Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
"We found him!" The voice says to another. "Lucky for us we haven't run into any of Silas Generwine's enforcers getting into here. Maybe we'll be equally lucky and be able to get him out to the temple while he's still breathing. I hope he lives. His friends Dartis and Caramip saved us from that hydra a few days back and I was hoping to return the favor. Grab his legs and bring the cart over so we can..." The sound of the voice fades and you feel yourself being lifted.
You find yourself on the field of the dead once more, and the middle-aged woman smiles down at you. The smile seems to shine in comparison to the field of the pale dead, her gray clothes, and the dark and foreboding clouds overhead. "I'm happy to hear it, Silas. Take my hand."
You reach out weakly, but as you grasp her fingers you feel your strength return to you and your legs once more have the power to allow you to stand. As you get up you notice that your own skin seems to be free of the disease, although you know that it has simply receded and that the elves still maintain the actual cure. Also, you find that the barren field you were on has now changed to a hill of lush grass while the sun has begun to pierce the gray clouds overhead. At least you have your vitality back, however, which is more than you can say for the middle-aged woman. In a short amount of time the disease seems to have made a wreck of her, and she now stands hunch-backed and shaking. As you reach out to help her she pats your hand reassuringly. "Don't you fret now, nephew. I gave you another chance at life, but it's not something I can do again I'm afraid. The cost was too great, you see. There's always a cost for such things. Walk with me for a moment, for I like this place you have created with your mind. I think you will be a powerful mage one day, Silas. Have you ever thought of opening a school? And what of your family? You shouldn't neglect the family once you win this victory and earn your fame, deary. Too many talented men, do."
She walks along, chattering with you and giving matronly and unsolicited advice while awaiting any questions you have. You have the sense that you don't have much time with her.
You find yourself on the field of the dead once more, and the middle-aged woman smiles down at you. The smile seems to shine in comparison to the field of the pale dead, her gray clothes, and the dark and foreboding clouds overhead. "I'm happy to hear it, Silas. Take my hand."
You reach out weakly, but as you grasp her fingers you feel your strength return to you and your legs once more have the power to allow you to stand. As you get up you notice that your own skin seems to be free of the disease, although you know that it has simply receded and that the elves still maintain the actual cure. Also, you find that the barren field you were on has now changed to a hill of lush grass while the sun has begun to pierce the gray clouds overhead. At least you have your vitality back, however, which is more than you can say for the middle-aged woman. In a short amount of time the disease seems to have made a wreck of her, and she now stands hunch-backed and shaking. As you reach out to help her she pats your hand reassuringly. "Don't you fret now, nephew. I gave you another chance at life, but it's not something I can do again I'm afraid. The cost was too great, you see. There's always a cost for such things. Walk with me for a moment, for I like this place you have created with your mind. I think you will be a powerful mage one day, Silas. Have you ever thought of opening a school? And what of your family? You shouldn't neglect the family once you win this victory and earn your fame, deary. Too many talented men, do."
She walks along, chattering with you and giving matronly and unsolicited advice while awaiting any questions you have. You have the sense that you don't have much time with her.