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The Death of the Wandering Wizard
everblue2er101
On Ahad, the 8th of the Deep Cold, 1336, the world of Aegis was struck by a terrible tragedy. I, Josef Timothee, record here my own experience during these events. :: I was in Al'Khazar when a voice rang out, filling all of Aegis. It identified itself as the Wandering Wizard. He said that he had three relics that needed to be taken to the Cloud Temple. If they were to fall into Undead hands, he claimed, terrible trouble would result for the people of Aegis. He sent forth a cry over all the lands, asking for support on the journey from Al'Khazar to the Cloud Temple on the King's Road. A large crowd assembled with him in Al'Khazar, mostly humans but representatives from other races there as well. :: The procession headed down the King's Road and was immediately attacked. Lightning rained down from the skies, and monsters appeared out of thin air. But those in the crowd were ready, and struck back against Iblees minions. The monsters were defeated through sheer numbers of those opposing them, as well as the powerful magic of the Wandering Wizard. All along the journey, he kept up words of encouragement and urged the crowd onwards. The lightning and monsters were relentless, delaying the journey terribly. :: By the time the procession reached the Cloud Temple many had died trying to protect the Wizard en route. It was there that the Undead suddenly struck the most violently I have ever witnessed, not only casting lightning powerful enough to damage the Cloud Temple, but also changing the landscape around it to look like the Nether. Among this, explosions and lightning were striking everywhere, causing great suffering. The Wizard urged all present to take shelter in the Cloud Temple. I took this advice, having been clipped by lightning and set ablaze. Once inside, the extent of the damage was clear. Hundreds entered the Temple, many wounded by burns or monsters. The Temple shook as explosions rocked it from outside and pieces of it broke off. Then... :: A new voice rang out, saying that the Wizard had been slain by the Undead. The outpouring of grief was immediate, and the attacks on the Temple ceased. Someone shouted that the Undead had taken three objects from the Wizard that looked like eggs. The skies lightened, the landscape changed back, and the crowd left the Temple. But the world was altered permanently with the death of the Wandering Wizard. It remains to be seen what the Undead will do with the stolen relics.