Chapter Four: Down in the Pits
"Are you sure Lykus? Allegations of this nature is not something we take lightly at all. We must be absolutely positive that Triest has actually gone over. Now I ask you once more brother, what happened."
Lykus sat before the heads of the conclave. In all its glory the heads of the conclave questioned Lykus and cast spells of truth upon him and read his thoughts for any hint of doubt in the mans story.
"Sirs, Triest and this young man transported into Vingaard Keep. Immediately afterwards I found this note in my pocket, by ways of magic I can only surmise. The note as previously stated, was from Triest. In this note he said that, his words not mine mind you, the conclave has been asleep to the world for too long. The brothers known as the Wilders or Renegades to you all have not been asleep, but hard at work. The fruits of our labor is at hand. We, the Knights of Morgion have allied ourselves with the Andrean Empire and even now as you read this note our forces shall be sweeping over the Solamnics forces. On bent knees they will swear oaths of allegiance to Andreas Lachanse. I offer you this one time deal. You send a delegation and swear oaths of allegiance yourselves and you shall be spared, even left alone to dwell in your stale keeps and towers, doin' what you will. As my master Morgion says, those who do not swear to me, will die by me. Disease and Decay shall sweep through your towers, your spells are no match for the power of a god. Takhisis was wrong in her attempts to enter the world to rule, if she had not been so eager to physically rule she could have destroyed the continent with her forces then entered. Morgion shall not make the same mistake. The High lord Vallyn will await your response in Kendermore. You will note him by his green hair."
The three heads of the conclave whispered amongst themselves and the head of the conclave stepped forward.
"I, Minoltar decree that we shall agree to these terms. As head of the wizards conclavemy will is law."
Instantly the other two heads of the conclave began protesting as if that had not been the decision. Minoltar turned quickly and muttered a few words and for the first time in history, blood had been spilt in the Conclave's Meeting room. Lightning burst from Minoltar's fingertips and struck both the other mages in the chest. The sickening smell of burnt flesh filled the room and Lykus fell to the floor from the force of the spell. As the lightning dispersed and Lykus cowered in the corner, Minoltar turned to him.
"You my friend, shall be the great martyr. Feel pride, for you have just set into motion a series of events that will change the face of ansolon forever. When I leave this room, I will tell the others that you, a spy from the Andrean Empire, has killed two of its heads and I have in turned killed him. A sad affair really, I am disappointed in you Lykus.HAHAHAHA!! Now, prepare for your afterlife fool." With that Minoltar raised his hands and mumble words of magic that Lykus didn't know. Quickly Lykus prayed to Paladine and muttered some magic himself and as Minoltar's spell was unleashed on the man it hit nothing but air. Fuming Minoltar began tearing apart the room.
"LYKUS!! YOU SHALL NOT ESCAPE BOY! WHERE WILL YOU GO WHEN EVERY MAGE ON ANSOLON WILL BE AFTER YOU? YOUR BRETHREN THINK YOU A MURDERER! MY BRETHREN THINK YOU THE ENEMY! YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS! YOU ARE DOOMED!!!"
"Are you sure Lykus? Allegations of this nature is not something we take lightly at all. We must be absolutely positive that Triest has actually gone over. Now I ask you once more brother, what happened."
Lykus sat before the heads of the conclave. In all its glory the heads of the conclave questioned Lykus and cast spells of truth upon him and read his thoughts for any hint of doubt in the mans story.
"Sirs, Triest and this young man transported into Vingaard Keep. Immediately afterwards I found this note in my pocket, by ways of magic I can only surmise. The note as previously stated, was from Triest. In this note he said that, his words not mine mind you, the conclave has been asleep to the world for too long. The brothers known as the Wilders or Renegades to you all have not been asleep, but hard at work. The fruits of our labor is at hand. We, the Knights of Morgion have allied ourselves with the Andrean Empire and even now as you read this note our forces shall be sweeping over the Solamnics forces. On bent knees they will swear oaths of allegiance to Andreas Lachanse. I offer you this one time deal. You send a delegation and swear oaths of allegiance yourselves and you shall be spared, even left alone to dwell in your stale keeps and towers, doin' what you will. As my master Morgion says, those who do not swear to me, will die by me. Disease and Decay shall sweep through your towers, your spells are no match for the power of a god. Takhisis was wrong in her attempts to enter the world to rule, if she had not been so eager to physically rule she could have destroyed the continent with her forces then entered. Morgion shall not make the same mistake. The High lord Vallyn will await your response in Kendermore. You will note him by his green hair."
The three heads of the conclave whispered amongst themselves and the head of the conclave stepped forward.
"I, Minoltar decree that we shall agree to these terms. As head of the wizards conclavemy will is law."
Instantly the other two heads of the conclave began protesting as if that had not been the decision. Minoltar turned quickly and muttered a few words and for the first time in history, blood had been spilt in the Conclave's Meeting room. Lightning burst from Minoltar's fingertips and struck both the other mages in the chest. The sickening smell of burnt flesh filled the room and Lykus fell to the floor from the force of the spell. As the lightning dispersed and Lykus cowered in the corner, Minoltar turned to him.
"You my friend, shall be the great martyr. Feel pride, for you have just set into motion a series of events that will change the face of ansolon forever. When I leave this room, I will tell the others that you, a spy from the Andrean Empire, has killed two of its heads and I have in turned killed him. A sad affair really, I am disappointed in you Lykus.HAHAHAHA!! Now, prepare for your afterlife fool." With that Minoltar raised his hands and mumble words of magic that Lykus didn't know. Quickly Lykus prayed to Paladine and muttered some magic himself and as Minoltar's spell was unleashed on the man it hit nothing but air. Fuming Minoltar began tearing apart the room.
"LYKUS!! YOU SHALL NOT ESCAPE BOY! WHERE WILL YOU GO WHEN EVERY MAGE ON ANSOLON WILL BE AFTER YOU? YOUR BRETHREN THINK YOU A MURDERER! MY BRETHREN THINK YOU THE ENEMY! YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS! YOU ARE DOOMED!!!"