| The Last Day of Slath i Faigh | |
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| Tacitus Ajax Liber Silvanus | 12 Feb 2015, 01:03 Post #1 |
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The Last Day of Slath i Faigh as recorded by Tacitus of Magic and Words This is not a mission report. The end of Slath i Faigh, noble gnome, who was able to overcome the limitations of his race, couldn't be confined to such a small thing, a footnote in Athesian bureaucracy. I promised him an epic. I promised him as the last threads of his mind withered into nothingness, as the links he had forged disappeared, as his physical form, so much lesser than he, burnt in the arms of my other self. I promised him that he would be remembered. His song would be heard. I don't even know if he heard that promise, but I am bound to keep it. Slath sacrificed himself. We knew that we needed to enter into the city, to deprive the Empress of her strategic advantage. The Gestalt. The Mind Plague. Slath was a natural companion on this journey. His control over mind magic was second to none on the council. We approached the city on a cold morning. All around us was signs of great crevices and cracks. It was a pockmarked landscape. On the walls of the city was scrying spells and guards and a thousand other tricks and traps. Inside the city was something infinitely worse. Slath's illusions allowed for the capture of a lone guardsman. What a creature it was? Not an elf, but some sort of degraded being, subservient thing, bound to the will of the Empress alone, suppressed, manipulated and linked. It knew nothing. Yet, Slath sensed the link, sent himself down it and assailed the mind of the Empress herself. He survived the attempt, and the creature's mind was destroyed in the Empress' wrath. He was left a breathing corpse. I can only consider it an improvement on his previous state. So we learnt how to enter the city, snuck in close with mists and tricks. Learnt of the teleportation block on the inside, learnt of the wall of force on the outside. So we broke that wall, a temporary change, but one which shook the foundations of its defence and left it weakened. Further up and further in the city, we came across a plaza. Slath, could sense the twisted primal energy which screamed Not Right more and more the closer we got to it. There was machinery, and it was producing residium, but not nearly enough for the size of the operation. My other self approached the machinery, learnt that it was harvesting the primal spirits of the area. It had harvested so many, that it had practically dried up. We learnt that the Empire of Lexum was dying. Starving on the lack of magic. When we made it to the plaza, we made it unseen, but certainly not unscathed. The Lizard had permanently disfigured us, injured us in ways we were only beginning to understand. The Dwarf already on the edge, was filled with rage at this new knowledge and began to destroy the machinery, heedless of the noise and the attention. We were attacked. Slath used his trickery to grant us the chance to escape, but not before the Lizard recklessly set the residium machines alight with magical fire. There was a great explosion. The Dwarf was blinded. We eventually managed to make it into the palace proper. Here, once again Slath proved his worth. Never has there been a gnome as clever as he. Whilst the Lizard was getting himself captured, Slath learnt the location of The Vault itself, and found the room which cast the spell which created the Empress. He then orchestrated the plan which saw the release of the Lizard. So we made our way to The Vault, tricked our way in, and found the Gestalt. We saw what it was. A creature that did not want to die, but was too dangerous to live. It would have turned on Athesia the moment it was let out of its cage. It was its nature. Thousands of years of memories from a thousand elves, and the consciousness and whims of a child. Slath assaulted its mind, managed to wrench out memories of my other self, managed to see the link between it and the Empress. The Lizard made a move, too soon! We didn't yet know how to use the Gestalt against the Empress, to take them both out at once. So Slath jumped down the link, made to ensure that at least one of them would die. I watched as my other self, ran forward, and charged the magic of Slath with his own blood, trying desperately to ensure his survival, his return. It was not enough. Slath destroyed the Mind Plague. Reached out into every mind which the Gestalt was linked to, burnt away the remnants of the still active ritual, leaving not a trace. He consumed himself in the process, but not before leaving remnants of his own knowledge in the mind of my other self. As he fulfilled our quest, we have vowed to complete his. The Empress survived, and we fled before her wrath, before her final threat. “We shall all burn together.” |
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| Arianna Thistledown | 12 Feb 2015, 01:24 Post #2 |
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Addendum: As scribed by Arianna Thistledown (and quite possibly the last thing she will ever write for a long time) The Bloody 'Dwarf'?!? I have a name. I'm more than just a story, unlike you. But that is by the by. I'd argue more, but the loss of Slath i Faigh has hit all of us hard. His sacrifice was not in vain, and both I and Tacitus feel it is only right that we lend our aid in curing the Fey woods of their mind sickness the same way he eventually lost his life curing the Elven Mind Plague, And finish his diligent work. Aye... it will be difficult without him, there are none among our ranks as strong with mind magic as he. He took up Marcellus' mantle as a lord when the Eladrin passed, and now we have the daunting task of finding another to take his place. Filling such powerful shoes will not be an easy task for anyone. I will point out that the story is right, I did lose me temper when I found out they were the ones that drained the primal energy of the broken lands. The annihilatus deserve everything that coming to them... and it was my anger and Gil'gem's foolishness that lost me my sight. I have it back for now due to an artifact we recovered but... I do not believe any beauty in this world is worth the price I am paying for it. |
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| Sir Alfred Eldan | 12 Feb 2015, 13:48 Post #3 |
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This is grave news indeed. As a member of the Court of Seasons and one of his closer friends I would like to offer up this Eulogy of sorts in his memory. Though the Court of Seasons never had a "leader" as such, I know that, to a man, every one of us looked towards Slath for his wisdom and guidance. With him gone, the court will forever be lessened. His goals were noble and selfless, he never thought or acted for himself but always for those around him. And though I can never be a replacement for him now that he has left us, I will endeavour to do all I can to see his dreams for a safe and stable woods become a reality. It will be hard, but I belive I owe it to his memory, and to his friendship. May he find peace in the life beyond. Farewell my friend. I, and all the Sons of Camland, salute you! |
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| Tacitus Ajax Liber Silvanus | 12 Feb 2015, 22:48 Post #4 |
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I AM sOrrY |
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| Krunk | 13 Feb 2015, 01:01 Post #5 |
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NOOOOOO!!!! GNOME-MAN! KRUNK AVENGE!!! (is the distance yelling that can be heard echoing around the God-cursed mountain) |
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