OMG PROLOGUE IS EARLY!
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[HEADING=1]THE OBSIDIAN FLAME SPEAKS[/HEADING]
Prologue
Shadows danced about the mysterious ring of stones, flicking around the torchlight. Ghostly silhouettes moved carefully towards the central altar, each cloaked figure knew the purpose of this meeting. Each one entered into a circle formed around the altar, they bowed low to it and one by one placed little brown boxes upon it. One said to the others "The Tithe to thee, Obsidian Flame, is here and waiting for you. We the Midnight Council call thee to us, Obsidian Flame. Flame of the Tower of Eternity, Guardian of the Nine Seals, Lord of the Far Veil."
From the others was the words muttered "
We call to thee on high"
"Obsidian Flame, my words are true."
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Appare, Appare"
"Servilletas, Veritas, Eternitas, Solemnitas, Serentias"
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Appare, Appare"
"I call thee, Obsidian Flame! The corners of creation shall ring with my call!"
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Appare, Appare"
"I SUMMON THEE ARRAS AURAE REX FUTURAS!"
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Appare! Appare!"
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APPARE ARRAS AURAE REX FUTURAS, ONCE AND FUTURE KING!"
There was a rumbling quake in the earth as green light split the altar. Rising from a misty crevasse in the world came a winged creature. It had wings of ash and a body of molten lava. It solidified into a black robed man with feathered wings, eyes glowing with embers. The summoners bowed low and as the specter scanned the circle it said
"
Who among thee has authority to treat with me?" its voice shaking with the weight of power.
"I, Arcturus, High Master of the Guardians stand as Keystone!"
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I am the voice of the Obsidian Flame, my tongue speaks his words"
"We summon thee to impart on us the future and the will of your master. We have known the Far Veil trembles..."
The specter cut him off "
The Far Veil trembles at the coming of far darker things. Evil curls in its tower brooding and waiting. The waking of things long sleeping is near, far more than the unnameable ones can hope to match."
"Oh Voice, what wakes in the Dark?"
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The Soul Scourges, the Great Lords of the Dark, rise to wakefulness. Their wrath shall shake the Far Veil a thousandfold, thy world stands on the edge of a feather. When the hour arrives, there shall be blood. So is foretold, so comes to pass. Thy Third Betrayer shall kiss the feet of the Great Lords of the Dark."
"How shall we prevent this tragedy?"
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Thy Betrayer must die first, ere he call the Scourges to thy world. The Scourges will first slay the unnameable ones down and reclaim lordship o'er the Far Veil. They must not know of this world."
The cadre bowed again and remained kneeling as the spirit began to vanish, sending up a tall beacon of green energy. Echoing as it vanished were the words "
Thy fate is writ in fire and blood"
The the Conclave Chambers, Guardians and Masters and Apprentices alike were assembled. The High Masters were preparing to speak. It was uneasy, the atmosphere cloying, when Sabrina stood to speak the room hushed.
"As you all know, the myths of the Betrayers hang o'er us as the sword o'er Damocles. Fate demands he come, and come he shall, for though the called one was slain by an arrow his sword still lives."
She then unsheathed a long red sword with a silver handle which burst into sudden flame, many exhalations of shock were heard.
"The fire brand
Heliophias still lives though its master, a good and noble Guardian, be dead and buried. He was fated Third Betrayer, but his death marks a change. The sword is the instrument by which the Chaos will end us. The sword calls to each and every one of thee, I know this for I feel it as I do now hold it in my hand. Its evil calls out, and none of you must answer! This blade, this instrument, is a curse on us. To destroy it, it must be brought to the Far Veil. To the Tower of the Obsidian Flame."
The room gasped, shuffling a little.
Gabriel spoke up then "This quest is not for the faint of heart or the weak of will. The depths of the Far Veil are hungering places. To remove this instrument, is to remove another way the Chaos and Darkness may Betray us and destroy us. Curse the name of the Betrayers, Honor the name Ignacio and his power over the whispers of evil that haunted his ear. This blade be his legacy, his curse, now it must be broken! The Obsidian Flame spoke and it told us of the waking of even darker things than the unnamed ones."
Murmurs of discontent echoed and Sabrina sheathed the sword "The Soul Scourges, the Great Lords of the Dark, wake from their centuries long slumber. The Obsidian Flame knows this, he has felt the tremors of their waking. Evil chews at the edges of this world, we must crush their means of entrance."
Quiet ensued as Arcturus stepped forward and set the other High Masters to stand back.
"I call unto thee, Guardians and Apprentices. To go to the Tower of the Obsidian Flame and look upon his glory is a frightening task, and evil things live in the Far Veil beyond knowing. I ask those who wish to join us to step forward. Thy guide shall be the High Priest of Avalon, he knows the ways. Avalon be thy door. Step forward if you wish to join this quest."
(Psst: Players. You are the ones who step forward!)