The lich lord of chaos
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It was a bright morning day and the dead shambled across the white sand. A dark gray castle flying a [ flag deco here ] shambling zombies and loss lords are spread out across the sprawling sands around the the chaos palace holding the tomb [Name] the lord of chaos. [Name] is a lich lord and has lost a small part of his mind in order to preserve his life forever.

[Name] in his ethereal form floated through the walls beside the chamber doors. He turned into one of the halls ways and went down the stairs passing by pictures of old emperors from distant lands. A relic of his traveling days. His black silk robe edged with gold rippled backwards as [Name] flew. He flew right through a wall and downwards into his lower chambers.

The lower chambers was still a well kept part of the whole castle and the gray stones that lined the walls and floors looked the same as they do in the alchemy lab

The Lich Lord of Chaos

A large castle sits in a mountain towers poke through the top and the castle is carved into the high tops. Dead trees half torn out of the ground litter the area and the undead patrol the grounds. The rattle of skeleton warriors with various equipment on shamble across the dead ground. Faint wisps of dying grass pop through the stoney black ground. Banshees fly across the sky shrieking as the go their long almost transparent cloaks dangle down below them and their hoods cover their terrifying faces.

The Lich Lord Robert a being of dedicated to chaos looks down from what he has created. His magic allows him to take many forms, but the one he favors most is one with a large black robe covering all of his body with a red colour and an amulet with a red gemstone resting on his chest. Skulls and bones are sewn into various part of his chest and sides accent the black robe. His head is a black skull with sightless eyes that could cause shivers down any being. On top of his head rested a patch of red hair that stuck up in a mohawk. His staff contained a tooth gifted to him by Sians, the dragon of chaos, and he clutched the black staff tightly in his right hand.

Robert gazes over his lands thousands and undead creatures move about all waiting for a command from the Lich Lord. It was not time to move his armies to attack no it was time to talk to Sians. Robert turns around and floats inside down the stairs and into his lower chambers where he keeps his element eye. Robert reaches out and beings the code that will allow him to communicate with the dragon. Opening up a stream into chaos and sending a buffer of magic is no easy task. However the Lich Lord had being doing this for a long time and has created a simple spell-class that will allow him to tap into chaos. With the bean on chaos he can place the bean at the beginning of the Time loop and wait for it to grow to the point in which he wants to talk to Sians.

Time is a strange thing there is the time that allows us to manage between the days and how long it takes to get somewhere. Then there is Time which is an entity in reality which can be manipulated. The bean has grown to the Time and Robert beings to send out magic as it follows the path set out by the bean. A voice booms in his head.

“Ahh lich lord, holder of my tooth, created and shaper of the dead. Creature of chaos, being of death and destruction. Do you seek again to take your fill of chaos and drive deeper into your own madness?” Then without another word the Robert is flooded with magic. He beings to fill his

gemstones and his staff. He absorbs the chaos directly into his being, but there is no way to stop the dragon once he has started. He must simply take the pain of being in this state. The lich lord falls to the ground and still the dragon pours his chaos into the creature.

Finally the dragon finds the bean and destroys it. As this is an item of order the dragon will always destroy the bean. Sometimes it takes longer sometimes it is sooner. With the connection destroyed he picks himself up again and floats away from the element eye. Robert moves into his library and beings the spells that will record what he can of the chaos. His magic replenished and his gemstones filled with mana is well suited for his next raid against the wizards and the Wizard Druid Andrew.

The Arch Mage of Photograsping Creates the Wizard Droids.

The Arch Mage of Photograsping worked in his tower on his newest creation. Well it was sorta his creation, as some of it was the work of a wizard who had died and had given him the droids. Long slender beings draped in a faded grey robe with a tall pointed hat and faceless head. Craig Sygamondis a normal looking human, not dressing as most wizards do. Instead he decides to be in a long black jacket and slim pants with high fitting boots.

Beakers bubbles hovering in place over wizard fire as he mixes different elements and chemicals to get the perfect solution that will carry his magic into these droids. A droid is a upright creature with two legs and two arms and no face. Almost human but without magic it will never move. Craig had been working on a way to make the creatures last longer their current time and he has been modeling biped circulatory systems to do it.

At the heart of the creature is element made out of pure gold which is enchanted to rejuvenate the solution that carries the magic through the droids. The droids also carry a gem in their minds that keep them connected to all other droids on the field. The droids can then teleport near each other to close the gap. Well this what the grand wizard has planned out. It is time to test out his newest creation.

Craig looks at the droid and with a nod of his head pours his magic into the heart of the droid, and it being to pump the solution that has filled the veins of the droid. The droid twists its head around as if gazing around the room is which it was born. Craig speaks to the creature “000 what is your name.”

“I am 000 sir.”

“What is your task”

“To preserve my life”

“Whose magic is controlling you?”

000 replies “You magic Sir, and I own my life to you”

000 Beings to test out its magical abilities it turns its palm upwards and summons a small flame and tosses it back and forth between his hand. It moves the flame around its body and then creates a shield of flames. 000 then stops all movement and stands at attention.

Amused with the spark of life in 000 he wonders what the next one will be like. He nods at 001 and gives it the element of ice. 001 stands up and summons ice all over its body then creates a circle of spikes all around its position. 001 then stops all movement and stands at attention. Craig then gives the command for 000 to teleport, and in a poof of smoke 000 has changed position in no time at all.

The Arch Mage of Photograsping is very impressed with his new creations and he has many droids left to test on and perfect the different elements. That can wait he thinks to himself now its time to go enjoy myself in the halls of wizardry. He leaves 000 and 001 standing at attention in his corridors the beakers still bubbling away.

The Bunny King

The Bunny King’s long brown ears trails down to his waist and long dreadlocks that drapes down to his shoulders. With a bow staff out infront of him he begins his daily quest to look for some food. Finding some sweet grass off to the side and some branches and leaves he took them to build them into a small offering to the fairies. He blesses it and the offering turns to smoke and in its place was a meal of carrots and lettuce and a rose to top it off. A smile beams on to his face showing off his human like teeth. Ahh a fantastic meal thank you fairies.

He begins his walk through the forests; its curves and passages. The forest seems to stretch on forever in this land between the great islands. A sound caught by his ears a low grumbling and shuffling across the litter of the ground. A little ball of light racing down the forest looking for him flies close. The little fairy creature races over and stops in front of him. Blinking and buzzing off a series of commands with a little squeal at the end. He knew what this meant a creature from the Lich Lord had come to defile his forest seeking to kill magical creatures and bring the power back to the Lich Lord.

The Bunny King raced off through the forest. Jumping so high and scaling a tree with a matter of well placed leaps. The Bunny King soaring from tree to tree leaping through the leaves and spiraling through the branches. He takes the bow staff off of his bank and brings it out to fall downwards causing him to stop as it hits the branch and then and then slamming the top half of the bow staff to rocket him to the ground. His target right in front of him; a Shambling Horror. He rockets himself forward and goes low with his staff. The Bunny King holds on tight to the bow staff and hits the legs of the Horror. The creature wails its frustration as it struggles to get up. The Bunny King stops himself, and walks on top of the creature. With one powerful motion he drive his staff into the back of the creatures head. It stops all movement and sound and became still. The Bunny King jumps off and the creature began to decay, as the only thing keeping it alive was the magic hidden in its skull.

The Bunny King took out a small rag and wipes the black blood off of his brown staff. Little balls of light began to fly in and bounce around. Blinking on and off again. The began the sing a little hymn “Bounce bounce bounce bouncing the bunny we move as fast as we can yet we can't keep up with The Bunny King man.” The forest is alight with lights of all colours: blue, yellow, green, pink, purple. A tiny bass sound comes from the ground as the earth fairies play and the kicks and claps buzz around his powerful legs, while the delicate notes of a piano play up high. The Bunny King begins to dance jumping around with his ears flopping about as he loses himself.

Alas poor hope of a wonderful morn. The shinning sensation of the sun peaking through the desperate words of a mad man. Made from himself and the dreams of others. Made from what he seeks in other people, the truth, love, compassion, hope, kindness. Grown strong as a tree thosands of years old. Growing strong and true. The compassion of two. Love that has been seen for years but changes from person to person

Boom! passion of passion that wonder lust for the future. So many possibility and yet that is what we all seek the truth of ourselves and what we want others to see. What we want to show ourselves in this reality of only one. This dream that only one exists and that is why i only do what i do for myself i would not want to harm myself and i only want to help myself. So many times asked "do you wish harm on others!" there is no other is there only me and how i view myself in different ways beyond my comprehension.

What happens when I assume to much of myself when i ask for more then I am willing to give? Well i being to fear what has happened and what will be for my future. I begin to question and i wait for the patience on what happens. Something must be observed first that is the may concern with me. The unknowing if something has been observed Since when it has been observed then only it can be effected.

Unless this rainbow process is true that i can effect without been seen or sensed in a typical. This kind of process that goes down to the core of humanity and changes the will of life. Once fragile made strong by myself and that i wish others to view this too but its to beautiful for anything to be really practicable people need to be able to talk about it.