(( Yes this is my happy tale of the truth behind Mistmoore! No I do not own EQ nor do I own Mistmoore or all of his belongings and/or toaster oven. I do own, however, this story and the character Kannayael in which I use in it and also play as in EQ. Thanks and please Read and Review! ^_^ ))
Within a small tavern in the Commons of Neriak, there is an old clock which can be heard…tick…tock…tick…tock….TICK TOCK!!!
"Ahg! I can't TAKE it anymore! There's GOT to be something to do….." The handsome and well built yet slender Kannayael stands up, a bit frustrated from the lack of…well…things to do in recent times.
An inquiring brow perks up upon his companion's elegant face, the Lady Persephonya. Her eyes were steady and unwavering…yet still looked playful in all their essence. "And what, per chance, do you have in mind?"
A shrug was all he could muster up, he had no energy due to his lack of using the energy he desired so much to use. "I don't know, anything other than sitting around here in a lowly pub of Neriak…" He sighs a bit and sinks his forehead into his crossed arms on the table…
"Eh, what's that sonny!? I hear yeh want to find excitement!" An old cloaked man waddles his way over to their table as if he were wearing crude makeshift diapers out of tree bark…oh how the rashes must itch him so.
Intrigued by this man's words Kannayael's eyes light up and his head rises from its grave within his folded arms, yet even so he was persistent in pushing the man's limits. "And what, old sir, would you possibly know about having fun…?"
The old man swiftly pulls out a cane from beneath his raggedy and tattered clothes…it was the glorious Epic Weapon for an old man, The Bop-till-they-Drop Staff, fully enhanced with it's plus ONE agility point! It did, however, have the chance of throwing out the user's back. "Bah! You young whippersnapper, I'll show you a thing or two!" With his mighty shriveled battle cry upon everyone's ears he whacks Kannayael across the head twice before having to "regain" his stamina…either that or he broke a prosthetic hip.
"Owch!!! Hey old man, watch it, that REALLY hurt!" He rubs his tender, unprotected head with his gloved hands and winces a bit. "Alright, we'll listen to you…jeeze cut it out already…"
Persephonya's hand trails over to Kannayael's thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze, letting him know that he wasn't worth his Harm Touch… "It's ok, love…let him speak and we'll kill an Orc later for you to feel better."
"Right, as I was saying…" The man hunched over a bit and just kinda sat there, as if he had a stool already in his robes or something weird like that. "I know of a place in Faydwer, a really hip pumpin' place if ya know what I mean." He gives a wink at Kannayael; they both knew he was talking about strippers and sex slaves. "Ah, well it's known as Club Mistmoore, been there for centuries…they have only the greatest of parties for those who catch the owner's appeal…although no one's ever seen him. But I warn you…don't….go…without……….." His head tilts over and you can hear disturbingly loud snore emitted from his leathered zombie skin head.
"Riiiiiiiight…and I'm Innoruuk, Prince of Hate…." Kannayael sighs and bashes his head into his arms again. "We're never gonna get ANYWHERE fun!" Before he could thrust his head into his arms again, a willowy finger pokes him between the eyes and holds his head up.
"Not quite, love…I've heard rumor of this Mistmoore place…I hear it's quite the hot spot in Faydwer…but there's something hidden within its appearance that most fail to see…I wonder what it is." She trails off in thought and stands up, the ruffles in her black robe rolling down towards the floor and vanishing without a trace.
"Hey wait! What's there that we have to worry about?" The anxious Shadow knight rises from his own stoop, knocking over the old man whom fell over like a plastic statue, even making the clicking noise as he hit, still stiff and snoring.
"Oh, I don't remember what they said about it, oh well…" She smiles innocently as she dismissed it off of her hand…yep…there the subject went, right through the cracks in the floor.
Filled with energy again, he gives a stretch and brushes the imaginary cobwebs and dust from his gnome-skin outfit…he felt like he'd been sitting there for much longer than he really had been. "Alright let's go!" The soft click of mythril boots echoes throughout the pub, the doors sliding open and shut before anyone could even detect his movements…damn he was in a hurry.
A wizard spire's warp, a long walk, and 2 hours later…about 2 rations too late….
"Why did you make me come here?! We're so far away from a bed!" His stomach growls and begins to fight with itself. "...and I'm so hungry!"
The shady necromancer merely chuckles softly and holds up a finger to his nose. "Perhaps YOU shouldn't have burst so hastily out of the door before we left then, hmm?" Before she could turn her face to the path in which they'd chosen, a large hand was placed on her shoulder.
"Hello there, we're on a hunting part and we couldn't help but notice you were heading towards Mistmoore…mind if we tag along?" His masculine barbaric voice was enough to make even the strong Kannayael wanna lose what little food he had in his stomach…he hated the bulky voices, they were so grotesque to him.
Kannayael's eyes twitch slightly and narrow at the man and the large…gathering of un-bathed brutes and thugs, all equips with a sword bigger than themselves as if the only possible way to attain a chance with a woman. "Size is an option, yes…but it matters more on how you use it, guys…" He mutters the words under his breath before emitting the only smile he can forage up. "…why not, we could use a bunch of…merry men…on our journey." His intentions were held otherwise, he planned on ditching them as soon as they got there…
"Ah! Such noble lads, you shall hardly notice us or our presence here!" The leader, his cranium seemed to be eaten by a polar bear's head…oh wait, that was his ARMOR. Shortly after this remark he took his place among the brigands that were his friends, only one of them of the same origin as Kannayael and his beloved Persephonya.
She was a tramp of a dark elf…oh, how her hips swayed as she glided across the path towards our hero. "What's your name, sweetheart…?" She slips a finger across his chin and up his bottom lip, resting on his nose.
Persephonya's elegant features were temporarily scarred with a vein of anger above her narrowed right eye. "You'll have to try harder than that…toots…" Her robes loft slightly in the breeze as she progresses in front of the perpetrator, a fist clamped tightly around a scythe at her side.
"Pathetic, stay out of this little girl…" The dark elf invader holds a hand out, palm side down, and gives a little shooing motion. "Be gone…"
Chuckling could now be heard from between the closed lips of the Shadow knight, his eyes closed gently much like that Xellos character in the Slayers, then opening one and holding up a finger. "Big mistake…I suggest you move."
"Now why would I do a thing like tha--" Her voice trails off into the distance followed by a couple groans and moans, perhaps there was the crunching of branches…or maybe they were bones. She had been hit in the gut by none other than the necromancer who had already laid claims to his heart. "Ow! You ruined by outfit!" She staggers up from the other side of a fallen tree in which she had been slammed through, holding a hand to her eye with a wince and a sniffle.
"You've been warned, next time I'll take action…" The thought of that being only a warning was just scary…you never wanted to cross Persephonya, especially through Kannayael.
The massive circle of thugs stood and gasped as they watched the two blackened elven folk walk into the area of Mistmoore. "Perhaps…it's best we stick with them…" The leader quickly picks up their fallen friend/tramp/victim and carries her into the area as well.
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Upon entering the mountain pass before Mistmoore. Massive amounts of mist filled the area, seeming to glitter a bit with sparkly things… When standing you can feel throbbing music through the ground, they were closer than they had thought. Occasionally as the flock moved farther into the area, the mist would change colors and streams of light would shoot through it.
"I'm liking this…" Kannayael nods his head slowly and in the same rhythm to the beat. He had finally found a nice little hot spot to keep him occupied for a long while, and what better to do it in than the moonlight?
"I am too, love…this is fun already, I love the special effects." She treads close to her companion and walks closer and closer…then they finally could see the looming walls, a massive gate at its center.
"Those aren't special effects…this place is always like this!" A woman and several others alike swing down from higher places and such, landing without a sound in front of the travelers. "You've entered the realm of Mistmoore…here the party never ends so long as there's a moon in the sky!"
"Hmm, indeed…it appears to be night here even though it's day on the other side of the mountains." From the side of his vision he can see a man in bluish black robes heading their way, staggering as if drunk or wearing really irritating shoes. Above his head were letters for some reason, clearly reading Mayong Mistmoore. "Good evening Mayong Mistmoore, I suppose you're the club owner…?"
"Eh?! H-How'd you know?" The pale faced man looks left and right, up and down his persona, trying desperately to figure out where he went wrong in hiding his identity.
"Ahem…" Persephonya points inconspicuously above his head at the text that seemed to just float there. She tried her hardest not to let out a small little giggle of girlish nature, but she just couldn't contain it.
"Mmm?" His eyes trace her line of vision and then catch glimpse of those words. "Curse you Verant! You always ruin everything!" Mayong stomps and kicks a bit at the dirt and dust, sending more sparkles throughout the mist. He then grabs his name from above his head and crumbles it up a bit before tossing it to the side. His rant was stopped short however, a wizard from the hunting party had decided to try his luck against this man…there was a staff, poked into his side, that's all the real damage it did. "Ok, now that just wasn't right…"
All the others could do was watch in horror as Mayong and his minions wielded piercing fangs from underneath their sheathing lips. Then the onslaught ensued…Mayong himself dealt the first blow, his hand ripped clean through the wizards chest and out through his back, covered with nasty little entrails and other such unappetizing things. His associates went straight for the hunting party; the tramp from before had long since disbanded and booked it out of there. They were as helpless as a poor defenseless sock about to go into a washing machine and become lost forever. Fangs blared they all slaughtered the party; Mayong taking a few more kills himself. With a mighty swing of his leg he connected to the stomach of one of the strongest of the warriors, sending him flying through the zone to the opposite side where he found his death, redesigning and locating the landscape as he went crashing merrily along. After they were all dead, they vampires all turned and grinned towards the remaining two, Persephonya…and Kannayael…
"Oh thank you, Mistmoore, sir…thank you for ridding us of those pests, they were really starting to scare us, and that stench of there's was unbearable!" They both plastered on the most innocent looking faces they possibly could before it melting into the piercing laugh that was Mayong's. "We only wanted to come to a good night club…"
"Ha! Indeed you did! And you've found it! Come, join us in the great hall and you shall find a TRUE party!" He laughs again in unison with his minionettes (it's a word now so bleh!) before leading them into the chambers of the keep.
It was the grandest party any one being could possibly wish for. All along the sides were food, drinks, and people alike… all dancing their own way to the hypnotic music. The lights were out except for some strobes, other such black lights, and other colored objects that emitted glowing essences. "Wow…this is great."
And thus the story ends happily ever after; Kannayael and his lover Persephonya danced the night away. They made several friends among the vampire population and raised their factions with Mayong Mistmoore and his Agents grew dramatically when they all "got their groove on" on the dance floor. Mixes of rave techniques and party moves were all he needed to show himself off to his new fans…and so they stayed and danced.