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(Fiction) Warriors of Destiny

Discussion in 'UO Legends' started by Maplestone, Aug 30, 2009.

  1. Maplestone

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    { after years of buildup, from the day Inu first start to ramble, through mysteries, thieves, Ophidian wars and the rise of the Shadowlords themselves, the arc of the Warriors of Destiny has been casting its shadow across our land; it would appear perhaps that with uncovering of the Great Stygian Abyss almost upon us, this long arc is finally nearing its conclusion }

    The crystalline rim at the summit of the wooden watchtower tower rose glittered amongst the snow-covered peaks in the quiet mountains of Malas. The old steps rising over the earthen rampart were still carefully lined with roses, but wild gardens and twisted trunks of cyprus trees now rose from what had once been training grounds for Sergonar's students. Built at the height of the ophidian war, the tower was now run down with only the barest maintenance. But within its arches, a teleporter still granted those who knew its password access to the earthen fort's old forges and armory.

    Within the earthy chamber below now gathered the Myth and Peace Lords. Landless save for a few small homesteads, they were honorary lords in title, but not true nobility of kingdom. As society they were loyal to a fault to the throne they served. But now they gathered in the gravest of many worried meeting of the overs, the first time they had all assembled in one place since the last of their number achieved their title.

    There were no longer bowed heads here, for each former apprentices was now a lord of their own fate. Each member had earned their own titles, their own place of honor for deeds great and small defying the growing power of the shadowlords. Lord Dill Sergonar, one of the six who carried their mentor's name had only recently returned from facing the merciless rampage of ronin threating Zento after overrunning the monestary where his mentor had trained. Lord Amber Salthook, mixing the carpentry skills of the old craftsman who had trained him and the music of Maplestone, had just finished arming an orchestra worth of bards to counter the hate of the Shadowlords and do his small part to restore the peaceful reputation of his elven race trainted by Casca's ruthless rule. Lord Voidwalker entered last dressed in deepest black. Strong willed and as fiercely good as a paladin in his heart, he carefully and cautiously walked the darkest paths of necromancy to help bring the truth to light.

    Four and twenty strong, they gathered, but in the end, it feel upon the high council to speak.

    Lord Sergonar was the first to step forward into the circle amongst the six members of the high council. Looking old and gray and past his prime beside younger, stronger students, he wore a low-order's paladin's tunic in honor of fallen defenders he had stood watch with in Trinsic when the shadowlords had struck. "I was not born in these lands", he announced in often-spoken words with practiced, almost ritual intonation. "But I have sworn my loyalty to the throne and to the ideals it serves. By blood and tyranny, we now see proven what many have long suspected: that the throne and the ideals are in conflict." With this solemn surrender of his long-held defense of King Casca, he bowed his head and returned to his place in the circle.

    Lord Salthook stepped forward next, bearded, with a blacksmith's shoulders and a tailor's hands. Having tutored every craftsman amongst their number and still spent his days tinkering away in the back of his hall of forges and studying ancient arms and armor. He held a sword before him. "The weapons of the royal guard are no different than the weapons of the generals of the shadowlords", he announced. No debate of this fact was needed.

    Lord Woodwalker now stepped forward, a wizard who wore his age more lightly, stepped slowly and deliberately forward before his friends and former apprentices. "The document recovered from the woodland taxation does indeed bear the seal of the shadowlords. There is no doubt that our King is in correspondence with our darkest enemies and that his virtueless decrees are influenced, if not written, by their will."

    Lord Maplestone now took his turn, still fresh from skirmishing the unholy forces that lay siege against Luna. "Before our arrival in these lands, there was caretaker of the throne named Dawn who had retired to a life of humility before this crisis. Having now witnessed her valor and her compassion, I now understand the reverence with which her name has long been spoken. Shadows of the shadowlords themselves fought alongside Casca in a failed attempt to break her will. In her light, Casca's darkness is laid plain before us."

    Lord Tempest came next, an ageless-looking elf of the high council who faded from sight every time he crossed a shadow. But now he moved clearly into the circle and addressed the men and elves assembled. "There is no place for pride. We were on the wrong side of this. From a fearless mouse to a samurai city, there has already been wide resistance to Casca. We did not join them. We were wrong. We will join them now."

    Lord Eternos was the last of the high council to speak, an elf who long walked amongst both birds and dragons. "The crimson dragons called out of unknown realms against us have brought out their own powerful enemies to our side. The platinum dragons are creatures of such exceptional power and grace that their aid radically rebalances the sides and presents us with an opporutunity to take the initiative instead of waiting for our enemies' next move. There are many groups large and small that now rally to Dawn's side, groups large and small, allies, rivals, even old enemies willing to turn upon each other. We must not give the shadowlords time to frighten us, confuse us or divide us. This grand alliance must make its move and force an ending to these shadows once and for all."
     
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    You've really outdone yourself this time. Brilliantly written.
     
  3. Maplestone

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    Very nicely written. A little birdie told me you wrote these from time to time. I'd been away from game a number of years, and just recently returned, but had to go back and find the other stories since this one was so well done. :thumbup1:
     
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    We need a Maplestone thread to keep the stories all together =)
     
  6. DevilsOwn

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    The loyalties shown to the Crown were admirable even tho the self-proclaimed king was shown to be a sham. The Myth and Peace Lords did not sway in their defense of the Kingdom of Britannia and such staunch allies will be a welcome addition to the battles that lie ahead.
     
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    :bowdown::thumbup::ten:
     
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    Though we knew you were misguided, I could not help but admire your loyalty to the crown.

    We welcome your guilds assistance in the resistance, to oust Casca and place upon the thrown a King (or Queen) who is honest and worthy of your loyalty. I fear the worst is still to come, the lands are still darkened by Shadows and whispers of evil doings.

    We do need a Maplestone thread, somewhere to keep all the stories together because they are always brilliant and entertaining, and help explain and fill in the missing gaps the developers leave. They often give a different point of view, such as the Casca story, that really makes you think. Somewhere stickied on top so we can always find it. :)
     
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    The din of chaos and combat resonated down the long halls. The sanctuary of shadows was so saturated in hate and cowardice and lies that the army was tearing itself apart with screams of rage and fear and greed. Manifestations of the shadowlords appeared and set upon the assembled mortals. At first seeming no more than a ninja's tricks expanded to epic proportions, they proved no illusion but possessed the will and strength of their masters.

    The Dawn and the vanguard of the assault far from view, Lord Maplestone picked himself up off the ground, struggling against the pounding assault against his body and mind. A shadowed manifestation stood at the center of a throng of healers and wounded, systematically tearing apart the rear-guard. All attacks against it simply bounced off, an ethereal shield protecting it from hard but not hindering it's ability to squish attackers one by one.

    Lord Maplestone reached into his pocket and drew forth a small piece of quivering blackrock. The sounds fell away and his mind filled with Inu warnings, memories of destruction, torn holes in the astral plane, the ruins of New Haven and finally the long ago words of a blue wisp in the depths of Ilshenar which had whispered the words of spell it considered trivial, a spell he had thought he would never, ever use.


    Urging his brave ostard on through the smoke one more time, Maplestone arrived before the manifestation. Dispatching another victim it turned and observed this new few with a disdain growing quickly into concern as if sensing its coming fate. With a yell of pain, Maplestone pushed his hand through the dark shield and dropped the blackrock to float momentarily in the air. Pulling his hand back, he shouted the incantation.

    "Vas Kal An Mani In Corp Hur Tym"

    For a moment, time seemed to stop. The smoke and shadows parted and for a brief instance, Maplestone saw a face, a human face, within the depths of the shadowlord's form. For a moment, a deep truth filled Maplestone's mind, a vision of the entire world taken from a frozen moment within a gem and sped through history consumed by this copy of a shadowlord and then, upon its ultimate victory, drawn forth from the dead copy to serve its creator.

    A surge of power consumed the blackrock, amplified upon itself and burst forth through space and time, reach back into the defeated shard of a world from which this manifestation had sprung. The spell exploded in a shockwave, raging across seas and continents, obliterating everything, an entire corrupted and consumed copy of the world released from its eternal torment of shadows by the power of armageddon.

    The manifestation stumbled back, the origin of its powers destroyed, its shielding collapsed. As all mortals were flung back from the miniature shockwave of flames that expended out from the shadow's powers were consumed , three dragons charged in and tore the now unprotected manifestation apart.

    Other explosions popped up and down the halls, other shadowlords fell. Countless worlds were destroyed, worlds the shadowlords had created and consumed, only to build up their numbers with copies of themselves, as they themselves has been created in this world by Mondain's original gem. In the end the battle was won and the true shadowlords themselves banished, perhaps forever.

    Dawn congratulated the assorted heroes and villains allied together, but the words rang hollow and empty next to the shock of knowing what had been done to so many worlds to win. The small tasks of settling politics and pirates seemed so petty now. As reunited with the other members of the Myth and Peace Lords to return to their remote villa far away in the mountains, he witnessed great warriors holding crystal shards as trophies and prizes, joking, drinking and celebrating, oblivious that their will projected down through the facets of the broken gem to warp the fate of entire copies of the world and all within.



    And so concludes Mondain's Legacy ...

    ~ The End ~
     
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    That, Maplestone, is a wonderfully written and very appropriate ending.