Mr_Ed7
04-04-2010, 05:09 PM
The Emperor had called forth the masses to take part in an imperial celebration.
It was a Full Moon and it was the dark-folks culture to celebrate such.
The evening had begun as several Full Moon Ceremonies had done before it, with the guild meeting at Darkside Headquarters atop of House Deneith.
Several members attended. Yet some did not bare the customary arms of Darkside, chaos and anarchic blades.
The Emperor noted the lack of protocal, but continued on with the promotion ceremony.
"By the infernal powers infested in me, I Emperor Sicarii Darkhour, The One True Fighter-Wizard, The Warrior Mage of Eberron, Leader of Darkside and Father of the Alliance, promote you from mere Darkside guard to Officer!"
As other celebrations in the past, the guild made the journey to the Phoinex Tavern.
Using his connecitons to the underworld of Stormreach Sicarii was able to utilize the Quik Foot Clan's Training Facilities accesible through the Phoinex Tavern.
During training exercises, something went...wrong.
The Darkside team, the Officers without the regulation blades, the team lead by Black Angel and her monk slaves Orchid Demon and Rat began to attack in earnest.
What was once a training exercise became a fight to the death!
Blasts of purple energy met great beams of light! Violet Fire licked out of casters hands only to be defended by great bright amber shields of energy!
Sword clashed with sword, shield with shield. Curses were exchanged, promises were made.
Even the trusted member of Sicarii's Council, Larec the Witch; her eyes too burned with a treacherous flame.
After the ambush it was clear the rebels had the upper hand. The Emperor and his bodyguard Kessner were pumbled and beaten down. Even the power of the Fire Sorcerer Surething was unable to stop the onslaught.
If it were not for the intervention of Turind and The Thieves Guild of the Alliancce of Guilds, all would have been lost.
After the smoke had cleared fromt the battle, one could see Sicarii and his closest followers had little fight left in them. Just then, Black Angel, with eyes a blaze and palms a glow with an unatural light spoke:
"You call yourself Emperor! You are a mere mortal compared to myself and my servants powers! You should worship me! I am an elite queen! A deite compared to your pathetic self! No longer will we bow our heads to you Sicarii, I am starting my own guild! This will not be a guild of ugly mortals, but a guild of beauftiful GODS! All will worship ME!"
With her words came a crash of lighting, a great bolt from the heavens shot through the ceiling of the Quickfoot Training facility...and Black Angel, her monk slaves and three other conspirators were gone.
The Emperor was furious. He had been touched, STRUCK even by these, these UPSTARTS.
"Oh dear Lolth, they will pay. The blood will flow...cleansing the wounds of this humiliating defeat! Mark my words! I will not rest until they are destroyed! I want all of their names ERASED from the very history of time, until only one guild is spoken of. ONE GUILD'S name whispered on the lips of all...."
"DARKSIDE!!!"
It was a Full Moon and it was the dark-folks culture to celebrate such.
The evening had begun as several Full Moon Ceremonies had done before it, with the guild meeting at Darkside Headquarters atop of House Deneith.
Several members attended. Yet some did not bare the customary arms of Darkside, chaos and anarchic blades.
The Emperor noted the lack of protocal, but continued on with the promotion ceremony.
"By the infernal powers infested in me, I Emperor Sicarii Darkhour, The One True Fighter-Wizard, The Warrior Mage of Eberron, Leader of Darkside and Father of the Alliance, promote you from mere Darkside guard to Officer!"
As other celebrations in the past, the guild made the journey to the Phoinex Tavern.
Using his connecitons to the underworld of Stormreach Sicarii was able to utilize the Quik Foot Clan's Training Facilities accesible through the Phoinex Tavern.
During training exercises, something went...wrong.
The Darkside team, the Officers without the regulation blades, the team lead by Black Angel and her monk slaves Orchid Demon and Rat began to attack in earnest.
What was once a training exercise became a fight to the death!
Blasts of purple energy met great beams of light! Violet Fire licked out of casters hands only to be defended by great bright amber shields of energy!
Sword clashed with sword, shield with shield. Curses were exchanged, promises were made.
Even the trusted member of Sicarii's Council, Larec the Witch; her eyes too burned with a treacherous flame.
After the ambush it was clear the rebels had the upper hand. The Emperor and his bodyguard Kessner were pumbled and beaten down. Even the power of the Fire Sorcerer Surething was unable to stop the onslaught.
If it were not for the intervention of Turind and The Thieves Guild of the Alliancce of Guilds, all would have been lost.
After the smoke had cleared fromt the battle, one could see Sicarii and his closest followers had little fight left in them. Just then, Black Angel, with eyes a blaze and palms a glow with an unatural light spoke:
"You call yourself Emperor! You are a mere mortal compared to myself and my servants powers! You should worship me! I am an elite queen! A deite compared to your pathetic self! No longer will we bow our heads to you Sicarii, I am starting my own guild! This will not be a guild of ugly mortals, but a guild of beauftiful GODS! All will worship ME!"
With her words came a crash of lighting, a great bolt from the heavens shot through the ceiling of the Quickfoot Training facility...and Black Angel, her monk slaves and three other conspirators were gone.
The Emperor was furious. He had been touched, STRUCK even by these, these UPSTARTS.
"Oh dear Lolth, they will pay. The blood will flow...cleansing the wounds of this humiliating defeat! Mark my words! I will not rest until they are destroyed! I want all of their names ERASED from the very history of time, until only one guild is spoken of. ONE GUILD'S name whispered on the lips of all...."
"DARKSIDE!!!"