4th of Suns’ebb
The Knights and Nurn arose.
Vek began casting a spell over everyone. “This will attune our bodies to the Positive Energy Plane.”
“Wait,” Broldek said. “It’s positive energy. Doesn’t that mean good?”
“Yes, for a time. You heal constantly. However, this becomes somewhat dangerous when you’ve healed to the fullest of your potential health… and your body keeps repairing itself. Your flesh becomes dense as the positive energy has nowhere to go, and keeps piling in.”
“How is that dangerous?”
“That’s not. The part where you explode in a riot of brilliant white light… is.”
“Gotcha.”
“Another thing. On this plane, gravity is subjective. When we shift over, choose which direction you want to be down. You will fall in that direction. If you choose a parallel angle, you can effectively fly over the ground.”
Kizzlorn opened the door to the kitchen. “Horacio, we’re going out for the day.”
“Very good, Meesstress Keezzlorn.”
“How are Grumbar and Meepo doing?”
Grumbar answered. “Oh, just great! Meepo’s really taken to dishwashing, and with me filthying up the dishes, we’re an unstoppable team!”
“That’s right,” Meepo said proudly.
“He’s my new best pal.”
“Aww, you MEEPO’S best pal!”
“C’mere, you!”
The two hugged. “Meepo,” Kizz said. “I have a gift for you. You have to promise to take care of this one, though.”
“OOOH, OOH, WHAT??” Meepo ran over, grinning.
She held out a small dragon. It was sleeping in her arms. “This is Scratch. He lost his master recently, and has been in need of a friend. Can you be that friend?”
Meepo gasped. “A… a dragon! Meepo could be MEEPO, MASTER OF DRAGONS once more!” He took Scratch in his gentle little arms. “Oh, he so cute!” Scratch woke up and licked his face. A tear formed in one of Meepo’s oddly shaped kobold eyes. “Meepo is so happy. Thank you!”
“You’re welcome. You’ve been doing well since you started working yesterday, and we believe in rewarding good work. Just remember that your privileges will be suspended if you try to kill us all again.”
“Meepo love Scratch. Scratch love Meepo?” Scratch chirped happily.
Kizzlorn smiled and closed the door. Dartan, behind her, said “Wasn’t Scratch a weasel?”
“Yes. Jamison turned him into a dragon before he died… because Scratch just likes being a dragon sometimes. I say if he’s happy that way, let him be. Plus, Meepo gets to own a dragon again, and the both of them have a companion.”
“Good plan.”
Nurn yelled “Excuse me, but could we maybe get started with, oh, I don’t know, the quest to slay the DAMNED DRAGON already?”
Kizzlorn remained calm. “Don’t get irritable with me.”
“Don’t waste my time, and maybe I won’t. Let’s go.”
Edge said “Say the word, Mistress Kizzlorn, and I’ll give him a concave adam’s apple.”
Nurn turned and glared down at him. “Oh, I’d LOVE to see the imp try.”
Kizz sighed. “Enough. Stop it, both of you. Vek, are we ready?”
“We are ready.”
“Let’s go, then.”
They shifted to the Positive Energy Plane. Reality melted around them and reformed as their eyes focused on what they were seeing.
The Positive Energy Plane was a gorgeous landscape of bright pastel colors and glimmering white air. Life sprang up everywhere. Light green grass waved, alien flowers grew, and water ran in small rivers, feeding the vegetation constantly.
The Knights chose the directions they would fall toward. They all fell to the ground, except for Oaken… who shot off to the west, screaming. Eventually, he figured out how to reverse it, and he shot back, then caused himself to fall to the ground near the group.
Vek looked down at him. “What was that?”
“You said if we chose a parallel direction, we could fly! That wasn’t flying, that was falling sideways!”
“I never said you’d FLY, as the spell. I said if you choose a direction, you’d FALL in that direction, effectively flying.”
Oaken stood up and brushed himself off. “Fine. Let’s go.”
“This is where the Soul Totem will aid us,” Vek said. “Look.” The Totem was hanging from his neck, but straight from him at a perpendicular angle… to the north. “We go north.” They went.
After a time, they found themselves looking at a shape in the distance. Spans of crystal, miles long and hundreds of feet wide, pulsed with a languid cadence of brilliance. The spans formed the edges of what resembled, for want of a better comparison, a snowflake of titanic proportions. Only the edges were apparent; the bulk of the structure was lost in the glare. Specks of darkness congregated near the nexus of several crystal spans. Floating near the specks was a massive spider-like creature.
“That’s the Bastion,” Kizz said. “but what are those things?”
“Demons,” replied Nurn. “here to intercept the descendant of Dydd and stop him from killing Ashardalon.”
In the distance, the demons saw them advancing and made ready for war.
“Correction: they’re here to die." Dartan pulled out his sword.
MORE TO COME…