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Estonrell; And the Palace of the two towers
Topic Started: Mar 26 2005, 11:08 PM (614 Views)
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The city of Estonrell is the ancient stronghold of the Dark Lord, the ruler of Mortikan. Although once the city sat in the centeral platueas of Meria, it has been transported, with the Clayr, so that it sits securly, guarded by the white world of the Clayr. . It was originally the home of Prince Mecca who fled the invasion of Garn soon after his lover Eston united the three old Kenjikan provinces of Morr, Ty and Kin.

The city is built into and on a mountain, inscribed into the very rock. It’s entirely subterranean, with only the tops of buildings sticking out through the rocks. Tops of buildings, that resemble spikes and pins. On the very top of the mountain are two towers, one black as coal and the other white as ivory.

The city revolves around a large central hall, built into the rock but bursting from it. Huge glass windows let light into the massive cavern. The entire city is bleak, and white. Metallic, that makes it all the more sinister.

An elaborate series of tunnels twine through the mountain, with beehive compartments off of them. The city has a strict curfew. At nine, a bell chimes throughout the city. The citizens return to their beehive homes, and lock their doors. Then the zombies are unleashed. Cruel, wild things, beasts that roam the tunnels, corridors and hall’s of the city, looking for anyone out past curfew. They attack.

At daybreak, the chime ring again and the zombies retreat to their factories, where they are penned up like cattle. The citizens go about their job.

When approaching the city, it looks something like this: A huge mountain. The upper portion completely covered in a vast glass octagon window. From the belly of the mountain, metallic spikes rise up.

Huge steel vaults are also visible. They open occasionally, for they are the hangers of the Dark Armada, which is the principle defense of the nation. The armies of Mortikan are Zombies. However, the advanced airship armada that the Dark Lord employs are run by normal Undeads, who have the ability to think and operate such delicate machinery.

The crown of the mountain are the two towers. All around the city vast miles of farmland sits. Every so often, a rock bluff arises where a heavily guarded fort is located. For all through the country of Mortikan are Zombie factories. And at night, all through the country the zombies are released to hunt down curfew breakers.

In the day, the Undeads who are not actually Undead and are mostly humble honest folk, are enslaved by the dark lords who give the race their name. At night they seek shelter in their little communities while the Zombies hunt for anyone out past night.

The communities are guarded by moats of holy water, and are usually centered around a temple. For though the Dark Lord hates goodness, most of all the goodness of religion, it is his duty to make sure his slaves aren't all destroyed, and can still farm.

Estonrell is also home to the court of the Dark Lord. The court, the Dai Dames, and other princely Undead Houses who pledge allegiance to the dark lord. The country is split up amongst the courtiers, the wizards in a strange bizarre type of feudalism that encourages distrust among the dark court, but keeps the Dark Lord Himself in control.

The Palace of Mortikan sits at the top of Estonrell. off of the peak a great aqueduct runs far out beyond the city. Upon this aqueduct runs a man made river, pumped by slaves. It runs off and down to a moat that surrounds the city.

In this river are islands, upon which villa’s and mansions sit. In these villa’s and mansions the courtiers live. On the very cusp of the aqueduct, a tiny island with a tiny miniature palace sits. This is the home of Mortikan. On either side of the river, are wide white plaza’s with manicured gardens. These surround the two towers, which in contrast to the pretty setting are warped.

Veins, roots, claws, these are what the two towers are made of. With a sort of demonic texture, the two towers rise looking like something that grew rather than was built. They are so ancient that they very well might of grown.

The ebony tower sits on the eastern side of the river. Its black, darker than night. A huge double pair of doors stand looking across the river to the Ivory tower.

When one enters, one is instantly cold. On the far side of the room, on a massive daises, sits a throne. The throne is of dragon’s bones, polished black. The cavern is so large, that the ceiling is not visible. In fact one is nearly lost in the darkness of the room.

This is not only the throne room, but the hall of death. From the great daises, a narrow pair of steps rises up and up. In regular interval’s are rooms, encrusted in the thick walls of the hall. These are not just any rooms however, but the death chambers of the Mecca’s.

When a Mecca ruler dies, his courtiers and vassals are expected to attend a vast wake for him. He sits on his bed, his life slowly drifting away, while music is played and his courtiers dance. They have however taken poison. They will dance and dance in a drug like state until they too die. Once the Mecca ruler dies, the chamber is sealed up with his courtiers still dancing.

From the narrow staircase that winds all the way up into the black abyss, huge doors mark where death chambers took place. Surrounded by the corpses of his ancestors, this is the chamber from whence Mortikan rules.

The tower to the west is the Ivory tower. It, is no less horrific than the Ebony tower. One enters and is immediately struck by a huge crystal block, that seems to radiate across the floor. In contrast to the Ebony tower, one is able to see everything here. The walls seem to be slightly iridescent themselves.

Another narrow staircase rises. Instead of dark foreboding doors, the staircases rises to front light airy curtains that seem to flutter. The Ebony Hall was the graveyard of the Mecca’s, the Ivory Hall, the graveyard of the Mistresses of Mortikan. In this light, nearly heavenly hall, behind the fluttering silk curtains are the bodies of every mistress Mortikan has ever had... except for his favorite Matilda.

Her chamber is empty. The other’s are home to corpses, sometimes mutilated, sometimes not. Sometimes peaceful, sometimes with looks of terror across their decomposing faces.
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Mortikan stood in his favorite house. It sat perched on the edge of the waterfall that made his vast palace complex resemble an eagle with two horns.

Although it was cold, his white skin portrayed not one goose bump, portrayed not one hair standing on edge. Even though he was shirtless.

The bed chambers were bloody. He looked into them, only to see a mounds of flesh. His latest romp. He walked into the chamber, ignoring the blood. He searched for a clean Tunic. He found one and once again, paying no heed to the horrific mess he had made. The Slaves would clean it.

He stood once more on the balcony that hung hundreds upon hundreds of feet above the ground. His red eyes showed glee at the prospect of having a bit more fun. He leapt onto the banister, and hung there for a moment like a bat, or a monkey, before leaping off.

He fell for a while, feeling the rushing air against his body. Then he soared up, wingless. He stopped, mid air, looking down at his city. His playground. He smiled a moment before turning southward.

The world had been without their favorite villain for far to long. It was time to indulge them.
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As Mortikan hung in the air, a sweet aroma surrounded the balcony from whence he fell. And sitting on the railing of the balcony was a woman. Her skin was as pale as Mortikan's and her lovely violet eyes seemed to glow as she gazed down. Her dark blue hair fell over her eyes and shoulders for her head was tilted down. However, occasionally a breeze blew it away from the beauty's flawless face. She wore nothing but a dark blue dress that revealed much of her body. She smiled as she looked down at the dark lord.

"My lord, your Levia has returned," she whispered.
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The Dark lord turned. He smiled. A cold smile, full of malice and beauty. “My Lady. So you have returned to me”. He floated down to the balcony. He sensed something was not right... but his mind was over powered by a.. different organ. His toes touched the ground, but he stayed floating. His hand caressed her face. Suddenly, like lightening, he drew back his arm and back handed her, throwing her body to the ground, feet away from where she had stood originally.

“You ought never have left me in the first place you worthless whore” he said. His feet touched the ground, and he began to advance on her.

((OOC: I don't really remember who Levia was ^_^ So if this is really out of character... sorry))
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[OOC: Levia was the consort that Mortikan tormented for falling for Garn.]

Levia was upon the ground, showing no fear at all. Instead, she smiled as the dark lord advanced on her.

"I was not my choice to leave you, my lord," she said, looking up at him.

Levia knew just what this man wanted to do to her, but as a former consort, she was ready for it.
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“Do I remind you very much of your husband? We're very close you know, much closer than an uncle and nephew ought to be...” -Tigris I (Dec 2004)

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As the Dark Lord reached her. “Your pathetic and unwanted. Leave or I’ll kill you” he jerked his head to the opening of the house, where blood still drenched the carpets and wall paper.
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Levia looked at the polished floor, her dark blue hair hiding her face. She trembled, however, it didn't seem like she was crying. Instead, she was laughing a quiet, coarse laughter that didn't suit her at all. It echoed in the large room and she suddenly started glowing.

The glow was a familiar fathomless black and as this took place, her clothes rearranged into a sleeveless black robe. Dark blue tresses turned into violet ones and lengthened until it touched the floor. The laughter turned into a man's.

"Kill me, Mortikan? How drole."

The man got to his feet and brushed his bangs away. It was Garn and he looked positively delighted to see Mortikan's reaction.
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Mortikan showed no sign of distress. He felt that there was something wrong with “Levia”. “Drole?” Mortikan asked. “Then perhaps I shall do something more creative to you.” The Dark lord drew from his clock a black ring that Garn knew all two well. And with all the strength Maou had instilled in him, he threw himself on the celestial, eventually jamming the ring onto Garns finger.

The Dark Lord pulled back. The ring was shrinking, and shimmering. Like a slug or maggot, it began its slow crawl up Garn’s arm, towards his neck.
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Garn seemed amused and touched the ring. Instantly it froze on his shoulder.

"The same thing won't work twice," the Celestial muttered, smiling down at the ring. It worked quite nicely with his complexion.

"As you can see, it was your mistake for freezing me for a century with a potion I invented. It amplified my powers quite a bit. In short, your trickery won't work on me," Garn told him, pressing down on the black object.

The ring shattered into various pieces and vanished once it hit the floor.

"Destroying my own blood and your magic is quite fun, do you have any more spares?" the former dark lord asked, grinning.

However, the grin suddenly vanished and it was replaced with a different and curious expression.

"I didn't come to show-off what new powers you gave me, Mortikan. I could do that elsewhere. However, I came to talk to you--I know what you're going to do, but you will be defeated all the same without our help."

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“So what are you suggesting?” Mortikan asked, impressed.
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Garn in a quick move went behind the dark lord. His arms wrapped around the neck of Mortikan. The Celestial felt the dark lord's neck as he continued to speak.

"Use your Undead mind--I'm suggesting an alliance. Or rather...a renewal of my loyalty to you."

The former dark lord's fingertips gently traced a semi-circle around Mortikan's neck unconciously, savoring the little dominance he seemed to have over his former master.

"Ironic how similar this scene seems to be with the one so many centuries ago, isn't it?" Garn muttered next to the dark lord's ear. His voice was chillingly gentle.

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“Get off me you filthy dog” Mortikan barked. He reached back, grabbed the scruff of Garn's neck and threw him overhead.

“I don't have allies you filthy swine. I have slaves”
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Garn got up and acted as if that embarassing toss didn't occur. The former dark lord smiled, he had never gotten that reaction from Mortikan. Silently, he walked back up to the dark lord. Fathomless black eyes gazed at Mortikan's, seemingly pondering about his next move.

"I'm not the one filthy, you are. You reek of blood," Garn muttered.

"However, it was part of our plan for you to do this--" he cut himself off to lower the neck of his robes.

Garn's neck looked oddly unscarred as he tilted his head up, exposing his lovely neck. Without a word, the former dark lord produced a small knife and gently cut a horizontal slit on his neck.

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"This is like, totally B-I-T-C-H-ing!" -Gen Mecca (2004)

“Do I remind you very much of your husband? We're very close you know, much closer than an uncle and nephew ought to be...” -Tigris I (Dec 2004)

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Mortikan smiled. He approached Garn, his eyes hungry for the sight of fresh blood, celestial blood. He bent down and drank from it. It tasted sweet, unlike the metallic taste of human blood.

He drew back when he had drunk his fill. With one finger, he gouged into the gun on Garn’s neck and drew the bloody appendage around until it made a ring.

The Dark Lord stepped back. He began to enchant an ancient spell. It left those who heard it with a foul taste in their mouth. It reeked of free magic.

Suddenly a great lightening bolt fell from the ever dark sky around Estonrell. One lone lightening bolt struck Garn. Struck him where his own red line of blood encircled his neck. And once it struck him the blood welled. It grew in mass, and color, and shine until it was no longer a band of blood, but a band of black onyx.
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Garn gasped when he felt the warm dark collar around his neck once more. It was an unwelcomed new weight and it burned against his neck. Fathomless black eyes suddenly blanked out and the former dark lord's legs gave away, making him fall onto his knees.

Breathing hurt, moving at all hurt even more. It had been far too long since he had felt this. Pressing his palms flat onto the cold floor, the former dark lord heaved himself up and stumbled slightly. Inside he fought fiercely for his independent mind, but found it hard to form words in his mouth.

"How pathetic, Tasn," a voice said.

Hands suddenly appeared to stabilize the weakened former dark lord. Soon, the rest of the body which was attatched to the hands appeared. There stood Raghnall clad in a tight white outfit. Light blue eyes looked almost lifeless as he stood there supporting his brother.

"Master Mortikan," Raghnall greeted once his eyes were away from the pained Garn.
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Mortikan waved an arm. "Go, take your brother into the black tower to recover. Then, meet me in my house yond. I have plans..."
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Raghnall smirked as he threw Garn's arm over his shoulder.

"Of course, we have plans as well," the younger twin said.

Shifting his feet to support the new weight, Raghnall snapped his fingers and vanished.
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Mortikan leaped into the air, and soared into the small house. The Blood was gone and tea was set. How bloody civilized. Mortikan stalked across the front verandah. It didn't make sense. Why should the twins want to help him?

For power? He might suspect that. But the little shenanigan with the black ring convinced him otherwise. They had enough power-if united-to do whatever they wished.

Why did they want his help. It unnerved the Dark Lord. He didn't trust it.
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Once Garn was laid to rest in the black tower, Raghnall muttered a spell to find Mortikan. He had never once stepped into Estonrell--this was the first. After locating the dark lord, the younger twin muttered another spell and trasnport him to the destination.

Within seconds Raghnall materialized before Mortikan.

"Is something the matter?" the Celestial asked.
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"Why are you here?" Mortikan asked bluntly. "I dont trust you, or your brother. Why on earth would you want to help me?"
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