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“Hm, bad news,” Adlai says to Ogrim, Viknen and Eltharion. “I scryed Enzonito, and it looks like he’s trapped. He’s in what looks like a solid white room. He’s just sitting in there meditating. I sent him a sending message, and he responded with ‘In Hell, send help, Gryrtag’s prisoner.’ Looks like you know what your mission is.”
“Wonderful, so now we have to go to Hell?” Eltharion sounds dejected.
“Indeed. Once you all get back, hopefully he’ll know enough about the prophecies to be able to help us locate the final stone of power,” Adlai says.
“Let’s find Bloodthorne, he should go with us,” Ogrim states.
They go off and find Bloodthorne at the tavern drinking.
“I asked you before why you do that. You’re dead!” Eltharion says.
“None of your business mate,” Bloodthorne responds.
“We need your help. We’re going to Hell,” Eltharion says.
“Come get me when you’re ready to leave,” Bloodthorne replies.
Viknen retreats to his room for the rest of the afternoon. Eltharion and Ogrim walk back to the tavern after escorting Viknen, and a huge crowd has gathered near the fountain. Lots of talking and commotion is heard.
“What’s goin’ on here?” Ogrim asks a passer by.
“The Prophet is here! He’s going to bring peace to the world!!” a fanatic babbles.
“Now we get some answers,” Eltharion says. They wait in line to see the Prophet; and quite a line it is indeed. They wait for almost an hour and finally, with the crowd dying down, they see the Prophet.
He has very long perfectly white hair. He’s wearing pristine white robes and has a cross-like symbol around his neck.
“So you’re the Prophet?” Eltharion blurts out.
“Yes I am my children. I have come to bring you hope in this seemingly bleak future,” the Prophet responds.
“You are saying that we will turn back the dark elf army? And the demonic gates of the Dark Tide?” Eltharion asks.
“Absolutely. With the gathering of the stones of power, the gates will never be realized. And shortly after that, the brunt of the dark elf assault will falter, and Baron shall be victorious,” the Prophet speaks slowly and clearly.
“What makes you think you can be sure of all this?” Ogrim asks.
“I am the Prophet. I have seen it,” he replies.
“I see…” Eltharion and Ogrim look at each other, perplexed. With nothing further to ask, they nod and walk off.
“What do you think?” Ogrim asks.
“I don’t buy it. How can he know we’ll win?” Eltharion asks back.
“Hmph,” Ogrim grunts, and they continue toward the tavern.
Adlai follows them in.
“News guys, come sit down,” Adlai says.
“What’s happening now?” Eltharion asks.
“Looks like people have been popping up all over the place with, well, white hair,” Adlai says.
“So?” Ogrim replies.
“They go to sleep one night, and wake up the next morning ‘inspired’ with this stark white hair. They also have the ability to cast healing magic…” Adlai explains.
“Oh,” Ogrim nods.
“About four people have come forward. Other people have started calling them ‘Prophecy Priests.’ We’ve been getting them all together and letting them stay in the castle so we can study them,” Adlai says. “But there’s more.”
“And that’s not enough already?” Eltharion shakes his head.
“Well, I was having one of them cast some curative magic, just to see it for myself, and I accidentally dropped one of the anti-magic spheres on the ground next to him. The spell went off anyway,” Adlai starts. “So, this prompted more tests. Looks like the Prophecy Priests are able to cast magic in our anti-magic, whereas all other magic is nullified.”
“Hm…” Ogrim thinks a moment.
“I know what you’re thinking, and the King of Baron plans to use it to our advantage. We’ll let the large anti-magic sphere go when the battle starts, and we’ll still have support magic from these Prophecy Priests, while the dark elves will have no magic whatsoever. That’s our ace-in-the-hole,” Adlai seems a bit excited.
“That’s great. But I still don’t trust that Prophet guy, or his priests…” Eltharion sighs.
“Just wanted to let you know what’s going on. You’re going after Enzonito tomorrow, right?” Adlai asks.
“Yes,” Eltharion responds.
The next day, Bloodthorne, Eltharion, Ogrim, and Viknen gather outside of the city.
“How are we supposed to get to Hell with no magic-user?” Eltharion asks, looking to each of them.
“It is time,” Viknen says as he holds out a bag. He reveals it to be a plant of some kind. He takes it over to a small campfire he had started before everyone arrived, preparing a pot with a few other ingredients.
He places them in and allows them to heat for a short time. He sits down, beginning a low chant. He motions to each of you to sit around him, forming a triangle, Viknen in the middle. He begins to draw symbols in the dirt, strange earthen figures, not alike in form or geometry. He fills a small crude cup, one for each of the Heroes and himself, with the liquid from the pot.
“Drink it now, it be losin’ da potency right quick!” he mutters as he tilts his cup back and drains one mouthful of greenish liquid.
The taste is terrible, and it’s difficult to swallow, but they do so. Not so for Bloodthorne; he pours it in easily.
The slightly herbal, slightly magical concoction begins to take effect.
They can no longer tell if their eyes are open or closed. Color, light, sound, feeling and thought begin to fade together. In their sitting position, they feel as if they are falling back. Tumbling back down father and father, not able to right themselves. Vertigo; the word not making any real sense anymore as there is no up or down, there is no left or right, there is only falling. Falling back into an endless space in time in the universe. Colors begin to come back. Red, green, blue, yellow, violet, indigo. Then shades. Light to dark, neon to pale, stripes and dots, spirals and stars; their vision is filled with all color simultaneously.
One color begins to overtake the others. Red dissipates, green vanishes, yellow is disintegrated. Slowly, black begins to destroy all color. Soon, tendrils of black flow over the Heroes; they feel them brushing across their face; seemingly too weak to lift a hand to brush them away, they grit their teeth and deal with the silent onslaught…
Did the Heroes make it to Hell? Or did Viknen just get them high? Will they find Enzonito? And hey, where has Bink been all this time?? Find out, next time!
“Wonderful, so now we have to go to Hell?” Eltharion sounds dejected.
“Indeed. Once you all get back, hopefully he’ll know enough about the prophecies to be able to help us locate the final stone of power,” Adlai says.
“Let’s find Bloodthorne, he should go with us,” Ogrim states.
They go off and find Bloodthorne at the tavern drinking.
“I asked you before why you do that. You’re dead!” Eltharion says.
“None of your business mate,” Bloodthorne responds.
“We need your help. We’re going to Hell,” Eltharion says.
“Come get me when you’re ready to leave,” Bloodthorne replies.
Viknen retreats to his room for the rest of the afternoon. Eltharion and Ogrim walk back to the tavern after escorting Viknen, and a huge crowd has gathered near the fountain. Lots of talking and commotion is heard.
“What’s goin’ on here?” Ogrim asks a passer by.
“The Prophet is here! He’s going to bring peace to the world!!” a fanatic babbles.
“Now we get some answers,” Eltharion says. They wait in line to see the Prophet; and quite a line it is indeed. They wait for almost an hour and finally, with the crowd dying down, they see the Prophet.
He has very long perfectly white hair. He’s wearing pristine white robes and has a cross-like symbol around his neck.
“So you’re the Prophet?” Eltharion blurts out.
“Yes I am my children. I have come to bring you hope in this seemingly bleak future,” the Prophet responds.
“You are saying that we will turn back the dark elf army? And the demonic gates of the Dark Tide?” Eltharion asks.
“Absolutely. With the gathering of the stones of power, the gates will never be realized. And shortly after that, the brunt of the dark elf assault will falter, and Baron shall be victorious,” the Prophet speaks slowly and clearly.
“What makes you think you can be sure of all this?” Ogrim asks.
“I am the Prophet. I have seen it,” he replies.
“I see…” Eltharion and Ogrim look at each other, perplexed. With nothing further to ask, they nod and walk off.
“What do you think?” Ogrim asks.
“I don’t buy it. How can he know we’ll win?” Eltharion asks back.
“Hmph,” Ogrim grunts, and they continue toward the tavern.
Adlai follows them in.
“News guys, come sit down,” Adlai says.
“What’s happening now?” Eltharion asks.
“Looks like people have been popping up all over the place with, well, white hair,” Adlai says.
“So?” Ogrim replies.
“They go to sleep one night, and wake up the next morning ‘inspired’ with this stark white hair. They also have the ability to cast healing magic…” Adlai explains.
“Oh,” Ogrim nods.
“About four people have come forward. Other people have started calling them ‘Prophecy Priests.’ We’ve been getting them all together and letting them stay in the castle so we can study them,” Adlai says. “But there’s more.”
“And that’s not enough already?” Eltharion shakes his head.
“Well, I was having one of them cast some curative magic, just to see it for myself, and I accidentally dropped one of the anti-magic spheres on the ground next to him. The spell went off anyway,” Adlai starts. “So, this prompted more tests. Looks like the Prophecy Priests are able to cast magic in our anti-magic, whereas all other magic is nullified.”
“Hm…” Ogrim thinks a moment.
“I know what you’re thinking, and the King of Baron plans to use it to our advantage. We’ll let the large anti-magic sphere go when the battle starts, and we’ll still have support magic from these Prophecy Priests, while the dark elves will have no magic whatsoever. That’s our ace-in-the-hole,” Adlai seems a bit excited.
“That’s great. But I still don’t trust that Prophet guy, or his priests…” Eltharion sighs.
“Just wanted to let you know what’s going on. You’re going after Enzonito tomorrow, right?” Adlai asks.
“Yes,” Eltharion responds.
The next day, Bloodthorne, Eltharion, Ogrim, and Viknen gather outside of the city.
“How are we supposed to get to Hell with no magic-user?” Eltharion asks, looking to each of them.
“It is time,” Viknen says as he holds out a bag. He reveals it to be a plant of some kind. He takes it over to a small campfire he had started before everyone arrived, preparing a pot with a few other ingredients.
He places them in and allows them to heat for a short time. He sits down, beginning a low chant. He motions to each of you to sit around him, forming a triangle, Viknen in the middle. He begins to draw symbols in the dirt, strange earthen figures, not alike in form or geometry. He fills a small crude cup, one for each of the Heroes and himself, with the liquid from the pot.
“Drink it now, it be losin’ da potency right quick!” he mutters as he tilts his cup back and drains one mouthful of greenish liquid.
The taste is terrible, and it’s difficult to swallow, but they do so. Not so for Bloodthorne; he pours it in easily.
The slightly herbal, slightly magical concoction begins to take effect.
They can no longer tell if their eyes are open or closed. Color, light, sound, feeling and thought begin to fade together. In their sitting position, they feel as if they are falling back. Tumbling back down father and father, not able to right themselves. Vertigo; the word not making any real sense anymore as there is no up or down, there is no left or right, there is only falling. Falling back into an endless space in time in the universe. Colors begin to come back. Red, green, blue, yellow, violet, indigo. Then shades. Light to dark, neon to pale, stripes and dots, spirals and stars; their vision is filled with all color simultaneously.
One color begins to overtake the others. Red dissipates, green vanishes, yellow is disintegrated. Slowly, black begins to destroy all color. Soon, tendrils of black flow over the Heroes; they feel them brushing across their face; seemingly too weak to lift a hand to brush them away, they grit their teeth and deal with the silent onslaught…
Did the Heroes make it to Hell? Or did Viknen just get them high? Will they find Enzonito? And hey, where has Bink been all this time?? Find out, next time!
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