01-31-2015, 05:19 PM
The character decides to take the opportunity and drink some of the broth. The broth tastes foul as it slides sluggishly down his throat, then settles unpleasantly in his stomach. He braces himself against the goblet and lakes a few deep breaths.
The door at the far end of the chamber slams open deafeningly, and in strides Bythos. This is not the Byihos killed earlier, but a towering giant, fully llfty feet tall. His gaunt, leering features are all the more threatening for their size, and his elegant robes billow about lus huge frame. Bythos strides impatiently towards the goblet. 'You were nearly lat, Gatherer. You know the penalty for failure!' he says.
The nauseous feeling the characterhad when he drank Bvlhos's brew returns even more strongly. He gags involuntarily, then whines in pain as his body twists and buckles. His robe is split as he bursts out of it, growing all the lime. Byrhos stands aghast, watching his transformation. 'Nol Not you! There can be only one Master!' he howls. Then Bythos draws in his breath sharply, before hitting out a freezing blast at the character.
The crystals which form on the character's skin quickly melt and drip from him, and the character advances on Bythos. Bythos dodges to one side, then leaps for the wall. With a blow from his fist, be smashes a jagged hole in it and leaps through. The character is right behind Bythos as he flees across the crystal wastes. He finally slides to a halt at a place where a chain leads up into the clouds from a hoop in the pound. He grabs it and starts to tug, but before he can break the chain the character is upon him: finally they fight each other for supremacy in the Abyss!
Finally, Bythos topples to the ground, shattering into a mvriad liny fragments. The character reel in the chain until the wall of ce!ls breaks through the clouds; he then rip the bars off, freeing its miniature occupants. Thousands upon thousands of them totter feebly
out of the cells and mill around, gazing about them in wonderment. When they have all emerged, the character leads them back across the crystal wastes to the palace. There the character is greeted by the cowled Servants; thev bow low and proclaim you the new Ruler of the Abyss.
Now he must find a way of returning to Blackmoor, so he asks them how it is done. They tell him that Bylhos used a rare blue crystal, powdered and dissolved in water, to travel to the earthly plane. Some remains, stored in the palace, and the Servants set about preparing the potion. Time passes as they complete their task. Finally they present to the character a huge vessel full of clear blue iquid. The newly appointed Gatherer steps forward and speaks. "Majesty, a great quantity of this potion is required to transfer your mighty being. We have prepared as much as we could, bur unfortunately there is not enough both for you and for all these spirits to be returned. You must make a choice.'
With a deeply painful expression, that character choosesto give priority to the good people of Blackmoor and stay behind in the Abyss.
He watches as the former prisoners each take a sip of the blue liquid. One by one they dissolve away in a blue glow, until he is left with only the Servants lor company. He looks down sadly at the empty bowl, counting how many centuries and millennia it will be before the Servants can fill it once more. He is already feeling his mind drift.
Feeling deep sorrow, the character crashes to his knees and start praying his Patron, the Immortal presence that sent him on this difficult journey that is ended with safety for Blackmoor, but death for his companions and a destiny worse than death for him.
Suddenly, he feels a hand on his shoulder and turns around. In front of him a man with along beard, smiling: 'You did very well, my friend!'. The voice is the voice that originally called him out of Tangor!
'Set me free, my Lord! I can't resist buried in this pit out of time! The power over incorporeal servants isn't something for me!'
'I drank the broth of the Master as well, and, you know, there can't be two Masters!' He smiles broadly.
'YOU are my Master!' replies the character and immediately starts shrinking to his previous size.
'Look' says the new Master, summoning and then training a magic mirror showing the good people of Blackmoor back to their homes, rejoicing, while Calogrenant, the new King, restores order in Vestfold and in the rest of the Kingdom 'you saved Blackmoor and the whole planet that were right on the edge of the Abyss, but you can now drink the last dose of blue potion and go back to Tangor. But you will not be alone on the way, as you need a Master to teach you my ways before I come back to you for your next mission'
The character feels something slithing up his body, he turns and finds himself face-to-grinning-face with Cadueeus the Serpent. 'Much wisdom is mine,' he says, 'and T have enough time to share it with you. I hope you will find me an entertaining companion.' Given a choice, he might have preferred lighter company; bul he'll soon find that the serpent is as wise as he claims.
With his great knowledge to guide him. he will uncover secrets beyond imagination. But...
'What will be of you, my Lord! You will be trapped in this pit of darkness for millennia!'
'Don't worry, my friend, the passing of time doesn't have a big meaning for me: I have been already in the future and in the past, and I will go to the future and the past again. I will make the Abyss a place of light and wisdom that will enlight Blackmoor through the dimensions, until the people will be allowed to know my name and worship me with it!'
The door at the far end of the chamber slams open deafeningly, and in strides Bythos. This is not the Byihos killed earlier, but a towering giant, fully llfty feet tall. His gaunt, leering features are all the more threatening for their size, and his elegant robes billow about lus huge frame. Bythos strides impatiently towards the goblet. 'You were nearly lat, Gatherer. You know the penalty for failure!' he says.
The nauseous feeling the characterhad when he drank Bvlhos's brew returns even more strongly. He gags involuntarily, then whines in pain as his body twists and buckles. His robe is split as he bursts out of it, growing all the lime. Byrhos stands aghast, watching his transformation. 'Nol Not you! There can be only one Master!' he howls. Then Bythos draws in his breath sharply, before hitting out a freezing blast at the character.
The crystals which form on the character's skin quickly melt and drip from him, and the character advances on Bythos. Bythos dodges to one side, then leaps for the wall. With a blow from his fist, be smashes a jagged hole in it and leaps through. The character is right behind Bythos as he flees across the crystal wastes. He finally slides to a halt at a place where a chain leads up into the clouds from a hoop in the pound. He grabs it and starts to tug, but before he can break the chain the character is upon him: finally they fight each other for supremacy in the Abyss!
Finally, Bythos topples to the ground, shattering into a mvriad liny fragments. The character reel in the chain until the wall of ce!ls breaks through the clouds; he then rip the bars off, freeing its miniature occupants. Thousands upon thousands of them totter feebly
out of the cells and mill around, gazing about them in wonderment. When they have all emerged, the character leads them back across the crystal wastes to the palace. There the character is greeted by the cowled Servants; thev bow low and proclaim you the new Ruler of the Abyss.
Now he must find a way of returning to Blackmoor, so he asks them how it is done. They tell him that Bylhos used a rare blue crystal, powdered and dissolved in water, to travel to the earthly plane. Some remains, stored in the palace, and the Servants set about preparing the potion. Time passes as they complete their task. Finally they present to the character a huge vessel full of clear blue iquid. The newly appointed Gatherer steps forward and speaks. "Majesty, a great quantity of this potion is required to transfer your mighty being. We have prepared as much as we could, bur unfortunately there is not enough both for you and for all these spirits to be returned. You must make a choice.'
With a deeply painful expression, that character choosesto give priority to the good people of Blackmoor and stay behind in the Abyss.
He watches as the former prisoners each take a sip of the blue liquid. One by one they dissolve away in a blue glow, until he is left with only the Servants lor company. He looks down sadly at the empty bowl, counting how many centuries and millennia it will be before the Servants can fill it once more. He is already feeling his mind drift.
Feeling deep sorrow, the character crashes to his knees and start praying his Patron, the Immortal presence that sent him on this difficult journey that is ended with safety for Blackmoor, but death for his companions and a destiny worse than death for him.
Suddenly, he feels a hand on his shoulder and turns around. In front of him a man with along beard, smiling: 'You did very well, my friend!'. The voice is the voice that originally called him out of Tangor!
'Set me free, my Lord! I can't resist buried in this pit out of time! The power over incorporeal servants isn't something for me!'
'I drank the broth of the Master as well, and, you know, there can't be two Masters!' He smiles broadly.
'YOU are my Master!' replies the character and immediately starts shrinking to his previous size.
'Look' says the new Master, summoning and then training a magic mirror showing the good people of Blackmoor back to their homes, rejoicing, while Calogrenant, the new King, restores order in Vestfold and in the rest of the Kingdom 'you saved Blackmoor and the whole planet that were right on the edge of the Abyss, but you can now drink the last dose of blue potion and go back to Tangor. But you will not be alone on the way, as you need a Master to teach you my ways before I come back to you for your next mission'
The character feels something slithing up his body, he turns and finds himself face-to-grinning-face with Cadueeus the Serpent. 'Much wisdom is mine,' he says, 'and T have enough time to share it with you. I hope you will find me an entertaining companion.' Given a choice, he might have preferred lighter company; bul he'll soon find that the serpent is as wise as he claims.
With his great knowledge to guide him. he will uncover secrets beyond imagination. But...
'What will be of you, my Lord! You will be trapped in this pit of darkness for millennia!'
'Don't worry, my friend, the passing of time doesn't have a big meaning for me: I have been already in the future and in the past, and I will go to the future and the past again. I will make the Abyss a place of light and wisdom that will enlight Blackmoor through the dimensions, until the people will be allowed to know my name and worship me with it!'
He's a real Nowhere man, sitting in his Nowhere land,
making all his Nowhere plans for Nobody.
making all his Nowhere plans for Nobody.