A prequel to the Rary story
Iuz leaves the Doomgrinder, once again under his troops control, muttering to himself, “Kender?…I owe my prize to kender?…I must be slipping…”
He re-adjusts the burden he is carrying, a large bundle of newly paralyzed Black Brotherhood agents. Now, how to disperse them…?
“Well, Lord Forrester’s heaven-spawn did serve their purpose,” Iuz thought to himself.
A shadow flickered at the edge of Iuz’s vision. “Have at thee!” came a cry.
What do you know; it was Baelros, Demon Lord of Shadow bearing down on him. “My, he looks impressive,” thought Iuz
The derro inside Doomgrinder stood ready to assist their Lord, to back whatever gambit he chose. He didn’t seem to be moving however.
The dark and hideous beast, spawned from the nightmares of a thousand demons beared down on Iuz.
Still Iuz didn’t move.
It’s horrible black axe, the slayer of hundreds of solar, cocked back as he flew at Iuz, ready to split him in two….
Until he fell to ground in a painless, but still embarrassing, heap after crashing head long into a the Wall of Force (or Stone, or Ice, or whatever stops shades, Iuz would know) that Iuz erected at the very last second.
“Better luck, next time... I would love to stay and play, but I have better things to do then waste my time on some shadow pretending to be a god…like me. Oh, boys,” said Iuz to the derro manning the techno-magic weapons mounted in Doomgrinder, “could I have a couple blast of Bone Melter? Right about here.” He then teleports out to drop off his prisoners.
Two 10’ diameter cone-shaped blasts of white light target Baelros who, unharmed except for his pride, wisely decides to leave before they touch his fragile shade skin