abandonedrealms.com 9000
|
|
|
Main Getting Started Classes Combat Economy Roleplay Races The World Help |
|
|
|
History Theran Mystique Player Essays Comic Strips |
|
|
|
Immortals Cabals Players The Graveyard |
|
|
|
Forums IRC chat Community Sites Banners Contact Us |
|
|
|
|
The ancient Mindflayer of Enthema was a very skilled
illusionist. Even at a young age he was creating complicated illusions
some of which even his elders could not recreate. Soon he surpassed
all within Enthema with respect to magical power except the current ancient
mindflayer. The Ancient Mindflayer was the title given to the most skilled illusionist of Enthema. He was called upon often to protect Enthema or punish those who broke the laws of the illithid. The Ancient Mindlayer often lived several generations longer than average illithids and the current ancient mindflayer was nearing his death. The ancient mindflayer realized the potential of the young illithid and decided to test his illusionary prowess. He gave the young illithid many tests involving the creation of illusions all of which were performed succesfully. Finally, the ancient mindflayer gave the young illithid one last test. He ordered the young illithid to travel to the Emerald Forest and find a way to get a nymph into the nude without using physical force. The young illithid, confident in his illusionary abilities, traveled to the Emerald Forest. He promptly disguised himself as a handsome young man and attempted to woo the nymphs. However, they say through his illusion and ran away at the sight of him. Fearing that he would be unable to trick these nymphs, the young illithid thought much about how to proceed. After many days and nights, the young illithid came up with a plan. He took the long journey to the Unlit City and rented their best looking gigolo. He then returned to the Emerald Forest and made himself invisible. He was pleased to see that the nymphs were eager to drop their clothes for this stud of a drow, and soon, the young illithid was surrounded by every nymph in the forest, naked and waiting her turn with the gigolo. The young illithid returned the gigolo to his owner and then returned to Enthema. The ancient mindflayer was amazed that the young illithid had succeeded in his test, and admitted that he had tried many times to declothe the nymphs and failed. The ancient mindflayer then asked the young illithid to recreate a naked nymph and he died from ecstasy at the site of a forestful of naked nymphs. Enthema mourned the loss of the ancient mindflayer, but celebrated when the young illithid, young as he was, was named the Ancient Mindflayer. To this day, the current Ancient Mindflayer remembers the forest of naked nymphs, and if you ask him politely (and possibly give him some gold) he might, just might, show you that wonderful image. The Ethereal Knight, known for prowess with his flail and for his distinctive black armor, lived in Darkhaven, often brawling with its inhabitants. One day, while swinging his flail through the air while telling anyone who would listen his conquests, his flail struck Gasparo. Gasparo's political power caused the Knight to flee from Darkhaven, for even his great battle skills could not overcome the odds against him. He wandered the land day and night challenging all who crossed his path. None could withstand his might and his dark flail. Eventually, his wanderings took him to the dark wood, his armor melding into the surroundings. In the distance he heard the sounds of battle and he quickened his pace. At an intersection in the wood, he came upon a great battle. Soldiers clad in bright red armor were struggling against soldiers in blue. Mages dressed in billowing garments of red and blue hurled spells at each other. Blood stained the forest floor. The Ethereal Knight, clad in his black armor, joined the fray. He struck any soldier who came near him. After hours of fighting, he had slain scores of soldiers and mages from both sides. The two forces, realizing the extent of their losses, began to retreat. Before the Knight could continue his wanderings, one mage uttered a spell so powerful that it trapped his soul in the battle ground. He wanders the battle ground to this day, his flail ready to meet any who challenge him. |
|