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This is the IC for Earthsea, The Rune of Ending. The link to the OOC is here: Earthsea, The Rune of Ending OOC

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''I'll paint the highway with your blood, In the morning light no one will recognize you"

General Magdinous strode down the long stone corridor followed by four royal guards of Holt. He turned and began to decend a long spiraling stairway that dipped low underneath the Holt tower fort. As he reatched the bottom, his tough boots squeltched against the earthen floor. He grabbed a torch from the wall holster and, with two guards leading, continued along the grimy, dank passageway. The passageway lead to another, and then another damp tunnle, each one slopped further down, each one more dark than befor.
The men walked for what seemed like 10 minuets in the earthern paths until at last they came to a dead end of solid metal bars, covered with a thick rust.

The men stopped and Magdinous stepped forward and extended the torch into the cell, peering intently for any sign of life. The flames flickered down here where the oxygen was minimal, throwing strange shadows around the caged room. Finaly the generals eyes stopped upon a hunched figure in the far corner. The light caught on the glints of two dark eyes for a moment befor a deep hood dropped over the prisoners face.

"Karrond Remie, if that is your name, you have been charged with the murder of 23 men, the shijacking of a ship and the unortharised use of magic. how do you pleed?"
The stooped man stayed silent for a moment then rose his head and looked deep into the Generals eyes, causing him to step back in shock.
"Not guilty," He spat.
The general regained his balance and replied.
"You are lieing you worless wreck! But if thats the case then in two days from now you will be tried by a court of men and, i hope, hanged for you brutal behavior." The general swaped his torch with a guard for a large dust book. He flicked through the pages for a few moments befor settleing somewhere in the middle. he began to trace over the page.
"Since you are a user of magic, a high ranking member of Roke must attened your court, and... i regret to say... since you have learned the art you are to be awarded one singal wish. But belive me scum, we are not held to complie!"

Karrond stood quickly and stepped towards the bar's, causing the troop to quickly retreat away.
"A wizzard must attened the court ey? Then my singal wish is that the wizzard in queastion goes by the name of Equinion."
The general was puzzeled by the sudden outburst, he looked to the four men in turn then back at karrond.
"I see no harm in that. Yes then, we will call for Equinion to attened. But belive me, whoever it is wont affect the outcome wretch! You there!" he turned to a guard. "Send a letter to Roke summoning Equinion."

He turned back to the prisoner.
"I shall see you in two days."
He twisted sharply and left.

From benithe the hood Karrond smiled.

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"Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while.
Heavan can wait were only watching the stars.
Hopeing for the best but expecting the worst,
are you gana drop the bomb or not?"

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Equinion opened his eyes at the sound of the knocking on his cell door. Every wizard, from the lowest prentice to the archmage himself had a simple stone cell with a sleeping pallet and they're personal belongings. This was the only private space one held on Roke.
"Enter" He said softly not troubled by his disturbance he had been meditating not sleeping anyway. In stepped a small novice of about twelve, his light hair fell over his eyes giving him the appearence of some strange little animal. Judgeing from his looks he came from the North Reach, and by his accent, the land of Ea.

"I know not to disturb you, master, but there is news from Hort Town that is part of your affairs." The novice said in a sweet high voice, almost like that of a girl. It was full of an innocence that Equinion had lost a long time ago, too long to bear remembering.
"You did not disturb me, now, what is this news that concerns me?"
"It's a letter, master, a letter from the Royal Guard of Hort Town." The boys voice still had a sense of wonder, clearly he had heard about the voyages that Equinion had sailed and the tales of dragons and adventures.
"Then hand me the letter, I have not been to Warhort in great time, this letter intrigues me to no end, I must say." He said and then the boy stretched out his hand with the creamy yellow envelope in it and Equinion took it.

He tore the top of the envelope open removing the paper inside, it read:

Mage Equinion, Son of Trode. You have been requested to attend the trail of one Karrond Remie, charged with the murder of 23 men, hijacking a ship and unauthorised use of magic by a non-certified mage of Roke. The trial will take place shortly after your recieving of this letter, on the last day of Soliace. Your attendence was also requested by the defendant as his right as a user of magic. Your placement in the trial...

Equinion had read it before, but that name. It struck a bell in his head, a chord that would not be silenced. He knew that name from somewhere. Where was a different matter, but he knew it all the same.
"What does it read master?" Equinion relised that the novice had been standing there the whole time unnoticed by him. Equinion give a small knowing grin.
"It reads, that I am to go on a journey, and I that I will need to packing, and that my boat needs stocking. And last, I know that there is a stronge young novice who would willing to do that. Am I correct?"


It was the day before the Trial, and equinion was approaching the jail house of Hort.

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''I'll paint the highway with your blood, In the morning light no one will recognize you"

Karrond crotched low in the shadows of his dark and filthy cell. Idaly he flicked a small smooth strond back and forth between his hands. The action continued for quite some time, and any watcher would have become mezmorized and hypnotised by the repeted movement along time ago. Suddenly, with the stone in flight he snatched out nand pulled it from the air. Bringing it close to his face he mummbled a few words.
"Arw aro Equinion emenn!" The small stones surface began to ripple and the image of the jail house appeared upon its serface. Into veiw stepped a man who quickly strode forward towards the high keep, the man carried a staff...
Karrond smiled to himself, sharp white teeth gileamed in the dull light.
As sudden as he had caught the pabble, he threw it across the cell, where it struck the far wall and bounced off.
"Kabat therru!" Karrond pointed at the stone which burst into flames and instantly became a chunk of smoldering rock that lit the cell with a sickly orange glow. The man stood and approtched the glowing rock, he extended his hand a chanted: "Ekavroe ai oelwanter kelub kebat seoge serrot arren!"
Instantly the scorthing pebble spluttered and changed shape, from its fiery surface, a silver hilt grew, followed by a long blade whitch angled out into a visiouse point. Within moments, the small stone had become a sharp and deadly sword that Karrond took up and admired. Quickly he thrust the sword deep into his long flowing robes and retook his place at the cells edge, waiting for the mage to arrive.

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"Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while.
Heavan can wait were only watching the stars.
Hopeing for the best but expecting the worst,
are you gana drop the bomb or not?"

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Equinion strood through the streets of Hort, the city was a rambling bright market, yet he could see cracks in the colourful facade. The poverty that had stricken Hort these past few years. The promblem was how the city had been run. Though there was a king on the throne in Havnor, Hort Town was split into different regients and districts each govererned by a different body. Some were led my merchants, others by lords, common folk, goverments, thieves, guards and pirates. The only consistant force was the Royal Guard, the men under the command of the King, these could overule the guards of the district rulers.

He had come to the jail house of the Royal Guard. The tall building was built of a grey stone very much out of place in hort. He pushed open the heavy wooden doors into the high vaulted enterance.
"I have come from Roke, I am the wizard Equinion. I have come to meet the man who is to be trialed before me. Karrond Remie?"

The bald man sitting at the desk on the raised an eyebrow to Equinion.
"Not many wizards don't meet with those who abuse the magic which you live by."
"Well I am not every other wizard. And I would like to see tis Karrond."
The man sighed and stood drawing a ring of keys from his belt. "This way then sir."

He was led along a dark corridor, deep into the earth, he could smell the earthen walls and floor. The deep aroma filled his lungs with it's pontent sensatation.
"This is it." The man said as they drew close to rusty set of bars, he went to hand Equinion the flaming torch.
"It is not nessicery, I can make my own light." The man left him alone, turning back down the corridor.
"Immeni(light-couldn't find a word)" A blueish white were-light spung from the end of his staff. He approached the bars. "Karrond Remie, I have come."

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''I'll paint the highway with your blood, In the morning light no one will recognize you"

Karrond heard the loude clang of the prisons steel door long befor the wizard arrived at his cell. The tunnles were so long and deep within the earth that nothing could be heard past that hellish gate up into the tower keep above.

Two figure emerged out from the gloom and approtched the bars, one was clearly the clerk from up top, but the other...
"At last..." Karrond sighed.
"It is not nessicery, I can make my own light." The taller figure said and the bald clerk turned and retraced his steps back along the damp labrynth.
"Immeni! Karrond Remie, I have come." The man stepped forward casting the spell of light, but befor his staff had even began to glow Karrond had leapt up and cast one of his own.
"Shardrk!" (Darkness, couldnt find a word!) His whole body became submerged in a clock of shadows that blocked the light from revealing his face.
He bowed deep befor the wizard then steeped forward. "Emenn!" The cell bars twisted and bent apart, creating a gap big enough to walk through whick Karrond did. He looked deep into the mans eyes for several moments, searching for the hidden truth. When he came to a conclusion it was this:
Yes... my master has made the correct choice...

"Lord Equinion, at this point in time, my identity is not needed so do not ask who i am and how i came to be. I have a message for you of dire importance from my master, but i fear that prohapse we are already too late."
Karrond dropped to his knees and produced a crumpled envolope from within his shrouds, it was addressed: Equinion, the fate of Earthsea is at stake

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"Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while.
Heavan can wait were only watching the stars.
Hopeing for the best but expecting the worst,
are you gana drop the bomb or not?"

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Equinion, the fate of Earthsea is at stake

'I pray that this letter reaches you before it is too late, the fate of all depends upon it. In the time before yours, a great darkness threatened the land, Cob. He sought to bring about the end of all, to destroy the balance between life and death and to break the Equilibrium, the sacred balance between magic and life that we wizards honor.

Cob was killed, in the end and his magic destroyed once and for all. But in this great deed there came a great loss, the archmage of Roke, Ged, died closing the spell. Those times were were dark indeed, yet what you face now will be far worse...

Equinion stopped reading and looked up, staring into the eyes of Karrond, seeing if this was all a joke. Mind you after seeing that display of magic, that was highly unlikely. Wizards didn't use magic like that unless something was important. ((Luke take the hint, moderate the use of your magic)) They gave away nothing, so he kept reading.

... The date you recieve this is that of 24th of June, if you wish to prevent this terrible fate from befalling Earthsea then you must travel to the Tombs of Atuan by the 29th. 1 day before the Soliace.

The tombs must be sealed, you must close the 13 stones. Do not let them escape, they cannot escape. If even one of the tombs is broken, then we will all be doomed. For in those acccursed stones there lies trapped the oldest of the old. Older than Segoy himself, the Nameless Ones. Those stones are prisons that Segoy built to house the 13 most powerful and dark of the Nameless. And on the Day before the Soliace, they will escape.

But who am to tell you this? I am the one who fell battleing Cob, I am Ged. I sent by apprentice to you though the mountain of time to warn you. I've seen what is to come, my own death, the Darkness and ruin that will happen if you cannot seal the stones. Equinion, you are the last hope. Travel to the tombs, and close them. Forever.

Death shall not silence me,

Ged

Equinion lowered the letter, his hand shaking slightly. He had just read the last commands of Ged, the greatest of all wizards. Even greater than Erreth-Akbe or Morred.
"Karrond, have you read this?" he asked his voice still awe struck, but something made him look back at the letter again. 'you must travel to the Tombs of Atuan by the 29th'
But it was the 29th Today. The letter must have been delayed due to Karrond's time in prison!
"Karrond, there is little time, quickly we must leave!"

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''I'll paint the highway with your blood, In the morning light no one will recognize you"

"No lord Equinion, i have not read the instructions given to you by my former master. My instructions were clear, deliver you the note and assist you in any way, shape or form, until death or i am released from your service."
Karrond stood and clicked his fingers, the cloak of shadows instantly vanished and Karrond pulled back his hood to reveal his dark and gaunt face.
"Master, i am weak. It took the last of Ged's powers to send me back to this time and most of mine in reatching you. Whatever task has befallen you lord, i do prey that we retreave geds gift to me. His staff.... From what i know they sealed it atop this very tower the day i was inprisoned, Please i beg that we first take back the staff so that i can regain atleast some small power."

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"Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while.
Heavan can wait were only watching the stars.
Hopeing for the best but expecting the worst,
are you gana drop the bomb or not?"

please click here:

Cerise pulled her dark cloak tighter around her shoulders, making sure the hood concealed her face in shadow, as she weaved her way through the market place of Hort Town. It was midday and staying hidden was completely out of the question; but remaining unnoticed and uninteresting to anyone and everyone, was still possible.

Again, Cerise tugged at the heavy wool to make sure her face could not be seen. Call it fear. Call it paranoia. Cerise would not deny either. The scars on her tanned face would certainly raise eyebrows. And the tattoos on her arms would land her on the executioner's block in a heart beat... if she were lucky.

Cerise slipped around the corner of a small building, the paint chipping away at it's once gleaming exterior. The town of Hort had probably seen better days, but to a woman who had been on the slave plantations nearly all her life, Hort was magnificent. In fact, if Cerise weren't so damned afraid of drawing attention to herself, she'd let her jaw drop and just stare in wonder at all of the buildings, merchants, and travelers.

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Spoiler

i drop

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