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Post by King Nicho Klojhen on Oct 22, 2003 11:51:46 GMT -5
He follows the others through the portal that James is trying to hold open, pulling Gelina along with him. Though he is used to travelling through portals, something about this one feels strange, his hand convulses as Lina's arm slips from his grasp. His form seems to strech, a familiar feeling, much the same as when he is ghosting. He glances down at himself and behold, he is ghosting. This has never happened without his concious intent. Even more wary now, he casts about with his senses, finding a disturbance in the aether.
He allows his self to be pulled towards it, keeping a reserve of power coiled for defense. Soon he comes to the reason for the distrubance, a hole blasted in the barrier. Who knows what untold evil has passed through it? Grasping at the frayed strands, he weaves a net of power to block the opening, keeping his eyes averted from what lays beyond.
The realms now safe from further intrusion, the boy/ghost follows the miasma of evil that had passed this way. The trail is not recent, broken by the passage of others, confused by time, yet the boy remains stolid in his search, picking up clues and hints most would pass by unnoticed.
Idly, he wonders if the others have missed him back at the castle, for time is a strange thing in the aether, not really existing as mortals know it. Nothing to be done about that now, perhaps he may find a way to send a message so they do not worry over him. He passes a group of lost souls, stopping momentarily to point them in the direction of the true portal, the gateway into beyond. Their essence speaks to him of the evil that has passed, seeking an entry into the land of the living.
(To be continued.)#nosmileys#nosmileys
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Post by LadyGelinaGrey on Oct 22, 2003 12:40:21 GMT -5
::as she sat in the library this morning it hit her. she hadn't seen Nicho since he pulled her into the portal. she suddenly remembered that he had let go of her but she thought that he had just gone ahead of her. she didn't think anything of it. Nicho was used to portals. More so than she anyway. she frowned a bit and got up walking out of the library and made her way to his tower to check on him. she pushed open the door to his room and saw that it had been untouched and his bed wasn't slept in. suddenly she gasped and her hand went to her throat:: <w> Oh gods....I lost Nicho...
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Post by Kolava on Oct 22, 2003 14:34:27 GMT -5
In the north tower is a restless stirring. Blowing frustrated exhalations through clenched teeth, the creature known as Kolava paces furiously. Strange things had been happening, not the least of which was Nicho's extended sojourn into the aether; as usualy he was on top of such matters like ants on a dropped crumb.
His usual air of calm detachment was absent this time, though, as if the entire thing was significant to him for more then the obvious reasons of "defending the castle".
"Nicho was talking about this before. He seemed concerned...if it could concern Nicho, then it might be over my head..."
"Why are you so suprised?" he asks himself. "You knew a day like this would come eventualy." stopping suddenly by the window, he opens it and grips the sill, leaning out into the cold wind which whips his fur.
"I must not panic...if I panic, all these years will have been wasted--where is the Ghid?" He turns his eyes from the scenic view of windswept canopies back to the stuffy mess of his lab. Under a pile of scribbled notes gleams an aquamarine crystal; he felt himself drawn to the Ghid as if it was answering his question.
"Right then." He grabs the crystal and resumes pacing, his brain now fueled by psionic enhancements and fresh air. "The matter requires..." he stops and turns, gesturing with craven speed as if he was explaining it to an audience of critics. "...more study...I can't draw any conclusions."
From deep within him rose an outcry, and suddenly he was forced to hold a debate within his own mind, each half defending a side of the argument.
"...It can only be one thing!"
"...RhyDin's past is indecipherable, this could be a local phenomena..."
"What about the Miasma?"
"That proves nothing, Miasma could have formed for any number of reasons."
"And the rift?"
He looked up to see the miasmic rift, normally so silent and indistinct, was warped and discolored.
"I don't know how to explain it...It's never done that before." His voice was low and slightly helpless.
He stared up through those rafter beams for quite some time, his argument retreating into indistinct memories and rushes of emotion. At last, with a confidant swish of his tail, he decided that nothing could be decided on without some caffiene, so he headed downstairs to the main room for some tea.
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Post by King Nicho Klojhen on Oct 22, 2003 21:17:18 GMT -5
After a seemingly endless time of tavelling along the remnants of the evil's passage, the boy begins to feel a strange pulling. It was much like the pull of the Gateway, where all souls go after a time, to Beyond.
This wasn't the Gateway though, it was something else, something wrong. Used to resisting the pull of the Gate, he continues on, one hand going to the sword at his right, 'Moonbeam.' Made for him when he was four, he has pretty much outgrown it, yet the properties it holds for the Ghostmaster make it priceless in this realm. As he draws the blade, bright light shines forth all around him, shadows are chased away, allowing him to see the 'rift' from a distance.
It could only be a rift or a tear in the very fabric of existance, only a being of vast power could have caused this. Something to cause even the Ghostmaster to fear. He raises the sword higher, stepping closer to get a better look, yet staying back far enough not to be pulled through.
Streamers of the aether whisk through the rift like smoke through an open window on a windy day. As he watches, Nicho witnesses a soul being sucked through, drawn, if such were possible, back to the land of the living. Who could say what form it would take there, or how many years it would take the poor soul to get back into the aether and hence pass on as it should? And more than that, how many other souls would be damaged or influenced by it?
Well, that settles it. Besides the rift that needs closing, these souls must be hunted down and returned, not to mention the creature or thing that created the rift. Nicho was going to need help. This was something even the Ghostmaster could not do alone.
Sheathing the sword as he retreats far enough away from the rift to attempt to contact others, the people of GoldenMyst. He closes his eyes and sends his spirit into the main hall of the castle.
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Post by King Nicho Klojhen on Oct 23, 2003 2:23:25 GMT -5
(This was concluded in an adventure, see this week's newsletter for the report.)
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