Eternity RPG Chronicles: 22) Poor Illaid, Eternal Victory
This is the twenty-second 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: 22) Poor Illaid, Eternal Victory.
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Palin thought that he would likely never again see so beautiful a sight as what he held now. Death seemed so distant and the failures of the world were banished in his mind – if only in his mind. The golden armor he now wore along with his sword, re-forged, seemed to overwhelm him with the “truth” of righteousness. Those around him thought that his blackened and fiery demonic skin could not help but contrast with the holy armor he now wore, but somehow it lengthened the measure of respect they held for him.
Holding Deathbringer before him, Palin could see his own reflection in the gold brand. The beauty in what he saw came only partly from the angelic wings that enfolded his body; the rest came from the abstract concretion in vivid sensory detail of what it meant to be pure. It was all so clear to him now. Hy-Rasyl had truly chosen him for a grand purpose, and the cup of his love had overflowed into Palin’s willing and loyal hands.
He lowered his sword, the beauty of the knowledge of true devotion now solidly embodied in his heart. Turning his head, he knew before seeing that his wings were of love and faith, not of worldly make; he could no longer actually see them.
“What now? Should we find the last of the Mystic Kingstones?” He turned his sight back towards his friends then raised his eyes to the cavern above them. Soft whirring came from the edge above and slight breezes occasionally sent tiny pebbles landing somewhere near the party before getting lost in the darkness.
Edigo suddenly paled slightly. “Someone’s coming…back near the entrance of the Ziggurat it seems.” He broke off the spell he had been casting to commune with nature, and headed upwards towards the open cavern. Moments later the party was in position for an ambush. Three small vials of Black Rain bubbled in Thangoruin’s grasp as he faced the entrance and his three allies stood around him protectively. Illaid, master of the Guild of the Final Eclipse approached the party several electrified minutes later.
The Arch Mage, Illaid
“Thangoruin, I wouldn’t have believed it was you who had stolen the Mystic Kingstones…How dare you?” The stoic old man continued by instinctively raising his iron stave in the party’s direction. “You’ve no idea what you’ve done. Return the stones, now.” He thought he saw the pyromancer’s eyes twinkle even in the low light of the natural cavern.
“There’s no need for us to fight. Look, we were just about to have a small drink. Palin? You wanted some, yes?” He handed one of the vials over to his friend recently made Divine Defender of Hy-Rasyl.
“Absolutely. Have some Illaid, it will calm your nerves.” The two downed their potions recently concocted by the pyromancer, hoping beyond reason that the master wizard would fall for the trick. These Black Rain Vials had the effect of interrupting all of a person’s magical abilities, if only for a few moments.
“You can’t believe I would fall for such a simple trick? Me? Master of magic. Come now Thangoruin. No tricks.” In his own mind he couldn’t believe that he somehow actually wanted to take a drink. Surely I’m not so reckless as to even give him the possibility.
“No trick. You just saw us drink it. Detect poison if you want—detect magic! We have the stones, but we won’t just give them away…We may, however, negotiate.”
Persuaded To Oblivion
Illaid cautiously inched forward until grasped the last vial and could test it with his magic. He stared intently at the black liquid within. “You know that even if this was poisoned, it couldn’t kill me; my power is far too great.” Was that elf snickering? Insolent-
“Just consider it payback for the tea and crumpets you once offered me, mighty one.” Thangoruin barely withheld his mischievous smile as Illaid pompously downed the small potion. “We aren’t going to give you the Kingstones, Illaid. In fact, you’re through.”
“Arrogant—” Thangoruin’s staff landed heavily on Illaid’s bald head, knocking him unconscious. Just before he fell into darkness, Illaid could not believe the lack of wisdom he had just shown. The guild will be ruined…
A Mystic Doorway Opened At Last
Lanias walked over to the crumpled wizard and gave him a short kick in the stomach. “He’s really not so tough without his magic to protect him. Do you think he even realized the spells guarding him had faded?” He gave a small chuckle as the four placed the three Mystic Kingstones in the door in the adjacent room, leaving Illaid for the demons of the Ziggurat as they were whisked away to the realm of magic.