Short Story – Breaking the Law

This is another short story. It was a while since I wrote one but here you have one again. It’s quite interesting I think and it symbolises a great event that takes place about the same time as you are playing right now. I’m not sure, but I don’t think there will be much more Short Stories of this kind when we continue to play. Mostly minor stories just to help me develop and to give you some insight here and there, but not too great insights, as this one, and as always… I appreciate to hear your speculations and thoughts of the text afterwards.

The fire was sparkling as Herid sat and wrote in his diary. He threw a hasty look towards the logs burning and continued to formulate his letter. It was a nicely written letter on exclusive high quality paper almost three hundred years old. You needed that kind of paper if you were going to have it survive a Vortex leap. Even in it’s capsule that would protect it from most of the magic influences it would probably become dust if the paper was just a few decades younger. Age really did matter when it came to magic, most mages believed that age only gave wisdom and knowledge to better handle things, but Herid knew better. He had learned how to channel the magical flows at one hundred and seventy six and it had been as easy as learning how to run when you just had started walking. A little tricky perhaps but you adjusted quickly. He had only misscast about five times. No, I believe it is eight, he corrected himself.

A strange sensation from his sixth sense, you developed it when you reached a certain age – There we have the age thing again, he thought – and soon thereafter he heard the wavy sounds of someone hovering forward. Actually you couldn’t hear it, not with usual hearing, but his hearing had only improved over the past six hundred and eighty eight years he had lived. He didn’t even care to look up; he knew who had come once again. He sighed lightly and continued to write, but then the fire burned out. He sighed again, this time annoyed and looked up at the wraith.

“Look here my young Death. I know that you want to take my life, yes, but you can’t have my life,” he said matter-of-factly. The Wraith stopped, obviously confused over his words. Most likely this thing didn’t even have a memory, its only memories being its targets which, most likely, would die right after they met this poor creature. The creature couldn’t reach his memories, nobody could, only he and that Other one. Ian had tried, the first time they met, but utterly failed.

“YOU HAVE …” Death began, but Herid lit the fire with his mind and started reading. “My poor gal, you should know by know that your task is pretty immense and not something to take lightly. I suggest that you continue to execute your task so you can finish within your given time. Your master is waiting for you to finish you know, we don’t want to disappoint her now, would we?”

He finished the letter and bestrew the letter with sand and then folded it. The Wraith hanged confused in the air for a while, its chains clunking and rustling as it seemed to try to decide what to do. Most likely he would have killed this creature and then she would have had to breed another. That wouldn’t please her, but he somehow wished that this poor creature would try just to buy the world some time. The Order wasn’t to trust anymore, it seemed like he was a target now as well and soon people would come to know about his treachery to the world and many would seek him out. Most likely some of his old friends would even turn against him again.

No, the Apocalypse was coming, there was no doubt about it and the world was falling apart. The world wasn’t ready for this, not now. So much more needed to be done and yet The Final War hadn’t taken place either. Without it they wouldn’t have the help from the prophecy and he knew how important the prophecies were. They were not to take lightly, if they didn’t fulfilled themselves you needed to fulfil them by force. Someone had to start this war, or the world would already be lost.

He closed the capsule and looked towards Death. If he did anything forceful against it, he would break one of the rules. The Thirteenth wouldn’t approve of it, but The Thirteenth was dead and the gods still declined his demand to become the next Thirteenth. The gods feared him and some of their half-gods even believed that he had been given orders from Vordén to kill the Gods in his place. He looked at Death again, Death floated slightly backwards, as if it felt his intentions. Yes, if he destroyed this creature it would be a major setback for the real Death and give the world some more time. He threw the capsule at Death and opened two vortexes – just opening one was a forbidden art that the Demons had thought him – and sent the capsule to its destination and death to the Other one.

Death screamed as it was sucked it into the magical vortex, and reach out for help from its Deathbringers. Herid cut of its screams with a mere thought and then he sensed the powerful force of both gods moving towards him. He shifted into the dark world again, to hide from their peaking eyes…

Yes, yes… this was it. How did you like it, was it interesting and exciting? Well I sure hope so. Now I will continue to write on the adventure for the convention. I hope it will be as long as intended, but I’m not sure. I will make it easy, but with quite many possibilites to be longer. Though I will most likely have it time-set too, so there will be a fast pace throughout the session.

Best regards,
Herid Fel