The market

[Maero]

Arkurus burst out with laughter as D told him that he was not the master of magic. "Is he now? Well titles as titles I suppose, but he has yet to mature, truly mature. Dont worry, I have no interest in killing or maiming your apprentice. Not yet, at least. And if you truly must ask such questions then truly you are undeserving of your powers. An old man? You? Age and power are relative terms." Arkurus stated lightly. "And while I do suppose you are old under most circumstances..." He continued, his gaze becoming dark and serious. "You are not a man. not a human at least. Such petty relations were dropped when you overcame your master and truly became the master of magic."

Arkurus then reached down and picked Zane up by a his hair and tossed him at D with one hand, throwing the elf all the way across the room as though he weighed nothing at all. If D did not somehow slow Zane down before he hit D, or the opposite wall, then he would break his neck or just flat out die on impact. Whatever the case, Arkurus would continue as though he did not care, which he didnt.

"You asked me who I was, who I really was. Well then, if you must know...if you truly have been unable to undo the damage I did so long ago to your very mind...then I shall...enlighten you." Arkurus's form began to swim and change suddenly, though in a way that made it seem as though he were not actually moving, as though what he had truly been had been standing there all along, in front of Alex, in front of Tiff, in front of D. And as this change happened, tendrils of invisible power snaked through the air, their course predestined and already sunk, unavoidable and inescapable, sinking deep into D's mind, undoing a block placed there long, long ago.

"Remember then, a time long ago, when shadows raged and ghosts did roam..." The creature before him chanted slowly. "A place far away, a distant land, where there was a battle fought by your very hand..." As he spoke, the strange mist within D's head began to lift and he was slowly bombarded with bursts of memories he would be unable to recognize. Where they Arkurus's? Was he placing them in his head? Or perhaps...they had been there all along.

Shadows, dreams, demons, allies, friends, foes, valor, evil, time, loss, battle, victory, joy, hate, end....Templum.... The memories streamed into D's head in unfiltered wave, and entire chapter of his life, people he had trusted with his life and yet names he could not remember, and so much more...all lost...all gone.

"Yes, you are starting to remember now arent you? All those years? All those deaths? All those great battles...all in Templum, a land that no longer exists, and as far as anyone knows, never did and never will." Now Arkurus stood before D anew, and D would know him, and yet not know him, and see that he was something long lost, long forgotten...changed. This new foe looked up at D with loathing eyes and evil intent. "Hello again...brother." Said the creature.


(Huge amounts of plot just got its guts ripped open. I had intended to establish a bit more about D's history before I got to this but...well...it happened. He is your character, if you want, you can fill in the blanks of his memory, of all the images and of templum, or you can let me, or we can split it half and half. And to answer a possible question, yes this guy is a godmod at mind fucking, and at one point in time did mind fuck D, and everyone and anyone who ever knew about the lands know as Templum)