Eternity RPG Chronicles: 21) Watchers of Indecision
This is the twenty-first Eternity RPG story of the famous 2nd campaign of Eternity RPG. These short stories are based on the tabletop RPG game sessions we played of Eternity RPG back in 2010. They were originally written for the players of our Eternity RPG campaigns (who already had intimate knowledge of the story’s plots and characters), and may not make perfect sense when read as a series. They are, however, still fun fantasy short stories to read though! Please enjoy Eternity RPG Chronicles: 21) Watchers of Indecision.
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Ellion, Writer Of The Chronicles Of Aeturnum
To what end will such trudging through such putrid swamps achieve? Towards what end do four of light and presumably death embark? This scholar knows the truth of their heritage, but knows not the truth of their hearts. Such a simple quest it seems, taken for the mere enjoyment of a friend and ally—to find a rare and beautiful horse of ghostly white among torrents of black rain. Such darkened rain in the swamps of Leonic pilfer the very heart of magic, and not even those born of Eternals are immune to its touch, the ghost of magic.
Why do they trudge so? Are they not above such petty tasks, this scholar cannot help but ask? Always doomed to travel and help those that can do their own work, surely as these four can slay a dragon. Yet here they are, poor fools. Chasing a horse, chasing a thief, helping a thief and his band of outcasts; werewolves as they are. Even my notes, Hagraven forbid, clot with the insufficiency of it all. When will my favorite heroes return to heroism? A question I cannot comprehend at the present moment. But what’s this? A lost temple of sorts? Perhaps here they will discover the truth. Considering the abysmal state of things, one can only hope.
-Chronicles of Aeturnum (Ellion)
The Lost Ziggurat
“The Lost Ziggurat. Well this brings back memories.” I tremble in the morning chill as the black rain begins to drip once again. I pull close my leather cloak and huddle down. “Huh…I’m surprised they found it. It’s been so long since…” A haunting moan splits the air and I move for cover among the ghastly trees. My four friends quicken their paces in the swamp as a figure assaults them. I want to help them, but I don’t. My blade stays fixed in its holder, though I can feel my muscles tighten as if it were already in my hand, ready to kill. “No. This is their battle to be won, just as will be of Zemur Adas.” The fight draws to an end, and my friends still have not seen me. A ghostly horse stands majestically atop the Ziggurat, and I know how it calls to them, as it once calls to me. “Oh how I envy them.”
Following The Ghost Mare
My mind wandered to the last six days trailing them, grudgingly owing my stealth to previous occupations. They had set off in search of the “Ghost Mare,” a legendary beast that appeared only in the black rain of the nation of Leonic. They had come across the beast early in their journey, but the beast had successfully lured them here.
I laugh a hearty bellow, and quickly stifle my loud mouth with a callused hand. Fool, don’t give yourself away. Adrenaline pumps to my already tense muscles, but the moment passes, and it becomes clear to me that my hiding place holds its virtue.
“The beast, that’s right.” I push aside a sopping branch to get a better view of my old acquaintance and the four men who stand before it. Yes they’ve been lured. This journey won’t be so simple as I imagine they had thought. Another deep chuckle barely passes my closed lips, but the rain is pouring now, too loud for small sounds to be noticed. I watch and wait.