Shyntril reborn

**Anume** · June 14, 2010

*Izorayin was bountied and in true drow style, Shyntril attempted (and failed)-losing his life, most of his equipment and his dignity! So instead of rage deleting, I decided to RP a little bit and see what happened! Boy did I have some fun!*

[Cartel](Veteran) someone: 'WaZSs thHat NnehEDED?'

[Cartel](Trusted) Shyntril: 'Of course, and just in time..'

[Cartel](Trusted) Shyntril: 'I have finally found my replacement. Come here quickly, to the scene of our battle.'

A gradually widening path

You manage to climb upward to this large plateau which now seems

to spread out for miles. Centered in the plateau, you can start

making out the sprawl of the great city of Rheydin. The smell of

foods in the market and fireplace smoke start to greet your

nose.

[Exits: east west]

[KNIGHT] [||||||](2) A mighty Fortress looms over the area.

The corpse of Shyntril is lying here.

[Cartel](Veteran) someone: 'To be blackjacked again?'

[Cartel](Trusted) Shyntril: 'There will be no blackjack here.'

[Cartel](Veteran) someone: 'I come.'

*Izorayin arrives a few hours later*

Someone says 'Why replacement?'

Shyntril finds a nearby stump and sits down. 'Come, sit.'

Someone sits down and rests.

Someone says 'I will return your things if you need, I do not wish you to leave.'

Shyntril pulls back his robe, revealing a ghastly puss-filled infection.

A smile parts Shyntril's thin lips. 'You have won them, I do not need them where I am headed.'

Someone says 'Why do you leave?'

'You see this wound? It is the result of Oppressant.' Shyntril covers his body again with his black robe.

Someone nods in enthusiastic agreement with you.

Someone says 'What is it?'

You say 'A dark, slow plague. The work of that meddling demon.'

Someone shakes his head in dismay.

Someone says 'Can it be healed? Maybe our dark wizards within the family can care for it.'

Shyntril frowns, coughing up a little blood. 'By Lloth, I wish I knew.' The drow continues 'No, it hasn't responded to anything.'

'No one knows of this.. not even Brehan. It is my plague, and mine alone.' Shyntril forces a little smirk.

Someone says 'You and I are the only one familiar with it?'

You say 'Yes.. and now that I have found you I can rest.'

Someone sighs.

Someone says 'Brehan will be sad. He really liked you.'

You say 'It is better to fade into the shadow then to have all of Aabahran watch my agony.'

Someone says 'I am sad to hear it as well.'

Someone says 'I thought that we both would collect treasures.'

You say 'Instead of sadness young warlock, bring pain with my memory.'

Someone chuckles politely.

You say 'This was my choice. The final test of my fleeting strength.'

Someone says 'I didn't want it to end like this.'

You say 'I have been unraveling before we even battled.'

Someone says with a chuckle 'But you drows have some weird kind of tests to put.'

You say 'One thing I ask of you. Fetch me my cigar from the robe I once held.'

Someone says 'Anything.'

Someone nods at you in agreement.

Someone chuckles politely.

Someone gets A cigar labled 'Welcome to the Family' from a robe of Necropsy.

Someone gives you A cigar labled 'Welcome to the Family'.

A devilish smile crosses the drow's face as Shyntril lights the cigar.

Someone says 'Youhh aReh one craZSzy drow.'

Someone smiles happily.

Plumes of smoke wisp about his head. Shyntril coughs slightly, clutching his side once more. 'Damn that demon.'

Someone says 'Ii wILl aVenNnghe YoUh. YOu Hhaveh MmMy woord.'

Ichor drips from the wound in Shyntril chest. It's dark color stains the ground.

Someone says 'JJUsT a mMOmmennt..'

Shyntril nods.

Someone rides east.

*Izorayin leaves for a moment, so I turn my attention to the young adventurer Atreius.*

A gradually widening path

You manage to climb upward to this large plateau which now seems

to spread out for miles. Centered in the plateau, you can start

making out the sprawl of the great city of Rheydin. The smell of

foods in the market and fireplace smoke start to greet your

nose.

[Exits: east west]

[KNIGHT] [||||||](2) A mighty Fortress looms over the area.

The corpse of Shyntril is lying here.

Atreius is here, sitting astride a white charger.

A Warlock stands here, practicing black magic.

whois atreius

[ Human ] [Male] Atreius the Seeker of Knowledge

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Shyntril winks suggestively at Atreius.

Atreius scratches his temple and says with a slight crack of the voice, 'Uh... excuse me sir. You don't look well...

Atreius says 'Would you like some help getting to a temple?'

Shyntril finds the strength to chuckle. 'Whatever gave it away?'

Atreius probes your form dubiously, but there is a warmth to the gaze.

Shyntril waves his hand at you, pushing you away. 'The healer can do nothing for an infection like this.'

Someone rides in.

A Warlock walks in.

Atreius shakes his head and holds out his hands, 'Don't try to laugh... now c'mon! Let me help you.

Someone says 'I aam hhEhre szshhyntril.'

Someone bows before you.

Someone says 'Do YoU haaveh AhNy wishhEs? Ii will trY To fUlfill thEhm.'

Shyntril pulls his lips tight, clenching them in pain. 'I fear I don't have long. Avenge my passing. The demon must suffer by your hand.'

Atreius takes an agile leap back, extending his palms defensively as he does so.

You say 'Let me accompany you to the bank. Carry me.'

Shyntril hobbles to his feet slowly, painfully.

You stand up.

Someone beckons for you to follow.

Someone says 'Cjan yooUh ffolloOow my warlOozjk?'

Shyntril feels around blindly for your invisibile form.

Izorayin fades into existence.

A Warlock slowly disappears.

Shyntril falls into your arms, grunting in pain.

You now follow Izorayin.

You say 'To the bank.'

Izorayin holds you tightly.

Izorayin rides east.

You follow Izorayin.

*And off to the bank we go!*

The Grand Bank of Rheydin

[Exits: south]

Izorayin is here, sitting astride a white stallion.

Denethar the banker is here to take your money.

You say 'You must give something to Brehan for me.'

Izorayin says 'OfF cjoUhRse.'

You withdraw 414545 gold, minus 41454 for withdrawal fees.

You now have 1 gold in the bank.

You give Izorayin 400000 gold.

You say 'For the temple he helped to craft..'

Izorayin says 'I will ghIive ffrom myselff, as mucHh as nNneeded.'

You say 'Please.. to the temple of Lloth.'

*And off to Lloth's shrine we go.*

The Temple of Darkness

[Exits: west]

A sacrificial altar has been raised here, stained by the blood of its countless victims.

Izorayin is here, sitting astride a white stallion.

Shyntril holds on with his remaining strength, crawling to the altar.

Izorayin says 'We are here, finally.'

Shyntril heaves his body atop the massive stone altar.

Izorayin sighs as he watches you crawling.

The wounds from Shyntril's chest grow deeper and darker as the power of Lloth descends upon the drow's frail body.

Shyntril musters his remaining strength.

Izorayin sighs.

Reaching upwards, Shyntril gasps loudly!

Izorayin prays 'Priestess of Lloth, accept this mighty drow.'

You yell 'LLOTH SAVE ME!'

The power fades from Shyntril's eyes and he falls silent.

Izorayin sighs sadly once more.

Izorayin says 'Goodbye my friend.'

Izorayin says 'You will be remembered.'

A dark spectre of a spider-like creature descends upon Shyntril's torn body, hovering curiously.

Izorayin looks over your body and shakes his head in dismay.

It shrieks loudly and jumps into Shyntril's wound, disappearing from sight!

All falls silent for awhile.. Suddenly Shyntril's hand twitches!

Can it be true?! The drow flips upward from the altar, an unholy glow piercing forth from Shyntril's eyes.

Izorayin smiles happily.

Izorayin says 'Hold on my friend. Be strong!'

Izorayin's drug withdrawal mauls him.

An odd voice comes from Shyntril as he walks towards you. 'Search the robe.

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The Temple of Darkness

Built from the ruins of many small shrines, this medium-sized temple is

dedicated to the deities of Darkness. The architecture is distinctly drow,

and the great stones used have been excavated from the Underdark. Relics,

scriptures, and the symbology of many faiths are displayed here, but the

main sacrificial altar is dedicated to the Cycle and the powers of Death. A

union between the Cycle and Lloth is depicted upon the altar as small

spiders carry corpses into the Pyre, returning them to the Source. The

worship of Chaos and Chance are also shown through the main chamber.

Although this is a place of great evil, it shows the underlying connections

between the various dark faiths, and thus represents the ultimate unifying

power of darkness.

[Exits: west]

A sacrificial altar has been raised here, stained by the blood of its countless victims.

Izorayin is here, sitting astride a white stallion.

You attempt to hide.

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Shadowy figure of great proportions stands in front of you. Your

attention falls first to his eyes, deep black eyes without a sign of life in

them. His large muscular body makes you think that this is one of the

largest of humans that you have ever seen. His entire body is clad in a

black steel armor, even his feet. In his massive hands he wields a large

silver polearm. A long necklace of black velvet flows down his back, the

edges have been embroidered with silver weaving in the form of symbols of

the Mystic. Even of his great and brute size, his face is extremely

beautiful-without even a scar on it. His helmet hums with the intense

energy of the Mystic, few sparkles play their deadly dance around it.

Izorayin currently holds the title of Master Questor of Aabahran.

Izorayin has a few scratches.

Izorayin is using:

(Glowing) (Humming) the Ancient Banner of Illisidar

(Glowing) a Ring of Accuracy

a teeth necklace

a waterproofed barrel set with a viewing port

a werewolf's tooth

(Humming) a robe of Necropsy

(Glowing) (Humming) a pair of satanic sleeves

(Glowing) (Humming) a pair of spiked light-steel gauntlets

(Glowing) some double plated leggings

(Glowing) (Humming) a pair of spiked light-steel boots

an eel-skin cloak fastened with a coral brooch

(Glowing) (Humming) a Burning Sheath of Acid adorned with a tiamat's scale

(Glowing) a steel, cuffed bracer

(Glowing) a glass bracelet adorned with an emblem of Gear

(Humming) a wicked trident

(Glowing) the Powerspring

You peek at the inventory:

( 2) the barrel

(Glowing) the Rod of Time

a stained old loincloth

(Glowing) a tainted clockblade

a green potion

(Glowing) a black veil

(Glowing) (Humming) a pair of spiked light-steel gauntlets

a Solid Shadow

( 2) a sturdy backpack

a seashell ring

(Glowing) (Humming) a Translucent Combat Lantern

(Glowing) (Humming) a kelp whip studded with bony spines

(Glowing) a glass bracelet

a brown garb

(Humming) a silver chalice ornamented with pearls

a Marked bracer

Izorayin's drug withdrawal decimates him!

You feel less aware of your surroundings.

The bellows on the side of Izorayin's helmet hiss softly.

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Got it!

Izorayin says 'What do you need from it?'

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You step out of the shadows.

Living Oak

[Exits: east west]

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The Temple of Darkness

[Exits: west]

A sacrificial altar has been raised here, stained by the blood of its countless victims.

Izorayin is here, sitting astride a white stallion.

'It is not what I need.

You say 'It is not what I need, but you. Drugs.'

A brilliant shower of shooting stars streaks across the sky!

Izorayin gets some dark black leaves from a robe of Necropsy.

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Got it!

Izorayin is surrounded by a white aura.

nod

You nod.