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star screamer -> RE: Dungeons and Jesters (HS) (2/26/2012 0:35:45)
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Chapter 2
“Are you sure about this, my jarl?” asked one of her personal guards.
“Of course I’m sure she’s my daughter!”
“Milady, the soldiers are ready to depart from this boring little town.” Scream told Zafara.
“Excellent.” She said.
Then they set off. Travelling to the cave of Un Death… Deathitude…
Princess Jessa hung from the ceiling, obviously something a twenty foot skeletal dragon could do. She had just awoken from her dark sleep.
“What… where am I? HELP! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP!”
“Ha ha ha! Please, scream helplessly some more! It’s hilarious!” mocked a booming voice from the shadows.
“Who are you?” she asked frightened.
“Who am I? Who am I? Why I am one of the most powerful beings in all of Liberty, for I am… UN DEATH THE DRAGON!” He said emerging from the shadows.
“Oh gods please, let me go!”
“That is not my decision per say.”
“You’re right,” another voice said, “It’s mine.”
“Who are you?”
“Why my dear, I’m the Jester of misfortune, destruction, and choice. I am Vithis of Skull.”
“And I have received word from my heh heh… contact… in Overlook’s own Vampire’s Bane palace, that your mother is coming to get you back, along with your favourite jester…”
“Who is that traitor! When my mom and Uncle Scream come, you’ll be sorry!”
“Ha ha! Uncle? You probably call him that for a reason, but back to the subject at hand…” he said as he pulled a lever and Jessa began to lower to the floor. Vithis then came over and loosened the straps and shoved her into a carriage and they rode off to the Chaos jester’s hidout.
The jarl, Scream, and the guards entered Deathitude, only to find it was empty.
“Look around! She has to be here, she just has to!” Zafara demanded.
Scream had other plans, he snuck away from the jarl’s side and climbed steps on a ledge and pulled a chain, and a hidden doorway opened, he then gave the signal… three “hes”
“He he he…” he laughed.
Then Un death snatched a guard and tossed him aside, he was dominating. He must’ve killed every guard inside the cave, because the only people- or rather half people left, were Scream and Zafara.
Screamed pulled out his massive sword and smiled, showing all of his gruesome sharp yellow teeth, and then he pounced. He struck Un Death once in the head and he fell. Then, he started beating him down.
“This… wasn’t… part of the plan…” Un Death muttered his final words as his bones began to disintegrate.
The four guards that were standing guard outside came in then Scream smiled and Zafara’s eyes turned bloodshot, and her bloodlust began.
She attacked the guards biting at their necks, sucking them dry. Then Scream grabbed the jarl by her throat, smiled again, and her bloodlust ended. There were only two guards left and they were stunned.
“Our own jarl is a vampire, and I, have struck her down! She should rot in prison for the rest of her days!”
“But Overlook needs a jarl, and no one is worthy of that great a title!”
“Well, I did just strike down a dragon single handily, and I just saved your necks from this slime! So I guess I should be the jarl…”
The guards kneeled and grabbed Lady Zafara away to the Vampire’s Bane Palace dungeon, while the new jarl Scream followed happily… the plan was just beginning…
Word of Lady Zafara being a vampire quickly spread between the cities of Liberty island, even amongst the Spire castle guards.
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Lord Oniss walked through the halls unknowing of them finding out about Lady Zafara, he had been the only one for many, many years that she had trusted with her curse, and now, everyone in the entire island knew.
“Hey, did you hear? Lady Zafara, she is… a vampire!” a guard said to another.
Lord Oniss stopped in his tracks. “What did you say?” he asked the guard.
“Lady Zafara is a vampire, shortly after Scream the court jester slayed the mighty dragon Un Death, she went berserk and attacked her guards! Scream stopped her, and now she is rotting away in the dungeon, while Scream takes her pace as jarl of Overlook!”
“I was afraid this day would come… Scream’s plan is in motion… I must tell my father at once!” the king exclaimed as he ran to his father’s sick bed in the castle where he laid old and gray.
“Father (pant) Scream (pant) he (pant) is setting his plan in motion!”
“Then it is time…”
“I will send guards to defend the tomb of Pandora at once!”
“Did I ever tell you the story, of how he became what he is now? How he was once my many greats uncle? It all started 100 years ago, during the first Great war of Liberty island…”
“Queen Pandora had three children, Jae’s grandmother, who was not interested in leading but more interested in the magic of the world, her name was Lia Oniss, who later married Jaque Birde, my grandfather, Drak Oniss the first, and my great uncle, Stephen Oniss, they all called him Metus, for that was his middle name.”
“One day, Pandora felt a great shadow being cast over the land, she feared that someone would attempt to disturb the tomb of Almoest Jestasue and his six jesters, also known as The Ringmaster. She sent her two sons to investigate his tomb and make sure nothing was wrong. Stephen, had an inborn ability to be able to understand every language ever known to man and maybe even speak them. Drak was strong, hardy, he was able to bust down doors that were stuck, and save them from dangerous traps. Together, they were the perfect team.”
“Once they finally got past everything and made it into the main chamber, there in the middle of the room, was a table, and on that table was a statue, the statue of Almoest Jestasue, who was not only a mighty dragon, but a god who could only travel through worlds with a conduit on the other side, for Earth, it was a dragon.”
“Curiosity got the best of Stephen… he simply grabbed the statue, and his mind and physical form began to change… his skin turned white, his eyes orange, his face frozen in a crazy grin, all of his teeth sharpened to a point, but his mind was the worst, it was destroyed crippled… he simply went… insane.”
“The jester’s awoke and a skeletal dragon that hung from the ceiling began to grow scales and reform, Drak ran home… and thus started the Great war…”
“Dear gods…” Lord Oniss muttered, “Scream was corrupted by the god of chaos and destruction… the father of the dragons himself…”
“Yes, and you must stop him before he gets the helmet of Destruction, the crown of life and Pandora’s corpse! He already has two pieces of the puzzle, his ring of chaos and blood of one of the families who helped destroy them!”
“I will not disappoint you father…”
Father Gold was tending to man’s leg when a mysterious hooded lady came in. She had green eyes, long red hair and her skin was snow white.
“I suppose you need something?” he asked the mysterious lady.
She smiled and said, “My, my, such a wondrous shrine to Femur you have here… so many injured soldiers these days… and why, I’m so hungry…”
“Who are you?”
“They call me Odlova, Jester of Spire, you see, and I’m dying to have a snack…”
“Well this isn’t a market, it’s a shrine, and a hospital, oh and the hall of the dead, but Endeos tends to that, for I’m no priest of Dread.”
“Interesting fact about Dread… He favors assassins!” she said pulling out two knives
“Ach ni kunn…” howled a booming voice, “Ale shal faldorus, Dre-ad, Fe-mur…”
A bit of blood dripped down from Gold’s arm. Why? Why didn’t she just kill him, it did not make sense.
“My master awakens…”
“What… what was that?” he said kneeled on the ground holding onto his wound.
“You will make an excellent snack for my master when he awakens…”
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Jessa awoke in the Jester’s hideout, along with her mother, who was unconscious. One of the jesters entered and dropped that priest of Femur
down at the shrine. She looked around the room and saw dozens of cages full of innocent people, criminals, and guards she even recognized some too.
Thars Dai the old captain of the guard in Brickton before he went mad, Darkness, one of the top heads in Skull, many many old guards from Brickton, and a lot of bandits.
“HELP ME!” Jessa screamed at the top of her lounges but it was hopeless.
An orc entered the room, he was big, green, had purple eyes, and looked like he could arm-wrestle a dragon and win. He walked toward Jessa, followed by two other orcs.
“You, keep it down! I don’t care who you are, what you’re going to be is a snack for Almoest when he returns!”
“Almoest? The chaos god? You don’t know what you’re messing with you got to stop!”
“But it is not The Ringmaster’s will to stop; we serve him in life, and in death.”
“Gregen! Get your big ugly green backside over here, NOW!” demanded a familiar voice.
“Was that…”
“Indeed it was. Ich no rim.” A mysterious voice from the shadows answered.
“Who… who are you?”
“I am Trivius, trickster of my so called “family”, and I have been waiting a long time for an interesting deal.”
“What do you want demon!”
“See? Even the venes, mortals, disrespect me! I have done a foul deed that cannot be undone. I have opened the world for Almoest by giving him a way inside the world… back 500 years ago when the ancients ruled the land… It was an accident! A mistake! He solved my riddle, and so I gave him one wish, with a twist, he asked to be able to wreak havoc upon the world, so I gave him a dragon, but he did not suffer from my trick, for he didn’t want to come back to the realm of gods…”
“So this is all your fault!?”
“Not intentionally, but yes… I have been deemed a traitor and banished from sog et melar, realm of the gods and bound to my shrine… For this, used to be where the venes worshipped me…”
“So how do I fit in?”
“You have the ichnor! The blood! The vampire blood! But not just any! Ichnor ach sanguine der melar! Hybrid blood! Your ilmedor, mother, was full vampire, who made you with a melar, but not just any vene, vene der ichnor asek Au-ror-a. Blood of the queen Aurora, mother of Pandora! Queen of the melar! Your ildedor, father, was Drak Oniss IV! You must be my champion! You will prove to our blood that I am innocent! And by proving it, we will defeat the cluad! The chaos known as The Ringmaster!”
“I don’t know what to say…”
“This is not a feiler, riddle, I know well of those, this is inorediant, destiny.
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“The six jesters still rest!”
“Only five, actually, you were one remember?”
“Oh yes, silly me, foolish me! But still, we cannot send chaos upon the world without my fellow undead psychos!”
“I am the champion of Almoest, trust me, we couldn’t have gotten this far if I didn’t know what I was doing!”
“Vithis, Scream, I have more food for Almoest.”
“Excellent! Ho ho! Everything is going according to that drawing of two stick men arm wrestling!”
“Ha ha ha!” They all laughed.
“Prepare the attack force.” Scream told Gregen, “Tonight, we start the second Great war!”
“Yes my master!” He said.
The orcs stood at Skulls official border lines, and attacked.
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