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~ Fantastyk ~
The Great Hall was a marble feat of pure architectural genius. It took
three years to construct. The three years of backbreaking and magic
depleting labor seemed to go on for an eternity. Until one day it was
christened. "Between these walls," the first Human delegate, a
bard, spoke at the opening ceremony, "peace shall thrive, harmony
shall flourish, and diversity shall unify." The words possessed such
power they were carved into the inner walls, a task that took another two
years.
Three hundred years after the Human spoke, the Assembly
members were quiet; something that had never occurred in the history of
the reigning body. Most of their attentions were upon the Wizard
Ordan. Ordan was from the far eastern province of Kvandru. He was a
Lorganthian oblate. Ordan was a young Wizard;
this was his first year on the Assembly.
"Two full moons ago a gifted Human began to have visions."
He began his report. "Each night the visions intensified until five
nights ago when they stopped." His voice echoed against the marble
walls in the well-protected room.
"The visions were based on prophetic writings millennia old. The
writings tell of a great darkness that once enveloped the land."
The High Elf Elnon, a regal man whose hair was as black as night and
skin as pale as death, spoke up, "our diviners have too sensed a
burgeoning dark presence."
The Wizard
nodded, "the visions were quite specific. They foretell the
demolition of what we comprehend Fantastyk
to be and a reign of darkness so powerful no race here will survive."
Quiet murmurs escaped some of the Assemblymen.
"Who is this visionary Wizard?"
Herit, the Dwarven
representative bellowed, questioning the credibility of the visions.
Ordan spoke clearly, "It is inconsequential, however he is the
sorcerer Lorian D’Atravisk."
The room fell silent. As most of the races were familiar with the Wizard’s
hierarchy, a sorcerer was not an inexperienced magic wielder.
"Are we to all just die?" Irgo, the Faun
questioned.
Others echoed the Faun’s
sentiments. The quiet murmurs increased until a swell of discussions
attempted to bury Ordan. The Wizard
turned to Christon, the Human delegate. Christon raised a metallic wand
and gently touched the podium in front of him. The reverberations caused a
physical wave to wash the room and the Assembly to quiet.
"The sorcerer had further waking visions." Ordan continued,
"The visions during the light of day were not as destructive. The
visions told of a group of men who have the ability to defend against the
darkness." He paused a moment to let the words’ meaning settle.
"Who are these men?" Kriok, the Centaur
asked.
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