Cascabel

Alright, I am on business in Hawaii atm and waiting for my wife to fly in today. She has my HD so I can clear up space for the extra OS and Aion. Once that's done, I'll get installed and rolling. If I'm not in by beta I'll definitely be in by release. Who do I interview with to get re-Membered? (pun intended!) Cas

I still gotta clear space on the HD and reinstall windows. Then get ventrilo...then get Aion... You guys are such a bad influence...Damn you Axem for texting me. I had been avoiding you guys intentionally.

Thanks guys. I wonder if Aion has the source material for lore such as this.

http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll108/Cascabel187/InevitableCity_02-1.jpg ?Before you address those inside the Viper Pit, I would ask to confer with you regarding SEVEN. We do not carry the end strength that follows the banner of Ebonlore. However, we wish to swear fealty and propose an alliance that would further both our aims,? the Witch-Elf whispered. ?There is no incentive for us to ally ourselves with those incapable of standing alone,? Cascabel replied. ?Ebonlore is intent on raising an army capable of enforcing its will upon the realm of Order. Should you choose to be a part of that...and display the strength and guile we require, I would consider your induction into our ranks. If not, stand aside, for I have more pressing matters to contend with.? And indeed he did. He passed through the corridor and into the inner chamber of the Viper Pit with much preying on his mind. There were many factions that claimed to fight for the cause of Destruction. His experience, though, had taught him the vast majority only sought to further their own personal agendas. The true power of Chaos, and by extension Destruction, lay in the Changer of Ways. Cascabel knew to the depths of his soul that the Great Conspirator had thrust him into this new role and he savored the opportunity that had been presented. This gathering of so-called leaders of Men, Greenskins and Dark Elves ceased with their conversations, amicable or otherwise, once they recognized the guild insignia emblazoned on Cascabel?s cloak. ?Hail, mighty Cascabel! Your face does not escape me. Neither does the insignia you bear upon your cloak. I see you have taken up arms with the likes of Ebonlore. Are you aware of the true nature of the fetid Orc they claim as their leader?? Even the renown merchants could not help but look up from their negotiations at this insult. The silence was deafening. The speaker was Veii, of the banner of All or Nothing, presumably a reference to their defeatist mindset upon the battlefield. A zealot much like Cascabel, yet very different all the same. ?With the sarcasm and envy spewing from your mouth, am I to understand that my words will fall upon deaf ears before they are measured for truth and validity?? Cascabel retorted. ?Nay, Cascabel! Although, we are already aware of your intentions to gather more minions under your banner. That much is clear. Though you should know, All or Nothing and our alliance, the Roughriders of Ruin, will have no part in your dealings. You and your forces have chosen a path from which there is no return. There is evidence that you are in league with Slaanesh and your forces have raised your banner in the service of perversion and pleasure.? ?Stay your tongue, Veii. You speak out of turn and are truly out of touch with who it is we truly serve.? Cascabel then addressed the rest of the gathering that included errant warriors as well as members of the Undead Lords and Eximos. ?Khorne, though ample in strength, is both crude and brash. Slaanesh is easily averted by the strong-willed. Nurgle is too conspicuous to be a threat. It is Tzeentch alone that embodies the subtlety and cunning to destroy Order. It is from him that power will flow like freshly tapped blood.? Cascabel had achieved his goal and now held the host in front of him engrossed. It was Veii who interrupted. ?Spare us your theological rhetoric. We are here to discuss the sacking of Altdorf and care not for your characterization of the Gods. Your deeds speak volumes and exhibit no sign of honor on the battlefield. It has been reported you seek to take any advantage in war that is available at the cost of your own souls. We shall not associate ourselves with your kind.? Cascabel erupted in laughter. Veii looked at his companions to the left and right of him in an effort to gauge their thoughts. He appeared uneasy. Cascabel?s laughter slowed as he fixed his gaze upon his audience, piercing their resolve, each in turn. ?Fools, have you not hear a word I said? No matter, it will soon become apparent. ?He turns his face to all who seek to sculpt their environment rather than simply accept it.? Ignore those words at your peril. We set forth to engage the enemy in the Valley of Kadrin. Those who wish to join are welcome to do so.? With that he raised his purple gloved hand for all to see. He lowered his arm and opened his palm. In it was a single gold coin with a blood red crown embossed on it. He tossed it at Veii?s feet.The significance was lost on almost everyone. The Councilman of Ebonlore turned and climbed the dais as he made his way to the flight master. Triffle, the Witch Elf, fell in step alongside him. ?That went well. Where to now, zealot?? she asked. ?We make haste to the Dwarven realm, Mistress of Khaine. I must confer with Axem regarding this...reception.? He mounted the wyvern and secured his pack to the saddle. ?Something tells me however, our endeavors will be all the rhetoric we need. The quality of soldiers we require will heed that before anything else...?

http://www.warhammeralliance.com/forums/images/avatars/1779.gif Cascabel Ebonlore pushed his way through the crowds of Inevitable City with the look of disdain on his face. The Black Orc, Axem, had reached out to him personally, probably, at the urging of Mistic the female zealot, who had taken to the Greenskin, almost to the point of servitude. Cascabel had a staunch sense of where his priorities lay and they definitely did not include heeding the orders of that which was formerly a fungus. He did have to admit, however, that this Orc was an anomaly. Uncommon for an Orc, his deeds in Kadrin Valley demonstrated the capacity for logical and reasoned forethought. His heroics had been acknowledged throughout Inevitable City and some whispered rumors that he may have been one of the former Black Orc bodyguards of Grimgor Ironhide known as Da Immortulz. That, however, in the eyes of Cascabel, was irrelevant. He recalled their conversation and played it back over again as he ascended the path towards the Viper Pit. ?Oi! Ooman! Lissen good,? bellowed Axem as the zealot approached. He then slouched and raised both hands to his enormous skull as though in excruciating pain. Mistic?s eyes shifted back and forth between Axem and Cascabel during what seemed like years of silence. She appeared uneasy as Cascabel raised his eyebrow and replied, ?Mind your tone, Black Orc. Why have you summoned me?? Axem grimaced in pain and crouched even further, gnashing his teeth in agony. Mistic spoke on his behalf. ?You must pardon, my associate. He is...uh...undergoing some changes that we are still struggling to understand. Suffice to say that we have determined you are the one we seek to further our aims.? ?Don?t toy with me, woman. You call upon me for an audience and I granted it based solely on the fact that we both are servants of Tzeentch. Why is it that I suspect you are serving more than the God of Change. Judging by the company you keep, I am beginning to suspect that you are more likely a servant of Malal. Did I note correctly that you have etched the number 11 in that focus you attempt to hide behind your back?? ?Perceptive, Cascabel. I admit my heritage as a Doomed One and acknowledge Malal as my patron. However, we are not here to discuss The Renegade. We require your assistance and your recompense will be commensurate with your effort. I speak of the Army of Ebonlore." She paused here before continuing. "Your silence indicates that I have attained your interest. We offer you a seat on the Inner Council. You will be charged with increasing our numbers and recruitment of not only Greenskins but the Druchii as well.? ?This Age of Reckoning makes for strange bedfellows, woman.? Cascabel looked down as he thumbed his blade, satisfied that his time had not been wasted. He then approached within centimeters of Mistic?s face and whispered, ?I accept your offer simply for the fact that my curiosity is piqued. What is it you require?? Cascabel glanced at the Chosen guards posted outside the Viper Pit. This place was notorious for the incessant bickering amongst the various guilds who were united only in their acknowledgment of the Order as a common enemy. That recognition, however, did not preclude the use of treachery, subterfuge or bloodshed. As he leaned his weight into the massive entrance door, Cascabel perceived the tell-tale shimmering outline of a Witch-Elf immediately behind him. ?Be not alarmed, zealot. I mean you no harm. I am Triffle, Guild Leader of Seven. My spies inform me that it is you who I must speak with regarding a matter of no small concern.? Navigating these corridors of power was to be precarious, indeed...

That is not my work....Azkadilla is the author of the post. I just posted it for him as soon as I could so that I could include it in the newlsetter for January 2009.

I showed Azkadilla some of Eponine Ebonlore's writings from Shadowbane and he submitted this to me this morning. I am going to include the link in the Ebonlore's newsletter that will be released shortly. Eponine's SB Lore

Azkadilla stepped from the flying creature, nodded to the flight master and grimaced at the smell. Inevitable City, home of the Chaos Lord and all manner of things that fill children?s nightmares. She must not forget her purpose. Summoning her Cold one she mounted and headed for the Viper?s pit, perhaps she would find him there and she could return to the war front quickly. The Viper?s Pit, home of the most vile and most cunning, a meeting place for the members of Destruction, Azkadilla shrugged, better than a rain filled gutter perhaps. The deafening roar of screaming uneducated Orcs was absent from the inner chambers of the place this morning. They, the Orcs that is, might actually be participating in the War, instead of just screaming the word today, she thought. The place was normally filled with the races of the alliance, but not today, the vendors even looked subdued. That suited her purpose, finding this Zealot would prove less time consuming. Khaine expected all his Brides to participate in the ritualistic slaying of the unbelieving, particularly those foolish High Elves. Thirty minutes of unproductive question asking in the Viper?s Pit, ?He had just left?, ?He was here, I saw him?, ?Nope haven?t seen him today?, ?Mork?no gota Zealot?he gota me? were just some of the answers she had heard, most distressing. The Sorceress she had spoken to however had mentioned the Auction Broker. She would pursue the lead, already the stench of the city was beginning to annoy her, the city might have beautiful architecture, but it was still a city of the dead or dying or worse. Entering the Apex, or center of the city, four staircases, one from each direction of the compass, several meters wide arose from the floor of the Apex. Twenty feet into the air the stairways merged onto a platform where the Chaos Lord?s faithful fueled a fire they claimed was eternal. Perhaps those flames provided the stench, she really didn?t care one way or the other, she needed to find that Zealot. The nearly deserted auction house provided no clue to his whereabouts. The hopes of a quick departure from the City of Chaos began slipping away. Happenstance then reared its head and she saw the one she sought leaving the vault. Cascabel, Zealot of Ebonlore. It was to him Khaine had sent her. Her form faded into nothingness as she became one with her surroundings and followed the servant of Chaos. Using her prowess of stealth she followed him to a small apothecary shop on the far side of the city. Once he entered the shop she dropped her veil of shadows and followed him inside. Interrupting his conversation with the proprietor, Azkadilla spoke from the doorway ?You are the Zealot, Cascabel of Ebonlore.? It was not a question but an announcement. Cascabel sighed loud enough that it was probably heard all the way to Norsca. One thing he had learned in this alliance of races, Dark Elves needed to learn some manners. He finished his business with the shop owner before turning to address the beautiful scantily clad Witch Elf. ?Your attitude would improve young woman, if your kind wore more clothing. What is it you want? She almost laughed out loud at his arrogance, instead she grinned and replied, ?The wishes of Khaine are beyond the grasp of mere mortals as you or I Zealot. Khaine himself has sent me in search of you. I wish to become a member of Ebonlore.? Cascabel scoffed. ?There have been many who wish to do just that young woman. As with all things, there are requirements.? Seeing the displeasure in her face he continued. ?Did you become a bride of Khaine simply by asking? I doubt it. Walk with me and I shall attempt to enlighten you in the ways to perfection.? ?Khaine? she said with enough venom that had it been one of her blades he surely would have perished. She followed him through the doorway into the city. He explained many things of and about Ebonlore. First and foremost in her mind, the commitment and honor of Ebonlore itself stuck with her throughout his ramblings. She knew why Khaine had sent her to Ebonlore. ?Those are the basics young woman. As with Khaine, we seek those that are worthy. There is a period of adjustment, a trial, or an apprenticeship, if you will. Just because you ask doesn?t mean you will be admitted.? Cascabel said as they drew close to the flight master. ?I am not afraid? she replied. ?Oh you will be. You will be? he said with a wide grin as he paid the flight master and mounted. ?We will speak again Witch Elf. The Lord of Chaos has plans for us all.? ?Humans!? was all she spat before asking the flight master for a mount to Avelorn.

We could always create a new group and label it Fan Club.

Motorboat!

After reading this, I must admit I have an empty 64 oz bottle of Lemon-Lime Gatorade AND a 20 oz bottle of A&W root beer. I threw away the Taco Bell cup last night!

Last night, Ebonlore led from the front and was able to bring together several of the top Destruction guilds to lock down Thunder Mountain and launch an all-out assault in Kadrin Valley. Using determination, coordination and strategy gained from past experience, we were able to stand victorious before it was all said and done. We look forward to future battles and are excited to see how this Open RvR system is panning out in the end game. Well done, Ebonlore. Do you have what it takes to step into the dark? http://www.ebonlore.org/forums/uploads/monthly_11_2008/post-13694-1227380787_thumb.jpg Triumph in Kadrin Valley