There has been storys of many that come from the City of Sshamath, This one is of Val'feng the drow boy that became Necromancer and Charnag Maelthra.
Threw his eyes his life will be revealed and the struggles he will face, the powers he will posses with the help of many in the City that is Sshamath.
Chapter one .
Threw study comes knowledge as the Fearns in the schools taught him at a young age. With that he would write on his desk with parchment and quil in candle light, remembering the teachings of the fearns there.
Not allways paying attention to his teachers he would stay with his notes while in class going over many lectures , but still in some ways listening to them none the less while in class .His favorite where the lectures on death and the dealings with the dark side of the weave.
Smileing to himself as a child and to himself as a student of the School of Necromancy, the voice would wake him from his day dreams of the past.Val'feng are dos listening to the lecture ust am teaching here? As Alur Amon taps his fingers on the desk in his class room. With a sudden jolt and his scrolls flying everywere he looks up from the ground and were his desk use to be, the burn marks cover the ground as well as his cloths .
His life in the school was tough and filled with trials no regular fearn could of imagined, still he went on with it and his learning of his new art. Many cycles would pass for him as he went on with his studies and tasks given to him by Alur Amon. Many times he would go in front of the Alur and many times he would be dragging himself out of the class room or his office a bloody mess. Still determined not to give up he would pick his battered corpse from the floor and stare into the eyes of the abyss.
While cycles went by like blood flowing from a vain so did Val'fengs trials and many errors, but with time comes reward and power. With every passesing cycle he grew stronger and stronger and the Alur watched him grow . Under Alur Amons personal teachings he would gather knowledge and unleash his arcane power apon the beings of the Underdark.
Val'feng grew strong very fast with little knowing who he was .....and then he met Izzorgol....
Val'feng Of Sshamath
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With every step comes knowledge or lack of, with every breath comes life or death, with every person you meet comes friendship or an enemy. This is the way of Sshamath the way of life here in the city unless you had a sellable trait or item.
Chapter two .
As long as he knew with his own thoughts the schools and there Fearns were the leaders of the conclave, many more so than others as Val'feng seen it. His knowledge of the schools were minor but the stories that came from the streets were real as his own life.
Many times he would watch the fearns from many schools come threw the market buying many wonderous items . Some mundane in nature as herbs and salves, some more in power which he knew nothing about but egarly wanted to know.
As years slipped threw his mind as sand threw an hour glass he looked apon a drow with a burning emblem apon his chest and years of causeing death in his eyes.With the words seeming to choke out of his mouth he spoke knowing the stories and history on this one from tales of others in the streets.
Vendui Val'feng ...As Izzorgol spoke as if he knew him all his life or had followed him threw his learnings of the weave and stayings of Sshamath its self. Only staying perfectly still knowing that the weapon master of the Charnag Maethra knew who he was , all most all the time that was a bad thing and all knew that .
With all his strength he looked him in the eyes knowing where he was from and the teachings he had taken from Amon himself. With a bow of the head not takeing his eyes off of him, Vendui...dos know who ust am?..Asking with much caution as he looked to Izzorgols weapons ,but makeing sure that he was not to insult the weapon master that he heard of only in stories.
Ust am Val'feng of the School of Necromancy...as he spoke with the conviction as one fighting for his very soul, Izzorgol looked apon and said....Xas ...ust know who dos are and ust am here to give dos a offer that will change your life. With those words and knowing that he wasent going to die that very moment he looked into his eyes and exhaled a breath of relief.
As Izzorgol talked to him many thoughts and images came to his dark mind, the thought of death while Izzorgol was cutting him limb from limb. The many thoughts of his teachings with the Alur Amon , plus the many beatings he endured along his travels with the school of necromancy. With all this he could only look apon Izzorgol as he talked , with only nods and the sheer fright of moveing he seemed poised and under control.
It seemed so fast as he spoke with words of power and respect, he only could here this as he went on. With burning eyes Izzorgol spoke....dos will speak with the S'utrions Maelthra Cel'lith...as his heart seemed to explode inside of him at the words he spoke . With only a bow and the thought that he would become one of the few that would be known in the conclave as someone.He kept his resolve and maintained his poise, Xas ...bellados .
For many cycles he waited his turn to speak to Cel'lith the S'utrions Maelthra of the City of Sshamath.
Chapter two .
As long as he knew with his own thoughts the schools and there Fearns were the leaders of the conclave, many more so than others as Val'feng seen it. His knowledge of the schools were minor but the stories that came from the streets were real as his own life.
Many times he would watch the fearns from many schools come threw the market buying many wonderous items . Some mundane in nature as herbs and salves, some more in power which he knew nothing about but egarly wanted to know.
As years slipped threw his mind as sand threw an hour glass he looked apon a drow with a burning emblem apon his chest and years of causeing death in his eyes.With the words seeming to choke out of his mouth he spoke knowing the stories and history on this one from tales of others in the streets.
Vendui Val'feng ...As Izzorgol spoke as if he knew him all his life or had followed him threw his learnings of the weave and stayings of Sshamath its self. Only staying perfectly still knowing that the weapon master of the Charnag Maethra knew who he was , all most all the time that was a bad thing and all knew that .
With all his strength he looked him in the eyes knowing where he was from and the teachings he had taken from Amon himself. With a bow of the head not takeing his eyes off of him, Vendui...dos know who ust am?..Asking with much caution as he looked to Izzorgols weapons ,but makeing sure that he was not to insult the weapon master that he heard of only in stories.
Ust am Val'feng of the School of Necromancy...as he spoke with the conviction as one fighting for his very soul, Izzorgol looked apon and said....Xas ...ust know who dos are and ust am here to give dos a offer that will change your life. With those words and knowing that he wasent going to die that very moment he looked into his eyes and exhaled a breath of relief.
As Izzorgol talked to him many thoughts and images came to his dark mind, the thought of death while Izzorgol was cutting him limb from limb. The many thoughts of his teachings with the Alur Amon , plus the many beatings he endured along his travels with the school of necromancy. With all this he could only look apon Izzorgol as he talked , with only nods and the sheer fright of moveing he seemed poised and under control.
It seemed so fast as he spoke with words of power and respect, he only could here this as he went on. With burning eyes Izzorgol spoke....dos will speak with the S'utrions Maelthra Cel'lith...as his heart seemed to explode inside of him at the words he spoke . With only a bow and the thought that he would become one of the few that would be known in the conclave as someone.He kept his resolve and maintained his poise, Xas ...bellados .
For many cycles he waited his turn to speak to Cel'lith the S'utrions Maelthra of the City of Sshamath.
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As the winds in the tunnels change from cycle to cycle so does the direction of many with opertunities handed to them on a plate of gold.
Chapter three.
For a time now Val'feng dreamed of haveing power since he joined the School of Necromancy, studying under Alur Amon and gaining his knowledge on things. But it wasent an easy task not by a long shot , many times he would feel the sting of Amons power for failure.
With the passing of time Val'feng knew what he wanted and strided to obtain that power. With a shake of his head he snapped out of his day dream as he sat in the office of the S'utrinos Maelthra Cel'lith. Watching him in his large chair while he smoked apon an ivory pipe he could only imagine the things this person has been threw to obtain such a place in the City
For hours it seemed Val'feng was tested , in mind and body as the S'utrinos Maelthra wanted to make sure he was no one that he needed to get rid of later down the road. As with Sargtlin Izzorgoll tests , he knew he could not and would not fail them . One could only guess what would be ones fate if that were to happen.
With the coming of Val'feng the student of Necromancy so came the new Charnag Maelthra member as he was handed his new robes . With the shinning emblems apon his chest so was the emblems of the School of Necromancy on his shoulder. With no fear he stepped out from the Charnag Maelthreas and began his climb threw the ranks of the city.
Chapter three.
For a time now Val'feng dreamed of haveing power since he joined the School of Necromancy, studying under Alur Amon and gaining his knowledge on things. But it wasent an easy task not by a long shot , many times he would feel the sting of Amons power for failure.
With the passing of time Val'feng knew what he wanted and strided to obtain that power. With a shake of his head he snapped out of his day dream as he sat in the office of the S'utrinos Maelthra Cel'lith. Watching him in his large chair while he smoked apon an ivory pipe he could only imagine the things this person has been threw to obtain such a place in the City
For hours it seemed Val'feng was tested , in mind and body as the S'utrinos Maelthra wanted to make sure he was no one that he needed to get rid of later down the road. As with Sargtlin Izzorgoll tests , he knew he could not and would not fail them . One could only guess what would be ones fate if that were to happen.
With the coming of Val'feng the student of Necromancy so came the new Charnag Maelthra member as he was handed his new robes . With the shinning emblems apon his chest so was the emblems of the School of Necromancy on his shoulder. With no fear he stepped out from the Charnag Maelthreas and began his climb threw the ranks of the city.
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Keeping your friends close and the Females of the Quellars closer. Val'fengs interest in the Females of the Conclave, what a tangled web they weave.
Chapter four.
As the cycles rolled on and his new station is the city many began to notice , many more were the females of Quellars. He didnt really care or take notice as his symbols of the School of Necromancy and the Charnag Maelthra gleamed and shinned in the darkness of the city.
He took great pride in his accomplishments plus it took great duty to gather information for the Conclave. With his network growing and the others he employed only to himself, the knowledge of the city was layed out to him on a silver platter. Any thing he needed to know about the goings on of the city he was informed, and so was the Sutrinos Maelthra .
But the interesting information was on the Females of the houses of Lolth. He didnt understand there brutal ways , since he grew up in Sshamath and didnt witness the fearce ways of Lolth and her Priestesses.
Drapped in armor with hints of skin noticable set in places that made him look he would watch them, as they talked down to there Males of there houses and made there remarks of how worthless the males were to them.
Many times he would watch this brutality as the males would only kneel to them in the tunnels of the Underdark. With that knowledge he would test them , he would test his new found power of the conclave. With every chance he would go up to them and see what they would do or say, some would not demand anything knowing there place in the ciy. But there were others that were aparently well known in there little world and thought highly of them selves.
Those were the ones he liked to get into 'discussions' with, they were the ones he enjoyed talking to . The fierceness they have in there voice and he would talk down to them as they would him. Other males in many of the houses could not believe it as this skinny male would assert his authority over them. With open threats he would take it all in as he made reports and wrote down names , Funny thing is alot would not give up names knowing full well he had the backing of the Charnag Maelthra on his side and the only student of Alur Amon in the School of Necromancy.
With the passing of time and many 'aggressive discussions' they would find out the hard way who Val'feng is . Many times Izzorgoll would be notified of 'disgruntal' Priestesses threw offical letters, and many times he would see houes members rushing into the tunnels to bring back a dead female. But there were some that knew there place and what is asked of them in the Conclave, and those were the ones he took total 'Advantage'of.
Chapter four.
As the cycles rolled on and his new station is the city many began to notice , many more were the females of Quellars. He didnt really care or take notice as his symbols of the School of Necromancy and the Charnag Maelthra gleamed and shinned in the darkness of the city.
He took great pride in his accomplishments plus it took great duty to gather information for the Conclave. With his network growing and the others he employed only to himself, the knowledge of the city was layed out to him on a silver platter. Any thing he needed to know about the goings on of the city he was informed, and so was the Sutrinos Maelthra .
But the interesting information was on the Females of the houses of Lolth. He didnt understand there brutal ways , since he grew up in Sshamath and didnt witness the fearce ways of Lolth and her Priestesses.
Drapped in armor with hints of skin noticable set in places that made him look he would watch them, as they talked down to there Males of there houses and made there remarks of how worthless the males were to them.
Many times he would watch this brutality as the males would only kneel to them in the tunnels of the Underdark. With that knowledge he would test them , he would test his new found power of the conclave. With every chance he would go up to them and see what they would do or say, some would not demand anything knowing there place in the ciy. But there were others that were aparently well known in there little world and thought highly of them selves.
Those were the ones he liked to get into 'discussions' with, they were the ones he enjoyed talking to . The fierceness they have in there voice and he would talk down to them as they would him. Other males in many of the houses could not believe it as this skinny male would assert his authority over them. With open threats he would take it all in as he made reports and wrote down names , Funny thing is alot would not give up names knowing full well he had the backing of the Charnag Maelthra on his side and the only student of Alur Amon in the School of Necromancy.
With the passing of time and many 'aggressive discussions' they would find out the hard way who Val'feng is . Many times Izzorgoll would be notified of 'disgruntal' Priestesses threw offical letters, and many times he would see houes members rushing into the tunnels to bring back a dead female. But there were some that knew there place and what is asked of them in the Conclave, and those were the ones he took total 'Advantage'of.
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The many things that haunt you in your dreams most likely will end up killing you in the end.
Chapter five.
In his mind he can see his life as he floats there in the sea of etherealness with all the souls of his past and future. He looks apon them not knowing what they are saying to him as he moves threw the cloud and mist and dream. Like a breaze that flows threw the tunnels of the caves he moves past them as there faces are masked and there bodies are clouded in shadow.
He moves from sceen to sceen of his life as he passes threw time , as he passes threw his dreams and thoughts. Many are of his family before the teachings of the mages schools of the city. How he played in the streets and watched the busy city grow and grow . Where there were wonders around every corner and certain death around others, but that was the wonder of the city of Sshamath.
As his body floats threw the air the vail of more rushes past him , the faces of ones he knows past by him one after another. The many faces of the city he calls home the many faces of his life. He watches as his life unfolds before him in a gray mist and fog. The many lives he knew as friends and others he would try to distroy, they would only look at him as he passed them in this haze of dreams .
Watching the chaos that passes by him, grabing at him , clawing at his very soul , he trys to turn and run from the mist and dark fog. With every muscle in him he struggles to move , he feels his heart beating in his chest as the black mist gets closer to him. The many black arms and biteing teeth come closer to him with no effort as he struggles to run. He lets out a rage of terror as the blackness starts to cover him before the very ground seems to drop from under his feet.
Falling threw nothingness he can feel the breeze on his face as he looks around . Only seeing blackness he screams in terror his body flails about like a person swimming in water, he is slow and every effort to move seems hinderd. As he feels the weight of eternity apon him he can see a glimer of light as he falls , the glow of a green light as it gets closer and closer. With all his might he puts his hands in front of him to stop himself as he enters the top of the city falling.
He holds his breath and crosses his arms in front of his face right before he hits the ground . As one eye opens and his arms still covering his face he looks around , the surroundings are familiar to him. His shakeing wont stop as his arms come to his side and he looks apon his own body , as it rests in the school under the watch of the Alurs. He looks apon himself for many minutes it seems, at the damage his body had been caused. He moves forward to look closer in the green ooze his body floats in.
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As he moves closer to inspect the body it sits straight up as if it sees him and grabs him pulling him into the tube of green glowing ooze. The tub violently move back and forth for a couple of seconds, then it stays still as the green ooze stops coming out . As the Alur turns her head for a second a hand grips the side of the tub lifting the contents of it out silently. When she turns back again only the wet foot prints of Val'feng remain on the floor as they exit the room.
Chapter five.
In his mind he can see his life as he floats there in the sea of etherealness with all the souls of his past and future. He looks apon them not knowing what they are saying to him as he moves threw the cloud and mist and dream. Like a breaze that flows threw the tunnels of the caves he moves past them as there faces are masked and there bodies are clouded in shadow.
He moves from sceen to sceen of his life as he passes threw time , as he passes threw his dreams and thoughts. Many are of his family before the teachings of the mages schools of the city. How he played in the streets and watched the busy city grow and grow . Where there were wonders around every corner and certain death around others, but that was the wonder of the city of Sshamath.
As his body floats threw the air the vail of more rushes past him , the faces of ones he knows past by him one after another. The many faces of the city he calls home the many faces of his life. He watches as his life unfolds before him in a gray mist and fog. The many lives he knew as friends and others he would try to distroy, they would only look at him as he passed them in this haze of dreams .
Watching the chaos that passes by him, grabing at him , clawing at his very soul , he trys to turn and run from the mist and dark fog. With every muscle in him he struggles to move , he feels his heart beating in his chest as the black mist gets closer to him. The many black arms and biteing teeth come closer to him with no effort as he struggles to run. He lets out a rage of terror as the blackness starts to cover him before the very ground seems to drop from under his feet.
Falling threw nothingness he can feel the breeze on his face as he looks around . Only seeing blackness he screams in terror his body flails about like a person swimming in water, he is slow and every effort to move seems hinderd. As he feels the weight of eternity apon him he can see a glimer of light as he falls , the glow of a green light as it gets closer and closer. With all his might he puts his hands in front of him to stop himself as he enters the top of the city falling.
He holds his breath and crosses his arms in front of his face right before he hits the ground . As one eye opens and his arms still covering his face he looks around , the surroundings are familiar to him. His shakeing wont stop as his arms come to his side and he looks apon his own body , as it rests in the school under the watch of the Alurs. He looks apon himself for many minutes it seems, at the damage his body had been caused. He moves forward to look closer in the green ooze his body floats in.
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As he moves closer to inspect the body it sits straight up as if it sees him and grabs him pulling him into the tube of green glowing ooze. The tub violently move back and forth for a couple of seconds, then it stays still as the green ooze stops coming out . As the Alur turns her head for a second a hand grips the side of the tub lifting the contents of it out silently. When she turns back again only the wet foot prints of Val'feng remain on the floor as they exit the room.
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Waiting for things to come .
Chapter six.
Many cycles come and go for Val'feng as he sits on a balcony over looking the city . He sits back in his chair made of the bones of many that he has slain, the shadows gaurd him as his arms are folded across his chest. He looks out over the many that go here and there in the city, His hood is low so only his lower part of his face can been seen.
As a mist begins to form on the side of him blacker then the void of the abyss , he looks over slowly to watch the blackness take shape in a pair of eyes. What is it that dos want ust am busy , cant dos see that .As Val'feng takes a cup and begins to sip from it , has he returns back to watching the city.I have come to you my master to see if you have any need of me ?As the eyes shift in the blackness and the mist becomes red.
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The mist seems to form around him as the eyes postion it self in front, the ink like fog seems to roll over his body as he watches it in front of him. Val'feng flicks at the red mist as he takes another sip from his cup and looks at it straight into the eyes. What ...? what do dos want ust have nothing right now for dos, no bodies for dos to devour no souls for dos to take . The city has been quite... there has been nothing as of yet .As the red mist seems to flow all around him.
Im just here to see you Val'feng to watch you as you sit here watching the city you Love so much. The shadows talk of many things this cycle , they speak of death and decay. You like death and decay as do i Val'feng , we are one in the same you and I . We do enjoy to torture and kill those below us dont we Val'feng , those that dare betray or get in the way right Val'feng.As the mist speaks to him for many minutes he holds his cup in both hands just listening to it.
As the door of his room is knocked apon he looks over to see who would bother him as the mist begins to disapear. Enter ...! enter what is it now dos are bugging me .As the door opens slowly enters a Female in a silk dress, she moves threw the room as if glideing threw the air. Her perfume swirls around her as she comes closer towards him moveing like a dancer of many years practice. She just takes his hand and with no effort she leads him into the bed room. As the mist reforms and watches them from the dark in there activities.
Chapter six.
Many cycles come and go for Val'feng as he sits on a balcony over looking the city . He sits back in his chair made of the bones of many that he has slain, the shadows gaurd him as his arms are folded across his chest. He looks out over the many that go here and there in the city, His hood is low so only his lower part of his face can been seen.
As a mist begins to form on the side of him blacker then the void of the abyss , he looks over slowly to watch the blackness take shape in a pair of eyes. What is it that dos want ust am busy , cant dos see that .As Val'feng takes a cup and begins to sip from it , has he returns back to watching the city.I have come to you my master to see if you have any need of me ?As the eyes shift in the blackness and the mist becomes red.
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The mist seems to form around him as the eyes postion it self in front, the ink like fog seems to roll over his body as he watches it in front of him. Val'feng flicks at the red mist as he takes another sip from his cup and looks at it straight into the eyes. What ...? what do dos want ust have nothing right now for dos, no bodies for dos to devour no souls for dos to take . The city has been quite... there has been nothing as of yet .As the red mist seems to flow all around him.
Im just here to see you Val'feng to watch you as you sit here watching the city you Love so much. The shadows talk of many things this cycle , they speak of death and decay. You like death and decay as do i Val'feng , we are one in the same you and I . We do enjoy to torture and kill those below us dont we Val'feng , those that dare betray or get in the way right Val'feng.As the mist speaks to him for many minutes he holds his cup in both hands just listening to it.
As the door of his room is knocked apon he looks over to see who would bother him as the mist begins to disapear. Enter ...! enter what is it now dos are bugging me .As the door opens slowly enters a Female in a silk dress, she moves threw the room as if glideing threw the air. Her perfume swirls around her as she comes closer towards him moveing like a dancer of many years practice. She just takes his hand and with no effort she leads him into the bed room. As the mist reforms and watches them from the dark in there activities.
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Things to come .
Chapter six . part two.
As he leaves the room to wash him self he can feel the eyes apon him, as they watch him move from one room to another. As the perfums and incences of the room fill the air he looks into the mirror. Washing off his face he looks up holding on to the wash basen with both hands . Only smileing to himself the glass seems to swirl with red smoke, as the eyes appear in front of him in the mirrior.
You seemed pleased with your self Val'feng as you leave that female sleeping in your bed, but there is darkness in her Val'feng . She is a spider in the waiting , she is spinning her web and you dont even know it Val'feng.As he looks into the Mirror with a wondering look apon his face.What do dos know of such thing rothe, ust will do what he pleases to whom ever he wants. Now leave me.... As he yells at the mirror then realizes what he had done, looking back into the room to see the female still sleeping .
Grabing some fruit he walks to the balcony and opens the doors to look out onto the city as he wears a long robe . Letting in the little light of the city into his room he looks back at the female , as a slight breeze comes threw and plays with the silk sheets showing the silouete of the female.He only smiles to himself as he bites into the fruit and turns back to the city and sits in his chair.
Chapter six . part two.
As he leaves the room to wash him self he can feel the eyes apon him, as they watch him move from one room to another. As the perfums and incences of the room fill the air he looks into the mirror. Washing off his face he looks up holding on to the wash basen with both hands . Only smileing to himself the glass seems to swirl with red smoke, as the eyes appear in front of him in the mirrior.
You seemed pleased with your self Val'feng as you leave that female sleeping in your bed, but there is darkness in her Val'feng . She is a spider in the waiting , she is spinning her web and you dont even know it Val'feng.As he looks into the Mirror with a wondering look apon his face.What do dos know of such thing rothe, ust will do what he pleases to whom ever he wants. Now leave me.... As he yells at the mirror then realizes what he had done, looking back into the room to see the female still sleeping .
Grabing some fruit he walks to the balcony and opens the doors to look out onto the city as he wears a long robe . Letting in the little light of the city into his room he looks back at the female , as a slight breeze comes threw and plays with the silk sheets showing the silouete of the female.He only smiles to himself as he bites into the fruit and turns back to the city and sits in his chair.
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The weight of the conclave apon him.
His mouth is dry as if someone threw dirt into it , his mind is warped as if he was kicked by a umber hulk. He gathers himself for a second on the ground in a ally he knows not of. Looking by his own hand he sees the bottle of wine that is the culprit. He laughs to himself thinking he is lucky to be alive ...but not lucky enough to face what he must do in makeing a machine to save his city.
He stays there for a bit sitting, thinking about what he is making in the city of Sshamath. The city he has called home for so many years of his life. thinking of the ones raiding his beloved Sshamath and draining the power from it he wants for himself. Damn them he thinks to himself
Trying to get up from the cobble stone pathway he leans up against the wall of a building,dos needs to control your drinking , or dos may end up dead before dos can die for the city.As he smirks to himself, getting up to stand. He steadys himself as he trys to walk off , going threw his mind the work he must do to finishes this .
He stumbles many times threw the ally to get back to the charnag maelthra, and so many times he hears whispers of the one he knows very well. He swings wildly at the air to hit what ever is following him and what ever is talking to him. But he swings only to fall many times at the attempt.
The guards help him to his bed as he sleeps off the pain he must go threw later on activating this device to save the city.... if the Conclave approves of such a device . His mind spins and spins untill he passes out .
His mouth is dry as if someone threw dirt into it , his mind is warped as if he was kicked by a umber hulk. He gathers himself for a second on the ground in a ally he knows not of. Looking by his own hand he sees the bottle of wine that is the culprit. He laughs to himself thinking he is lucky to be alive ...but not lucky enough to face what he must do in makeing a machine to save his city.
He stays there for a bit sitting, thinking about what he is making in the city of Sshamath. The city he has called home for so many years of his life. thinking of the ones raiding his beloved Sshamath and draining the power from it he wants for himself. Damn them he thinks to himself
Trying to get up from the cobble stone pathway he leans up against the wall of a building,dos needs to control your drinking , or dos may end up dead before dos can die for the city.As he smirks to himself, getting up to stand. He steadys himself as he trys to walk off , going threw his mind the work he must do to finishes this .
He stumbles many times threw the ally to get back to the charnag maelthra, and so many times he hears whispers of the one he knows very well. He swings wildly at the air to hit what ever is following him and what ever is talking to him. But he swings only to fall many times at the attempt.
The guards help him to his bed as he sleeps off the pain he must go threw later on activating this device to save the city.... if the Conclave approves of such a device . His mind spins and spins untill he passes out .
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Re: Val'feng Of Sshamath
The machine
After being summoned to the council of the conclave Val'feng gathers some charnag maelthra members , Ul'saurk (warlord)Moksha Ma'fer and Sargtlins (soldiers) Kilrahel Aleurden , Keinozz Hunszrin to gather the machine with the help of drugar warriors. Val'feng heads off to the school of necrmancy with Necromanic Knight Ist'aonar by his side . Val'fengs mind races with excitment as the both walk , talking amonst them selves of the machine and its workings.
The walk threw the halls of the school are long as his chest begins to hurt ,as his heart beats a million times faster then normal. The screams of pain can be heard threw out the school of necromancy , he can only wonder if he is next to feel the agony and pain . His mind runs over the design of the machine and its workings while the others with him express there concerns about it. He can only concentrate at the task at hand , there worries will have to wait or untill he was dead.
The Hall of the council was Grand as the masters all sat looking down apon the lowly drow in front of them. Val'feng and the others with him dropped to there knees and bowed there heads hopeing not to anger them in any way. Any insult or fowl up now would surely cost them there lives, as the eyes of the conclave was apon them now. Val'fengs breathing began to slow as he concentrated on the task at hand, but as soon as the Masters started talking a cold chill ran up his spine.
Master Necromancer Tsabrak of the blood started first, as his pressence was chilling and his voice was full of contempt towards the lowly drow in front of him. All of the masters spoke in and out of turn demanding how they intend to succeed when so many have failed. Val'feng could only smile to himself as the sharp comments and belittleing continued from them. Val'fengs only comment to them was ...usttan has nothing to loose and neither does the Masters of the council , if it doesnt work usstan will be dead.As he keeps his head down waiting for them to answer back.
As the insults go back in forth between the masters and there anger boiling over on the lowly drow below them . They finally agree to let Val'feng test the machine for them , as he stays on his knees untill they were done talking. As the command is given he snaps to attention gathering himself to do the final preperations on the machine. His mind concentrates as the others with him speak to him about there very lives being at stake here, Val'feng can only smile at them.
Val'feng steps in the middle of the machine and begins the activation of it, while he concentrates on the spells and enchantments being spoken. The machine begins to hum and spark , as the members of the charnag and the Necromanic Knight move away far from it. The eyes of the masters fixed on Val'feng watch the power being drawn from the weave and channeled threw him. The machine begins to pulse and an orb of power begins to form in the grand hall of the masters around the device and Val'feng.
He begins to concentrate as the power burns threw him , the raw power of the weave rips threw his soul as he crys out . The energy pulses threw out the hall as the ball of energy grows and grows. His body contorts with pain as he grinds his teeth trying to fix his mind on controling the machine, but there is to much power to control. The machine sends a blast of power threw out the hall sending many to there knees or worse. His mind is filled with pain as he looks apon the masses gathered to watch him, he looks at the faces of his companions as they too seem confused and afraid.
The energy rips threw his flesh and mind as he concentrates , the energy blasts again outward from the orb as many fall or are thrown back . Val'feng looks out as he sees many being thrown like pieces of parchment in a gust of wind. He closes his eyes to concentrate as the energy only grows and the pain fills his body , his only thoughts are on surviveing the test now. Beads of sweat and blood start to fall from his forehead, as he grips his fists tight and yells out in protest to the machine. The screams can be heard over the vast power being given out from the device, as the orb pulses one last time .
He looks at everyone all around him as he can see in there faces the fear, the horror of not understanding what is happening. He gathers himself one last time to take command of the machine , because surely this will be it or be utterly distroyed. He yells out in anger as he reaches outward with his clenched fists , his resolve unshaken as he begins the commands for the shut down of the machine. The machine blasts out one final powerful blast that shakes the foundations of the entire city , killing some in its wake .
His mind drifts like a stream of water in the underdark as the orb of power starts to get smaller and smaller untill it finally disappears. His knees hit the floor of the Grand Hall as he looks towards the others that came with him, as his body falls face first onto the floor in the middle of the machine . His vision goes dark and the last thing he can hear is the humming of the machine powering down before he passes out.
A taste of liquid drowns his mouth as his eyes open in a blur, he hears the clapping of many in the Hall. As he picks himself up and slumps back down on his knees thanking the Gods he survived , he looks around to see the Masters up off there feet clapping and the others next to him that came ..... are still alive. A thin smile comes across his lips as the Masters begin talking to them , but all he can hear in his mind is that he done it. He got the machine to work.....
After being summoned to the council of the conclave Val'feng gathers some charnag maelthra members , Ul'saurk (warlord)Moksha Ma'fer and Sargtlins (soldiers) Kilrahel Aleurden , Keinozz Hunszrin to gather the machine with the help of drugar warriors. Val'feng heads off to the school of necrmancy with Necromanic Knight Ist'aonar by his side . Val'fengs mind races with excitment as the both walk , talking amonst them selves of the machine and its workings.
The walk threw the halls of the school are long as his chest begins to hurt ,as his heart beats a million times faster then normal. The screams of pain can be heard threw out the school of necromancy , he can only wonder if he is next to feel the agony and pain . His mind runs over the design of the machine and its workings while the others with him express there concerns about it. He can only concentrate at the task at hand , there worries will have to wait or untill he was dead.
The Hall of the council was Grand as the masters all sat looking down apon the lowly drow in front of them. Val'feng and the others with him dropped to there knees and bowed there heads hopeing not to anger them in any way. Any insult or fowl up now would surely cost them there lives, as the eyes of the conclave was apon them now. Val'fengs breathing began to slow as he concentrated on the task at hand, but as soon as the Masters started talking a cold chill ran up his spine.
Master Necromancer Tsabrak of the blood started first, as his pressence was chilling and his voice was full of contempt towards the lowly drow in front of him. All of the masters spoke in and out of turn demanding how they intend to succeed when so many have failed. Val'feng could only smile to himself as the sharp comments and belittleing continued from them. Val'fengs only comment to them was ...usttan has nothing to loose and neither does the Masters of the council , if it doesnt work usstan will be dead.As he keeps his head down waiting for them to answer back.
As the insults go back in forth between the masters and there anger boiling over on the lowly drow below them . They finally agree to let Val'feng test the machine for them , as he stays on his knees untill they were done talking. As the command is given he snaps to attention gathering himself to do the final preperations on the machine. His mind concentrates as the others with him speak to him about there very lives being at stake here, Val'feng can only smile at them.
Val'feng steps in the middle of the machine and begins the activation of it, while he concentrates on the spells and enchantments being spoken. The machine begins to hum and spark , as the members of the charnag and the Necromanic Knight move away far from it. The eyes of the masters fixed on Val'feng watch the power being drawn from the weave and channeled threw him. The machine begins to pulse and an orb of power begins to form in the grand hall of the masters around the device and Val'feng.
He begins to concentrate as the power burns threw him , the raw power of the weave rips threw his soul as he crys out . The energy pulses threw out the hall as the ball of energy grows and grows. His body contorts with pain as he grinds his teeth trying to fix his mind on controling the machine, but there is to much power to control. The machine sends a blast of power threw out the hall sending many to there knees or worse. His mind is filled with pain as he looks apon the masses gathered to watch him, he looks at the faces of his companions as they too seem confused and afraid.
The energy rips threw his flesh and mind as he concentrates , the energy blasts again outward from the orb as many fall or are thrown back . Val'feng looks out as he sees many being thrown like pieces of parchment in a gust of wind. He closes his eyes to concentrate as the energy only grows and the pain fills his body , his only thoughts are on surviveing the test now. Beads of sweat and blood start to fall from his forehead, as he grips his fists tight and yells out in protest to the machine. The screams can be heard over the vast power being given out from the device, as the orb pulses one last time .
He looks at everyone all around him as he can see in there faces the fear, the horror of not understanding what is happening. He gathers himself one last time to take command of the machine , because surely this will be it or be utterly distroyed. He yells out in anger as he reaches outward with his clenched fists , his resolve unshaken as he begins the commands for the shut down of the machine. The machine blasts out one final powerful blast that shakes the foundations of the entire city , killing some in its wake .
His mind drifts like a stream of water in the underdark as the orb of power starts to get smaller and smaller untill it finally disappears. His knees hit the floor of the Grand Hall as he looks towards the others that came with him, as his body falls face first onto the floor in the middle of the machine . His vision goes dark and the last thing he can hear is the humming of the machine powering down before he passes out.
A taste of liquid drowns his mouth as his eyes open in a blur, he hears the clapping of many in the Hall. As he picks himself up and slumps back down on his knees thanking the Gods he survived , he looks around to see the Masters up off there feet clapping and the others next to him that came ..... are still alive. A thin smile comes across his lips as the Masters begin talking to them , but all he can hear in his mind is that he done it. He got the machine to work.....
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Re: Val'feng Of Sshamath
Val'fengs fractured mind. Part One.
His nightmares seem to get worse and worse every cycle, as he thrashes about in his bed. The voices speak to him , he hears them whisper his name over and over. He wakes up in a cold sweat sitting up in his bed holding his head in pain. He can still hear it the voice that keeps talking to him, he looks about his room searching for something thats not there. Or is it....
Since the machine these dreams have came to him , this one voice that speaks to him . It gets stronger and stronger inside of him but what is it , what torments his mind so. He walks over to the wash room to clean up , he splashes water on his face and looks into the mirror. As then the red mist begins to form in the glass as the eyes look apon him, it goes in circles around and around inside the mirror .
What troubles this allready troubled mind Val'feng , does your past accomplishments come to haunt you Val'feng . Or is it something else ....Dark....Evil....As there is a long pause once the mist stops talking.Has something captured your mind Val'feng and you dont even know it . Maybe the power your so longing to get and obtain has trapped you Val'feng....With all his Will power he turns and slams one fist into the mirror shattering it to his feet.
His breathing calms as he dresses and gathers his items he will need to patrol the caves of the city. He makes his way threw the streets watching every shadow , watching every corner that is dark . He slips threw the back allys of the city grasping his staff as he shakes his head and begins to speak to him self. With that he blacks out wakeing up to see Yathtaller Cazna standing by him . How strange he thinks to himself as they talk about things he can only agree apon as he holds his head in pain. What has happened, what in the hell is going on and why is this Yathrin next to me talking ....
As he walks off from the encounter clearly in a daze he reaches the tunnels of the Underdark. Passing others on his way he doesnt badger them or hound them like he usually does. He makes his way threw the blackness of the caves as he starts again talking to himself and blacks out. With water being poured on top of him he wakes up in a tub in his room , he looks around as he sees Necromanic Knight Ist'aonar standing there with a empty pitcher .
What in the hell am usttan doing here and why in the hell am usttan all wet with my cloths still on...As he stares at the Knight. Ist'aonar seeming annoyed with the whole ordeal explains to him that he was attacked by a Demon and fought it untill it disappeared and Val'fengs body was laying on the ground. The knight went on and on about being attacked showing the claw marks on his armor and not wanting to putting up with it , as Val'feng seemed to ponder his words for moments as he talked . He could only stand there and try to remember it all, as he turns to talk..If usttan remember correctly Knight dos are still under me and im still your commander.As he holds his head in pain.It is your duty to protect the Fearns of the school of necromancy , as his voice goes to a whisper saying it clearly in pain.
His nightmares seem to get worse and worse every cycle, as he thrashes about in his bed. The voices speak to him , he hears them whisper his name over and over. He wakes up in a cold sweat sitting up in his bed holding his head in pain. He can still hear it the voice that keeps talking to him, he looks about his room searching for something thats not there. Or is it....
Since the machine these dreams have came to him , this one voice that speaks to him . It gets stronger and stronger inside of him but what is it , what torments his mind so. He walks over to the wash room to clean up , he splashes water on his face and looks into the mirror. As then the red mist begins to form in the glass as the eyes look apon him, it goes in circles around and around inside the mirror .
What troubles this allready troubled mind Val'feng , does your past accomplishments come to haunt you Val'feng . Or is it something else ....Dark....Evil....As there is a long pause once the mist stops talking.Has something captured your mind Val'feng and you dont even know it . Maybe the power your so longing to get and obtain has trapped you Val'feng....With all his Will power he turns and slams one fist into the mirror shattering it to his feet.
His breathing calms as he dresses and gathers his items he will need to patrol the caves of the city. He makes his way threw the streets watching every shadow , watching every corner that is dark . He slips threw the back allys of the city grasping his staff as he shakes his head and begins to speak to him self. With that he blacks out wakeing up to see Yathtaller Cazna standing by him . How strange he thinks to himself as they talk about things he can only agree apon as he holds his head in pain. What has happened, what in the hell is going on and why is this Yathrin next to me talking ....
As he walks off from the encounter clearly in a daze he reaches the tunnels of the Underdark. Passing others on his way he doesnt badger them or hound them like he usually does. He makes his way threw the blackness of the caves as he starts again talking to himself and blacks out. With water being poured on top of him he wakes up in a tub in his room , he looks around as he sees Necromanic Knight Ist'aonar standing there with a empty pitcher .
What in the hell am usttan doing here and why in the hell am usttan all wet with my cloths still on...As he stares at the Knight. Ist'aonar seeming annoyed with the whole ordeal explains to him that he was attacked by a Demon and fought it untill it disappeared and Val'fengs body was laying on the ground. The knight went on and on about being attacked showing the claw marks on his armor and not wanting to putting up with it , as Val'feng seemed to ponder his words for moments as he talked . He could only stand there and try to remember it all, as he turns to talk..If usttan remember correctly Knight dos are still under me and im still your commander.As he holds his head in pain.It is your duty to protect the Fearns of the school of necromancy , as his voice goes to a whisper saying it clearly in pain.
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Re: Val'feng Of Sshamath
The work of a Necromancer.
From one cycle to the next it seemed it never stopped for Val'feng . The endless job tasks he has been given , the work he is expected to perform .His tasks multiply by the minute of every cycle as he performs many duties given by the school and the conclave. His mind still at odds from the last project he did for the council members , as he holds his head for a second just to rub it and smiles.
With endless cycles he writes out progress reports , the ink from his quill gets harder and harder to see as his hands begin to ache. His neck throbs with pain being bent over his desk writing for hours and hours to the conclave about endless ideas to make the machine better . His fingers stiffen writing down lists of things to do and new recruits wanting in the charnag maelthra . So much to do as he sighs....
For a second he stops and looks back to a room in the school of necromancy , in the dark were all he can hear is the screams of unknowns. He closes his eyes and breaths in as the screams comfort him , as they seem to sing to him as he works. He flexes his fingers for a moment as he stands and walks off into the other room. Grabing a couple of sharp tools from a table he makes his way threw the door.
Piles of flesh and body parts are every weres , even ones that are still alive are hanging from chains there arms above there head as they dangle and can barely touch the floor. He walks over to his table looking over the new parts of demon flesh that were given to him by "clients".With his finger he touches them , sliding his fingers up and down the decayed flesh.
For hours he works on the one thing that does bring him pleasure , the smell of decay and death fills his nose and mind . He works without even noticeing he is doing so , the skill he puts into each limb and stich exudes confidence. His hands all the way up to his elbows are full of blood and decayed flesh , as he works cutting out what pieces he doesnt need. It takes him cycles to perfect his creation as it lays on the table , he adds the finishing touches of enchantments and spells to bring the construct to attention.
As it stands for the first time its eyes are dark and hollow, its limbs dangle by its sides with huge claws. Its mouth filled with rows and rows of teeth as two horns come out from the sides of its head. The mass of demon flesh stands there in the bloody mess of the room as Val'feng inspects it . As he marvels over it for minutes he looks around the room and looks apon its first victim .
He glides over to the one that is still alive in chains as he softly grabs hold of there chin and lifts it...Wake up ...because on this cycle dos will be free , free of your bonds and torture , free of suffering and pain ...As he turns there head over to the side to look apon the demon flesh golem looking into there soul . The eyes of the bound one gets bigger and bigger as the creature comes forth and begins ripping them apart. Then laughter as Val'feng makes his way from the room and shuts the door.
From one cycle to the next it seemed it never stopped for Val'feng . The endless job tasks he has been given , the work he is expected to perform .His tasks multiply by the minute of every cycle as he performs many duties given by the school and the conclave. His mind still at odds from the last project he did for the council members , as he holds his head for a second just to rub it and smiles.
With endless cycles he writes out progress reports , the ink from his quill gets harder and harder to see as his hands begin to ache. His neck throbs with pain being bent over his desk writing for hours and hours to the conclave about endless ideas to make the machine better . His fingers stiffen writing down lists of things to do and new recruits wanting in the charnag maelthra . So much to do as he sighs....
For a second he stops and looks back to a room in the school of necromancy , in the dark were all he can hear is the screams of unknowns. He closes his eyes and breaths in as the screams comfort him , as they seem to sing to him as he works. He flexes his fingers for a moment as he stands and walks off into the other room. Grabing a couple of sharp tools from a table he makes his way threw the door.
Piles of flesh and body parts are every weres , even ones that are still alive are hanging from chains there arms above there head as they dangle and can barely touch the floor. He walks over to his table looking over the new parts of demon flesh that were given to him by "clients".With his finger he touches them , sliding his fingers up and down the decayed flesh.
For hours he works on the one thing that does bring him pleasure , the smell of decay and death fills his nose and mind . He works without even noticeing he is doing so , the skill he puts into each limb and stich exudes confidence. His hands all the way up to his elbows are full of blood and decayed flesh , as he works cutting out what pieces he doesnt need. It takes him cycles to perfect his creation as it lays on the table , he adds the finishing touches of enchantments and spells to bring the construct to attention.
As it stands for the first time its eyes are dark and hollow, its limbs dangle by its sides with huge claws. Its mouth filled with rows and rows of teeth as two horns come out from the sides of its head. The mass of demon flesh stands there in the bloody mess of the room as Val'feng inspects it . As he marvels over it for minutes he looks around the room and looks apon its first victim .
He glides over to the one that is still alive in chains as he softly grabs hold of there chin and lifts it...Wake up ...because on this cycle dos will be free , free of your bonds and torture , free of suffering and pain ...As he turns there head over to the side to look apon the demon flesh golem looking into there soul . The eyes of the bound one gets bigger and bigger as the creature comes forth and begins ripping them apart. Then laughter as Val'feng makes his way from the room and shuts the door.
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Re: Val'feng Of Sshamath
Val'feng's endless hours of labor and toil have paid off with the crew of engineers funded by the conclave the portable device to his anchoring machine has been created and proven in the stringent tests for it's safety and effectiveness. Although much of the success no longer bemuses the high necromancer... No.. his mind lay elsewhere his thoughts no longer his alone but shared ... but by what? Only his work with the dead and rotting seems to give him any zeal in what he considers an utterly boring existance. There was something more he craved, something missing all of his accomplishments meant little to him since the day he bested the expectations of those cynically elite faerns that called themselves his betters...
The word of the operational prototype is spread to the S'utrinos and his warlords. The gith raiders are on the run. The rouse had worked and drew in a large attack force of githyanki that were decimated during their ill begotten ambush on the charnag's finest. An enemy commander had been spotted in the withdrawl as the drow elite forces move in for the capture and what could be a moment to be remembered in infamy if they succeed in their mission.
The S'utrinos must make his decision on deployment of his forces. The distant and aloof Val'feng is invited to join in the battle to oversee the implementation of the contraption that will strike fear into an enemy that had dared to attack them with impunity.
The word of the operational prototype is spread to the S'utrinos and his warlords. The gith raiders are on the run. The rouse had worked and drew in a large attack force of githyanki that were decimated during their ill begotten ambush on the charnag's finest. An enemy commander had been spotted in the withdrawl as the drow elite forces move in for the capture and what could be a moment to be remembered in infamy if they succeed in their mission.
The S'utrinos must make his decision on deployment of his forces. The distant and aloof Val'feng is invited to join in the battle to oversee the implementation of the contraption that will strike fear into an enemy that had dared to attack them with impunity.