The Great Mage Palin
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dragonlance characters, except for Vanifar. So leave me alone you stupid lawyers!
Palin leaned back on his chair and yawned. He had been studying his spell books almost half the night. He lazily spoke a word of magic, and he was suddenly in his room. He got into his night robe and fell asleep almost instantly.
As Palin slept, down below in the forbidden Shoikan Grove, there was movement. A tiny smoke like shadow was approaching the grove. It was a Group of Gray Knights formed as one. Several words of magic were barely whispered, and the shadowy form was inside the laboratory, the forbidden room that was guarded on the outside by the undead guardian. It's two, lidless, eyes watched the dark outside carefully. But inside many secret things were being done.
The dark, gray shadow separated into three Gray Knights. "Come on we have to get it out of here before anyone comes.," whispered Vanifar, the leader of the three. The other two silently obeyed and walked over to a dark velvet curtain in a corner of the room. They bowed their shaved heads and started chanting.
Outside, The Guardian heard the chanting. He was ready to go in the room and dispatch the intruders when he remembered his orders. "Never go inside that room.," said Palin to the specter. Palin had only strictly reinforced Dalamar's order after he was given the tower. But, the guardian could alert his master on what was transpiring.
Palin was dreaming nothing that night when he heard a voice. "Master they're intruders in your laboratory." It was The Guardian. Palin knew that cold, emotionless, voice anywhere. Palin grabbed the Staff of Magius and flung on his black robes with little effort and chanted a few words and arrived at the top of the tower at the door. Palin knew it was the Gray Knights. They had been hassling him to turn over the portal to them. Palin refused because of what had happened in history twice, once with his uncle, Raistlin. The Guardian parted immediately and Palin almost flung the door off it's hinges.
"Ah, I see you did not learn from history, you unwise one.," Palin said to the intruders. Vanifar only looked up and snarled and snapped his fingers. They immediately disappeared. That was the first time Palin swore. It was also the longest curse anyone had ever heard. "You will regret it either way.," said Palin turning and disappearing into thin air, only to reappear at the tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth.
Chapter 2
As soon as Palin arrived he ran to Dalamar's study. Dalamar had recently acquired the position after Justarius's untimely death, after the raid on the Gray Knights fortress. Dalamar looked up from a piece of parchment he was writing on. He looked paler than usual, even for an elf. "I know why you have come.," said the elf, not even trying to stay calm. Palin saw true fear in Dalamar's eyes. He had never seen that before. He shuddered. "You know what they will try to do.," remarked Palin bluntly. "They will yet again make another attempt at setting the Dark Queen free into Krynn. I have never seen such insolence. Do they not know that Takhisis will only use them as a stepping stone and will sweep them aside or sacrifice them like a chess piece when she is done using them?" 'I have known it for a long time Palin, a long time.," said Dalamar softly. I am tired Palin. I have seen too many wars and too much bloodshed. That great bitch will stop at nothing to get ultimate control over life as we know it."
Palin looked at the elf with sorrow. How sad it would be to see all that and see it what seems like everyday. "I know what we must do we must kill the dark goddess once and for all." Dalamar did not even look up but turn even paler. "I know.," he said "I know."
Dalamr and palin walked down the corridor to Wayreth's laboratory. It was the best one on Krynn. Dalamar opened the door and went inside. Palin followed.
Palin saw many amazing things. But at last, they arrived to a circular platform with many intricate runes carved into it's marble surface. This would put him in the middle of the Abyss. He looked around, it might be the last time he would be alive. Dalamar stepped onto the platform with the human. "Ready?" "Yes.," Palin said very shaken. He hoped he would be strong enough. Dalamar started chanting, the room began to spin around them with great speed.
When the spinning stopped Palin and Dalamar were standing on a blood red plane with a blood red sky. Palin couldn't tell which was which.
Chapter 3
Vanifar walked along the parapets of his large fortress smiling. His dark majesty would be very pleased, and would maybe grant him the prize he so greatly desired, to rule all of Krynn. He imagined himself wearing a golden jewel encrusted crown. Ah, but you see, Vanifar wanted something more, he wanted to reign supreme over all of life as he knew it. Such desires would have horrible consequences if a fine detail went wrong, like the painting of a picture. And if as a last resort to help him see his mistake by the will of some god of good, a messenger ran up the steps and was panting by the time he arrived.
"Master.," said the page still gasping for breath. "The portal has sealed itself and refuses to be opened." All of the Gray Knight's dreams of luxury were lost, and were replaced with rage. "How dare he, that bastard mage! So, maybe he'll think I'll return it?
Never! I curse that mage to forever burn in the Abyss!" when Vanifar turned around, he saw the page running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Vanifar fumed even more. "Psya Van/Chan!," yelled the Gray Knight. A rotting, white, skull floated in his hands. "Kill him for defying me!," shouted Vanifar. The skull shot out of his hands, chasing the page. The page was only twelve, but still ran for his life. The skull passed through his back and came out the other side, leaving no trace at all.
The poor boy gave one agonizing shriek, so loud, it woke lady Crysania in Palanthas, the morning after, and fell, never to get up again.
Vanifar just looked at the corpse and laughed. He walked over to the deceased page and drew forth a silver dagger from the dark, folds of his sleeve. He then stooped down, and slashed his back open, revealing red blood oozing out of the wound. He then slashed some more on his back, leaving a mark. He then turned over the kid, and started mutilating the face with the knife. When he was done, the body was unrecognizable, except for the back, which only had the few marks that he first made.
"Being pleased with his work he called a draconian, who came running up with a smile, that would make most cringe by the sight of the crooked, green, jagged teeth. "Hang this in my study. I like to view my art in the morning. It makes me feel happier."
The draconian nodded and grinned even wider as he carried away the mutilated body. And as the creature carried it away, he could make out the marks on the back reading, Art Done By Vanifar the Great. He turned and continued walking along the parapets, singing a song that involved mutilating a twelve year old page. "Now, lets go open this portal.," said Vanifar to himself. And if you looked back, you could still see a bloodstain on the stone that would never fade.
Chapter 4
Lord Soth sat on his dark throne pondering. He had done an unusual amount of it lately. There seemed to be nothing else to do. An ex Solamnic Knight, his armor still shone in an unholy light. Once beautiful, his armor was permanently stained black. A long time ago, he was an honest, honor-bound, man. But, human nature takes over common sense. That had proven ill for him long ago. He was cursed. Cursed to a life of eternal torture, never being able to rest. But finally, he had a companion, a forced love to a woman like him.
Kitiara Majere had always been an ambitious woman. Driven by her lust for power and control in the War of the Lance, she had been rewarded with spending eternity with Lord Soth. But today, Soth was pondering if there was a way out, if he could die and find peace in death.
A ghost form of a beautiful woman in blue dragon scale armor appeared before him. It was Kitiara.
"My love.," said the cold voice of Lord Soth. "My love.," replied Kitiara. " I have a plan." Lord Soth nodded. "We could rule this world, your skeletal warriors are unstoppable. They are no match for anyone, not even the clerics of good or evil. We could reign supreme. Reign over all life. Nothing would ever stand in our way. We would always be there.... for each other.," replied Kit rubbing up against Soth's side. She had a way of Seducing men, even cursed ones. "We could, but right now, I need a little convincing." Replied the ex knight as a bed appeared in the middle of his throne room.
Kitiara could only smile with anticipated pleasure. When Kitiara was on top of Soth they gave into their hidden passion. They kept at it all night and well into mid-day, when a messenger arrived panting. When he walked into the room, he almost vomited. The undead showing their love publicly is not a pleasurable thing to see. But this page had been there before and knew to keep his mouth shut and wait. When the up and down movement slowed, the page coughed rather loudly. Soth immediately was upright and dressed, not there was modesty in a cursed man. "You have news?," asked Soth.
The page said, "Vanifar of the Gray Knights asks for your assistance in a war which he thinks could end all wars and dominate all of Krynn. Kitiara looked up immediately and whispered something in his ear, or what was left in it. Soth thought for a while aand said, "Tell Vanifar that we would be extremely interested in his war."
As soon as the page left and was out of earshot, Lord Soth turned to Kitiara and said, "My love, this will be the time we shall be know as the Lover's Empire." And with that, they returned to their disgusting, yet passionate lovemaking. But what they did not notice, was that the page had turned around ad spied through the keyhole like he was instructed to do by his master, Vanifar the Great. Vanifar had other things in mind.
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Dragonlance characters, except for Vanifar. So leave me alone you stupid lawyers!
Palin leaned back on his chair and yawned. He had been studying his spell books almost half the night. He lazily spoke a word of magic, and he was suddenly in his room. He got into his night robe and fell asleep almost instantly.
As Palin slept, down below in the forbidden Shoikan Grove, there was movement. A tiny smoke like shadow was approaching the grove. It was a Group of Gray Knights formed as one. Several words of magic were barely whispered, and the shadowy form was inside the laboratory, the forbidden room that was guarded on the outside by the undead guardian. It's two, lidless, eyes watched the dark outside carefully. But inside many secret things were being done.
The dark, gray shadow separated into three Gray Knights. "Come on we have to get it out of here before anyone comes.," whispered Vanifar, the leader of the three. The other two silently obeyed and walked over to a dark velvet curtain in a corner of the room. They bowed their shaved heads and started chanting.
Outside, The Guardian heard the chanting. He was ready to go in the room and dispatch the intruders when he remembered his orders. "Never go inside that room.," said Palin to the specter. Palin had only strictly reinforced Dalamar's order after he was given the tower. But, the guardian could alert his master on what was transpiring.
Palin was dreaming nothing that night when he heard a voice. "Master they're intruders in your laboratory." It was The Guardian. Palin knew that cold, emotionless, voice anywhere. Palin grabbed the Staff of Magius and flung on his black robes with little effort and chanted a few words and arrived at the top of the tower at the door. Palin knew it was the Gray Knights. They had been hassling him to turn over the portal to them. Palin refused because of what had happened in history twice, once with his uncle, Raistlin. The Guardian parted immediately and Palin almost flung the door off it's hinges.
"Ah, I see you did not learn from history, you unwise one.," Palin said to the intruders. Vanifar only looked up and snarled and snapped his fingers. They immediately disappeared. That was the first time Palin swore. It was also the longest curse anyone had ever heard. "You will regret it either way.," said Palin turning and disappearing into thin air, only to reappear at the tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth.
Chapter 2
As soon as Palin arrived he ran to Dalamar's study. Dalamar had recently acquired the position after Justarius's untimely death, after the raid on the Gray Knights fortress. Dalamar looked up from a piece of parchment he was writing on. He looked paler than usual, even for an elf. "I know why you have come.," said the elf, not even trying to stay calm. Palin saw true fear in Dalamar's eyes. He had never seen that before. He shuddered. "You know what they will try to do.," remarked Palin bluntly. "They will yet again make another attempt at setting the Dark Queen free into Krynn. I have never seen such insolence. Do they not know that Takhisis will only use them as a stepping stone and will sweep them aside or sacrifice them like a chess piece when she is done using them?" 'I have known it for a long time Palin, a long time.," said Dalamar softly. I am tired Palin. I have seen too many wars and too much bloodshed. That great bitch will stop at nothing to get ultimate control over life as we know it."
Palin looked at the elf with sorrow. How sad it would be to see all that and see it what seems like everyday. "I know what we must do we must kill the dark goddess once and for all." Dalamar did not even look up but turn even paler. "I know.," he said "I know."
Dalamr and palin walked down the corridor to Wayreth's laboratory. It was the best one on Krynn. Dalamar opened the door and went inside. Palin followed.
Palin saw many amazing things. But at last, they arrived to a circular platform with many intricate runes carved into it's marble surface. This would put him in the middle of the Abyss. He looked around, it might be the last time he would be alive. Dalamar stepped onto the platform with the human. "Ready?" "Yes.," Palin said very shaken. He hoped he would be strong enough. Dalamar started chanting, the room began to spin around them with great speed.
When the spinning stopped Palin and Dalamar were standing on a blood red plane with a blood red sky. Palin couldn't tell which was which.
Chapter 3
Vanifar walked along the parapets of his large fortress smiling. His dark majesty would be very pleased, and would maybe grant him the prize he so greatly desired, to rule all of Krynn. He imagined himself wearing a golden jewel encrusted crown. Ah, but you see, Vanifar wanted something more, he wanted to reign supreme over all of life as he knew it. Such desires would have horrible consequences if a fine detail went wrong, like the painting of a picture. And if as a last resort to help him see his mistake by the will of some god of good, a messenger ran up the steps and was panting by the time he arrived.
"Master.," said the page still gasping for breath. "The portal has sealed itself and refuses to be opened." All of the Gray Knight's dreams of luxury were lost, and were replaced with rage. "How dare he, that bastard mage! So, maybe he'll think I'll return it?
Never! I curse that mage to forever burn in the Abyss!" when Vanifar turned around, he saw the page running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Vanifar fumed even more. "Psya Van/Chan!," yelled the Gray Knight. A rotting, white, skull floated in his hands. "Kill him for defying me!," shouted Vanifar. The skull shot out of his hands, chasing the page. The page was only twelve, but still ran for his life. The skull passed through his back and came out the other side, leaving no trace at all.
The poor boy gave one agonizing shriek, so loud, it woke lady Crysania in Palanthas, the morning after, and fell, never to get up again.
Vanifar just looked at the corpse and laughed. He walked over to the deceased page and drew forth a silver dagger from the dark, folds of his sleeve. He then stooped down, and slashed his back open, revealing red blood oozing out of the wound. He then slashed some more on his back, leaving a mark. He then turned over the kid, and started mutilating the face with the knife. When he was done, the body was unrecognizable, except for the back, which only had the few marks that he first made.
"Being pleased with his work he called a draconian, who came running up with a smile, that would make most cringe by the sight of the crooked, green, jagged teeth. "Hang this in my study. I like to view my art in the morning. It makes me feel happier."
The draconian nodded and grinned even wider as he carried away the mutilated body. And as the creature carried it away, he could make out the marks on the back reading, Art Done By Vanifar the Great. He turned and continued walking along the parapets, singing a song that involved mutilating a twelve year old page. "Now, lets go open this portal.," said Vanifar to himself. And if you looked back, you could still see a bloodstain on the stone that would never fade.
Chapter 4
Lord Soth sat on his dark throne pondering. He had done an unusual amount of it lately. There seemed to be nothing else to do. An ex Solamnic Knight, his armor still shone in an unholy light. Once beautiful, his armor was permanently stained black. A long time ago, he was an honest, honor-bound, man. But, human nature takes over common sense. That had proven ill for him long ago. He was cursed. Cursed to a life of eternal torture, never being able to rest. But finally, he had a companion, a forced love to a woman like him.
Kitiara Majere had always been an ambitious woman. Driven by her lust for power and control in the War of the Lance, she had been rewarded with spending eternity with Lord Soth. But today, Soth was pondering if there was a way out, if he could die and find peace in death.
A ghost form of a beautiful woman in blue dragon scale armor appeared before him. It was Kitiara.
"My love.," said the cold voice of Lord Soth. "My love.," replied Kitiara. " I have a plan." Lord Soth nodded. "We could rule this world, your skeletal warriors are unstoppable. They are no match for anyone, not even the clerics of good or evil. We could reign supreme. Reign over all life. Nothing would ever stand in our way. We would always be there.... for each other.," replied Kit rubbing up against Soth's side. She had a way of Seducing men, even cursed ones. "We could, but right now, I need a little convincing." Replied the ex knight as a bed appeared in the middle of his throne room.
Kitiara could only smile with anticipated pleasure. When Kitiara was on top of Soth they gave into their hidden passion. They kept at it all night and well into mid-day, when a messenger arrived panting. When he walked into the room, he almost vomited. The undead showing their love publicly is not a pleasurable thing to see. But this page had been there before and knew to keep his mouth shut and wait. When the up and down movement slowed, the page coughed rather loudly. Soth immediately was upright and dressed, not there was modesty in a cursed man. "You have news?," asked Soth.
The page said, "Vanifar of the Gray Knights asks for your assistance in a war which he thinks could end all wars and dominate all of Krynn. Kitiara looked up immediately and whispered something in his ear, or what was left in it. Soth thought for a while aand said, "Tell Vanifar that we would be extremely interested in his war."
As soon as the page left and was out of earshot, Lord Soth turned to Kitiara and said, "My love, this will be the time we shall be know as the Lover's Empire." And with that, they returned to their disgusting, yet passionate lovemaking. But what they did not notice, was that the page had turned around ad spied through the keyhole like he was instructed to do by his master, Vanifar the Great. Vanifar had other things in mind.