Dr Midnight
Explorer
EPILOGUE
Jamison and Raelin stood over the blackened spot on the ground where the stone of Tharizdun had been blasted into dust. The power of Pelor had smote it in a blinding beam of white-yellow light, and now thin tendrils of smoke and a few grains of shattered rock were all that remained. They glowed like coals dying in an extinguished campfire.
The wizard sighed. “I’m so glad that’s over with. You wouldn’t believe the things it made me do… the madness I knew under its effects.”
Raelin put the Glaring Sun around his neck. “Pelor’s grace is boundless and kind. If you are truly sorry, you will be forgiven.”
“Will I?” He looked at the cleric. “I… I murdered hundreds of people. I laughed while I did it. I enjoyed it all.”
“That wasn’t you, though. You were bent to evil’s ways by an artifact… which has now been soundly destroyed. You are not at fault.”
“I’m not so sure. Would the families of my victims forgive me? Could they?”
Raelin smiled kindly. “Jamison, it’s only human to feel a want for revenge. What the followers of Pelor try to learn and understand is that it’s not our place to judge. That is for the Shining One. We act as agents of his will, but we always try to know of patience and understanding. Forgiveness is divine, it’s said… and redemption is one of the greatest gifts He can give. Do not be troubled.” He put a hand on Jamison’s shoulder, and the two walked inside. “Now… let’s go give Horacio something to cook up.”
“Dragon?”
“Dragon.” They walked into Spellforge Keep.
The moon shone down on the land and lit everything up in a dim blue. The treetops blew as a wind skirted over them, and the clouds lay about the sky in a thin, rippled pattern. The grass waved at the spot where Tharizdun’s stone had been destroyed. The autumn breeze blew the dwindling tendrils of smoke about over the ruined black shards. The last glowing ember winked out.
There was a noise like a candle being gently blown out. A dark form appeared, standing on the grass.
“…Where am I?”
Jamison and Raelin stood over the blackened spot on the ground where the stone of Tharizdun had been blasted into dust. The power of Pelor had smote it in a blinding beam of white-yellow light, and now thin tendrils of smoke and a few grains of shattered rock were all that remained. They glowed like coals dying in an extinguished campfire.
The wizard sighed. “I’m so glad that’s over with. You wouldn’t believe the things it made me do… the madness I knew under its effects.”
Raelin put the Glaring Sun around his neck. “Pelor’s grace is boundless and kind. If you are truly sorry, you will be forgiven.”
“Will I?” He looked at the cleric. “I… I murdered hundreds of people. I laughed while I did it. I enjoyed it all.”
“That wasn’t you, though. You were bent to evil’s ways by an artifact… which has now been soundly destroyed. You are not at fault.”
“I’m not so sure. Would the families of my victims forgive me? Could they?”
Raelin smiled kindly. “Jamison, it’s only human to feel a want for revenge. What the followers of Pelor try to learn and understand is that it’s not our place to judge. That is for the Shining One. We act as agents of his will, but we always try to know of patience and understanding. Forgiveness is divine, it’s said… and redemption is one of the greatest gifts He can give. Do not be troubled.” He put a hand on Jamison’s shoulder, and the two walked inside. “Now… let’s go give Horacio something to cook up.”
“Dragon?”
“Dragon.” They walked into Spellforge Keep.
The moon shone down on the land and lit everything up in a dim blue. The treetops blew as a wind skirted over them, and the clouds lay about the sky in a thin, rippled pattern. The grass waved at the spot where Tharizdun’s stone had been destroyed. The autumn breeze blew the dwindling tendrils of smoke about over the ruined black shards. The last glowing ember winked out.
There was a noise like a candle being gently blown out. A dark form appeared, standing on the grass.
“…Where am I?”
