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Date Posted: 21:56:15 06/13/01 Wed
Author: Loonook
Subject: Re: Contest # 5 Discussion!
In reply to: Loonook 's message, "Re: Contest # 5 Discussion!" on 14:11:10 06/13/01 Wed

heres a mockup story in Dominaria... it was written on short notice so...

In the Court of the Jester
By Loonook

There were many concerns on Rela’s mind. The Primadormi depended on her as a guide into the world of reality. A high priestess in the Order of the Samite, she knew that there were more worrisome works to prepare for. The invasion had wiped out most of her healers, and the armies of Dominaria needed assistance. Only under duress did she open the door to the Scape... but now she wished that she had died rather than this.

A dark, foreboding cell surrounded her. No, surround is an inappropriate term, Rela thought. The cell envelops me. And I can hear it moving me.

A loud, gurgling rush of some liquid moved around her as the entire prison she was trapped in moved towards a destination. Murmuring echoed inside her head, getting through even as she attempted to meditate. A great jerk shook the cell, and the left wall slowly peeled apart. As this occurred, the wall formed a figure that stood before her and looked into her eyes.

A sleek, tall figure, it mimicked the uniform of a Benalish infantryman. However, the creature was an imperfect mimic, as the armor was unfilled and the face... the face was the most frightening of all. Hollow eye sockets gleamed obsidian in an alabaster skull. A ridge seemingly made of bone, rose almost a half-foot from the humanoid skull and had large, seemingly sharp protrusions pushing out of it.

“They have requested you in the court, priestess. I would suggest you follow me.” The abomination said as it raised its malformed hands. From the hands leaped great dark threads that wrapped around the arms, legs, and throat of Rela. Sharp pain ran through the body of the matron, and she followed against her will.

As she walked forward, the floor in front of her phased into existence. Large, white tiles flew up to catch her feet as she marched along with the beasts that captured her. From the other walls sprang creatures that she had never seen beasts that stood far above the head of her holder, but seemed to be controlled by it. As they neared the end of what seemed to be a hall, large doors sprang up. Made of black ironwood, the portals opened before the priestess, and so Rela entered into the throne room of the one know as the Jester.

“WELCOME CHILDE. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.” A voice said in Rela’s mind. As she looked to find it, she saw the figure before her. As she stared in awe, the walls at the far side of the room swirled and twisted, allowing a sphere of utter darkness to enter into the area of the throne. As the sphere started to stretch and twist, the priestess of the Samites saw a beast, which was of no world she had seen.

The Jester stood on a pillar near the throne. In his hands he held spheres of green fire. Around his head, the long plumes of his cap flew as if tentacles of some great sea beast. Draped in a cloak, the figure swooped across the expanse, and met the priestess with a horrible smile. Though this beast seemed to be a man, his colorless eyes and dragon-like hands belied his true nature. As the tentacles of the cap swept around Rela, Jester waved the guards away. As the minions cleared the room, the matron gathered in her minds the memories of her home in Benalia. Fields of grain and beautiful flower gardens filled her mind, but as she gathered her will to strike the views disappeared. The flowers were covered in bodies, the fields burning as great war machines rose and fell into the earth.

YOUR WILL IS NOT OF POWER HERE... I CONTROL THE MAGIC AND THE REALITY OF THIS PLACE. Suddenly, the Jester reached inside her mind. Exquisite crimson agony filled Rela’s thoughts, and Jester smiled. No... We are here... remember the Oath Jester. A voice of lilting grace boomed and the face of Jester froze.

As she watched, Jester looked into Rela’s eyes and shrieked in inhuman horror. She felt a blast of white light shoot through her hands into the specter. The bolt took shape, turning into an angelic being that melded into Jester. A battle of wills seemed to happen, as light and dark collided in struggle. At last, the lights split, and the white light blinked out of existence. Jester, no longer in a discernable form, flew through the wall and dissipated. As the floor fell from the room, Rela felt the movement of the ground beneath it, and she felt the pain of landing on the hard tile of the Sanctuary in front of her bed. She now knew that there was no hope for the help of the Primadormi... and at that fact she breathed a sigh of relief.

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