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The Sandman reforms on his chair, smiling.

"I didn't honestly expect this to happen, but fantastic! Of course I shall teach you! After all, with exchange of knowledge, comes understanding, tolerance, correct?"

And with this, the Sandman taught Archdruid Esil'dar how to play chess, honestly, and without malice. The Avatar of the Sands doesn't have much of an opportunity to socialize, after all. And at no point did the Avatar of Sand do anything to the Archdruid.

"And thus, we come to the end of Chess. It is a simple game to learn, but difficult to master. I would like to make a gift to you of the table and pieces. They are not sand, and thus, I have no dominion over them. Now, shall we learn this game of yours?"


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The Archdruid smiled as he smoked his pipe and nodded. It seemed he caught on to the game rather easily and understood the rules straight away.

"An interesting game, I should say. It has many possibilities for choice and strategy, but, perhaps, limited ways to develope towards the end of the game." - nevertheless, the Druid seemed to genuinely enjoy the class and soon took out a game of wooden carved leaf shapes, with various shapes and forms upon the wooden board itself, and many things to look upon, each somehow interacting into a grand picture. The Druid proceeded to teach the Sandman this game. And the first thing he said was: "Perhaps the shortest game I have had lasted for no more than a thousand years, but Ae made the silliest of mistakes and seemed rather distracted!" - laughed the Archdruid. And so, he began to teach.

This game was about the moon and the stars, the seas and the oceans, the winds and clouds and various such forces of nature. It contained a million little details, and each one was important in forming the grand picture and the finale of the game. Within it, mountains raised and lowered, seas came to be and dried out, all eventually forming something which awarded some complicated system of points to each player. The goal was to receive the lowest amount of points.

Every little detail held a deep philosophical meaning behind it, and the length of the game clearly hinted at how the Elven mind worked; long term. One could theorize that the ancient Elven Druids devised this game upon watching the world take shape and form in the most ancient of times, their vision stretching back into the roots of creation.

Esil'dar would explain to the avatar that some games have lasted into other generations, where son would take over where his father left off.

All in all, he would teach the avatar well into the evening, when the sun began to set, leaving the river of light as the only source of brightness. And it seemed, that many an evening would be needed.

Letting out a puff of smoke, the Archdruid gazed out at the night sky and grunted as he stood up, taking the offered present with him carefully, but not before offering his own game to the desert. "I hope I did not bore you, Avatar of the Desert! If you are still willing to learn, then I shall see you here tomorrow, an hour after the sun rises." - he laughed easily and amiably.


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"I am indeed willing to learn, Esil'Dar, for you took the time to learn from me. Evidently your game is one intended for play between those with much time on their hands. And you need not be so careful around me, only the Desert itself will harm you. I made a pact with Merlyn, and I will not endanger it by breaking the terms of it ahead of time."

And the Sandman disintegrated, with a smile on his face.


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"Ah, you needn't play it without rest or distraction. It is like writing a good tale. Every evening, you would return to it and dedicate a few hours." - the Archdruid nodded and seemed to accept everything the Sandman said, however he still remained on the other end of the barrier and still took measures of safety. He was much more shrewd than he looked.

With that, he bid the avatar goodbye and retreated to the forest, disappearing among the thick growth.


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Jormungand is waiting for the Archdruid by the World Tree, along with several of the others and Merlyn.

~He is very, very smart,~ Jormungand says. ~And while I believe he does believe in fate, he follows a path of strict inevitability. It makes it...difficult for me to see his role. I am not privy to the rules of his game.~

Meanwhile, far off, sixty-four rangers arrive at Lighton, led by the Wyrm of Repose. They situate themselves within the city, for their fight is not with Destra, but Nevara, her lot, and the foul colossi.

And far, far to the south, the servants of Gorilla Grodd find unlikely allies. The goblins swoop down, burning the undead to cinders and melting their own dead to sticky goo (which they then stick in jars and send to the meathouses). Each army of goblins is led by one of the hulking trolls, who wear strange mechanical wings to bolster their clumsy flight. The trolls wield tremendous steel bows, launching volleys strong enough to shatter a human skull.

Their target is the clone. The trolls sense it won't be easy, but they also sense that if they fail, great decay will come to their forests. And then their fun will end.

And both near and far, in the realm of the gods, the Murmur sleeps.


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"However dear Serpent, he is not the only one to believe in fate and inevitability. Inevitably, this world shall fall. Inevitably, we the elves and all our kin shall disappear from this world one by one, and with us, so shall the forest." - Ae's expression never faltered from that tired, subtly knowing smile. "But not in this century, or the next century of centuries. I propose that we simply ignore this desert and instead focus our sights on the vile Nevara. She has managed to corrupt some of our young brothers into vile servants of undeath. We must eliminate her." - Ae grew serious all of a sudden. The usually calm and optimistic elf showed just how much hatred he held for such things as undeath within that one instant.

Esil'dar seemed to have chosen this moment to step out of the thick growth, revealing himself. "Ah, but I am sure you have already seen what happens when you ignore one small detail that you believe to be insignificant, Ae." - he puffed out a cloud of herbal smoke with a cheeky smile, causing Archdruid Stagbrow (as he was nicknamed by his peers) to cough, cursing lightly in Elven at the short man with his imposing height.

"Hmph! I say we unleash the fury of nature on that sand duster! It does not stand a chance against the seven of us!" - exclaimed the mighty Druid.

A female voice spoke from a hood. She was known as Archdruid Sha'lorei. "You are so very frustratingly rash, dear Stagbrow. Sometimes I wonder if you are an elf at all, or if you've mongrel giant blood flowing through your veins. I say we wait and observe. Merlyn has bought us time. Then let us use it to our advantage and gather information. And for the love of the Tree, Ae. Will you stop it being so passive about anything not concerning undeath for once? All outside influences are unnatural, be they good or bad. Some are tolerable, and some are not. This desert is clearly the latter! And if you sit around drinking tea all day and smile cryptically with talk of fate and inevitability, then maybe another Shattering will happen and more of our brothers leave after a trail of kinslaying! Esil'dar, that goes for you as well, you slacker!" - the woman brimmed with fury, fists clenched. After several breaths, she sighed and continued. "Let us first gather knowledge, then decide what to do."

Ae seemed to be clearly uneasy as Sha'lorei's words, his shoulder slumping and his ears receding downwards. He grew silent.

Esil'dar sighed. "Very well, Sha. Then as the slacker, I shall be the one to observe the desert. Any objections?"

The Druids seemed to be content with it, to which Esil'dar nodded, puffing out a cloud of smoke. He looked to Jormungand and smirked. "Wish me luck."

Stagbrow merely huffed and walked off, not a man to argue over silly insults. He was one to act, swiftly and decisively. He would walk atop the tree, much as if the centre of gravity had been somewhere beneath its bark, to find a mighty branch upon which to sit and meditate for his course of actions.


"May I make a suggestion?" Merlyn asked those gathered around the World Tree. They all nodded.
"I for one cannot simply wait here and observe the desert. Even now Nevara is about to attack Lighton, with the aid of the Dark Elves no doubt. Also, I feel as though Dogon has created another one like the Destroyer. I cannot put a name to it, but I feel it."

Someone starts to say something, but Merlyn silences him.

"Even now, south of us, Nevara's clone is attacking Gorilla City. The goblins and trolls are fighting against her. I have no idea how that battle will turn out. I suggest that the Light Elves, in the Sun Towers, be asked to aid Gorilla City. Also, I ask to go to the north to help fight the darkness up there. However, I make one request."

He holds up the bag of black sand that the "Avatar of the Sand" gave him.

"If the forces of light are being beaten, do I have permission to use this foul magic? Do I have the permission of the Seven Arch-Druids to use this foul magic, even though one of them will be taken from this world by the Sand-Man? What is your decision before I go?"


Jormungand frowns. ~Druids come and go, even Ae himself, and the world continues to spin. I'm afraid the grief we would feel for our fallen peer would be nothing compared to the damage this sand may wreak. The Avatar made plain the consequences of ignoring its 'gift'.~

It gives a low hiss. ~As for the battle of Lighton, I fear one of my sisters is already there. I cannot join you in that fight. Regardless of what the others do, I will stay in this forest and watch the sand.~


"You yourself have said, that you never intended to use it." - Sha'lorei looked at him with narrow eyes. "However, young Merlyn, worry not. We are well aware that you have your own duties to fulfill and we do not ask you stay and observe." - she loosened up, smirking.

Ae nodded grimly at that, lost in thought. "What Jormungand speaks is truth."

Esil'dar looked at one, then the other, before moving up to Merlyn and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Use it, if you feel that it is right to do so, Merlyn. But know, that whatever happens will be a guilt that you alone shall bear, and you alone shall be blamed for. I can assure you that the Desert will not go back on its words, but what about after it has completed its promise?" - he paused, moving his mouth sideways to exhale some of the smoke, before locking gazes with Merlyn once more. "Be cautious. Each and every one of us here is prepared to give our lives to save this world from destruction."

All the Archdruids nodded.


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The rangers begin roaming the lands between Nevara's forces and the shining city, helping to evacuate outlying towns and farms and ensure safe passage behind the mighty labyrinth.

Sovereign Court

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Despite the great battles outside of Gorilla City, in the royal chamber, an even more titanic struggle was taking place. Finally at his wits end, Gorilla Grodd used his vast mental powers to try and rid himself of the accursed nightmares that keep plaguing him. Unfortunately it did not work and his godly essence went berserk! As the energy raged all about the room, Grodd used a great effort to seal himself in a gigantic magic diamond to stop the energy from truly destroying everything in sight. Now, Grodd is left trapped and screaming a psyche scream for help that very few could here. How long would he have to wait for someone to come to his aid? Alas, Grodd did not know.


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Gorilla Grodd wrote:
Despite the great battles outside of Gorilla City, in the royal chamber, an even more titanic struggle was taking place. Finally at his wits end, Gorilla Grodd used his vast mental powers to try and rid himself of the accursed nightmares that keep plaguing him. Unfortunately it did not work and his godly essence went berserk! As the energy raged all about the room, Grodd used a great effort to seal himself in a gigantic magic diamond to stop the energy from truly destroying everything in sight. Now, Grodd is left trapped and screaming a psyche scream for help that very few could here. How long would he have to wait for someone to come to his aid? Alas, Grodd did not know.

I will help you, Gorila God. Even though my body was destroyed, my spirit lives on. Let us go together and fight the clone of Nevara.

The spirit of Farael enters Gorilla God's mind.


Gulian wrote:

"You yourself have said, that you never intended to use it." - Sha'lorei looked at him with narrow eyes. "However, young Merlyn, worry not. We are well aware that you have your own duties to fulfill and we do not ask you stay and observe." - she loosened up, smirking.

Ae nodded grimly at that, lost in thought. "What Jormungand speaks is truth."

Esil'dar looked at one, then the other, before moving up to Merlyn and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Use it, if you feel that it is right to do so, Merlyn. But know, that whatever happens will be a guilt that you alone shall bear, and you alone shall be blamed for. I can assure you that the Desert will not go back on its words, but what about after it has completed its promise?" - he paused, moving his mouth sideways to exhale some of the smoke, before locking gazes with Merlyn once more. "Be cautious. Each and every one of us here is prepared to give our lives to save this world from destruction."

All the Archdruids nodded.

"Very well. I will go to Lighton, and if need be I will use the Black Sand, but only as a last resort. I know the price I will pay if I commit such an act."

Merlyn said goodbye to the Great Forest maybe for the last time, and he whistled. A giant, white owl flew down and grabbed him. She flew him to Lighton.


Because Merlyn never made it to the kingdom of Drakonus, King Dar-Khan ordered the invasion of Hukara. He no longer spoke with Jormungand. He had been speaking to a primal, dragon goddess that he would not name. His Drakonites swarmed over the Hukarans, who were no match for them. They had begun to take on dragon-like features.
At the capital of Hu-Nar, Bo-Rak vowed to fight to the death. However, he relented after the Drakonites threatened to slaughter all of the children until he surrended. Bo-Rak did surrender, but he still held the Spear of Humanity. The Drakonite's General tried to grab it
from him, but it burned his hand.
"Only Humans can hold this spear; you are no longer Human," Bo-Rak said.
"By order of King Dra-Khan, you are to be taken prisoner! Your people will become our slaves! Now give throw down that spear!"
Bo-Rak lifted up the Spear of Humanity, and he threw it into the sky. It flew up into the clouds and disappeared from view.
"I threw it down. Now honor your promise and take me to King Dar-Khan!"


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Far away through the 10th dimension the Gods meet in the idea of a tavern. The Wormlord mentions to whatever beings are not avoiding him,"Remove an Archdruid from the world? I created the souls of my wormpeople and the ones who became Druids are lost to me forever. You can kill their bodies but they reincarnate immediately. That's just an amusing joke you tell mortals." The Wormlord laughed in a manner best left unimagined.

Meanwhile, back at the world, Some of the wormpeople have found a flying machine left from the battle. They put in a symbiot and fed it till it reached full size and sent it upward. It hovers over the black dessert at the edge of the atmosphere. It is scanning the desert looking for the source. Worm people are covered with mucus to protect them from their own acid and they cannot live in a dessert. Thunderbird Z is toying with the idea of redirecting a small ice comet to fall right into the desert.


Goth Guru wrote:

Far away through the 10th dimension the Gods meet in the idea of a tavern. The Wormlord mentions to whatever beings are not avoiding him,"Remove an Archdruid from the world? I created the souls of my wormpeople and the ones who became Druids are lost to me forever. You can kill their bodies but they reincarnate immediately. That's just an amusing joke you tell mortals." The Wormlord laughed in a manner best left unimagined.

Meanwhile, back at the world, Some of the wormpeople have found a flying machine left from the battle. They put in a symbiot and fed it till it reached full size and sent it upward. It hovers over the black dessert at the edge of the atmosphere. It is scanning the desert
looking for the source. Worm people are covered with mucus to protect them from their own acid and they cannot live in a dessert. Thunderbird Z is toying with the idea of redirecting a small ice comet to fall right into the desert.

I didn't know about this Tavern of the Gods. Why didn't anyone tell me? I will travel there now just to check it out. I am sure Beriya will be OK while I am gone.


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Don't mind the lizard napping in the corner. He probably just had too much mead.


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Unfortunately, I can't drink mead. It just... goes right through me...

Sorry, I'm in the mood for bad jokes...

Sovereign Court

During the Avatar of Sand's spectacular spree of bad jokes, Farael and Gorilla Grodd went on a psychological journey through the ape deity's life. Farael had to endure the primal fury within Grodd (as the latter is a god of rage) and even experienced what it is like to be a gigantopithacus (not that the experience changed him). Feeling that he lacked the strength, Grodd surrendered control of his body to Farael until the ape deity felt he could master control of the nightmares (which have thankfully been silenced for the time being). So, as the diamond melted away into nothingness, Grodd (or rather, Farael) emerged from the royal chambers ready to take action.


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Gorilla Grodd wrote:
During the Avatar of Sand's spectacular spree of bad jokes, Farael and Gorilla Grodd went on a psychological journey through the ape deity's life. Farael had to endure the primal fury within Grodd (as the latter is a god of rage) and even experienced what it is like to be a gigantopithacus (not that the experience changed him). Feeling that he lacked the strength, Grodd surrendered control of his body to Farael until the ape deity felt he could master control of the nightmares (which have thankfully been silenced for the time being). So, as the diamond melted away into nothingness, Grodd (or rather, Farael) emerged from the royal chambers ready to take action.

Farael, now in control of Gorilla God's body, leaps out of his bed chamber and he climbs the tallest building of Gorilla City.

"Friends, hear my words," Farael/Gorilla God shouted. "I am going to face the evil clone of Nevara in battle! I ask just one thing of you, and I hope you will forgive me for asking this of you. FIGHT! COME WITH ME AND FIGHT FOR GORILLA CITY!"

Then Gorilla God, controlled by Farael, leaps into the jungle to fight Nevara and her army...


Leafar called the druid Netura before him in the Labyrinth of Lights.
Netura, you have served me well. You became a druid with the Elves of the Great Forest, and you have tended the gardens here. Also, you have trained other druids here to protect nature. Now, I must ask more of you. Before evil comes to attack us in Lighton, I shall make you a Goddess of Nature. I ask you to go and serve all of Beriya.
Leafar touched Netura's forehead and she was filled with divine light. Then she disappeared...


Vicar Vorrak, the high priest of Nevara (and former high priest of Dogarr when he was alive) lead the undead army to Lighton. Inbetween the Valley of Nevara and Lighton was a very large field. It was many leagues across, and it was composed mosty of green plains. It never had a name before; Nevara told Vorrak to call it the Field of Death.
Vorrak was riding a large nightmare horse. It was pitch black and his eyes burned red. He carried a staff of skulls, and behind was a vast, undead army.
On the other side was Patriarch Palas. He was dressed in shining, white platemail. He carried a great holy sword that he called Lightfire. Beside him were his best trained 12 Paladins. Behind him were thousands of warriors: paladins, sour rangers, light fighters, white wizards, and many other allies. However, Nevara's Necrotic Engine had made more undead than could be counted, and it was still active.
"People of Lighton, you will all die!" Vorrak shouted. "Surrender now, and accept Nevara as your Queen! She will allow some of you to live! What say you?"

"No!" Palas said. He then said an unheard word and charged. Vorrak laughed and rode towards him. The battle started...


While the armies of Lighton and Nevara clash, Mistress Destra heads for the Field of Death with her army of Dogarr, Runts, Dark Elves and others. The Runts have chains around their necks, because they are slaves.
Mistress Destra watches with amusement. Should she attack now, and let the two armies destroy each other? Or should she attack now? She hated Nevara and did not want her to rule.There was a third option. The city of Lighton had been left virtually undefended. She will take advantage of that by invading it!!!!!


Alsokar arrived at Lighton just when Mistress Destra and her army was attacking. He saw that the city had few defenders. He conjured up twin swords of magic, and he went to fight her.


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The sour knights fight with blade and bow, bone and rock, potion and poison. They avoid entering the main fray, but instead watch the entrance, ensuring no undead make it past the enormous force. All it takes is one.

The Wyrm of Repose, meanwhile, fights alongside the armies of light.

Down south in the jungle, the goblins and trolls cheer as Farael|Grodd emerges. The city is burning—largely due to the goblins, admittedly—but still they and the gorillas fight.


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Alsokar arrived at Lighton just when Mistress Destra and her army was attacking. He saw that the city had few defenders. He conjured up twin swords of magic, and he went to fight her.

Destra laughed, and she fought Alsokar alone. The fight lasted about 10 minutes. She was very fast, strong, and fierce. She blocked his blows with her black staff. Then she struck several near fatal blows to Alsokar, leaving him broken and bleeding. Destra stood in front of Alsokar, who was lying before her, and she said:

"You are defeated, like you defeated my brother. Join me now! Renounce the Lights and fight for the Darkness! Become one of us or be destroyed!"

Alsokar looked up at her and said, "Never!" Then he spit blood at her. Destra screamed, and she struck him with the Orb of Oblivion that was on top of her staff. He was destroyed from existance.

"Destroy everyone in Lighton!" She ordered her soldiers. Destra laughed and headed for the Labyrinth of Lights...


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Dungeon Kobold wrote:

The sour knights fight with blade and bow, bone and rock, potion and poison. They avoid entering the main fray, but instead watch the entrance, ensuring no undead make it past the enormous force. All it takes is one.

The Wyrm of Repose, meanwhile, fights alongside the armies of light.

Down south in the jungle, the goblins and trolls cheer as Farael|Grodd emerges. The city is burning—largely due to the goblins, admittedly—but still they and the gorillas fight.

The clone of Nevara lead her Reapers and allies in a bloody fight. The Gorillas, Trolls, and Goblins had slain most of Reapers. Then Farael/Grodd leap into the battle. He cast an ancient spell and the Anghazi are banished to a prison dimension.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Nevara clone screamed. She struck Farael/Grodd with her claw like hands. It tore his face, but he fought on. He struck her with his giant fists, but she fought on. They fought for hours. They were gods, so they could fight forever. Farael knew it had to end.
He left the mind of Grodd and he entered Nevara clone's mind. Farael possessed her. He knew he only had a moment, so he cast a simple, yet powerful spell. Using his godly power he made the Nevara Clone fly out into space away from the World of Creation into the burning, nameless Sun. She screamed, but no sound could be heard in space. Her body was burned into nothingness, and the spirit of Farael was lost in the Void...


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The loss of Farael, creator of this world, sent shockwaves throughout the world. The barrier of light that kept the Black Desert out of the world fractured. The remains of the Obsidian Mountain shook. The forests mourned the loss that the world felt.

Despite the fracturing of the barrier of light, the Avatar of the Sand did not cross it. When Esil'Dar, Watcher of the Desert, questioned the Avatar of this, all that the Avatar had to say on the subject was this.

"The barrier has fractured, yes. My forcing entry into the world you know and love would, in fact, be significantly easier for me now. But, as you love to tell me, the details are what matter, and the detail in question is Merlyn. He alone holds the power to allow me past the barrier, albeit temporarily, and under conditions. I would not cause the deal I have with him and the Archdruids to be called into question. I will not breach the barrier voluntarily unless the power Merlyn has is compromised also. Besides," he adds with a smile, "your side of this... fence... seems to have it's own share of problems without me contributing to them right now."

The barrier now has visible gaps in it, but a faint glow still remains in those gaps. And, true to his word, not a grain of sand passes over the barrier.


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Mistress Destra hears seven enraged roars. Turning, she sees the Wyrm of Repose snaking towards her. ~I HAVE NOT BROUGHT DOWN A LIVING SOUL IN TWO THOUSAND YEARS, BUT YOU BRING THIS ON YOURSELF, ABOMINATION!~

It breathes out rivers of molten platinum, lashing with tails covered in runic blades. Runts' chains are broken, and the wretched creatures turn and flee. Dark elves and dogarr are taken up in powerful metal jaws and crushed. The sour knights caught between the gates and the forces of evil are emboldened, and they desperately fight with every trick they've got to get out of the fray. The living are not their enemies, even these agents of death.

At last, the Wyrm of Repose comes to Mistress Destra. With a screech that causes nearby ears to bleed, it descends upon the foul creature.

Behind it, the first rays of sunlight peek over the horizon.


Destra screamed in rage. "Vile Wyrm, come at me! My Orb of Obliteration will destroy you too!"
She raised her black staff high and that was when Merlyn, flying on a giant owl, swooped down and grabbed her staff. He made sure to give her a rude hand gesture as he flew away.
Mistress Destra had time to scream "No!" Then the Wyrm of Repose was on her...


Patriarch Palas and Vicar Vorrak fought for a long time. Both of their steeds were dead or gone, so they fought on foot. The Light Warriors fought bravely against the Necromancers and their undead. Many of them were being Turned and running away. The first rays of the Sun were coming.
Then, Palas struck a blow that shattered the skull staff, and then he cut off Vorrak's skeleton head. It flew away, literally, and his body turned to dust. Shocked that their leader was destroyed, the Necromancers and undead began to run back to the Valley of Nevara.

The Light Warriors shouted in triamph, and so did an exhausted Palas, but he didn't notice a dark archer shot a black arrow from behind a distant tree, and it struck him in his heart. He lived his life as a man, and he died like one. His paladins wailed in grief and rage.


The Big Giant Head tucked in his limbs and rolled at the wall near the gate. Made as he was of the head of the original destroyer and grown to a size that part of him could be seen over the wall, he crashed through and is now the problem of the defenders of the maze.

Break
The tavern is a projection to aid mortal clerics to see it in visions. You could have Bacchus as the owner and Pan as the main bartender. The Gods and Godlike things can meet here without being attacked by angry mortals. If it works out it can be given it's own topic. Im thinking of adding a viewing wall where The Wormlord and others can watch the fun.
Resume

When that one guy is sucked into the orb of oblivion,"Man that hurts. His followers will have to perform the Open Grave if they want him back."


The Big Giant Destroyer Head rolled through the Labyrinth of Light. It broke down walls, rolled over defenders like the Couatl, and caused havoc. It laughed and sang, badly, until it rolled into the Star Chamber where Leafar lived. Then it stopped.
NOW I WILL ROLL OVER YOU, LEAFAR!

Leafar reached out and stopped him with the Hand of Light.
No, Head of the Destroyer, I cannot be rolled over. There is no life in you, for you just a shadow of what you were. However, I can stop you from hurting other. To you I proclaim...BANISHMENT!
Leafar picked up the Destroyer Head, and through him into the Void to drift forever through the stars, banished forever from Beriya...

Dark Archive

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Noting the vast difference of technological levels in nations, and how quickly they can fall, Derek constructs a near impenetrable vault at the South pole to hold the most powerful artifacts of fallen nations and to keep them from creatures who would misuse them (via malicious intent or ignorance).


Cr500cricket wrote:
Noting the vast difference of technological levels in nations, and how quickly they can fall, Derek constructs a near impenetrable vault at the South pole to hold the most powerful artifacts of fallen nations and to keep them from creatures who would misuse them (via malicious intent or ignorance).

Through the use of a mystical portal, Merlyn brung the Orb of Oblivion to the Vault, and he watched closely as the strange, metallic man placed it in the Vault. Merlyn then noddded and returned to Primeva via the invisible portal.


The Waste Wyrm wrote:

~When the heart skips, the ley lines trip. Life and death together grip as from them both a third is stripped, and forevermore the scales tip.

From the shades of the glades come the child of green and brother of sheen. He'll amass in lands of blackened glass a force fueled by his hate from past.
One from birth, two from spite. Three to help bring back the light. From the second will come a chance. When comes the chance, the dead will dance.~

The sour rangers give chase, giving shouts of anger. The undead flee as the dawn comes.

That's when it happens. That's when the heart skips a beat, and I awaken.

Looking down upon the world, I see the dead child of Dogon. I see the Vicar destroyed. I see the dead fleeing. I see the head being flung far.

Not so fast.

Too long have the hordes of the dead been slaves of the sun. Too long have they bidden their time.

In the Greatest Forest, the World Tree shudders. The ley lines trip and stutter as I begin to impose my will on the world once more.

The first moon rose at the world's birth. The second rose from my spite. The third rose to restore the light. But now Lepharmon sets, its light fading for the day to arrive.

And the day will not come. Deemelyun rises once more, the moon's dark form coming to rest before the rising sun. As the sunrise vanishes as quickly as it came, the fleeing dead find their powers strengthened. The power of the sun has held them back, but now, for twenty-four hours, it is gone from this world.

Too long have the gods directly meddled so brazenly. The gods are meant to tinker and trick, not lead and battle like the verminous mortals we manipulate. Actual gods descending down, fighting each other like greasy rats squabbling over the bigger pile of filth...it fills me with utter revulsion.

Let me show these fools how it's done! I lunge out, grabbing the flying head in one scaly claw and fling it back down. It crashes into the oceans, causing a tremendous tidal wave.

This battle isn't over yet. Nevara, WormLord, it's time for the dead to really dance.


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Esil'Dar, Ae, and the other Archdruids gathered at the, now shattered, barrier of light, and spoke with the Avatar of Sand. Primarily, they wanted to know what would stop him from ravaging the land if it fully dissipated.

"My, my, you do not know? I spoke once before of how evil doesn't always attack good. I also spoke once before about the fact that not all evil is alike. I stopped the Desert short of the forest before I knew myself to be opposed, and part of that is the fact that I am not a god. I am an Avatar. The difference is fundamental. Gods only have honour if they choose it, but I have it built in. You have troubles enough with the wars in the East, North and South for me in the West to add to them."

The Archdruids did not find this to be enough of a reason.

Ae spoke first. "All things come to an end, and while we fight for the continuation, everything changes. What says that you, too, will not change?"

"Put simply, my dear Ae, I can threaten this world far more thoroughly than any of the previous threats. But, even now, a great wave is rolling in from the East. The Destroyer's Head is still here. And do you not see the moon covering the sun? No matter who survives, I will persist."

"And besides, I have two rather fun games on the go at the moment. One with Esil'Dar, who has taught me much. And one with Merlyn, which I foresee an end to sooner than you think. Hear me now, Archdruids. Merlyn will use the bag of sand. I can do more than he knows."


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I snarl. Your precious little "inevitable" sand can't "inevitably" take over if the world is blown to bits, now, can it?

Not that anyone's around to hear me.


Merlyn looked up and he saw the dark moon cover the Sun. He saw the dead rise on the battlefield of death. He saw that the battle was not over. He heard Nevara laugh from her valley. Yes, he knew what he had to do. He called the giant white owl again for another flight. This time to Nevara's stronghold...


The Aqua Buddha was meditating under the Dome of Water in Aquarius when he felt the Destroyer Head crash into the Aquarian Ocean. "What the..." he said. He ordered his priests to get the people to safety. He then used his Trident of Woe to divert the waves from causing too much destruction, but he could not stop it completely. It was part of Nature...


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Avatar of the Sand wrote:

Esil'Dar, Ae, and the other Archdruids gathered at the, now shattered, barrier of light, and spoke with the Avatar of Sand. Primarily, they wanted to know what would stop him from ravaging the land if it fully dissipated.

"My, my, you do not know? I spoke once before of how evil doesn't always attack good. I also spoke once before about the fact that not all evil is alike. I stopped the Desert short of the forest before I knew myself to be opposed, and part of that is the fact that I am not a god. I am an Avatar. The difference is fundamental. Gods only have honour if they choose it, but I have it built in. You have troubles enough with the wars in the East, North and South for me in the West to add to them."

The Archdruids did not find this to be enough of a reason.

Ae spoke first. "All things come to an end, and while we fight for the continuation, everything changes. What says that you, too, will not change?"

"Put simply, my dear Ae, I can threaten this world far more thoroughly than any of the previous threats. But, even now, a great wave is rolling in from the East. The Destroyer's Head is still here. And do you not see the moon covering the sun? No matter who survives, I will persist."

"And besides, I have two rather fun games on the go at the moment. One with Esil'Dar, who has taught me much. And one with Merlyn, which I foresee an end to sooner than you think. Hear me now, Archdruids. Merlyn will use the bag of sand. I can do more than he knows.

It was easy for Merlyn to enter Nevara's fortress. She had created her own city and she called it Nighton. Within this city of the dead was her stronghold called Necropolis.

Merlyn used his magics to enter unseen. It was virtually empty. He could sense that Nevara was in her garden singing. The ritual that the Avatar of the Sand described was simple enough.

He took out the bag of black sand, and he performed the ritual. Then he prayed, "Oh my gods, forgive me..."


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The sands pooled in the middle of the circle, and from the pool of seething sand rose the figure of the Avatar, with the same smile he always wore. With a flourish, he turned to face Merlyn.

"Hello Merlyn. I had a feeling it would come to this. The ritual is not yet complete. First, you must select one of the Archdruids, for reasons that you well know. Each gem has a name inscribed upon it, created at the moment of bonding. And you must tell me your enemy. I assume that they are nearby..."

While this was happening, each of the Archdruids felt that the ritual had begun. To some, it felt like all their will had been absorbed. To others, it felt like their connection to the Great Tree was at risk. And all knew that one of them was at risk...

And so it begins...


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The dark forboding feeling of the inevitable demise of one of the Seven. Beings immortal,and indestructible, yet somehow they would die without possibility for return, this much was obvious.

However, now was not the time to falter. Finally, a situation dire enough has occurred that the Druids may justify their interference on it. The giant tidal wave must be dealt with.

Not knowing which would be chosen, all seven would take a single step and be carried across hundreds of miles to an unknown mountain, hidden from the sights of gods and men by arts so ancient and mystical, that no mortal or divine mind I associated with Druidism could grasp them. Before the Druids, high in the sky where clouds were so abundant, they would be as mist; stood seven stones, each with a runic symbol. They were covered in moss and somewhat crumbled, but the ancient magic within them was still preserved.

Silently, each Druid approached the stones and layed their hands upon one. They began to chant in a tongue unknown and the world did react, as waves of force and danger surged through the Ley Lines. Birds and animals alike ran in whatever direction they could see, panicked out of their mind at what was about to occur.

A mighty storm rose with winds shifting furiously, slowly forming into a might earths battering whirlwind, with lightning, giant stones ripped out of the mountain upon which they stood all whirling within in. The Druid Stones flew into the air, circulating around this tornado faster and faster, causing more and more destruction as the ancient magic was cast.

BOOM.

A massive World Wave began, a massive shockwave traveling from the Druid Stones, causing earth and mountains alike to rise and fall, yet somehow causing no damage or change upon the land itself. Eventually, this massive planetarian wave would meet with the tidal one and their collision shook the foundation of the world.

When all settled in, the Ley Lines's fury calmed, the tidal wave would be no more, although that which it had managed travelled over would forevermore become sea.

6 Archdruid emerged from what was left of the hidden mountain, one chosen by Merlin. The Druid Stones' power was no expended. It would take thousands of years for it to charge once more.

They would stay there to heal the mountain back to what it once was. Now, both gods and men were aware of this mystical artifact.

Sorry, my writing is complete crap right now. Somewhat busy with all the festivities these last few days.

Sovereign Court

Grodd lay upon the battlefield, severely drained and badly injured (even by the standards of a god) as the sounds of war became a soundless as a deafening ringing took its place, unable to do anything when the darkness took him. Grodd's spirit soared through the cosmos (his eyes catching spectacular views of stars, planets, moons and many other types of astronomical phenomena) until a blinding light appeared and consumed Grodd, who had to shield his eyes, it is unclear how long the light lasted but soon it faded away and Grodd was met with a peculiar sight. He was standing on a balcony of an impressive tower, with the presence of death all around and an eerie purple mist to go with it, along with the smell of ultimate ends lingering in the air. Suddenly, a deep and sinister voice rang out: "Well, well, well! Looks like the battle brought someone else to us!" Immediately Grodd looked around, but saw no one, wondering if he went crazy, the voiced returned - mocking the ape deity. "Your not looking hard enough! I'm right HERE you know!" Upon hearing this, Grodd turned his head towards the sky and saw a skull faced moon with a leering grin - Groteus, god of the end of times - it was then and there that Grodd knew where he was, the Boneyard of Pharasma! Before he could do anything, the door to the balcony opened and the goddess of death herself walked towards him.


Avatar of the Sand wrote:

The sands pooled in the middle of the circle, and from the pool of seething sand rose the figure of the Avatar, with the same smile he always wore. With a flourish, he turned to face Merlyn.

"Hello Merlyn. I had a feeling it would come to this. The ritual is not yet complete. First, you must select one of the Archdruids, for reasons that you well know. Each gem has a name inscribed upon it, created at the moment of bonding. And you must tell me your enemy. I assume that they are nearby..."

While this was happening, each of the Archdruids felt that the ritual had begun. To some, it felt like all their will had been absorbed. To others, it felt like their connection to the Great Tree was at risk. And all knew that one of them was at risk...

And so it begins...

Merlyn looked directly at the Avatar of the Sand.

"Oh yes, my enemy is very nearby. First, I chose Archdruid Stagbrow. Second, the name of my enemy is you!" He pointed directly at the Avatar of the Sand.

"I am sure you will deal with yourself accordingly. Go back to the West, and take the Black Desert with you! Now, there must be a sacrifice to end this battle of death."

Merlyn stuck his staff, made from the Great Tree, into the floor of the Necropolis. He whispered ancient words and he connected to the World Tree itself.

"Thr roots of the World Tree connect to all parts of Beriya, even here. My staff is the seed, and when the roots touch the seed, watch it grow!"

Soon the staff was surrounded by roots, and the roots became a tree, and the tree grew! It grew until it crashed through the roof of the Necropolis, and then it too colapsed. Then the tree continued to grow across the city of Nighton.

Nevara did see the second, great tree destroy her Necropolis, where she made her Undead. She tried to personally destroy the tree herself using her dark magics, until she herself was caught up in the growing branches and she became completely entangled. Within minutes she disappeared with the great tree and her screams were muffled until nothing was left except silence. There was no sight of Merlyn.
The Necromancers did not know what to do without their Queen, and the undead walked aimlessly across Primeva...


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"Ah, but Merlyn, I was just getting to know you. The ritual shall be completed before I go, but in exchange for your insolence, I will show you what I can truly do to your pathetic seed."

Merlyn felt something was wrong before he could feel anything. He looked first at the bag of sand, which had the Archdruid Stagbrow's visage in his gem, coiling and screaming as I tore asunder his connection to his druidic ways. Never again would he feel the connection with the earth, with nature, with anyone. The Archdruids are indeed immortal, and unconquerable, but they are not undefeatable. Stagbrow's torment as he lost his bond with the world tree was almost unbearable for Merlyn to watch.

But I have barely begun.

All Druids, farmers and scholars know that soil is made up of 3 components. Clay, from which we bake pots. Foliage, the recycled remains of what came before. And...

"SSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNDD..."

Merlyn watched helplessly as the tree he just planted began to fall. It was a simple matter, dragging the clay and rotten plant matter deep beneath the earth. So deep, in fact, that the World Tree had nothing left to grip but sand. My, my, how his face goes pale...

"The other key difference between Gods and Avatars, is that We are all forces of nature. There is an avatar of the Ocean, of the Fields, of the Rocks, yes, even an Avatar of the Forests, and now Merlyn, you have caused me to declare war on my Sister! By your sheer refusal to believe that maybe, just maybe, I was telling the truth! FALL!"

The World Tree gave out a cry of pain, felt the world over. The pain was felt the most in the Great Forest, in immediate proximity to the Fall of the World Tree.

"I will indeed go into the West, and I will take my Desert with me, but I will leave you the Bag of Sand, that you can remember your folly, and maybe not think yourself above all! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha..."

And with that, the Avatar descended into the pool of black sand, which then reformed into the face of Archdruid Stagbrow before turning white.


After the clone of Nevara was destroyed, the spirit of Farael drifted through the Void for an unknown span of time. Then he found himself in the far realms, which are between the material and immaterial. What he saw was a vast hall and he saw a multitude of souls crying out for judgment.

"Hello, Farael, I didn't expect to see you here."

It was Alsokar, who had recently been killed on Beriya.

"Where am I?" Farael asked.

"I call it the Hall of Souls. Back when Beriya was created, no one thought about what to do with the souls of the dead. So, they just drifted here. The Hall of Souls is full. You should do something to change that."

"What can I do to change this?"

"Judge them, and send them on to their final destination. You are a god, Farael, and that is what gods do."

"Very well. I will start with you, Alsokar. The world needs you now more than ever. I am sending you back. Find an appropriate body and begin anew. The fate of Beriya hangs in the balance."

The soul of Alsokar disappeared. Farael found a throne ready for him to sit on. When he did the souls came forward ready to be judged...


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The Fall of the World Tree? The Audacity.

The Avatar of the Sand would be quite surprised that the Tree refused its advances and stood proud and strong. Where its rot would spread, the tree would simply sever it as if shedding off old skin and grow new roots, pulsating with overwhelming natural energies in green veins.

Forces of nature there are indeed, but the one who created the World Tree is Nuah, The World's Child. He is a god born of the planets own will, and is the epitome of all natural forces, including life. He needs not any prayers to his name, for the source of his power is always beneath his own feet. His creation, the Tree, was not so easy to destroy, although the birth and death of the sapling Merlin planted caused the sylvan giant no end of pain and suffering as its mournful whispers echoed throughout the land.

Sand, Clay and Foliage. It would be ignorant to assume that an avatar created by the God of Nature could not reconstruct a batch of soil if it was needed.

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Archdruid Stagbrow found himself somewhere, in an unknown corner of the world. It was all over. He felt nothing and wanted nothing, for his purpose and blessing were both gone. The leaves surrounding him as if they were closed dropped to the ground, leaving the Druid pitifully naked. The grassy locks of hair all fell out of his scalp and jaw, leaving Stagbrow patheticly bald.

He sunk to his knees, despair gripping him. Tears flowed down his usually stern face, now twisted with an Immeasurable loss. Would he ever come to know the end of this? Is he still destined to live for eternity, albeit without henceforth knowing the love of nature?

"MMMMMMERRRLLYYYYYYYYYYNNNN!" - he roared with hatred, despite knowing full well that the wizard most likely used it as a last resort. Reason slowly drifted out of the former archdruid's mind as he simply wished for vengeance and blood. And if Merlyn was to die before he reached him, then this vengeance would spread upon all.

After days of despair, the Druid felt hunger for the first time in several millennia. Driven by an animalistic lust for life. He would stand... And hunt for food.


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The Avatar of Sand was true to his word.The moment he left Merlyn's side, the Black Desert began it's retreat across the land. What it left behind was either miraculous or yet another game that the Avatar played.

Within walking distance from the Great Forest was the beginning of a chessboard so massive as to take up all of the space the Black Desert had covered in it's exodus.

And, just before the chessboard was a small hole in the ground.

Filled with Black Sand.

Exit, stage left. In all seriousness though, I think good guys are more my style.


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Jormungand gives a low hiss of pain as it feels that part of itself that comes from the World Tree weakening momentarily. Long has it been watching the sand alongside Esil'dar.

It looks up at the dark sky. Then back at the sand, now retreating.

~He chose,~ the dragon rumbles. ~And now Stagbrow's role has changed forever. Will we seek revenge? I will help, if you wish it.~ Stagbrow, like all the Archdruids, had been a dear friend and mentor to the platinum wyrm, and the part of Jormungand that comes from the World Tree hungers for vengeance.

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