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Dragonlance: Heritage, The Seraph Chronicles Vol.I
Prologue: The Greatest Wizard Who Ever Lived.
Three hours passed amongst the mortal dwellers, years among the dusty plains of the Abyss, home of Takhisis, meeting place of the God's Council. Two golden eyes stared transfixed upon the world of Krynn, prized possession of the Gods. Along with those eerie golden eyes, hourglass pupils adorned them. Completely uninterested in the council of the Gods before him, Raistlin Majere continued to watch inanimately as the sands of time continued to decay and pry at his great nephew's young soul.
Once considered the youngest and most extraordinary of all novice mages to ever take the dreaded Test, Raistlin was forced to stand idly by as his great nephew, Seraph Majere entered the Forest of Wayreth, alone. Desperately he tried to council his great nephew, but his mind was blocked by the presence and influence of the Gods amongst him, and for the time being, his magic would fail him. For eternity is seemed he had fought and struggled to gain his own seat among the old Gods of Krynn, but looking back on it all, he truly wondered if he had made the right decision.
"Of course I made the right decision" thought Raistlin, "why do I doubt myself like this? Nonsense, all of it is worry, nothing to get bent out of shape for." Finally moving his gaze from Krynn, he shifted in his seat toward Paladine. In almost doubtful hope, Raistlin tried to pry him from the Council in order to grant a single desire. "Paladine, great God of good, find in your caring heart to grant me one desire," pleaded Raistlin.
To his bewilderment and amazement, Paladine in turn responded, "What is it that you ask of me?" Mentally Raistlin replied slyly, "Paladine, or should I start calling you Fizban? But that is besides my point, as you know my great nephew has entered the Forest of Wayreth...I humbly ask that I guide him through his Test, help him if needed, heal him if wounded, and give advice when he is filled with doubt."
Quickly, without any signs of warning or thought, Paladine abruptly ended the conversation with an outburst that halted all progress made by the Council. "You, Raistlin Majere, may be the only mage ever to have donned the Gold Robes, but I shall not grant your request," Paladine's eyes flared with the same intensity as Raistlin's. But the powerful archmage was unaffected by the God's glaring look.
"Must I remind you, Old One" Raistlin replied with a slight sneer, "I have saved your life on more than one occasion. But heed this Paladine, I shall not watch as my great nephew is tortured as I was, and even at a younger age!" Raistlin's defiance left the other God's including Paladine himself stunned, none could object to his remark.
Once Paladine himself regained control of his voice, there was no mistaking the tone of anger and malice in his voice. Even a loving and good God has his negative sides. With an anger few have seen, Paladine had only this to say, "Indeed you are a very determined man, Majere, but must I remind you of your place in this world? You have earned the right to sit amongst the Gods, and the power of all the magic in the world. But remember this well Majere, you are a Demi-God, no more, no less, you are not the higher authority and I seem to have superior seniority."
The mighty Archmage, adorned with the Golden robes of the God's, could only smile slyly at Paladine. Not even his omniscient eyes or mind would ever be able to pierce Raistlin's thoughts. Those tormented eyes would never allow it, or the gaze behind them. Drawing upon Paladine's greatest weakness, Raistlin Majere summoned a single soul amongst them all. "Well Fizban," Raistlin stated bleakly, "what would Tas have to say about all this? Let's find out... Burrfoot!" snapped Raistlin as the ghostly image of the adventurous kender appeared.
Paladine, with all his might, could prevent Raistlin from having his "way", but he could never say "no" to the adventurous kender he considered a "close friend".
Dragonlance: Heritage, The Seraph Chronicles Vol.I
Prologue: The Greatest Wizard Who Ever Lived.
Three hours passed amongst the mortal dwellers, years among the dusty plains of the Abyss, home of Takhisis, meeting place of the God's Council. Two golden eyes stared transfixed upon the world of Krynn, prized possession of the Gods. Along with those eerie golden eyes, hourglass pupils adorned them. Completely uninterested in the council of the Gods before him, Raistlin Majere continued to watch inanimately as the sands of time continued to decay and pry at his great nephew's young soul.
Once considered the youngest and most extraordinary of all novice mages to ever take the dreaded Test, Raistlin was forced to stand idly by as his great nephew, Seraph Majere entered the Forest of Wayreth, alone. Desperately he tried to council his great nephew, but his mind was blocked by the presence and influence of the Gods amongst him, and for the time being, his magic would fail him. For eternity is seemed he had fought and struggled to gain his own seat among the old Gods of Krynn, but looking back on it all, he truly wondered if he had made the right decision.
"Of course I made the right decision" thought Raistlin, "why do I doubt myself like this? Nonsense, all of it is worry, nothing to get bent out of shape for." Finally moving his gaze from Krynn, he shifted in his seat toward Paladine. In almost doubtful hope, Raistlin tried to pry him from the Council in order to grant a single desire. "Paladine, great God of good, find in your caring heart to grant me one desire," pleaded Raistlin.
To his bewilderment and amazement, Paladine in turn responded, "What is it that you ask of me?" Mentally Raistlin replied slyly, "Paladine, or should I start calling you Fizban? But that is besides my point, as you know my great nephew has entered the Forest of Wayreth...I humbly ask that I guide him through his Test, help him if needed, heal him if wounded, and give advice when he is filled with doubt."
Quickly, without any signs of warning or thought, Paladine abruptly ended the conversation with an outburst that halted all progress made by the Council. "You, Raistlin Majere, may be the only mage ever to have donned the Gold Robes, but I shall not grant your request," Paladine's eyes flared with the same intensity as Raistlin's. But the powerful archmage was unaffected by the God's glaring look.
"Must I remind you, Old One" Raistlin replied with a slight sneer, "I have saved your life on more than one occasion. But heed this Paladine, I shall not watch as my great nephew is tortured as I was, and even at a younger age!" Raistlin's defiance left the other God's including Paladine himself stunned, none could object to his remark.
Once Paladine himself regained control of his voice, there was no mistaking the tone of anger and malice in his voice. Even a loving and good God has his negative sides. With an anger few have seen, Paladine had only this to say, "Indeed you are a very determined man, Majere, but must I remind you of your place in this world? You have earned the right to sit amongst the Gods, and the power of all the magic in the world. But remember this well Majere, you are a Demi-God, no more, no less, you are not the higher authority and I seem to have superior seniority."
The mighty Archmage, adorned with the Golden robes of the God's, could only smile slyly at Paladine. Not even his omniscient eyes or mind would ever be able to pierce Raistlin's thoughts. Those tormented eyes would never allow it, or the gaze behind them. Drawing upon Paladine's greatest weakness, Raistlin Majere summoned a single soul amongst them all. "Well Fizban," Raistlin stated bleakly, "what would Tas have to say about all this? Let's find out... Burrfoot!" snapped Raistlin as the ghostly image of the adventurous kender appeared.
Paladine, with all his might, could prevent Raistlin from having his "way", but he could never say "no" to the adventurous kender he considered a "close friend".