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Necromancer killed by [[Sadiaer]]. |
Necromancer killed by [[Sadiaer]]. |
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Marstan, and his companions, [[Lef]] and [[Vaxin]], rose to notice when they began their crusade to stop the bloodshed and desecration of graves by those who held tournaments within Crossing Cemetery gates. |
Marstan, and his companions, [[Lef]] and [[Vaxin]], rose to notice when they began their crusade to stop the bloodshed and desecration of graves by those who held tournaments within Crossing Cemetery gates. Marstan summoned wir dinego to attack those who did not heed his wishes. Once released to do his bidding, the hordes of undead would sometimes spill out of the cemetery gates and slay those around the Northeastern area of Crossing. |
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Marstan's beliefs were challenged by those more interested in seeing to the welfare of the living innocent bystanders who became collateral damage in his reprisal on behalf of those long dead. |
Marstan's beliefs were challenged by those more interested in seeing to the welfare of the living innocent bystanders who became collateral damage in his reprisal on behalf of those long dead. |
Revision as of 13:25, 8 January 2008
Marstan
Necromancer killed by Sadiaer.
Marstan, and his companions, Lef and Vaxin, rose to notice when they began their crusade to stop the bloodshed and desecration of graves by those who held tournaments within Crossing Cemetery gates. Marstan summoned wir dinego to attack those who did not heed his wishes. Once released to do his bidding, the hordes of undead would sometimes spill out of the cemetery gates and slay those around the Northeastern area of Crossing.
Marstan's beliefs were challenged by those more interested in seeing to the welfare of the living innocent bystanders who became collateral damage in his reprisal on behalf of those long dead.
Betrayed Sorrow and was hunted down on Aesry afterwards. Spell he cast on Sorrow broke Sorrow's control of Sidhlot and may have caused (Sorrow) to slowly decay.
Has managed to talk from beyond the starry road. Friends with Lef and Vaxin. Wife Ilyeana. Sidhlot is the one who apparently has resurrected Marstan's wife (Ilyeanna) and may have been holding her prisoner to make Marstan reverse the process on Sorrow.
Visions
The vision paraphrased below by the player of Sanur at the Wren's nest was seen after the point Marstan had been captured by Sorrow's forces.[1]
The air grew icy cold as a frigid breeze filtered in. A mist carrying the scent of damp earth rolled in at my feet. It then coalesced into the vaguely recognizable form of a Shade. It hovered just beyond reach.
The shade reached out with misty tendrils, as if trying to draw strength from the life within the room. It motioned as if for silence. It spread itself thinner, flickering. Light played across its smoky countenance, and a series of blurred images began to form, shifting rapidly from one to the other.
The first vision that came was of a young Elothean couple, standing before an altar. Dressed in festive clothes and beaming with happiness, they exchanged a tender kiss. The next vision was of a haggard black-haired Elothean man staggering through a blinding snowstorm, carrying a bundled-up figure. Within sight of an old monastery, he collapsed from exhaustion, doing his best to shield his precious burden from the storm. A solemn line of hooded monks trudged forth to collect the travelers.
Then, came the next vision. Dim firelight flickered through a spartan room. A frail Elothean woman lay motionless upon a small cot, her golden hair fanned across the pillow. The black-haired man knelt beside the bed,praying fervently as he clasped her hand - tears streaming down his face. The woman struggled for breath, and I could almost hear her rasping gasps. With an imperceptible sigh, her life left her, her hand slipping from his grasp. A monk at the foot of the bed bowed his head solemnly.
a dusty room of a forgotten fortress where stood the black-haired man. He was pouring over the brittle pages of ancient tomes, with yellowed scrolls laying spread out around him. He stood and paced about the room, talking low to himself and worrying at his wedding ring.
The preceding vision was of the black-haired man standing before a carefully tended grave. He looked gaunt, unkempt. Raising his arms, he mouthed words of an ancient tongue. His body was buffeted by a rising wind, and the hairs on my arms stood on end. As he worked the ritual, a luminous shape with long golden hair materialized above the grave. It hovered there, reaching for him. He grew increasingly frustrated and desperate as the form did not solidify. The faint sound of an ethereal sobbing reached my ears. Then a band of hunters in dusty field garb entered the glen. Upon seeing the golden-haired spirit, they drew their weapons and advanced. Knocking the man to the ground as they passed, they attacked the spirit, who writhed in unseen agony from their blows. Eventually they succeeded, and the spirit dissipated like smoke before a breeze. The man stared vacantly at his wife's desecrated grave. He threw his head back and let out a primal scream of utter despair that shook my soul.
At this point the shade began to flicker sharply, weakening. Gathering itself up as best it was able, it displayed one final series of images. The gaunt black-haired man lay broken and beaten in the confines of a dank cell. A dark hooded figure stood over him, the exposed skin of its arms showing rotting flesh. The figure gestured angrily, then kicked the man hard in the ribs before storming from the cell. The man curled up into a ball, and weakly pulled out a faded gold band. He clutched it tightly to his chest.
As the shade finally begins to lose its strength, and started to dissipate, it showed one final, desperate scene. A lank figure was sprawled in a large chair, its features concealed by shadows. Before it stood a thin Elothean woman with long golden hair. She was shivering violently, and gazed around with wide eyes filled with bewildered terror. The shadowy figure indicated the woman with a long bony hand, and I heard the echoing peals of sardonic laughter.
The final tendrils of mist dissolved, and the air warmed once more as the shade departed - its message delivered.