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Message: <blockquote data-quote="gfunk" data-source="post: 1189824" data-attributes="member: 1813">ANGER OF ANGELSAjacsalasan knew he had to move fast, inciting a slave rebellion was one thing but slaying a Red Wizard was quite another matter.“Hurry!! Hurry!! Move quickly before the Thayan Knights arrive!”The warrior had led a horde of literally hundreds of slaves miles across the deserts of western Thay. In a few minutes they would reach the border of Aglarond and freedom. He had been assured personally by a representative of the Simbul herself that there would be soldiers waiting, ready to give his followers the freedom that had been denied to them for so long.Within minutes, they could see the promised contingent of the Witch Queen’s guard posted on the other side of the border. Once they reached them, the Thayans had no choice but to allow them to leave. To interfere would be to risk war with the Simbul, something Ajacsalasan was certain even the evil Szass Tamm would not risk.Before liberation was theirs however, an immense wall of fire suddenly erupted in front of the fleeing slaves, sealing off their escape.In their desperation to enter Aglarond, many of their number chose to continue moving forward, ready to risk their lives rather than live one more day in slavery. For their troubles, most were immolated outright and the remainder were set on fire as they died slowly on the other side.“No, my friends! Run around the wall, I will hold off the Wizard!”The warrior drew his cold iron long sword as he charged back into Thay searching for the unseen assailant. His sharp eyes noticed a Red Wizard standing behind a large rock, a smug grin of satisfaction crossing his visage.“Murderer!! DIE!!”Ajacsalasan’s sword sliced into the wizard’s torso and did some minor damage, but the mage had prepared himself as his skin was strong as stone.Laughing, the wizard stepped back, “No, it is YOU who are the murderer. You have given these slaves false hope, leading them to an inevitable death. Thanks to you they only have to look forward to days of torture before they are sent to Myrkul's embrace.”The wizard quickly began another incantation as a magical arrow appeared out of thin air, easily piercing his foe’s armor. Though the missile weapon itself only inflicted glancing damage, it constantly pumped out streams of acid, eliciting cries of pain from Ajacsalasan.Taking in a deep breath, the warrior charged once again and hit the wizard with all his might. This time, he was able to draw blood but he could plainly see that the brunt of his attack was negated.“Did you really think you could defeat me? Foolish slave, you are finished!”Weaving arcane phrases, the wizard hit his hated foe with another spell and this time the warrior found that he could not move. The mage sauntered up to him and easily pulled the longsword from his paralyzed hands. Twisting the blade to the flat side, he smacked Ajacsalasan with everything he had. Once, then twice.When the paralysis spell ended, the warrior fell.----------------------------------------------He awoke into a nightmare. The first thing he heard was the sharpening of a blade. The first thing he saw was an morbidly obese man in a dirty chamber, standing over a table full of razor-sharp instruments. Then he felt pain as his naked body was stretched taut on a rack.His vanquisher, the wizard who had bested him in single combat, moved over his helpless form to gloat. “You may think you have accomplished much fool. But Thay is a nation built on slaves, what are a few hundred less? Besides, we have years to torture you as compensation.”Ajacsalasan screamed in pain as two hot pokers were thrust into his eyes, blinding him forever.He prayed silently, his only shield against his tormentors, “Trust in Selune’s radiance, and know that all who love alive under her light shall know her blessing.”He held fast onto his faith for months, before ultimately giving in to the call to Arborea.----------------------------------------------“Turn to the moon, and she will be your true guide. Promote acceptance and tolerance. See all other beings as equals. Aid fellow Seulnites as if they were your dearest friends,” Ajax completed the prayer he began over three hundred years ago.The Lords of Good had determined his soul to be pure and his actions just. Upon his death he was sent to the Olympian Glades where he would spend eternity in a land of peace where all beings were forever free from the yoke of tyranny and oppression.For centuries Ajax had been a petitioner on this plane. However, the Eladrins who ruled the plane saw his potential and, with the approval of the Council of Seraphim, promoted him to an Angel.It was this transformation that heralded his return to the Prime, working with the Eladrins known as the Watchers. This was a group of celestials sanctioned by the Court of Stars in Arborea. Working on the plane of mortals they monitored the actions of fiends, protecting important mortals without their knowledge, and kept tyranny at bay.Recently Ajax had been contacted by none other than Avanathor, a powerful Tulani Eladrin and possibly the most powerful Arborean on the Prime Material Plane. Of course, he did not have a direct audience but the sending he had received was sufficient, “Your mission has changed. Go to the town of Cauldron in Vilhon Reach. Make yourself available to the Temple of Tyr. More information will be provided to you at our discretion.”Unfurling his mighty wings, Ajax immediately sped towards his goal. He was loathe to work for the agents of law but unlike the hordes of Abyss, celestials always worked together.----------------------------------------------Days later, a bald human with grey eyes, chainmail armor, sword and shield exited the Temple of Tyr. The high priest had told him all he needed to know. Apparently the Council of Serpahim had sent their own agent and he had fallen. Fallen to the most hated of foes, the fascist fiends of Baator.He would avenge his compatriot. Quickly he ran out of the city into the forests. When he was beyond the reach of mortal eyes, he resumed his true form. He began his flight towards the Underdark.</blockquote>

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