Lord Zee

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Alright, I'll be writing a post sometime late tomorrow.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

@Sofaking Fancy From my understanding you are going to split the gauntlets. So you can both stumble across the pair or there could be a mix up and the gauntlets got placed on opposite tables separately. Or you could always collab a post.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

@Sofaking Fancy@Rithy@Sola

How's it coming guys? Haven't heard from you in awhile.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

How's everybody coming? It's been quiet here.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

@Sola Yes, there is also the goblet.

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Mason

_{Location: Home
Interacting with: The Dead and Dying}

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Bridget had gotten home earlier then she usually did, and it hadn't occurred to her that it was closer to lunch then it was to dinner when she got home with pizza. Mason was still sitting on the couch, only getting up once to go to the bathroom in the two hours that his sister had been home. She was busy in the kitchen at first, then she moved up to her room. Only briefly stopping in to tell Mason that the pizza could be eaten at anytime and they would probably make something else if they were hungry later. Then she was gone, and Mason was left in silence like usual. Jamie wouldn't be home for another two hours at least, and who knew was Bridget was now doing.

It was after four when Mason looked at his phone, four-seventeen to be exact. He found his stomach growling, so he got up and went into the kitchen. It was a modern one, nothing fancy but they had all the appliances and space three orphans could want. Mason paused at the thought of being an orphan. He did miss his parents but they were... distant now. How sad was that?

"I'd say it's pretty fucking sad Mace."

Mason spun around, Henry had decided to join him again. This time his brother was leaning up against the counter, eating a slice of pizza. Mason twitched again, what was going on with him?

"I've gone crazy haven't I? This... This is wrong."

His brother chewed at his pizza, staring at him with an uncaring face. He swallowed then spoke, "Damn this is some good pizza."

Mason stared at Henry, watching his brother eat the pizza and it looked so real. But he knew it wasn't. It couldn't be real. He was dead, gone! Just like his parents! Just then his phone buzzed, someone texted him. He slowly brought it out of his pocket and looked at the unknown number. The text was an invite to a party? A celebration of life? What find of sick joke was that? They must have the wrong number. He began to type, but Henry's voice cut in and he stopped to look at him.

"A party huh? You should go, ya'know. Get off your lazy ass and do something with your life. Maybe even meet a girl? Oh that's right, you don't talk to girls. Do ya Mace? Nah, who am I kidding, you won't go." Henry smiled after that. Mace just tightened his grip on his phone, knuckles turning white. He could feel his anger rising, could feel his face twisting into a scowl. Could feel himself slipping, loosing control. He took a deep breath and relaxed his muscles, loosening his grip. Henry frowned.

"Fuck off Henry." Mace said unapologetically. "I'll go. Just to prove you wrong."

Henry simply smirked. The front door opened and Mason blinked, startled at the noise. Jamie proclaimed she was home but Henry was, of course, gone.

Mason looked at his the text he had written, and deleted it, putting his phone back into his pants. He then went and opened the pizza, which was untouched and took a slice. He ate it nimbly, thinking about what his dead brother had said. Did he really want to go? No of course not, but it might be good to show Jamie and Bridget he wasn't a complete couch potato. And of course, he wanted to prove Henry wrong. No matter how morbid it was.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

@DinoNuts Looks good, have to ask though, who plays the God?

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

@Stitches All seems good. If other people would also like to add future abilities to their artifacts, go ahead. Just know that I will need to check them out to see.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

@DinoNuts Accepted, welcome.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Promises

The Emperor first addressed Neil, "And may the Sun light your path." The Emperor gave his own prayer for Neil in the faith of Solus. "Serenity, it would be a worthy gift would it not? I shall say this, if you survive and return to me with it, then it shall be your churches. But you must guarantee it not be used in violence, or used against those who do not believe in your faith. If that is ever broken, I will take it back."

The Emperor then turned to the tall Fae Zina. "My dear, I wish I knew what it looked like. I wish I could tell you all that what you are going up against his something known, but I would be lying. It is unknown to me." The Emperor paused, sighed, then spoke again, "But there are rumors. Ten years ago near the Ebony Mountain, a strange creature was reported to be attacking livestock, leaving behind... growths on the corpses. Could this be something related to the Scorned? I do not know. But if I were to guess, it won't require the mountain to topple. At least I hope not."

The Emperor was then about to speak again, but the doors opened once more and announced was an Orc, but not the one who he had thought. As she approached him, Darsun saw that she looked more than capable for this mission. Plus, he had wanted all races in attendance for such a mission. He spoke to her softly, "You have my condolences, I am sure Garthan was a great warrior. A great friend, Orc's usually are after all. You may take his place, Adra Son Sauhl. We would be lucky to have you."

Then the other Fae spoke, asking for something that he knew would have to be brought to light one day. What better day then now?

"The Fae hold a dear place in my heart for all the sacrifices that been made so far, that have to keep being made. I know your people shy away from violence and repression. I agree with you, Mynx. Slavery must end, and if not in my lifetime, then my... Granddaughter's life time." The Emperor paused for a moment, looking distant again. He came back with renewed confidence, "Yes, I shall honor your request, as soon as you are victorious, and war is gone from the lands."

Finally, the Elvkiin spoke and asked of the artifacts, and to that Emperor Darsun had answers. "I think it is about time for you all to know, and to see, the Artifacts of my Ancestor, Dramoria the Gol-" The Emperor was cut off by shouting in the distance, followed by silence then the doors opening. The old woman was a known site to him, the decade since they had last spoken had not been kind to either of them it seemed. He had not wanted Sue to go, but her experience was invaluable.

Darsun held up his hands, and the guards, even Templar Jasek, backed down. Sue was no threat to him. He knew this confrontation would've happened eventually, it was a fool’s hope for it to happen quietly however.

"Susan..." The Emperor spoke quietly before looking at all the people he gathered here. Some of them were so young, but if no one went then they would all die. If no one tried, then he was a failure. He would have gone with them, but his health had taken a foul turn of late and he was tired, so tired. These people, he barely knew them, but they were hope.

Darsun looked back at Sue but spoke aloud for all to hear, "It isn't a good idea, it's all we have left. My army is failing because it is conventional, but I need the unconventional to win. I have told them the risks, and not one has left. I have told them that they might die, and still, not one has left. They need guidance, and experience and you are the only one left now who can give them what they need. I am sorry it has to be this way Susan."

The Emperor then stood up and clapped his hands. "Besides, you all will not be powerless. I present to you now, the artifacts."

And through a side door, servants began to bring in long tables, and items covered in fine silk, and clothes. Each varied in size, some were small, and some looked like weapons. The servants quickly set up the tables at the base of the throne, and then placed each covered artifact on them. Then they began to remove the fine silks and covering, revealing a range of items. Some looked quite plain, and others looked exotic. All in all, there were six tables covered in an assortment of powerful items, before each item was a small card. Anyone with a magical sense could feel them and there was also an increased presence of guards standing watch.

As the Emperor began to walk down towards the artifacts, so too did Val. "Most know nothing of these," The Emperor began, "Lost to time and memories of a by gone era. These are my inheritance, passed down from Emperor to Emperor and guarded secretly. As I spoke earlier, these items you see before you are powerful relics of a time when Dramoria United his Empire. Though I would like to think we know everything about these items, they have seen so much misuse that we have forgotten much. I have had my servants each place a card before an item, stating what we believe they can do and any history that we know of. Feel free to take your time, I have read these artifacts can bond with a wielder, or wearer, especially if they are compatible." he then motioned for them to start.

The Emperor then turned to Val and spoke, "I have one just in mind for you. The Sword of Sanctity, here." They walked over to it and Darsun pointed at the elegant sword. "I dare not touch it, but you just might be worthy."

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If Val had heard Kean bark a laugh at his leadership, he pay no attention. Rather, he stood silently like always next to his Emperor, hearing him address these newcomer's and their concerns. He listened and watched them secretly from behind his helmet. These were people he would have to count on, but he wouldn't trust. Not yet anyways. After all, these people were only really tools. Useful tools he hoped.

As soon as this Sue person came barging into the room, Val had instinctively gone for his sword and moved in front of the Emperor. But when Darsun raised his hand, Jasek went back to his side and resumed his vigilant stance. This woman, she seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't fathom why the Emperor had sent for her. Her words did strike some curiosity in him however, but with like all things, he would trust in the Emperor's word.

The next thing he knew was the artifacts streaming in, but he instead watched the assembled group closely. Wouldn't want any of them to get an idea, but he noticed nothing before the Emperor began to move. He walked slightly behind him as they approached the tables. After the Emperor spoke, he turned to Val and spoke of the Sun sword.

Sanctity.

The very same sword Dramoria had wielded, the first Emperor. He looked at it with excitement but was hesitant to take such a weapon. Why didn't Emperor Darsun claim it for his own? Well it would have to wait for now, if he didn't take it, he might upset the Emperor. As soon as Val touched the hilt, he felt its heat. He raised the sword and let it reflect on the sun light streaming into the chamber. It was a beautiful sword, and it felt powerful.

For the first time since everyone had gathered he spoke, "This will do perfectly, thank you my Emperor." His voice rang with clarity and was as smooth as the very silk that once covered the artifacts. As Val looked at the sword, he knew his responsibility would be great. The whole of the Empire rested upon his shoulders now.

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