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<blockquote data-quote="JollyDoc" data-source="post: 4174819" data-attributes="member: 9546"><p>The last time that the Legion gathered as a team was once more by the Fountain of Beauty. This time, no eladrin accompanied them. They had asked for privacy. All of them knew that the end of an era was at hand, and what they had accomplished as a team could never be recaptured. It was a time for goodbyes…for endings…and new beginnings. Each of them drank again from the fountain, this time in remembrance of allies gone. Each took a turn reciting the names: Ferox, Gotr, Xerxes, Anwar, Basil, Thrisp, Samson, Gregor, and finally, Marius. </p><p>“To old friends,” Mandi toasted.</p><p>“So say we all!” the others responded, and then the moment passed. There was nothing more that needed to be said. They had fought together, bled together, and in the end, triumphed…together. They clasped hands, one with another, embraced, and then each went their separate way into the darkness under the stars and the boughs above them.</p><p>________________________________________________________________</p><p></p><p>Time passed, as time will. The deeds of the Legion were not told in taverns, nor sung by bards. Few, in fact, ever knew of the small group of adventurers who had risked all to save an entire world. Few ever knew their world was in danger. They went about their mundane lives ignorant of the war that had raged beyond the curtain of their existence, and perhaps, that was for the best.</p><p></p><p>When a lone goliath entered the sanctuary of the church of Savras in Tashluta, he was greeted with shock and joy by the brethren who thought him lost to them. He offered no explanation of where he’d been for almost two years, but it was obvious to those who had known him that something fundamental had changed in the once jovial crusader. He resumed his duties within the church, but in time, it became clear that he had returned from his sabbatical with renewed purpose. He began recruiting from the most promising of the church’s clergy, training them in the ways of the Eye. Most he schooled as warriors, like himself, lethal and deadly fighters, but others he chose for their skills in divination. He told them of visions…prophecies that had been foretold to him. He said they must be ever vigilant, lest these prophecies come to pass, and their flock face doom from any number of enemies. The church must bear witness, he said, and offer aid wherever it was needed. Vigilance must never waver. The Eye must never blink.</p><p></p><p>Sepoto’s premonitions were not without merit. When sixty and six days had passed since his meeting with Ahazu, he felt the power of the demon lord reach for him. He had long since removed the foul tooth of the Seizer from his mouth, and hidden it away until such time as he could find a way to destroy it. Still, the Seizer’s pull was strong, almost overwhelming. Yet, as Iggwilv had foretold, something had changed about him, and Savras Himself had taken special notice of this particular servant. Ahazu was to be denied his prize, and Sepoto learned in time that none of his companions were ever claimed by the Seizer either. </p><p></p><p>Over the course of the next several years, the vacancy left by Shami-Amourae vexed and enraged Ahazu. Finally, the demon lord broke free from his self-imposed prison in a fit of rage that released all of the other prisoners from the Wells of Darkness. The sudden return to the multiverse of so many powerful entities took the ranks of the Divine and Infernal by surprise, and in time, Sepoto and his Eyes were called upon again and again to deal with the escaped menaces. The remainder of the goliath’s life was full and eventful, and though he redeemed any missteps or wrongdoings he may have committed hundreds of times over, he never truly forgave himself…</p><p>_______________________________________________________________</p><p></p><p>With the dispersing of his herd, Tower Cleaver was at loose ends, with no one to look after or protect. In his many travels with his friends, he had slain a god, destroyed the first among death knights, and dealt the killing blow to the Prince of Demons. He had handed out more violent death than he could keep track of, and along the way, even managed to visit the celestial realms, a place of beauty beyond his wildest imaginings. He had made a promise to himself that if he ever managed to escape the Abyss alive, he would never return, and his one driving goal after Demogorgon’s defeat was to flee as far from its grasp as possible. </p><p></p><p>He saw Mandi once more when he journeyed to Tashluta to claim his share of the wealth gathered from the Temple of the Celestial Winds. From there, he traveled briefly with Octurus, as the pair sailed back to the Isle of Dread and Farshore. Once there, Cleaver immediately sought out Tavey Nesk and made the boy a one-time offer: come with him and he would promise to act as mentor to the lad. He made only two promises: they would see things the boy had never dreamed of, and they would never return to Farshore. Tavey eagerly accepted, bade his foster parents a tear-filled but joyful goodbye, and stepped aboard the Blue Nixie without a backwards glance.</p><p></p><p>From the Isle of Dread, Cleaver and Tavey set sail for Waterdeep. The minotaur knew the great metropolis was a place where almost anything could be found, and once there, he found exactly what he was looking for: passage aboard a Spelljamming ship called the Enterprise. And so it came to pass that Tower Cleaver departed the plane he had called home his entire life for the last time. But there were new planes of existence to explore, and as he’d promised, new wonders to behold. Years passed, and he and Tavey became well-known interplanar adventurers, the stuff of legends. Yet they never remained in one place for long, just time enough to book passage to their next destination. Though Cleaver had long since abandoned the worship of Shaundekal, he had become a living epitome of the deity. However, even that live-for-the-moment lifestyle eventually became tiresome, and with the wealth, knowledge and physical power he and Tavey had amassed over the years, he thought that perhaps they could finally stop running.</p><p></p><p>During their travels, the duo had discovered a small, barren demi-plane, home to an ancient temple to a long-forgotten god. There, they found an artifact, an item of such power that it could either remove them from their reality forever, or unmake them completely and thus rewrite history as if they had never been. Cleaver chose the former. Their final destination was a material plane as different from Toril as smell was to color. There, in a great city with skyscraping buildings of glass and metal, Tower Cleaver and Tavey found a home at last. There were others like them, who dwelt among the common folk as both heroes and villains. In time, the dynamic duo took their own place among the pantheon of so-called “super heroes…”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="JollyDoc, post: 4174819, member: 9546"] The last time that the Legion gathered as a team was once more by the Fountain of Beauty. This time, no eladrin accompanied them. They had asked for privacy. All of them knew that the end of an era was at hand, and what they had accomplished as a team could never be recaptured. It was a time for goodbyes…for endings…and new beginnings. Each of them drank again from the fountain, this time in remembrance of allies gone. Each took a turn reciting the names: Ferox, Gotr, Xerxes, Anwar, Basil, Thrisp, Samson, Gregor, and finally, Marius. “To old friends,” Mandi toasted. “So say we all!” the others responded, and then the moment passed. There was nothing more that needed to be said. They had fought together, bled together, and in the end, triumphed…together. They clasped hands, one with another, embraced, and then each went their separate way into the darkness under the stars and the boughs above them. ________________________________________________________________ Time passed, as time will. The deeds of the Legion were not told in taverns, nor sung by bards. Few, in fact, ever knew of the small group of adventurers who had risked all to save an entire world. Few ever knew their world was in danger. They went about their mundane lives ignorant of the war that had raged beyond the curtain of their existence, and perhaps, that was for the best. When a lone goliath entered the sanctuary of the church of Savras in Tashluta, he was greeted with shock and joy by the brethren who thought him lost to them. He offered no explanation of where he’d been for almost two years, but it was obvious to those who had known him that something fundamental had changed in the once jovial crusader. He resumed his duties within the church, but in time, it became clear that he had returned from his sabbatical with renewed purpose. He began recruiting from the most promising of the church’s clergy, training them in the ways of the Eye. Most he schooled as warriors, like himself, lethal and deadly fighters, but others he chose for their skills in divination. He told them of visions…prophecies that had been foretold to him. He said they must be ever vigilant, lest these prophecies come to pass, and their flock face doom from any number of enemies. The church must bear witness, he said, and offer aid wherever it was needed. Vigilance must never waver. The Eye must never blink. Sepoto’s premonitions were not without merit. When sixty and six days had passed since his meeting with Ahazu, he felt the power of the demon lord reach for him. He had long since removed the foul tooth of the Seizer from his mouth, and hidden it away until such time as he could find a way to destroy it. Still, the Seizer’s pull was strong, almost overwhelming. Yet, as Iggwilv had foretold, something had changed about him, and Savras Himself had taken special notice of this particular servant. Ahazu was to be denied his prize, and Sepoto learned in time that none of his companions were ever claimed by the Seizer either. Over the course of the next several years, the vacancy left by Shami-Amourae vexed and enraged Ahazu. Finally, the demon lord broke free from his self-imposed prison in a fit of rage that released all of the other prisoners from the Wells of Darkness. The sudden return to the multiverse of so many powerful entities took the ranks of the Divine and Infernal by surprise, and in time, Sepoto and his Eyes were called upon again and again to deal with the escaped menaces. The remainder of the goliath’s life was full and eventful, and though he redeemed any missteps or wrongdoings he may have committed hundreds of times over, he never truly forgave himself… _______________________________________________________________ With the dispersing of his herd, Tower Cleaver was at loose ends, with no one to look after or protect. In his many travels with his friends, he had slain a god, destroyed the first among death knights, and dealt the killing blow to the Prince of Demons. He had handed out more violent death than he could keep track of, and along the way, even managed to visit the celestial realms, a place of beauty beyond his wildest imaginings. He had made a promise to himself that if he ever managed to escape the Abyss alive, he would never return, and his one driving goal after Demogorgon’s defeat was to flee as far from its grasp as possible. He saw Mandi once more when he journeyed to Tashluta to claim his share of the wealth gathered from the Temple of the Celestial Winds. From there, he traveled briefly with Octurus, as the pair sailed back to the Isle of Dread and Farshore. Once there, Cleaver immediately sought out Tavey Nesk and made the boy a one-time offer: come with him and he would promise to act as mentor to the lad. He made only two promises: they would see things the boy had never dreamed of, and they would never return to Farshore. Tavey eagerly accepted, bade his foster parents a tear-filled but joyful goodbye, and stepped aboard the Blue Nixie without a backwards glance. From the Isle of Dread, Cleaver and Tavey set sail for Waterdeep. The minotaur knew the great metropolis was a place where almost anything could be found, and once there, he found exactly what he was looking for: passage aboard a Spelljamming ship called the Enterprise. And so it came to pass that Tower Cleaver departed the plane he had called home his entire life for the last time. But there were new planes of existence to explore, and as he’d promised, new wonders to behold. Years passed, and he and Tavey became well-known interplanar adventurers, the stuff of legends. Yet they never remained in one place for long, just time enough to book passage to their next destination. Though Cleaver had long since abandoned the worship of Shaundekal, he had become a living epitome of the deity. However, even that live-for-the-moment lifestyle eventually became tiresome, and with the wealth, knowledge and physical power he and Tavey had amassed over the years, he thought that perhaps they could finally stop running. During their travels, the duo had discovered a small, barren demi-plane, home to an ancient temple to a long-forgotten god. There, they found an artifact, an item of such power that it could either remove them from their reality forever, or unmake them completely and thus rewrite history as if they had never been. Cleaver chose the former. Their final destination was a material plane as different from Toril as smell was to color. There, in a great city with skyscraping buildings of glass and metal, Tower Cleaver and Tavey found a home at last. There were others like them, who dwelt among the common folk as both heroes and villains. In time, the dynamic duo took their own place among the pantheon of so-called “super heroes…” [/QUOTE]
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