A beginning......

[xstatk_tzar]

"This cannot be happening" she muttered darkly to herself as she stormed back to her room within the barracks. "What in the 5 levels of Damnation was he thinking?" she thought to herself. "I DO NOT DO DRESSES" she yelled into the startled face of yet another nameless pageboy who happened by. Still uttering vile curses and promising physical bodily harm, she flung herself onto her bed. From there she looked around at, what others would call spartan room, and tried to envisage herself in a dress. There against the eastern wall of her room immaculatly kept, was the only possesion of hers in which she truly cared about. A full four and a quarter feet of tempered dwarven steel. Intricate runes flared in the candle light along its length. Broad and comfortingly solid at the guard slowly tapering to an exquisite point, the edge as keen as any she had known. Perfectly balanced and able to cleave most known armour the hordes possesed, 'Grekctmeel' as it was named in the old tongue was her pride and joy. Gifted to her by her fellow knights upon her ascension to the ranks of †GoN†, Grkctmeel had been her constant companion. "This is what i should be wearing tonight....." she raged to herself. "....not that impossibly unfunctional piece of foppery he wants me to wear, I am a Guard!....not some piece of jewelry to be placed upon ones arm and paraded in front of those simpering, overbearing fools". "My station is the walls of this city, i did not sign on to this!" Slowly she untangled herself from her now thoroughly disarrayed bed and walked to the window. There she gazed fondly out towards the training grounds, her eyes following the the tireless workings of her fellow Guards, Rei Roy, the introverted monk warrior, Pogo, that enigmatic assassin, and KiD, the irrascible rogue. These are the people she should be with tonight, her friends who time and time again, had stood upon the walls and repelled all who approached with malice and evil. Who had ventured far and wide throughout the realm defying all and braving even the Great One himself. These were her friends, her companions, her brothers. Heaving a heavy sigh, she turned from the window and let her eyes once again rest upon Gretckmeel. Then, after a short while a smile made its way across her lips and her eyes drifted over towards the dresser against the other wall. There on top lay a wicked looking dagger, moving towards it she silently promised that if her beloved sword couldnt accompany her tonight, then this little item was going....for she knew there were plenty of places upon her body that it could be secreted and besides, what sort of Guard would she be if she went unarmed to a banquet, especially when representatives of the other Factions were going to be present. "Yes...." she uttered to herself...'Ill wear that damn dress and i might even manage to smile...at least once...but the Gods themselves will blanche if anyone brings harm tonight!" And with that she made her way down to the training grounds to join her brothers a shout of joy escaping her lips, her only witness a strange and unfamiliar feline staring intently after her..........with an unholy reddish glow emanating from its eyes.

[firetoad35]

The cat made its way through the shadows of neversummer until it reached the tower of the rogue gauntlet and swiftly became the shape of a wisened old druid, flowing with an aura of evil and malice he approched the back of the tower. Appearing ffrom the shadows of nearby crates we meet and our deadly exchange begins.....
Softly moving from shadow to shadow i make my way back to the room i call my own, up the drainpipe and vaulting quickly through the topmost window i wonder when the last time i used the door was. Definatly not in the past two weeks as secrecy has been needed before this banquet tonight where all the factions are to be represented. I place the glowing blade upon the table infused with deathmagic vorpal and wounding this blade was not easy to aquire but all is going as planned. Dressed in supple black leather and with the blade secreted upon me i open my door and walk into the firelight hall........

[xstatk_tzar]

errr....as NS4 is not yet up my intention here was to create a background to NS4. plz if anyone would like to begin with any faction plz do so. i have no plot, limited character reference and absolutely no storyline.....just gonna make it up as we go along. oh well sry to have troubled you.....

btw...read the *Crossroads battle in BB1...what happened to the halfing.......???????????...

[lord_modred]

several hundered feet below the surface, a mage stood hunched over a desk covered in tombs, scrolls, documents, scymatics, and various arcane instruments. he poured over an especially old looking tomb written in a long dead dialect.
"damn it... i know it's in here somewhere..."
the wizard had been searching through the tomb for hours, searching for information. he was looking for the location of a portal that lead directly into neversummer. apparently there was a gate beneath an old wizard tower that had been long forgotten and left ungaurded, and he meant to find it. the wizard finally turned the last page of the crumbling book, and found he had searched in vain. out of frustration he threw the text against a hewn cave wall and watched at it burst in a cloud of dust.
"I will find a way into that damnable city... i'll rip the gate of it's hinges myself if i have to!"
the mage turned to an old statue sitting in a small shrine. the statue was the visage of a lich, a lich missing it's hand and eye.
"the city of neversummer will be yours my lord, you shall rule over all aetheria and neversummer shall be your throne."
with that the wizard picked up the next tomb off of a stack, opened it, and began to read from it's pages.

[D00D]

In the Coalition's Stronghold of Daeron, in the great hall of the temple of Tyr, a lone bard sings songs of conquest, glory and service to the gods of law and goodness. An appreciative audience stand enraptured by the bard's performance and claps enthusiastically when he takes his final bow.

Later that night, as the bard sings hymms of praise to Tyr, he hears a voice saying, "Thou hast served me well by bolstering morale among my faithful in this time of great need."

The bard swings around and seeing nothing of consequence except for the main statue of Tyr at the altar, wondered what can be happening?

"I have a quest for you, most favored of servants", said the statue. "You shall seek out the means in which to ensure Daeron with the protection she deserves. You need to discover the entrance to the lair of the drows and lead the forces of the Coalition to victory over the accursed spider worshippers and their ilk."

With that, there was silence except for the sounds that night brings. The bard shook himself, wondering if it had been a hallucination brought about by too much wine at the performance but caught himself as he saw something sparkle on the floor before the statue of Tyr.

He went forward and found a pendant, much like those worn by the clerics belonging to the holy order of Justice, with his name inscribed on the focus gem. Grasping the pendant tightly, he opened the doors leading out of the inner sanctum and walked out into the moonlit night.

[Throst54]

ooc
i'm the haling from that story.. tho i wont be playing him in NS4...i'll be playing his son and daughter... twins. Auxentus and Auxentia, i'll post thier story later about thier coming ot the circle and such.

IC
It had been a long day, worth while, but very long. The forest was an engulfing place, a place that Auxentus wanted to knwo well. The mere sounds of the leaves and the tones of the animals murmurs meant something to him, well they would in time. This was a new place to he and his sister, and in time it would be thier home. Although they had not even settled in and barely become truly aquainted with the others of the land and already war and strife had begun to siege the land.
The land was free, the animals showed that. The weak were killeed so that the strong would survive, to balance out the problems of the world. And here, we who nwo called ourelves the circle, would do the same. We will fight for balance, so that wel the strong, will survive and destroy the prideful wretch excuse of humanity. we shall all be one, we shall all be truly united....

here it shall begin...

[xstatk_tzar]

Uttering a foul oath the guard looked from the crenellated tower at the approaching riders. "More damned peddlers" he muttered to no-one in particular. With this he quickly ensured both his sword and shield were firmly attached and, grabbing a wicked looking halberd, rushed down the spiral stairs determined to forestall any further advance the approaching trio had of making.

"Halt" bellowed the guard as he emerged from the gatehouse door 'turn ye mangey mounts around now and keep riding, where i care not, just as long as it aint through my gates!" Sure that he had thoroughly intimidated the trio of riders he turned back toward the guardhouse when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the riders had heeded his call not one bit. Readying his halberd the guard filled his lungs to issue a list of consequences if they failed to heed him when suddenly a deep and rumbling voice reached him saying "Have a care citizen...the road has been long and dusty this day....and your head is not that firmly attached to your shoulders! "Hush now brother,' replied a lilting voice, 'let him be.... he does nought here but his job besides, if you were to remove his offending head.....im sure Tyr would hear my prayers and reattach it.....eventually."

"Enough' grated the voice of the lead rider to his companions. Leaning forward he said to the guard "Well met this day citizen, please, lets us pass, i fondly hear a hot bath beckoning me forth and a platter of venison assaults my nose with its welcoming aroma, to say nothing of the sweet bouquet of a fine dwarven ale freshly poured from the delicate hands of a serving wench at the inn." Now completely confused the guard was about to reply when yet another voice intervened.

"Where the hell have you three been? You were expected back here two days ago! Get your sorry looking carcasses through the gates now." "Neo, attend me in my quaters one half hour hence...and as for you two reprobates...get yourselves down to the barracks...most of our fellow Guards have returned so get cleaned up, fed and rested....then i want you all at your appointed posts by the eighth toll of the watch this eve...WELL?!!.....why are you both still sitting there..... GET! Have you been away that long that you've forgotten the sound of an order when it's given?!"

"Welcome home' laughed Jeanne, the famed Healer of †GoN† to her companion, ZiK, the huge Warrior of †GoN†, our Ambassador Billiard has changed not a bit since our leave....and he does look rather dashing in that attire think you not brother?" "Aye sister that he does...that he does" And with that Jeanne, ZiK and Neo, General of †GoN† returned once more 'neath the grand arch of their beloved Neversummer.

Reaching Billiards side Neo drew rein and waited. "Sorry old friend' said Billiard, 'it has been nought but a long few days with more worries than not" "Ach now......forsooth!...no need for apologies between us" replied Neo. "where pray is our Commander?" asked Neo. "Therein lies the reason behind your urgent recall Neo' said Billiard 'nought has anyone seen of him these last few days....and with the coming banquet tonight with the representatives from all the Factions being in attendance....if we dont find Thar before then.........'then as sure as [censored] sticks to yer shoe' nothing good will come of it!" And with that said, they both walked of towards the Guild hall....both now engrossed in their own thoughts.

[firetoad35]

Down the stairwell and out the windo i crept with caution I made it accross the cobbled square and into the shadows......... as the shadows became deeper others appeared out of the gloom and the secret meeting of the shadow Legion was building......