Yggdrasil Saga

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Date in Eberron: Mon. Barrakas, 11th, 996YK. Three weeks prior to the signing of the Treaty of Thronehold

“Leave him, we’v got what we need” echoes a hollow metallic voice from the war machine known only as Grey.
“Hey, Im not done with you!” squatting over the body of the captured and bloody warrior, Willis holds him by the caller and tries to shake him back to life for further interrogation. The half-orc weeps out a few desperate last breaths before finally going limp. ”...damn it, I guess its finished then.” Rising to his feet, Willis drops the dead half-orc to the floor in frustration.
“Come, these walls will soon collapse. We must take our leave and complete our mission.” Gray swings his great sword over his shoulder and looks around at the burning walls of the crumbling structure, ready to fall in on him at any moment. His armor creaks from expansion as the temperature steadily rises.
Willis shrugs, “Your right… anyway these embers are beginning to singe my beard. Let’s go.” The two of them begin to dash down the hall, avoiding falling ruble and ravenous flames. Their mission was to gather vital information from the enemy while the primary forces were drawn away elsewhere and then sabotage the fortress. They had got what they came for and must now deliver the information to their commander. However, as they neared the 3rd floor a sudden explosion throws them to the ground with tremendous force. Flaming shrapnel is blasted everywhere as the side wall of the structure is obliterated when like a wrecking ball, a gargantuan gold dragon uses its massive bulk as a battering ram to make an entrance.
Willis’s body recoils, unable pick himself up, he struggles against the pain of broken ribs and severe burns just to prop himself upon his elbow. “Light of Aurora!” He groans with one eye sealed shut and the taste of his blood in his mouth.
Grey recovers, feeling no pain, yet still the violent attack takes its toll on his mechanical form. As he uses his sword as a crutch to get back on his feet, he finds that only burnt roots and twisted broken mettle remains where his left arm used to be.
The great gold dragon looms over them, immune to the flames, with the red sunset on his back. Its eyes shine crimson and its forked tongue flickers between rows of pointed teeth. Raising its head like a serpent of doom the dragon speaks in a thundering voice that shakes the wounded and defenseless heroes, “The prophecy has revealed itself and you are in its way. By unanimous decision of the Chamber you are marked for destruction. May the false gods you worship have pity on your souls.” Then before Grey or Willis can even attempt to protest, they are engulfed in the dragons destructive breath of flame killing them instantly…

Time passes after the heroes death.

A woman in skin tight leathers paces nervously back and forth in a dark room while her superior sits calm and calculating before a great mechanized plainer mobile. As the arms of the outer plains swing around the material plain like oversized electrons around a massive nucleus they discuss their plans for the future.
”...even still, I cant understand why we are investing so many resources into them. We could build an army with the time and money we’v spent already.” She leans over the railing and stares into the orbiting plains.
“These individuals are unique. A thousand soldiers cannot replace them. They were instrumental in bringing about the peace we now enjoy after the Last War. The next time they make their mark in history I want them working for me.” He says sitting casually with a rolled cigarette held loosely between his fingers.
Turning to face him she says, “What guarantees do we have that they will co-operate? I still think we should implant some kind of control device.”
“No! I want them brought back exactly as they were. Any attempt to control them could alter their character.”, he pauses to take a long drag, “It is their individuality that makes them unique. Mindless puppets are useless to me.”
She lowers her head and tucks a strand of hair back behind her ear, “Still, I have my doubts about their loyalty. Diplomacy is great when it works, but its difficult when everyone already perceives you as a threat.”
“Precisely. Thats why I need someone with your skills to head up this operation. The importants of this mission is bigger than the Black Hand. The fate of the world is at stake.”
“I wont fail you Shadow Bringer.” She says standing up straight again.
“See to it that you dont” He says, as he smothers the end of his cigarette in an ashtray.


Date in Eberron: Zol. Eyre, 17th, 998YK. 05:24
The experienced of being brought back to life is not unlike waking from a long night of drinking. The first thing one becomes aware of is the grate effort one must make to form even the most sluggish of thoughts. A futile since of urgency is wasted in the fight to rise out of bed quickly. Rapidly the mind becomes aware of the pain the body feels, and ones next thoughts are of minimizing activity because with even the slightest stimulation one is met with extreme discomfort. Unfortunately for Willis and Grey, their awakening was akin to a level of stimulation not far from a bomb going off in their face.
Slowly a voice becomes more and more recognizable, like a faint echo drawing near, or the memory of a dream struggling to become clear. “Wake up, wake up! You must get up!” the voice calls to them. The woman’s voice is heard simultaneously and individually by both Willis and Grey who still lie on their backs as they attempt to regain control of their bodies like an infant learns to crawl.
Willis grits his teeth and clutches his forehead as if to shield his mind from the pain. Grey staggers to his feet, familiar with the sensation of being rebuilt yet he was so damaged that many parts must have been replaced and it takes time to get used to them.
Again the voice sends a telepathic message to the both of them in urgent tones ,“I know your scars haven’t finished healing, but you’ve got to get out of there, this facility is under attack”
Willis looks about the room lit by strange crystals that shine brightly hanging from the ceiling. The two of them lay on stone slabs surrounded by surgical tools and alchemical components. The room shakes and dust falls from cracks in the stone walls as the sounds of a siege shakes the foundations of the building. The architecture must be dwarven in make for it appears very sturdy and some detail has been laid into the pattern of the sculpting. “Where are our things?” Willis asks, noticing first that he lay naked next to his companion who was built of armor and had no fleshy parts to expose.
“You’ll find your gear across the room, on the counter.” The telepathic voice replies over the booming sounds of war that rumble in the air.
Grey grabs his sword and starts moving towards the only door in the room while Willis is still dawning his armor. As he steps into the next room, he can see a stack of crates roped together that must have supplied his reconstruction and the medical necessities to revitalize Willis. The exit was over 60 feet to the far side of the room while on the left was a raised platform providing a walk way to a chain of small battlement windows most likely built to be used by defending archers yet now the room was devoid of protection.
“Get to cover!” the voice calls out “there are soldiers coming for you” Grey steps back into the medical room and waits for his companion to join him. Finally finished dawning his gear, Willis gives a nod to Grey signaling he is ready to engage the opponent despite his painful recovery.
Combat ensues….. to be continued.




Comments

Great read!

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I agree. Great combination of mystery and action here, all neatly packaged within a very enjoyable narrative. Kudos Nick, can’t wait to read more.

Cheers,
-Arsheesh

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Thanks a bunch guys! =D Let me know if you ever think there is room for improvement!

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What happened to Richards character?

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I didnt write him in for two-fold reasons. 1. He shows little evidence of participating in this website so I thought he wouldn’t miss it. 2. There wasn’t that much to write about. His character still lacks, uh, “character”. It just wouldn’t be that interesting to have him in the story unless I created a personality for him. Once his character comes to life and takes a stronger role in our campaign I’ll start writing about him. Fair enough?

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Nice, thats good to know. I was worried you didt like Richard or something. i sat down with him and got his spell list up and running so he knows a lot more about his character, as far as what it can do. Not so much about the “character” part lol.

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