Malhachite walked upon the stone floor of the Nexus, center of
Norrath's moon, Luclin. The thought of leaving once more was somewhat
painful, but he was used to it, alone as usual. Silently he walked,
thoughts dwelled within his head as he passed the many who used the Nexus
as a gateway to Norrath. The Four Pillars they called it. South held
Kunark, North held Antonica, East held Faydwer and West held Odus and
Velious. Five continents, even now the word of a newly discovered continent
had spread throughout the parallel planets.
In the back of the Western Pillar's interior lay a Book of Knowledge, which transported the many to the Plane of Knowledge. A place where every race could dwell and not throw war with one another. Where many could toss away the differences they held. A place of peace, and a beautiful one at that. Malhachite found himself now in the Plane of Knowledge, the Center of the Universe. This was where travellers could walk half way across the planets within five minutes. The Portal Stones were the keys to each race and their lands.
The many walked the pathways of knowledge, giving Malhachite a hailing as they passed in recognition of his existance. He slowly came to a pause as someone not ten paces ahead of him stood alone, the others passing them without recognition. Could this person actually be alive? Or was the Gods playing more tricks on him. Malhachite looked up, the shadow of this figure towering over his own. His emerald eyes glowed, the sun giving them a twinkling shine as the night came once more. Within the flash of a blink, the figure had disappeared.
Malhachite awoke from his daze, glancing about to see where the figure went, but none reveiled itself. In fact, he was alone, the pathway before him was clear. Not a single life had been placed around him. Now he knew this was a sign from the Gods, but what did they want? A warning? A quest? Perhaps both. Malhachite pulled out his weapons in an instance at the sound of a metal scraping behind him. A sweep of it now shrilled in his ears as he turned around to find his own sword clash into a blow from another.
The Shadow stood before him, wielding a glowing red blade and in the other hand, a blue. "What do you want?!" Malhachite called out to it, but not an answer had been given in reply. There he stood, facing into something that seemed almost like a dream, the swords holding together from the clash. "Who are you?" Malhachite called again, but not a word spoke. He grew angry, the wrinkled fury of his flesh overcoming his eyebrows. He broke free of the clash and readied himself for any other attack, staring down his opponent as the purple skies shot by, darkness overcoming the realm.
In the back of the Western Pillar's interior lay a Book of Knowledge, which transported the many to the Plane of Knowledge. A place where every race could dwell and not throw war with one another. Where many could toss away the differences they held. A place of peace, and a beautiful one at that. Malhachite found himself now in the Plane of Knowledge, the Center of the Universe. This was where travellers could walk half way across the planets within five minutes. The Portal Stones were the keys to each race and their lands.
The many walked the pathways of knowledge, giving Malhachite a hailing as they passed in recognition of his existance. He slowly came to a pause as someone not ten paces ahead of him stood alone, the others passing them without recognition. Could this person actually be alive? Or was the Gods playing more tricks on him. Malhachite looked up, the shadow of this figure towering over his own. His emerald eyes glowed, the sun giving them a twinkling shine as the night came once more. Within the flash of a blink, the figure had disappeared.
Malhachite awoke from his daze, glancing about to see where the figure went, but none reveiled itself. In fact, he was alone, the pathway before him was clear. Not a single life had been placed around him. Now he knew this was a sign from the Gods, but what did they want? A warning? A quest? Perhaps both. Malhachite pulled out his weapons in an instance at the sound of a metal scraping behind him. A sweep of it now shrilled in his ears as he turned around to find his own sword clash into a blow from another.
The Shadow stood before him, wielding a glowing red blade and in the other hand, a blue. "What do you want?!" Malhachite called out to it, but not an answer had been given in reply. There he stood, facing into something that seemed almost like a dream, the swords holding together from the clash. "Who are you?" Malhachite called again, but not a word spoke. He grew angry, the wrinkled fury of his flesh overcoming his eyebrows. He broke free of the clash and readied himself for any other attack, staring down his opponent as the purple skies shot by, darkness overcoming the realm.