{OOC: I think it is I that have been knocked unconscious, and since nothing "much" seems to be happening now - I've written a dream sequence - it is not plotcritical - so you don't have to read it. (it is somewhat inspired by the Bhaal dreams in BG
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Xandax feeling his strength dwindling due the loos of a significant amount of blood falls down onto the floor. Unconscious.
Xandax starts to dream:
Xandax was flying through the air at tremendous speed. Over the land, forests, plains and great cities alike. He knew the land – he was backtracking his decade long journey. Finally he reach a familiar land, he reached home. The keep in Daggerdael he had lived in as a child with his mother and stepfather.
Suddenly a blot of dark energy hit him and he fell to the ground the impact blackened his vision.
When Xandax once again could open his eyes – he was tied to a pole in his fathers tower. A dark dark tower build on dark magic.
“So you thought you could defeat
me, you of all people.”
Xandax saw his father – a hideous figure. Dark magic had deformed him and his face barely resembled that of a human. Even orcs would turn from such a face.
“You are my blood, nobody else – you are
mine.”
Xandax tried to speak but it was impossible.
“Look at your arms – see your blood –
look”
Xandax looked at his arms and saw a dark fluid dripping out of his veins. He wanted to scream but no sound was made.
The figure that was his father walk around Xandax.
“So you’ve enlisted the help of “Ferox” – how quaint.” He laughed. “I forged this sword – decades ago, it is a tool of evil”.
“But who cares really – now you are going to die, so I can return again, like times before you. I need essence – you should realise by now that fighting
me is futile”
“It is time – I reclaimed my blood”
Suddenly a bright light appeared – Xandax saw his mother.
”You will not have him – we have trained him well, he
will defeat you, as he did last time” she said.
“No – he is mine, he is
mine”
Xandax saw the sword – the engraved “Ferox” started to shine with bright white light.
“Look” his mother said to his father “It is starting again”
“
NOOOO HE
IS MINE”
Xandax saw the sword moving on it’s own – it stood hilt towards the ground while the blade pointed upwards – it started to rotate.
“The sword has chosen” his mother said.
The sword flew towards his father and went through him and landed next to Xandax”
Then all became white, bright white – it was impossible to see.
Next thing Xandax saw was a peaceful meadow. He was untied of his ropes. The sword was by his side.
The vision of his mother appeared again.
“Keep fighting – we will be together again when the time is right. It is not yet.”
“But what, where, why, who are you” Xandax stuttered.
“Trust your own mind – who am I”
”Mother?”
“Yes”
“What is this, where am I”
“You are inside yourself – you are home”
“Why am I here”
“You almost died – it was the time for your father to take your essence so he could live again. He failed – your will is strong, but I knew that”
“What is this sword…this “Ferox””
“It is the tool, your father created long ago to help him in his quest for immortality. He imbued it with powerful magic, so powerful that it sometimes becomes sentient – the sword has chosen you now”
“But how…..”
“You will learn. You must also learn to use your amulet. It can be powerful. This is enough for now – you must return, we will talk again when it is time. Head my words though
effingo statua
The words faded out as Xandax once again was flying through the air – this time the opposite way – back to Athkatla.
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Xandax wakes up, gapsing, lying on the floor in the Coronet. He feels his open wound.
"Faisal - we got to get out of here -
now - this mage is to powerfull, we must withdraw.
[ 07-14-2001: Message edited by: Xandax ]
. Kind've a shame I'm not around for it, would've been fun to take part in. (The Dwarf would've been the first to go).
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