11-14-2007, 04:32 PM
(Bolar)
Come let us go to our Master, Master Jeron.
(Galens)
Ok then.
*They reach the end of the room to a door. The door was a regular door, nothing special about it at all. Bolar moved to open the door, but instead of grabbing the knob, he placed his hand open in front of the knob. It made a tiny clicking noise and the door opened.*
(Bolar)
Neat huh?
*Bolar walked through the doorway and there sat the Master of mages. Jeron.* His bear went to the floor from his face. It was as white as ash. His head was bald. He had the look of a man who had to be over 300 years old. His skin was barely clinging to his bones. He wore a ruby colored robe around him. It didn't look like it was just for decoration. It seemed to be covering up his body from displaying the death pulling at his skin.*
(Bolar)
Master Jeron, I present to you Galen! You must speak with about about the Dream.
(Master Jeron)
Dream?! So it has finally come has it! I have waited so many years for this day, SO MANY YEARRRRRRRRSSSSS!
*as overdramatic as the senile mage was, thunder sounded as he ended his sentence.*
(Master Jeron)
So my boy, you are the savior are you?
(Galen)
Savior? I am a little confused. All I did was sleep, had a bad dream, and came to you because of your great wisdom with these matters. How does it mean anything else?
(Master Jeron)
My boy, please stay a while, we have much to discuss. Bolar, leave us at once!
(Bolar)
Yes master!
*Bolar exits the room in a hurry*
(Master Jeron)
I am going to tell you a tale from long ago. We still don't know where its origin is, but there are prophecies that have come true leading to this very day.
*Cough*
Over the years past the land of Sosaria has been devistated by countless mages, villains, thieves, murderers and so on. There has always been one hero or heroes to take down the tyrannical rulings of these fellows. But somehow, another individual pops up in a race to copycat the last one. As if they all conspired with one another to accomplish one main goal. To rule and destroy Sosaria. You might know him as the Avatar. Well, many years have passed since our last threat. But during this Halloween, I noticed a strange aura surrounding Sosaria. It was an evil Aura, one none could even fathom if they tried. It resembled a dark and death smell to it. It was purple and black and was powder like. It even had a mix of glass. It was a wierd feeling I do say.
(Galen)
Wait a second, those things were in my dream!
(Master Jeron)
This I already know, or else you wouldn't have come to us. The prophecy explains this. It is stated that during this event, a hero will rise up from his sleep with the pre knowledge of this evil's defeat. BUT it also says that the hero's sleep is what killed Sosaria. His dream is only a game from the evil's aura. What you saw in your sleep was only what the evil wanted you to see. In reality, if that would have happened, the moment you destroyed the portal, Sosaria would destroy itself. You see, Sosaria cannot be stable without the other world.
(Continued later)
Come let us go to our Master, Master Jeron.
(Galens)
Ok then.
*They reach the end of the room to a door. The door was a regular door, nothing special about it at all. Bolar moved to open the door, but instead of grabbing the knob, he placed his hand open in front of the knob. It made a tiny clicking noise and the door opened.*
(Bolar)
Neat huh?
*Bolar walked through the doorway and there sat the Master of mages. Jeron.* His bear went to the floor from his face. It was as white as ash. His head was bald. He had the look of a man who had to be over 300 years old. His skin was barely clinging to his bones. He wore a ruby colored robe around him. It didn't look like it was just for decoration. It seemed to be covering up his body from displaying the death pulling at his skin.*
(Bolar)
Master Jeron, I present to you Galen! You must speak with about about the Dream.
(Master Jeron)
Dream?! So it has finally come has it! I have waited so many years for this day, SO MANY YEARRRRRRRRSSSSS!
*as overdramatic as the senile mage was, thunder sounded as he ended his sentence.*
(Master Jeron)
So my boy, you are the savior are you?
(Galen)
Savior? I am a little confused. All I did was sleep, had a bad dream, and came to you because of your great wisdom with these matters. How does it mean anything else?
(Master Jeron)
My boy, please stay a while, we have much to discuss. Bolar, leave us at once!
(Bolar)
Yes master!
*Bolar exits the room in a hurry*
(Master Jeron)
I am going to tell you a tale from long ago. We still don't know where its origin is, but there are prophecies that have come true leading to this very day.
*Cough*
Over the years past the land of Sosaria has been devistated by countless mages, villains, thieves, murderers and so on. There has always been one hero or heroes to take down the tyrannical rulings of these fellows. But somehow, another individual pops up in a race to copycat the last one. As if they all conspired with one another to accomplish one main goal. To rule and destroy Sosaria. You might know him as the Avatar. Well, many years have passed since our last threat. But during this Halloween, I noticed a strange aura surrounding Sosaria. It was an evil Aura, one none could even fathom if they tried. It resembled a dark and death smell to it. It was purple and black and was powder like. It even had a mix of glass. It was a wierd feeling I do say.
(Galen)
Wait a second, those things were in my dream!
(Master Jeron)
This I already know, or else you wouldn't have come to us. The prophecy explains this. It is stated that during this event, a hero will rise up from his sleep with the pre knowledge of this evil's defeat. BUT it also says that the hero's sleep is what killed Sosaria. His dream is only a game from the evil's aura. What you saw in your sleep was only what the evil wanted you to see. In reality, if that would have happened, the moment you destroyed the portal, Sosaria would destroy itself. You see, Sosaria cannot be stable without the other world.
(Continued later)