A Story Teller
Wanderer
Chapter I
The pouring rain pounded along the ground splashing in a rather dramatic fashion as the liquid bullets crushed along the hard stone paths that led outside Vesper. The dark swirling clouds blocked whatever light the sun had to offer and even though it was midday it felt as if it was more like eight in the evening. The wind, howling as loudly as a Teterious, blocked out all sound besides its own screams of pathetic whiny-ness. Amidst this chaotic weather, a heavily garmented man made his way forth towards the eastern bridge which leads into Vesper.
The blankets of falling rain had not only made it hard to see and walk, but it had also flooded the rivers around Vesper. The low income city ( much like Para Twin's ho.. oh never mind ), couldn't afford proper flood gates, so now the streets were filled with knee high water rushing in all directions. The bridges were the worst, the water widely raged through the stone railings making it impossible to cross without being swept away.
But to this mysterious man he had no problems crossing, by simple muttering a few words under his breathe he easily teleported across coming to a less flooded side which was right by Vesper's North Bank. Not many were outside daring to travel in this weather; the few who did try were having trouble even trying to stand up properly. The strange man had a bit of trouble, his robes were soaking wet, his sandals... torn by the wind, and his pointy wizard hat? Slumped with water.
But sure enough he had reached Vespers Inn, and without hesitation he made his way inside. Magically no water or wind flew inside as the man made his way through the Inn's strong wood doors. Next to the door were bards playing magically upon their instruments merrily keeping the hideous weather from getting inside and spoiling all the fun.
The place was crowded, wizards, warriors, bards, thieves, tamers, alchemists, all kinds of people spent their time hiding out the storm inside this warm cozy Inn. Although this man was not here for comfort oh no... He was here on much more important business, business which not only concerned him but the rest of Felucia.
"A Bong Elemental, so nice to see you finally here. Was the traveling good?" Said the barkeep as he cleaned a dirty mug.
"Not as bad as it could've been." Replied Bong as he scanned the room seeming as if he was watching his back. "The others?" He turned back, eyeing the barkeep.
"Room 69.." The man turned taking ahold of a large brass key, "Last room down the left hall." Bong nodded while taking the key, as he walked he mumbled yet another spell this time a small flame went around him drawing out all the water which had made home in his attire. Instantly the water vaporized leaving him dry, and temporarily smoky
"At last." Said a voice as Bong entered the dimly lit room. Candles were scattered providing just enough light for the small circle to see each other’s faces. Instantly as Bong removed his heavy robe a cluster of three people stood to greet him.
"Chubby Chaser, I believe I met you once a few months ago." Smiled a large burly man as he shook Bongs hand. Bong smiled back, but he was really trying not to smirk at the man’s rather pubic looking soul patch.
"Good to see you again Bong." Greeted another man known as Neon Whistler, they had been friends back in the day but lost touch one Neon went through his "Yolo" phase.
"G-G-G-Good to m-m-meet you Sir B-B-Bong Elemental." Said a much younger man, "M-M-My name is C-C-C-."
"His names Crikey, don't mind him much he just stutters when he is nervous." Said the last man who remained sitting at the other side of the table. Bong patted Crikey's shoulder, he almost fainted, but luckily Neon took a hold of him as the group sat back down.
Leaning across the table Bong smiled as the last man stood to shake his hand, "Almost a pleasure to see you again UoNoobs."
UoNoob's smiled, "Please, call me Boo." With introductions out of the way the group took their seats, it was time to be serious.
"You all know why you were called here." Boo had begun the talking and together the group huddled in fascinated as Boo and Bong both recapped on what had happened within the last month.
In reality what was really happening across Felucia started farther back, and although my history of it all is a bit brief I will do my best to catch you up to the date Boo, Bong, and all them had this conversation back at Vesper Inn.
It first started a year and a half ago, when a murderous cult known as Holy began rising. Only the darkest, corrupted, and fattest wizards, warriors, and tamers joined the cult selling their souls for the power it had to offer. Although nothing was proven, great evidence connected Jim Fagey to the cult. Three months pass, Holy is now the largest guild of warriors of all types, none other contest their great numbers, slowly but surely after much sucking Holy starts to swallow them all up.
Due to great need of mages Jim Fagey is taken into the Council of Mages, strangely enough as he enters the Council, Holy begins to “break apart.” Jim Fagey rises in the ranks until suddenly he becomes Commander of Arms, a position granting him power over all the military mages. The only position higher than this, The Arch-Mage, which just six months ago belonged to Fabulous.
It was just a month ago when the ship carrying Fabulous sank off the coast of Moonglow, Holy had returned. Jim Fagey was the one man who could defeat them, he was the only one right to fill the position of Arch-Mage, and he had to be the next in line! But….. Not everything panned out correctly for him, Impulse, The Head of Council Defense was voted in by the Council, leaving Fagey where he had started.
Give me a moment while I rest my hands……… Ahh that’s good, let’s carry on now.
“So Fagey is after Arch-Mage? How do politics help him in his takeover?” Chubby was busy stuffing his face with cakes while speaking. Neon, who was next to him, couldn’t help but look in disgust as a few tid-bits landing near him.
“The power that comes with the title. Don’t you see? As the Arch-Mage he has the power to incriminate anyone, assassinate anyone, and even wage war….. CRIKEY!” Yelled Boo as he turned to the youngest of the group.
“Y-Yes?”
“Stop picking your nose.”
“S-S-Sorry…” Crikey sat up, acting like he knew what was going on when in all reality, the only thing going through his head were boogers, kangaroos, boobs, and even more boogers.
“There’s another thing we haven’t told you.” Said Bong as he looked over to Boo who already knew the information. For a second they both stared at each other, despair within their eyes.
“It was months ago that I began keeping a watch on Fagey…” Bong lit up a pipe. “Didn’t do much at first, spent most of time in the library of Serpent’s Hold, it was hard to see what he did in there though. Holy members were always with him, staying far enough so that he could not be connected, but saying close enough to make sure he was protected.” Bong took a long drag, coughing out a cloudy smoke of haze.
“B-B-Boy, you r-really are K-K-Keeper of the Chronic.” Awed Crikey at the smoke. Bong smiled, then continued…
“It was just weeks ago before this meeting was called together when I was able to follow Fagey and his goons into Cove. What I saw…. Trust me; I didn’t believe it at first. He was-was somehow controlling the Ancient Liches, all of them just-just obeying his every comma.-“
“That’s impossible!” Blurted out Neon. “It’s impossible to control the spawn besides the tamable mounts!”
“Not entirely.” Mumbled Boo. “An old lost form of Magic long ago used to exist. A rare form of necromancy that was said to have been stripped of the world from the High Gods long ago gave the ability to control dark things, evil things, anything absent of love.”
“How did he obtain this?” Questioned Neon while trying to stay calm.
“Only at a high state of power can one do this, but it is through the act of selling your soul, life and all it has to offer is stripped leaving a figure of destruction. No emotion, no feeling, nothing besides hate.” Boo stopped to look at the others has their faces were coated with anxiety.
“He’s going after the Champions of Felucia and worst, he’s going after the Harrower.”
“Oh hamburgers!” Squeaked Crikey as he jumped in his feet.
“Why hasn’t he already done this?”
“I’m not sure, there might be something he needs that only the title of Arch-Mage grants. But my best bet is that he still fears the power of the other factions. But with Arch-Mage, he can ensue a war to distract them, weaken them, and then when the time is right…. Strike.”
“Can’t we kill him and be done with it?” Huffed Chubby as he confidently chomped on a sausage.
“How does one die that has no life?” Replied Bong in a doubtful tone.
“So he’s invincible?”
“Not quite, there are ways to slay a necromancer but with our spells of magic, no matter how powerful they are. We can only hurt him. Until I find a way we can only delay his moves.”
The others were a bit quite, Boo sat up staring out the window to see the dark clouds twirl and swirl. While looking at the horrendous weather a shadowy figure lingering outside caught his eye, but as soon as it appeared it vanished within a flash of lighting.
“Chubby and Neon will head to Britain. Try to get ahold of your True Brit friends Faterious and Sticky, make sure they have The King of Britain heavily guarded. I have a feeling Fagey might be Holy up to something…. As for me I’ll head to Occlo, I have a friend there who may be of much help…. Bong, you were old friend with Impulse correct?” A Bong Elemental nodded toward Boo. “Good, good, keep an eye on him and if you can arrange a meeting. Try to let him know what is going on, your respectable around the Council, he’ll believe you.. Leave tonight, we’ll use the cover of the storm to shield us, I have a feeling Fagey knows we’re on to him.” Said Boo just remembering about the shadow he had just seen.
“What about me!” Smiled Crikey who was no longer nervous but happy, “I have this Vanq, Supreme, Spear!”
“Crikey.” Sighed Boo as he placed his fingers along his forehead, “Learn how to play a fucking mage.”
