The Search for the Lillith Stone

[Therin]

Damion hefted the weapon. It had been long since he had last held it, but it was familiar to him nonetheless. It was his old scythesword, the only one known on the western continent. Its blade shone with an almost sentient hunger. If you were to take a katana and flip the blade around backwards, shorten it a bit, and shrink the hilt to hand-and-a-half instead of two-handed, you might be able to envision something of the vicious, raging brutality represented by a scythesword. An unorthodox tool of battle designed to win a fight as much through fear and mental games as anything else. A master of the scythesword never uses a shield. He doesn't need it. The sword is his only armor. A good scytheswordsman exudes an almost palpable aura of barely contained fury. The true armor of the scythesword is fear itself. A weak enemy is terrified into paralysis, while a strong one is almost unable to attack for fear of the violent retribution lurking just beneath the surface of a swordsman's calm exterior. Damion stood on an empty wharf in Gon, and stared sightlessly into the sunrise. His thoughts were awash with memories, memories of fire, and of twisted man-beasts. The slaughter of Mayra. Dantrel Rayne and his counterpart, the demonic Azurel...

"Sir!" said a panting voice behind him.
"You have news?" said the great mage, speaking through his son's mouth.
"Yes sir!" said the spy, and proceeded to tell of increasing sightings around the world, of batlike, reptilian wings, of a sword that would cut even the air...of the Void...

"You're dismissed. I must think."
"Yes sir."
Lews Therin retreated to the rear of the mind he shared, and told Damion to reaqquaint himself fully with his old weapon. He would need it soon...

[Tobias]

It was then that a flash of irridesent light tore through the sky, and Tobias lay decending from the sky, landing on the ground on one knee. Standing up, he looks around, observing the background and scenery: "Well...that was most certainly odd..." Tobias peered at the winged one, who carried the scythesword.

Walking up to the mage, he nodded: "Damion."

[Sperrit]

Sperrit came up over the lip of the hill behind Tobias. He smiled.
"Long time no see, Damion. I'm glad to see you're doing alright. What's going on, exactly? I was apparently in some kind of illusion for a moment, and now I find myself here. Is there some trouble? Can I help?"

[Tobias]

Tobias nods towards the mage prodigy: "Ya...whats goin on...and why the hell was i subjected to that torturous test?"

Tobias walks over to Damion

[Therin]

OOC: I apologize, for I should have made this clear at the beginning. Damion = Wingless. After the trial of Raven's Revenge, he loses his wings, and Lews Therin once again inhabits his mind.

BIC:
Lews Therin stuck the sword clumsily in the ground and turned to face his new allies.

"Sperrit, you were there to see my loss of face in the Airogaige. Tobias, you, unfortunately, were not, but Sperrit can fill you in. After those tragic events, the stone that caused it all, which I have now named The Lillith Stone, dissappeared. Our quest now is to find it and shelter it from unknowing or evil hands at all costs. You have seen what it did to me, Sperrit, and I have a very well-trained mind, if I do say so myself. Fighting that thing was like trying to swat a fly the size of Norwind with a swatter as big as my thumb. I do not know how we will contain it, but I will build a house around it and live there to protect it if I have to. The danger of doing otherwise is too great. I need the two of you to help me fight off the people who are undoubtedly searching for it already. We leave for Axehead as soon as we are all prepared. This includes the conclusion of my test that you passed.
That, since I'm on the subject and you have asked for an explanation, was to make sure you would be able to do what needed to be done, should the situation arise. If I just took a gang of inexperienced warriors, the quest would undoubtedly fail. I need people such as yourselves, who know battle inside and out, and who are capable of making the snap decision with full clarity of mind. Again, I applaud your courage, the both of you."

"Later," said Damion, smiling as he retrieved and hefted the scythesword, "I would like to spar with one of you, once I've finished getting used to this thing again." Then he walked back out on the pier, took up his fighting stance, and began a rigorous practice routine, leaving Sperrit and Tobias to do as they wished to kill time.

[Tobias]

Tobias put his hands in his pockets, and lays back: "So sperrit...mind filling me in while we wait?"

[Sperrit]

Sperrit chuckled ironically.
"Let's just say that this stone... is bad, bad news. Imagine something that can turn even the most well-trained mage into a simple puppet with nothing but a desire for carnage, something that can take a simple warrior and turn him into a crazed monster. We never did figure out what it's purpose was, or what it wanted...."

[Tobias]

Tobias looked confused, and shrugs: "Well, it was put here for something, obviously...so why exactly are we searching for it?"

[Sperrit]

Sperrit grinned.
"Obviously, we've got to stop it from falling into the wrong hands or corrupting yet another good soul. After the first encounter I think we'll be a little more immune to it's more... unpleasent effects."

[Tobias]

Tobias then looks at Sperrit: "I dunno...ive never been close to the thing before...will it make me go crazy in the head?"