Darkness, Vile Darkness...

[Raistlin M.]

Serena watched the bowl of black dragon's blood in the onyx bowl. Watched it swirl and move and new that Chemosh had trapped her soul somewhere in the other thousands that he had captured. She was deep in what used to be malys's lair. Now it was a giant temple. A temple of Chemosh. Hideous black gargoyles sat on pillars in the eight corners of the octagon room, their eyes glowing a hideous green. Carved demons of black onyx and jade adorned every inch of the room. But the most fascinating thing of all was the black pillar rising from the floor to hold a diamond bowl. A bowl filled with the magical black dragon's blood. Serena stared hard into it, and was not afraid. For her god was with her. Her god would protect her. She hoped. In that one moment of lacking faith, Serena knew she had erred. Chemosh's voice came seeping into her mind, warm and sweet. "You will be mine, my disciple, my child, my beloved. I will have your undying faith, the faith that you pledge to Mishakel, yet you cannot deny the fascination you have for all things dark and vile.... Give me your faith and you will have power, power such that you have never known. Serena quavered, "I accept" . A black tendril, black as night, crept out of the bowl, crept around Serena's feet and up her body. She screamed. Her robes that were once light blue, started to stain red, then black. As it spread throughout the rest of he robes it became darker, so that it looked like a pool of ink. "You are mine now" the voice said as it dissipated..... "you are mine". Serena blinked, and she was standing in the middle of a forrest, a forrest that she recognized, a place that was her homeland. A place called Elmwood, not far from Solanthus. "A terrible dream she said, a dark dream". Serena nearly fainted as she looked down to behold not blue robes, but jet black....


OOC: Let me make this clear, If you love the dark sied, IE... Nuitari, chemosh, Zeboim, Takhisis, You should join this thread

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Race:Human
Class: Necromencer / Shapeshifter
God: Chemosh
Age:27
Height: 5 '6'
Weight: 110
Bio: Read the thread

Strength:12
Dexterity:8
Constitution:12
Intelligince:22
Wisdom:14
Charisma:10

No need to PM. Just join in.

[Drakun Enkaku]

Drakun walked through the forest which was now his daily patrole he ate an apple quietly his robes swishing around his feet quietly nothing every interesting ever happened on the route but the again what was intresting to a wizard of Nuitair he was wanting to get this attack over with and....... he heard some thing fall or a bolt of lighting hit the ground but he didnt see any light so he started to walk to the sound to investigate

[Loki]

Name: NightWalker
Age: Unknown
Race: former Silvenesti elf.


NightWalker lowered the hood of his tattered black cloak to gaze at the woman who had appeared not twelve feet in front of him; she seemed frightened...of some un-named terror that she alone knew the true nature of. NightWalker starred at her out of eyes that mirrored the color of the silver moon flawlessly; eyes that had been dimmed by the cold hand of death many years ago.
Watching this mortal NightWalker tried to remember what it had felt like to be afraid. Ever since the night long, long years ago, when he had been foolish enough to strike a bargain with the queen of darkness, Takhisis...he had not felt fear, or anything else.
He could not even now recall why he had been in such dire need that night, or why he had given up his life; his soul, to a god he had only heard of in dark tales and legends told to him by people he could not remember.

[Raistlin M.]

She glanced around her in fright, but quickly realized she was safe for the instant. Her head hurt and her memory was foggy. She stood up off the grass and dusted off her robes. As she started walking she thought she heard a whisper behind her but she quickly dissmissed the thought as noughing but coincidence. Serena soon found the trail, the one that was familiar to her, and yet it seemed so long ago that she had been here she soon drifted off into more pleasant memories, memories of her past, as growing up, training in the temple, and the comftorable feel of her goddess. Now that was gone though, whisked away in her quest for power. She sat down miserably against an old tree and thought of her past....

[Laz Dragonslayer]

she remembered being beaten by her parents. the thought alone brought increasing ,searing pain to her scars. she hated the sight of them. that was why she had to kill them. of course she did it with help from her warrior accomplice dhward. she felt hands on her shoulder and turned around to fnd dhwards violet eyes gazing at her "lets go" he said


OOC:
name: Dhward
race: Human
Job: assasin
equiptment:Long-sword,dagger,blowdart
bio-slender,evil accomplice of serena

[Laz Dragonslayer]

"Stop right there" a voice said. Dwhard unleashed his long-sword and pointed into the face of the spoken person."I wont be the one stopping" he growled

[Raistlin M.]

I'm officially ending this thread, please no more posts anyone. *horrible failure*. If a moderator would be so kind to lock it, I would be eternally grateful.