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Silkelock
 
PostPosted: Sun, Dec 20 2015, 15:56 PM 

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It is the 20th of Nightal and people all over the lands prepare for various celebrations. In the high mountains where the snow and cold holds the land viscious ice storms are spoken of barraging the snow covered peaks.
In the forests worshippers of the Forest Queen and Master of Tracking are busy with their preparations. For their songs will fill the night air as dusk comes, celebrating the fourth feast. Many are the religions who have some connection to the darkest night and while some are perhaps not seen on the isles of Amia or neighbouring lands connected via portal one city in particular is on this day filled with frantic movement on a other wise still plaza of pure darkness.

Shadowscape has for two nights in a row seen mystic occurrences take place in their City. Most notably the word spreading is that a distant star had for a brief moment taken its place on the black void that is its sky. Citizens spread rumours of the Mistress being behind all of this while some argue back that it is nonsense, light was never her thing.
With the event last night where the sound of a rolling pebble escalated into what could be heard as a mine collapsing or a mountain shattering has put the city in a state of alertness.
Guard activity has doubled and visitors are sometimes given a much more thorough inspection before they are allowed entry. Whatever these lights and sounds are, it will not get past the guards!

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PostPosted: Sun, Dec 20 2015, 17:58 PM 

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The Shadowscape Academys Marshal, Rith'tar, stood with the small group in the gray of the Shadow Plane. Most of his attention upon the Grandmaster. They all saw the phenomenon. They all heard it. Although some better than others.

As with any puzzle they observed. Then passed around opinions and guesses. When there was nothing more to see or hear most of the group headed to the Drunken Dancer. After that... it seemed that the Marshal and Grandmaster had leads to follow, leads that were not in Shadowscape.

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PostPosted: Sun, Dec 20 2015, 19:47 PM 

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Perhaps an odd sight among the grim plane, an angelic and winged woman parses through the inky darkness to join the Marshal and the Grandmaster. Soon enough a smaller elf male, a mage in all regards, adds to the small procession who endure the odd phenomenon before some hours later, they disperse.

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PostPosted: Mon, Dec 21 2015, 7:29 AM 

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The following cycle once again found the city of Shadowscape abuzz.

The Grandmaster entered the city and flagged down a scurrying guard whose only answer to her inquiry was to gesture in the direction of the portal to the Prime Material Plane.

She found the portal encircled with pillars of light. Iim'mur'ss could only stand there with the Academy Marshall and watch as events unfolded.

Their ears were assaulted with a rumbling sound. As the sound reached its peak, shadows began to creep out of the ground and float upwards. She held her breath as wave upon wave of shadows moved past and through her, as if they were pouring out from a bottomless well.

Unlike before she could find no purchase within the rising tides, no sense of what they were. Each time awareness began to coalesce her connection was instantly cut off by some other force.

The pillars of light around the portal soon seemed nothing more than faint pinpoints; their brilliance dimmed as the distant star returned to the pitch black sky of the Plane of Shadow.

The light moved closer, its size expanding and appearing as a hole in the very fabric of the Plane. For a few brief moments, what many would have sworn was the moon-come-to-the-Plane of Shadow, hung over the dim cityscape.

Shadows formed small dots within the bright circle, and their numbers continued to grow.

Tendrils spread from the smaller black dots to create a web across the bright circle. Then a sound that should never come from an empty sky... more crackling and rumbling of shearing and moving stone.

The shape in the sky began to fracture along the shadow-tendril-faultlines. The first, small pieces fell away, and the light of those parts was quickly devoured by the shadows of the Plane.

With one final, ear-splitting crack the circle broke into thousands of pieces. What little illumination remained from the shards showed a massive form behind it.

The inhabitants of the city began to move in frantic turmoil. Scraps of conversations about invasions went unheeded by the Grandmaster. As what she was seeing finally took full shape in her mind, Iim'mur'ss gasped lightly.

High above the city of Shadowscape floated an inverted mountaintop. The angle was such that it was impossible to see what sat upon the flat surface above.

But Iim'mur'ss did not have to see it to know what it was...

... A floating city of the High Netherese...

Her next word was barely a breath... Thultanthar.


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PostPosted: Mon, Dec 21 2015, 17:45 PM 

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"... Huh.... Well, then."

Standing atop the manor balcony with a furrowed brow and squinting eyes, Beldor takes a moment. A few moments.

Several moments.

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PostPosted: Mon, Dec 21 2015, 17:52 PM 

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It wasn't the realization that the thing attempting to break into the shadow plane pocket where Shadowscape rested was a city of the Netherese. It was the flying shape that circled the inverted mountain top. A flying shape he recognized, having been up close and much too personal to one of those before.

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PostPosted: Mon, Dec 21 2015, 18:48 PM 



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Deep in the shadow forest, in a secluded pool, a weekly ritual neared its completion. A dark cocoon, woven tightly from the already thick shadows of the murky realm, pulsed gently in solitude. The creature within lie in communion with the icy plane, its own periodic shadow-reverie with the darkness. A ripple was perceived, reverberating through the chorus of whispers that comprised the dark world, and the cocoon's pulsing paused, as though in contemplation. Tendrils of shadow and flickers of muted, eldritch flame danced across the surface of the misty pool as the replenishing meditation ended, and a formless, colorless humanoid silhouette emerged from the cocoon it had woven. It waded out of the impossibly frigid pool, silent as a ghost, and a featureless face turned upward to the sky. After a long moment, the man-shaped shadow seemed to focus, drawing substance from the shadowstuff of the lightless plane. Shadowstuff became pale flesh and gray armor, and the illusion of mortality. Another moment, taken with infinite meticulousness, ensured that the Templar's cloak and cowl were in place, and that his saber was resting loose in its scabbard. He set off for the city once more, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyes hard.


 
      
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PostPosted: Tue, Dec 22 2015, 16:15 PM 

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A new visitor to Shadowscape on the day of the strange occurrence, is a young gnome who seems to have found his way to the dark city through the rift in Brogendenstein. The loud cracking and brief but sudden luminescence of the sky above had the gnome gasping at the sight. Being his first time to the city, he did not know if it was something to be concerned about until he saw the surprise on the faces of the denizens of the city. With this realization of a new danger, he scurried through the streets to look for shelter trying doors until one opened for him. He pushed his small frame through the door and shut it quickly behind himself and glanced about the lobby of the building he had just entered. "Welcome", the registrar of the Three Steps Academy smiled at him with a greeting, as the confused gnome gaped at her as he caught his breath.

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PostPosted: Thu, Dec 24 2015, 2:22 AM 

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During this night of darkness, A black-masked Tiefling can be seen on the roof of the Temple of Mask looking at the coming floating city. While some residents who happen nearby the temple are heard talking in slight panic, the tiefling simply pierces an unemotional stare. In a few moments he scaled down the temple roof and enters the doors to consider what he saw was a good thing for the plane of shadow or a bad one.

While those in the temple notice the Tiefling snort as he muses on this. He retires quietly and has not emerged from his room in the last few days.


 
      
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PostPosted: Sun, Dec 27 2015, 14:58 PM 

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With a tenday passing of the arrival of the massive floating city above Shadowscape the citizens would seem to calm down. Young Captain Merrick has had his schedule full and is often seen patrolling with the guards of the city. Perhaps his presence helps ease the tension rising with an unknown possible threat looming over them.

Whenever the winged creature flies out from the edge of the inverted mountain it causes a commotion with the merchants and people of Shadowscape which leaves the guards with trying to calm everyone down once more. Telling the people that while it is there it has not made a hostile move as of yet. Thought their attempts are for naught when the first villager spots not one, but three of the creatures setting out from the edge. With great speed they fly off over the horizon and soon dissapear out of sight leaving the inhabitants of Shadowscape distraught of what may come of this.

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PostPosted: Sun, Dec 27 2015, 17:22 PM 

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//dirty double post.

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PostPosted: Sun, Dec 27 2015, 17:22 PM 

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Soren finds himself meditating draped in a heavy blue cloak and fresh furs, the chill scent of wintry residence and hard labor waxing around him as he sits with the monolith towering above, quiet thought and controlled manner keeping him fixed upon it for many laconic hours.

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PostPosted: Mon, Dec 28 2015, 18:25 PM 

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A black-clad figure looks up to the floating island from below, tapping his staff with his finger as he thinks.

"Perhaps I should find a way to this island and explore?"

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PostPosted: Sat, Jan 02 2016, 7:13 AM 

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The unremarkable gnome returns to Shadowscape. He tiptoes through the dark streets, glancing often over his shoulder or to the looming city above as if he was expecting an unseen danger to strike him at any moment. He makes his way to the academy and enters cautiously. He registers himself for classes and joins the other students in the next lecture.

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PostPosted: Wed, Jan 06 2016, 10:45 AM 

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Another tenday had passed with no contact being made by the new vertical neighbour of Shadowscape. A relative calm had settled down upon Shadowscape amongts the common folk while the guards kept a watchful eye to the skies above them.
Captain Merrick is still frequently seen talking to the merchants and taking his time to speak with those who would have something to ask. His answers were however brief as it seems none know more than what can be seen. The merchant at Shadowborne spared no kind words about the presence and would take his time to curse at it if someone asked, it is bad for his business as he so mildly put it "they oogle at a rock rather than spending their coin". Though the presence seems to draw more people to the town so despite Shadowborne's complaints business is better.

On such a given day when people had gathered to view what had become known as the miracle of shadows the looming behemoth above them gave away a loud cracking noise. Fear caught the bystanders and screams filled Shadowscape the moment horns blared out from above them. Those who did not run to shelter could see the inverted mountain shift slightly and very slowly begin to float away, like a cloud being carried by the wind.

Amidst the commotion the guards scrambled to Captain Merrik who had just screamed out in surprise as a humanoid form had taken shape beside him. The figure stood with a proud form and dressed in regal robes covering most of his ashen skin it merely handed over a large set of parchments to the captain before vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared.Image

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