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10/2/2009 12:40:53 PM
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BlameTheRogue
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Mythan Darkstaff, Mythan Shadowstaff, Mythan the Shadowmage... He has been called many things, though in truth, he preferred to simply be called Mythan...his friends called him Myth. He also preferred not to be in the forefront, but, trouble always seemed to have a way of finding him. It seems everyone in the realms had now heard of his exploits. Every time he now entered Trinity, there were the looks and the whispers. He never wanted to be famous...perhaps infamous? The walker of shadows, the master of death magic. Some master, he thought, as he struggled over the newly acquired tome. I can't even read this, he errantly said aloud, and looked around the pub to make sure no one had heard him. He really needed to get about acquiring that tower for more privacy... More careful now, he thought to himself, I have no idea what language this is. Self-taught mage. Aye. He never had the luxury of being anyone's apprentice. This had it's advantages, but it also had it's disadvantages. He learned most of his spells from reading old tomes, and watching other mages. A few more he actually learned by sharing ideas with the few mages he had befriended. Wizards that apprenticed themselves to master mages, the luckier even, to archmages, were sure to learn a score of languages before they could even cast a 7th circle spell. Mythan, on the other hand, could cast 9th circle spells before he had learned his 3rd language. He had learned a few more since then, but not this one. It was definitely an ancient language, but what one, he did not know. He sighed to himself. He knew of a few that may be able to assist him, but he so hated asking for help, and with some, one in particular, it came with a price... He sighed again, and took a long drink of his ale, deep in thought...
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10/2/2009 2:06:17 PM
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BlameTheRogue
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He then closed the tome, and tucked it into his bag. He flipped coins onto the table for payment and tip, as he rose to leave. That was when there was a flash of bright light about him, and he was no longer in the pub. He now stood in some sort of spell chamber, facing a masked wizard, five paces in front of him. The mage wore black robes, with crimson trim. A red mask hid his face, and bore horns. The devilish wizard raised a glowing scepter and shouted, "Give me the tome, and I will kill you quickly!!". Mythan hastily tapped his staff once upon the ground, saying a single word too low to hear. Shadows emerged from his staff, and quickly swam across it's surface. That's when Mythan winked at the insane wizard and stepped into the shadows. Why me? Mythan thought. Yes, he could definitely use that tower. Warded to prevent crazed mages from porting you to gods knows where, with your death in their eyes. Mythan HATED spell battles, especially when caught unaware. A mage himself, he knew the destruction the arcane could render, and he never liked being on the receiving end of that kind of hurt. He stood in the shadows, looking over his opponent. He could almost see the power ebbing off of him. Wonderful, an archmage, he thought. Not a very good negotiator though. "Give me the tome, and I will let you live.", would have been more diplomatic. "Give me the tome, and I will kill you quickly.". No thanks, he thought, I'm not dying here today. He would, however, test his luck momentarily before making his exit. Just two spells he would try, though he would have to be quick. Mythan backed away to give himself a bit more time to cast the first spell. He casted Etherealness, and became visible for just a moment, before fading from view. He quickly moved ten paces in another direction, as the mage rushed to come within striking distance of where Mythan had just stood. The masked wizard then casted Mordenkainen's Dysjunction, but the spell found no one in proximity to dispell. Mythan then crept up right behind the mage, and casted his favorite spell, Vampiric Feast. Ruby energies filled the air, making every hair on Mythan's body, stand on end. The energies centered on the crazed mage, and drained....just "half" his life force away. Mythan sighed in etherealness, though it made not a sound. He quickly made his way for the window, as he figured the other wizard would assume him to go for the door. Well, he thought, that's it for me. I'm done. Time to go. He looked back over his shoulder, to see the mage start throwing evocation spells about the room, in the direction of the door, in an attempt to catch the skulking Mythan with their elemental power. Temper temper, Mythan thought with a smirk, as he danced into the shadow of the window sil, and out into the shadows of the night. As he traversed the shadows, he wondered to himself, how much the dwarf would yell at him for getting himself into trouble again. He may even have to embelish the story a bit, to aggrivate her further. His smirk grew even larger.
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10/15/2009 10:05:54 AM
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BlameTheRogue
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Mythan knew she'd be angry. He even embelished the story to aggrivate her further. Aida stood with her arms crossed, glaring up at Mythan. Mythan feigned an innocent look.
Mythan, "What? I was minding my own business, having an ale, looking at my tome. He teleported ME. How is this MY fault?".
Aida, "Damn fool mage!! How can I protect ye, if ye go runnin off and havin a mage battle wit some other damn fool mage!?!".
Mythan, "Did you miss the part where I told you that HE teleported ME?".
Aida's brow furrows even more...if that's even possible...and she yells at Mythan, "Cuz he wanted yer damn BOOK!!".
Mythan, "Tome..."
The vein in Aida's temple begins to pulse.
Aida, "Ye knew when ye got dat damn BOOK dat it would be trouble!! It's my duty to protect ye, and ye don't make it easy!!".
Mythan smirks...
Aida's face turns bright red, and she turns and storms off, waving her hands in the air, yelling a string of curses in dwarven...something about "damn fool mages"...
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10/22/2009 8:54:23 AM
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BlameTheRogue
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And so it was, that Mythan had to do that which he hated most. Ask for help. Yet the two mages he had actually come to trust. The two mages he had actually befriended. The two mages whose advice he had actually taken, on occasion, were nowhere to be found. It was likely they were currently on some kind of adventure, so he pushed aside the concern that they may have run afoul the same crazed mage that had been plaguing him. Besides...with their knowledge of the arcane, they were more than capable of defending themselves. She was brilliant...though he'd never tell her that to her face. Her ego did not need encouragement. And the other, well, he carried a rather nasty spear. Two other mages came to mind. One, he would never go to, as he had no doubt, that the ancient caster would ask for Mythan's soul in return. That left one option. Arcanon. He wasn't just a shopkeeper. He was a brilliant mage in his own right, and very well-read. So Mythan swallowed his pride, and headed to Trinity Arcane Supplies & Tailor. He went alone. Aida needed time to cool off anyway. That is, if it were even possible for a dwarf to cool off. Perhaps if she fell off the dock... No, then she would just be angry "and" wet...
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11/10/2009 9:31:13 AM
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BlameTheRogue
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"Netherese", says Arcanon.
In a way, this actually made Mythan feel better. Netherese was an ancient language, and as far as he knew, there were many mages that could not read this language.
Mythan, "Can you translate it? What is the title?".
Arcanon, "Of course. It is entitled, "The Nineth Circle".
Could it be? Had Mythan actually acquired a spellbook containing Netherese 9th circle spells? No wonder this crazed mage wanted it so badly.
Mythan, "Can you teach me to read Netherese?".
Arcanon quirks a brow, "When did you become a scholar Mythan?".
Mythan smiles, "When I acquired a Netherese tome.".
Arcanon, "It won't be easy. It will make Elven, Dwarven, and Draconic seem like child's play.".
Mythan smirks slightly, "Good thing I can already read, write, and speak Elven, Dwarven, and Draconic then eh?".
Arcanon furrows his brow slightly.
Mythan's look becomes uncharacteristically serious, "I'm willing to put in the time. This is important.".
Arcanon actually looks pleased, "Yes. I will teach you. In exchange, you will allow me to study this tome as well.".
Mythan contemplates momentarily, then nods in agreement, "It's a deal.".
Arcanon, "Always remember this Mythan. Magic can be many things. It can be light, it can be darkness. It can be life, or destruction and death... I must warn you. Netherese magic is dangerous. Have you heard the history of Netheril?".
Mythan, "Only bits and pieces.".
Arcanon smiles, "Well then, we will start with a history lesson...".
edited by BlameTheRogue on 11/13/2009
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12/23/2009 11:16:14 AM
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BlameTheRogue
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"Man, this guy just doesn't quit.", Mythan thinks to himself as he runs through the woods, trying to find a safe place to prepare more spells. The whole while, hearing the crazed mage's voice in his head.
"Soon, you will be my prisoner, and the tome will be mine."
Mythan, "Show yourself coward!!"
Mage, "Now where's the fun in that?"
Mythan, "You would never have me at a disadvantage, if you hadn't unleashed that...'thing' into the shadow realm."
Mage, "Couldn't have you pulling your little shadowdancer trick again, now could I?"
Mythan wondered just when it would be safe to traverse the shadows again, but for now, he was just trying to survive in the real world.
After much searching, Mythan finally finds a quiet place, and concentrates quickly...calmly, trying to prepare spells for the coming battle. Just as he kneels to rest, a swarm of zombies appears from the brush, surrounding him.
Mage, "My slaves have you now."
"Tymora, you don't make it easy do you? I was just on a trip to visit that dancer in Cormyr. But nooo.. So much for a little rest and relaxation. She's a real looker too. *sighs* The dwarf is not going to be happy with me.", Mythan thinks aloud as he slowly stands.
Mythan, "Ok, who's first?"
The mob quickly overtakes him. Undead hands, everywhere, grabbing, pulling, tugging... One zombie manages to pull off Mythan's headband, which quickly disappears into the crowd.
Mythan, "That's it!! Enough!!!"
He fights off the zombies nearest him, giving him just enough room to plunge his staff into the ground. After a few hasty encantations, he says, "Here goes nothing." Then he disappears into the shadows.
In the real world, his staff glows brightly, vibrating. The zombies nearest the staff, tilt their heads in confusion. Then the staff explodes in a brilliant flash of light, engulfing a 100yd radius, turning every last zombie, and every last tree, to dust.
In the shadow realm, Mythan looks around quickly, hoping the beast is not nearby. His heart races.
Mythan, "I hope this was a good idea."
He waits for a good few minutes, but it seems like an eternity. Then came the growling. He turns just in time to see the beast swing wildy, and ducks just before it takes his head off.
Mythan, "That's my que."
With that, he drops out of the shadow realm. He now stands in the middle of the huge crater he just created.
Mythan, "Damn it. I liked that staff...and the headband too. Now I have to replace them. And I still can't believe that bastich found me by scrying."
He shakes his head, and kneels to rest, memorizing his spells, glad to have the crazed mage's voice absent from his mind. After a quick casting of etherealness, he decides to head back to Trinity.
edited by BlameTheRogue on 12/23/2009
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