Into the mouth of the abyss
Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 9:22 am
It has been near 3 long years since I have graced this website. Alot of things has changed since last I have spoken to you all.
The following forum link will bring you all up to speed:
viewtopic.php?f=3&t=225
I'm hear to tell you all about the other side of the coin. It all started (and ended) on a late October night. Samhein.
I was hot on the trail of the one Amondrakar and the hunt had led me to an old abandoned victorian style church in Marion county. The front cover of the Viscara text rippled with holy energy as I pulled open the doors of the monastery. Black elongated shapes of shades began diving in my direction. There mouths snarling open with savage mawls of power. My situation had appeared to become dire.
White hot light like molten lava erupted from the Viscara text and dispatched the shades in an unholy pop of spent energy. I sighed deeply but what happened next quickly took the wind from my sails. A voice like nails on a chalk board called out to me.
"Ahh my dear sweet Arkaine. Still having those suicidal instincts I see."
I spun in many directions, the Viscara tome held tight in a death embrace. My right hand coveting the pommel of Malik, the silver holy sword I had been given by the Nanock priests of West Minster Isles.
Finally I caught site of him. His languish form sat haphazardly on a make shift altar at the rear of the church. His crimson red eyes shone brightly against the tatered walls and windows of the holy place. His mouth twisted upwards in a snarling smile. Ivory white teeth of a predator held my attention before he spoke again.
"You know that your efforts are futile mortal?"
"The only thing futile in this unholy place Drakar is your resillence with undeath. It is now time for you to cross over to your master. I have came to show you your demise."
I spoke this words true and it felt right yet somewhere deep inside my psyche I knew that something was wrong. Something terrible was about to happen. I shrugged off these negative thoughts and pressed forward towards the altar sword outstretched. He just waited and glared as if he knew it was time and fight nor flight would help him.
As I reached the altar I suddenly felt the energy inside me leave. The holy light of the Viscara text dulled to a shallow glow and the muscles inside my arm spasmed as the silver sword dropped from my hand.
Dark eratic energy pulsed around me and thats when I saw them. Alien symbols of power written in a circular formation. A victim of a protection spell twisted by darkness. I was trapped and at the mercy of a merciless creature.
His gaunt form rose from his pulpit and he gracefully strode to my side. Whispering evil things in my ear as he ran his icy cold fingers up my chest and wrapped them around my neck. He drew me into his embrace as I felt his steely teeth find home.
I was sired that night. Made to be a childe of the dark. All the years I've fought callously to destroy there kind I find myself one of there ilk. I fought my urges for many years and had succumed to all manners of horrific things that only a demon could enjoy.
Luckily for me the power of the Viscara text was not affected by the spell of protection at my feet that night. As Drakar fed hungrily at my kneck he failed to notice the strange glowing light moving up my body. Just when it reached the pinnacle of it's path his eyes shot open but he was too late. The light poured from my body and destroyed his corporeal being sending the demon into the pits of hades.
I felt my own skin begin to burn from my bones. Flesh giving way to underflesh, vessels ripping free of bones, bones becoming dust. I fell into darkness.
I awoke many days later the book still in my hands. My body was whole and complete. The only thing signifying the truth of my memorys a scorch mark burned into the palm of my left hand. A reminder to me of the power of the tome.
I stood finding new poise and movement that I have never felt before. The old age that had sat into my bones now no longer present. I surveyed my surroundings and saw things I had never seen before. Every crack and creavace of this building was suddenly alive with wonder. I heard a sound behind me of nails scratching pavement. I spun around but no one was there. The sound became grinding and I found it's source. A tiny wood spider inched it's way across the pavement. My eyes telescopically embraced every micron of it's body. It's thoughts envaded my own. Hunger.
I admit I was scared at this point. I ran to the door and through it open. The light of day hit my face and for a brief moment I was happy to know it's familiarity. That was until my flesh began to burn. I shrieked and fell backwards throwing the door closed. I let my back rest against the door as I fell to my knees sobbing like a school girl.
It was in this moment that I had understood what I had become. Vampyr. All these years fighting to rid the world of there kind and I end up as such...nothing more than a mocked version of my once holy self.
I write to you all now years after that night as I have found my purpose. After many years of sulking and feeding on rats in the sewers I have came to understand the reason I was created. I have once again taken up the cause of nobility and I'm working diligiantly to overcome my dark natures for the forces of good.
I ask you all former friends of Lazlo Society please look past my now changed visage and take me into your folds. I hold invaluable knowledge on the arcane and greater new information on the proceedings of our foes. Having dined with the enemies I now know how they think...tick...and move about the underworlds.
I will write to you again when I have more pertenent information to deliver.
Signed
Yours Truely
Nicholas Arkaine
"The Black Priest"
The following forum link will bring you all up to speed:
viewtopic.php?f=3&t=225
I'm hear to tell you all about the other side of the coin. It all started (and ended) on a late October night. Samhein.
I was hot on the trail of the one Amondrakar and the hunt had led me to an old abandoned victorian style church in Marion county. The front cover of the Viscara text rippled with holy energy as I pulled open the doors of the monastery. Black elongated shapes of shades began diving in my direction. There mouths snarling open with savage mawls of power. My situation had appeared to become dire.
White hot light like molten lava erupted from the Viscara text and dispatched the shades in an unholy pop of spent energy. I sighed deeply but what happened next quickly took the wind from my sails. A voice like nails on a chalk board called out to me.
"Ahh my dear sweet Arkaine. Still having those suicidal instincts I see."
I spun in many directions, the Viscara tome held tight in a death embrace. My right hand coveting the pommel of Malik, the silver holy sword I had been given by the Nanock priests of West Minster Isles.
Finally I caught site of him. His languish form sat haphazardly on a make shift altar at the rear of the church. His crimson red eyes shone brightly against the tatered walls and windows of the holy place. His mouth twisted upwards in a snarling smile. Ivory white teeth of a predator held my attention before he spoke again.
"You know that your efforts are futile mortal?"
"The only thing futile in this unholy place Drakar is your resillence with undeath. It is now time for you to cross over to your master. I have came to show you your demise."
I spoke this words true and it felt right yet somewhere deep inside my psyche I knew that something was wrong. Something terrible was about to happen. I shrugged off these negative thoughts and pressed forward towards the altar sword outstretched. He just waited and glared as if he knew it was time and fight nor flight would help him.
As I reached the altar I suddenly felt the energy inside me leave. The holy light of the Viscara text dulled to a shallow glow and the muscles inside my arm spasmed as the silver sword dropped from my hand.
Dark eratic energy pulsed around me and thats when I saw them. Alien symbols of power written in a circular formation. A victim of a protection spell twisted by darkness. I was trapped and at the mercy of a merciless creature.
His gaunt form rose from his pulpit and he gracefully strode to my side. Whispering evil things in my ear as he ran his icy cold fingers up my chest and wrapped them around my neck. He drew me into his embrace as I felt his steely teeth find home.
I was sired that night. Made to be a childe of the dark. All the years I've fought callously to destroy there kind I find myself one of there ilk. I fought my urges for many years and had succumed to all manners of horrific things that only a demon could enjoy.
Luckily for me the power of the Viscara text was not affected by the spell of protection at my feet that night. As Drakar fed hungrily at my kneck he failed to notice the strange glowing light moving up my body. Just when it reached the pinnacle of it's path his eyes shot open but he was too late. The light poured from my body and destroyed his corporeal being sending the demon into the pits of hades.
I felt my own skin begin to burn from my bones. Flesh giving way to underflesh, vessels ripping free of bones, bones becoming dust. I fell into darkness.
I awoke many days later the book still in my hands. My body was whole and complete. The only thing signifying the truth of my memorys a scorch mark burned into the palm of my left hand. A reminder to me of the power of the tome.
I stood finding new poise and movement that I have never felt before. The old age that had sat into my bones now no longer present. I surveyed my surroundings and saw things I had never seen before. Every crack and creavace of this building was suddenly alive with wonder. I heard a sound behind me of nails scratching pavement. I spun around but no one was there. The sound became grinding and I found it's source. A tiny wood spider inched it's way across the pavement. My eyes telescopically embraced every micron of it's body. It's thoughts envaded my own. Hunger.
I admit I was scared at this point. I ran to the door and through it open. The light of day hit my face and for a brief moment I was happy to know it's familiarity. That was until my flesh began to burn. I shrieked and fell backwards throwing the door closed. I let my back rest against the door as I fell to my knees sobbing like a school girl.
It was in this moment that I had understood what I had become. Vampyr. All these years fighting to rid the world of there kind and I end up as such...nothing more than a mocked version of my once holy self.
I write to you all now years after that night as I have found my purpose. After many years of sulking and feeding on rats in the sewers I have came to understand the reason I was created. I have once again taken up the cause of nobility and I'm working diligiantly to overcome my dark natures for the forces of good.
I ask you all former friends of Lazlo Society please look past my now changed visage and take me into your folds. I hold invaluable knowledge on the arcane and greater new information on the proceedings of our foes. Having dined with the enemies I now know how they think...tick...and move about the underworlds.
I will write to you again when I have more pertenent information to deliver.
Signed
Yours Truely
Nicholas Arkaine
"The Black Priest"