Shattered Skies

((Eh... sorry about that, and to you Icy for throwing words out there. Lesson learned. Hope I'm doing good for my first RP ever.))

Tenhs last comment as he walked out of the tavern jolted him inside and he held back any reactions he had to it. Shattered just silently kicked himself on the inside.

"Sorry m'lord, just dumbing it up for her", Shattered muttered under his breath knowing full well Tenh would be able to hear it as he exited.

Shattered walked over to the counter where the bartender was eyeing him. "Glass of ale and give it some punch, surprise me." A quick nod and a few moments later a large mug was placed in front of him.

Shattered threw a couple coins onto the table and walked out of the tavern with the mug.

He made his way casually to the cloth weaver from across the street of the tavern and picked up a couple large rolls of linen. Each roll was a very deep dark purple, almost black. To most, it would look as though he was going to tailor up some suits for the noblemen and royals. It wasn't uncommon to see Shattered buying the best of whatever ingredients he needed to craft something.

He walked back to his small home just on the outside of the city walls. He didnt have any land other then the home, but he didnt care. It was big enough to house his own custom forge and anvil, looms, and any tools or materials that he needed to store for various assignments and projects.

He sat down in a mahogany chair beside a small workbench and laid down all the linen he had bought earlier. He started working on various little stitchings all around the linen and cutting it into various lengths and sizes and thicknesses.

"I have till the sun rises... all night", he thought to himself.

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That was it. It was done, nearly all of the people in the room voiced their wish to join him, and the ones who were silent at least weren't leaving the room. It was time for Mayodore to finish this, before something happened to ruin this occasion. He smiled at his new followers, even if they didn't really know they were yet, and was about to say something when Martha marched down the stairs, studiously ignoring all who were in it except him. She walked up to him and placed her face close to his ear and whispered, "A gentleman upstairs left a message for you with one of my serving girls, thank god she came to me before she did anything else, though chances are she'll be blabbering about secret meetings down here all month." He eyed her, waiting for her to get to the point. She grimaced and continued, "anyway, he, the man, said to tell you to meet him at Bowors Stable. You know it?" He nodded, but said nothing. She returned his nod, spun around, and marched back up the stairs, continuing to pretend that there was no one in the room but him and her.

Though he didn't let any of it show on his face, Mayodore was troubled. Who was this man, and what did he want? Well, there was nothing he could do now but continue. His smile frozen to his face, he walked over to a wall that was covered by a dreary tarp, though otherwise was empty. He tore down the tarp and revealed what was on the wall. There, all in straight lines and right-angles, was a large Circle, six by six feet in diameter, and very complex. It was doubtful anyone in the room besides him knew anything about it. Hell, he was lucky to know anything about it. He turned back to the people, his smile a little less forced. "This, is a portal spell. With it, we will be miles away from this place in minutes, and no one will be the wiser." Except, of course, the guards Martha would alert to such a treasonous meeting, just like any loyal servant of the king. The wanted posters that would appear around town would further seal these people to his cause.

Without giving them a chance to argue, he slapped his hands onto two points in the Circle. Carefully, he dipped into his power, and began the necessary procedures. He just barely had enough power to open it, and thankfully it was easier to hold a portal then open one, or he wouldn't be able to ferry everyone through safely. As it was they would have to hunch their backs a little. Slowly, the lines of the Circle began to glow with a color that seemed somehow colorless, now blue, now orange, every color in the spectrum. Mayodore didn't know why it looked so strange, but as far as he could tell it wouldn't hurt you. Finally, the light coalesced into an opening, four feet high and three feet wide. Well, perhaps they would have to do a little more then hunch. He stepped back and motioned toward the opening. "Don't be afraid, I've done this before and I came out just fine, all my pieces attached." He didn't mention that the experience was quite nightmarish, though he'd since discovered his was an isolated incident. He suspected it was different for everyone, just as the experience of drawing power was different for everyone.

(((Go ahead and have fun making up your experiences through the portal, just don't describe to much when we get to the other side, as I've got plans for that.)))

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shadowsworn

OOC Edit: Is this dead already, now?

IC:Telthan sat forward in his chair slightly as the woman (Marcy, or whatever her name was) whispered in Mayodore's ear. He could have used magic to hear what was being said, but he decided not to take the risk. Some other magic user in the room might see what he was doing, and then his cover would be blown completely.

Instead, he contented himself with looking at their faces intently, trying to read the meaning of what they were saying there. The woman looked troubled, he saw.

Perhaps something has gone wrong, maybe the guards are coming sooner than they expected

The two parted, Mayodore's face was unreadable. Purposely so thought Telthan, who of necessity, being a noble with ambition, had long ago trained himself to read even the tiniest minutae of expression. Interesting.

He filed that away for future consideration, now, though. Mayodore walked over to the wall, and pulled down the tarp.

Telthan's hand slipped on the side of his chair and he almost fell, managing to catch himself before anyone noticed. A Portal? he thought, How was that possible? But there was no mistaking it. Telthan had seen drawings of portals in books, but had never discovered the art to their creation himself.

What is happening here?

He stood up quietly, looking hard at the intricate lines and swirls. It certainly looks like what I'd imagine a portal to be... He continued looking at it, watching the drifting waves of colours on it's surface, fading and rising into one another in a chaotic rhythm.

Then a group of men stepped between him and Mayodore, and he raised one hand very slightly, and muttered a few words, barely moving his lips. It only took a second, but now he could feel the magic of the portal. It is magical then, and not some trick... He bit his lip. That doesn't mean it's not a trap, that this isn't some design by Elwyn Cantho or somoen else. He shrugged resignedly, it was far too late to turn back now.

Only one way to find out.

He stepped into the wall...

a surge of blinding colours, and a sudden burst of sound like a wind which grew in a second to deafening, then a sudden sensation of claustrophobic darkness and whispers on the edge of hearing, where they in his head a sensation of falling through pure whiteness and it was cold the sound was now a scream inhuman tortured and high beyond the human running from something, though he couldn't remember why, then suddenly there is a wall, he turns and now the screaming was all encompassing in the chaos of blue and black that cuts like knives there is blood running in lines down his hands then there is a sudden blackness below him and

he stepped out of the wall.

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Icy

(OCC - Sorry for a OCC post!! As far as I know, I'm not dropping this yet. I'm just waiting for the DAY to finish....)

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