Rise of Ixis – 9 Days

RISE OF IXIS

(THE KNIGHTS OF AZREKON)

by Doragon (James Mahoney)

Part One – Darkness Enters Azrekon

Part Two – 9 Days

In the next 9 days, several things happened…

…Vesp made his way east with a multitude of both Ixis Followers & Summoned Demons from Ixis

When they reached the Eastern Coast of Azrekon, construction of 8 Shadow Ships began…

…fuelled by Shadow Magic

Meanwhile, the High Priest Evory Tybarro headed south with his own legion of Ixis Followers to court and/or demand an alliance between the Dark Forces of Ixis & the Dragonclaw Orcs to the south, in the Capital City/Village of Fhor’tog…

The Dragonclaw War Chief Brotar, being no fool, did just that

…the remaining Dark Knights of Azrekon & Warlock Priests of Ixis stayed in Northern Azrekon with the majority of Ixis Followers who continued building Ixis’s great fortress as well as many watch towers throughout the surrounding areas

Once the first Shadow Ship was constructed, Vesp boarded it with his Demons and Ixis Followers & sailed northeast to the southern shores of Cerces…

…once there quickly seizing control of the villages to the south, connecting to the Dragonclaw forces to the southeast and preparing to seize control of the Elves of the Dragon Forests to the southwest…

…meanwhile, the southern terrain of Cerces turned black as the Northern Azrekon’s terrain had…

…the land dying

Rise of Ixis – Darkness Enters Azrekon

RISE OF IXIS

(THE KNIGHTS OF AZREKON)

by Doragon (James Mahoney)

Part One – Darkness Enters Azrekon

The quiet, brewing heat and bubbling of the lava of Northern AZREKON simmers

For miles and miles hard rock with lava streams fill the zone, with two larger streams to the east & west heading south into great pools of lava

Suddenly a purple-blue portal opens & out steps a large Black Knight…

…VESP

Followed by a black & white robed pale skinned human with glowing green eyes and white & black hair…

…EVORY TYBARRO, High Priest & Warlock of IXIS, a Dark God from the Netherworld

‘So this is home…’ speaks Evory in an ominous, freshly born, yet crackly voice

Soon hundreds upon hundreds of Ixis Followers begin to pour out of the portal which stands some 12 foot tall & 18 foot wide…

…they begin picking up rock from the landscape with lifeless eyes & building the Fortress of Ixis

Vesp turns towards Evory with glowing purple blue eyes within his black helmet then starts his way east, many followers behind him

‘The Shadow Ships must be built with haste,’ Evory speaks at Vesp who does not acknowledge him & soon disappears behind great lava rock…

…meanwhile the ground beneath the Ixis Knight, Warlock & Followers begins to die & turn from the grey lava rock to a charred black rock steaming with death

Seven more Dark Knights & five more Warlock Priests soon exit the portal as well…

…Darkness enters Azrekon

The Paladin EnLarra

(Art by ketunhaska)

The Paladin EnLarra

by DORAGON

Part I

Her horse MERA burst through the summer sands that brushed across both her gold & white hooded form, as well as her steed’s, as she leaned forward to make her horse go faster…

‘So many lies were told this night,’ she thought to herself as she did her best to stay focused on the hoof catching terrain

‘Especially about my sister.’

The rider would keep heading east for two to three more hours before stopping at a small oasis near the edge of the desert she road to feed her horse…

She dismounted & tied Mera to a nearby palm tree where she dipped down and drank

Meanwhile the rider pulled back her hood to reveal a fair skinned girl in her twenties with extremely light blue green eyes & white golden hair

Her name is ENLARRA…

…her last name she left behind her

‘I have so much further to go… But so much of that journey will be by sea,’ she thought to herself

She then reached down at her side where there was a small maroon velvet pouch tied to her soft brown belt, ‘I just hope I have enough silver to get me there’

Just then three dark horse riders appeared from the night…

…bandits judging by their tussled, well used robes & hats of browns oranges and tans

EnLarra pulled her hood back over her head & began untying her Mera from the tree

The riders dismounted…

‘Well, what have we here,’ spoke the gruffest, drunkest one with a long black beard

‘A girl no less,’ spoke the second, shorter, brown haired one, a crooked smile with two gold teeth glaring

EnLarra mounted, but said nothing, then road off quickly…

The last rider did not look amused, ‘Get her money pouch,’ he spoke as he began to build a fire but first dipped his head in the oasis

The other two riders looked at one another, both with unappealing grins, mounted their horses, and were after her

Dark Cloak

Dark Cloak

by DORAGON

Chapter One – The Magic

That Night

Sputtering blood, the middle aged man enters the dark chamber with flashes of blue and purple magic behind him…

…the door closes as he falls over his desk and passes out

**************

The next morning the sun blares through the tower window filling the mage’s chamber with light…

…still on the floor is the Dark Cloaked figure

Suddenly a young man opens the chamber doors with a thick metal key, and is bewildered by what he comes upon

‘Master, are you alright…’ he helps his Master to his feet, removing the dark cloak from him, and laying him on the bed

A young girl then enters with a small pitcher of water, ‘Is he alright?’

‘Just give me the water and go!’ the boy spats at her, as she turns and rushes out of the room closing the door behind her

‘You shouldn’t talk to her that way,’ a gravely voice comes from the bed as the man’s eyes slowly open, revealing two dark blue pearly eyes

‘Master, thank the gods you’re ok,’ the boy exclaims as he hugs him.

‘Careful now boy, I’m not that alright,’ they both laugh.

‘Now go apologize to Percell,’ the man insists, and the boy quickly leaves the room.

The man then gazes out the bright window as his eyes glow white he sees into another land…

…a snow filled land where a great white dragon sits upon a rocky mountain growling and shooting its’ icy breath into the air above it.

ART – Dark Cloak

Emory, A Warlock Born (Part V) Into The Lashing Wild

The Written Word

Emory, A Warlock Born

by Doragon (Darkjade)

Part 1

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V – Into The Lashing Wild

For the next ten to 15 minutes I felt nothing but the lashing cold and branches of the surrounding mountain forests…

…with an occasional drop which my pilfered guard’s horse seem to cope with just fine

I could hear nothing but the sharp winds and crunching snow beneath my horse’s hooves, and the sheer silence that still seemed to creep its’ way in between the resounding winter storm

Then we slid down the side of part of the mountain, some four of five hundred feet…

…I was thrown from the horse, which ran off

Can’t say I blame him

I’m left the blasting storm, and the silence that perhaps only I can hear

‘WHERE TO NOW BOY…’ the voice mocking me once more, I ignored it

If if…

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Emory, A Warlock Born (Part IV) Ice Town

The Written Word

Emory, A Warlock Born

by Doragon

Part 1

Part II

Part III

Part IV – Ice Town

When I walked in, the place was a rumble of drunken chatter, clattering plates & Bard music…

Still, a couple keen eyes definitely noted my black skin, small horned head and slightly glowing violet eyes

I sat

‘What have yah?’ spoke a dark haired barmaid before i’d hardly landed on my chair

‘Uh…’ just as I realized I had no coin, for I never left my father’s home in Nessus, I suddenly felt the weight of a black velvet purse upon my belt

I reached down and felt many a coin within

‘Wine… And… Stew’ I spoke, and she was off

Feeling hyper vulnerable to criticism due to my breed of creature, I was reluctant to bring down my high collar

‘What are yah then?’ suddenly spoke a deep, rounded voice

I looked…

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Emory, A Warlock Born (Part II) Nothing’d Be The Same

Emory, A Warlock Born

by Doragon

Part I

Part II – Nothing’d Be The Same

My father is a terrifying being…

…though I’ve seen him a thousand times, when he came into my room the next instance, holding the black book I’d opened, it sent dread through me like a shot

In that same instance my glowing runes that floated above me dropped upon my chest… he did not see

‘EMORY!! DID YOU TOUCH THIS BOOK?!’ he spoke sending tremors straight through me and the walls that surrounded me

My mind slowed…

…what would I say?

How could I lie… he’d know

‘Yes father,’ I replied, knowing this could be the end for me… Destroyed and forgotten

He calmed, then step forward, and kneeled before my bed… I’d never seen anything like this from before

‘Son… You must be careful with the books in my library… They’re…’ he stood

‘Don’t touch them,’ he finished, then turned and left the room

I looked at my runes… then touched them, fumbling them through my fingers

What power is this… Was I imagining it? Am I still free? Or do I truly belong to this voice that filled my head when I touched the book…

I knew the answer must be within that book…

…which my father has now forebode me to ever touch again

PICTURE CREDIT – Dahaka

Emory – A Warlock Born

Emory – A Warlock Born

Art by Katmedic

Emory – A Warlock Born

by Doragon

Part 1

Emory was a small child, in a dangerous place…

A half Demon, pitch black of skin, eyes of glowing blue, he’d sit cross legged on the floor of his father’s library, studying his Runes

His father never really spoke to Emory, they’d sit across from one another at dinner…

…his Father all the way at the end of a long, fancy table…

…whilst Emory sat at the opposite, always with his Runes, with an occasional glance at his Father’s end of the table

But they never met eyes

Emory never met his mother…

…truth be known, he’s not even sure what Race she was… Human… Elf… He couldn’t be sure, and his Father surely never spoke of her

It was a Demon life… in a Demon place… his home was almost the size of a castle

His Father was a wealthy Merchant who spent most of his days and time in the 9th Level of Hell, Nessus

There was a great Merchant Street there just outside the fortress of Asmodeus…

…I remember the one time my Father took me there, there were two large Pit Fiends standing guard in front of a bridge over great lava leading to the gates of Asmodeus home…

…and another two Pit Fiends at the gates

Truth be known, I know not why he took me to his work that day…

…perhaps it was the day after my Mother died, and he pitied me

But that didn’t last long

Back to the library with me, where I sat hours upon hours with my Runes…

…studying them… Mastering them… Soon I’d be able to glimpse into the possible futures of others

But for me there were no others… only me

One night in my Father’s Library one of the books, a black colored one, like me, began to glow a dark purple in color…

…Curious and oblivious, I stepped towards it, took it from the shelf, and opened it

All I can remember is a purple flash, and a serpentine like voice in my head, ‘You’re mine now…’

The next thing I remember, I awoke in my bed, my beautiful stone Runes floating three or so feet above me, with that same glowing purple around them

In Walked 6 (Chapter III) Magnanus

Art by Serg Chayote

In Walked 6

by Doragon (aka James Mahoney)

Chapter I – Oz Ryder

Chapter II -Allone

CHAPTER III – Magnanus

High within a darkened tower, within the Ohr’Dra Peaks, scrambling his way through scrolls and items of importance, the Shadow Mage (Sorcerer) Minotaur, Magnanus, gathers his things and any proof he can get his hands on…

…but proof of what?

Magnanus stands 7′ tall, with dark brown fur, and though his form is large, his power lays within his blood more than his body

His form covered in a light purple glow with black smoke as he moves through the hallways, and makes his way out of his Master’s Tower

With one look back, he then heads north through the peaks towards the Great Woods

In Walked 6 (Chapter II) Alonne

Artist Unknown

In Walked 6

by Doragon (aka James Mahoney)

Chapter I – Oz Ryder

CHAPER II -Allone

Allone had always been a great help to her people…

Being a Hill Dwarf of ‘Lands Way’, there were many of them across their hills… But rarely would you find one as eager to serve, and help as she…

Allone stands 4’2″ tall, and is 52 years of age, though she looks 20, her kind are known to live five times as long as long…

But even though she helps with so many aspects of her village during the day, at night… she trains

There is an Elder Tortle by the name of Moliath who teaches her the Monk ways of The Open Hand

She works hard at martial arts, and the use of her Quarterstaff

Sometimes she asks herself why she is drawn to these things… but continues the training without answers…

…until

One day as she arrive at Moliath’s camp outside of the village, and sat her pack down, she noticed he was a bit hunched over the fire…

‘Are you alright Master?’ she spoke as she moved to aid him

He raised his Tortle paw warding her back, ‘Yes… Yes… Sit Alonne… I have much to say.’

Moliath went on to tell of his people… how he was an outcast

How he too had trained without knowing why

Until the day he had met her

He explained, he believed that his mastership of the Open Hand was all destined for the purpose of training her for what she must do

‘What must I do Master?’ she spoke somewhat earnestly, somewhat hesitantly

Moliath raised his deep blue eyes to meet her redish grey, ‘You must travel East to the kingdom of Vaheer…’

He eyes widen, ‘Vaheer! What, why…’

‘You must trust me in this… If you quiet yourself, you will feel it too.’

With this she systematically closed her eyes, and went into a trance

…she could feel the pull from her gut… and from her heart

She then opened her eyes, ‘I understand Master.’

With this he smiled with relief… then coughed

‘Are you sure you’re alright?’ she questioned with deep concern

‘Yes… Yes… For now’ he responded, ‘Now go… Sleep,’ he spoke then tossed her a small sack of coin

‘I wish I had more, but it will due’

She nodded, holding back tears of worry, then headed to sleep