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Silverymoon Lining
Luca, Cerin, and Stormwind stepped through a door of space back into Silverymoon where Danforth was waiting for them. He was old, but still of solid build and ruggedly handsome with silvering sandy hair, brown eyes that looked more like smoky quartz, and a light brown beard that was well-groomed. …For a ranger, anyway. "What kept you, Onyx?" he asked, with age adding a slight rasp to his usually smooth cello baritone. Luca chuckled with a meek, gentle smile and a glint in his silvered sapphire eyes. "Well, time flies when you aren't being hated or chased out." The elder smirked a little. "Is that so?" He added before his expression grimmed. Luca studied his face for a moment before reading the story in Danforth's eyes. "What happened?" He asked in a respectful tone that restrained his simmering rage. "It's better if you hear it firsthand; brother Cahess wanted to tell you himself and make sure you don't fly off the handle." Luca paled as he stared at Danforth in shocked bewilderment. His teacher usually always talked down to him on days he did well in practice and tolerated the berating when he messed up. This was not the sour, unpersonable hermit he remembered, nor was this an ordinary situation. After a moment or two of letting the elf gawp at him dazedly, Danforth finally ordered, "Pick up your damn jaw and get your disguise on; we're going to Helm's Hold." Luca shook his head to put himself back together, then did as was asked. "Golden star, light afar." he called with a flourish of his left hand that he pulled down over his face and his appearance shifted from Silver Drow, to true Elven. The four of them then started the trek to Helm's Hold in Silverymoon, with Luca's worry and anxiety starting to eat him alive. A half day's journey brought the quartet to the gates of the great Elven city. Before they were questioned by the guards, Luca froze as the sensation of being watched came over him. A dark, gentle voice spoke to his mind. "I've been watching you a while, dark one, but worry not. You differ greatly from the black ones." Luca relaxed his grip on his swords and decided to carry on a conversation. He focused on the voice and answered, "I'll decide if you're a friend or foe when I see you; show yourself or be hunted." A deep chuckle was heard to his right and he spun toward it with his swords drawn and spotted a large black cat slowly walking toward him. Danforth heard Luca's swords and excused himself from the guards to see what the elf was riled over. "You didn't draw your-" He was cut short by the sight of the now faintly striped big cat walking toward them. The veteran ranger tried to dominate the big cat, it growled loud and low. Luca held his hand out to stop his teacher, then walked up to meet the strangely intelligent beast. "Don't expect me to save you if he cops an attitude." Danforth called. Luca smiled back and returned with, "He won't; he was speaking to me a moment ago." After conversing with the tiger, he learned it had no name. "I think Kyanite would suit you best." Luca declared after thinking a moment. The big cat tilted his head and asked, "Why that?" "You remind me of it." The tiger chuffed at Luca and smiled the way cats smile after a quick nod. "Kyanite I am, then." After reluctantly having his new friend wait in the wood, Luca went through the gate and into the city. "What in the name of Cyric were you thinking?!" Danforth hissed while they marched through the streets. Luca sighed through his nose and answered, "Good Veteran, wasn't that exactly how Stormwind chose you? And Cerin chose me?" "Whatever! If she did get nasty with you at first, you still could've handled yourself and the bird can't carry anything bigger than a rabbit. The only cat I've ever seen that can take down an ogre is a Dire Tiger and you never want to press your luck with a wild one. There's something very strange with that cat." "And, he looked at me just like Cerin did; he admired me for some reason." The wolf made an uncertain sound and looked up at her friend. Luca smiled lightly at her and reassured her. "Don't you worry, though; we've been through too much for me to forget about you. I'm also a little apprehensive about Kyanite." They reached the temple in short order and were warmly but grimly welcomed by the Helmites. "Luca, Danforth; be welcome as always in spite of our mourning." The bald, slightly round man was only as tall as Luca and looked him right in the eye. "The black owl dropped a feather on your doorstep; brother Cahess wants to see you alone." Luca felt his chest grow tight and nodded. "Come, Cerin." The cleric looked back and stopped them. "Dear brother, you know the rules; she is not allowed inside the father's chambers." The wolf glared at him as sorrow forced anger into Luca's eyes, tinging them with wisps of garnet. "Cerin follows wherever I tread. If she isn't allowed, neither am I." he snapped. "Artuehr, let 'em go; he has enough trouble without you putting more on his mind." The priest composed himself and nodded to Danforth. "Very well; follow me." Luca calmed himself with a worried sigh and the red that crept into his eyes faded. At that, the Silver Drow and his companion followed brother Artuehr to meet with Father Corbret.
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Luca wasted no time gathering his cohorts and raced with them to the caves. The team shot through the wood nearly unnoticed while picking off some defenders with expertly-aimed arrows. Once they reached the cave, Luca halted them all and handed out some of the sun bombs that Zuma made. "Use them only if you have to; we need as many as we can save for the Valsharess." The team nodded and Luca looked to Cerin. "Don't leave my side unless I send you, okay?" he asked. The wolf nodded, and the group started into the cave with swords drawn.
The army grew restless as time marched by. The rattling of armors filled the air with murmurs sighing out every so often. Lord Brantor grumbled and paced in agitation. "Hells! Why don't we just rush them now? Nothing's being accomplished by just sittin' 'ere," he rumbled. Kyanite was busy in meditation, keeping touch with the other cats who had come. A few moments went by before he came back and approached King Battlehammer. "Your majesty, the friends I've gathered have agreed to go with me on a hunt; do you think it safe enough to go gather food for these masses?" King Bruenor shook himself from a trance of thought and considered what the tiger asked. The dwarf king gave a small, sharp nod and answered, "Ye can, Kyanite. We can handle things if anything starts happening, but be quick about it and take some rangers with ye to forage fer other things." The tiger bowed and set toward building his hunting party. Danforth saw it and motioned Zuma to follow, along with Keone. -
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Zuma followed Danforth with unerring precision and grace, being as quiet and deadly as a tiger, but smarter and more sentient.
(Outside of the caves)
John the Great teleported outside of the dwarven caves and walked towards The Dwarven King with a white flag in one hand and nothing in the other. "Hello my leige, I am John the Great, Opposite of Michael and Warlord God of Good. 1000 years of searching, I have found that this is the place where my Evil Brother has been residing." -
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"So now I have come to help this world as best I can, do you need any assistance?" John waited for the King's answer and gave him a swift salute.
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Solara nodded to him while the dwarf lords stared in shock. "Your aid is needed and immensely appreciated, Great One. Be welcome in our ranks," the dragon rumbled. Lord Brantor slowly turned to her and asked, "Ye sure ye ain't been glamored? Ne'er trust anyone wavin' a white flag, I say." Solara vented a sigh through her nostrils and bent her head to the dwarf's level. "My lord, I share your distrust of a surrender; I've encountered my share of impostors and been burned by plenty of them. But, to claim that I became ensnared in a spell of veiling is foolish, preposterous, borderline malicious, and I daresay, insolent. My eyes have been trained well and hardened by experience in the art of piercing veils. If there were anything of the sort, I'd have suggested an attack because of my history with them. Bear in mind that I willingly subjected myself to yours and King Bruenor's authority, but my power outranks both of yours combined. With all due respect, milord, never question my abilities again," she whispered as a deadly growl. Lord Brantor went white and nodded to the dragon before backing away easily. King Bruenor shook himself free of the wisp of terror that swept onto him during Solara's tirade and motioned Aribeth to follow him. They marched up to the new arrival proudly and bowed to him. "Anyone against this horde of darkness is a friend o' ours. I am King Battlehammer and beside me is Lady Aribeth de Tylmarande; on behalf of Mithral Hall and the Paladins of Tyr, we welcome ye to the ranks of this army of light," the dwarf announced. Aribeth also opined, "As one who has been on both the side of good and that of evil - most regretfully - I extend the hand of Tyr and the once proud city of Neverwinter in peace and friendship." "As far as how you might help, anything yer able to do we certainly won't turn away."
The caves were no problem for the Silver Drow, who crept through the depths of the cavern like ghosts. Eventually, they reached the ferry on one bank of a black river. "Who approaches the boat of the Spider Queen?" wheezed out a voice from the blackness. Silmawen nodded to Luca as she strode ahead to speak to the ferryman. "We seek an audience with the Valsharess. Our business is strictly with her, to be shared with no one else." she hissed confidently. The ferryman glared her over, looking at her armor and her weapons before looking into her eyes as though through her. "House Gend is dead, and your weapons betray you. Your desire is to unmake her plans." he glowered and rasped. Luca then took Cerin forward, cutting in front of Silmawen and causing the ferryman to hiss and recoil. "I pray you know who I am." the ranger demanded through a gentle but ironclad will. The ferryman cowered before him and answered, "Be still, O Hand of Helm! None shall be harmed!" in a raspy hiss that sounded like a shriek. Luca carefully knelt down to him and reached for his hand. The ferryman nervously accepted and stood with Luca's gentle but insistent lead. "No harm shall befall you, so long as you do as I ask." The ferryman bowed his head low and answered, "Name your price and it shall be paid, merciful cleric!" Luca reached an arrowhead to the ferryman's chin and lifted slightly, prompting him to look up. …Right into the ranger's icy stare that sent the boatman into a mild convulsion. "You will grant my compatriots and I safe passage to and from our appointed meeting with the Valsharess." the dark elf demanded coolly. -
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John the Great shook hands with the paladin and the King, and then terned towards his dark brother's army. His eyes glowed with a golden light that pierced the darkness of Michael's heart and found that he will unlease his army in a few seconds! "My lord, I respectfully ask that you immediately form up battle formations, because my Dark Brother's Horde will attack soon!"
Michael was bored, his army was fully armed, armored, and trained. He used his elite battle tactics to work and sent 5 legions to flank the enemy on their left and right flanks, sents several giant worms underground to crumble the center of the opposing army, mustered his dragons and their riders to cause similar chaos from above, then he ordered the rest of his great army to attack the front, enveloping the dwarves and their allies in one massive pincer movement that no on has ever devised in the history of this world, or any world for that matter. "Go my allies, kill them all and bring me the heads of their leaders, i will kill my Brother myself. By the way, I want you to bring the Zeltorian and his Silver drow friend back to me alive, bring them back harmed or in bad condition, I will personally see to your demise." Therefore 2 small groups of 5 Zhents were sent to find the zeltorian and his friend Luca Bittrell. While the rest of the army started the attack on the Dwarven Defenders. -
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John asked Koran Gar, "Are any other Mecha-Dragons in this fight?" Koran Gar answered, Ragnakor is with the Silver Drow Luca, and I'm damned sure that my sister Nemesis Long is somewhere within the Drow city, she openly sided with your Dark brother 500 years ago, and I heard that she was scouting this world for him 5 years ago, for all we know, she could be making a trap for Luca right about now, but not likely." John replied, "Why's that?" Koran Gar faced the approaching horde and sighed, "You know how she is, it's in her nature to play cat and mouse with her prey."
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Koran Gar saw the aproaching Horde and lifted his sword into the air, and Yelled out the Spell of Summoning, "Ack'mel Keliros Gel'kor!" And in a flash of silver light the Armies of Zalrok arrived. Flying Angel battalions, human war machines, and demon battle diggers joined the ranks of the Dwarven Defenders. Koran Gar looked at them and said, "Welcome my noble brothers and sisters, this is the time that we go and fight Michael once and for all, and wipe all evil from this and every world. All of you, ten thousand strong will help the People of the Realms destroy the Darkness of Michael's Corruption. But without the sword of evil's bane we willl only be able to destroy his army, and not Michael himself. So go out there and kill those buggers!"
Michael saw the soldiers of Zalrok and summoned his reinforcements, the Dark Angels of Zalrok. They came in a flash of dark malicious light, wearing battle armor and wielding Chaos weapons, their wings where the color of night and glowed with an evil glow, the eyes where blood red, with a dark sentience. Humanoid they stood on two feet and stood almost as tall as their Dark Creator, Michael himself. Half angel half demon, these malicious and cunning beings would happily tear the Zalrokian races to pieces after their losses at the first and second Dark Angel Wars. The evil races of Faerun glanced at the Dark Angels with awe. Michael gave the order to fire and the ogre, troll and giant archers fired their javelin sized arrows, blocking out the sun and making it rain death. the battle for Faerun began. -
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Meanwhile In the Under Dark
Nemesis Long patrolled The City of Spiders with a bored expression, she had heard that her Master was finally within the Realms and attacking his loathsome Brother, but he had ordered her to be here and report to him if the Silver Drow and his Zeltorian friend came by. She was welcome to be here because of the alliance between her Master and The Spider Queen Lolth. Nemesis long was ten foot- two inches tall, with a humanoid body with dragon claws, tiger feet and snake head. She wore an enchanted dress with the ability to mask her scent and make her invisible to Drow infrared vision. Underneath it was mithral chainmail and leather clothes, with runes on them that accented her feminine body and made her even deadlier to male targets. Silver hair with red highlights ran down her serpintine head, going up to her shoulders. Poison tipped daggers were hidded under the dress. She saw Luca's exchange with the ferryman and gave a small chuckle, then she went and slowly walked into a hidden passage and entered into House Baenre. She waved towards all the Matron's attendants and entered the Valsharess' Meeting Chamber, sneaked into a corner and waited for the Silver Drow and his little friends to come into her trap. "About time they got here." She whispered to herself as she waited for the party to begin. -
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