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The Archimage Chronicles


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Chapter 1

 

 

 

 

 

10 B.C

 

Giza, Egypt

 

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Archimage stood in front of the Sphinx, smiling to himself. He never quite knew what it was built for, but his mission was to find out why. The sun had been beating down on his exposed back for hours as he searched for some kind of entrance into this structure. The sphinx was giving off some shade, but not enough to suppress Archimage's constant thirst. What water he had was diminishing quick. As Archimage began to sit in the rough sand in between the paws of the Sphinx, he found his hand going to his belt, where his ox skin flask held the cool water. He needed the water, and as he unscrewed the cap, he found himself wondering what he would do if he lost all his water. He could not leave the Sphinx with no information, and if he ran out of water, he could not continue the search for an entrance. Another problem was that he could not use magic in these deserts. If he did, the gods and deities of this land would kill him, and make sure his time in hell was less pleasant than it would be to any other person (using magic on Earth was apparently not something the gods of Egypt favored much).

 

Archimage was the last user of magic in the world. Though he had traveled far and wide, searching for another magician, he found no one. It was still ten years until all that was not of this realm would be completely obliterated, and Archimage would be the only human who could use magic. That was ten years he had to put up with dragons, the annoying and brutish trolls, and quite a few sea monsters. Also, there seemed to be a lot of flying disks whizzing around the sky every now and then, especially in Egypt.

 

Archimage threw back his head, and put the flask to his lips, slowly taking in the water. After a couple sips, he shook the flask. Two more drinks left in it. Archimage replaced it on his belt, and then returned to scouting out an entrance into the Sphinx. He first decided to look at some of the writings on a stone placed in front of the Sphinx. It was an oval shape, and looked to be made of granite, with words engraved on it using a chisel. Archimage read it:

 

 

 

This monument was built to protect his lord and majesty the Pharaoh, and if any decide to rob any of the tombs of any pharaoh, may the gods have mercy on their souls. This monument may seem to you an odd piece, especially considering where it stares, directly at the darkest obelisks ever erected in Egypt. That though, is where this beast derives its power. Try and break into this behemoth, and behold an amazing spectacle. If your lucky, the council will torment you a little, and let the heat of the desert kill you.

 

 

 

Archimage kicked the stone. No use to him at all. So this was a monster created to escort all robbers of the pharoah to hell. Big deal, he'd seen worse. This whole deal about the council intrigued Archimage though, and he decided he would see what this council was. He grabbed the stone, it must have weighed sixty or seventy pounds, and lifted it over his head. He wished he had thought of this in the first place, as he threw the stone into the sphinx's chest. The limestone blocks of the sphinx's chest fell inward, and so did the stone. Archimage found the hole sufficient enough for him to climb into, and he did so. He embraced the darkness inside, and then began to walk forward.

 

Archimage ended his walk abruptly, as torches on the walls of the sphinx simultaneously lit up. Archimage watched as the sphinx's chest repaired itself. He then looked forward. He was in a corridor, some scorpions dotting the walls. On the sides of the corridor, stone plinths were sticking out. Archimage found a scropion on the wall next to him, and threw it toward the nearest plinth. A large green ray shot out, and the scorpion was no more than a couple ashes. Archimage laughed, a cheap trick.

 

So, he got to the ground, and began to crawl beneath these plinths. Soon, he had passed three, and then found himself at a set of steps leading down. Archimage cautiously walked down these, and stood on the last step, waiting for some kind of trap.

 

Nothing.

 

He ran down another corridor, and halted inside a round room. Its ceiling had [bleep]es in it, and as Archimage noticed these, the ceiling began to slowly fall toward Archimage. A large iron gate closed behind him, and in front of him. He was trapped. Too bad he knew the trick to these.

 

They had been created by the Greek quite a while back to protect the temples of the gods. The only way to stop these, was by either using magic to blow it open it, or to use a magic shield.

 

Oh wait, he could not use one of those. He knew it was either die or die, so he went with the latter and found himself holding his hand toward the ceiling, palm out, and watching the ceiling turn into sand. That's when the gates opened and he heard a shrill scream enter the room, and then felt himself be shoved hard into the wall of the room. Blood trickled from his mouth and fell down his face like drool. The sand was creating a screen, that made it impossible to see. Archimage had to also shield his eyes, because much of the sand was getting to him, and burning them. He closed them, and thought fast. He heard the scream again, and rolled to the left as he heard a thud, and a crack from the wall. There was another scream, and Archimage rolled again, rolling into something huge and hard. He had slammed his shoulder into it, and felt the burn as he front flipped toward the other side of the room.

 

The sand was clearing, and Archimage could see that he smashed into a large monster, about twenty feet tall, and holding a large ax. It had no hair, and looked like some kind of disfigured baby. It looked over at Archimage, and began to march toward him when a seven foot luminescent being appeared in front of it. It screamed, and Archimage immediately knew it was a poltergeist. The poltergeist ran at Archimage in a super sonic speed, and this time hit Archimage square in the chest. Archimage smashed into the wall again. He felt more warm trickles of blood fall down his face, and noticed all of the blood pooling up around him.

 

The poltergeist had cracked Archimage's head.

 

Archimage grunted and slowly got up, and walked toward the poltergeist, looking as if he were drunk. He strained to put a smile on his face, and he then showed his teeth to the poltergeist in a mocking manner. His teeth had went from their once pearly white to a completely redish black. The poltergeist did not like this at all. It howled and ran again. Archimage jumped, and held his palm toward the ground in mid jump. Suddenly, his black hair started flying up as a strong wind forced the poltergeist into Archimage's flask. It was the only thing he could contain the being in, which kind of ticked him off, since now he had no water. It was now ruined by the poltergeist, a being of complete darkness.

 

He threw the flask to the ground, and stared up at the baby thing.

 

"Can you speak?" Archimage asked.

 

"Yes, you will die." It screamed.

 

"I hear that a lot, and have heard it from some much tougher than you. I have fought people five times your height, who love to kill innocents for no reason but to taste their blood."

 

"I am better than those, you have never faced..."

 

Archimage held his palm out, said "fire" and watched as the giant baby exploded. Its blood splashed against the wall, and pooled on the ground.

 

Archimage had quite a laugh as he walked out of the room, and down another corridor. That's when he remembered...

 

"That's not good."

 

The corridor led into a large rectangular room with a wooden table in its center. Sitting at the end of the table, was a green man, with visible scars all across his exposed body. Fourteen scars.

 

"Osiris, I see Seth's treachery still haunts you to this day."

 

Osiris lightly touched a scar across his stomach. "Just a reminder of my hate for Seth, that traitor. I am sure you know why I am here?"

 

"Yeah, I accidentally used magic..."

 

"And I must now take you to hell...we hate magic and for many good reasons. The Olympians use it as a means to show supremacy to us, and we take it as a sign of loathing of our finite power."

 

Archimage rolled his shoulders. "So I guess I'll have to fight you so I can stay alive?"

 

"Your in no shape to fight!"

 

"You don't look to good either..."

 

 

 

TBC

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Thanks real confidence boost there...

 

 

 

Could be a time machine or something involved...Archimage could be the next incarnation of Dr Who...Anyone who doesn't know who that is needs a good slap and directions to the Dr Who website!

 

http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/index.shtml

Well I knew you wouldn't agree. I know how you hate facing facts.

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Thanks real confidence boost there...

 

 

 

Could be a time machine or something involved...Archimage could be the next incarnation of Dr Who...Anyone who doesn't know who that is needs a good slap and directions to the Dr Who website!

 

http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/index.shtml

 

 

 

 

 

OMG! You left rose behind! Go die...oh wait, then you'd come back as a new incarnation...

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Thanks real confidence boost there...

 

 

 

Could be a time machine or something involved...Archimage could be the next incarnation of Dr Who...Anyone who doesn't know who that is needs a good slap and directions to the Dr Who website!

 

http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/index.shtml

 

 

 

Ok, you time travelled back then with your moderator powers. Happy :?:

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Please don't spam the forums. I am being serouis. If you want to say something like that please Pm it to me, someone's thread is not the place to hold that discussion.

Well I knew you wouldn't agree. I know how you hate facing facts.

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Please don't spam the forums. I am being serouis. If you want to say something like that please Pm it to me, someone's thread is not the place to hold that discussion.

 

 

 

Yes sire! *Bows down to almighty god, Archimage_A*

 

 

 

(Sorry for this last spam)

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See you in August. Busy over there ^^^ and going on vacation for a couple weeks with no time to worry about two communities. Join my new fan base there and read the adulty story Area 52...as well as ind out a secret I have kept from you...

 

 

 

 

 

YOUR REAL NAME IS BOB???????

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