The Ruins of Stormforge

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The Ruins of Stormforge

Postby Ben » Mon Aug 13, 2012 4:28 pm

Stormforge, the city at the centre of the Cloudlit Realm where Accipiter Razorwind had once sat upon a throne of mist, now lay in ruins. All magic had been removed from the island by Velnashar and the floating island had fallen, earth to earth.

Quayle wandered through the city, taking in the sights of destruction and thought about the remains of Dvarni miles below. This place was both a site of great destruction but more importantly, the implement of it. As it was the highest point on the planet, it was also closest to the Sun...to him and his paladin was still king of it despite its destruction. More importantly, deep within he could feel the lava that had once flowed through the Morne Mountain.

He focused on the remains of that buried volcano miles below and willed the lava to bubble and burn, the pressure building more and more. Below him he forced the earth to crack and then, with a great release, lava burst from the ground. He released his control over the mountain and the lava calmed and cooled and he waited.

From this new volcano they came, freed from the ruins of the Heartlands, the Efreet, elementals of fire who had used the Morne Mountain as a gateway into the elemental plane. Of course, the plane and presumably the Efreet now belonged to Onlurin but he and the Lord of Magic had an understanding and they were free to remain here if they wished or return to him when called. They were of less use than what arrived soon after, the race of elves who had once lived within the Morne Mountain, the first released when the Morne Mountain erupted a year ago: the Magma Elves.

The Efreet played while he spoke with the Magma Elves, eventually they agreed to rebuild the city above ground and build their own city beneath and would adopt Quaos as their god alongside Gerethenax.
"And unconscious people always count as willing"

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Re: The Ruins of Stormforge

Postby Ben » Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:34 am

Watching the Efreet put Quayle in mind of Singe, Scorch and Cinder and he smiled as he thought of their playful innocence and how quickly it could turn to murderous rage. Everything burned, everything. His thoughts turned to Dellam Kellbeck, angel of Mamazumo, wings of fire, sword of fire, died in fire. It had been a sad day.

He and Dellam hadn't been close friends but they had both been Larkant, had both followed Uthred and had fought beside each other dozens of times. He had a lot of respect for Dellam and he hadn't desired such an ignoble end. Everyone had escaped the realm of fire...all but one.

All But One.

Oh yes.

He reached out with his mind, beyond the city, beyond the mountain, beyond the Heartlands to Fort Drake and there is was, a ship lying miles from the sea. It had been forgotten for years...forgotten by All But One: Dellam Kellbeck, son of Verack of Maron. Dellam had talked about the ship a few times over the years, about how it had once actually flown but now lay aground near Fort Drake and the Mercenaries had laughed and made jokes and promised that they would, of course, look into it. They had humoured Dellam but apparently he had been right all along.

Quayle disappeared from the mountaintop and reappeared within the ancient skyship. As he wandered the corridors and rooms of the ship he was impressed by how well it had been repaired by the crew but was somewhat disappointed to discover that it seemed to be just like any sea-faring ship except that it was probably airtight when all the hatches were closed. Deep within the heart of the ship he discovered something that you wouldn't find in the average seafaring ship, a crystal larger than a man with tendrils that disappeared into the ship.

He walked around the dull crystal and knew, deep down, that this crystal had once been a powerful, living being and had once powered the ship and linked the ship and crew together. Unfortunately now it was dead which was probably why no one had ever managed to get it to fly again. He reached out and touched the crystal and willed magic into it, slowly it warmed and the dullness was replaced with a fire burning within.

I am the Ailbor

The voice sounded in his head.

"Not any more." Quayle could sense the power within the creature, the evil. It ate souls...a bit like Aratain. He willed more power into the creature, burning away the previous personality and leaving behind a blank slate, a creature willing to please and do what it was told.

He removed his hand from the stone and then undid the amulet around his neck containing a small red stone, an item GIzmo had crafted for him some time ago which, although useful at the time, was of little use to the God of Fire. He concentrated and the stone was duplicated until there were 23 more in his hand which he dropped onto the crystal where they seemed to be absorbed into it. He reached out and touched the crystal once more, activating one of the two dozen stones within.

Flaming Wings, just like Dellam's but of a size appropriate to the size of the crystalline entity whose tendrils reached every part of the ship, burst from the sides of the All But One. With a jerk it broke free of the undergrowth took flight for the first time in nearly 6 years and headed towards Mahtar.

On the side of the ship, the plaque All But One crumbled to ash and the words The Salamander appeared, burnt into the hull.
"And unconscious people always count as willing"

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