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- Hauntess
- Comet's storyteller
- Ypsy O Yew
- Covenant of Blood
- Kholoth/Gowron
- Zwack
- Gor'bladz
- Pict Hedgehog
- Misc
Kholoth/Gowron's Tales
Part One
by Gowron
The early evening moonlight was shining through the towers of the Bortas monastery. In front of a large circle of stones a warrior and a cleric were meditating around a campfire. The warrior shivering in cold, since he has not eaten for three moons, was mumbling some ancient mantra: Kahless, show me ... the path of now and forever, the ... path of the warrior. It was the day of the black moon, every five hundred moons the moon of Quonos turns black. The cleric finished grinding some herbs in a mortar to make a potion. Take this brother, he said giving the potion to the warrior, it will help with your visions. The warrior quickly quaffed the potion and returned his focus to the centre of the circle of stones. He kept repeating the same mantra over and over. A couple of hours passed and then the moon slowly started to turn black.
Suddenly the warrior stands up and starts walking towards the centre of the circle of stones. Kahless, you ... have come!, he said. A tall man appeared with an bright aura around him. The moon was completely black, and the man he called Kahless spoke in a deep voice: Gowron, I have returned from Sto Vo Kor to show you the path of now and forever, go through that red portal, your destiny lies there. Kahless then disappeared, and a red portal appeared in the middle of the circle of stones. The cleric was speechless, not every klinzhai has a vision of their greates warrior. Come with me Kholoht, Gowron spoke, and he then slowly stepped through the portal, the cleric followed him...
Five moons have passed, since they arrived in this land. Gowron was still unconcious from the lack of food and water. In one of the rooms of the Empath Abbey a monk and Kholoth were talking when a man entered. I brought you the herbs you asked Kholoth, he said. You are a kind man Lord Candax, in behalf of Gowron I thank you, Kholoth replied. The cleric started grinding and a short time later he completed a potion. He made Gowron drink the potion, and soon he opened his eyes. Welcome back brother, said Kholoth.
During the next few moons, or days as these people call it, Gowron and Kholoth were resting and learning about this world. They learned of the arcane arts, the law, the people and Kholoth continued perfecting his talent of creating potions. While reading in the royal library, Gowron stumbled upon the teachings of a man, Blackthorne was his name. A Lord of this land, the one who opposed the current king. He found the principles of Chaos very attracting and inspiring. During his studies of Chaos, he learned scribing as well.
Being a warrior, Gowron also needed to stay in shape. He often went hunting with his friend, Lord Candax. One day in a place deep under the earth named Shame, they stumbled upon a man. The man was badly wounded and in need of aid. Kholoth then quickly grinded a potion and applied it to the man's wounds. Without knowing he helped a fellow who was labeled a criminal in the eyes of the law. Kholoth also became one. Soon after three warriors on horseback enter the area where they were hunting, all of them holding a shield of Order. Knowing that Kholoth and the man were criminals, they attacked them. Lord Candax then quickly started chanting Vas Rel Por and a blue portal appeared. They managed to escape, barely. Seeing how the three man attacked Kholoth without even asking what he did, Gowron saw the failure of Order. One can not follow a law blindly without tolerance. These men were using the law as an excuse to kill. Gowron decided to become a Chaos guard and teach people about tolerance...
... to be continued ...
Rebirth: The Wisp
by Kholoth
Near the Serpent's Spine mountains, south of Yew, a tall man was running through the forest. He was nervously looking around for something. Arriving at a clearing he stopped. He opened his spellbook and started chanting In Jux Sanct. A magical aura surrounded the wizard. In a blink of an eye he started casting another spell. He was making intricate movements with his hands that looked like a pentagram. In a short time the stench of sulfur surrounded the area. After chanting the power words Kal Vas Xen Corp the ground in front of the wizard started to crack creating a small rift in the forest clearing. Then suddenly a red hand emerged from the rift. Slowly moving upwards a gigantic red demon appeared. The rift started to close and the stench of sulfur was riding away with the sweet breeze.
Speaking in a deep voice the demon spoke to the wizard: I am at your service ... master. The wizard looking up to the demon replied: Excellent, I have work cut out for you, Kholoth replied. Pointing to a small source of light the wizard spoke again: I need a vial of elder wisp remains for one of my experiments, we need to kill it, follow me. The wizard quickly rushed towards the wisp and yelled: Umbriel kill it! The next moment the wizard opened his spell book and chanted Kal Vas Flam. A cone of fire struck the wisp. The small yet powerfull creature turned his attention to the wizard. A small magical missile hit the mage. He was not hurt because of a spell he casted earlier but he underestimated the wisp. The glowing creature was moving quicly towards him releasing bolts of pure energy directed at him. The demon trying to make his way between the mage and the wisp to protect his master, failed. Desperatly trying to cast another protection spell he was interrupted by a blazing cone of flame. His body was burning and in extreme pain. Digging through his pouch in panic, he grabed a potion and drank it. He survived barely the first volley from the wisp. His potion gave him enough strenght to somehow resist the next attack by the wisp, giving the demon enough time to close in on the glowing creature. The demon drew a gigantic sword and got ready for battle.
The mage on his last ounce of strength started slowly chanting the words In Vas Mani. His body surrounded by magic started to heal at a very fast pace. His burn wounds dissapeared, he slowly started to gain back his strength. The elder wisp meantime was getting an edge over the demon. Then suddenly the wisp chanted An Ort directing a wave of energy towards the demon and the demon vanished. The demon did what he had to do despite failing to kill the wisp. The creature was slowly fading towards death. As a final blow the mage began casting another spell. A lightning hit the elder wisp and a flash of light surrounded the area. The mage covered his eyes for he not wanted to be blinded by it. Looking at the remains of the wisp he slowly looked up towards the sky. A cry emerged from his throat, echoing in the area. The soul of the elder wisp is now in Sto-Vo-Kor.
Quickly he grabbed a vial from his pouch and carved some of the glowing remains of the wisp. He then chanted Vas Rel Por and stepped through the gate that just appeared. He was back in Yew, near a small house in the forest. A tall strong man was cutting wood near the house when the mage approached and spoke: Is Gowron around Skaven? he asked. Nay, he left with Lady Kayla to the Kinship, Skaven replied. Kholoth was planning something when Skave spoke again: I must return to my work if ye don't need me Kholoth, I got a lot of things to do. All right, I also have some thinghs to take care off, the mage said. Kholoth then entered into the house.
Kholoth removed a rug in the corner of the room. Looking around he chanted the words Wis Quas. A small hatch appeared in the corner that was covered with the rug. He opened it and descended into. A cold breeze defiled upon his face, it was much colder down here than in the house above. He lighted a lamp and placed it on the small table in the corner of the cave. In the middle of it there was a block of ice with a frozen body in it. Opening a small chest behind the ice cube, he carefully placed the vile with the elder wisp remains in the chest. He took a small book out of the chest and started writing in it:
Day 42: I finally found the essence of energy, the most difficult part. Vials of water, fire and earth are ready. One more task likes ahead: finding the element of blood. I guess I won't be able to do this alone, I need to find people to watch my back in the dreaded place Shame. Then I can try the rebirth ritual.
Sitting down on a chair he started concetrating and chanting some ancient mantra. Suddenly a ghost appeared in front of him. Kholoth made contact with the nether world. The ghost slowly moved towards the cube of ice, then Kholoth spoke: soon my friend, soon... The ghost disappeared and Kholoth went back up the stairs into the house. He chanted the power words: Vas An Lor. The hatch suddenly disappeared and the wizard dragged the rug on top of it. He then entered a room and disappeared...
Rebirth: The Search for Blood
by Kholoth
With a worried look on his face, Kholoth was sitting in his cave writing to his journal.
Day 84: My search for the element of blood ended in total disaster. I never thought that those beings made out of pure blood were so powerfull. The blood of some fallen mages made them extremely deadly when casting. I managed somehow to mark a rune in the middle of their lair. I will try returning again later today or tommorow, with two demons this time, but I need to rest for now.
Finishing the entry, he returned to his room to rest.
Meanwhile somewhere in Yew, the thundering sound of a smith's hammer interrupted the tranquility of the coastline. Skaven was working again to complete an order for the local ranger guild. A pile of chain armor was near the anvil. The smell of burning coal and molten iron surrounded the house. The smith was working hard into the night, when someone entered the house. Good night Skaven, Gowron said. I need thy services, we just came back from an expedition from dungeon Shame and my armor badly needs some repair. Leave them here, I have to complete an armor order before I can repair it. I shall seek to it tommorow morning, Skaven replied. Gowron then slowly removed his armor and placed it in a bag. He then drew his sword and placed it on top of the same bag. Suddenly Skaven had a terrified look on his face, he stared at Gowron. The sword was entirely covered in blood. Oh...don't worry, I didn't kill anyone, except a being made out of pure blood, said Gowron. They are made of the blood of fallen warriors, they are called blood elementals. I see, Skaven replied, I was scared for a moment, a man with your powers could vreak havoc if angered. Smiling, Gowron replied: I'll see you tommorow then friend. He then made intricate movements with his hands while chanting Kal Ort Por. A moment later he was gone. Skaven then returned and continued his work.
The next day, in the early morning sunlight, Skaven was chopping some wood near his forge. Suddenly a blue moongate appeared and a mage quickly jumped out of it. The man badly injured, grabbed a potion from his pouch and drank it. His wounds slowly started to heal. Recognizing the wizard, Skaven approached him. Kholoth? asked Skaven, what in hell happened? Still shaken, he replied: I failed again, I don't understand how those blood creatures can kill two demons. Taking a deep breath he continued, I will never succeed ... they are too powerfull. Looking suprised Skaven replied, are those creature elemental bloods or something like that? Suprised Kholoth answered, Aye, blood elementals...how did you know that? Well your brother came to me last night asking for some repairs, his sword was entirely covered in blood. He said it was from a blood creature he had slain somewhere in ... well a place I forgot it's name. Kholoth almost jumped up from what he heard. I need to see the sword Skaven, he said, please, it's a question of life and death. All right, but make it quick, Skaven replied. They quickly entered into the forge and Skaven took out the bag with Gowron's armor. Kholoth took the sword and took an empty vile out of his pouch. He then put some of the dried blood in the vile. You might want to look away, this ain't gonna be pretty, Kholoth said. Skaven out of curiosity refused and watched closely. Kholoth lifted a piece of dried blood and tasted it. His eyes lightened up, and he almost jumped off of joy, this is it, finally! He then quickly took a rune out of his pouch and casted a spell on it. He disappeared. You are welcome, Skaven mumbled something. Crazy wizard, one day he will blow his house up.
The cold breeze defiled on him when he entered his cave. He then took out his journal and wrote:
Day 85: After 85 days, I finally assembled all the components of the spell. I need rest to cast it. I also need to read more of this ophidian ritual, I don't want to create a beast. I am heading to the Britain library.
Kholoth closed his journal and placed it with the vile of blood in the box behind the cube of ice. He then started making intricate movements with his hands and chanting Vas An Ort Ylem. The box was surrounded with a magical aura and a rune appeared at the place of the lock, it was locked...With a worried look on his face, Kholoth was sitting in his cave writing to his journal.
Day 84: My search for the element of blood ended in total disaster. I never thought that those beings made out of pure blood were so powerfull. The blood of some fallen mages made them extremely deadly when casting. I managed somehow to mark a rune in the middle of their lair. I will try returning again later today or tommorow, with two demons this time, but I need to rest for now.
Finishing the entry, he returned to his room to rest.
Meanwhile somewhere in Yew, the thundering sound of a smith's hammer interrupted the tranquility of the coastline. Skaven was working again to complete an order for the local ranger guild. A pile of chain armor was near the anvil. The smell of burning coal and molten iron surrounded the house. The smith was working hard into the night, when someone entered the house. Good night Skaven, Gowron said. I need thy services, we just came back from an expedition from dungeon Shame and my armor badly needs some repair. Leave them here, I have to complete an armor order before I can repair it. I shall seek to it tommorow morning, Skaven replied. Gowron then slowly removed his armor and placed it in a bag. He then drew his sword and placed it on top of the same bag. Suddenly Skaven had a terrified look on his face, he stared at Gowron. The sword was entirely covered in blood. Oh...don't worry, I didn't kill anyone, except a being made out of pure blood, said Gowron. They are made of the blood of fallen warriors, they are called blood elementals. I see, Skaven replied, I was scared for a moment, a man with your powers could vreak havoc if angered. Smiling, Gowron replied: I'll see you tommorow then friend. He then made intricate movements with his hands while chanting Kal Ort Por. A moment later he was gone. Skaven then returned and continued his work.
The next day, in the early morning sunlight, Skaven was chopping some wood near his forge. Suddenly a blue moongate appeared and a mage quickly jumped out of it. The man badly injured, grabbed a potion from his pouch and drank it. His wounds slowly started to heal. Recognizing the wizard, Skaven approached him. Kholoth? asked Skaven, what in hell happened? Still shaken, he replied: I failed again, I don't understand how those blood creatures can kill two demons. Taking a deep breath he continued, I will never succeed ... they are too powerfull. Looking suprised Skaven replied, are those creature elemental bloods or something like that? Suprised Kholoth answered, Aye, blood elementals...how did you know that? Well your brother came to me last night asking for some repairs, his sword was entirely covered in blood. He said it was from a blood creature he had slain somewhere in ... well a place I forgot it's name. Kholoth almost jumped up from what he heard. I need to see the sword Skaven, he said, please, it's a question of life and death. All right, but make it quick, Skaven replied. They quickly entered into the forge and Skaven took out the bag with Gowron's armor. Kholoth took the sword and took an empty vile out of his pouch. He then put some of the dried blood in the vile. You might want to look away, this ain't gonna be pretty, Kholoth said. Skaven out of curiosity refused and watched closely. Kholoth lifted a piece of dried blood and tasted it. His eyes lightened up, and he almost jumped off of joy, this is it, finally! He then quickly took a rune out of his pouch and casted a spell on it. He disappeared. You are welcome, Skaven mumbled something. Crazy wizard, one day he will blow his house up.
The cold breeze defiled on him when he entered his cave. He then took out his journal and wrote:
Day 85: After 85 days, I finally assembled all the components of the spell. I need rest to cast it. I also need to read more of this ophidian ritual, I don't want to create a beast. I am heading to the Britain library.
Kholoth closed his journal and placed it with the vile of blood in the box behind the cube of ice. He then started making intricate movements with his hands and chanting Vas An Ort Ylem. The box was surrounded with a magical aura and a rune appeared at the place of the lock, it was locked...
... to be concluded ...