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"The
Tide of Death"
Kanos
Xaphon
Solusek Ro Server
by
Tigeress Fierceheart
and Wyndforge
bitter
ethereal wind howled into the cavernous dwelling, blinding
the entrance to Darkness' own place of meditation. Dragon
roar intermingled with the baying of demons that hunger
for the souls of the mortal plane.
The
hiss of steel against the wind brought forth gleaming weapons
of unparalleled perfection and inhuman strength, while etched
runes enchanted with dark magic flicker in and out of view
in the dim firelight.
Kanos
Xaphon, the black prince of Legend whispered gravely
to his abyssal dragon and watched as it roared in mighty
agreement, throwing its head back in a deep, frightening
laughter that echoed through the valleys that only dark
spirits dwell . . .
"The
time draws near, Ximmolatus," said Kanos to his winged
minion. "For eons we have patiently waited. And
now our time is at hand."
"Then
the souls we take tonight will be ours to command?"
questioned Ximmolatus "The gods will permit this?"
A
sinister laugh boomed from Kanos. "The gods can
do nothing to stop me! They foolishly turned their
heads away all these centuries, all the while my power grew
to unimaginable heights. It is not a question of my
challenging the gods . . . it is a matter of the gods daring
to challenge ME."
A
wide grin stretched across Ximmolatus' fanged mouth. He
would feast tonight.
"And
my very own, He who once I called my God, He whose name
I shall never again speak, will quiver beneath my blade.
The Prince of Hate he proclaims himself. Yet
soon He shall be known as the Prince of PAIN."
Then,
with a motion of Kanos's hand and a swipe of his sword,
they vanished from their spiritual plane and at last made
the journey they had waited centuries to fulfill . . .
.
That
evening, a dreadful wind cast a dark canopy across Norrath.
Citizens could not place a finger on it, but something
about this evening was not right.
An
elven child pointed up to the Faydwer sky and asked innocently,
"Mama, where did the stars go?" That same
moment, a Freeport guard looked above and noticed the same
daunting sign. Even beyond, in the icy plains of Everfrost,
the barbarians looked into the cloudless night and saw only
darkness. Deep, unforgiving darkness.
All
across Norrath panic raced through beast and being alike,
all asking the same question. Rather, all were proclaiming
the same fact: that something was wrong. Something
was dreadfully wrong.
Deep
within the walls of Neriak, however, the mood was different.
When rumor of the starless sky spread throughout the
city, the high priests of darkness raced up to the roofs
of their towers to see if what was spoken was true. They
looked up into the night sky and fell to their knees in
exaltation.
"He
has come!" they said to one another. "The
prophecy is come!"
The
citizens of Neriak all gathered in the center of the city,
preparing themselves for what was to be. They formed
an enormous circle, master and apprentice alike, and on
bent knee they waited.
They
did not wait long before an image, darker than pitch black
of night materialized before them. The image then
formed into two beings, one of average size and the other
an enormous beast. When the transformation was complete,
an image in armor of deep, swirling amethyst appeared. Behind
him, darker than night, a dragon stretched its wings proclaiming
their arrival.
"Rise
my children!" boomed the voice of Kanos Xaphon. "Rise
and prepare for war. For tonight, I feast upon the
souls of Norrath."
The
people of Neriak did not cheer, did not exult in what should
have been the beginning of their long days of triumph. They
simply obeyed, returning to their homes only to reemerge
shortly in full outfits of war.
Lead
by Kanos, mounted atop his dragon Ximmolatus, the army of
the TierDal turned their deadly eyes towards Norrath, and
Norrath would never be the same again. For on this
night marked the return of Kanos Xaphon . . . and the Tide
of Death.
The
Legendary Shadowknight, Kanos Xaphon is heralded
- and feared - throughout the lands of the Solusek Ro server.
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