The Masks

Four masks interlocked in dreadful stare

Observation changing all before

Entangled weave of gazes entwined

To make all, that once was not,

Now there


Four masks caged in pained haunt

To build, To burn, To act, To plan

A raging storm with no end or halt

The vortex spiral of dreamland


Four masks making haste to plan all fate

Fighting for a secure place in the abyss

Longing to fill a thirst they cannot sate

Creating chaos in darkened mist

Monday, March 22, 2010

Latest Iboga Confrontation

"Firstly since my presence is no longer a secret we must find a way for me to communicate with the others. If we are to catch Iboga we will need the help of the other Etherians." Axis spoke internally to Graven once more. "We simply need a rock with this rune scribed into it." Axis gave Graven a mental image of the rune.

A couple hours later it was done and Graven called forth a meeting.

"I have an introduction to make this evening under these somber of circumstances. After Veyn's funeral we will begin a search of the forest. This search will be for the wraith of Iboga himself. We cannot allow his restless spirit to haunt here in this, the city of Axium. To this end I want you all to meet Axis." Graven pulled the rock from his pocket and placed it on the table and traced the rune on it's surface. Moment's later the rune alit and became three dimensional above the rock. It floated there and as Axis began to speak it pulsed with each deep, echoed word."

"Friends you don't know me, but I know you all very well. As well as Graven knows you, perhaps better. Graven has kept me a secret for a long time now at my request but the time for subtlety has passed."

"I don't understand...What...What are you?"

"I am a fragment from the chain of Fracture and normally I would be happy to indulge you with a history of the universe explanation but for now let's just say I am a close friend of Graven. Heed notice to his metallic eye. That is the nature of my existence and under normal circumstances I would converse with no other, but alas things have changed. Iboga's spirit has been set free, his blue cobalt ether embodied by his attainment of myself before his death, and mind you that one's mind is no picnic. I was there briefly and in that time I assimilated all the knowledge that was Iboga."

"You mean to say you have access to the memories of a 1300 year old Etherian?" Syrka queried.

"All of them. From his morning routine to his research and obsession with becoming a spirit. It seems Iboga had pupose in his actions this day."

"His purpose was to reap havoc and exert control, the same as it always was with Iboga," said Adahn from experience.

"His reason for coming extends beyond that Adahn. Apparenly Iboga plans to inhabit a golem."

"A golem?" Graven prodded.

"It's a machine of sorts. A bipedal machine made of iron and empowered by runic symbols."

"I thought spirits were unable to affect the living." Syrka assumed.

"Normally that is the case but Iboga has found a way through runes to inhabit the body of this 'golem'."

"To what end?" Adahn inquired.

"Iboga knows of the Gaiasphere and the tree is a haven for souls. He also knew that he would be denied entrance to the tree. He constructed the golem for the sole purpose of forcing entrance into the Gaiasphere. I cannot tell you the effect that a malignant soul would have on the paradise of the sphere."
"I thought the sphere was impenetrable, what is the danger?" Graven was genuinely concerned.

"Iboga's golem possesses an intricate rune which simulates the ether strain of Gaia and her daughter laced into a drill. This ether drill can penetrate the surface of even the gaiasphere, then it's a simple matter of evacuating the host golem and becoming a part of the tree. Once part of the tree Iboga will corrupt every intricacy of the tree's wonder."

"We can't let that happen! I won't let it," exclaimed Graven.

"The answer to defeating Iboga's plan is the wax used by the Eoti. It is the only known substance which is affected by the soul's transferrance. If we can trap the golem in the wax it will be enough to stop the soul from entering the sphere."

"How will we find enough wax in time. The bees are hard to locate." Syrka was very familiar already with the intricacies of the wax.

"We have just over two weeks. The machine is located back in the ruins of Ahmphyrr. It will take his soul time to reach it, as well as the machine's journey back to Axium. Plus I know of a method to dilute the wax so that large quantities of the substance can still be made effective at lower consistencies."

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