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| Topic Started: Fri Jul 30, 2010 8:36 pm (102 Views) | |
| Auron DeBrouchet | Fri Jul 30, 2010 8:36 pm Post #1 |
 
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Damp and dark, full of molding books no longer read. Priceless texts being torn apart to supply nesting material for any rodent passing by the disemboweled books lying on tables, pages scattered to the nonexistent winds. It was anyone's guess, how many visitors came upon this tomb of knowledge, sitting in the ruins of a once great city. Surely memories of it resided in many a mind, but how many found the desire to trek so far to spend their time in a haze of silence and mildew? The reasoning of the paladin party was sound, in their choice of where to imprison Auron DeBrouchet, host to the demon lord Abaddon. The topmost floor of the Library, amongst grimoires in forgotten languages and histories of the varied people of Imythess, was home and cell to the relatively harmless man, shackled in layers of chains, manacles rubbing against wrists and ankles. Though the cuffs were tight and scraped hard, no blood issued forth. The figure was statuesque, in the sense that his flesh was of stone. A dark gray material, smooth as the once-polished tiles of the temple of the blades. Where iron rubbed against him, light scratches stood out, stone dust lying atop the chains. Every aspect of his body consisted of the strange stone, colored a mixture of copper and rust where he had once had scars, creating a mass of lines and webs across his being. The overall effect was reminescent of the mask hiding his face, held in place by no straps or strings, seemingly welded to the flesh it lay upon. The blood red velvet wrapping that wrapped around his mouth beneath the iron and copper of the Mask was faded with time. Chains stirred as the man awoke, stretching his neck slowly. Marble muscles flexed in place, the stone beginning to move like any warm flesh. Straightening his back, he shook. Dust poured from the cloak about his shoulders, revealing the delicate webbing, similar to the shroud of a dead man. Atop the cloak, hovering inches from his chest, was a common iron key, kept aloft by it's enchantments to keep away from the prisoner's flesh, hanging on a leather cord around his neck. |
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| Aether Draka[Adm] | Thu Aug 5, 2010 2:43 am Post #2 |
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Shadows moved aside from AD as she appeared once more in the library. She was here to rescue more books. She was on the upper levels, looking about. She went through book by book carefully and placed the ones that seemed to be of any use in her bag. They would find themselves a new home in her ever growing library at her own house. She Knocked on the locked door barring her path and it unlocked under the spell. She walked out into the hallway and looked both ways. The place was getting slowly worse. She was going to have to do something about this. If Teras continued to decay, there would be nothing left... She was suddenly upset. She felt a tug on her wrist. Her bracelet was calling on her, warning her of something she could not sense. She looked at it. She thought about it for a moment and decided to wait... AD came to another door and tried it. She was surprised to have it open under her hand. As it opened she saw a staircase she had not known about. She started up the steps and found another hallway. She grinned. How much had she missed! She walked up and down the hall on silent feet. Then she heard a noise behind one door... Instinctively she reached for the handle and felt a burning pain shoot up her arm. She pulled away and the color of her bracelet suddenly and abruptly shifted from it's normal black to a shinning white and a ring appeared on her finger, unbidden. As the ring unfurled wings, so did AD. She had a strange feeling overcome her also, like she was there, but so was someone else... She reached out again and the door opened under her hand. Beyond was a room, dark and dusty, with a statue covered in chains. Then she realized it was not a statue... |
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| Auron DeBrouchet | Thu Aug 5, 2010 3:00 am Post #3 |
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Auron breathed heavily, dust floating up into his lungs with each drawn. The coughing had long since stopped, he was used to the heavy, filthy air of the rotting library. The particles of old books and decaying wood were heavy on the air, a foul taste left on the tongue. The hunched form was hanging above the ground, held aloft by chains connected to those already present on his shackles, running to walls and ceiling. Stretching his humped back, the statue gave an audible groan, arms stretching to the sides, stone wings unfurling on his back, stretching far enough to brush the opposite walls. The bulge on his back shifted, poor lighting revealing them to be a second set of arms below the first. Auron froze in the middle of shaking off the layers of dust streaming from his form. The rattle of chains slowed and died as he lay still, hanging at an angle. A visitor. The door opened slowly, showing another winged being, a woman. He could sense her aura, a stirring gray cloud around her. Ignoring it, he opened his mouth, stone moving as flesh. “Please. Release me?” He spoke hurriedly, in a raspy voice. |
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