Rebirth........

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Rebirth........

Postby Lingo » Mon Oct 14, 2002 2:08 am

As blood splashed on Sir Moridins' gleaming silver armor, Sir Lucin of the Freeport Militia said his last words.<br>"And so i die" Sir Lucin gasped.<br>"Fear not for it was an Honorable Death, in Mortal Combat my old friend" Sir Moridin said with a heavy heart.<br>"Ahh the destruction i have caused! The terrible suffering done by my own hands!"Sir Lucin lamented.<br>"They have been paid for in blood Lucin, YOUR blood.You have repented, and Lord Marr is willing to have u back in is light"Sir Moridin assured Lucin.<br>"Thank you old friend!" "Thank you for being my salvation from this eternity of darkness and torment" Lucin breathed.<br>"Then you forgive me Lucin for doing what had to be done?" asked Sir Moridin<br>"Yes my old friend...i only hope you can forgive me....for what comes to pass......" was Sir Lucin's Last words as he slumped against Sir Moridin's chest.<br> With a heavy heart and tears unashamedly running down his face, Sir Moridin cradled and then carried the body of Sir Lucin out into the daylight for all to see.<br> "LOOK AT HIS BODY!" Sir Moridin shouted<br> " Look and know that this can happen to any of us!"<br>"He was born a decent person and lived most of his life decently......and he died a true Knight's Death...WITH HONOR!" "He will have a Knight's funeral on the biggest pyre we can make, for our Lord Mithanial Marr has spoken and it shall be".<br><br>Later.....................<br><br> The festivities were dying down in the last day of the "festival of freedom". The festival celebrating Lord Moridin's Defeat of the Tyrant Sir Lucin in Freeport.<br>The hero of honor refused to celebrate, and instead mourned the passing of his long time friend...and enemy.<br>While standing at the Tomb of Lucin, Moridin was paying his final respects as he noticed something strange.It had started to rain and become cloudy.The raining and cloudy part was strange in itself.The strange part was that is was 12 noon and not a cloud in the sky for miles just seconds before.It was as if the clouds just "appeared".<br>Knowing full well that this was no natural occurance, Moridin made haste to the Hall of Truth to speak with the diviners stationed there.As he entered the Great Hall of Knowing,Moridin noticed a change.All was not as it should be.He ran frantically and searched the entire structure and not one soul was to be found. No guards. no squires, nothing.<br> Suddenly Sir Lucin's last words struck Moridin like never a blow has struck him before.He ran to his own private manor to check on his family only to be met by his worst nightmares. As Lord Moridin, Hero of the town of Freeport, Knight Marshall of Mithanial Marr, Knight Protector of the East and West Commonlands, and the Conquerer of Sir Lucin, entered his home he collapsed to his knees wordless. For the sight that lay before him had happened. Isa, his wife, had been murdered. Aden, his only child and son, also Murdered. In Blood on the wall there was writing and it read "Sir Lucin". And again the last words of Sir Lucin came to pass...."I only hope you can forgive me for what comes to pass"..........<br> In a rage Moridin let forth power only his God trusted him with.<br>"Burn" Moridin said. The manor and his family burst into blue flame.<br>"Burn" Moridin cried. The upper floors exploded with angry fury.<br>"BURN" Moridin Raged. The Shrine of his God, Mithanial Marr exploded with the Divine Rage that Moridin felt. Rage at his god for letting this happen to one of his most loayal and loved Champions.<br> "WHY MY LORD MARR, WHY?" he cried.<br>No response. Again he questioned, and still no answer.<br> "If my Lord cannot answer a simple question of one of his CHOSEN Vassels, then my Lord is NOT WORTHY OF SUCH WORSHIP!" Screamed Moridin.<br> Feeling betrayed by his God Sir Moridin Turned his back on his home, his city, and left.<br>He mounted his fabled horse, Goliath, and headed towards Kithicor Forest bent on destroying the evil there in hopes of killing himself in the process. Just before entering the feared wood his questions were answered.<br>Lord Marr was standing in front of him and said only, "What must be done, must be done" and vanished.<br> "Your are right LORD Marr"Moridin Sneered<br> "I will do what i must too!" He screamed.<br>With tears in his eyes, he thought back to 30 mins ago, and that made him harden his heart and steel his thoguhts." Lord Mithanial Marr! I FORSAKE YOU! YOU WHO FORSAKE ME AND TURNED YOUR BACK ON ME! I FORSAKE YOU" Cried Moridin.<br> The following second was felt and heard around the world. The Paladins in Erude stopped thier practicing for fear of what they heard.The dwarves of Kaladim Mourned the loss of a great hero, and brother in arms, the timeless Elves in Felwithe and Kelethin, longtime friends of Moridin, wept openly in what they just heard.The Wolves of the North, the tall ones, hung thier heads and closed up trading to mourn the passing of "The Great Hunter", and finally the Graceful Vah Shir, Whom respected and almost worshipped Sir Moridin, named that day "The Day of Passing" , to honor the hero that once was.................<br><br>In the Pantheon........<br> "The Time is here.Finally after all this time" said Innoruk.<br> "But his soul and heart are still pure master" Innoruks' vassel said.<br>"Aye, this i know, but he WILL serve me"sneered Innoruk.<br><br>On Antotica............<br><br> Word spread of the deeds of Moridin after the "day of Passing". He was still doing good deeds, altho his methods were changed forever. Before Moridin would show mercy and give quarter. Now he uses Foerender, His ancient Blade, to exact swift and brutal justice onto the minions of evil and oppresion...........<br><br> Moridin was standing, in the open, in front of the bouncers that guarded the city gates to Oggok. Waiting, with a smile, he sat down and closed his eyes.<br> Now first of all, to the credit of the two bouncers, they didnt flee. Like all ogres who are in the presence of such a mighty foe, they had a messenger run to get backup.<br> "Him to powaful for us to take"<br> "I wait for da res of da barshers to get here"<br>But they didnt need to wait long.<br> Since forsaking his god, Moridin noticed right off that he had lost ALL his powers.Like the ability to detect undead and evil, and to protect himself from said beings. So it was with curiosity, that Moridin looked into the eyes of the vampire that had sunk its teeth into Moridins' flesh.<br>"Finally, Isa, i come back to you" Moridin Breathed.<br> "Hrmph, Your not getting off that easy Moridin" Innoruk chuckled.<br> Moridin awoke in a castle of blackness.He was afraid, he felt more....at home, here.<br>"Thats right Moridin, You and I are Alot alike now. Our anger, our passion for vengence, our HATE" said Innoruk with conviction.<br> "What is it you want of me God of Hate" question Moridin.<br>"Why so formal Moridin? You WILL call me Dark Lord, whether you like it or not." "You deprived me of my prized possesion, so i deprived you of yours."<br>"What are you saying Innoruk" Moridin Intoned.<br>"Im saying,Sir Moridin, IM the one who your family killed." "You see its a simple matter of an eye for an eye"<br>"You actually did the impossible and REDEEMED Sir Lucin. The one i wanted to make my Dark Champion, but alas he was saved and forgivin by that panzy Marr"<br>" If i had Foerender Innoruk You would be NO MORE!" cried Moridin.<br>"Now now moridin, in my own home? Never threaten a god in thier home, its not......survivable." laughed Innoruk<br>"I will NOT do evil for you Lord of Hate!" Moridin said<br>"There is plenty of that on your homewolrd mortal"<br>"Your SOul and heart are too pure for me to corrupt.Have no fears there.Ive tried but failed to turn you." "So i offer you a last hope, Moridin, for the enemys you have made since you forsake Marr have grown tenfold and soon you will face them. The question is do you want to face outnumbered? or a little more evenly?"<br> "What kind of question is that Innoruk? As a soldier yes evenly, but as your vassel? i will NEV...."SILENCE MORTAL AND BEHOLD THE POWER OF INNORUK" Innoruk's voice boomed.<br> Moridin was brought to his knees with pain and suffering, fear and loathing, but most of all hate. Hate comsumed his very body, seeped through his pours, filled his vision.Then as soon as it began, it was over. Shakily Moridin stood and felt.....Power, the pure and unbridled power of fury,of anger, of hate.<br> "Master! What have you done!"cried Innoruks servant.<br> "Silence Fiend or i shall send you come from whence you came!" Said Moridin<br> "Insolence will not be tolera....AIIIIEEEEeeeeee the servant screamed as a black ball of energy burst forth from Moridin's open hand, consuming Innoruk's Servant.<br>"Know this Moridin, you are not a servant of hate, but a servant to yourself. Your soul and heart,sickens me as it does,is still pure.But alos know this, if I cant have you as my Champion then none of my Kin shall have you either!" "I have imbued you with the power of hate, not for you, but for Marr and what you did with Lucin.You will live your life knowing that the power you have is because of YOU. And what you did that fatefull day."<br> "You are no longer Moridin" said Innoruk<br> "You are now called Viruul" said Innoruk<br> "Your fiathful Steed is now changed as well, his name is now Reaver" " I hope you admire the changes in him" sneered Innoruk.<br> "I do not owe alliegence to you Lord Innoruk, but i ow DO owe you my power. From this day forth Viruul will smite the evil and exact justice uopn the wicked...in Lord Innoruk's NAME!" Virrul Declared.<br>" Hehe, I DO so love irony Viruul, but your time here is done." "One more gift before you are sent away" Innoruk said.<br> A red nimbus surrounded Viruul then was gone. In place of Viruul's nakedness was armor. Armor the likes of which Viruul has never seen. It was the color of Blood. Blood, the thing he will cause the most of on the wicked.Fitting is how Viruul thuoght of it. And beatiful. The best armor hes ever had.Viruul jumped onto Reaver and willed himself back to where Moridin died and appeared, to the startled mass of Ogres, out of thin air.<br> Standing Astride on top of reaver in his blood red Armor was more than the ogres can take. They fled back to the safety of thier walls in Oggok, Laughing Moridin screamed into thier backs as they fled........................<br> "FROM THIS DAY FORTH LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I HAVE BEEN REBORN!" <br><br><br>Woe to the evil and wicked that meddle with the forces of light.<br>DEATH to the evil and wicked that meddle with Viruul the force of vengence and justice.<br> <br>From the Kelethin Chronicles in the great library of the keeper of the records. 1105 A.P.<br><br>More to come..........<br><br><br><br>Viruul-<br>Lingo-(semi-retired)<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br> <p></p><i></i>
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Re: Rebirth........

Postby Keldora » Mon Oct 14, 2002 11:30 am

Keldora gulps as she raises her arms and casts a spell of courage and calm around herself. She breathes easier as her teeth stop chattering and her knees stop shaking. By all that is holy in Norrath she thought, what have the Gods done now? Resolving to be ever more watchful of her brother, Keldora fades into nothingness while wispering prayers for the soul of Viruul. <p><img src="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/sammigayle/jeol/kelsig.JPG"</p><i></i>
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Re: Rebirth........

Postby Flintrok » Mon Oct 14, 2002 12:12 pm

Nice story bro, good start to Viruul, nice background!<br><br>/in character..<br>Your methods may be vile, your reasons full of hate, but your heart is true. As long as u use innoruks powers for good then i shall fight by your side...but i will be watching you o Knight of Shadows. Should you turn from the light and let Innoruks power claim your soul, i shall be the one to set you free! <p>Flintrok Ironforge <BR>55th Lvl Knight of Brell<BR>Proud Guild Leader<BR> <a href="http://www.mysticallightfighters.com" target="newMLF">Mysitical Lightfighters</a><BR><a href="http://www.magelo.com/eq_view_profile.html?num=36384" target="newFlint">-=Current Profile=-</a><br>Member of The Mystical Alliance</p><i></i>
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Re: Rebirth........

Postby Ayluen » Mon Oct 21, 2002 8:22 pm

Friend....foe....i am split opnion. Innoruk is my greatest enemy...slayer of my father, if you continue in his wrath, than my wrath will collide with yours...we shall see..."pure" warrior... <p><center><img src="http://home.attbi.com/~boswellbrian/wsb/media/56315/site1029.jpg"</center><BR><a href="http://www.magelo.com/eq_view_profile.html?num=267803">Ayluen Moonklaw</a>:Tunare's Bounty Hunter<BR>51st Pathfinder<BR>Mystical Lightfighters<BR>Morell-Thule Server</p><i>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub78.ezboard.com/uayluen.showPublicProfile?language=EN>Ayluen</A> at: 10/21/02 8:23:44 pm<br></i>
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Re: Rebirth........

Postby Muffinface » Tue Oct 22, 2002 6:08 pm

...and then the wifey came along and pooped on Viruul. <p><a href="http://www.magelo.com/eq_view_profile.html?num=267112">Recycle</a><BR>57 Woodelf Druid in service of Tunare<BR>Mystical Lightfighters<BR>Morrell-Thule</p><i></i>
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Re: Rebirth........

Postby Grishkalur » Wed Oct 23, 2002 1:16 pm

Ok, ok, that was too funny <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :rollin --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/roll.gif ALT=":rollin"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br>Very nice story though, can we see the Exodus as well?<br> <p><!--EZCODE LINK START--><a href="http://www.magelo.com/eq_view_profile.html?num=189929">Grishkalur 61 Oracle of the Tribunal</a><!--EZCODE LINK END--><br><!--EZCODE LINK START--><a href="http://www.magelo.com/eq_view_profile.html?num=260901">Vialaria 51 Vicar of Rodcet Nife</a><!--EZCODE LINK END--><br><!--EZCODE LINK START--><a href="http://www.magelo.com/eq_view_profile.html?num=360720">Choronzon 44 Barsher</a><!--EZCODE LINK END--><br><!--EZCODE LINK START--><a href="http://www.mysticallightfighters.com">Mysitical Lightfighters</a><!--EZCODE LINK END--><br>"For Honor and Light"<br><!--EZCODE QUOTE START--><blockquote><strong><em>Quote:</em></strong><hr>"Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em" <!--EZCODE BR START--><br /><!--EZCODE BR END-->William Shakespeare<hr></blockquote><!--EZCODE QUOTE END--></p><i></i>
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