Post by wildfiremagni on Oct 7, 2007 9:35:30 GMT 9.5
It was pretty much an ordinary day for Necri, or at least as ordinary as things got in what he believed to be the last part of the world. He rolled himself out of bed and got dressed in his usual garb, that of black robes and white skulls. Even to him, it seemed a little over the top, but his master's word was final.
As he went out into the hallway, every torch lit up for him with a black fire. He still didn't know who or what did it, but the dark light at least gave him some vision as he traced his hands along the stone walls. Each crevice was known to him by name now, even though he still managed to fall down the stairs into the dining room.
"I've been here for as long as I can remember and the stairs still don't trust me!" he muttered as he examined the table. As always, it was exquisitely laid out with the best of breakfast foods. Necri didn't know how it happened, but it did.
Next to his usual place at the luxurious looking table was a note on a piece of parchment. As he picked it up, he read the words silently to himself;
Necri, I'm heading into a sealed part of the castle. We are only a few steps closer to bringing the world back to its former glory-keep practicing your shadow magics, as we may need them.
-Master
P.S: Do not go past the graveyard. I had to move the castle again last night. You know the penalty if you try to leave.
Oh, he knew the penalty of trying to leave. He still had a scar on his leg from last time! Still, there wasn't much to do in this dank old place, so he sat down to breakfast. Plenty of fruit and breads from who knows where found its way into Necri's stomach. After he had washed up, he began to explore the castle again, as he always did.
Since the world had been destroyed, the castle seemed to change every time his master moved it to a stable part of 'the illusion,' as he called it. 'The illusion' was just a series of chaotic, magical areas that vanished and reappeared at random intervals, but The Master always managed to move it at the right time...
This time however, he heard a noise. It was the sound of opening doors! With great excitement, Necri ran to the main doors of the castle. They were positively huge and intricately carved with a depiction of some ancient battle. Still, they didn't lock quite right and one door always creaked a little, which was what Necri had mistaken for his Master's return.
"Aw, darn! I was hoping that would've been him. Practice is always more fun with him..." he said to himself as he leant against one of the many stone pillars in the main room. He allowed his eyes to wander through the room to the two throne-like chairs that sat at the other end. The larger was of course for The Master. It had a much higher back than Necri's, even though both were carved in the same way, with clawed feet at the bottom and a rich, red material over the seat itself.
However, as his mind wandered to the chairs, the doors began to open. A crack of light filtered into the dusty castle and Necri found himself moving out of the way. It must have been very cold in this part of the illusion to make him do that (Necri didn't like the cold much) but his curiousity brought him back.
"Who's there?" he asked tentatively as he tried to look out into the blinding white of the outside. He didn't know how something so white could still be so cold, but there was something-or someone there!
Whoever it was, Necri would fight tooth and nail to keep them out...
-----------------------------------------Meanwhile, outside the castle------------------------
The area where the castle had landed wasn't anything special, but its appearance did attract a lot of attention as it flickered in and out of sight a few times before it finally came to rest. It was sure to stay there for a while, but to any nearby adventurers (or even just rebellious youths) it would have seemed like a great place to find hidden treasure...
As he went out into the hallway, every torch lit up for him with a black fire. He still didn't know who or what did it, but the dark light at least gave him some vision as he traced his hands along the stone walls. Each crevice was known to him by name now, even though he still managed to fall down the stairs into the dining room.
"I've been here for as long as I can remember and the stairs still don't trust me!" he muttered as he examined the table. As always, it was exquisitely laid out with the best of breakfast foods. Necri didn't know how it happened, but it did.
Next to his usual place at the luxurious looking table was a note on a piece of parchment. As he picked it up, he read the words silently to himself;
Necri, I'm heading into a sealed part of the castle. We are only a few steps closer to bringing the world back to its former glory-keep practicing your shadow magics, as we may need them.
-Master
P.S: Do not go past the graveyard. I had to move the castle again last night. You know the penalty if you try to leave.
Oh, he knew the penalty of trying to leave. He still had a scar on his leg from last time! Still, there wasn't much to do in this dank old place, so he sat down to breakfast. Plenty of fruit and breads from who knows where found its way into Necri's stomach. After he had washed up, he began to explore the castle again, as he always did.
Since the world had been destroyed, the castle seemed to change every time his master moved it to a stable part of 'the illusion,' as he called it. 'The illusion' was just a series of chaotic, magical areas that vanished and reappeared at random intervals, but The Master always managed to move it at the right time...
This time however, he heard a noise. It was the sound of opening doors! With great excitement, Necri ran to the main doors of the castle. They were positively huge and intricately carved with a depiction of some ancient battle. Still, they didn't lock quite right and one door always creaked a little, which was what Necri had mistaken for his Master's return.
"Aw, darn! I was hoping that would've been him. Practice is always more fun with him..." he said to himself as he leant against one of the many stone pillars in the main room. He allowed his eyes to wander through the room to the two throne-like chairs that sat at the other end. The larger was of course for The Master. It had a much higher back than Necri's, even though both were carved in the same way, with clawed feet at the bottom and a rich, red material over the seat itself.
However, as his mind wandered to the chairs, the doors began to open. A crack of light filtered into the dusty castle and Necri found himself moving out of the way. It must have been very cold in this part of the illusion to make him do that (Necri didn't like the cold much) but his curiousity brought him back.
"Who's there?" he asked tentatively as he tried to look out into the blinding white of the outside. He didn't know how something so white could still be so cold, but there was something-or someone there!
Whoever it was, Necri would fight tooth and nail to keep them out...
-----------------------------------------Meanwhile, outside the castle------------------------
The area where the castle had landed wasn't anything special, but its appearance did attract a lot of attention as it flickered in and out of sight a few times before it finally came to rest. It was sure to stay there for a while, but to any nearby adventurers (or even just rebellious youths) it would have seemed like a great place to find hidden treasure...
