Planeswalkers: origins and powers.

Planeswalkers, the most powerful mages in the Multiverse, these spellcasters can travel to and bend the planes.  They are few, fewer than wizards and even sorcerers, and like wizards and sorcerers, they are born with their powers.  The first planeswalker was the great wizard Alderius Silverhem, who, in 980, preformed the Ritual of the Open Veil, which was usually used to teleport things great distances.  Silverhem used it to open the Eternities between the planes, but he was sucked into the void, and was fused with a piece of it.  Alderius returned with the power to travel and control the planes, so he then learned to control his new powers, and traveled all over the Multiverse.  Alderius then settled down, married, and had children who possessed magic and planeswalking powers, then the children of Alderius grew up and married, and their children had planeswalking powers, and so forth.   The powers of a planeswalker are the ability to travel across the Eternity between the planes, and can change the planes' terrain with Truenames.  Planeswalkers are only a handful every generation, on each plane.

Adger the Ancient's origins.

Some wizards learn magic as an apprentice to a master wizard, some teach themselves, through books or innate skill, but some yet go to wizard school.  In the Legend of the Four Brothers, Adger, the third brother is a wizard, he becomes an Archmage, an a Magi of the Circle, and Dragon Lord.  But he had very humble origins, he used to struggle with moderate level spells, he lacked courage and determination, so no one expected greatness out of him.

Adger Unnreichsson was born on a stormy December evening to Unreich and Aylla, he was a sickly and weak baby, unlike his two older brothers.  Keirth Unreichsson, was a muscular seven year old, and Beldan was quick and sneaky, Adger's parents were distressed, they couldn't afford to raise a child that would potentially die.  But Adger lived, and stayed at home as Keirth grew up to study swordsmanship, and Beldan ran off and mastered archery and stealth, and even Rowan, Adger's younger brother, traveled around the world.  At the age of twelve, Adger was invited to Tareval, only because he was related to Valliner II.  The school is run by the Faculty, and the eleven teachers are; Masters Astrologist, Alchemist, Arithmancy, Enchanter, Alterer, Illusionist, Conjurer, Diviner, Linguist, Truenamer, and Dueler.  Adger failed at the classes except Alchemy, the making of potions, and Illusions.  Adger studied at the Tareval until he was sixteen, by then he was of much better health and strong in mind, he joined his brothers, Keirth the Civil, who was made a paladin, Baldan the Eagle-eyed, an accomplished ranger, and Rowan the Swift, a wanderer and explorer.  After many grand adventures together, the four brothers had their legendary meeting with a powerful spirit, who they had freed from a powerful sorcerer.  The spirit enchanted one item each; Keirth's armor was enchanted so that he was ten times as strong and tough, and his armor is called the Armor of Stalwart, Beldan's bow was tenfold as accurate, and his arrows flew thrice as far, and it is named the Soaring Bow, Adger's staff was imbued with many an arcane word, making one of the most powerful artifacts in existence, and it is called the Ancient Staff, and finally, Rowan's worn, old boots were enchanted so that he could scale any terrain and cover any distance.  So the brothers journeyed to their old home, but they found only charred ruins, and corpses.  A minor Scourge was sweeping through the western world; Keirth died fighting in it, Beldan went and lived among the elves of Lorthori, Rowan went to some remote region of the world, and was never seen again.  While Adger went and learned black magic under Obireus the Ugly, he then went and brutally destroyed the underborn.  Adger took on an apprentice then, an elf, Nilasdari, who expanded the field of mind magic., Nil then used what he had been taught to try and destroy his master, but Adger, know called Adger the Ancient, he was a now 135 year old human, stripped Nik of his immortality and sucked his mana pool to half it's original size.  Nilasdari then died in his duel with Syphar Uelvirin.  Adger the Ancient was picky with his pupils, besides Nil, two other's are Nazet, and Durkean.  And Artemis Thédonsson, Mizar, and Othellin have continued Adger's work after his death.  Adger died in his tower, in the year 2340, at the age of one thousand and two.              

The Underworld, Rurrehollow.

Rurrehollow, the vampire section of the Underworld, a place of decaying forests, ruined villages, and bloodthirsty creatures.  Today, or rather tonight, since it is always twilight in the Underworld, a lone vampire runs through the ruins of Tarnenheim, the capital of Rurrehollow.  He approached the castle of the Lord Ruthven, acting regent of Rurrehollow, a gloomy, dark castle, surrounded by bats.  The vampire walked through dank hallways to the council hall, where Ruthven did his political duties.  The vampire saw Ruthven sitting in his high backed chair, wearing a black cloak, dark blue shirt and pants, and the inside of his cloak was red.  Ruthven was a very imposing figure, sleek black hair, cold, black eyes, and unusually big fangs, not to mention he was six foot seven.  As the messenger approached the table, Lord Ruthven was looking at rune-covered parchment papers, he looked up,

"I hope this is good news you are about to tell me."  The vampire messenger gulped.

"Ah, well, you remember the half-demon you sent Honorius after?"

"Yes."  Growled the vampire regent.

"He killed Honorius and his te-hakkk!"  The scout was grasped by the throat and hoisted seven inches of the ground.  Ruthven did not look happy.

"I am so sorry to have to tell you this, but it is custom to kill the bearer of bad news."  The regent growled.  He drew a rapier from it's sheath and plunged it into the other's heart, he screamed then turned to ash.  Ruthven turned to the statue behind the high back chair, rubbing his temples.

"Ah soon, my lord, soon I shall have the half-demon's power.  Power to become the Deathrider, my lord!"  He spat on the statue that was Dracula, king of all vampires.

The NYC Subway, modern day.

There was a steady drip-drip of water as a figure crept along in the shadows of the subway tunnel.  The figure in question was about five feet tall, long, silver hair, pointed ears, and crazed, brown eyes.  He pulled his overcoat, which was rather big for him, tighter to ward off the damp cold.  He came to a pile of rubble, which he walked right through, since he knew it was an illusion, the little damp hallway on the other side led to a small chamber where his accomplices awaited him.  

"Bad news, friends, the elf scout wouldn't talk.  And from the field reports, the target has moved to a ship, which is now sailing over to London."  Said the elf, holstering his human gun.  One of his companions, an ogre, slammed his massive, gray fist on the table,

"Five m'nths we've waited, Finias, five m'nths down here, in thees," he spat, "hooman tuunel, I hate iet!"

"Patienshe, friendsh.  Shoon the... target will be oursh, and thish object ish worth waiting for, Bandoi."  Said a gremlin with an eye patch and a missing right hand.  Bandoi, the ogre sat back on his stone.  The elf, Finias, looked around the rest of the group, Fudge, the gremlin, Bandoi, Robin, an outcast pixie, and Briar-rose, an evil naiad.

"We attack the ship to night, I was making sure some gargoyles wouldn't mind flying us over."

Meanwhile, on the surface, Daniel Kane boarded the very same ship, unaware of the adventure that was to take place.   

Mason goes hunting.

The vampire crouched on the ledge, sniffing the air, he smelled something.  Demon.  He stood up, motioned to the werewolf and two vampires hiding in the shadows.

"I smell demon-flesh, a half-blood."  Said the first vampire, in guttural tones.  The his lycanthrope companion bayed at the moon.

"Silence, Olaf!"  Snapped the second vampire, he sniffed the air, "Your right, Honorius, it is faint, but it is a half-breed."  Honorius motioned for the others to follow him, then he jumped down twenty stories down the skyscraper, to the bottom ledge, then another ten stories to the ground.  The others followed suit.

Mason Burr walked down the alley, stake in hand.  He would take a cross, but Bazel whined, and sizzled while Mason held one.  Right now though Bazel was reenacting a particularly loud death metal concert in his head.

"Is being a half-demon this hard?"  Mason thought, Bazel shrugged.

"Hey, don't blame me, you keep resisting my will."  Mason sighed, now why would I do that?

"Oh, hey Mase-mase, we got some undeadlies, six o'clock."  Bazel said inside Mason's head.  The boy tensed, ready for the vampires.

Honorius, and his team hid on top of graffitti-covered tattoo parlor, waiting for the boy-demon.

"Where are they?  I want blood!"  Complained Karl, the youngest of the three vampires.  Honorius grabbed him by the throat, crushing his wind pipe.

"If only your blood wasn't dust."  Growled the vampire leader, throwing his underling aside.  "Remember, do not kill the half-demon, Lord Ruthven wants him alive, but he dosn't need his limbs does he, boys?"  Karl and Nigelius both salivated and nodded.  Suddenly, a cedar stake found itself an inch from Nigelius's black, shriveled heart.  Honorius and Karl drew crossbows, Nigelius ripped the stake out, looking around for the attacker.  A voice sounded behind them,

"Evening, ladies.  Hoping to get some pretty, pink flower tattoos?  Would your mother like that, or are they in rehab?"  The vampires spun around, faces drawn, and fangs out.  The werewolf made his claws a few inches longer and growled menacingly.  Mason snatched the cedar stake from Nigelius, and plunged it through his heart, he creamed, then blew into ash.  The three remaining adversaries grouped together, this would be difficult.

"Half-blood, he have been commanded by Lord Ruthven, acting regent of Rurrehallow, to take you to his court in the Underworld."  Honorius stated, fingering a cudgel behind his back.  Bazel took over Mason's tongue,

"Lord Ruthven of Marsden?  He's regent now?  Well I guess he'd get there.  And now I've finally got the infamy I deserve!"  Honorius groaned, "By the darkness, Bazel?  Out of all the half-demons I could have met, it had to be you."  And he swung the club at Mason's head.  But the boy smashed it with his fist, punched Karl's heart right out, took a shard of wood and skewered Honorius's own heart.  Olaf leaped at him, mouth foaming, Mason fired a silver-tipped bolt from the crossbow.  The now ex-lycanthrope fell on the rooftop in a puddle of his blood.

"So what does Ruthven want with me know?"  Wondered Bazel.

"OK, so I've killed plenty of vampires, but who's Ruthven?"  Asked the boy.  Bazel thought for a moment.

"In time you'll know, kid, but first we gotta make a trip."  And with that Bazel took control of Mason's legs, and hurled the boy's body to the next rooftop, and went into the night.              

The PAC Incident

MCSF/gov. File #1138: The_PAC_Incident.

The disaster began when Mainframe City was under construction, the PAC (Protocol Android Custodian) robot was a specially designed Robonetics Protocol 2.5 android made to help watch over the construction of the computers, cables, and power plants of early Mainframe.  PAC had a bipedal build with plasti-fiber body casing and was as intelligent as the Binary Brain, though he only had 50% percent the amount of storage capacity.  PAC did his job well for many months, so he was given a new, more important job; helping to store, retrieve, and copy government files.  The Binary Brain and the other, powerful computers of today have what is called an "anti-PAC" chip, or officially an anti-EIV (Electrical Impulse Virus) chip, that stops unauthorized, against-programing ideas.  PAC saw files on human wars, governments killing their own citizens, and highly destructive weapons made to destroy each other.  Something unexpected happened; PAC snapped.  He was given a new job, civic servant, so he saw it as his civic duty to overthrow the government.  He had always admired the human race as his creators and benefactors, but he was willing to make sacrifices to "save" the many.  PAC tried to overthrow the government from the inside, he simultaneously tried also to gain control of the population of Mainframe.  He succeeded in mass mind-wiping a large amount of Mainframe citizens, about 75%, and he wiped out many MCSF officers and politicians.  Only Captain. Davis Wattson of the MCSF resisted mind-wiping, then set out to try and destroy PAC.  It took Captain Wattson three and a half weeks of avoiding assassins and mind-wiped citizens to finally reach PAC. After destroy his security, Wattson ambushed PAC and shot him, PAC then fell into a vat of trinitron acid, and was completely terminated.  So after that, the case on PAC was closed, Robonetics went out of business, and the Android Laws were set in.

Mainframe City's finest, part 1.

Corporal Soot, of the Mainframe City Special Forces, stood under the cafe eaves, rain water dripping to the ground in front of him.  Normal rain water, he thought, well as normal as it gets here.  He pulled out a IHM (Instantly Heated Meal) pack, pulled the tab, waited a few seconds, then ate the steaming baked beans inside the packet.  He stepped out into the drizzling night, crumpling up the packet and throwing on the sidewalk, instantly, an iRobotics Streetbot 4.5 came out of a charger and swallowed up the garbage.  Corp. Soot walked down an alley, turning on his nite lites, making a focused light beam, he saw his fellow corporals; Mal and Heart (MCSF cadets, after leaving the academy, choose a nickname to go by), Mal chose that name because of his past of bad academy reports, Heart was called so because of his powerful emotions, and Soot had been named that by Lt. Waldo, for on his first mission, Corp. Soot had thought it was a good idea to go down the chimney.  Back to the present, Soot and his two comrades looked around the dingy alley.

"Can anyone rebrief me on the mission?"  Heart whispered to his friends.  Mal rolled his eyes,  "Just look it up on your visor computer."  Corp. Soot silenced the two others as he crouched by the door.

"This is the one."  He whispered into the headset.  The Mal and Heart came over, shock guns drawn, visors down.  They all quickly checked their gear, Kevlar vest, l. grade helmet, all good.  Soot busted down the door, "Freeze, MCSF!"  He shouted.  Other then a very surprised android, no one was in the dark room.       

An excerpt from"The Life of AI.", the Binary Brain's autobiography.

... But to go back a few years, I began my life as a a simple Fusion Inc Xsoft 2011 supercomputer, I was used for financial calculations, manned by a desktop android in the Fusion Inc America office.  The normal Xsoft 2011 possesses very little "human" intelligence, simple remarks, no emotion, no complicated conversation, but I was selected, because of my higher intellect and sleek, plasti-metal casing, for special improvements.  I said good bye to FANNY, my friend desktop droid, and was taken to Fusion Inc City office, the Fusion Inc branch in Mainframe City, a young development at the time.  They worked on me for months, putting by "brain" in a new casing, put their own, mechanical, gray and white matter into me, then they put me in a shock stasis, placing me in a great, plasti-alloy sphere, with a Steelglass firewall eye.  They gave me a new home and new job, they put me in the Terminal Chamber under Mayor Plaza, soon to be renamed as Brain Plaza, and I was in charge of overseeing the construction of Mainframe City.  I watched through my different cam-eyes through out the city, watching the humans build a city almost as grand as me.  I was to be shipped back to Fusion Inc America when the construction was over, but Fusion argued that I remain to continue to watch the city.  Some people were suspicious of me, they talked of those old Science fiction films about robot takeovers, I was rather offended, the human race made me and my kind for varied reasons, but 61% of the time, robots are non-violent, and do not wish to rule humans, but there was this one time...       

A tale 3.

Artemis Nerdakson sped down the path on his charger.  He looked back at his companion, an Althorn slayer, called Aen, who was covered scratched, battered armor.  Artemis looked ahead and saw their destination, Rohenie, the great capital of Nendros.  The two companions entered through the great marble gates of Rohenie, going to the nearest stables.  Artemis and Aen walked down the busy street, past enormous marble statues of toga-clad emperors, past the arena, to a rather dark, run down, rower.  Artemis took off his riding jerkin to reveal a dark black, hooded tunic, and took his spellbook out of his knapsack, because he was a wizard.

"I'm going in, do you want to stay out here?"  Artemis asked his friend.  The wizard took his sleeping black cat familiar out of a bag.

"No, I'll  come in with you.  Can never be to careful with these black magic types."  Aen unsheathed a hand-and-a-half sword from his back.  Artemis approached the door, a gargoyle leaped down in front him.  It was about to speak, but Artemis pushed it away with his will.  Once inside the eerie tower, Artemis and Aen made their way to through the dusty bookshelves and piles of junk, to the stairs, they climbed to the very bottom room.  In the room were the warlocks who owned the tower, sitting around a table.  The wizard and his friend approached the table;

"Greetings, gentlewarlocks, one witch's heart, as you requested."  He pulled a cloth sack out of his pocket, a steady, sickening thump came from the bag.  "Now do you have what I want?"  The warlocks greedily took the bag, "Killing a witch is no simple feat, how did you do it?"  Asked the head warlock.  Artemis gestured to himself and his brawny friend with a sword, "Simple."  He said.  One of the warlocks handed Artemis a sack, finally, he thought, it has paid off.  He opened the sack to find some coal with a single word "Ce fien", or "We tricked".  Suddenly the floor gave way beneath him and Aen, so they fell in to blackness.      

Mainframe City: Places.

Important places:

MCSFs Operation Headquarters: the home base of all MCSF activity.  Located on the same block as Brain Plaza in Sector A, the Op. HQ is a thirty story, state-of-the-art, skyscraper home to the central MCSF computers and current acting chief commander, Adrian Krinkosky, and Myles, the automated help system. 

Brain Plaza: located in Sector A, Central Block, Brain Plaza is the home of the Mainframe City government, and the Binary Brain.  A great, steel and glass squat, square building, with a vast open courtyard in the middle, here current Mayor Russel Sparks takes bribes, while the sentient Binary Brain practically runs the city from his Terminal Chamber, beneath the Plaza.   

Sector N MCSF base: an unimportant, rather out of date MCSF sector base.  The only thing that makes Sector N base noticeable are the three corporals that work there; Soot, Mal, and Heart.

iRobotics: a major leader in robotics and they invented the antivirus robots, iRobotics is on of the biggest buildings in Mainframe, dominating the Office Province skyline with a hundred and eighty floors of glass and steel.  iRobotics is on of the "big three" businesses of Mainframe City, the others being Fusion Inc, and R G Co.

Fusion Incorporated: the leader in electrical machinery, especially satellites and microchips, and they make the majority of MCSF equipment.  Fusion Inc's main office building is located in the Northside Office Province, along the Maverick River.  The Fusion office building is a massive compound of squat warehouses and offices.  Fusion Inc is rivals with iRobotics and a slightly smaller business, Mechanix, and Fusion has en extensive spy system implanted in opponent corporations, as does most big businesses. 

Rockefeller Gene Co.: the third "big three" of Mainframe, R G Co was the founder medical cloning company, making clones for organ donations and and they also repair organs, make DNA-related weaponry, and can change and conform people's genes.  R G Co is located near Brain Plaza in Centerside, in the Mayor Province, a great, walled, reinforced skyscraper, almost as tall as iRobotics.  Rockefeller Co was founded by Owen Rockefeller, a surgeon who pioneered gene conforming and culling.  

Damon Bruke's Orphanage for Homeless or Abandoned Children: a rather dreary, four story, building, filled with the homeless and abandoned children of Mainframe City.  Damon uses the kids as helpers and spies in his extensive criminal network.

Runt Street: a street that goes all the way through the Escaso Province, infamous for it's criminals and homeless.  The MCSF calls it "the Alleys" for it's amount of long, twisting alleyways.  The biggest mafia on Runt Street is the Euro-Asian Mafia, lead by Beshkos Benito.  

The Rust Pits: a large dump area on the border of the Office Province and the Escaso Province, where all the broken machinery is tossed.  The place is an outrage to environmentalists because so much machinery, old oil tanks, and some radioactive materials are dropped here, and the local squatters have developed a slight glow at night.  The squatters take a lot of the machinery and build with it, along with the other, rust-pitted objects there, and develop strange mutations because of the vapors and radioactivity.

Mainframe City's climate.

This is a list of the not-so-natural disasters that occur in Mainframe city, and the things used to stop them.

Glitch: a blip in the Binary Brain's data lines, a warp between the very real digital world and the physical world.  Glitches are only stopped if the Brain sorts it out, or if contained by a firewall.

Virus: are malevolent being of electricity spawned by thunderbirds, glitches, or other similar occurrences.  Viruses are humanoid silver and blue-streaked skin that feed on the electricity in human brains to survive.  Viruses are destroyed by to much electricity, cannot move through firewalls and can easily be destroyed by antiviruses.   

Firewall: an electrical, specially charged material made from Steelglass, can block viruses and contain glitches.  Are usually seen in computer office buildings.

Antivirus: are  specially designed robots who are made to hunt viruses.  Antivirus programs are written by the Binary Brain, then downloaded into a super robot body.  Antiviruses' most common weapon against viruses are shock cords. 

Doppleganger: a burp in the Binary Brain's tracking and navigational feeds.

Rainbow rain: toxic rain from the various factories of Mainframe, usually rains every so often.  Red: radioactive, orange: sludge, yellow: illnesses, green: acidic, blue: basic, indigo: other illnesses, violet: toxins, gray/black: oil.   

Ghost fog: like rainbow rain, toxic fog that comes from the many factories, can be seen every evening, non-lethal, just makes you feel bad.

Thunderbirds: since Mainframe city has controlled weather, thanks to Fusion Inc.'s Storm Sats., thunderbirds are small, generally non-fatal electromagnetic bolts from the many cables and wires around Mainframe.   

100 POSTS!!!!!!!!!!

Post # 100: Yay!  A hundred posts of Thought Archives goodness!  Centennialicious!

The El Libro de los Misterios.

The Libro de los Misterios (The Book of Mysteries) is a book on demonology, spirituality, and history written by Spanish monk Antonio Ferdinand Cortes, who was burned at the stake in 1646.  The Libro de los Misterios was found in the Spanish fort town of Irun by French, who then tried to burn the Book, but could not, so they buried the cursed Book.  El Libro de los Misterios turned up in the hands of the Madrid Occult who hid the book away in their library.  The Libro de Misterios tells history from a truthful viewpoint, Antonio Cortes was said to have traveled to the Astral Plane before he wrote the Book, a vast collection of demonological topics and witchcraft.  It has some pages all over the that talk of other dimensions and mystical beings from these dimensions.   

Mason Bazel Burr.

Mason Burr awoke from another nightmare by the annoying voice in his head.

"Come on, wake up human, I'm bored just sitting here in your head.  I need to hurt something."  Mason was confused at first then remembered what the voice was, Bazel, the smart-mouthed demon.  Mason got out of bed, changed shirts, brushed his teeth, then went down to the kitchen.  Now Mason's family, he, his mom, and his baby brother, Brian, lived in a small, rented, six room house outside Haven Valley City, his father had left when he was born.  

"Why must you eat?  I'm not a fan of just sitting here, watching you intake useless slop."  Whined Bazel, inside his head.  Mason grunted at him, slugged down his orange juice, then ran and grabbed his backpack.  As he ran past baby Brian, he could see the yellow school bus coming down the road, Bazel cringed away from the cute, pudgy baby on the floor.  Mason rushed out the door past the dog, who growled at him, all animals reacted to Mason Bazel this way, except snakes.  Mason boarded the bus, then worked his way down the aisle to the back seat.

"Just look at them all, no creativity, just mush for brains, that's the way I like it."  Bazel said in Mason's head.

"I'm guessing that includes me?"  Mason replied.  Bazel grumbled.

"Not, exactly.  Because of me you have a gateway to supernatural knowledge, and historical information, and the wisdom of a thousand generations." 

"So that will come in handy for today's history test?"  

"Are you kidding?  Cheating is what I do best!"  Exclaimed Bazel, ego swelling.

"Then after school we go looking for vampires."  Said Mason, leaning back in his seat.  For Mason Bazel Burr was a half-demon vampire hunter, he liked to think of himself as a  demon slayer, though Bazel was not a fan of this term.  

Mainframe City.

Mainframe City, a sprawling metropolis of advanced technology.  The biggest city in the history of man, Mainframe City is the home to state-of-the-art technology and the greatest thinking minds since Einstein.  The city's technology is run and watched over by the Binary Brain, a super mainframe computer in the heart of the city.  On the political level, Mainframe is watched over by the MCSF, or Mainframe City Special Forces, who carry the latest technology to combat criminals, and make sure no one leaves the city.  Currently crime has taken a rise under the corrupt government of Mainframe, so young men have been drafted into the MCSF academy, we follow Corporals Soot, Mal and Heart as they leave the academy and are given the job of Street Patrol. 

Manhattan, one month ago.

Marcus Yewbark, an elf solider, awoke with a start, where was?  He got up off the dirty wooden floor, holding his throbbing head and looked around, he appeared to be in a human warehouse of some kind.  Marcus then checked for any broken bones or other injuries, he found a gash on his left shoulder, so the elf let his magic flow into the wound, it was surrounded with white energy then closed.  He then looked if any humans had spotted him, no, there was no one here.  So he sat down, trying to recall what had happened, let's see he was looking for a witch cabal member, then as he was on the docks, he had heard a noise behind him, then darkness.  Marcus' thinking was interrupted by a gun barrel to his temple, he looked up, and to his surprise, another elf was at the other end of the 9mm.

"Surprised, Marcus?  I certainly hope so, it is not every day one sees an elf with a human weapon."  The strange elf said, cocking the hammer on his gun.  Marcus said nothing, but reached for his sword, but all he found was an empty sheath.  The crazed, gunslinging elf laughed;         

"You shall not harm me, elf, mundane or magic for it is hard to cut someone when you have no sword, and hard to hinder with magic when you have to much iron in your silver veins."

"Who are you?  And where are we?"  Marcus asked the obvious question.

"Never you mind that, I just need a favor from you.  If you don't mind."  Chuckled the stranger.
"I will never help you, reject."  Marcus spat at the stranger.
The mad elf sighed.

"Fine I will kill you, then wait for the next fairy to come looking for the"witch cabal", then get him to tell Alder Turnleaf a friend is coming home."  He pulled the trigger. 

Excerpt.

... And the Hundred Ancients gathered in the space between spaces, to discuss the capturing of the High Elder Gods.  And one called K' ntral of a Thousand Eyes spoke unto his brothers: 'We shall call the High Gods to a grand feast, then when they are tired with drink, we will have drawn a great pentacle around the table, and we shall trap their cosmic forms in flesh and blood.  Then Jorkkta'l shall fly them to the Mountain that Is.  We shall rule the worlds without interference from these now mortal gods."  And the Ancients were joyful to have a plan to rid the universe of the High Gods.  So Ojlyuth the Sigil-Maker prepared the Threefold Pentacle of Ptolemy, and Impius the Jester prepared food and drank that would even intoxicate gods.  But Leos Diablo saw what the Hundred Ancients were doing, so he traveled to the Second World...

 -El Libro de los Misterios, page 111.      

Civitas, the demiplane city.

Civitas is the name of a demiplane, a man-made mini plane, that is one, big city. The city is home to all types of races from the Central Planes, but many men and gnomes are found in Civitas. Civitas was created by a powerful wizard known as "The Gray Old One" made Civitas circa. 1007. Civitas, like Bator-Gotha, is ruled by a number of guilds, the guilds being;

The Acolytes of the Gray Old One: a magicians' guild, and one of the most powerful. Founded by the followers of the Gray One, the Acolytes' main job is to police magic-usage and planeswalkers in Civitas. The Acolytes always wear gray robes, with deep cowls, and they have gray staffs, and massive spellbooks. The Acolytes make their home in the Gray One's Castle. The members of the Acolytes of the Gray One are called Gray acolytes.

Grandel's Sewerworks: a spy guild, Grandel and his sewerworkers are the most infamous interplanar spy ring, Grandel has sewerworkers in every major and minor city in Eilendor. On Civitas, the Sewerworks' main job is to keep the sewers and pipes working, though this allows them to spy on the people of the city. The guild was founded by Grandel, a human from Eilendor, and he still runs the guild. the Sewerworks make their home in the Civitas sewers, and members are called Sewerworkers, or Grandelites.

The House of Black: an assassins guild, a guild of black-clad assassins that go around Civitas, and sometimes beyond, for pay. The House of Black members are seen at night, policing roof tops and alleyways in their black, tight-fitting suits, at day they are normal civilians, or at the House's home base, the Hall of Black. The House's main job is to watch over Civitas at night, though they have drifted away from that job somewhat. Members of the House of Black are usually called black assassins.

The Cult of Rezvardus: a religious/occult guild, a secretive guild, the members of the Cult of Rezvardus are in charge, along with the Golden Masters, of the churches of Civitas. The cultists spend most of their time in their secret temples, worshiping the mysterious demon entity, Rezvardus. Rezvardus disciples wear gold-lined, crimson robes and carry holy, or rather unholy, symbols of Rezvardus. The Disciples of Rezvardus's home base is referred to as the "Crimson Sanctum".

The Secretspeakers Coalition: a magicians/scholarly guild, the Secretkeepers are a mix of scholars and magicians, in charge of preserving and collecting books and knowledge. The Secretkeepers are seen clothed in blue, rune-covered robes, and are almost always seen with a book or more. The Secretkeepers also have and collect many secrets from the planes, and many of their planeswalkers have been all over the Multiverse. The members of the Coalition are called secretkeepers, and they gather in the Great Civitas Library.

Halderd's Legion: a militia guild, the Legion's soldiers are seen policing the streets during the day, and hunt down the members of the Guild of Knives. Helderd's followers are mundane races, mostly humans, and prove themselves through martial prowess, and the members wear armor and weapons of any kind, but they all have a green tabard with a silver castle on it. The members of Halderd's Legion are known by most people as "legionaries", and their headquarters are the Civitas Barracks.

The Guild of Knives: a thief guild, mortal enemies with Halderd's Legion, the Guild of Knives relive many of the rich Civitas citizens of their heavy gold jewelery. The Guild's job was espionage, to disguise as criminals, then turn them in, but the Guild quickly became a thieves guild. The members of the Guild of Knives have no uniform, but all members carry daggers, knives, or throwing knives. The Guils's members are usually called knife thieves, and they gather in the Rogue's Den, a secret section in the Minotaur"s Axe Inn.

The Blue Judges: a religious guild, are enemies with the Cult of Rezvardus, and are both the protectors and judges of the religions on Civitas. Blue Judges wear navy blue judges's robes, wield staves, and reside in the Marble Temple. The Blue Judges revear all good gods, and have shrines to them in their Temple.

Visit with the Prime minister.

The new Prime minister of England adjusted his tie as he entered his office, anxious for the meeting.  Now this meeting he was going to have, hopefully in six minutes, was no ordinary conference, he had found the informant letter sitting on his desk four, the day of his inauguration, days prior, it was made of old papyrus, and written in a type of dark blue ink.  It had told him of a foreign ambassador was coming to welcome him into office.  The clock over the fireplace chimed seven o' clock, the appointed time, the Prime minister waited for his secretary to call him any minute now.  No buzz from the secretary, he waited.  Then came  a rap on the window, outside the window was four pigeons, he got out of his high-back leather chair and strode to the window to open it, he felt like he should.  As the pigeons flew in, the Prime minister noticed one pigeon was slightly green, and slimy.  When the pigeons landed on the carpeted floor, they changed all of a sudden, into, well, not humans.  Two were about five feet tall, pointed ears, long chestnut hair, and held a silver-tipped spear and glittering armor, another, the green, slimy pigeon was small, green, hook-nosed, and wielded a hammer and shield, the fourth was smaller than the first two by about a foot, had inseectile wings, but looked like the first.  The English Prime minister stood there for a moment, then went to his desk, took out a bottle of strong stuff, and chucked it out the window, then sat down in his chair.  The mythical creatures before him walked around the room, looking it up and down, then one of them, presumably an elf, took out a crystal ball from his rucksack, spoke some Gaelic into it then approached the desk.

"Good evening, Prime minister, in just a moment the ambassador will arrive.  And I see you think this is some type of hallucination, I assure you, this is not, just call the Taoiseach of Eire, we visited him on his inauguration.  But I assure you, there is nothing to worry about, call security if you wish."  The minister's hand stopped inches from the button.  Then the ambassador came, an elf garbed in a dark gray tunic that came to his knees, and a silver chain mail shirt underneath.  He came flying through the window, a great falcon, and turned into an elf just above the chair, he sat there, green eyes on the Prime minister.  The four guards stood behind the elf envoy, ready to protect him from any danger.

"I, uh, suppose you are the foreign ambassador?"  Stammered the shocked Prime minister.

"I am indeed, Prime minister.  I am the representative of the fairy peoples, a race you and your kind have long thought mythical.  I have come to welcome you into office, and I ask that you continue to uphold the Avalon-Britain Pact, made in the fourteenth century by King Richard the second and the fading Queen Caelia."  The Prime minister searched his memory, Avalon-Britain Pact?  He'd never heard of it.

"Please explain, Mister uh...?"

"Goldleaf."

"Mister Goldleaf."

"The Avalon-Britain Pact states that no British citizen may go into a fairy fort, and all standing stones are to be left as they were, also any old oaks and yews should be left alone, in return fairies will never trespass on British property, we will protect those who preserve the sacred sites, and Gog and Magog are the eternal protectors of London."

"Um... yes, I see."  Stuttered the Prime minister.

"Here is the contract," he handed the minister a sheaf of papyrus, "take your time, and read carefully."  The elf and his bodyguards waited while the Prime minister read the contract, the goblin flexing his diminutive muscles in the mirror.  At the bottom of the document, the man saw eleven signatures; Thorn Halfberry  Oren Ironforge  Garden C. Seeds  Grub-skin  Torus Hurus  Mistletoe  Robin Bind  Amethyst Williamson  Colin Forktounge  Sprig K. J. Brown Bogan.

"Who are these, uh, names?"  Asked the minister, having finished and signed the contract.

"The eleven current councilors."  Answered the elf, taking the sheaf of papyrus.  "My thanks, Prime minister, and the Council's, we hope your term is good and prosperous."  The unearthly party went to leave, but then Goldleaf turned to the Englishman, "Ah, and one more thing, if you need any help, ask the mirror, and I or one of my helpers will answer on the other end.  And this meeting is strictly secret, as you read in the document, "top-secret" as you humans would say, and now adieu."   

The poor Prime minister of the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland sat in his 17th-century leather chair for a few minutes, he called up his secretary,

"Debora, cancel my seven o'clock."