Eternal
Given that your reflexes aren’t what they used to be, you don’t risk physical avoidance and instead put up your hands to create a shield for the oncoming beam of magic. At first you assume that the beam will either absorb into the shield or deflect completely, instead the force of it knocks you back much more than you were expecting.
And right into the portal.
You don’t feel any pain or anything really other than a minor fall on your back, which hits a stone floor. You’re not in your palace anymore, but what catches your attention immediately is what is in the room with you.
A fancy chair with an old withered looking body in it. You can tell its svelk, but you’ve never seen an “old” svelk before, or at least not one that displayed this great deal of age. At this distance you can’t even be sure if its alive or not.
Surrounding the chair are several tall rods, which emanate a magical field. The rods are embedded in the floor, they look like they’re made of adamantium. Very strong material usually used by the derro. Nearby there are several orbs mounted on similar shorter rods, they aren’t glowing or anything, but you assume that they’re also magical.
Other than this sight, there isn’t anything else in the room, which is made of solid looking stone. The other notable feature is the fact there aren’t any doors or any other apparent way out…
“I knew one day, you would return to me.” You hear a voice utter in your head. The voice is familiar and for a brief moment you think you’re dreaming, but a closer look at the withered body in the room and you know this is all too real.
“So you survived after all. Explains why there was no svelk body nearby when I got dug up.” You say.
“Not without a price as you can see.” Semra says. Apparently she can only communicate through your mind. The magical field prevents you from getting too close, but Semra’s face looks like it’s in a permanent slack jaw state. It would also appear that some magic never dies as you can sense Semra’s “emotions” right now thanks in part to that little spell she cast on you before you faced the Emperor.
Right now Semra’s probably gathering all the information of what you’ve been more or less up to since you were freed. As always, your own ability is limited and you can’t read what she’s been up to, however given her current state you don’t imagine it’s involved much physical activity.
You can sense a faint sign of…happiness(?) from her because you’re here, but then you never did quite understand her unnatural obsession for you. You also sense a slight feeling of shame for appearing the way she does (Though she’s trying really hard to block it from you). Vanity of course. Really though you’re more concerned with how you’re going to escape from here. You doubt that you can destroy the field surrounding Semra, if you could, you wouldn’t have been brought here in the first place. It’s obvious that Semra really wants to talk with you.
“Do you have no desire at all for a brief discussion with me after all we’ve been through?” Semra asks.
“Not particularly, though since I can see no apparent way out at this time, I suppose I’ll indulge you for now.”
“Don’t worry, unlike me, you are not a prisoner here. (Sigh) You don’t know how good it is to see you again, even if you are a little older…ha ha like I’m in a position to judge.” Semra remarks.
“ Yeaah, about that…so…what is this? Are you dead? Are you alive?”
“Oh I’m alive, but thanks to my daughter’s treachery I have been reduced to this pathetic shell.”
“When did that happen and how?”
“How, why and when it happened isn’t important. The fault is mine for not being more observant and allowing myself to still hold a torch for you which contributed to my weakness. I cannot blame Eldolith for her actions that lead me to this fate. She only did what a true svelk daughter would do.”
“So I take it you’re proud of her for turning you into a wizened invalid?”
“I was for a time, however despite a few shining moments she has ultimately proven to be a failure in her ambitions. She could’ve expanded the svelk so that we had our own Empire once again, but she was too busy bedding and torturing her slave girl lovers or indulging in other petty pleasures. She ultimately has no real confidence in her own abilities, if she did she wouldn’t keep me around.”
“I figured she kept you around as some sort of torture for you.” You remark.
“While you’re partially correct, the other reason is she still needs me around to hold her hand and tell her what to do next. She claims that she keeps me around because she enjoys mocking my decrepit impotent form while occasionally tapping my powers, but without me advising her, she wouldn’t have even held on to THIS city for as long as she did. If she’s trying to torture me by continuing to display her idiocy and making foolish decisions, while I can’t actively do anything about them, then it’s working. I urged her that she should’ve sought you out as soon as I sensed your active presence, but she just ignored me, claiming I was just being a sentimental fool. She never saw the big picture until it was too late, but I did. I still do. Which is why I wanted to see you.”
“What, the Xi threat?”
“That is indeed a threat, but it is perhaps just the catalyst for what is going to come.”
“And I suppose you can see into the future? I don’t remember you ever having that ability.”
“I didn’t, but after Casimir’s death, or the Cataclysm as most call it, many things were unleashed. Large waves of wild magic being one. Wish I had developed the ability BEFORE I was reduced to this husk, but then I suppose my current state allows for such dormant powers to manifest themselves due to being unable to do anything else except sit and think. Another thing that was unleashed was the Xi. Did you know they’ve lived far underground for millennia? Even further than the Derro or any other known subterranean race. Practically unknown to the surface world. It was only due to the massive upheaval of the earth due to the Cataclysm that they slowly started to make their way up to the surface. I believe they thought it was an attack, and now they’ve finally amassed their numbers to a point where they can overrun the surface world. Took them a few centuries, but here they are and they will be very difficult to stop.”
“But you said they weren’t the only danger.”
“They aren’t. The old Empire may have died, but its actions are going to be the destruction of the new one you have forged one way or another. The Xi are just one way, the other way is much more personal and the wound still runs deep. Wounds that we were also both were responsible for.”
You think back and you can only think of one thing…
“The gnomes?” you ask.
“Correct. My daughter has clumsily acquired info on the Redcap Kingdom over the years, but I trust my visions more. And if any of this is remotely accurate, they plan on committing mass genocide to everything in the area. This apparently will be done with a combination of weapons only their expertise in technology could’ve brought forth, it will also be done far above the ground.”
“What from the air? What did they figure out how to fly or something?”
You hear a small chuckle in your head from Semra.
“I see that you have not been very observant of the gnomes. You probably just heard that they had become less peaceable creatures, but the reality is much much more than that. In their war of survival against the Xi, they have been developing technology that can kill as quickly if not as elegantly as battle magic. Their most recent inventions have been strange flying machines. Airships for the lack of a better word, from these they rain down explosive death on the Xi.”
This is a lot of information to assess, but thanks to your link to Semra, you can sense no trickery from her. She has indeed been having visions similar to how Trog had them, except perhaps stronger.
“Okay, so basically I should just let the Xi and gnomes continue fighting until they wipe each other out to a point where neither one is a threat.”
“You can’t afford to do that, lover. Letting them battle it out hasn’t worked. That’s what my fool daughter thought and it’s proven to be a failure. The Xi AND the gnomes have managed to avoid extinction despite being at each other’s throats for decades now. The Xi has just expanded towards our direction and the gnomes have just developed more powerful weapons. If it keeps going, the war is going to ultimately engulf the entire area and chaos will ensue. The line needs to be held here in Arat if only to prevent the spread and that’s why you’re needed here.”
“So I’ve heard. Your daughter mentioned an ancient magical weapon that would only work if I helped charge it or something.”
Semra’s voice chuckles again.
“Yes, that was her way of insolently describing me, though I suppose it isn’t too far off as a description. Really though it isn’t a true solution. Basically you and I would join our energy together and form a protective barrier over this city. Something great enough that I doubt if even gnome weapons could penetrate it and I know the Xi wouldn’t be able to dig through it.”
You can’t believe that would be an option.
“This sounds pretty sketchy that some how I would be the convenient answer to the problem. I mean you’ve got other mages here and your daughter…”
“My daughter is a fucking charlatan. She has learned no real magic herself. As I’ve said she only taps my own powers which is why she can cast magic in the first place. As for other svelk, most of them are pretenders as well. The few that do actually have magical talent they wouldn’t be able to handle the full might of my magic either. But you. You are different. YOU actually have the ability. The power. I know because I trained you myself and what I didn’t teach you, Casimir certainly did. YOU and I could join together and survive the coming destruction like we did before.”
“Yeah because that turned out so well right? I was in stasis for five hundred years and you…well just look at yourself. You’d be better off dead. Am I to join your fate when I join with you in this magic spell that is supposedly going to save this city? And why would I want to save a city full of svelk?”
“Because you could be their ruler? What difference does it make when in the scheme of things you do not really care about your subjects so much as you care about the power you wield over them? I have seen your thoughts. Lately you have been dwelling on your own death and who will be worthy to take your place. Let me answer both questions. Nobody will EVER be worthy to take your place. Your Empire, what you have built will fall even if you do manage to save it from the Xi invasion or the inevitable revenge of the gnomes. You WILL be forgotten in time. But I’m offering you a chance at avoiding that fate. I’m offering you a kind of immortality and the chance to be in power FOREVER. Yes it is true, you would be confined to a state similar to mine, but you do not know the true power of the mind. Your body might be in a prison, but your mind would never be. I could teach you if you just join with me.”
As strange as it may seem, Semra’s words do hold a little weight. Immortality is appealing and lording it over the svelk would probably be amusing, but at what cost? Semra claims that her mind allows her freedom in a way that her physical body never could, but you just can’t see living like that voluntarily. You might be facing your own mortality soon, but if that is going to happen then that’s how it shall be. The future hasn’t been written yet as far as you’re concerned.
Plus there’s also the fact that Semra just wants someone to join in her living death misery, who better than you?
“Semra, I’ve listened to your offer and indulged you long enough. I decline and will deal with the threats to my Empire on my own terms. Now then, I trust you have the ability to let me go?”
Semra says nothing, for a moment you think you’re going to have to make a threat. While you aren’t sure if you’d actually be able to take down the magical field around her, you’d give it a good try. It doesn’t come to that though and soon another portal open up.
“Go then. You will see that I’m right though and you will come back to me. You know we were meant to be together.” Semra remarks.
“Well thanks to your daughter, your nation has officially declared war. So perhaps you’re right, maybe I will be back with an entire army.” You answer.
“I will be looking forward to that day, lover.”
You step through the portal and find yourself back in your palace where things are in turmoil. Your return quells things down though. Unfortunately Eldolith got away. Apparently she escaped through another portal. You aren’t worried though; she’ll pay for what she did. The svelk won’t have to wait for the Xi to overrun them; you’ll get there first.
And right into the portal.
You don’t feel any pain or anything really other than a minor fall on your back, which hits a stone floor. You’re not in your palace anymore, but what catches your attention immediately is what is in the room with you.
A fancy chair with an old withered looking body in it. You can tell its svelk, but you’ve never seen an “old” svelk before, or at least not one that displayed this great deal of age. At this distance you can’t even be sure if its alive or not.
Surrounding the chair are several tall rods, which emanate a magical field. The rods are embedded in the floor, they look like they’re made of adamantium. Very strong material usually used by the derro. Nearby there are several orbs mounted on similar shorter rods, they aren’t glowing or anything, but you assume that they’re also magical.
Other than this sight, there isn’t anything else in the room, which is made of solid looking stone. The other notable feature is the fact there aren’t any doors or any other apparent way out…
“I knew one day, you would return to me.” You hear a voice utter in your head. The voice is familiar and for a brief moment you think you’re dreaming, but a closer look at the withered body in the room and you know this is all too real.
“So you survived after all. Explains why there was no svelk body nearby when I got dug up.” You say.
“Not without a price as you can see.” Semra says. Apparently she can only communicate through your mind. The magical field prevents you from getting too close, but Semra’s face looks like it’s in a permanent slack jaw state. It would also appear that some magic never dies as you can sense Semra’s “emotions” right now thanks in part to that little spell she cast on you before you faced the Emperor.
Right now Semra’s probably gathering all the information of what you’ve been more or less up to since you were freed. As always, your own ability is limited and you can’t read what she’s been up to, however given her current state you don’t imagine it’s involved much physical activity.
You can sense a faint sign of…happiness(?) from her because you’re here, but then you never did quite understand her unnatural obsession for you. You also sense a slight feeling of shame for appearing the way she does (Though she’s trying really hard to block it from you). Vanity of course. Really though you’re more concerned with how you’re going to escape from here. You doubt that you can destroy the field surrounding Semra, if you could, you wouldn’t have been brought here in the first place. It’s obvious that Semra really wants to talk with you.
“Do you have no desire at all for a brief discussion with me after all we’ve been through?” Semra asks.
“Not particularly, though since I can see no apparent way out at this time, I suppose I’ll indulge you for now.”
“Don’t worry, unlike me, you are not a prisoner here. (Sigh) You don’t know how good it is to see you again, even if you are a little older…ha ha like I’m in a position to judge.” Semra remarks.
“ Yeaah, about that…so…what is this? Are you dead? Are you alive?”
“Oh I’m alive, but thanks to my daughter’s treachery I have been reduced to this pathetic shell.”
“When did that happen and how?”
“How, why and when it happened isn’t important. The fault is mine for not being more observant and allowing myself to still hold a torch for you which contributed to my weakness. I cannot blame Eldolith for her actions that lead me to this fate. She only did what a true svelk daughter would do.”
“So I take it you’re proud of her for turning you into a wizened invalid?”
“I was for a time, however despite a few shining moments she has ultimately proven to be a failure in her ambitions. She could’ve expanded the svelk so that we had our own Empire once again, but she was too busy bedding and torturing her slave girl lovers or indulging in other petty pleasures. She ultimately has no real confidence in her own abilities, if she did she wouldn’t keep me around.”
“I figured she kept you around as some sort of torture for you.” You remark.
“While you’re partially correct, the other reason is she still needs me around to hold her hand and tell her what to do next. She claims that she keeps me around because she enjoys mocking my decrepit impotent form while occasionally tapping my powers, but without me advising her, she wouldn’t have even held on to THIS city for as long as she did. If she’s trying to torture me by continuing to display her idiocy and making foolish decisions, while I can’t actively do anything about them, then it’s working. I urged her that she should’ve sought you out as soon as I sensed your active presence, but she just ignored me, claiming I was just being a sentimental fool. She never saw the big picture until it was too late, but I did. I still do. Which is why I wanted to see you.”
“What, the Xi threat?”
“That is indeed a threat, but it is perhaps just the catalyst for what is going to come.”
“And I suppose you can see into the future? I don’t remember you ever having that ability.”
“I didn’t, but after Casimir’s death, or the Cataclysm as most call it, many things were unleashed. Large waves of wild magic being one. Wish I had developed the ability BEFORE I was reduced to this husk, but then I suppose my current state allows for such dormant powers to manifest themselves due to being unable to do anything else except sit and think. Another thing that was unleashed was the Xi. Did you know they’ve lived far underground for millennia? Even further than the Derro or any other known subterranean race. Practically unknown to the surface world. It was only due to the massive upheaval of the earth due to the Cataclysm that they slowly started to make their way up to the surface. I believe they thought it was an attack, and now they’ve finally amassed their numbers to a point where they can overrun the surface world. Took them a few centuries, but here they are and they will be very difficult to stop.”
“But you said they weren’t the only danger.”
“They aren’t. The old Empire may have died, but its actions are going to be the destruction of the new one you have forged one way or another. The Xi are just one way, the other way is much more personal and the wound still runs deep. Wounds that we were also both were responsible for.”
You think back and you can only think of one thing…
“The gnomes?” you ask.
“Correct. My daughter has clumsily acquired info on the Redcap Kingdom over the years, but I trust my visions more. And if any of this is remotely accurate, they plan on committing mass genocide to everything in the area. This apparently will be done with a combination of weapons only their expertise in technology could’ve brought forth, it will also be done far above the ground.”
“What from the air? What did they figure out how to fly or something?”
You hear a small chuckle in your head from Semra.
“I see that you have not been very observant of the gnomes. You probably just heard that they had become less peaceable creatures, but the reality is much much more than that. In their war of survival against the Xi, they have been developing technology that can kill as quickly if not as elegantly as battle magic. Their most recent inventions have been strange flying machines. Airships for the lack of a better word, from these they rain down explosive death on the Xi.”
This is a lot of information to assess, but thanks to your link to Semra, you can sense no trickery from her. She has indeed been having visions similar to how Trog had them, except perhaps stronger.
“Okay, so basically I should just let the Xi and gnomes continue fighting until they wipe each other out to a point where neither one is a threat.”
“You can’t afford to do that, lover. Letting them battle it out hasn’t worked. That’s what my fool daughter thought and it’s proven to be a failure. The Xi AND the gnomes have managed to avoid extinction despite being at each other’s throats for decades now. The Xi has just expanded towards our direction and the gnomes have just developed more powerful weapons. If it keeps going, the war is going to ultimately engulf the entire area and chaos will ensue. The line needs to be held here in Arat if only to prevent the spread and that’s why you’re needed here.”
“So I’ve heard. Your daughter mentioned an ancient magical weapon that would only work if I helped charge it or something.”
Semra’s voice chuckles again.
“Yes, that was her way of insolently describing me, though I suppose it isn’t too far off as a description. Really though it isn’t a true solution. Basically you and I would join our energy together and form a protective barrier over this city. Something great enough that I doubt if even gnome weapons could penetrate it and I know the Xi wouldn’t be able to dig through it.”
You can’t believe that would be an option.
“This sounds pretty sketchy that some how I would be the convenient answer to the problem. I mean you’ve got other mages here and your daughter…”
“My daughter is a fucking charlatan. She has learned no real magic herself. As I’ve said she only taps my own powers which is why she can cast magic in the first place. As for other svelk, most of them are pretenders as well. The few that do actually have magical talent they wouldn’t be able to handle the full might of my magic either. But you. You are different. YOU actually have the ability. The power. I know because I trained you myself and what I didn’t teach you, Casimir certainly did. YOU and I could join together and survive the coming destruction like we did before.”
“Yeah because that turned out so well right? I was in stasis for five hundred years and you…well just look at yourself. You’d be better off dead. Am I to join your fate when I join with you in this magic spell that is supposedly going to save this city? And why would I want to save a city full of svelk?”
“Because you could be their ruler? What difference does it make when in the scheme of things you do not really care about your subjects so much as you care about the power you wield over them? I have seen your thoughts. Lately you have been dwelling on your own death and who will be worthy to take your place. Let me answer both questions. Nobody will EVER be worthy to take your place. Your Empire, what you have built will fall even if you do manage to save it from the Xi invasion or the inevitable revenge of the gnomes. You WILL be forgotten in time. But I’m offering you a chance at avoiding that fate. I’m offering you a kind of immortality and the chance to be in power FOREVER. Yes it is true, you would be confined to a state similar to mine, but you do not know the true power of the mind. Your body might be in a prison, but your mind would never be. I could teach you if you just join with me.”
As strange as it may seem, Semra’s words do hold a little weight. Immortality is appealing and lording it over the svelk would probably be amusing, but at what cost? Semra claims that her mind allows her freedom in a way that her physical body never could, but you just can’t see living like that voluntarily. You might be facing your own mortality soon, but if that is going to happen then that’s how it shall be. The future hasn’t been written yet as far as you’re concerned.
Plus there’s also the fact that Semra just wants someone to join in her living death misery, who better than you?
“Semra, I’ve listened to your offer and indulged you long enough. I decline and will deal with the threats to my Empire on my own terms. Now then, I trust you have the ability to let me go?”
Semra says nothing, for a moment you think you’re going to have to make a threat. While you aren’t sure if you’d actually be able to take down the magical field around her, you’d give it a good try. It doesn’t come to that though and soon another portal open up.
“Go then. You will see that I’m right though and you will come back to me. You know we were meant to be together.” Semra remarks.
“Well thanks to your daughter, your nation has officially declared war. So perhaps you’re right, maybe I will be back with an entire army.” You answer.
“I will be looking forward to that day, lover.”
You step through the portal and find yourself back in your palace where things are in turmoil. Your return quells things down though. Unfortunately Eldolith got away. Apparently she escaped through another portal. You aren’t worried though; she’ll pay for what she did. The svelk won’t have to wait for the Xi to overrun them; you’ll get there first.