Wizard's Delight

[DoF Archive]

Date: 10/18/1998 4:30 AM Central Daylight Time
From: SpifyMcBng

I can feel it...

The green glow of the gem brightened, its energies pouring out into the weathered hands of an eccentric old mage.

The power.. the potential..

The irony of the situation had been bypassed in his mind, so addled was it with power-lust. His years of study left him able to accomplish wonderous tricks and effects with the power of the land; yet his greatest prize was only won through simple, con-artist trickery. Surely, the faux stone had to be carefully crafted. Magic held fast the construction of sound; magic held bound the superficial powers it possessed. Mere words had traded it
for a relic of power undefinable.

My time is at hand.

For three weeks now, the crinkly old wizard had studied his newest toy with the greatest care, lest he somehow trigger his own destruction. Never, ever, could he consider that his theft had accomplished the very same, very undesired, goal.

Was it magic that convinced Rask to hand over Pathfinder for Khorien's "extended study"? Perhaps a lack of patience with the results so far garnered from the necessary on-again, off-again work convinced him. Maybe threats; a horse's head in one's sleeping quarters can often do wonders in terms of motivation.

It is mine.

None of it mattered anymore. With Icedancer missing, and the other three safely in the hands of their holders, it was time to plan. Only he could truly master these gems. Perhaps it would be wiser to bide his time, gain control of the others before making a move. Alas, vengeance has little time for mortal shortcomings such as patience.

None shall take it from me.

Plans were made. Creations sculpted, from the hearts of trees, from the land itself. Titan, Incorporated, would fall before his wrath. It was inevitable.

I am invincible.