The Death Gate Cycle: A Septavirate Tale
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Haplo crouched in the bushes at the edge of the trees looking out over the open area leading to the next gate. He could see the creatures of the labyrinth lying in wait for him, intent on stopping him. The labyrinth, his people's prison, always had a plentiful supply of enemies. They could not see him yet, but as soon as he broke cover they would. His lean rune covered body was tired, his magic spent from the long battles. He had used up all of his rune enhanced weapons and was left with a crude club and a buckler. There was no safe area to rest so he knew he had to move soon or die. Coiling himself he sprang forwards hoping to take his enemies by surprise. For about two seconds no challenge was raised but then the Wolven crouching on the plain spotted him and they moved to attack him their howls calling for reinforcements. He flew at them striking them down as fast as he could with his crude weapon. There where too many of them. A sword bit deep into his left arm and another sliced over his ribs. There where only 2 left standing of the 7 that attacked him but he was weakening fast due to the loss of blood. The two remaining wolven split up to attack from either side. If he engaged one he would leave himself open to the other. His hatred for them built to a point where he could no longer stand it. Born in the labyrinth, he had seen it and its creatures murder his parents and thousands of he people. With strength born of rage he charged the one to his right crushing its skull with a single blow. The other one lunged and he saw the blade slicing towards his heart rune and there was nothing he could do about it. Suddenly a vicious growl erupted from his left and a large dog came flying out of nowhere taking the wolven from its blind side. As the two went down the wolven stabbed at the new attacker and a pain filled yelp rang out. Using the last of his strength Haplo swung his club down hitting the wolven at the base of his neck snapping its spine. With his rage, energy and strength spent he collapsed. A warm lethargic glow seemed to spread slowly through his body, wiping away the pain. He was too tired to heal himself. He had fought so long. It would be so easy to just slip away into peaceful oblivion. A wet tongue swiped his hand. He looked over and saw the dog, wounded, looking intently at him. It could not stand it was so badly wounded but it had crawled over. He angrily told it to get lost. Misunderstanding the dog wagged its tail set its eyes on the tree line and gamely tried to stand to go get help. Haplo sighed. Stupid dog. He painfully rolled over and took the dog's head between his hands. He closed the circle of his being and let the healing magic of his people flow through the animal and back into him. The wounds slowly closed. He would need a healing sleep to completely recover but for now he was ok. He stood and faced the gate again. The dog now also better rubbed against his side and gave a happy bark that seemed to say, "let's go!" There where after all still many gates to pass.
More background: Haplo is a Patryn. In the past there where two races who could use rune magic. The Sartan and the patryn's. A war erupted between the two and the Sartan in their desperation to win sundered the world into 4 worlds to defeat their enemies. In the cataclysm that ensued they cast their ancient enemies into the labyrinth, a correction house. Over time things did not go well with the new worlds they had created and the sartan vanished. The jail keeper sartan where some of the first to disappear. Bereft of its keepers the labyrinth slowly changed, becoming deadly. Terrible creatures started roaming it killing each other and the patryns. The patryns became harder, stronger, survivors. With the sartan gone the mensch (Humans, dwarves and elves) on the 4 new worlds lived, fought, and traded among themselves without the ruling race that they viewed as demi-Gods. The patryns where forgotten in their prison. Some of them where runners. Lone individuals like Haplo who tried to get through as many gates as possible in an attempt to reach the final gate. Others where squatters, who roamed in small bands and passed gates when they could. On Chelstrea, world of water, an evil, born of the hatred between Sartan and Patryn was born and started to direct chaos, growing strong of fear, hatred and death. The Evil born was in the form of great demonic creatures.
For the purposes of my story:
The one directing a part of the labyrinth was called Andarial!
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Haplo crouched in the bushes at the edge of the trees looking out over the open area leading to the next gate. He could see the creatures of the labyrinth lying in wait for him, intent on stopping him. The labyrinth, his people's prison, always had a plentiful supply of enemies. They could not see him yet, but as soon as he broke cover they would. His lean rune covered body was tired, his magic spent from the long battles. He had used up all of his rune enhanced weapons and was left with a crude club and a buckler. There was no safe area to rest so he knew he had to move soon or die. Coiling himself he sprang forwards hoping to take his enemies by surprise. For about two seconds no challenge was raised but then the Wolven crouching on the plain spotted him and they moved to attack him their howls calling for reinforcements. He flew at them striking them down as fast as he could with his crude weapon. There where too many of them. A sword bit deep into his left arm and another sliced over his ribs. There where only 2 left standing of the 7 that attacked him but he was weakening fast due to the loss of blood. The two remaining wolven split up to attack from either side. If he engaged one he would leave himself open to the other. His hatred for them built to a point where he could no longer stand it. Born in the labyrinth, he had seen it and its creatures murder his parents and thousands of he people. With strength born of rage he charged the one to his right crushing its skull with a single blow. The other one lunged and he saw the blade slicing towards his heart rune and there was nothing he could do about it. Suddenly a vicious growl erupted from his left and a large dog came flying out of nowhere taking the wolven from its blind side. As the two went down the wolven stabbed at the new attacker and a pain filled yelp rang out. Using the last of his strength Haplo swung his club down hitting the wolven at the base of his neck snapping its spine. With his rage, energy and strength spent he collapsed. A warm lethargic glow seemed to spread slowly through his body, wiping away the pain. He was too tired to heal himself. He had fought so long. It would be so easy to just slip away into peaceful oblivion. A wet tongue swiped his hand. He looked over and saw the dog, wounded, looking intently at him. It could not stand it was so badly wounded but it had crawled over. He angrily told it to get lost. Misunderstanding the dog wagged its tail set its eyes on the tree line and gamely tried to stand to go get help. Haplo sighed. Stupid dog. He painfully rolled over and took the dog's head between his hands. He closed the circle of his being and let the healing magic of his people flow through the animal and back into him. The wounds slowly closed. He would need a healing sleep to completely recover but for now he was ok. He stood and faced the gate again. The dog now also better rubbed against his side and gave a happy bark that seemed to say, "let's go!" There where after all still many gates to pass.
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Class Title Name Build Lvl Location Best Finds
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Druid - Haplo Windy+dog 10 NL-A1-WP2
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More background: Haplo is a Patryn. In the past there where two races who could use rune magic. The Sartan and the patryn's. A war erupted between the two and the Sartan in their desperation to win sundered the world into 4 worlds to defeat their enemies. In the cataclysm that ensued they cast their ancient enemies into the labyrinth, a correction house. Over time things did not go well with the new worlds they had created and the sartan vanished. The jail keeper sartan where some of the first to disappear. Bereft of its keepers the labyrinth slowly changed, becoming deadly. Terrible creatures started roaming it killing each other and the patryns. The patryns became harder, stronger, survivors. With the sartan gone the mensch (Humans, dwarves and elves) on the 4 new worlds lived, fought, and traded among themselves without the ruling race that they viewed as demi-Gods. The patryns where forgotten in their prison. Some of them where runners. Lone individuals like Haplo who tried to get through as many gates as possible in an attempt to reach the final gate. Others where squatters, who roamed in small bands and passed gates when they could. On Chelstrea, world of water, an evil, born of the hatred between Sartan and Patryn was born and started to direct chaos, growing strong of fear, hatred and death. The Evil born was in the form of great demonic creatures.
For the purposes of my story:
The one directing a part of the labyrinth was called Andarial!