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The Tale Never Told
2002-11-12 23:50:15 - Furor Planedefiler
It had been a decade since the last Gatekeeper of the Four Kingdoms had been vanquished.
For ten years, Furor Planedefiler, the bastard son of the Radiant One, Guardian of the Kingdom of Fire, Destroyer of Worlds, had scoured the lesser Planes to gain entrance to the Realm of Flame. Only then could his vengeance be extracted. Only then could he take his rightful place as ruler of fire.
His search had left many of the lesser Gods and thousands of their minions dead - sent back to that which has no name to suffer in anguish for all eternity.
Finally, the path had appeared before him in a vision heralded by the Elders of Tranquility.
It would be through the Warlord, Rallos Zek, that Solusek Ro would meet Sanctuary.
The Planedefiler and his Legion of Chaos set out an assault upon Drunder, the Fortress of Zek. An assault of such magnitude that the mortal realms of Norrath heaved and shifted upon their axis.
Through a thousand and one of the servants of Zek did they battle. Leaving even the twins, Vallon and Tallon, mortally wounded upon the bloodied grounds of Drunder.
It was within the slave pits that the Planedefiler found his salvation. It was there that he learned that not even his sacred blade, Sanctuary, could pierce through the armor of the Warlord. It was there, among the inhumanity and rotting despair, that one among the slaves would bring forth the secret to destroy the Warlord.
The slave, cursed to eternal servitude to the Warlord, drew a dagger from his cloak and slowly trailed it along his forearm. Without a sound he plunged the dagger into his hand and from the wound flowed the blood of Zek. "Temper your weapons in Torment..." he whispered. He then handed the Planedefiler the final component. That which would put an end to the tyranny of Rallos Zek.
The Planedefiler held up the item for his Legions to see...
"WHAT IN THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT," he shouted!
What in the fuck indeed...
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