Subj: [ffml] [MW] The Mystic's Retribution
Date: 98-09-21 07:41:08 EDT
From: magusprime@juno.com (Ian C)
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From: magusprime@juno.com (Ian C)
Amazing, the things that've been posted since I've been away...
Schala's....story...was the perfect way for me to try and enter this
Moogle War thing and have it be part of the plot...well, sort of. So
enjoy. :)
(Omg I never thought I'd join the MW...but oh well, I need something to
keep me occupied...and here) ;)
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The dark mage awoke with a start, his head still throbbing as images from
the horrid dream continued to surge through his mind. It's just a dream,
he told himself as he flung the bedcovers aside and donned his black
robe. No, that couldn't have been a dream, it was too vivid... He felt
his dreamstone medallion throb faintly, and instinctively, he reached for
it. The instant his fingers touched the pale red stone, more images
flashed through his mind, images he couldn't bear to see.
"No!" His hand clenched it tightly, and with a quick jerking motion the
dark mage tore the medallion from his neck and hurled it to the ground,
halting the images. The stone continued glowing for several moments,
then faded away. Janus then reached for it again, picking it up as one
might a wounded pet. After assuring himself it was undamaged, he
carefully placed it in one of his robe pockets then walked out to the
balcony, where he stood, watching waves of elemental energy whirl about,
gather, then break apart in the lightless void of Limbo; his dark
citadel, New Medina and the small chunk of rock on which it all rested
upon being the only stable matter in the entire plane.
Janus's thoughs were interrupted as he heard someone approaching. He
sighed.
"It's time we returned to the natural realm again, Aurora." he said,
continuing to gaze over the edge of the balcony.
"Does that mean you've found the answers you've been seeking all this
time?" came the voice of the woman Aurora. Janus turned slowly to face
her.
"Not yet, but I can't stay here any longer," he said, still shaken by
what he'd seen in his visions. "A terrible wrong has been inflicted upon
my own flesh and blood, and it shall not go unpunished. We'll be merging
once again with the natural realm now, go to the orb chamber and begin
preperations. I will meet you there shortly."
"As you wish," she said, turning around to leave. "I'm sorry, whatever
it was that happened."
"Don't be sorry, it's nothing you or any of us could've stopped from this
place, which is why we're returning now, despite the fact that I haven't
fully found that which I sought here." Janus sighed heavily, then
returned to his contemplating as the mystic known as Aurora seemingly
floated back into the castle.
She was a rare breed of mystic, seeing how, unlike most, she could easily
pass as a human, save for her slightly-pointed ears which were often
covered by tendrils of wavy white hair, making it impossible to
distinguish her from normal humans by her ears anyway.
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"Ah, you're here," came the voice of Aurora. She stood in front of a
large glowing orb upon a pedestal surrounded by 4 tall pillars that
reached halfway to the ceiling. Aurora stood entranced, focusing power
through the orb, steadily increasing it's brightness. Janus joined her
on the other side of the orb, and slowly, the dim glow gained in
luminance until surges of energy arced across the surface. The two
stepped back, and Janus withdrew his dreamstone medallion and held it
toward the orb while focusing his energies through it. It flared bright
red for an instant, then the light around the amulet gathered and shot
toward the orb in a brilliant beam of crimson. The ground began to shake
as bolts of raw magical energy arced upward from the orb to each of the
four pillars. Currents ran down the pillars and spread throughout the
castle. Slowly, each brick, each door, each piece of furnature, each
dwelling outside in New Medina, the land on which everything stood began
to take on a glow. Faint at first, the light grew brighter until it was
blinding. Moments passed, and the brilliance began to fade as quickly as
it came, and when it cleared, the dark mage's citadel and the land of New
Medina once sat under a blue sky.
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"I'm leaving you in charge of keeping things in order while I'm away,
Aurora. Contact me if you need anything, but here is where I must leave
for awhile," Janus said, packing a few essentials into a bag. With a
wave of his hand, the bag shrunk until it was no larger than a ping-pong
ball. He slid it into a pocket in his robe, then turned to Aurora. "Now
I begin my hunt for the walking dead, better known as Keren, Kuren, and
Karak."
The dark mage reached for his trusty scythe and closed his eyes for a
moment, as if envisioning where this dreadful act was commited. His
dreamstone began glowing, accompanied an eerie humming sound, and moments
later, he opened his eyes again, now assured of his destination.
Janus made his way out of the castle and out of New Medina, eventually
arriving at the makeshift camp his revelations had depicted. A sadistic
smile crossed the dark mage's face as he watched multitudes of stocky,
white, fuzzballs wander from tent to tent, carrying on menial chores.
This is going to be FUN.
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Well, there it is...haven't made any attempt at writing in ages, so
please don't mind the fact that it sucks. I stopped it here 'cause other
than Schala's chapter, I don't know what's going on in the MW an' don't
really wanna screw anything up. :) (I deleted the 3000+ unread ffml
messages I had stored up...NO way am I gonna try to read and sort through
all THAT, so I'll have to figure stuff out as I go along) ;)
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