Michael’s Comments (group member since Nov 24, 2008)

Michael’s comments from the More RPG! group.

(i don't know... i wasn't on in months.)

inglades looked at her with a confused and curious expression "alright..."

inglades stood in the corner of the room, watching the crowd flit around him. he was permitted the great honor of wearing his sword in the presence of the king. he didn't care. his head throbbed from a lack of sleep, his muscles ached from weapons practice, and the weight of despair was heavy on him. he sipped his wine slowly, letting it sooth his pain, mental and physical. (sorry i wasn't on in so long)

it took all of his discipline to keep inglades from swearing at the thought of crawling through another magically warded tomb. "wonderful" he said in a sigh "how do we start?"

"sindelian, can't your order do anything about the dragon? they are creatures of magic, i understand, and your order is of the world's masters of magic."

inglades stood in the study, speaking with sindelian. "well then, how do you suggest we slay the dragon?" he demanded.

((i don't really know...))

(lol, i forgot about the dragon)

"then we will confront the demon" he said simply. "my soldiers were preparing to march on it."

"what's the matter?" he asked in concern

inglades looked at erica in surprise. be the time he had regained his composure, they were in each others arms. "how did you get here?" he asked.

several days later, inglades sat in his study, looking over a map of solamnia and the surrounding area with two of his highest ranking officers. there was a knock at the door, and inglades opened it. "sir" a low ranking steward approached inglades. "what is it?" inglades asked. "sir, someone is here to see you." inglades stared blankly for a moment, before responding "show them in then."

dalamar stood in his chamber in the tower of high sorcery, watching inglades in his crystal ball. he was doing well in raising an army. far better than dalamar had expected.

(oops, i meant the solamnia thing for inglades.) (in solamnia) inglades walked in front of rows of solamnic soldiers, trying to rouse their will to fight the demon. inglades was amazed with the turnout. he hadn't expected half of the soldiers here to volunteer, but here they were, ready to risk their lives to defend Faerun(the continent) against a terrible foe.

grayndon walked slowly back to the city, glad that erica had run. he didn't want her to suffer because he was too weak to resist the demon. he was sure the demon would torment him when he returned, but that was a price he was willing to pay.

grayndon pointed to the arrow, and flicked his finger. it flew backwards out of the tree. "go. he's going to regain control any moment."

"he's the only one who can release me! either he releases me-and i'm certain he wouldn't- or he dies. neither of those seems likely, given his level of power."

"i thought i could kill him! i didn't want you to come... i thought it was too dangerous. he won. he made me serve him."

when he spoke, his voice was amplified as though he spoke in a large, empty room. "the master! du anglat himself!!!" he roared savagely "don't you see! i joined the other side!" now the blood on his face was mixed with tears

grayndon lowered his head, and closed his eyes tightly. a line of blood trickled from his nose, and it was clear that he was locked in a mental struggle. after several long moments, he opened his eyes, looking at erica. his hair hung in strands around his face, and blood pooled at his chin, dripping on to his armor and cloak. erica hardly noticed this, however. his eyes burned with a pale light, a sulfrous yellow color, rimmed in a deep red. he drew his sword again, his face a feral mask of rage.