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[edit] Durian and the Dragon Knights
Also included: Khel's Keep
[edit] M4's for Everyone!
[edit] A Snowscale in Cyrodiil
[edit] Frostmoune in Morrowind
[edit] Shroud of Madness
[edit] Intro
Evil surrounds him like a shroud. He casts a shadow of every life that he encounters. For good or ill, it's to the victim to decide.
He's been branded as both "the devil" as well as some sort of dark angel by various religions. He is an anomaly of the natural order. Everyone is so used to black and white, good and evil. No one ever stops to think of the gray fence in between the two sides of morality. He is the embodiment of this anomaly.
Insane, but stable. Evil, but noble. Dangerous, but compassionate. Devious, yet honorable. He is all of these. He is none of these.
There lies the contradictory nature of any God of Madness, and it confuses millions of people at a time.
He is Supreme Commander Matthias Swan, God of Madness. He has arrived in Tyria in his involuntary yet 'standard' realm-hop. Whenever this happens he generally does one of two things. He either repairs the realm, or destroys it.
[edit] Part 1
Of course, there are those in Tyria that are not out to change the world. And it's exactly those who usually do.
So then there's Nikki.
An ordinary woman by most standards. Despite her love of nature (specifically, the snow), she decorates her hair with simple beads and string. She's of medium high, but is still short to most humans. This only amazes the Norn more as she is able to overcome any challenge set before her. They don't know the half of it.
An even more extraordinary feat by a rather simple woman; She was able to befriend a renegade Charr by the name of Crystalspike. She showed a heightened amount of kindness to him in his time of need, and he offered his sword, shield, and general companionship in return.
She spoke very little to him at first, but offered the most heartfelt smiled. That seemed to ease the beast.
Even though she shows compassion to human and beast alike, her kindness is hidden behind the jaded exterior of her past. Nothing terrible traumatic or tragic, but she ran away from it for a reason.
One night at a campfire, Crystalspike had to inquire on her reasoning. It was a slow moving night that felt like daytime to them both as the moon and stars illuminated the snow around them.
"I have not asked much in return, Nikki. But there is something I would like to ask. I have only been given tidbits of your past and I have always had trouble piecing it together," Spike said, waiting on a response. She merely shrugged, silently giving him permission to continue.
"Finally, I understand it. All but one thing. You fled your royal bloodline because you were used, not appreciated. You have purged yourself of -that- family. Now, this is theoretical, but, would you try again? A new line, new family, new lands... And new people."
"I don't like people," Nikki stated.
"We both know that's a lie, Nikki."
She sighed, he was correct. She tries to distance herself from people and their politics, but she longed to interact with it all once more, under a different rule. Though, she would not admit this easily.
"That wouldn't be a simple thing to do, Spike."
"I like how you answered the question without answering the question, Nikki," he laughed. The charrish snarl very obvious now. He's normally very articulate. "You would make a wonderful politician."
Nikki couldn't help but give a short snicker in return, but the answer she gave was true to herself. Getting her back in power would not be easy.
[edit] Part 2
In the Shing Jea Monastery, a young servant girl is being chastised by her dependent cookmaster. Another dream came to her, and as such, a new set of insults and other put-downs. She had a prophetic dream about a far away land later identified as Elona, but was insulted for being ridiculous.
If only this girl knew how correct she was. Years ago, she had a dream about an old mage man forming into a frightening Lich. That same one is hiding and preparing for his Armageddon. But she never hears a word.
Not very long afterward, she had a dream about Master Togo. He died days later in the Imperial Sanctum, it took several weeks for this news to get to the Monastery. But all of her acquaintances figured it to be coincidence.
Barely three years later, she had a dream about Kormir. And again, in her isolation she never knew if what she saw was true.
A couple of years after that, taking this story to present day, to a young adult woman named Caroline. A great fiery demon in the underground haunts her mind, and she is helpless. Useless, even, as some would say. She may never know the truth of it, if there is any to be found.
Caroline, an odd girl in her own right. Her name isn't terribly Canthan, but her skin-tone and other features prove it, at least for her guardians. She dressed in rags, often had dirt on her arms, legs, and face. She did however, try very hard (and succeeded) in making her hair very proper. Her parents are unknown, and she was 'dropped off' at the Monastery. Her early life showed that she was unfit to be a student, so she worked as a servant. She fetched food, cleaned, etc. She was never too angry about it, it's all she knew. She was on perturbed at being consistently rejected as an official student, despite her obvious displays of power, mind and general competence.
It could be, that she became too old for them. At this particular present, she was approximately twenty-seven years old. Some of the professors finally agree that this was too old to be either a servant or student. She was given a couple hundred gold pieces and set to the Seitung Harbor, and there she waited for the next ship to take her to Kaineng.
This confused Caroline to an extent. Why now? What will she do when she arrives? Sure, she has some common sense and accumulated knowledge over the years, but in the long-run she knew very little.
What's worse, she had no dreams or visions of this event.
She was walking blind.
