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Chapter One: Defiance
A small apparition about half a full grown man's height, piped obnoxiously at Raistlin. This was a common habit for the poor kender, and a habit Raistlin had little patience for, especially now. "Oh hello Raistlin," squeaked Tas, "did you die? I thought I was dead once, especially after the Cataclysm when I found the Abyss. Don't you remember that, huh, don't suppose you remember?"
"Be silent kender!" Raistlin shouted. That was another habit of Tasslehoff's; one Raistlin had no tolerance for, ever. "Yes, I am dead," he remarked with a depressed sigh, "but through my death I have immortality and all the magic of the world at my disposal!" Raistlin fell to his knees before the kender, twitching and coughing from a torturous spasm. Ever since his last trip back to Krynn when his nephew Palin Majere opened the Abyss, Raistlin's cursed cough continued to afflict his breathing.
Used to seeing Raistlin in such poor conditions, Tas tried to help him to his feet once the spasm calmed. "Easy Raist," Tas comforted, "let me help you." Recognizing the kender's quick-nimble hands upon him, Raistlin took an uneasy leap backward. Patting around his glorious gold robes, checking if all his spell components were in place, Raistlin's fury was upon the kender. "Never touch me!" Raistlin shrieked, "And do not call me Raist, only Caramon ever called me that."
Half-knowing what he said, the apparition of his twin brother came at his call. Cursing himself beneath his breath, Raistlin turned to face his twin. "You called Raist?" a tone of worry was in Caramon's voice, "do you need your tea, a warm blanket?" Realizing what he had just said, Caramon too cursed himself beneath his muffled breath. "What is it, brother?" "I did not summon you!" Raistlin croaked as another spasm contorted his frail body. "Leave...be gone...I need no help from you..."
Not wanting to see his dear friend go, Tas quickly grasped caramon's muscled arm. "No, don't leave Caramon!" Tas squealed, "He's angry at me now, he'll turn me into a rat!" "No he won't Tas, don't worry it's me he's mad at, not you." Caramon reassured the kender. "You don't know that! But I was once a mouse; do you remember Caramon, huh, do you? I guess not, I'll remind you. We were in the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth Forest; Par-Salian had been casting the time-traveling magic thingy. I prayed to Fizban, oh hello Fizban how have you been lately?" Before Paladine himself could answer the kender had found his place and was continuing the story.
"I put on this ring, no don't look at me like that! I explained that already, I 'found' the ring just lying on the floor of someone's room, honest!" Tas declared with the up most innocence. "I put it on after praying to Fizban and was turned into a mouse..." Tas was interrupted by Raistlin yelled something at him again, he wasn't sure what. It was a known fact kender are thieves, though they don't know it, and have very selective hearing. "By the Gods among us," Raistlin was furious, "shut you insolent blabbering!"
"I better go before Raistlin becomes even madder." Caramon replied as he walked off toward the horizon of the Abyss. Once Caramon had left, Paladine was the one to break the eerie silence. "Hello Tas and yes I've been quite well lately. Now," Paladine shifted his gaze from the kender to the silent archmagus," what is it you truly plan on doing with this kender?" Raistlin did not answer; he merely left the silence to reply for him. "Very well," Paladine replied, "then we will see how you fare against us Majere! Until you beat us, you shall not enter the world of Krynn again!"
Without even taking up any spell components, Raistlin began to chant one of his own magical spells. Being armed with all the magic was proving to be his greatest advantage against the Gods. "Ast nos shirak eni dulak es rah oeh vucous!" Raistlin chanted as the ecstasy of the magic burned within his blood. Dark clouds and torrential winds shattered the desolate land of the Abyss. The gusts whipped around his golden robes, fire sparked from his eyes and lightning streaked from his fingertips.
Catastrophic quakes ravaged the Abyss, sulfur rained down from the sky. The power of Raistlin's magic surpassed all others, his ambition turned to heat that scorched the deserted lands, the gods themselves were afraid. Maelstroms of magic swirled around the archmagus, concentrating the magic of the final blast. A sphere of massive proportions, full of fire, ice, and lightning magic formed in the mage's palms. Paladine knelt before the archmage, as did the other Gods. The end was upon them, not even Chaos, Father of All and Nothing could have stopped Raistlin at his peak.
Finishing the spell, Raistlin had to only chant the final spidery words of magic. "Siahh ens dastuos..." Just as Raistlin aimed the magic at the cowering Gods, the worst spasm came over him. Forced to his knees, the magic dissipated, died out. The Abyss returned to its normal devastation, the shameful figures of the Gods stood up. Together they stood around the archmagus, still spilling blood upon his lips and coughing to exhaustion. No mage would ever be as strong as Raistlin Majere, or as weak. By this the Gods vowed, through his ambitious determination, he was worthy of praise.
"Archmagus Majere, "Paladine called out, "you may return to Krynn..."
Chapter One: Defiance
A small apparition about half a full grown man's height, piped obnoxiously at Raistlin. This was a common habit for the poor kender, and a habit Raistlin had little patience for, especially now. "Oh hello Raistlin," squeaked Tas, "did you die? I thought I was dead once, especially after the Cataclysm when I found the Abyss. Don't you remember that, huh, don't suppose you remember?"
"Be silent kender!" Raistlin shouted. That was another habit of Tasslehoff's; one Raistlin had no tolerance for, ever. "Yes, I am dead," he remarked with a depressed sigh, "but through my death I have immortality and all the magic of the world at my disposal!" Raistlin fell to his knees before the kender, twitching and coughing from a torturous spasm. Ever since his last trip back to Krynn when his nephew Palin Majere opened the Abyss, Raistlin's cursed cough continued to afflict his breathing.
Used to seeing Raistlin in such poor conditions, Tas tried to help him to his feet once the spasm calmed. "Easy Raist," Tas comforted, "let me help you." Recognizing the kender's quick-nimble hands upon him, Raistlin took an uneasy leap backward. Patting around his glorious gold robes, checking if all his spell components were in place, Raistlin's fury was upon the kender. "Never touch me!" Raistlin shrieked, "And do not call me Raist, only Caramon ever called me that."
Half-knowing what he said, the apparition of his twin brother came at his call. Cursing himself beneath his breath, Raistlin turned to face his twin. "You called Raist?" a tone of worry was in Caramon's voice, "do you need your tea, a warm blanket?" Realizing what he had just said, Caramon too cursed himself beneath his muffled breath. "What is it, brother?" "I did not summon you!" Raistlin croaked as another spasm contorted his frail body. "Leave...be gone...I need no help from you..."
Not wanting to see his dear friend go, Tas quickly grasped caramon's muscled arm. "No, don't leave Caramon!" Tas squealed, "He's angry at me now, he'll turn me into a rat!" "No he won't Tas, don't worry it's me he's mad at, not you." Caramon reassured the kender. "You don't know that! But I was once a mouse; do you remember Caramon, huh, do you? I guess not, I'll remind you. We were in the Tower of High Sorcery in Wayreth Forest; Par-Salian had been casting the time-traveling magic thingy. I prayed to Fizban, oh hello Fizban how have you been lately?" Before Paladine himself could answer the kender had found his place and was continuing the story.
"I put on this ring, no don't look at me like that! I explained that already, I 'found' the ring just lying on the floor of someone's room, honest!" Tas declared with the up most innocence. "I put it on after praying to Fizban and was turned into a mouse..." Tas was interrupted by Raistlin yelled something at him again, he wasn't sure what. It was a known fact kender are thieves, though they don't know it, and have very selective hearing. "By the Gods among us," Raistlin was furious, "shut you insolent blabbering!"
"I better go before Raistlin becomes even madder." Caramon replied as he walked off toward the horizon of the Abyss. Once Caramon had left, Paladine was the one to break the eerie silence. "Hello Tas and yes I've been quite well lately. Now," Paladine shifted his gaze from the kender to the silent archmagus," what is it you truly plan on doing with this kender?" Raistlin did not answer; he merely left the silence to reply for him. "Very well," Paladine replied, "then we will see how you fare against us Majere! Until you beat us, you shall not enter the world of Krynn again!"
Without even taking up any spell components, Raistlin began to chant one of his own magical spells. Being armed with all the magic was proving to be his greatest advantage against the Gods. "Ast nos shirak eni dulak es rah oeh vucous!" Raistlin chanted as the ecstasy of the magic burned within his blood. Dark clouds and torrential winds shattered the desolate land of the Abyss. The gusts whipped around his golden robes, fire sparked from his eyes and lightning streaked from his fingertips.
Catastrophic quakes ravaged the Abyss, sulfur rained down from the sky. The power of Raistlin's magic surpassed all others, his ambition turned to heat that scorched the deserted lands, the gods themselves were afraid. Maelstroms of magic swirled around the archmagus, concentrating the magic of the final blast. A sphere of massive proportions, full of fire, ice, and lightning magic formed in the mage's palms. Paladine knelt before the archmage, as did the other Gods. The end was upon them, not even Chaos, Father of All and Nothing could have stopped Raistlin at his peak.
Finishing the spell, Raistlin had to only chant the final spidery words of magic. "Siahh ens dastuos..." Just as Raistlin aimed the magic at the cowering Gods, the worst spasm came over him. Forced to his knees, the magic dissipated, died out. The Abyss returned to its normal devastation, the shameful figures of the Gods stood up. Together they stood around the archmagus, still spilling blood upon his lips and coughing to exhaustion. No mage would ever be as strong as Raistlin Majere, or as weak. By this the Gods vowed, through his ambitious determination, he was worthy of praise.
"Archmagus Majere, "Paladine called out, "you may return to Krynn..."