And so it comes to this. Khallos, the last of the Venmyrs, is leaving. Some people will be happy, some will be sad, some will be ignorant.
I've had great times on Graal; some of the best moments of my life have been on it. But now it is losing its charm. I no longer find it that fun. I feel it is mainly EAs and IWDs that have contributed to this: its not fun when you agree to a friendly spar against someone 5 levels lower than you and find you can't hit them because they have about -60 AC. Also, I feel that nowadays the emphasis on Kingdoms is on levelling, and hardly anyone actually roleplays. (No bashing/dissing of GK intended)
Dustari was the only Kingdom I've ever been in, and I hope it continues to flourish under the reigns of future monarchs. I'm posting this thread here so that all of the citizens of Dustari may know, as all have been part of this great Kingdom.
I've had many great friends too: Padren, Zoe, Satrek, Gririhan, Majin and Rhynor, Darklux, Larrien, and Shobre ( to a certain extent). I apologise if I've missed anyone.
If you can't bear me going, my AIM is: xXKhallosXx
So, I wish you all good times on Graal.
Khallos looked around him. The rotting walls, the chipped floor, stained in places, the stagnant air- he felt at home. Now it was cleansed of the unworthy, it would do as his final resting place for the remainder of his unlife. He gazed into the corner, his vision perfect in the darkness. There he spied the one remaining creature his minions had missed. With a cruel smile upon his face, he muttered an incantation, made a few mysterious passes with his hand, and laughed out loud at the bloody implosion which consumed the creature following these actions.Turning round, he noticed his hand-picked minions lurching unsteadily towards him. Their peers would remain behind on the world, to haunt the living, and rise up to stop any adventurer foolhardy enough to tresspass on his domain.
With but a thought, his mastery of the dead unparallelled except by his brother Ilyich, who had long ago left for far-off shores, he sent them to their positions, the eight skeletons taking their places on each corner of the octagon which had been painstakingly painted on the floor with the blood of the rotting house's previous inhabitants.
This was where he wanted to be. This was where he belonged. Taking a deep breath of the stagnant air, he sighed as if enjoying the putrid smell. This was where he would stay, unless some foolish mortal awoke him some day in the future. Taking a final deep breath, he began the last incantation he would ever make.
Many brave adventurers continually battle against the ever returning minions of the great Necromancer Lord, and to this day they still tell tales of ghostly voices they can hear, chanting the same phrase: "As you are, we once were. As we are, you shall be..."
On a lighter note, I leave you with this little jewel I discovered in some of the old Dustari threads:
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Originally posted by anUk (aka MarkB)
I am a Dustari for life, never will i join CP
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