Post by Alexander L. Kendall on Apr 22, 2006 14:43:55 GMT -5
Lexicon sat in his favorite chair, a high-backed leather chair made in the old world design. Tomes and scrolls, the tools of his research, lay scattered and open atop the small cherry wood table at his side. The dark cold stone walls of the ancient Citadel, his new home, loomed around him on all sides. He was alone here but it felt like eyes stared at him from all sides. The anchient Citadel was made of poured stone, the morter for each stone was made with the ground-up remaines of the flesh and bones of the thousands upon thousands who had died during the Blood war that claimed the plane before the dawn of time. A time where demon fought against demon to rule, before the comming of the Goddess. She had put an end to the war with her armies and in the process slaughtered the them by the millions. Now their remains made up the foundation and walls of his home. The Citadel itself was semi-sentient, a living organism fused with the essences of those who had died and donated their remains to its construction. The fusion of souls had given the place a consciousness and a voice to those who knew how to listen. Lex had just recently come here from his boyhood home. He been chosen to see that the word of the Dark Father was spread thru-out the realms. He was afterall a prophet and the son of the father of all chaos. And as was dictated by his fathers will the realms were in an uproar, but Lex had not yet determined how best to capitalize on the confusion and chaos. He ran his long slender fingers thru his hair and wondered how he might manipulate the situation to his advantage. He knew full well about the war that brewed between the remnants of the Solurex family and the Discordia's with the Order. Although the outcome of the conflict mattered little to him. It was the vaccume of power that would remain that intrested him greatly. When the two most powerful entities clashed in such a manner they would both be left weakened and that was an oppritunity for him to make a grab for power. Lex was not without power and influence, he could by all rights take on either group, but why waste the accents he had at his disposal. No, he would act directly against either group for now, he would simply bide his time and manipulate situations to futher his own goals. After all his forces were still somewhat disorganized and untrained, but the war would give him time to secure his reigns on power and to make a few allies to insure one the war was over he would have the lions share of power in the realms.
He looked upon the collective knowledge gathered around him, by his spys, seeking inspiration. Lexicons copperhued eyes scanned over them for several moments. The words emanated from the pages to his mind, revealing the realitive secret information of both groups to him, but the scrolls offered him no ready answers to his delima. He was to distracted at that moment, he had so much to do and so little time to acomplish the required tasks. Lexicon pushed himself up from his chair, rose, and walked to the Citadels largest window, an octagonal slab of bloodglass wider than Lexicon was tall and magically melded to the semi-sentient stone around it. A lattice of thread-thin red and black veins grew within the glass, a byproduct of the melding. The veins looked like a web of blood vessles trailing thru the window. The veins pulsed and flowed with the dark life giving essence , hence its name. The monsterous window offered a grand view of the dark dance of chaos across the plane, from the scorched red skies to the vast almost colorless expance of ashen mists. Lex stepped close to the window and looked down. Though he had already begun to put his plan in action he had to act more quickly to gain allies and influence in the realms. It occured to him, "The enemy of my enemies can be my friend.", Perhaps he could garner the necessary support within the ranks of their enemies. He smiled. Having the support of the enemies of his enemy might prove useful. He turned from the window and walked back over to his chair. Lex gathered up the scrolls and tomes from the cherry wood table and tucked them under his arm securly. He would have to act fast, he realized. But he must not rush to align himself with just anyone. No, only the most useful would do, and he would have to seek them out. He slipped the hood of his shroud over his head. Then he walked out of the hall into the library. He placed the scrolls and tomes on one of the shelves near the door before he exited the library and returned to the main hall. Lexicon closed his eyes, and pain knifed thru his brain. Through the pain an image of the Empire State Building formed in his head, and a name Maddison. The pain subsided, though the image remained, burned into his mind with a divine brand. He was not sure what the place and the name meant, but Lex knew he had to go there to find out. Lexicon bowed his head " Yes father " he said. Then he vanished from the main hall without further words or actions.
He looked upon the collective knowledge gathered around him, by his spys, seeking inspiration. Lexicons copperhued eyes scanned over them for several moments. The words emanated from the pages to his mind, revealing the realitive secret information of both groups to him, but the scrolls offered him no ready answers to his delima. He was to distracted at that moment, he had so much to do and so little time to acomplish the required tasks. Lexicon pushed himself up from his chair, rose, and walked to the Citadels largest window, an octagonal slab of bloodglass wider than Lexicon was tall and magically melded to the semi-sentient stone around it. A lattice of thread-thin red and black veins grew within the glass, a byproduct of the melding. The veins looked like a web of blood vessles trailing thru the window. The veins pulsed and flowed with the dark life giving essence , hence its name. The monsterous window offered a grand view of the dark dance of chaos across the plane, from the scorched red skies to the vast almost colorless expance of ashen mists. Lex stepped close to the window and looked down. Though he had already begun to put his plan in action he had to act more quickly to gain allies and influence in the realms. It occured to him, "The enemy of my enemies can be my friend.", Perhaps he could garner the necessary support within the ranks of their enemies. He smiled. Having the support of the enemies of his enemy might prove useful. He turned from the window and walked back over to his chair. Lex gathered up the scrolls and tomes from the cherry wood table and tucked them under his arm securly. He would have to act fast, he realized. But he must not rush to align himself with just anyone. No, only the most useful would do, and he would have to seek them out. He slipped the hood of his shroud over his head. Then he walked out of the hall into the library. He placed the scrolls and tomes on one of the shelves near the door before he exited the library and returned to the main hall. Lexicon closed his eyes, and pain knifed thru his brain. Through the pain an image of the Empire State Building formed in his head, and a name Maddison. The pain subsided, though the image remained, burned into his mind with a divine brand. He was not sure what the place and the name meant, but Lex knew he had to go there to find out. Lexicon bowed his head " Yes father " he said. Then he vanished from the main hall without further words or actions.