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#13
06-13-2010, 04:48 PM
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All I saw of the event was a giant Sol Ro.. and then lots of yellow shouting. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]
I got a screeny, but it looks just like Snifs, kinda..
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#15
06-13-2010, 06:07 PM
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The foreboding Deathtoll Bell Tower, it rises higher than most mountains of Norrath. A soul could be lost forever within its hallways and forever is a possibility in the land of undeath that this structure dominates. For all its grandeur, it is not a place anyone hopes to visit. Yet, I find myself in an afterlife odyssey that demands my presence upon the bleak landscape of Ethernere.
If time existed upon this realm, I would have been here for five quatrains, wandering by the lost souls and doppelgangers. Every so often I cross an entity that strikes at my memory, a former friend or treacherous foe. If I can, I help them find their afterlife. If I must, I send them to oblivion. However, souls are never meant to leave the Deathtoll Bell Tower, they were summoned by the far reaching and bone chilling gongs of the bells. No, they must find their penance within the labyrinthine tower. Within this madness I seek the same and much more. Every so often, I encounter shades in the bell tower, doppelgangers of living entities that are still bound to other realms. Some of these phantasmal counterparts break free of the bewitching bells. Sometimes they gather and perform tasks that mimic the events of another life. It was on the run from the Harrowing Horde that I found myself in an unexpected place. Within the vastness of the Deathtoll Bell Tower, this was truly the last sight I expected. Before me were gathered a large number of shades and lost souls, each raising a tankard. Behind them stretched a long bar manned by a wide array of barkeeps. I waded through to lose myself amidst the revelry. The Harrowing Horde passed. Having lost the Harrowing Horde, I found myself in a haunting tavern in Deathtoll Bell Tower. Although you would think that many of these entities would recall their hatred for the drunkard swaying next to them, there was no brawling. Teir'Dal and Koada'Dal drank side by side. Dwarf and ratonga leaned upon each other and swayed in inebriated cadence. This was a haunting safe haven where the lost have forgotten the urgency to escape. This was an eternal tavern where the revelry defied the grim reality of existence. There are places in Deathtoll Bell Tower that are best departed before they snare you with a bewitching memory. To stay too long will lead to forever. The ghostly tavern I now stood in was such a place. I had best leave at once-but hold! I am a man of music and there in a realm far from mine, I hear it again, having heard it only once before. It was the song of the Church of Ale... so I had a few. | ||
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#16
06-13-2010, 06:19 PM
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This is a dark brooding land of agony. It is a small pocket dimension. At the center of this small realm rises the Deathtoll Tower. This immense bell tower rings aloud, but in a low long gong. It rings whenever someone dies in the universe and their spirit is taken here to a limbo like state. Spirits wander the land and some even fly about and swirl around the tower in the eternal blood red sky. It is here all that pass through the gates of death must visit. Here they wait in a timeless space. They will either pass on to an eternal land within one of the primary planes or they will be returned to their realm. Here souls await their fate and here to can be found a few souls attempting to escape their eternal fate. Some who have sold their soul to eternal lands, lands no one would care to see, often attempt a futile escape back into mortal realms. Only a few souls thus far have been able to escape and of those even fewer escaped the Harrowing Horde sent to capture the escaped souls.
Of all the dimenesions theorized by great philosophers and theologists of Norrath, Ethernere is the one with the greatest amount of aliases. Limbo, The Gray Wastes, The Sea of Souls, The Land of Haunts, etc. There are a multitude of mythical names applied to this dimension. Norrath does have one nickname growing in popularity or at least in use. This alias for Ethernere is the Gray Fields. | ||
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#18
06-13-2010, 07:14 PM
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poor Ghaz [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]
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