Nebula Gravis

[ClockworkAngel]

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The white-haired man entered a large hall, anceint carvings adorning the walls, but worn and faded to barely recognisable shadows of their former selves. He approached a thick, stone altar at the far end and sat upon it, looking back towards the entrance. The building reminded him of something from long, long ago...

[Frozen Temple - Arctacia - Northern Continent - Several millenia ago]

"We will tolerate this no more. There is no need for your wanton desctruction any longer. The world is at peace and it's people are learning from their mistakes. We ask you to step down now, or we shall remove you by force." Said a tall woman, with flaming red hair. She wore heavy, golden armour, emblazoned with crimson designs. In one hand, she held a large, slender axe of white and red.
"My dearest Procella, what do you think you can do?" Said the man to whom she was addressing. He stood at the far end of the frozen hall, an arrogant, hateful gleam in his eyes. "You don't surely believe you can fight us?"
"Us? I am sorry, but you're friend has been... Distracted, shall we say, by Eruditio. It is only us here." Procella said, noticing the slight fall in the man's expression. "I am sorry, but this is the end for you."
"I think not." The man said. With a wave of but one finger, he sent a torrent of ice hurtling towards the woman, but it was engulfed in a ball of flame. Steam began to fill the room. "I am sorry, old friend."

The woman held both her hands before her and a shining, golden pentacle appeared around the man. He staggered back as his form shifted. He felt his power drained and a heavy weight appeared upon his body. He looked down to see golden shackles fixed firmly around his wrists and ankles, a bright red ruby set within each.

"Those are the Sun Shackles. They will absorb your power indefinatly. You will be no more powerful than an average mage of the mortal world. You, who could not see the wrong in your actions, I have condemned to an eternity of powerlessness. But warned though, old friend. You may still have your everlasting life, but you can be killed by wound and illness. Struggle on in the mortal world and maybe one day, you will find the answer to restoring your former glory."

The woman vanished in a burst of flame, leaving the white-haired man staring at the place she had been stood, anger filling his heart.
"Curse you you bitch... CURSE YOU PROCELLA LAPIS!" The man roared.

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[Lily - Noxville Town]

Lily followed the man into a dark, grubby building and, once inside, she followed him through a concealed doorway, down a long flight of stairs and into what appeared to be a small cathedral. Lily recognised the place as she herself had served the Cult of Umbranox here for some time. The priests of the cult wore black hoods and with shootsleeved, black robes. Protruding from the short-sleeved robes were the elongated sleeves of a black under-robe, that fell far passed their hands, concealing them from sight.

Lily followed her guide up to one of the priests, who turned and acknowledged her presence.

"Lillith, it is a pleasure to see you again." The priest said. Lily recognised the man as Siryon, once an underling of the cult.
"Siryon. You've risen up over the years." She said. The man nodded.
"I hear you disposed of our messenger. Still have an unhealthy dislike for people that waste your time I see. So, probably best I cut right to the chase then. As our messenger informed you, we have located an anceint tomb and within it referances to one that could only be yourself. We have been unable to proceed within the tomb however, and believe that only one such as yourself is capable of doing so."
"Where is this tomb?"
"The Church of Umbra in Ciniria. You can find it at the back of the churchyard. I will warn you though, there is some great malevolence around the tomb now. We are unable to even get close to it at the moment. Be careful Lillith."

Lily nodded before making her way out of the cathedral and back to the town. She left as quickly as she arrived and started heading south towards the former capital of Nigerautumunus, Cirilia.