| Not Quite The Begining But A Start Long before the first reckoning of time, a mage stands on a cliff overlooking a vast plain of stars, galaxies, and universes. The Star plains. With his Sight he sees a complex symphony of power. Power that has existed since the beginning of time and would probably continue to endure long after Elvinkind, and all the other races, present or future, had vanished from memory and time ceased to be. Laughing softly he thinks; The harmony of the universe! Then slowly, Reluctantly he turns away from the extraordinary view and though he still hears the music he feels a sense of loss, as though he may never again view such beauty with eyes so innocent. However, he realizes that such is not the case, for he had not been innocent for quite some time. Regretfully he shifts his attention from such matters and ponders his chosen battlefield, the battle he is destined to fight and doomed to loose on the shadow darkened stage of the Star Plains. Instinctively he knows this and begins to accept that he will never again view the Plains in his corporeal form after this last desperate stand for his beliefs lost hopes, and shattered dreams. Slowly solemnly he bends his will to the tedious task at hand. That of preparing for his last stand, his last chance to spit into the face of the dark master, Quiet Storm's one time friend and mentor. Sorrowfully he Works each element separately, drawing them from the local Ley lines and nodes, splitting each line into a separate strand of power fine as spider silk, then weaving the elements into a network of deadly traps, invisible to any that do not know of their assistance, and their making. Knowledge possessed by only himself and four other True Adepts, two of which had been murdered, leaving only him and one other, The Dark Master. To him they appear to be nothing more than randomly placed spider webs, webs which appear as though a lethargic spider had failed to finish, to attach the final thread. They mesh together all the elements and though each element had to be channeled separately, they appear as though they had all been woven together, all at once. However this idea was well known to be incorrect To attempt such a feat would be dangerous, if not outright suicidal. Each web had one dominant element, Fire, Wind Water Earth and Spirit. Each web has one purpose and that purpose is to kill, maim, destroy or trap all those unwary and foolish beings which work for the Dark Master. Each Web has it's own task. Each Web will perform it's task with deadly efficiency, this he knows. Finally after surveying his chosen battlefield, the Scarred Plains, which set in whatever place ti chooses to be in the Star Plains (a phenominum that still can not be explained) |