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Chapter One

Event from Tacitus

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The surface of Unterstrom appeared unchanged, for bandits, thieves, rogues, and such ilk continued to hold their territories, claiming unspoken authority over the dark disorganized city rife with crime. Deep below the remnants of the keep of Unterstrom, in the maze of catacombs lit by phantasmal and faint blue glows etched into the walls and flickering as flames on torches that had not illuminated darkness in many centuries, ten figures rose. At first they appeared formless and immaterial, like shadows moving of their own accord. Then there were many loud creaking noises that echoed throughout the deep underground labyrinth, screeches of metal against stone. The sources of such painful grating sounds at last arrived at the shadows, where they halted, putting an end to the cacophony but not to the resonating remnants that persisted for several seconds. The shadows paid no heed to the noise, for they felt no such foreign thing as pain. Soon the shadows were picking up parts of rusted metal, pieces of armor and weapons buried beneath the keep among the crypts of kings and heroes. Through black wispy tendrils the shadows grasped the decayed metals, bent them, shaped them, all as the red rust slowly turned black. Shapes formed, intangible shadow became solid metal. When all ten gained definite bodies, the blackness on the rusty metal withdrew, leaving ten armored figures in immaculately shining plate, which reflected the blue glow intensely. The tallest metallic being spoke, and the others listened, "Our powers are restored. Too long we have slept through the ages of wood and stone and steel. Now, it is time for us to return to the surface, for our kingdoms have too long suffered the absence of our rule." The gathering of hollow suits of armor voiced its general agreement, and the ten faded into darkness as the torches and the engravings lost their glow, leaving no trace of what had transpired. Above ground, no one noticed any differences, save for those who were most sensitive to the gift.

Tacitus (Ancient Monarch)

Roleplay from Richter

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In a dimly lit chamber of the Unterstrom crypts, one of the dead kings brooded. It was an anomaly that the dead kings could still brood at all, for most other undead were mindless and emotionless. Richter, once the proud king who ruled in his jewel of Unterstrom, surrounded by the bountiful and fierce woods of Weinschenk and Eisenik, sat on a cold marble sarcophagus, his cold steel body meeting equally cold white marble. The flickering candlelight provided the only light in the deep expanse, though Richter did not care for the light. After Tacitus concluded their meeting after their third revival, the former ruler of the Kingdom of Unterstrom went off on his own to his family crypt for reasons he did not fully understand. Though he had long been dead, inside his hollow metal shell, something in him still burned in cold anger.

Richter (Ancient Monarch)

Roleplay from Medea

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Richter was not alone. A lithe form took light steps towards the sitting Richter, making distinct clicks as her sharp metallic heels hit the old stone floor. The feminine body wore a dark robe decorated with runes that fluttered in the current of an unfelt wind. It created the illusion that she was hovering above the ground. When she was exactly behind Richter, the ancient king of Unterstrom spoke first. "Medea." The voice was flat and metallic, devoid of any feeling. The name was spoken as a matter of fact rather than as a greeting. Medea chuckled coldly with equal indifference. "Sitting here will not help you regain your throne, King Richter." "Leave me." "Oh!" Medea exclaimed in mock surprise. "I see diplomacy must not have been your style as a ruler. Perhaps you might consider it, for you, as a conqueror, are not even close to Iskander of Springdale or Tacitus of Nifelheim." At the mention of Tacitus, Richter subtly shifted. This was caught immediately by Medea’s watchful gaze. "King Tacitus, thinks he is our leader. Quite bold, especially since he has taken such command in Unterstrom. Unless I am mistaken, you were the king of Unterstrom, not Tacitus. When did that change?" "My last warning, treacherous whore. Leave me." There was a sinister venom that laced Richter’s words, which made his voice sound so dangerous that few others could emulate. Medea chuckled again as she backed out of the crypt, her metallic heels steadily fading in volume.

Medea (Ancient Monarch)

Event from Iskander

Message sent to Everyone in the vicinity of Weinschenk

While the others wasted their time planning, Iskander had already left the underground labyrinth to emerge into the light of the surface world. He took in a deep breath, even though he did not need any air to survive. The old habits died hard, and he was satisfied that his desire for land and glory was preserved throughout the many ages he had spent dormant as nothing more than a shadow. He tried to forget about the time he spent powerless, unable to take physical form, able only to observe his surroundings, often which were nothing but impenetrable darkness. He did not enjoy such a condition, nor did he like the many centuries of waiting. If such were possible, he even hated waiting helplessly. But that was all in the past. For now, the great conqueror Iskander of Springdale would once more ride through the lands, adding more territory to his banner. His army would rise once more. The sworn loyal warriors of their great king, who vowed to follow their sovereign to the ends of the earth and beyond the border of life into the afterlife, would be granted their reunion with their ruler. Iskander raised his restored greatsword into the air, reflecting the sun across the backdrop of thick trees. A distant tremor passed through the winds, unfelt by all except Iskander. He looked through the mass of trees into the eastern horizon, and he rode on his steed of unholy steel, thundering towards the eastern end of Dwilight, seeking to meet his eternal army.

Iskander (Ancient Monarch)