A black wolf padded silently through the forest, his head turning from side to side as he sniffed at the air. As he drew near to a break in the trees, his pace slackened and the around the wolf began to shimmer. In the space between one footstep and the next, the wolf became a man, striding to the edge of the trees.
Brigath leaned against the bole of a tall pine and looked out over the old lava flow that intruded into this arm of the forest. His eyes followed the black river of stone to the south, down towards the lagoon and the dueling rings. Muttering a mild curse, he slid down the trunk of the tree until he was sitting and pulled a hunk of bread out of his satchel.
“Damn Steven and his wine cellar, “ he chuckled to himself as he began to eat. “And damn me for being a stubborn old fool. Someone tells me it’d take two years to find something on this island, and of course I have to set out to prove them wrong.” Brigath’s eyes turned northward, looking up at the crown of the volcano that loomed over him. “Well I don’t have to tell him I went looking and didn’t find it, but as long as I’ve come this far up here, I might as well check out the tower everyone’s going to be fighting for next week.” He finished his bread and climbed to his feet. With a whisper and another shimmer, the black wolf returned and began loping up the mountain, staying in the trees along side the lava flow.
Before long, he came upon a trail, switching back and forth up the rocky slope as the way grew steeper. The heat of the molten rock running beneath the earth began radiating from the very stones of the path. Just as he was about to transform back into human form so that his shoes would offer some meager protection from the heat, he caught a fresh scent among the sulfurous fumes of the mountain. He waited. Another down draft from the rim of the crater passed him by and it carried with it the smell of a man.
Curious, Brigath assumed human shape and hurried up the path. As his head rose above the lip of stone that signaled the end of the trail, a blast of heat from the lake of lava hit him and forced him to drop to his knees behind the shelter of the stone. Clearly, he was crazy to think he would have been able to approach the tower without holding its key. But that wasn’t what was occupying his mind at the moment. As soon as he was able, he began making his way back down the mountain. He wanted to find someone who had more knowledge of the island than he. For he could have sworn that in his brief glimpse of the lake and tower, he saw the stones of the roadway to the tower slowly sinking back into the lava, as though the keeper had just passed. And unless he was sorely mistaken, there was no keeper at the moment.
Inception
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Finally, after endless years of planning he could relax. While he wouldn’t consider it stressful- always watching his back, yet his inner-being had grown thin with the endless thought of being discovered. Of course, he had nothing to fear. Fear itself only resides in the knowledge of being in the wrong. He was doing nothing wrong. If he had the power to, then why should he refrain from using it?
Perched near the top of St. Elmo’s Fire, on his favorite outcropping – the one that gives him the best view of the island, he thought to himself with a smile, after two years… the time is drawing near. Soon they will know who the master is, and who the servants are. Two years ago, as he recalled, he was transported here to start his initial phase upon this realm. Although his plan had progressed slowly, very slowly at one point or another, he was quite content with its progression as of late. Now, with the decrease to four Keepers the Isle was as vulnerable as ever. No, he thought, not vulnerable... perhaps ‘eager to step forth into the greater realms’. With my help, of course. The Isle possessed the potential, like so many he had seen before it. Potential that had seldom been released. In fact, he had only seen it been accessed once by a man the inhabitants called ‘Klytus’. There were also five other individuals who could tap into this raw power… the Keepers. They were what he feared the most. If they ever discovered the power the Isle possesses… his plan would not succeed.
But, he didn’t have to worry about that. Their seldom appearance on the Isle gave him much to think about. If the Keepers have lost their faith in what they protect, he thought to himself, then perhaps their error will work to my advantage. By this time his eyes had wandered to where the trees part and gave way to St. Elmo’s Fire. That’s odd... a wolf, this high up? Clearly this is an omen, the thought, whether good or bad I do not know. Too early for any rash assumptions. As he watched the wolf closely a reoccurring thought plagued his mind – a scout. So, there is someone who still occupies the Isle and cares for it.
But, just as he was about to lay waste to the vile creature it started to change shape. As he learned forward, straining his eyes to make out the man, an explosion of heat sent the curious man downwards. The defenses had taken into effect: the receding walkway… the explosion of heat… the rising lava... all of these had aided in keeping him concealed in secrecy. Grinning to himself he stood up dusting off his robes. “What a fool,” he spoke is his raspy voice, “a big fool. If all men are as he is,” he added, “then I shall have no problems… No problems at all.”
He emitted a low laugh as he slowly headed towards his place of residence. It had given him the greatest possible defense against his pesky neighbors. The heat, he didn’t mind. The lava wasn’t bad as long as one stayed upon the rocks. “No problems,” he repeated as he continued along the rocky path to his home… his and no one else’s… his Tower of Fire.
Perched near the top of St. Elmo’s Fire, on his favorite outcropping – the one that gives him the best view of the island, he thought to himself with a smile, after two years… the time is drawing near. Soon they will know who the master is, and who the servants are. Two years ago, as he recalled, he was transported here to start his initial phase upon this realm. Although his plan had progressed slowly, very slowly at one point or another, he was quite content with its progression as of late. Now, with the decrease to four Keepers the Isle was as vulnerable as ever. No, he thought, not vulnerable... perhaps ‘eager to step forth into the greater realms’. With my help, of course. The Isle possessed the potential, like so many he had seen before it. Potential that had seldom been released. In fact, he had only seen it been accessed once by a man the inhabitants called ‘Klytus’. There were also five other individuals who could tap into this raw power… the Keepers. They were what he feared the most. If they ever discovered the power the Isle possesses… his plan would not succeed.
But, he didn’t have to worry about that. Their seldom appearance on the Isle gave him much to think about. If the Keepers have lost their faith in what they protect, he thought to himself, then perhaps their error will work to my advantage. By this time his eyes had wandered to where the trees part and gave way to St. Elmo’s Fire. That’s odd... a wolf, this high up? Clearly this is an omen, the thought, whether good or bad I do not know. Too early for any rash assumptions. As he watched the wolf closely a reoccurring thought plagued his mind – a scout. So, there is someone who still occupies the Isle and cares for it.
But, just as he was about to lay waste to the vile creature it started to change shape. As he learned forward, straining his eyes to make out the man, an explosion of heat sent the curious man downwards. The defenses had taken into effect: the receding walkway… the explosion of heat… the rising lava... all of these had aided in keeping him concealed in secrecy. Grinning to himself he stood up dusting off his robes. “What a fool,” he spoke is his raspy voice, “a big fool. If all men are as he is,” he added, “then I shall have no problems… No problems at all.”
He emitted a low laugh as he slowly headed towards his place of residence. It had given him the greatest possible defense against his pesky neighbors. The heat, he didn’t mind. The lava wasn’t bad as long as one stayed upon the rocks. “No problems,” he repeated as he continued along the rocky path to his home… his and no one else’s… his Tower of Fire.
"For mine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen"
Brigath sat on the shore of the lagoon with his legs drawn up, arms wrapped around his knees. His eyes followed the gentle rush of water up the sand that each wave brought, imagining that the ocean was constantly reaching for him, but always falling a few inches short.
“So I’m not the only one who likes coming here during off-hours.” The voice from behind him was friendly and familiar. Brigath turned his head to greet Topaz with a smile.
“I have to admit, I was sort of hoping to run into you here.” He patted the sand next to him. “Do you have some time to sit for a spell? No pun intended.” The last statement was made with a twinkle in his eye. “I was wondering if I could impose upon your knowledge of the Keepers and their Towers.”
Topaz chuckled as she folded herself onto the sand. “My knowledge on that is limited, but what little I have I’d be happy to share with you.”
Brig smiled his thanks to her and began to relate the events of his excursion to the Tower of Fire. When he mentioned that he sensed someone in the crater, she interrupted him. “That’s not possible.”
“Right, that’s what I’ve been told. The thing is I saw the roadway to the tower sinking back into the lava. I mentioned this to Steven last night and he told me it was most likely just the tower’s own defense against intruders. That it didn’t necessarily mean the tower was inhabited.”
A slight frown touched Topaz’s lips. “There shouldn’t be a roadway without a Keeper willing it to be there. You know, that almost sounds like the tower is searching for a keeper itself.”
Brigath’s brows lowered with a look of concern. “What if it’s already found one? I know there was someone else up there.” He turned his gaze back out over the lagoon, thinking for a moment, then shrugged. “Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Maybe it’s just some powerful mage looking for a place to hide out for a while.”
For a time there was only the sound of the breaking waves as they both reflected upon their own thoughts. Topaz was the first to break the silence. “So, there’s a Keeper replacement or some such in the not so empty tower. Someone who’s powerful enough to get into a tower without an invitation.”
“That’s kind of the conclusion that I came to. What do you think I should do?”
“Talking with the other Keepers would probably be a good start.”
Brigath nodded, “That’s a good idea. They are obviously the best ones to deal with this if there really is something to worry about. I just hope they’ll take me seriously. And maybe it will just work itself out once there is an official Keeper of Fire again. Do you think I should wait until after the Key of Fire has been awarded?”
Topaz shook her head. “No, it’s days until that occurs. A lot could happen between now and then. If the intruder is that powerful, chonomancy might be one of the powers.”
“An excellent point. Is there a keeper you recommend I start with, then?”
Topaz thought for a moment “Hmmm, come to think of it, they are all ever so busy with the situations in their personal lives. An intruder couldn’t have picked a better time. Max is taut with the situation with PJ, Shakira and Anubis. Psly is going crazy. And Cory has been crazy and also heavily under Anubis’ influence. Wulfson is definitely the sanest of the bunch”
Brigath sighed. “Ah well, guess I’ll just try them all and see what comes of it.” He stood, offering her his hand to help her rise. “I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me. Hopefully this is nothing and we’ll all have a good laugh at the expense of my paranoia later. I’d better get going though, if I have to track all the keepers down.”
He set off down the beach at a run, shimmered into the form of a wolf and loped away.
“So I’m not the only one who likes coming here during off-hours.” The voice from behind him was friendly and familiar. Brigath turned his head to greet Topaz with a smile.
“I have to admit, I was sort of hoping to run into you here.” He patted the sand next to him. “Do you have some time to sit for a spell? No pun intended.” The last statement was made with a twinkle in his eye. “I was wondering if I could impose upon your knowledge of the Keepers and their Towers.”
Topaz chuckled as she folded herself onto the sand. “My knowledge on that is limited, but what little I have I’d be happy to share with you.”
Brig smiled his thanks to her and began to relate the events of his excursion to the Tower of Fire. When he mentioned that he sensed someone in the crater, she interrupted him. “That’s not possible.”
“Right, that’s what I’ve been told. The thing is I saw the roadway to the tower sinking back into the lava. I mentioned this to Steven last night and he told me it was most likely just the tower’s own defense against intruders. That it didn’t necessarily mean the tower was inhabited.”
A slight frown touched Topaz’s lips. “There shouldn’t be a roadway without a Keeper willing it to be there. You know, that almost sounds like the tower is searching for a keeper itself.”
Brigath’s brows lowered with a look of concern. “What if it’s already found one? I know there was someone else up there.” He turned his gaze back out over the lagoon, thinking for a moment, then shrugged. “Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Maybe it’s just some powerful mage looking for a place to hide out for a while.”
For a time there was only the sound of the breaking waves as they both reflected upon their own thoughts. Topaz was the first to break the silence. “So, there’s a Keeper replacement or some such in the not so empty tower. Someone who’s powerful enough to get into a tower without an invitation.”
“That’s kind of the conclusion that I came to. What do you think I should do?”
“Talking with the other Keepers would probably be a good start.”
Brigath nodded, “That’s a good idea. They are obviously the best ones to deal with this if there really is something to worry about. I just hope they’ll take me seriously. And maybe it will just work itself out once there is an official Keeper of Fire again. Do you think I should wait until after the Key of Fire has been awarded?”
Topaz shook her head. “No, it’s days until that occurs. A lot could happen between now and then. If the intruder is that powerful, chonomancy might be one of the powers.”
“An excellent point. Is there a keeper you recommend I start with, then?”
Topaz thought for a moment “Hmmm, come to think of it, they are all ever so busy with the situations in their personal lives. An intruder couldn’t have picked a better time. Max is taut with the situation with PJ, Shakira and Anubis. Psly is going crazy. And Cory has been crazy and also heavily under Anubis’ influence. Wulfson is definitely the sanest of the bunch”
Brigath sighed. “Ah well, guess I’ll just try them all and see what comes of it.” He stood, offering her his hand to help her rise. “I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me. Hopefully this is nothing and we’ll all have a good laugh at the expense of my paranoia later. I’d better get going though, if I have to track all the keepers down.”
He set off down the beach at a run, shimmered into the form of a wolf and loped away.
So, another one has decided to run instead of fighting, he thought to himself as he paced around his tower, thinking of the now vacant Tower of Earth. It was fine by him, one less opponent to defeat. Then again, one has to put up a worthy amount of resistance to be considered an opponent; otherwise you are nothing but a bystander watching the situation unfold. So, naturally, one less bystander was all the same to him.
“They will give me no challenge,” he spoke aloud to himself, “by now they have to know that I am here. Surely the scout would have informed those whom sit with power. It has been days and nothing had materialized from his close-encounter with the scout – whom he had found out was a man named Brigath – and he thought that nothing would. They fear me, he thought with much joy. Soon, this forsaken place will find its way into the Greater Realms.
It had been a while since his master had taught him about the Greater and Lesser Realms. He could remember the old man, aged beyond his years, setting him down for one of his last lesson. “The universe,’ he said, ‘is comprised of dozens of realms. Each realm has its strength and weakness. A true sorcerer has the ability to manipulate the power that is possessed by the realm to suit the individual’s needs. At the peak of the power, that is – when the potential power equals the actually power that is used; the realm enters the Greater Realms. These ‘Great Realms’ are the epitome of the magic realms and the masters of these rule all. In this last lesson I present you with your final task… discover a new realm... conquer it… and bring it into the Greater Realms. Doing so will prove you worthy.”
He shook his head as if by shaking it he could somehow relieve the anger building up inside. Young One, Young One, Young One – he thought to himself – he never acknowledged me with my true name. ‘The One’. He envied my skill. That was his downfall. While his master had proven to be fiercer than he had anticipated, The One managed to overthrow his master and deal him the lethal blow that he had been waiting to do for so long. Killing one’s master was not unheard of in the culture in which he resided. However, bearing the name ‘Master’ without the appropriate tests was a taboo – one of the highest consequences, to be exact. Therefore, even with the death of his master, he found himself trapped on this Isle full of infidels. If he were to address himself as Master then he would have the whole community after him ready to take him down.
While The One was superior to all, he could not foresee any situation where he would be able to defeat the onslaught of his peers. Their numbers reached well into the hundreds and while most were weak – if they ever banded together they would prove to be his final downfall.
“That is why I must gain the rank of Master,” he spoke again. “Once I do that I can kill them off one by one until ‘The One’ is deemed the greatest and all the realms will have no choice but to kneel before me.” He laughed in a deep booming fashion.
All is going to plan…
“They will give me no challenge,” he spoke aloud to himself, “by now they have to know that I am here. Surely the scout would have informed those whom sit with power. It has been days and nothing had materialized from his close-encounter with the scout – whom he had found out was a man named Brigath – and he thought that nothing would. They fear me, he thought with much joy. Soon, this forsaken place will find its way into the Greater Realms.
It had been a while since his master had taught him about the Greater and Lesser Realms. He could remember the old man, aged beyond his years, setting him down for one of his last lesson. “The universe,’ he said, ‘is comprised of dozens of realms. Each realm has its strength and weakness. A true sorcerer has the ability to manipulate the power that is possessed by the realm to suit the individual’s needs. At the peak of the power, that is – when the potential power equals the actually power that is used; the realm enters the Greater Realms. These ‘Great Realms’ are the epitome of the magic realms and the masters of these rule all. In this last lesson I present you with your final task… discover a new realm... conquer it… and bring it into the Greater Realms. Doing so will prove you worthy.”
He shook his head as if by shaking it he could somehow relieve the anger building up inside. Young One, Young One, Young One – he thought to himself – he never acknowledged me with my true name. ‘The One’. He envied my skill. That was his downfall. While his master had proven to be fiercer than he had anticipated, The One managed to overthrow his master and deal him the lethal blow that he had been waiting to do for so long. Killing one’s master was not unheard of in the culture in which he resided. However, bearing the name ‘Master’ without the appropriate tests was a taboo – one of the highest consequences, to be exact. Therefore, even with the death of his master, he found himself trapped on this Isle full of infidels. If he were to address himself as Master then he would have the whole community after him ready to take him down.
While The One was superior to all, he could not foresee any situation where he would be able to defeat the onslaught of his peers. Their numbers reached well into the hundreds and while most were weak – if they ever banded together they would prove to be his final downfall.
“That is why I must gain the rank of Master,” he spoke again. “Once I do that I can kill them off one by one until ‘The One’ is deemed the greatest and all the realms will have no choice but to kneel before me.” He laughed in a deep booming fashion.
All is going to plan…
"For mine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen"
A little bit darker
“Something isn’t right,” said a blond haired, green-robed figure in his soft, whispery, gravelly voice. Standing within Ring Alpha, he listened to a voice only he could hear. After a few moments, he nodded.
“Aye. I concur – it ‘tis not the one known as Pale Sovereign. I’m not certain this new threat is any less than the one he posed. Still, this one’s aura is more… elusive. I can’t quite place it. That alone bothers me. You, too, I would imagine.” There was silence, then he nodded again.
“Do the Keepers know?”
Silence.
“That shall be sufficient, then.”
Silence.
“Because the last time I took a direct role in defending you, the Keepers were nearly indifferent to your plight as a magical sickness weakened you. All was almost lost even before the Pale One put me in a time-trap. Had I not drawn him in with me, I fear all would have been lost.”
Silence.
“No, that is exactly why I must not intervene. I am convinced that the Keepers had grown lazy in their duties, certain that I would be able to save you. I shall not make that mistake again.”
Silence.
“Yes, I am your Maker, but the Keepers are your Guardians. They are a part of you, even more so than I am. It is their task to defend you.”
Silence.
“I am helping you, as best as I know how. My last effort to save you was a failure.”
Silence.
“Yes, I know the Pale One went away, but that is not the point! The Pale One was a test of them. Of you. A test that was left incomplete because of my meddling. Had your Keepers been permitted to complete that test unhindered by me, this new 'threat' might not even be here now. It is a mistake I will not make again.”
Silence.
“Because I believe that saving someone is one of the worst things you can do for them – you steal from them the chance to save themselves, and leave them weaker than when you found them. You and your Keepers must do this on your own.”
Silence.
“Yes. That is a very real possibility.”
Silence.
“No. I will not.”
A very long silence.
“Of course, I shall, if it comes to that. It is my hope, however, that it will not.”
Silence.
“Then be well... and be strong.”
Without another word, the man vanished, and Twilight Island seemed to grow just a little bit darker.
“Aye. I concur – it ‘tis not the one known as Pale Sovereign. I’m not certain this new threat is any less than the one he posed. Still, this one’s aura is more… elusive. I can’t quite place it. That alone bothers me. You, too, I would imagine.” There was silence, then he nodded again.
“Do the Keepers know?”
Silence.
“That shall be sufficient, then.”
Silence.
“Because the last time I took a direct role in defending you, the Keepers were nearly indifferent to your plight as a magical sickness weakened you. All was almost lost even before the Pale One put me in a time-trap. Had I not drawn him in with me, I fear all would have been lost.”
Silence.
“No, that is exactly why I must not intervene. I am convinced that the Keepers had grown lazy in their duties, certain that I would be able to save you. I shall not make that mistake again.”
Silence.
“Yes, I am your Maker, but the Keepers are your Guardians. They are a part of you, even more so than I am. It is their task to defend you.”
Silence.
“I am helping you, as best as I know how. My last effort to save you was a failure.”
Silence.
“Yes, I know the Pale One went away, but that is not the point! The Pale One was a test of them. Of you. A test that was left incomplete because of my meddling. Had your Keepers been permitted to complete that test unhindered by me, this new 'threat' might not even be here now. It is a mistake I will not make again.”
Silence.
“Because I believe that saving someone is one of the worst things you can do for them – you steal from them the chance to save themselves, and leave them weaker than when you found them. You and your Keepers must do this on your own.”
Silence.
“Yes. That is a very real possibility.”
Silence.
“No. I will not.”
A very long silence.
“Of course, I shall, if it comes to that. It is my hope, however, that it will not.”
Silence.
“Then be well... and be strong.”
Without another word, the man vanished, and Twilight Island seemed to grow just a little bit darker.
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The man I was is the crucible which has forged the man I have become.
Brigath lowered the wine glass from his lips with a satisfied sigh. "I'll find your cache someday, you mark my words."
Steven refilled his wine and smiled in good-natured mockery, "Of course you will, Brigath. Of course you will."
"You know, I was out looking for it when I discovered the intruder in the Tower of Fire. I wasn't going to admit it, but Topaz guessed at it anyway."
"Intruder?" Steven's brows rose slightly. "I take it then, that you believe my assumption that it was an automatic defense of the Tower was incorrect?"
Brigath looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment, then answered, "Well, I didn't want to say so at the time, since you seemed so confident. But I went and talked to Topaz about it later and she confirmed for me the fact that the roadway should not have been up except in the presence of the Keeper."
Steven nodded slowly, considering, as Brigath continued. "When I combine that with the fact that I sensed someone else up there, I have to say that I'm a little concerned. As I read it, there's someone hanging around with at least some of the powers of the Keeper of Fire, even though he does not hold the key."
"I would be fooling myself if I said I have not felt 'something' as well." Steven's word's caught Brigath by surprise. "I spend my days roaming the Isle... St. Elmo's Fire... It's too active to be vacant."
Brigath lowered his glass to the table. "So maybe I'm not being paranoid after all."
"Perhaps I should look into this a bit more than I have in the past." Steven's glass also found it's way to the table.
Brigath looked relieved as he said, "It would make me feel a lot better if you would. I've been trying to get in touch with the keeper and have had frighteningly poor success." He frowned as a thought entered his mind. "In fact, it makes me wonder a bit at the timing of this all." He began to tick items off on his fingers. "First, the Tower of Fire goes vacant, then as I am trying to reach the keepers I find Max and lo and behold he's just retired, leaving the Tower of Earth vacant as well..."
Steven interrupted him. "Do you think he might have known? About the 'visitor', I mean... Assuming there is one."
"Max?" Brigath shook his head. "No I don't think so. He seemed genuinely concerned, but having abdicated his post, could do nothing to help out. But I wonder if our 'visitor' had some inkling that it would happen."
Brig ticked off the last three fingers on his hand. "Cory, Psly, Wulfson... all nowhere to be found. It seems like the 'visitor' couldn't have asked for better conditions if he was planning something underhanded." He sighed "Which of course is all assumption. I could very well be making a mountain out of a molehill. But something tells me that I'm not. I just hope that when the two new Keepers are appointed tonight, they will listen to me."
Steven wore a serious look on his face. "In a place like the Isle, seldom is there a molehill. The Isle has power. Power that can call out to individuals."
Brigath too looked serious. "That's what I'm afraid of..."
Steven refilled his wine and smiled in good-natured mockery, "Of course you will, Brigath. Of course you will."
"You know, I was out looking for it when I discovered the intruder in the Tower of Fire. I wasn't going to admit it, but Topaz guessed at it anyway."
"Intruder?" Steven's brows rose slightly. "I take it then, that you believe my assumption that it was an automatic defense of the Tower was incorrect?"
Brigath looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment, then answered, "Well, I didn't want to say so at the time, since you seemed so confident. But I went and talked to Topaz about it later and she confirmed for me the fact that the roadway should not have been up except in the presence of the Keeper."
Steven nodded slowly, considering, as Brigath continued. "When I combine that with the fact that I sensed someone else up there, I have to say that I'm a little concerned. As I read it, there's someone hanging around with at least some of the powers of the Keeper of Fire, even though he does not hold the key."
"I would be fooling myself if I said I have not felt 'something' as well." Steven's word's caught Brigath by surprise. "I spend my days roaming the Isle... St. Elmo's Fire... It's too active to be vacant."
Brigath lowered his glass to the table. "So maybe I'm not being paranoid after all."
"Perhaps I should look into this a bit more than I have in the past." Steven's glass also found it's way to the table.
Brigath looked relieved as he said, "It would make me feel a lot better if you would. I've been trying to get in touch with the keeper and have had frighteningly poor success." He frowned as a thought entered his mind. "In fact, it makes me wonder a bit at the timing of this all." He began to tick items off on his fingers. "First, the Tower of Fire goes vacant, then as I am trying to reach the keepers I find Max and lo and behold he's just retired, leaving the Tower of Earth vacant as well..."
Steven interrupted him. "Do you think he might have known? About the 'visitor', I mean... Assuming there is one."
"Max?" Brigath shook his head. "No I don't think so. He seemed genuinely concerned, but having abdicated his post, could do nothing to help out. But I wonder if our 'visitor' had some inkling that it would happen."
Brig ticked off the last three fingers on his hand. "Cory, Psly, Wulfson... all nowhere to be found. It seems like the 'visitor' couldn't have asked for better conditions if he was planning something underhanded." He sighed "Which of course is all assumption. I could very well be making a mountain out of a molehill. But something tells me that I'm not. I just hope that when the two new Keepers are appointed tonight, they will listen to me."
Steven wore a serious look on his face. "In a place like the Isle, seldom is there a molehill. The Isle has power. Power that can call out to individuals."
Brigath too looked serious. "That's what I'm afraid of..."
Tellius, woke up in a cold sweat, an unusual occurance to say the least. He had dreamt of a wall of fire and water crashing down on an island as people scrambled for the mountains, which had begun to crumble. He didn't know what it ment, but it wasn't the kind of thing he usually had dreams about, and some how this time he knew why. He looked down at the sleeping blond in his arms and sighed. "I shoulda tried to get the other one from Harris." He kissed his pregnant girl, whispered promises of coming back soon and slipped out of bed to dress quickly. The last step was sticking his new key into his pocket as he locked up the house and headed towards the RDI.
It was still dark as he materialized through the portal onto the opening of the Isle. He stopped a moment to let his eyes adjust to the lack of light before starting off in the direction that he was told the tower stood. As he made his way towards the base of the volcano, he could only think that he was the wrong person for this job, they needed a mage to handle this kind of thing, he was just a thief who stopped by once and a while to try something new. How he got into this situation still baffled him, but he was stuck with it now.
He climbed the side of the volcano, looking at the lava flow slowly trickle down the side as he did. As he drew nearer he noticed the lack of heat being given off, or more accurately that the heat did not make him uncomfortable. That was a relief, at least if something went wrong the key could protect him even if he couldn't figure out how to work it. With that in mind, he inched his way up to the rim of the volcano, hoping that seeing his new tower would give him some insite as to the current situation, and varify Brigath's fears. So he lay out of site as much as possible, and did some recon until daybreak. He might not consider himself qualified to handle this situation magically, but this was something he did well. He stayed as long as the night gave him cover, then made haste back home. He didn't know what he was looking for, and while he still felt something was wrong, he decided there was no way for him to prove it tonight. Besides there was a warm body waiting for him in bed who would be very cranky if she woke up alone.
It was still dark as he materialized through the portal onto the opening of the Isle. He stopped a moment to let his eyes adjust to the lack of light before starting off in the direction that he was told the tower stood. As he made his way towards the base of the volcano, he could only think that he was the wrong person for this job, they needed a mage to handle this kind of thing, he was just a thief who stopped by once and a while to try something new. How he got into this situation still baffled him, but he was stuck with it now.
He climbed the side of the volcano, looking at the lava flow slowly trickle down the side as he did. As he drew nearer he noticed the lack of heat being given off, or more accurately that the heat did not make him uncomfortable. That was a relief, at least if something went wrong the key could protect him even if he couldn't figure out how to work it. With that in mind, he inched his way up to the rim of the volcano, hoping that seeing his new tower would give him some insite as to the current situation, and varify Brigath's fears. So he lay out of site as much as possible, and did some recon until daybreak. He might not consider himself qualified to handle this situation magically, but this was something he did well. He stayed as long as the night gave him cover, then made haste back home. He didn't know what he was looking for, and while he still felt something was wrong, he decided there was no way for him to prove it tonight. Besides there was a warm body waiting for him in bed who would be very cranky if she woke up alone.
So, the Isle had found a replacement… his replacement. While there was a part of him that wanted to overthrow this unfortunate adept and resume his residence in the tower, he wasn’t completely convinced that provoking the inhabitants of this island would be ‘profitable’, as his past master would have said.
He paced back and forth, thinking to himself. How could the island raise that ‘Tellius’ above me? The inhabitants of this island are weak. Their magic is weak, their strength of mind is weak, and –most of all – their honor is weak. The past evening had proven this. Although he was only a couple of feet away from the contestants none of them were even somewhat aware of his presence. He learned quite a bit from the contestants who frequently spoke aloud without thinking. When you speak without thinking you open yourself up to individuals… individuals like me, he thought to himself letting a light chuckle escape his cracked lips.
The two finalists, Harris and Tellius by the sounds of it, were not as powerful as he would have liked. Granted, them being more powerful wouldn’t have guaranteed his victory but at least it would have given him some challenge.
He thought to himself for a couple of minutes, fully immersed in the silence of his tower. Finally he let out a yell as if his old master would respond to him, “Why must I be here with these neophytes?!?” He growled to himself again as he continued to pace back and forth.
He paced back and forth for hours – pondering, concocting, and revising. He was so focused on his own thinking that he barely noticed a change in the tower. While he remained unaware of the presence hiding outside near the tower, the tower itself was changing. With each passing moment the heat that he felt increased. As the heat rose he forced the air around him to cool. After hours and hours of this, his mental focus started to slip.
Just as he ran to the open window, gasping for cold air he noticed a shadowy figure heading down the path. He didn’t need to see the man leaving, he knew who it was… the newly appointed Keeper, Tellius.
So, he thought to himself, he wants to play rough? I will show you what it means to be rough…
He paced back and forth, thinking to himself. How could the island raise that ‘Tellius’ above me? The inhabitants of this island are weak. Their magic is weak, their strength of mind is weak, and –most of all – their honor is weak. The past evening had proven this. Although he was only a couple of feet away from the contestants none of them were even somewhat aware of his presence. He learned quite a bit from the contestants who frequently spoke aloud without thinking. When you speak without thinking you open yourself up to individuals… individuals like me, he thought to himself letting a light chuckle escape his cracked lips.
The two finalists, Harris and Tellius by the sounds of it, were not as powerful as he would have liked. Granted, them being more powerful wouldn’t have guaranteed his victory but at least it would have given him some challenge.
He thought to himself for a couple of minutes, fully immersed in the silence of his tower. Finally he let out a yell as if his old master would respond to him, “Why must I be here with these neophytes?!?” He growled to himself again as he continued to pace back and forth.
He paced back and forth for hours – pondering, concocting, and revising. He was so focused on his own thinking that he barely noticed a change in the tower. While he remained unaware of the presence hiding outside near the tower, the tower itself was changing. With each passing moment the heat that he felt increased. As the heat rose he forced the air around him to cool. After hours and hours of this, his mental focus started to slip.
Just as he ran to the open window, gasping for cold air he noticed a shadowy figure heading down the path. He didn’t need to see the man leaving, he knew who it was… the newly appointed Keeper, Tellius.
So, he thought to himself, he wants to play rough? I will show you what it means to be rough…
"For mine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen"
The tower had returned to its normal temperature moments after the new keeper had left the area. He knows I’m here, he thought to himself, and wishes me gone. A small smile spread across his face as he spoke aloud, “I believe it is my responsibility to welcome the new keeper to his home.” With that he exited the tower and headed towards the outlying forest, looking for the right gift.
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“A bouquet flowers?” he asked himself.
“Of course not, that would not be fitting,” he replied with a dark laugh.
“A package of chocolates?” he asked himself again.
“Now, now… we wouldn’t want him getting fat, would we?”
“A poem?”
“We wouldn’t want to insult the illiterate keeper.” Surely, he continued in thought, the incompetence runs deeper than just their magic skills.
“Then it is settled. We shall get him flowers.”
“He is most likely allergic.”
“Alright, you come up with a suitable gift.” Yes, a suitable gift, he continued to think. What shall I get for the lucky individual?
While the answer to this question did not come quickly to him he eventually found it. As he was heading back to the tower he stopped near the edge of the forest. There a small goblin was sitting, eating some sort of fruit.
Yes, that will do quite nicely…
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“A bouquet flowers?” he asked himself.
“Of course not, that would not be fitting,” he replied with a dark laugh.
“A package of chocolates?” he asked himself again.
“Now, now… we wouldn’t want him getting fat, would we?”
“A poem?”
“We wouldn’t want to insult the illiterate keeper.” Surely, he continued in thought, the incompetence runs deeper than just their magic skills.
“Then it is settled. We shall get him flowers.”
“He is most likely allergic.”
“Alright, you come up with a suitable gift.” Yes, a suitable gift, he continued to think. What shall I get for the lucky individual?
While the answer to this question did not come quickly to him he eventually found it. As he was heading back to the tower he stopped near the edge of the forest. There a small goblin was sitting, eating some sort of fruit.
Yes, that will do quite nicely…
"For mine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen"
((This post post jointly written between Topaz-mun and Brig-mun))
Brigath cracked an eye open and peered up at the fairy who was prodding him in the ribs with her toes.
"I thought we were supposed to be out looking for this intruder, not napping under an oak tree," she said, her arms crossed over her chest. Her face held a look of deep irritation, but Brig could see the amusement in the corner of her lips where she couldn't quite hold back a smile.
He closed his eye again. "For your information, I am contemplating the most efficient plan for executing our search. I just happen to think best when lying down with my eyes closed. If you hear rumbling sounds that seem to emanate from my nasal region, that just means I am thinking very deeply." An exaggerated sigh fled from his lips. "But now that you have disturbed my planning, we might as well get under way." He grunted as he opened his eyes and climbed to his feet. "I figure we might as well start looking up by the Tower of Fire and see if we can pick up any sort of trail."
Topaz let her irritated look melt away and laughed. "For as deeply as you appeared to be 'thinking', I would expect a much more elaborate plan than that. But it'll do. Lead on, oh big bad Wolf! Red Ridinghood and I will be right behind you."
Brigath chuckled as between one blink and the next, she disappeared. Knowing she was still around somewhere, he spoke to the air and started jogging towards into the forest, "'It is a wise man who evaluates all plans and chooses the simplest'. I read that in a cookie somewhere, I think." He heard a disembodied giggle as he shimmered into wolf form and set off at a run.
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Topaz stood still and watched the wolf run off. She needed a few moments to adjust to her additional senses being active. To her Twilight Isle appeared very different from just about everywhere else. Magic here permeated everything in much higher concentration and the constant twilight skewed her perception of time passing.
When she was ready she headed in the general direction of the Tower of Fire, weaving her path between branches of trees. She was about to leave the tree cover near her destination when something caught her interest. Magic energies were bent to someone's will; and rather a lot of it to judge by how irritating the static was over the distance. It did not have the flavor of attack. she gave into her curiosity and changed course.
Someone was making quite an effort to conceal something. As she got closer she took more care not to give her presence away. The shieldwork she happened upon was good, very good even. Topaz sat on a branch and studied the barrier. The weave was tight and convoluted. But it didn't keep undirected magic out. So Topaz simply let her magic do as it would. In the process of gathering the information she desired, she also got to know that part of Twilight Isle far more intimately than she had ever wanted to.
Brigath cracked an eye open and peered up at the fairy who was prodding him in the ribs with her toes.
"I thought we were supposed to be out looking for this intruder, not napping under an oak tree," she said, her arms crossed over her chest. Her face held a look of deep irritation, but Brig could see the amusement in the corner of her lips where she couldn't quite hold back a smile.
He closed his eye again. "For your information, I am contemplating the most efficient plan for executing our search. I just happen to think best when lying down with my eyes closed. If you hear rumbling sounds that seem to emanate from my nasal region, that just means I am thinking very deeply." An exaggerated sigh fled from his lips. "But now that you have disturbed my planning, we might as well get under way." He grunted as he opened his eyes and climbed to his feet. "I figure we might as well start looking up by the Tower of Fire and see if we can pick up any sort of trail."
Topaz let her irritated look melt away and laughed. "For as deeply as you appeared to be 'thinking', I would expect a much more elaborate plan than that. But it'll do. Lead on, oh big bad Wolf! Red Ridinghood and I will be right behind you."
Brigath chuckled as between one blink and the next, she disappeared. Knowing she was still around somewhere, he spoke to the air and started jogging towards into the forest, "'It is a wise man who evaluates all plans and chooses the simplest'. I read that in a cookie somewhere, I think." He heard a disembodied giggle as he shimmered into wolf form and set off at a run.
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Topaz stood still and watched the wolf run off. She needed a few moments to adjust to her additional senses being active. To her Twilight Isle appeared very different from just about everywhere else. Magic here permeated everything in much higher concentration and the constant twilight skewed her perception of time passing.
When she was ready she headed in the general direction of the Tower of Fire, weaving her path between branches of trees. She was about to leave the tree cover near her destination when something caught her interest. Magic energies were bent to someone's will; and rather a lot of it to judge by how irritating the static was over the distance. It did not have the flavor of attack. she gave into her curiosity and changed course.
Someone was making quite an effort to conceal something. As she got closer she took more care not to give her presence away. The shieldwork she happened upon was good, very good even. Topaz sat on a branch and studied the barrier. The weave was tight and convoluted. But it didn't keep undirected magic out. So Topaz simply let her magic do as it would. In the process of gathering the information she desired, she also got to know that part of Twilight Isle far more intimately than she had ever wanted to.
((This post post jointly written between Topaz-mun and Brig-mun))
Brigath was head down on the slopes of the volcano, trying to disentangle the scent of the intruder from that of Tellius, who's recent comings and goings had mostly obscured the odor he was looking for. His nose was inches away from a rock that seemed to retain a hint of a smell, when a soft voice whispered in his ear. "Brigath, when you're done playing with stones, I've found something you'll want to see."
The wolf leapt backwards with a startled yip. His hind legs slipped on a patch of gravel as he landed causing him to sit heavily on his haunches. With a shimmer, the wolf dissolved and Brig appeared, sitting on the ground with his elbows resting on his drawn up knees.
"So help me, Topaz..." he grumbled as she appeared perched on a rock with an innocent smile on her face. "I'm not used to people being able to sneak up on me like that when in wolf form. A little warning next time would be appreciated." He climbed to his feet, offering her a smile as he did so to take the gruffness away from his words. "Now, what did you find?"
Topaz tilted her head and looked at him for a moment then said, "That was more than a startle. You were genuinely frightened. I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to cause you distress."
Brig reddened slightly in embarrassment and confusion, wondering how she could have known, but waved his hand in dismissal of her statement. "No worries. So about this find. Can you lead me there?" His words were rushed in his eagerness to change the topic.
Topaz rose from her seat, said "Now the wolf follows Red Riding Hood," and winked. "Catch her if you can." She bounded off down the mountainside using her wings to loft gracefully between each stride and add deceptive speed to her pace. The surprised Brigath cursed once more and quickly shifted form to catch up.
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"Well?" Topaz had stopped at the tree line and gave the approaching wolf an expectant look.
Brig stayed in wolf form, yet some how managed to convey a shrug of his shoulders to her. Though it was clear this was where she had been leading him, he could detect nothing remarkable about the spot. The scent of the intruder was strong and he began to snuffle around, in hopes that the trail would lead to whatever Topaz had found.
He had only moved a few feet, when suddenly the smell disappeared. Brig turned his head to look quizzically at Topaz, and saw her smile knowingly. After completing his survey of the area, he had defined a circle approximately twenty feet in diameter that bore no scent of the man, while all of the area around was heavy with it. He shifted back into man form and moved to lean against a tree next to Topaz.
"Ok, I'm stumped. Why would he go to all the trouble of hiding his smell in just this area when he obviously didn't care about anything around it. I mean there's nothing here but a few trees and some undergrowth."
Topaz shook her head and gestured toward the circle. "There's a whole camp site in there, you just can't detect it. That 'tree' over there is actually his fire circle, but you'd never know it because the whole area is shielded. It's one of the best shields I've ever encountered, actually. The only reason I was able to discover was inside was that he did not anticipate blocking someone of my nature when he created it."
Brigath tipped his head back against the trunk of the tree, frowning. "Were you able to learn anything of the man while you were investigating?"
"Oh yes," Topaz said, nodding. "He lives off magic and can probably do so indefinitely, but he does need water. And though he sleeps little and not very often, he does sleep. He has been here recently. You probably already knew that last bit."
Brig turned his head to look at her with surprise, having expected information from observing the camp, rather than intimate knowledge of the nature of the man himself. "Ummm... yeah, I did know he'd been here recently. At least in the last day or so. That much I could tell from the strength of the scent around the area." He looked intently towards the 'campsite' again, as though he would be able to see through the shield by will alone. "I don't supposed you could sprinkle some fairy dust on me or something so I could get a look? I'd love to try to figure out what his intentions are."
"I'm afraid it wouldn't be that easy or comfortable." Topaz thought for moment. If their unvoiced suspicions were true, the island was in danger of being taken over. She was well aware of Klytus' viewpoint and disagreed strongly with it. The magic of the Isle itself was of a divided opinion as to the solutions, but shared those suspicions. The discomfort of letting Brigath have 'a look'
was a minor thing in comparison.
"Any after effects should go away over night. If that doesn't scare you, I'm up for it."
"Discomfort has never discouraged me in the past," said Brigath. "Have at it."
Topaz released the magic that kept her visible and flickered from Brigath's sight. The moment she did so her instincts told her to get away fast. The aura and vibes of someone close pressing on her senses was extremely nauseating and creepy. The feeling worsened. Whoever it was, was comming steadily closer. From the direction of the tree line she percieved a flash of the intent to kill and joy at the prospect. Something zipped past her before she could react or warn Brigath.
Brigath was head down on the slopes of the volcano, trying to disentangle the scent of the intruder from that of Tellius, who's recent comings and goings had mostly obscured the odor he was looking for. His nose was inches away from a rock that seemed to retain a hint of a smell, when a soft voice whispered in his ear. "Brigath, when you're done playing with stones, I've found something you'll want to see."
The wolf leapt backwards with a startled yip. His hind legs slipped on a patch of gravel as he landed causing him to sit heavily on his haunches. With a shimmer, the wolf dissolved and Brig appeared, sitting on the ground with his elbows resting on his drawn up knees.
"So help me, Topaz..." he grumbled as she appeared perched on a rock with an innocent smile on her face. "I'm not used to people being able to sneak up on me like that when in wolf form. A little warning next time would be appreciated." He climbed to his feet, offering her a smile as he did so to take the gruffness away from his words. "Now, what did you find?"
Topaz tilted her head and looked at him for a moment then said, "That was more than a startle. You were genuinely frightened. I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to cause you distress."
Brig reddened slightly in embarrassment and confusion, wondering how she could have known, but waved his hand in dismissal of her statement. "No worries. So about this find. Can you lead me there?" His words were rushed in his eagerness to change the topic.
Topaz rose from her seat, said "Now the wolf follows Red Riding Hood," and winked. "Catch her if you can." She bounded off down the mountainside using her wings to loft gracefully between each stride and add deceptive speed to her pace. The surprised Brigath cursed once more and quickly shifted form to catch up.
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"Well?" Topaz had stopped at the tree line and gave the approaching wolf an expectant look.
Brig stayed in wolf form, yet some how managed to convey a shrug of his shoulders to her. Though it was clear this was where she had been leading him, he could detect nothing remarkable about the spot. The scent of the intruder was strong and he began to snuffle around, in hopes that the trail would lead to whatever Topaz had found.
He had only moved a few feet, when suddenly the smell disappeared. Brig turned his head to look quizzically at Topaz, and saw her smile knowingly. After completing his survey of the area, he had defined a circle approximately twenty feet in diameter that bore no scent of the man, while all of the area around was heavy with it. He shifted back into man form and moved to lean against a tree next to Topaz.
"Ok, I'm stumped. Why would he go to all the trouble of hiding his smell in just this area when he obviously didn't care about anything around it. I mean there's nothing here but a few trees and some undergrowth."
Topaz shook her head and gestured toward the circle. "There's a whole camp site in there, you just can't detect it. That 'tree' over there is actually his fire circle, but you'd never know it because the whole area is shielded. It's one of the best shields I've ever encountered, actually. The only reason I was able to discover was inside was that he did not anticipate blocking someone of my nature when he created it."
Brigath tipped his head back against the trunk of the tree, frowning. "Were you able to learn anything of the man while you were investigating?"
"Oh yes," Topaz said, nodding. "He lives off magic and can probably do so indefinitely, but he does need water. And though he sleeps little and not very often, he does sleep. He has been here recently. You probably already knew that last bit."
Brig turned his head to look at her with surprise, having expected information from observing the camp, rather than intimate knowledge of the nature of the man himself. "Ummm... yeah, I did know he'd been here recently. At least in the last day or so. That much I could tell from the strength of the scent around the area." He looked intently towards the 'campsite' again, as though he would be able to see through the shield by will alone. "I don't supposed you could sprinkle some fairy dust on me or something so I could get a look? I'd love to try to figure out what his intentions are."
"I'm afraid it wouldn't be that easy or comfortable." Topaz thought for moment. If their unvoiced suspicions were true, the island was in danger of being taken over. She was well aware of Klytus' viewpoint and disagreed strongly with it. The magic of the Isle itself was of a divided opinion as to the solutions, but shared those suspicions. The discomfort of letting Brigath have 'a look'
was a minor thing in comparison.
"Any after effects should go away over night. If that doesn't scare you, I'm up for it."
"Discomfort has never discouraged me in the past," said Brigath. "Have at it."
Topaz released the magic that kept her visible and flickered from Brigath's sight. The moment she did so her instincts told her to get away fast. The aura and vibes of someone close pressing on her senses was extremely nauseating and creepy. The feeling worsened. Whoever it was, was comming steadily closer. From the direction of the tree line she percieved a flash of the intent to kill and joy at the prospect. Something zipped past her before she could react or warn Brigath.
He walked through the forest, pleased with the events he had recently witnessed. So the Tower of Earth has refused entry to Harris, he thought to himself. Now I can pack up that miserable little camp and move into some accommodations more fitting to one of my power. He had been a little disappointed that his "welcome gift" to Tellius, the scorched corpse of the murdered goblin, had not caused more of a stir. But that just reinforces that I have chosen the proper time to set my plans in motion. Shows again how the mages on this isle are weak and complacent. He hurried on through the trees, his thoughts wrapped up in planning ways he could use the Tower of Earth once he had taken up residence.
As he neared the edge of the wood, he automatically extended his senses to survey his shields and make sure they hadn't been disturbed in his absence. A malicious sneer spread across his face when he detected a presence. Damn you, Brigath!, he thought angrily. If I had just blasted you up on the mountain when I first had the chance, I'd still be comfortably residing in the Tower of Fire. Well I won't make the same mistake twice.
He quickly changed his course to allow him to come upon Brigath from behind, masking his approach with a simple spell. We he got close, he could see Brigath standing motionless looking out over the campsite. His anger and hatred welled up in him. Spying on me again, are you? You'd better take a good look because it's the last site you are going to see. He clasped his hands with fingers interlaced in front of his chin, then raised his index fingers to point skyward. A wicked grin spread across his face as he brought his fingertips together and whispered "Boom..."
As he neared the edge of the wood, he automatically extended his senses to survey his shields and make sure they hadn't been disturbed in his absence. A malicious sneer spread across his face when he detected a presence. Damn you, Brigath!, he thought angrily. If I had just blasted you up on the mountain when I first had the chance, I'd still be comfortably residing in the Tower of Fire. Well I won't make the same mistake twice.
He quickly changed his course to allow him to come upon Brigath from behind, masking his approach with a simple spell. We he got close, he could see Brigath standing motionless looking out over the campsite. His anger and hatred welled up in him. Spying on me again, are you? You'd better take a good look because it's the last site you are going to see. He clasped his hands with fingers interlaced in front of his chin, then raised his index fingers to point skyward. A wicked grin spread across his face as he brought his fingertips together and whispered "Boom..."
"For mine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen"
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Shielding was needed, and quickly so. There was no time to be wasted on tying the lose ends of the spell work already started. The magic energies reacted almost without Topaz's guidance and arranged themselves into a shield between the attacker and Brigath, but not fast enough to do any good against the first shot the attacker got off. Though she could not see the entire scene with her eyes, the fairy felt the energy bolt burst against Brigath, the jolt and surprise of being knocked of his feet, and the pain of impact with the ground across the campsite along with the sickening joy of the attacker at having hit his target.
Oh, how satisfying! His eyes lit with satisfaction as Brigath's body was flung through the air by the explosion. He strode out from the trees to stand over the form lying face down on the ground. A faint groan escaped from Brigath's lips and the man standing over him laughed.
"So you are not quite dead yet. I must be losing my touch. Fortunately for me, you make the perfect practice dummy." He raised his hand and quickly closed it into a fist, intending to crush Brigath's skull with the force of his magic.
"So you are not quite dead yet. I must be losing my touch. Fortunately for me, you make the perfect practice dummy." He raised his hand and quickly closed it into a fist, intending to crush Brigath's skull with the force of his magic.
"For mine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen"
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The shield met up with Brigath mid-flight and grew in strength as Topaz continued to concentrate on it. For a split second the attacker's intent to deliver the killing blow to Brigath fouled the area. But that was warning enough for the magic energies to arrange themselves into the proper pattern for the shield to repel the attack.
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