final in
her judgement.
No time for weakness, my mind must be blank as parchment, prepared
for the Mothers fiery will to be burned upon my soul. The drab robes of the
unintiated sweep around my ankles softly as move I take my place in the long
row of males waiting for their life to be set before them. Leaning forward a
little, I peer to the right and the left, a long hall of noses and
expressionless faces on each side of me. A small ledge is just in front of me
as though I was at the foot of a expansive yet foolishly long stage. I turn
my attention to the very center of the hall as a small door is revealed by a
soft violet glow extending from the other side as it opens. A chill takes to
my spine and my head grows light as she steps from the doorway, a symbol of
sex glory and power a icon of Evil. Stars begin to flash before my eyes and I
feel myself growing distance when only the softest whisper peirces my mind
"No you cannot fail so soon" I stand rigidly almost mechanicly and stare
straight into her eyes.
Numerous images pour through my mind in a tidal wave of thought,
fragments some of them I recognize some are less familar. I find myself
delving into private thoughts and doubts, things I had only glimmered become
clear and shatter as my mind collapses. A painful chill shoots from my hand
and my eyes fly open, fear scampers through my foggy painfilled head as
everything falls into focus.
Darkness surrounds me, a slender pale hand rests upon mine radiating
a chill that only death can stand. A fitful violet glow surrounds the
creature who's touch so pains me, a face with a expression that could only be
described as doll-like and porcline stares at me from a frame of knotted and
tangled white hair. Cruel eyes with a almost mirror like sheen reflect my
anguished and haggard looking face. As the image of this horrid woman sinks
in she speaks with a voice so high it cuts my head like a knife "A mage you
will be, something familar we sense but cannot see. You steps will be watched
so you do not stray no.." With a somehow graceful yet unnatural movement she
lurches from the almost crouched position she had to stare into my face to
her feet and slowly walks away accented only by the occassional thud of a
staff.
The night after
Added Mon Oct 9 21:25:48 2006 at level 1:
I rest upon my bed for the last time in my families house. Thinking of things
that can be power that can be had, the Mothers glory and gift upon her Child.
Slowly my eyes rock shut as I drift off to dreams echoing my last thoughts.
Unexpectedly I find myself awake and aware from my minds wanderings standing
alone in a odd city. Lights flicker in rounded oddly shaped windows, whispers
too low to be understood echo around me. Things brush past me yet nothing
appears to be there. Unsure of my surrounds and disorented I somehow fail to
notice the small cloaked man next to me. A light sits above us illuminating
him in a soft and somehow pleasant blue glow, little can be told about the
man a black robe is loosely draped upon his clearly frail body. A draping
heavy hood hangs over his face creating a deep shadow, revealing only a thin
flat looking mouth. He leans heavily upon a dark staff and coughs slightly as
though he is awaiting my acknowledgement. Taking a almost unseen que he peers
up at me and a voice slithers into my head a fashion that can only be
described as unpleasant. "I have chosen you among many possible choices, your
first step is only to insure you are within the School of Magics library.
From there your choices will become clearer." As the last word is absorbed
into my thoughts I feel myself almost falling into nothing and I know no more
till I awake on the floor sheets tossed about me, sticky with sweat and
smelling strongly of fear.
+ The Dream, the night after Judgement.
Added Thu Nov 2 14:07:33 2006 at level 36:
I rest upon my bed for the last time in my families house. Thinking of things
that can be power that can be had, the Mothers glory and gift upon her Child.
Slowly my eyes rock shut as I drift off to dreams echoing my last thoughts.
Unexpectedly I find myself awake and aware from my minds wanderings standing
alone in a odd city. Lights flicker in rounded oddly shaped windows, whispers
too low to be understood echo around me. Things brush past me yet nothing
appears to be there. Unsure of my surrounds and disorented I somehow fail to
notice the small cloaked man next to me. A light sits above us illuminating
him in a soft and somehow pleasant blue glow, little can be told about the
man a black robe is loosely draped upon his clearly frail body. A draping
heavy hood hangs over his face creating a deep shadow, revealing only a thin
flat looking mouth. He leans heavily upon a dark staff and coughs slightly as
though he is awaiting my acknowledgement. Taking a almost unseen que he peers
up at me and a voice slithers into my head a fashion that can only be
described as unpleasant. "I have chosen you among many possible choices, your
first step is only to insure you are within the School of Magics library.
From there your choices will become clearer." As the last word is absorbed
into my thoughts I feel myself almost falling into nothing and I know no more
till I awake on the floor sheets tossed about me, sticky with sweat and
smelling strongly of fear.
Forbidden knowledge.
Added Thu Nov 2 14:12:34 2006 at level 36:
I stand before three tall podiums, awaiting my judgement. I was found
perusing volumes forbidden to males especially those who are not favored of
the mother. The lighting is poor but I can see the three figures standing at
each of the Podiums, the houses they represent marked upon each The Blades,
the Mages, and the Divine. I can sense their distain for me it is almost a
physical prescence in the room, their hatred beating down upon me is only
magnified by the Mothers presense I want to crawl upon my knees and cower
before their power and beg for my life but something tells me there is no way
out of this, no amount of groveling will restore me in the eyes of the
Mother. Their accusations rain down upon me, blaspheme, traitor, worm! Ridged
as a statue I stand ignoring their words, my mind prepared only for the
assult of the Mother, her anger swirls around me chilling me to the bone. A
ashen pale overcomes the three as a voice so full of spite and hate it seems
to carry no other meaning but the words are still yet clear to me "You are a
failure to me Rhyendris you will never serve our purpose or the Family again,
you are outcast from our arms a wretched worm for all too see!"
I have payed a heavy price for the knowledge I have stolen from the
libraries. Three books come with a heavy price, but hopefully they will come
with a heavy reward as well.
The three books, The first is bound in nightblack skin and labeled plainly
Ccul'Gra. The second book is bound in a odd blue felt and only has the words
Nyathl Ikalith. The last and dirtiest of the books is bound simply and is
unlabeled.
About Rhyendris
Added Thu Nov 2 14:22:03 2006 at level 36:
Things to know about Rhyendris
He is haughty beyond normal reason, not only does he consider himself
above all other races, but all other beings as well. Even though he cannot
possibly ever hope to understand the Immortal mind it is likely he will still
think he sees more and knows more than they can comprehend.
All things are tools to him, intended to be used till they are bent
and broken. Be it A person a place or a organization.
Knowledge and furthering his studies of the art of transmutation are
his primary intrests. Controlling the masses through the magic at his reach
is his goal.
The voice that spoke to him is but a shadow of a man, looking for a
new host to continue his lifes dream and diabolical studies.
He can only be described as a bent and twisted fellow, his mind
slithers around looking for ways to gain leverage over people, and to
ultimatly own them
His hatred for the Mother Lloth is immeasurable mentioning of her
name or the sight of her symbol drives him into a fit of rage, nothing would
please him more than to defile the symbol of her might.
The book of the Mind.
Added Thu Nov 2 16:45:36 2006 at level 36:
A dirty poorly bound book is here. At first glance you notice its
bound in some sort of soft tanned skin. Its rather small and battered, the
pages all well worn with many dog-ears and little tears from use. No runes or
other identifying markings cover this book, it is infact quite plain. The
contents of the book however are far more intresting.
The first page reads:
I attempt to preserve the words of my Master and
Teacher, may he fail.
The Mind and how transmutation applies to it.
Index
1. The basic Neurological structure
2. The Machine that is the Mind
3. Basic techniques to control the simple minded
4. Echos and things that only exist on paper
5. Magic the Key to the Mind and the key to power
A particular passage catches your eye as you leaf through this battered and
worn book:
The mind is just a machine. A tool that can be bent to your purpose.
Their are many ways to control the mind and its workings, many of these ways
have been forgotten with time. Commonly bards have used their words to paint
pictures of things that exist only in the mind giving them shape and feel to
those who cannot see through the fog created by their music. The guild of
anti-paladins once taught a spell of charm, this is a rather simple spell at
first glance as it creates a bond between the caster and its target one not
easily broken. In my discussions with other students of the world, I have
heard it said that their are poisoners working hard on finding away to weaken
the will and allow simple suggestion to influence the subject. However all of
these are second to the power I have discovered, through musty forgotton
tomes and minds long forgotten. *The paper trails off to explain how the arts
of transmutation can be applied directly to the neurological system, but not
for the intention to disrupt its processes but to influence it, it speculates
on how similar to the way the spell swiftness protects magic could similarly
be bent to make it more suceptable to such attacks*
In a small unwritten corner of the page a note has been made in the
handwriting of Rhyendris
With this knowledge they will pay, my pain will be their own.
Her own children will tear down her mighty Empire of scurrying servants, and
with the lightest of my whims they will turn upon the world then each other,
yes they will pay!