Difference between revisions of "MZA Alliance Dawning"

Revision as of 16:21, 10 August 2009

Alliance Dawning

Last evening Lady Dawn was scheduled to lead a party destined for a meeting with the mysterious silver-robed seers. Unfortunately, she never arrived at the Britain Counselor's Hall. The strange bird seen scavenging the corpses after the Shadow Army's unsuccessful attempts to conquer Luna flew into the building and directed attention to a letter laying on a display case.

Dawn left a letter asking that we meet her 'at the place mentioned in Sherry's story.' The story she references is not Sherry's well-known My Story, but a lesser-known work called Cat and the Mongbat. However, the copy which had been left for the group to read had been pilfered by the vile avian. It forced the crowd to chase it all the way to The Cleaver butchershop before relinquishing the tome.

Sherry's tale told of her day at a fair in mainland Skara Brae and her outsmarting a hungry tabby. A mad stampede to the Jollier Fairgrounds ensued, causing many to rush headlong into a battalion of the Shadow Army.

In the center of the chaos at the Fairgrounds stood Dawn, motionless as a statue - because she was one. Surrounding her current form were golden statues similar to the ones found in Deceit when Casca was using the Moongate Control Crystal in the secret chamber.

After the army's defeat, a statue called the True Shrieking Grotesque cried out to those gathered that a lich named Pygmalion had turned Lady Dawn into statue, and that he currently resided in the dungeon of Covetous where he practiced necroartistry.

We found Pygmalion in the crypts deep in Covetous, surrounded by many lich lords and skeletal warriors. The lich's demise came following a protracted battle, but eventually it was safe enough to peruse a book he had written about his passion. It described his work, and the foul act he perpetrated on Lady Dawn:

Excerpt from My Art, My Genius
by Pygmalion

This current masterpiece was a request. I don't usually lower my art to the whims of others, but these Shadowlords understand my vision. Each one is singularly devoted to an artistic metaphor. Even the people they choose to associate with fit this theme. Astaroth has his hatred and his thug Andrew. A beautiful motion of aggression and despise. Nosfentor uses his kitten Melissa to kill from the shadows, a performance piece of cowardice. Faulinei's lies are poetry. I wish I could paint the many faces of his man, the Pauper, the Prince. The masterpiece they want shows their vision.

While petrification isn't my usual route, I understand why they want this heroine's curse to be temporary. They want to wake the stone of her form after they have won, to gloat and show the mastery of their vice. They need a paragon of virtue to juxtapose with their own metaphors. To follow their goals, I have cast a simple petrification spell on this Dawn. When the time comes, I will deliver the three mallet and chisel sets I have made to seal the curse. Each Shadowlord will take hold of a set and strike against the stone human, passing the magic to her stone form to reawaken it. A few spell words are necessary as well Vas An Ort Rel Ylem In Mani. Beautiful. Such artistry if I do say so myself. Now where in my studio did I put those mallets?

Somehow, I was fortunate enough to retrieve one of the mallet and chisels myself from the putrid corpse of the necroartist. A similar mallet had been located by Thanatos Angelos of the Legacy of the Fallen, and the third was retrieved by an unknown individual. We returned to the Fairgrounds to free Lady Dawn of her condition before she began to attract pigeons.

Unfortunately, this is where things went began to go awry. Several misguided citizens decided to take it upon themselves to be as juvenile and disruptive as possible, causing it to take far longer to revive Dawn then necessary. Once back amongst the flesh and blood, she urged us onward to the Shrine of Spirituality where the meeting with the mysterious seer was overdue.

Unsurprisingly, the Shrine was guarded by minions of the Shadowlords intent on preventing access. Once their corpses rested peacefully on the forest floor, Dawn chanted the Mantra of Spirituality triggering the magic which would allow us to access the seer's location.

In reality, the seer turned out to be Fayaxion, a majestic Platinum Dragon. Sadly, the children in the crowd behaved deplorably - swarming the dragon and interfering with its attempt to speak with Dawn.

Shouting over the stupidity, the pair came to an agreement of alliance to defend the realm from the Shadowlords, Casca, and the Crimson Dragons. Lady Dawn will lead the Virtuous citizens in the crusade against the forces of evil.

Their first joint action will be to end the Shadow Army threat against Luna tomorrow afternoon. Lady Dawn asks that all able bodied warriors and mages assemble by 2:30pm by the Central Skies (2pm CST, August 9th, 2009).

(OOC: Those who disrupted this event and acted like spoiled brats should be ashamed, their guilds should be ashamed, and the shard of Great Lakes should be ashamed. Spamming, crowding, and trash talk have no place at an EM event - or any event for that matter. Grow up.)

LONG LIVE DAWN!
LONG LIVE BRITANNIA!

Lady Martyna Z'muir, Library of Sosaria

Back to 2009 Martyna Z'muir Archives

Back to Martyna Z'muir Archives Main Page

@@ Line 16: / Line 16: @@
 [[Image:AD-Pygmalion.gif|right]]We found Pygmalion in the crypts deep in Covetous, surrounded by many lich lords and skeletal warriors. The lich's demise came following a protracted battle, but eventually it was safe enough to peruse a book he had written about his passion. It described his work, and the foul act he perpetrated on Lady Dawn:
 [[Image:AD-LadyDawnStatue.jpg|right]]<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="60%" align="center" border="0"><tr><td><i><b>Excerpt from My Art, My Genius</b><br>by Pygmalion <br><br>This current masterpiece was a request. I don't usually lower my art to the whims of others, but these Shadowlords understand my vision. Each one is singularly devoted to an artistic metaphor. Even the people they choose to associate with fit this theme. Astaroth has his hatred and his thug Andrew. A beautiful motion of aggression and despise. Nosfentor uses his kitten Melissa to kill from the shadows, a performance piece of cowardice. Faulinei's lies are poetry. I wish I could paint the many faces of his man, the Pauper, the Prince. The masterpiece they want shows their vision. <br><br>While petrification isn't my usual route, I understand why they want this heroine's curse to be temporary. They want to wake the stone of her form after they have won, to gloat and show the mastery of their vice. They need a paragon of virtue to juxtapose with their own metaphors. To follow their goals, I have cast a simple petrification spell on this Dawn. When the time comes, I will deliver the three mallet and chisel sets I have made to seal the curse. Each Shadowlord will take hold of a set and strike against the stone human, passing the magic to her stone form to reawaken it. A few spell words are necessary as well Vas An Ort Rel Ylem In Mani. Beautiful. Such artistry if I do say so myself. Now where in my studio did I put those mallets?</i></td></tr></table>
 Somehow, I was fortunate enough to retrieve one of the mallet and chisels myself from the putrid corpse of the necroartist. A similar mallet had been located by Thanatos Angelos of the Legacy of the Fallen, and the third was retrieved by an unknown individual. We returned to the Fairgrounds to free Lady Dawn of her condition before she began to attract pigeons.

Difference between revisions of "MZA Alliance Dawning"

Revision as of 16:21, 10 August 2009

Navigation menu

Views

Personal tools