Author: Cavalier
Date:Dec 31 2001
The time was near and I was happy. I was so close after all of these years to finally achieving an end. I had travelled the land from length to breadth. Slain monster far and wide. Fought the greatest evils and good alike. I was equal opportunity for the cosmic balance had to be maintained. I had reached the end of the wonder, the sparkle and lures of the realms was gone. All I had left to gain was immortality itself. I wanted to end the threat of death sapping my gains and nothing more. I would go out at my peak and on my own terms. I had finally learned of the final secret I would need to obtain my goals and I would not be delayed in my quest. I set out to obtain what I would need for my last ordeal. With pride, I donned my silvery armor that I obtained from the metallic creatures that lived on the outer world planes. Fearsome and foul beasts. Over the gauntlets I wore my glowing right to provide me with needed light and not burden my hands with a torch. A precious little piece of jewlery that I found deep on a glacier. Not as if the polar bears could use that little trinket. And speaking of trinkets, I retrieved my little iron cube. Small in size, but large in importance for within was a portal to another dimension with near infinite storage and a quick place to recover if overwhelmed. And I was more than happy to liberate it from its rock creature guardian for his taunts were merciless and unnecessary during honorable combat. I liberated the ancient and powerful Spear of Life Draining from its hidden recess. Guarded in the darkness by both beasts and secrecy, this fearsome weapon was all but lost and forgotten except for we few old-timers who still retained the knowledge. But the times were changing and few adventurers would dare the risk and even fewer would use the weapon. Powerful guilds had arisen across the lands and the days and needs for powerful steel were at their twilight. I had no need for that flashy guild power. For all I needed was some strong steel and I was a force to be reckoned with, and this spear was one of the best. It's weight and balance felt good in my worn hands. Something was going to die upon its serrated tip soon. I scoured the lands for precious healing that I would need. While the liquors across the land aided in the healing process, it had its limitations. I had little need to be intoxicated while fighting dragons. I needed a sober head if I wished to keep my life. Nor did I wish to be spending precious time at a pub to imbibe in the spirits. Soon, my iron cube was liberally stocked with all of the healing I would ever need. I then travelled to the keep that was the home my closest friend in the realms. Ambrosia was his name and he was a paladin by trade. I had need of his services for this one last time for powerful evil lay in wait and his sword skills were superior to even my own. For his impressive strength and might and skills, his sacrifice was to forever surrender the offensive magics and to not be tempted to the way of evil. Not a bargain I would make, but then he wasn't me. I explained what I was about to set out to do. The task was simple, restore the Gates of Paradise so that they may open again for the worthy souls to enter. What I couldn't relate to my friend was what I needed to do to obtain the piece of that heavenly gate. This was the great secret that I had gleaned. I would first need to assemble an artifact of great evil, the Amulet of Damnation, and make a deal with the beast itself. What my friend didn't know wouldn't hurt his conscience or harm my chances. Ambrosia agreed to aid even though he would be loosing a powerful ally in his war against evil. He too understood the need for my rest and was looking forward to his impending retirement. Ambrosia donned his own suit of silvery armor and wielded the mighty Hofud blade. A blade made for and wielded by a god. It was no small matter to seperate the sword from its original master. But that battle tale is for another time. Quickly, we made our way to the dark castle of evil archwizard that went by the unoriginal name of Lucifer. It was a dark and imposing structure set deep into the shadows to hide its presence from the light. However the castle looked, it had not deterred me from exploring deep within. I had gleaned that the amulet had been broken up years ago and the pieces hidden within a set of 6 rings. Each ring was guarded by secrecy or undead and sometimes both. But I was determined and over the years I listened to the bard tales and made journeys to validate the truth from the dreams. Only there was one tale which I had not been able to verify. Deep within the keep was a beast that of such fearsome power that few would say its name aloud. It was known simply as Sharon, and she was an ancient black wyrm. Many had crossed her path, and most had perished to her claws...even myself. Many long years ago, I had blundered into her lair and she showed me no mercy. Brave but foolish I fought her and lost miserably. If it were not for the powerful magics of the realms clerics I would have been but a dim memory. I have not forgotten that defeat and I swore revenge. Yes, it would be good to defeat her on my way to immortality. I hate leaving loose ends. Ambrosia and I began dispatching the guardian undead. With sheer glee in his eyes, Ambrosia sliced merrily through the various ghosts and spectres. Quickly, we had gained 3 of the rings we needed and a tiny glowing stone which I had need of later. Our battling had awoken the moat beast. Excellent, I had need of the ring and glowing stone that laid deep within its bowels. Big but bloated the beast was more foul smelling than foul. It was soon sent on its journey to the hereafter. The fifth ring was far easier to obtain as it required some patience and some wits. I had to climb the nearby tower village of the saccharinely cute bears and call their bird to give me the ring that it had within its nest. A mere trifle compared to things I had done in my past. The sixth and final ring however was not going to be so easy. I needed to become evil enough to summon the ring forth. I sent Ambrosia on a quick errand while I set about my task. I began slaughtering the populace of the bear village. They annoyed me anyways and enough evil had been eliminated that some good needed to go and meet its destiny. I quickly grabbed their torn corpses and began sacrificing them upon the dark altar located in Lucifer's castle. Upon the altar, a ring materialized. I had obtained my prize, the 6th and final ring. Made of the blackest onyx, it truly reflected the darkness that now dwelled within my heart. I fed off of the darkness to give me the strength for the battle ahead. It was time for Sharon to fall into the pits of hell, and I was going to show her the way. My heart raced in anticipation. I gripped the spear in my hands. Even Ambrosia was excited for he had not faced down this beast. I readied my fireball buddy which was my pet name for the slim bracelet with the fireball stamped upon its face. It allowed me to cast the fireball spell at a feverish pace without the need for incantations or reagents. A handy thing indeed for the heat of battle. We uttered a few battle prayers. I fingered the figurine I held in my hand. It was to be my edge, my ace in the hole. I uttered the incantations to free the magical beast contained within. The green panther growled softly and awaited my command. TO BATTLE! No cowardly attack was this. Nay, we shall assault with glory and honor! As we entered, we found the dragon was waiting for us for it had learned of my attempts to restore the amulet through its foul means. All the better! I would prefer to kill her at her apex of strength. The panther was fast and strong. It enjoined the battle long before we could close in to strike. As the dragon began its duel with the panther, Ambrosia and I flanked the dragon and began our assault. The dragon was as swift as our beast but it couldn't hit all of us at the same time in the limited den it had chosen. My magical fire was marring its black scales and our magical steel was swiftly inducing legions of life draining cuts. Still the loathesome beast fought on. Minutes of battle dragged on. We were growing weary and hurt and the dragon still seemed as inexhaustable as I last remembered. My spirits were falling, what more could I do? Was there no way for me to win? Suddenly, Sharon rose up and turn her steely cold eyes to me. What was it to be now? What cruel trick had she kept in her reserve? A blink and a shudder. Was that a flicker of recognition of her killing deed in the past? Sharon then raised her head and let out a frothy whistle and fell to the ground. It was over. I had won. Battered and tired, I went over to my friend. His smile was wide. I think he is enjoying this too much. I grasped his hand and we set onwards upon my quest for there was no time to rest. At the back of the cave was the tower I needed to ascend for the next stage of my quest. I needed the spell scrolls that would restore the amulet to its whole. Earlier, I had dueled with a harpy queen to obtain her power spell scroll. This ancient spell would reave asunder the holder of the scroll that would amalgamate the amulet together. Here, I had to tread alone for this was not a job for a paladin, it was a job for a murderer. Up the tower flights I went, until I found the guardian. A draining task upon both health and will for the magics that protected the guardian were strong. Fortunately, the healing I had with me was sufficient to keep me going. The guardian was powerful being of light and holiness. I twinge of conscience for what I was about to do. Then I remembered the evil that we had slain earlier, and that the balance needed to be shifted back. I unfurled the ancient parchment and read the words from the now flaming scroll. The being just blinked and was gone in an echoing scream. His guarded treasure lay upon the ground. Eagerly, I read the scroll and the rings shimmered and spun on the air. The rings transformed and merged and the amulet took form. In a flash of light, the tarnished silver amulet became whole once more and flew to me and attached itself to me. Well, now that I had finally rebuilt this cursed artifact, it was time to make my way to depths of hell to parlay my deal. Ambrosia waited around at the bottom of the stairs. He seemed troubled when I arrived. Could he sense the darkness that threatened to overtake me. Did he feel the evil that was in my possession? Gamely, he picked himself and readied himself for our assault into hell. His god blade glinted in the silvery light of my ring as he swung it about. Yes, good ole Ambrosia. What he didn't know was for his best. I smiled lightly. I sent him ahead to begin opening our portal. I had one last trip to make to the dark altar. I sacrificed yet another of the realms good creatures to its dark auspices. The dark gods were pleased with me for they rewarded me with the golden ring of the holy. Yes, I had need of this little artifact later, but not for the reasons the dark gods had in mind. Briskly, I walked to the designated point. Ambrosia had everything prepared and in order. He regaled me with his tale of slaying of the demon known as Halja. As testiment, Ambrosia gave me the bloodstone that the demon kept. The way was now open. Summoning my energies, we descended. The stairs abruptly ended, far from the end of the pit. Already, I could hear the moans of the damned and the laughter of the condemned. I took out the sparkling stones from my pack. Yes, I had learned of their secret in my adventures. Nothing was hidden from me now for I knew the way. I rubbed the stone and dropped the first to create a new section of spiraling stairs. Around and down we went, creating the stairs to the bottom of the pit. At the bottom of the pit was an ancient old dragon. With a snarl it looked up at us for our staircase had heralded our arrival. However, it refused to strike for it sensed the power I had upon me. There, in the center was a tiny crack from which hellfire itself was bursting forth. I told Ambrosia to withdraw himself and not interfer with what I was to do next. I removed my weapons and armor. Then, taking the amulet I called forth a demon. For one cannot enter into hell unless one is dead. The cosmic rules were clear about that. No matter, for I had a plan. I allowed the demon to defeat my body into death. With the amulet, I entered into the crack. Better bards than I have described this place and their words can not come close to what I saw in those few minutes there. Thankfully that immortality would soon be in my grasp and the fear of this place would no longer have a hold over me. Upon my arrival, demons came to claw at my soul and would have done so if not for the amulet I held. Instead, they cowered and escorted me to the one whose name I can not mention. His/Her/Its form was impressive, even more so than the realm that it ruled over. Even now, I can not summon it accurately to my mind for it is more than I can comprehend. The being was eager to have the powerful artifact and thus the palaver began earnestly. I made the fools bargain and may the powers forgive me for what I was about to do. In trade for the amulet, I would be returned to the mortal realms without penalty and delay, and I would be given the chunk of stone necessary for opening the Paradise Gates. In its greed and lust, my wishes were granted. I wonder what else I could have obtained or truly how much power I had relinquished. Immediately, I was restored in body whole and health returned at the end of the pit where friend Ambrosia waited. I saw questions in his eyes and I answered what I could. I hope his faith is strong to avoid what I had been through. We ascended the pit. I had much to atone for and I needed to be pure if I'm to return the gate stone to its rightful place. With Ambrosia as my guide, I purged the darkness from my heart. I had no need now for such small things as I was so ever close to my ultimate goal. Riches and wealth I gave to my friend to distribute as he saw fit. I would have no need for them where I was to go. I would be beyond that. It was time to go and with a light wave I wore the ring of the holy I had obtained earlier. I ascended up, high up into the clouds above. Gently I floated, higher and higher, past the outer realms. There, the light, the shiny gates. Floating around were a multitude of hues and lights, the souls kept locked out of their final and deserved reward. However inviting, it was not to be mine. At the gates stood the gatekeeper, ever vigilant he spied my approach. He seemed to know what I came bearing. With open arms, he greeted my landing at his feet. Then with a sadness, he realized the bargain before I spoke the words. It was within his power to grant and my reward I would take. In a flash, the stone was gone, the gates opened and for a split-second I glimpsed into paradise and felt the emptiness of never belonging to it. Then the light flooded over me and my body and soul burned as a bright star. The POWER! I felt it imbue me, pound me, drive through me. Nothing that I had ever experienced would be close. Not esctasy but rather a knowing and a becoming was what it was. Then, it was over and I felt different and yet the same. I had knowledge now, the knowledge of creation. I would be able to build and to create, no longer killing and destroying for gain. I descended down to the mortal plain to be with my friend Ambrosia once more to continue in our friendship once more. But the gods who oversaw the realm were fickle and jealous. They did not wish for a mere mortal to enjoin in their status. I was quickly whisked away to their interrogation chamber. There, they ranted and raved and demanded to know how I had cheated their mortal games and ascended? How one so small to have avoided their cognizance for so long would obtain so much. I knew of their power and decided I had not the strength to win this fight. For although I was immortal, I could still be stripped of all power and placed into the void to waste for eternity. Rather, I choose my words well and pleaded my case. Fortunately, after hours of work and wit battles, I was given a favorable judgement. I would be forced to withold my knowledge from the other mortals lest they gain the same passage into immortality. A promise of silence. Fortunately, I had no urge to share what I had struggled for years to obtain. No, if others are to follow in my steps, they too must struggle and let their fires of passion burn within them. Let the feel of time weigh upon their shoulders and maybe they will fight their way to cast off the yoke of mortality. Thus ends my tale and I hope those who can gleam from it what they may. For these words have been written not for you but for me so that the memory will not dim and fade as the eternity stretches out before me. No, I must remember why I had done what I did, an anchor point to which I can return to as the eons fade away. --Cavalier, the faded immortal from the Darker Realms