Whispered Words
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot.
Note: This is around the time when the Kingpriest was about to claim the tower in Palanthas as his own.
' When the gods cast the fiery mountain upon Ansalon, the Cataclysm sent Istar to the bottom of the Blood Sea. Quakes broke the continent of Ansalon, ripping it apart, forming new seas, creating new mountain ranges, the city of Palantas shook on its foundations, houses and buildings toppled. Yet in the Shoikan Grove, not a leaf stirred. The tower stood, dark and forbidding, waiting for the mysterious Master of Past and Present.' - Margaret Weis, Soulforge
A quietness had fallen over the Tower of High Sorcery in Palanthas like a dark blanket. Everything had been packed away the night before. Magi had left for the Tower In Wayreth. The few that remained were preparing to leave.
Finally, all were gone, except for one archmagus.
His name was Darius, and he had pushed for a fight against the Kingpriest.
He was angry and disgusted that magi and archmagi alike had surrendered so quickly.
Darius had shrouded himself in darkness, watching the mages leaving and fleeing, frantically checking if all valuable artifacts had been packed away. The lesser artifacts had been left in their haste.
The dark mage had toyed with the idea of staying behind when his god, Nuitari had whispered, on the winds of the night, strengthening his belief that the right thing was to stay behind. To stop the Kingpriest from entering. He was to remember that none were to inhabit the Tower except for the mysterious Master of Past and Present.
He had not understood, but he would not dare disobey or question his lord.
Darius had been one of the more faithful of Nuitari and due to this fact, was granted great power. He was constantly reminded that it was because of Nuitari that he was able to use the Art so well.
Though he was no longer the young, inexperienced mage who had pledged himself faithfully to Nuitari, after his exacting Test, he still had infinite faith in his lord. Therefore, he obeyed immediately, without question, as usual. Thus was he favored by the God of Dark Magic.
Darius shifted, easing the cramp in his leg. He heard the Kingpriest's loud, self-righteous, and pompous voice, firm in the belief that he was favored by the Platinum Dragon. He was making much drama over the making of this Tower into a Temple devoted to him, and as an afterthought, to Paladine.
Darius knew he was supposed to do something, but what, he had no idea. His God whispered to him, and he understood what was to be done.
As the Kingpriest enterd the Tower, Darius leapt out the window, impaling himself uopn the sharp barbs of the fence below.
With his dying breath and with all the power that remained to him, Darius cast the spell, that had been given to him from Nuitari 'Ast tsarak tinuralin.' No one may enter this Tower until the Master of Past and Present comes with power.
The last thing he saw in the world of the living was darkness creeping over the Tower, like a cloud over the sun, a grove of deadly and twisted trees grow rapidly, and horror and shock mingled on Kingpriest's pale face.
Then Darius knew nothing.
Ever since, none have been able to inhabit the Tower until Fistanditulus, then Raistlin Majere. The grove of trees was called the Shoikan Grove and was greatly feared and still stands, dark and forbidding, formed by the spell yelled by a faithful servant to his lord.
Okay, I know this was a bit dire and dramatic, if you didn't like it, don't review, if you did plz review. Thanx
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot.
Note: This is around the time when the Kingpriest was about to claim the tower in Palanthas as his own.
' When the gods cast the fiery mountain upon Ansalon, the Cataclysm sent Istar to the bottom of the Blood Sea. Quakes broke the continent of Ansalon, ripping it apart, forming new seas, creating new mountain ranges, the city of Palantas shook on its foundations, houses and buildings toppled. Yet in the Shoikan Grove, not a leaf stirred. The tower stood, dark and forbidding, waiting for the mysterious Master of Past and Present.' - Margaret Weis, Soulforge
A quietness had fallen over the Tower of High Sorcery in Palanthas like a dark blanket. Everything had been packed away the night before. Magi had left for the Tower In Wayreth. The few that remained were preparing to leave.
Finally, all were gone, except for one archmagus.
His name was Darius, and he had pushed for a fight against the Kingpriest.
He was angry and disgusted that magi and archmagi alike had surrendered so quickly.
Darius had shrouded himself in darkness, watching the mages leaving and fleeing, frantically checking if all valuable artifacts had been packed away. The lesser artifacts had been left in their haste.
The dark mage had toyed with the idea of staying behind when his god, Nuitari had whispered, on the winds of the night, strengthening his belief that the right thing was to stay behind. To stop the Kingpriest from entering. He was to remember that none were to inhabit the Tower except for the mysterious Master of Past and Present.
He had not understood, but he would not dare disobey or question his lord.
Darius had been one of the more faithful of Nuitari and due to this fact, was granted great power. He was constantly reminded that it was because of Nuitari that he was able to use the Art so well.
Though he was no longer the young, inexperienced mage who had pledged himself faithfully to Nuitari, after his exacting Test, he still had infinite faith in his lord. Therefore, he obeyed immediately, without question, as usual. Thus was he favored by the God of Dark Magic.
Darius shifted, easing the cramp in his leg. He heard the Kingpriest's loud, self-righteous, and pompous voice, firm in the belief that he was favored by the Platinum Dragon. He was making much drama over the making of this Tower into a Temple devoted to him, and as an afterthought, to Paladine.
Darius knew he was supposed to do something, but what, he had no idea. His God whispered to him, and he understood what was to be done.
As the Kingpriest enterd the Tower, Darius leapt out the window, impaling himself uopn the sharp barbs of the fence below.
With his dying breath and with all the power that remained to him, Darius cast the spell, that had been given to him from Nuitari 'Ast tsarak tinuralin.' No one may enter this Tower until the Master of Past and Present comes with power.
The last thing he saw in the world of the living was darkness creeping over the Tower, like a cloud over the sun, a grove of deadly and twisted trees grow rapidly, and horror and shock mingled on Kingpriest's pale face.
Then Darius knew nothing.
Ever since, none have been able to inhabit the Tower until Fistanditulus, then Raistlin Majere. The grove of trees was called the Shoikan Grove and was greatly feared and still stands, dark and forbidding, formed by the spell yelled by a faithful servant to his lord.
Okay, I know this was a bit dire and dramatic, if you didn't like it, don't review, if you did plz review. Thanx