Eredan's World

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All pieces are on the board and the black king moves ...

For several weeks Néhantistes hidden in a city of Yses worked hard to assemble a comprehensive plan. Their goal: to perpetuate the chaos caused by the civil war in the Draconia. At present, the town was under their control, the most important people obeyed blindly Aerouant who benefited from the teachings of Edrianne and Amidaraxar. Now the group not taking the trouble to hide and circulated openly. A little apart, on a plot of dirt the Néhantistes took stock of their progress and the result of the plan.

- I am satisfied with you, Amidaraxar said, it is time to take the next step and crucial. Azaram where are the costumes?

- They completed. With descriptions and knowledge of the Draconians Aerouant can not tell the difference between our soldiers and those Arpienne. The illusion is perfect, the Lord Dragon Kastel Levarak there hoodwinked.

- Excellent in this case you will leave tomorrow, said Amidaraxar.

- You? You do not accompany us Amidaraxar? Aerouant asked in a tone of surprise and disappointment.

- No, Edrianne and I set off on another case more important. I entrust the management of the operation. Aerouant, you have progressed well, you are now a true Néhantiste you do to Feel no mercy and it is a value for us because it helps to give the best of ourselves to serve the cause of our master.

Aerouant bowed his head in thanks for the praise.

Amidaraxar Edrianne and had been gone a few hours. Aerouant Azaram and had ordered their army of human puppets to put in place before an immediate departure. One and the other already savored their future victory and the coming battle.

- We still have a little time before leaving, would you drink with me?

Since he became a demon, lost moments Azaram tasty his previous life. This awoke in him a desire for many years off.

- Okay, do this, we may well have a moment of relaxation before our departure.

- Well, I spotted a tavern two blocks away, we will feel comfortable.

The two men walked far, citing the victory, exulting in advance of the mess it would cause in the future and they were preparing for the bloody Draconia. The tavern was empty, all the people, so the clients and the management was in the square, waiting quietly orders of Néhantistes. Aerouant Azaram invited to sit at a table and went to the counter to take a bottle of liquor and two glasses. He slowly put two glasses on the table and began to pour the liquid smell sweet. - This drink, saith he, swallowing the liquid, it is for this day that will remain forever in my memory.

- You exaggerate Aerouant, there will be other days to come will be even more exciting as the day we will return Néhant said Azaram drinking his glass.

Aerouant poured himself another glass fixing Azaram.

- I do not think, for me it is a great day. This drink, saith he to show the devil is my father! Dimizar killed.

Azaram frowned, something was wrong. Aerouant emptied his glass and put it down forcefully on the table. At this time the walls, floor and ceiling shone with a faint glow blue. A person appeared beside them: the Master Mage Pilkim. Seeing this, the Demon Lord is jumped by showing his demon blade. With a sweeping gesture Aerouant cast a spell of light, like a column of bluish light right Azaram. It was thrown against the wall with a crash a few yards behind him. Unable to make the slightest movement he tried to escape by opening a portal demonic and take refuge in the maze. If the gate is opened correctly, however it was impossible for the devil to borrow.

- Unable to flee demon Pilkim said, stepping forward. You can enter this space, but you can not leave, you're like a rat.

- What?! Azaram shouted angrily. How is this possible?! Added he, looking Aerouant.

- Oh! You speak of my heart and stone-made qu'Amidaraxar was corrupted? Asked Aerouant while-known stone revolved around him. Well, this is a true copy of my stone-heart that is currently associated with Dragon. Linkers of the stones have done an admirable job!

- But you have no connection with Dragon!

- Mmm indeed it always has, and that side is I who did the work, explained Pilkim, I just meant that you do not see it.

- It was all planned, including cried Azaram maneuver.

- From the beginning. Draconian soldiers I killed did not die, it was a simulation, it is the same for both wizards Dhun knights who took big risks in this operation. For cons, I really was a good student in the magic of Néhant because I wanted to fight fire with fire. You'll soon understand.

- You're not the biggest fish we want to stop, we have several targets, and you will help us in our task, Pilkim quipped.

- Never kill me if it makes you happy, but I will never betray Néhant!

- Oh, but of course you're going to betray them, even if it is against your will, do not forget that you taught me everything or almost Néhantisme, I know how to bend people to my will, and demons are not immune to this power!

Pilkim took the relay Aerouant and stopped by the magic Azaram whose anger was only amplified. The great grand-son of Dragon used his rhinestone-heart and know the Demon Lord to submit to his will. Mental and magical combat was difficult, but Aerouant prepared for months at this point. Weakened Azaram not able to counter Aerouant and finally lost the battle and found himself motionless, devoid of any thought of revolt, he obeyed more than Draconian. Pilkim released his grip and released the demon.

- Are you ready my friend? Asked he Aerouant. This fight there will be more difficult, and do not forget, it is not to kill the target.

- I have experienced the fate of the Knight Witch Dhun, I can do it without killing the victim.

- Hopefully if this would be useless, kill a demon here is the return in the Meanders and it will one day or another.

- I know. By cons before you start, you're on will start with these demons there? Furnace is also powerful.

- Furnace is next, the tormentors know too much to be left Draconia act. The people are gathered in the village square? They risk nothing? Pilkim worried.

- A priori not, but care should be taken during the confrontation, said Aerouant by showing a spear made entirely of raw and cut crystal in his hand.

Pilkim meanwhile placed on a table in the tavern a little box that was in a canvas bag hanging from his belt. A small "click" later, he took a large stone-heart to purple tint fitted with white streaks. Pilkim closed his eyes and breathed a long few moments.

- Go ahead and ordered him to invoke the hellions said Pilkim.

- Azaram, I want you invoke the demons now known as Nightmare, Pain and Suffering! Asked Aerouant.

Unable to resist the Demon Lord is executed on the field and re-opened a demonic portal, this time in the context of invoking the tormentors. The first to appear for his greatest misfortune was Nightmare. Just materialized before he took Azaram qu'Aerouant by the neck and threw an electric shock to neutralize it, after which he followed up with a spell that crystallized the devil. Penalty appeared in the wake of the portal Néhantique crackling energy. Aerouant rushed with the idea of reproducing the same attack on the demon it unless he stopped, assailed by grief caused by this old wound that is the disappearance of his father ten years earlier . Overwhelmed, he missed his attack and no reactivity Pilkim, Aerouant would have been in an awkward position. Barely jumped to the side and get away from the Draconians two, she lives Nightmare entirely covered with blue crystal and realized that she had fallen into a trap. It was then that the third tormentor showed the tip of his horns, Suffering and pain will was there. Pilkim Aerouant pulled backwards while canceling the effect of penalty, restoring courage and responsiveness to his friend. The two demons analyzed the situation Azaram looked a vegetable and a statue of Nightmare. Penalty without hesitation jumped on Suffering and both are agglutinèrent instantly.

- This could be a hell of a fight, ironically the Master Mage trying to stop the two demons with spells reinforced by stone-heart of Mangepierre Confins.

The transformation was completed in the blink of an eye. Draconians were now in front of them one of the most dangerous demon known so far: Torment. Naturally the demon conjured a snap a stone-heart Néhantique.

- Hahaha, small humans, your magic has no effect on m ...

- That's it ...

The Master Mage Pilkim pulled the chattering of the Devil to turn snapping fingers. Stone-heart Néhantique exploded in a burst of smoke.

- Missed, joked Aerouant jumping on Torment launches forward.

The violence of battle was such that the old building could not resist the power of the devil and the magic of the Draconians. Despite the attacks and the immediate damage inflicted Draconians, they contented themselves strictly follow their plan. Street quickly became a chaos and surrounding houses made it charges. The Master Mage Pilkim wove spells and gradually he made sure to slow down the demon. Meanwhile Aerouant used his magic touch, it quickly crystallized arm of his opponent, then the second. For an hour the city was undermined by this incredible fight but had no other witnesses who attended.

Torment, could not make the slightest gesture. Between Pilkim that held through magical son whose power was immeasurably enhanced by the stone-heart of Mangepierre, and that it was partly covered with crystal it was over for him. Aerouant finished his work there and Torment became a huge block of crystal blue.

- Objective One reached Pilkim said stopping his spells. It was not an easy task.

- He will do well near the fireplace, joked Aerouant laughing. Well, it is finally well. Who we are attacking us then?

- I promised that we Stillblade Moira. It is difficult to catch a demon and finally makes many victims. In the meantime we must continue to believe that you are a Néhantiste while our spies charm and shock us to do a report on what are Amidaraxar and his clique. I'm going to remove all traces of our struggle, the Néhantistes will know nothing of what happened here.

- I hope, otherwise my coverage will be good for the trash.

- Good work in any case, and do not actually Compendium for our friends, they will eventually understand when they have completed their little squabble. In short, your father would be proud of you.

- Oh but it is ... it is ...

Well here's a sloppy translation from Google till Zurg his interesting and joyful  story summary.
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In ten years, Mineptra was no longer the same. The prince's father Metchaf, overwhelmed by old age, had abdicated, and passing the baton to the next generation. Metchaf swept the hegemony of one god to install the old religion of the desert kingdom. The old gods were rediscovered and laws prohibiting their cults were abandoned. New temples were built and some tribes who lived in hiding because of their religious preference settled in the city. Gradually Mineptra found the atmosphere and splendor of a distant past.

- Sorry! Sorry! Screamed the little girl who wore her heart against a papyrus rolled.

At this hour the heat was unbearable for foreigners increasingly visiting the many desert emerald. But for the inhabitants of Mineptra heat was more than a detail, they were accustomed. The little girl ran barefoot on the floor without feeling any burning gene. Its objective was outside the main walls protecting the city from frequent sandstorms. She slipped on the current path from the main road towards an opening between two large rocks in the wall. On the other hand, was isolated and hidden temple Ptol'a recently completed. A statue of the goddess guardian of the afterlife was needed in the middle of a garden swearing because of its luxuriance. The summary irrigation, watering the many exotic plants, allowed such a prodigy. There, before the image of men and women kneeling mourning their dead, asking the goddess to take care of their loved ones in death. The girl stopped running not to disturb and walked to the entrance of the temple, a building half built into the rock and whose visible part consisted of four broad smooth walls. Only the front wall had an opening, a door wide enough for a stretcher when deceased was driving to his final resting place. Indeed, while the funeral rites Sol'ra advocated cremation Ptol'a wanted the dead come back to it by other means. A little intimidated the girl came in, it was cool inside despite the heat outside and torches. The first piece, rectangular lock used when sandstorm, there was also little piles of sand in the corners. An opening similar to the entrance overlooking the main room, a place of worship where the priest officiated Ptol'a. There was not the slightest sound, even the priest, who was there praying before a statue of another Ptol'a, did not produce any noise. When the girl came, the priest paused and looked up at her. Stand up for him seemed to be a real punishment, hours had passed since the beginning of his prayers and he did not realize was. The man grabbed his stick surmounted by the jackal-headed animal guardian of the afterlife and his golden eyes looked at the little girl who was bullied to the point of stay frozen.

- Come here, you have nothing to fear from me. What are you doing here ... Ptana is your name is not it? He asked flit by the end of his long beard. Nice to meet you, I'm Netjhim, Ptol'a priest.

It even more impressed Assistant immobility one widened eyes. She nodded shyly while tending his papyrus.

- I see, I do not mind your silence, but I will have to tell me who sent you, he said in a calm voice and incredibly soft.

- Ha ... Hakim.

- Well, to be thanked for bringing me this letter. The mourners leave me way too much food, see if you like something and then see Hakim returned to tell him that I received his message.

The girl turned to the place where fruits and other victuals biding their time. She chose a meat loaf and went very quickly. Nethjim carefully unfolded the papyrus and read the contents. The nomads had luck and misfortune of owning a writing incredibly sophisticated but often vague. Ie it had little pictograms to mean many things, but at the same time it had a share of imagination and interpretation. However codes exist to reduce this interpretation.

- Why ask me that? Netjhim said as if talking to someone.

- Because it transcends and requires a person who has a good knowledge of the legends of the desert. Said a female voice only heard the priest.

- Like me ... I see. What the Council guilds may want to ruins that dot the desert?

- The Equinox has begun, it will soon be at its peak, mortals are agitated, the dead are increasingly numerous, Ptol'a said to his priest.

- The gods prepare themselves to compete again?

- No, this is something that even we, the gods, do not know the origin. This applies to mortals.

- Disturbing and exciting. I am preparing to travel, the dead await my return.

- On your return we will deal with another problem, equally serious.

- About?

- We will discuss this later, one problem at a time priest.

- I see, goddess.

Netjhim party back alback a kind of big gazelle able to stay a week without drinking a drop of water. With broad, flat hooves the alback moved without much effort. He followed the directions given by the Council asking how this organization got wind of the existence of the ruin he was asked to visit. Was this another Nomadic desert had reported or spies Council browsing the desert? Netjhim had many theories that verify the time comes. And that moment came when he saw a camp where he had to go. Many people came out of two large tents when it happened. Their clothes showed their origins: Guardian of the temple servants, and thus by extension, Hakim. One of the servants hurried to help the priest to dismount before inviting him to enter a tent.

- Welcome ...

- Netjhim, Ptol'a priest.

The man's face was a much less welcoming.

- I see that you are the guardians of the temple servants, whom do you depend? Hakim?

- Hakim yes.

- I see, he is a man ... providing. Tell me about the ruin to which I have traveled far. I have unfortunately little time to give this story you will easily understand that my duties require me to be present at the temple of Ptol'a.

- Okay, in this case not long, it is just two dunes away.

- I see ... I'm with you.

Netjhim servant and left the tent to go in the direction of the sun began to fall on the horizon. Shortly later they had traveled the distance to the famous ruins. Apparently it was nothing special, it was a very large door that there was only a fighting on both.

- Well? A simple door? It bothered me for that?

- I understand your surprise but if the door has nothing exceptional appearance, know that this is where we are is special.

- What do you mean by that?

- I'm a royal historian, I studied each region of the desert and their history as far as I could. Except that we are in one of the most depopulated and passed without notable facts. That door is there, but there was no habitation around, no palace, nothing that justifies it is here.

- I see ... You did well to tell me this, I felt a little rushed.

At that moment another servant called rummaging around. He seemed to have found something interesting.

- Look! Watch! said the servant, showing a hole he had dug.

At the bottom there was a bright object, historian jumped and cleared the find.

- What? Asked Netjhim piqued by curiosity.

- There are several things ... and a skeleton. This is a man in armor!

- Please, release it, the priest asked the two servants.

Half an hour later the skeleton was recovered and taken to the camp where the men of the desert would be more comfortable to examine. This warrior measured two meters and the line indicated that his armor had to be very slim.

- Let him speak ... whispered voice Ptol'a to Netjhim, he did not join the afterlife.

Netjhim then used all his knowledge and asked the servants to leave the tent, he was left alone with the dead. After defeating his armor, he set up the skeleton on cots, and then began a prayer Ptol'a. The goddess granted his priest the right to contact the deceased's soul before it does in grasp. He felt that the warrior was there, but warns the goddess, magic was the cause of his death.

- What do you want, man? echoed the voice of death.

- Who are you?

- I can not tell you because I'm do not have the right.

- Who took away this right?

- This I can tell, were creatures around Guem, those who eat stones.

- What is this door?

- This I can say is the door of the Infinite, it was broken in a great battle.

- When?

- Even before you must tread this earth.

- Where this door led?

- I can not tell you because I'm do not have the right.

- I see.

- Let me go now.

- One last question, are there others like you in the land of Guem?

- Yes, there are others.

- Now go, leave this physical world and share in the afterlife.

Night fell on the camp, the group gathered around the priest to know the consequences of this case involving everyone. Netjhim finished writing a report to the attention of Hakim and advice to inform them of discoveries. Once finished, he turned to the royal historian.

- Tell me, what do you know about the origins of desert emerald?

- Nobody knows, there is no story, and no writing on the origins of the desert, only a multitude of theories sometimes eccentric.

- I think that door was there long before our civilization.

- Everything is possible, but how have the heart net? asked the historian.

- There are people who could tell us, I made a recommendation to this effect to the guild and the Council.

- Provided that one has an answer quickly, we will continue the excavations tomorrow Netjhim, maybe is there another door panel somewhere and other skeletons kept intact beneath the sand.

- I see. And I thought back to Mineptra tomorrow, I think I'll just extend my stay here.

this seems like a good dooms day plan for Amidaraxar.
but because  mages are used for this plan i believe it might get interpreted by the stranger group.

everyone will miss you but , good luck at your new job.

your wish has been granted.
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what happens if you get an error apply with a guild , accepting guild invites ?

feerik does give us events and are considerate to us most of the time or all the time.

I do believe that this was very good try on this method for the event  and thanks for feerik and also for listen to are suggestions.
the one thing i believe should of been done would be way for some new player to get one free event card and  roll back the sales to 50% or 60% but, they had to complete all the event objectives for the free card.

side note for the troll :http://forum.eredan.com/viewtopic.php?id=47685

still again thanks for the event!!!