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hehe. Omar's rough time has nothing to do with adventuring. Put the figurine away and put some ointment on the overworked organ.

Ubik seems quite nervous, sitting in the main control room of the Planar Sphear. He has managed to cover his traces - till now. Nobody really knows ( ) that he is the new master of the Planar Sphear - except the Cowled ones (actually a couple of them), and they are messed up in this game of power, so they wouldn't dream of telling anyone. They want a share of the prize...
Still, covering up traces might prove just not enough. Eventually his enemies will find out excactly where he is and - maybe, just maybe - even what he is planning.
When that occours, he must have the power to confront them. And his - immense, once - powers, are returning, slowly.
He send out his trusted familiar to find some of his allies. He wanted to meet Waverly - after getting him out of the prizon, they didn't have the chance for an "in-depth" conversation. And he wanted Gruntboy, as for this situation he needed the skills of a brilliant thief.
The other allies he has gathered upon his return to Atkathla, are not needed now, so they aren't summoned. But there is another ally, that could prove to be usefull in many aspects.
The exiled Drow, Viconia. The wicked Viconia, the mistress of darkness and pain, who is currently sleeping (err... Drakron, Drow DO sleep, don't they?) in another chamber of the Sphear. She is a great asset for our cause, he thinks... if just she can be controlled in a way...
His thoughts are being interrupted by one of his Stone Golems.
"The visitors you expected are here, master"
Ubik smiles evily and nodds
"let them in..."

Another Golem appears
"An intruder was located, trying to use the secret entrance. What shall we do with him, master?"

Damn, who might that be, Ubik asks to himself... Maybe a spy of the opponents...

"Get him... alive... and bring him before me", he commands the stone giant.

Moments later, the large room is crowded with four men and 5 golems...

"Well, well, well... isn't this my old friend Weasel?"

(to be continued)
(to be continued)

(I'm basing this on you teleporting me there)

Weasel stands still....

"Yes Ubik I have come....I can feel the winds stirring,trouble is brewing. Sides have to be chosen and here I am. Command me."

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The Defender of Truth

"Weasel, the corpses of those you betrayed and prayed upon, could fill the roads of this city... What in the nine hells would I want from you? Nobody called, nobody asked for your help. Why are you here? No, no, don't speak right now, there are desicions to be made and I shall not be the one to rush them. I have to guide my ...trusted followers here. One of my servants will show you the way to your cell... uhm... chambers..."

(to be continued)

Waverly assesses the situation and decides he does not like it much. He attempts to lighten the mood and divert attention by throwing Weasel to the wolves...

Waverly: "Tell me, Weasel is it? Why do you sneak in like a shadow, a theif? <hoping his point is made> You come to 'receive orders' and 'choose sides'. Perhaps you can tell us why you believe there are sides to be chosen or orders to be given?"

edit: sorry Ubik, didn't see your message before sending that bit over. He can reply or not, or I may have taunted him as he is led away.

[This message has been edited by Waverly (edited 01-23-2001).]

I sit here in my pad cell..(chamber )...thinking was this the right decision and knowing there couldn't have been no other way. Ubik didn't fall for my plan.The others taunt me. I will bid my time for now.

(Good team don't try to rescue Weasel)

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The Defender of Truth



[This message has been edited by Weasel (edited 01-23-2001).]

@Okay, point taken Ubik. I was just looking at the sitution like a paranoid detective. If it seemed like I was trying to force a conflict, apologies. Keep in mind though, how often do you see a Mage (Regardless of allignment) give someone money? Most Mages tend to be a bit selfish, and cold towards others. (No offense to Mages out there). Anyway, I'm trying to fill the role of an experianced Paladin, who has seen too much deceit in his days. Better to be cautiour you know. In light of what you said, though. I will retract that last post of mine, and leave it at watching the CC. I will try not to orce combat for awhile, but no gaurentees. I tend to like the combat aspect of RPG's, so, it'll be hard to restrain.

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I am the defender of the light! The champion of Justice! And the slayer of really big lizards!

Magus:...And I think I'll have a different place than the Planar Sphere for my home...it'll be called The Rift.

Magus:...It was a bad time for mages, and because of the public outcry, I was forced to flee the Planar Sphere, and set up my new home here

Ubik: Errhmm... Waverly, if you haven't noticed, the Planar Sphear is OUR lair!

Waverly: Sh!t! I got confused by an earlier post by Magus.

Me:...very interesting. I agree with Ubik.
Ubik:We have come up with a new alignment, Moronic Druncen, huh?

Just messing with you Waverly, as I've seen you already doing with me.

@Aegis: Try to hold your horses, eh? This isn't meant to be a "one vs. all" story. You DO have teammates, who are eagerly awaiting word from you. Trust me, you'll live longer.

@Weasel: So you sided with the evil ones...I'm not sure whether I should be sad or glad

@Alienbob: I'm curious to what you'll do next...

@Waverly: Rigged your own place...ROTFLMAO

@Ubik: Tell me if you think Magus knows too much...I thought the info I got from Aran was reasonable.

@Trip-Wire: Magus wasn't anticipating magical armageddon to be unleashed! He seriously underestimated Ubik's power, and payed dearly for it... Magus is a mage, and may act somewhat selfish and secluded at times, but he's good at heart.

(The Story- Be warned, it's a doozy! Only Fallout and Trip-Wire really need to read it all. The rest of you can browse it if you like. Give me feedback on whether you think a post of this length is appropriate.)

Fallout the barbarian listens as his yell fades. Annoyed, he strides to the door to give it a good pounding, and runs smack into an invisible forcefield. "By Torm's Bloody Fist, damn your blasted hide Magus!" he swears.
"Ha, ha, Magus is a grand receptionist, isn't he?" chimes a smooth, melodic voice. Fallout spins around, freeing his sword. He sees a colorfully adorned bard, whose clothing contrasts strikingly with his obvious experience in battle. He walks gracefully, despite his heavy burden of armor, and the pommels of two beautifully adorned blades peek out from their sheathes at his side. "No need for that, my friend. I suspect you were summoned by one of his invisibile stalkers as well?"
Fallout eyes the little man suspiciously. Then he remembers...this one had declined to fight the evil Ubik. Disdain wells up in Fallout, and he thinks...coward... But all of this is forgotten as a voice echoes in their head. It is soft and snake-like, both maleovelent and...hungry
The master awaits...
Fallout and Trip-Wire spin around, only to find...nothing. Then they see it...right between them. The mist-like shape is almost invisible, but for the ruby-red eyes that stare into the onlooker's soul. It is a foul Hakeashar. Both wonder what the years have done to the once ambitious but good mage, but their thoughts are quickly interrupted. A gleaming golden doorway suddenly appears in the obelisk, and the Hakeashar glides through the doorway, and into the seemingly fluid darkness that spanns the opening. When the pair hesitates, the red eyes appear in the doorway, beckoning, and challenging... Suddenly, their limbs seem to move of their own volition, and the pair, like it or not, know that resistance is futile. They enter the swirling blackness, and darkness envelops them .....................................................................................
Suddenly, the pair emerge into a vast city. Ornate buildings, of the same flowing, dark purplish hue as the obelisk, tower all around in a great semi-circle around their rear and sides. The sky is a light purple, and the fluid ground a dark violet. Several delicate fountains, carved in the likeness of the greater gods, are scattered amongst the buildings. In front of them lies a beautiful garden, extending as far as the eye can see. On the horizon towers an exquisitely shaped pyramid, narrow and curved, of a dark bluish color that contrasts with the sky. The two stare bewildered at their surroundings. Then, they spot someone nearby, close to the entrance to the garden. A beautiful elf maiden, clad in a white sleeveless mage robe, is studying a pretty flower bud on a strange bush. Neither one recognizes her, but her beauty catches their breath. Her skin is a creamy white, and her hair a golden yellow. Her face is marked by several curving blue tattoes, which only seem to accent her loveliness. Then something about her strikes the pair...her hair shines golden, as if touched by the sun...even though that would be logically impossible in the purplish light of the alien sky. Upon closer inspection, her entire body seems to radiate a faint golden aura...a strange revelation indeed. She doesn't seem to notice them. The pair wonder what to do...

Sidenote @Fallout+Trip-Wire: Feel free to explore my little fantasy world...but don't converse with "her" until you're ready to meet Magus (and try not to put any words in her mouth) Walk up to her and initiate conversation, and I'll respond by having her take you to Magus. I won't be back until 5:30 PM board time tomorrow, so you'll have to wait for me once you approach her. Oh, and tell me if you are offended that I "played as" your characters. If you are, I'll never do it again. I'm just experimenting right now. I tried to "play" them as I thought their personalities would be. Most of it wasn't dialogue anyway.


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...Magus
Level 18 young Half-Elf Conjurer, Neutral Good, resident of The Rift, bitter foe of Ubik

[This message has been edited by Magus (edited 01-23-2001).]

Alienbob walks through the city with a dull gray robe over his armor so as not to attract too much attention. he turns off a side street and enters a dark and secluded alley. as he waits, the dark shape of a man detaches itself from the wall and moves towards him. The thief stops still hidden in the shadows and studies the former paladin warily.

Alienbob- "Sorden, i have another job for you. one which i dont think will be too difficult for one of your skill."
Sorden- "You're flattery is not needed, i only care about you're gold."
Alienbob- "And you shall have plenty of that my friend. i need to contact a man named Weasel. He used to be a cavilier-"
Sorden-"yes i know of whom you speak. how much will you be paying me for this?"
Alienbob- "5000. but i also want you to keep an eye out for an evil necromancer named Ubik and his friends."
Sorden- "you have a deal."
Alienbob- "Where can i find you when you have secured some information?"
Sorden- "I will find you."

He disappears back into the shadows and in moments Alienbob is alone in the alley.....

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Be all you can be in the Bob Army.
Death to Anti-Bobs!
Console Gamers Suck!


[This message has been edited by Alienbob (edited 01-23-2001).]

Weasel sits in his chamber (cell) wanting his food (cookies) and wonders if he will ever see day light again.

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The Defender of Truth

@Weasel: Here are your cookies *Hands three cookies to Weasel

Aegis stood outside of the CC. He felt the rain begin to fall upon his shoulders. He listened to the dull drumming of each drop on his the hard steel of his armour. He pet Tag on the head, scratching behind his ear, then moved on, Tag following shortly.

As he walked, he felt as if he were being watched by an unknown party. It made him feel uneasy, and he made a silent prayer to Torm. As he walked, he had hoped the feeling would leave once he exited the slums. It did not. Out of pure impulse, he began to head for the Gates of Athkatla. He knew not why he did so, he just felt an overwhelming presence forcing him outside the city.

Once outside the gates, he realised he wasn't mistaken when he though he and Tag were being watched. As he stood in the clearing in front of the massive Iron grating of the Portculis to the city, a figure emerged from no where. It was transparent, and almost impossible to see. It was an Invisible Stalker...

Aegis: (Loosens his sword) What do you want?

Invisible Stalker: Your presence is... requested... (The Stalker spoke in hissing tones, chilling Aegis down to the spine)
You are to meet at a Tower, North of here. Be careful though. It is protected by powerful magics.

Aegis: (looked skeptically at the Stalker) And what is the name of this "master" of yours?

I.S: He is the Mage, Magus.... Go now. He will not wait for you long, Paladin!

The stalker then faded into nothingness, leaving only trace wisps os haze in the direction Aegis was to travel.

Aegis looked to Tag, who only licked his chops, and then to the North.

Aegis: Well, Tag. Looks we're going on another trip.

Tag barked in response, and followed Aegis closely as their journey began. Aegis wondered why this Magus wished to see him. Also, if it were only him that was summoned...

(It took some doing, but I managed a post where didn't try to get killed! I think I deserve a cookie!

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I am the defender of the light! The champion of Justice! And the slayer of really big lizards!

Trip-Wire gazes around this strange inter dimensional space and is intrigued as well as inspired. He takes hold of his lute, which is strapped to his back and slowly starts strumming.

He turns to Fallout, "I don't know where Magus is, I guess we just hang around and wait - I am going for a stroll - he will find us when he is ready. I still have a bitch of headache, I might try and catch some zzz's before he gets here."

With that he makes his way into the huge garden not even checking if Fallout is following. He finds a shady spot under an outlandish tree, near the elven girl and sits beneath it. It doesn't take long before his gentle playing of the lute lets him nod off.....

Gruntboy sits in a comfy lounge chair in Ubik's sphere, still trying to clean the filth of his boots of stealth.

GB (to himself) - Why we had to crawl through the sewers I'll never know. These were bloody expensive boots. I thought I'd learnt all there was about thieving and moved on to combat. Oh well...

Waverly - I guess even fallen paladins don't learn the black arts. It was too easy for the Golem to catch Weasel. What is he up to?

Late entry into the fray. Forgive. Just found the thread.

Rail frowned in silence as he watched Weasel disappear with the strange teleport spell. Damn him! What was he thinking? He walked right into that! Lips pursed in frustration, he pondered over Weasel's motives, and got nowhere. No surprise there!

All the same, Rail was hardly sure of his own motives, or where his own allegiance lay. He could feel the winds of change blowing across the slums like the beginning of a sandstorm, but who were the players? Again he frowned and shook his head. Too many powerful participants for his comfort, but too many just to sit back and observe for long.

Magus! He'd heard the two thugs mention the name as they passed. It was a name ha hadn't heard in a long time. How would the mage look upon him now? Rail remember a time when he had helped the mage in an epic battle in the past, but that was when he was still aligned with the cowled wizards. Those same wizards had since betrayed Rail, and the man had a large hand in undermining their power to their current state of unstability. Many a cowled wizard has ended up pitted upon his blade. Could he ever trust a mage again? He doubted if he would ever be given the chance. His reputation was not favorable among magic circles, and he was fine with that.

Shaking his head, he knew he should have stayed following that paladin and his dog, but from the reaction of the knight, Rail could tell man had used his detect evil on the two strangers exiting the CC, and it was no ordinary evil. Besides, constantly paying attention so the shifting breezes to aviod being detected by the dog was getting annoying.

As if summoned by his very thoughts, Rail caught sight of the paladin he had seen outside the CC. The gods must be smiling on me today, he thought.

He moved, and it was no more than a shadows's whisper, blending from shadow to crowd in the blink of an eye. Average of build, with dusty brown hair, green eyes, and a non-descript cloak he blended in to the crowd and began to follow the paladin toward the city gates. Someone must have answers, and the Paladin was a good place to start. He'd have to be careful with this one, though.

Rail, human Assassin CN, Level 24
Str 15, Dex 18, Con 16, Int 12, Wis 17, Cha 8
Wearing:
The Night's Gift, +5
Cloak of Balduran
Bracers of Invis. (Invis on command)
Ring of Gaxx
Ring of Spell Immunity, Divination (Immune on equip)
Belt of Inertial Barrier
Boots of Speed
Long Sword +3, Impaler (same as spear)
Short Sword +2, Defender
Darts of the Swarm (splits into several non-magical darts when thrown- 1/3 number of thrower's level)
Amulet of Mag Resist. 10%

Let me know if anything's not kosher. I put no mirroring items and will change whatever is necessary. I'm gone for the day, but will post more tomorrow.

[This message has been edited by Rail (edited 01-24-2001).]

Editing my char so that I can take a serious part in this adventure:

---figurine of pleasures becomes tattoo of disintegration (disintegrates Omar automatically if polymorphed into drider or other monstrosities; Omar will disintegrate himself if he gets caught by Lloth's priestesses with no chance of escape)
---no more fooling around with nymphs in the CC: he is now resting (after his first meeting with Ubik) in the Crooked Crane in the City Gates Area (no one knows this or that he is a Drow except Ubik and co.)
Short biografy coming quickly!

PS: Do not think that I am mad/pissed at you guys,'cause I am not
I am doing this of my own free will in an (hopefully not vain) attempt to get back in business

@magus " The master awaits... " lets soften master a little. And no i dont offend. you can play with him. But dont let him be a vampire. (finished reading Ravenloft yesterday)
Thanks to Nighthawk Flails of Ages added to inventory.

Ahh magus you always like surprises. Hope i dont get bored from this one day. I wish your meals wont be as your invite.
"As you wish " says Fallout. But TrIp-WiRe looks astonished and walk away.
" Uh Magus didnt lost his taste about girls " murmered looking at elf. After a detailed look his opinion changes a little.
Yes she is very beatiful but seems weak. I bet she cant resist to a warmly hug. Hahahaa. Where are you Jaheria i miss you.
Our relations did't continue much but.....

He slowly approches to elf and gather his strengh to talk such a beauty.
" Erm.. Agg hi milady. I am Fallout. Who are you. Where is Magus. I cant see Aegis and Melosh-tar too. Where are ..... "
Suddenly relized he is talking too much and dont listen any answer.




[This message has been edited by fallout (edited 01-24-2001).]

Now you are going to get all serious on us, Omar? Keep the Nymphs, or we are going to seriously suspect you of being a do-gooder

Yeah, hurry up with the nymphs to the planar sphere - you feel a strong mental calling to arrive and share them with your co-conspirators...

Omar's background:
Omar was born about 150 years ago as a secondboy of House Badh'Manh in Menzoberranzan. He got the same upbringing as every lowly noble male:constant beatings by his Matron Mother and sisters teaching him to be obedient/submissive to females, respect/fear Lloth,females run the place etc. etc.
Omar went to the fighter academy at the age of sixteen, graduated at the age of 55. He came out as a true Drow warrior: cruel,cunning,selfish,suspicious,powerhungry and filled with a hatred against all other living things, especially surfacers. He did not value the lives of others,he would even slaughter children if he felt like.
First thing he did after his graduation was assassinating his elder brother to become the firstboy of the house. Two years later he killed his younger brother (just over three months old) with a poison; securing his own station very early.
To be continued...

Waverly likes nothing about his situation. He somehow knows that if he doesn't do as Ubik asks, he could find himself back in prison in no time. Or worse: while the Cowled Wizards probably would have had him moved to Spellhold, the Master at Arms was probably serious about skinning him alive. He is less at ease than Gruntboy, and prefers to stand. He braces himself for another speech filled with "we must have the power!" and "do the master's bidding", by the abyss he hated these speaches. But, best to appear eager since he had no choice.

Waverly: "Speak Pubik, er, Ubik"