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Yay!!! A chapter, and a whole 6 months early!!! *dances* I love that the Griffons can do magic, that's awesome The whole playful rivalry that Rovenar has with Kandric is hilarious too Great work as always TJ

you have exceptional imagery quite an interesting picture you paint

Well, Tera, a new MMO game, is launching at the end of the month. I intend to create a new guild in this game, on the Frost Reach server. Anyone interested? I'd love to have you

my favorite is the last one "I think they should be allowed to learn math... but then they'd be the type of people that know math *insert disgust face here*"

it'd never get approved by the overly-conservative people, but Kandric Saga too

is it still today? I dunno... but anyways, i Vote: Wildone (If i'm not dead )

well, for TV i'd like the Rich Kid series by DK, but movie, i dunno... I think Prison of Hope by Frosty.

woops, Darth Foopy had forgotten about the game. Darth Foopy Votes: Y_B

Harry slowly sat back up, eyes still glowing blue with power. “You are the Headmaster of this school, are you not?” he asked of Dumbledore, though his voice had many qualities as if spoken by thousands. “Yes, I am. May I enquire as to whom I am speaking?” The headmaster had his wand in hand, surprising Draco and his mother, as they couldn’t believe how quickly the old man had moved. “I am Trell Pow'Treer, last Guardian of the Tsir'Sal. As you are the headmaster, I demand Hiir'Vhol for my

Alliance sounds good. I do have one question though. If there is a tie at a 5-5, and then that night someone uses their kill, does it become 4-5, or does the vote still stand?

Yes, Johnathan was very mean. Unvote: Intune Vote: Johnathan Colourfield

Darth Foopy does not know intune. Darth Foopy Votes Intune to be lynched by the Imperial Mob.

Darth Foopy, reporting for murder and mayhem.

YAY! Just have to say, I still love where this is going I DO hope you find time to be able to post a tad more often, but if not, this is SO worth the wait

The Prismatic City - Sanctuary of Isolorn - Korisant Palace - Official Residence of the Princess Royal The young mage's mind wandered... He thought about his fine new Eladir crafted ruling chair. It certainly wasn't an Auric chair – only an ulturo-master could maintain those, but it was one of the costliest most exquisite pieces of furniture that could be bought. The young mage was now rich and his wealth would only increase for he had made it! He was now listed in the Royal Directory of Mages, a public record of those few elite magicians with whom the Exalted and the Elite kept appointments. He had a royal warrant after his name now and that pretty much secured his future. Yes he had risen swiftly in recent days. Word of his appointment to the Imperial Princess Royal had spread fast and he had been able to hire on five extra staff to run his humble little office and another five to run his household. Very soon he would be moving out of his humble Crescent of Nina digs for a spacious suite within the affluent Tumbling Falls district directly below the steep southern face of the great mountain. He was grateful to his Grand Master who had given him the opportunity of a lifetime to serve one of the greatest practitioners of magic in the world. Yet he still burned with the sudden memory of his one galling moment of shame in front of the legendary deathcaster princess. He shuddered to think what her possible reactions could have been. She could have cast an irreversible death spell upon him, she could have had him executed by someone else, she could have blacklisted him, which, to his mind, would have been worse than execution. She could have ridiculed him. But she did not. Instead, he had received a darkly gleaming Ulturo grade black diamond to lock into his young ulturo-crown. There could be no greater honor! Outside of the most exalted royal family and various members of the elite, he had never seen black diamonds in the crowns of any but the most powerful of deathcasters, and there were so few of them. Of course she never gave it to him personally - a very proud Master Esperlan did but the glowing card that accompanied it was all the explanation he needed. The young mage had gone over to the Academy of Magic just the other day – ostensibly to show off and the reactions on seeing his prized new black diamond was just as he had expected. The few young precognitionists he encountered stopped him and demanded to see his new prize before exclaiming in awe when he related his account of serving the most powerful deathcaster alive. Most of these young deathcasters would die in training. The price for trying to draw out the power of the rarest of all the magical arts was death for all but the strongest and in the last half century only a couple had survived the Precognition course. One of the deathcasters, a slightly older more experienced looking one did not come to inspect the diamond. Instead he just stood back watching carefully with his jaw clenched. What was wrong with him? The young mage forgot about the strange soldier-like deathcaster and strode around like a peacock the rest of that day, even the great mages like Grandmaster Drafor Pathforger and Madame Isolde Endrainbow had stopped to carefully question him and inspect his crown. Such is the draw of the rarest stone of all, the black diamond! Madame Isolde did ask a few questions about his own Grandmaster Esperlan. Obviously she knew him and had probably taught him before he graduated and left the academy to make his own way in the world. The young mage was always on tenterhooks around the Grandmaster Psi-generator because of her fearsome reputation as a battle-mage, even if that was almost 60 years ago. His thoughts returned once again to the princess. Dare he call her HIS princess? He still could not believe that he was waiting upon her again today from beyond her veil. He silently cursed himself for losing concentration as she was speaking to his Master and he had no idea what she had been saying earlier. *** “Tell me, Grandmaster Esperlan, how is that young Deathcaster faring at the Academy?” She asked, her voice had the ring of swords on icicles. “As you have requested, Imperial Highness, I have been monitoring him most carefully. He keeps to himself, rarely saying more than a single word to anyone. He spends much time in his room practising sword routines and keeping himself isolated. If it pleases you Princess Royal, I do not consider this to be a healthy form of behaviour.” “No, perhaps not. Yet one can possibly understand it considering what he has experienced. It seems he has been caught up in some kind of war and to have the gift of Precognition as well..." The older mage and the younger mage remained silent as the Supreme Deathcaster Princess mused. "Neither of you have had the opportunity to fight in a war and feel the death all around you, creeping in slowly, or perhaps more swiftly like a great black hama cat... But then again, neither of you are deathcasters either and for that you must be glad." "We agree that we are most grateful Imperial Highness." said the older mage with some trepidation. "Yes indeed... This young man, he would have been unable to properly screen himself against the ravaging effects of peoples' souls being ripped out of them all around him. Like teeth being pulled only to be replaced by burning nails." A sudden coldness emanated throughout the room and the young mage shivered. Chilled temperatures were said to accompany the presence of very great deathcasters wherever they went. He glanced surreptitiously upward from his position on his knees and he saw that icicles had formed upon the gilded ceiling of the beautiful but darkened turret chamber. He was glad to now have a cushion to kneel on. Last time only his Master was afforded one. “My apologies, Majesty, we are so ignorant in your ways.” said Grandmaster Esperlan. “No doubt." she replied. "Perhaps I shall dine with the child at some point. Yes, I think I shall invite...” The princess voice trailed off, as if she was suddenly a great distance away. “Princess? Are you well?” The mage master was understandably worried. In all the many years he had served her, she never trailed off mid-sentence. The princess Karalise was, if anything, utterly precise. “Something has occurred in Indiron. Death and so much of it! I have never felt such a thing...” The Princess was hardly speaking above a whisper. The two mages bowed their heads low, completely confused and afraid for they could tell that something had greatly upset the princess. "What is this?" she said to herself. She then paused for several moments before speaking again. "Alvestrix, Iseiro, attend me!" she called and within moments the young mage saw two tall men dressed all in black and masked in silver appear out of the shadows like silent thundery clouds. "Your will Most Imperial Highness?" They said at the same time. "I have cast a deathwatch spell and it leads to Indiron. I have telepathed to my allies among the Air-drakes, you are to go to their lair where 12 of them will be waiting to take you to Beauhamelais. There is a child there. Bring him to me.” “My apologies, Highness, but how shall we know who the child is?” said the one called Isiero. “Request to inspect any children from the Rainbow Academy there who have been in an explosion recently. He will be the one marked by Death, wearing it as a cloak. Master Esperlan, you will accompany my attendants. Now go!” "As you will, Imperial Highness." Said Master Esperlan shakily. One of the two men then grabbed the mage masters arm before holding hands with the other man and together all three of them suddenly disappeared before the young mages eyes. Just like that. The young mage shook his head. A child, wearing death? What could that possibly mean? Was he sick? Dying perhaps? What was the princess going to do with him? Pushing these thoughts from his mind the young mage suddenly realized with horror that he was alone in the room with Her Most Imperial Highness - Karalise, The Princess Royal. "Young man, you have done well today with so much unfolding. Your master leaves for Beauhamelais as we speak but I shall not be releasing you yet. You are to go to the Academy and you will befriend the man from Arian. Learn who he is and what makes him tick, offer him your bed - whatever is required you will do it." The young mage said nothing but nodded. He had done so well not to begin shaking. "I would call one of my compulsors to do it if I thought they could succeed but his mind is too strong. The only one who could possibly compel him would be Omhautry the Arronite and I cannot stand the cow! Do not fail me child.... Now leave us!" The pure coldness with which she said those final three words caused the young mage to quake uncontrollably. He could not help himself. He was almost grateful when a woman clothed all in black silk and a silver mask suddenly appeared beside him to lead him from the chamber. He dared to look at the filmy veil curtain which obscured direct view of the princess. He shuddered when he saw her gauzy figure levitating mid air with silent black lightning flashing all around her. Her astounding ulturo crown of black diamonds, onyx, jet, silver and obsidian emitted a sharp, eerie light. A line of silver and black aura that led to Indiron. The young mage felt a sudden burst of sympathy for the boy who would be found at the end of that truly frightening line. He quickly turned away and followed as the attendant tugged on his sleeve. She did not say a word as she led him to the same large royal carriage that had been sent to collect him many hours earlier. He wondered at how cold her hand was. Twenty minutes later he was traveling at a good clip along the unclogged Royal lane of the Imperial Way when he and everyone else were subjected to the presence of something so powerful that he doubted even the High Princess herself could stand before it. "GREETINGSSS DRAGONSSS & RAINBOW PEOPLESSS! WE HAVE RETURNED TO THISSS THE PLACE OF OUR HATCHING! GREETINGSSS SERVANTS OF THE MAGICAL TOWER!!! --- SSSUMMON THY AMSCION MASTER FOR WE DESIRE CONSSSULTATION FORTHWITH!!! --- SSSOON WE GO TO THE MOUNTAIN OF THE GOD TO FEAST AND TO SSSPEAK WITH THE EMPEROR OF LITTLE PEOPLES --- ALL MAY KNOW THAT SSSUMETRA QUEEN OF DRAGONSSS IS AWOKEN AND AT PLAY IN THE WORLD AGAIN!!!" The shell-shocked young mage recovered just enough to look outside of the coach and discover the looks of dismay and shock upon the faces of the thousands of people who had been going about their business along the grand boulevard. Rich and poor, adult and child and baby, everyone seemed to have heard the dragon! The young mage began to fear for the great dragon must be at the Academy and he was just minutes away from arriving there himself. The pale faced carriage driver came to the window and gave a jittery bow. "Master if you don't mind me asking - but what was THAT? Be this the end of the world?" He bobbed from one foot to the other looking about at the fearful crowd. "You heard what was said driver. The Queen of Dragons has returned and she seeks counsel with His Serene Grace the Amscion and His Most Imperial Majesty the Emperor now drive on to the Academy like you were instructed." "Ye-yes Sir!" said the driver before rejoining his two comrades at the front of the carriage. The driver shook his head because he could not recall the dragon announcing her name and regal status. The horses whuffed with more agitation than usual before the coach began to roll again. The young mage leaned back into the plush velvet interior of the carriage and took a shaky breath. "No this is not the end of the world, at least not yet! But with trouble in Beauhamelais, Tumult and intrigue at the tower... what next?" He quickly glanced out of the window once more to check whether the Lantern of Aderixo still shone. The young mage imagined that many people would be checking to see if the lantern still burned this day for all men knew the ancient proverb. "I build this lantern to stand as a symbol of your love for Me and a promise of My regard for you. And should it extinguish, then shall I return with great power for those who loved Me in their lives and deeds. Then cometh the calculation sublime and woe unto those who did not love Me!" The Lantern still burned. A great pillar of rainbow flame soared into and beyond the very sky. A promise of love and regard from the God Aderixo. The young mage allowed himself to relax just a little. The coach rolled on.

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Yay! Now we need a sequel! ♥

It's been two days since I decided to visit the waterfalls to see why I feel such a draw there. The flowers insist that I visit before the king's arrival today, so I've decided to spend this afternoon to see what I can find. Classes today were incredibly dull. They were teaching us to open up and speak with the animals around us in our Instinct class, but I've been able to do that since the moment I arrived. The lilies know far more about the workings of magic than the professors, it seems. No one stopped me on the way to the waterfalls, but then why would they? It's a common site for the apprentices to be wandering around exploring when they have no classes. Besides, there are very few apprentices, and the people of the city go out of their way to be friendly. Approaching the waterfalls, I felt a strong buildup of energy, as if there was an unseen force to keep people out. All of a sudden, I felt a sharp prick at the tip of my thumb, and as a drop of blood fell to the grass below my feet the resistance disappeared. Slightly wary of invisible people with sharp objects, I crept towards the waterfall while trying my best not to disturb anything that may decide to poke me again (or worse). As I came closer to the waterfall at the bottom, I noticed a gap between it and the wall, large enough for a full grown man to easily pass through. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, for I was certain I shouldn't be here, I walked up to the entrance and slipped inside. I'm not sure what I was expecting to find. A tall well lit tunnel led to a massive cavern beyond which shimmered with thousands of crystal lights like the ones in the city. Such a discovery was certainly not on my list. As I walked down the tunnel into the cavern, I was able to start making out a shape at the end. It appeared to be a large cathedral type structure, with pillars made out of some sort of crystal. The pillars came in every colour of the rainbow, and as I got closer I could tell they were actually diamond structures, made for channelling huge amounts of power. As I entered the room, I heard a voice, sounding old as time, speak out. "Welcome Derix is'Lorn, child of Shadow!" I stopped and the hairs on the back of my neck seemed to sizzle with electricity. "Who are you?" I called to the room, chilled to the core, for no one in Beauhamelais knew my full name. It spoke with an imperious voice. I imagine it would be the kind of voice that could make oceans rage and mountains crumble, it replied - "I am Carthuul'ak Rahn, Guardian of the Sacred Places, Keeper of the Well of Magic, Holder of the Relics of Time. " "Why did you call me child of shadow? Am I evil?" Fear ran my blood cold, for the Shadows were the eternal enemy of the Prismatic Kingdom and even the Erixoians. "We are all good and evil, the actions we take gives perception to others and thus they perceive us as such. Tell me, son of Dreams, have you done anything to warrant being called evil?" Fidgeting uncomfortably, for this being was undoubtedly powerful and knew a great many things, Derix replied as best he could. With a booming laugh, the voice replied, "Then you have nothing to fear! Come, let us get to the reason I brought you here!” The ground started to ripple and flow, the golden marble moving like water. A bulge started to form in the middle, rippling upwards until it formed a vaguely rectangular shape. Suddenly, the top of the shape broke and, like liquid gold, slid down the sides of a beautiful jewelled chest. “Open it. Inside you will find gifts fit for one of your station.” What station that may be, the spirit didn't say, and Derix was too off-balance to ask. When I approached the chest the top slowly swung open, revealing a necklace and two rings made of what appeared to be diamonds and other precious stones. The necklace was mostly made of black diamond, with inlaid rubies in the shape of a dragon. The rings were both similar, as one was black diamond with a band of rubies, and one was black diamond with a band of colourless diamonds. “As all things, the true value of these items will only be revealed in time. For now, know that they will increase your power substantially. If asked where you found them, tell them they have been in your family for generations and have been returned to you by a friend, for it will be the truth.” “Uh thank you? - but I don't understand this... I'm just and boy from Liirium, lucky enough to have been adopted by a good family after they found me wandering on the beach as a three year old. I have no birthright!” “These are yours by right of birth, whether you believe it or not. As such no thanks are necessary. Take up your birthright. Place the necklace over your head, and the rings on the middle finger of each hand.” The voice sounded proud, as if it had accomplished a great task. So I did what I was bid and adorned myself with the three priceless items. As soon as they were in place, I felt a great surge of energy fill me, the likes of which I've never felt before. I instantly knew that the relics belonged to me, and I felt comfortable wearing them as if I had worn them all my life. They belonged to me. “And now, the last thing before you go,” the voice paused, as the wall near the back of the room slid away, “This is Tarza, she will help you on your journey. Treat her well, for she is the only one of her kind.” As he was speaking, a black Hama-cat cub leaped out of the new opening, ran up to me, and began to purr as she nudged me with her head. She was only the size of a medium sized dog at the moment and I had never seen a hama-cat in the flesh; they were so rare but I knew that by time she finished growing she would be larger than a horse and unimaginably deadlier. Amazed at my good fortune I reached down to pet her, and that's when I noticed her eyes were pure black, as were her claws and teeth. Everything glistened like a black abyss, even her tongue was black. This certainly was no ordinary Hama-cat! “She will be a wonderful ally when things are hard, and a marvellous companion when all is well. Before you leave, I have one last piece of advice. No matter where you go, carry a member of the Solum with you. They will not die if picked by you, and you will always have an extra fount of wisom at your disposal. Now go, I have things I must prepare for the coming of the King. My walk back to the Academy was accompanied by strange glances and outright shock, yet the people of Beauhamelais were accustomed to people wearing costly adornments and leading strange and wonderful pets so they handled it a lot better than the people of my hometown would have if only barely. I was still buzzing with excitement over my discoveries so instead of returning to the academy I decided to keep walking. I needed to clear my head. I walked and walked and day turned to twilight. Tarza padded along sometimes ahead of me sometimes behind me. Suddenly she went off in one direction so quickly I nearly tripped over myself in startlement. A cloud of feathers went up into the air shortly after... I left her to feed and kept walking. I must have walked for another quarter of an hour and I heard a slight rustling behind me. I thought it was Tarza but when I turned around a man leaped from the bushes, brandishing a sword. “It isn't safe for kiddies so far from the city, no not safe at all,” he leered at me. “I like the look of yer necklace and yer rings. Hand them over, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, I may decide I will just take them.” Rage filled me, unlike anything I had ever felt before. These relics belong to me, to my family, how dare he think to take them? I began to feel power pouring into me, and as it did, my light blond hair darkened, and my eyes became pure black. Not knowing what I was doing, I reached out with my mind, hoping to knock him unconscious. Instead, a black tendril flowed from where I was standing, and latched onto his chest. Instantly, I knew what was happening. I was somehow controlling the shadows to leech off his energy. I could feel myself growing stronger, even as he started to sway. When he fell to the ground, too weak to stand, I let go of the flow of energy. The extra energy, however, had nowhere to go. Not able to contain it, I fell to my knees, as it started to burn inside my veins. Letting out a scream, I tried to force the energy out of my body. Where was Tarza? An explosion shook the air, as a pillar of pure darkness as wide as I was tall exploded out of the area, disappearing somewhere above the clouds. The last thing I saw, before losing consciousness, were the leaves fall from the trees around me, dead.

Dear Reader, Today, we have the wonderfully designed maps of the Upper Rainbow region available to you! Please Enjoy! Esmerelda Rolshann, High Cartographer to the Imperial Court Imperial Cartographer General