Kurshu the Undying's page

Oh no! And the site has been down.

The giant figure takes the Heart of Hasathorex

"There is power in this heart. To use it is to be corrupted. But by Lissala's grace I can purify that power and pass it to you."

"My energies will go to you. Keep me protected. Wake me only if you must."

"You, Hargran Stonebound, have committed blasphemy and been punished. That punishment pays for your sin. Your soul will stay here with me, and when my task is done I shall carry it to the Afterlife myself."

"Anglon - give to me the Heart of Hasathorex."

She looks at Denat

"You are worthy. I name you Runelord, and bestow you this rune." the rune of Conjuration detaches from her body, folds into itself somehow till it is both a rune and a stone, and floats over to Denat, where it circles his head.

She looks at the Master in Grey

"You are worthy. I name you Runelord, and bestow you this rune." the rune of Necromancy detaches from her body, transforms, and floats over to Grey, where it circles his head.

She looks at Simon

"You are worthy. I name you Runelord, and bestow you this rune." the rune of Evocation detaches from her body, transforms and floats to Simon.

She looks at Ronald

"You are worthy, though newly come. I name you Runelord, and bestow you this rune." the rune of Illusion detaches from her body, transforms and floats to Ronald.

As each rune detaches Kurshu seems... faded somehow

She looks at Valerianna

"You are worthy. I name you Runelord, and bestow you this rune." the rune of Transformation detaches from her body, transforms and floats to Valerianna.

She looks at Taron
Anger blazes in her eyes
"Unworthy! You parrot religion, but worship another in your heart! Traitor! False-speaker! As you worship your god, let you meet him now!"
The very ground opens beneath Taron, and he falls screaming into a pit that then slams shut.

"Who is worthy, then?"
Among the outer ring people being to scream. Some bleed from their nose, ears or eyes. Kurshu is not gentle in her anger.

"Ah! My old ally. I thought you long lost. This is Fate!"

Whoever she talks to answer silently

"Truly? Fate indeed then. Very well."

"Forsten You are the most worthy to bear this honour. I name you Runelord, and bestow you this rune." the Rune of Abjuration folds into itself and floats past the now empty gap in which Taron had stood, circling the head of Forsten.

She looks at Anglon

"You are worthy. I name you Runelord, and bestow you this rune." the rune of Enchantment detaches from her body, transforms and floats to Simon.

A light so intense it sears every eye, gentle enough to wash away tiredness emanates from the point where Hargran stood.

A creature stands there. The upper body of a beautiful woman, the lower body of a serpent, and three pairs of wings. shining golden scales adorn her skin.

She speaks in Thassilonian, yet all understand her words.

"Summon your goddess? This borders on blasphemy! Yet your endeavor is righteous, your cause just, and you ask for teaching from the goddess of learning."

"You, Hargran Stonebound, will be punished for your blasphemy, aye, but also will your boon be granted."

"You ask for advice, but to triumph you must walk the path of myths and legends. This boon you are granted; that your feet be placed on the start of that path."