Excerpt from Simon Bloom’s scary ass drug trip
I’m sure I’ve mentioned before how much I disliked being trapped in the Labyrinth the first time. I didn’t think I would voluntarily and knowingly enter Hell, but I also never thought Nox would return or the Conclave would be destroyed before my eyes. At least I’ve been through the Labyrinth once. In terms of good things that have happened to me in the last few months fighting on familiar ground is a gift from Athos himself; though familiar ground would be a greater asset if I actually recognized any thing. I guess you can’t leave a place alone for a couple 1000 years without it up and changing on you. Here we are, in a room I’ve never been to, with four Death Giants and an illusion of the thought to be dead Sorcerer disguised as Nox. And to make matters worse, since absolutely awful just isn’t bad enough for us, the illusion is surrounded by this writhing black ooze and some sort of space-time dust.
The Death Giants we handled well enough. As a group we’ve become quite talented at taking them down. I wonder if Death Giants have started telling tales about us yet, maybe we have a name that strikes fear into young Death Giant hearts. Next Death Giant I meet I’ll ask; I could get us matching patches. As I was saying, the Death Giants cornered us once, but I got them out of our way. After that they started falling like massive flies that ingested too much Spirit Fuel. The illusion wasn’t even that worrisome. He was strong, sure, but not the most challenging part of the battle. The ooze was weak to fire, with the mention of Anatolius I think it’s obvious how long it lasted. The real thing that caught my interest and the other’s dismay was the dust.
As far as I can tell the dust is leftover material of a rift in space and time, most likely caused by magic. It “attacks” anything that enters its space and reacts violently to Arcana. This is a magic substance that I’ve never even heard of before, how could I not be drawn to it? My curiosity was too compelling, that and the Illusion that dragged me into it. It showed me visions of things that had happened recently; bits of information that could be vitally important to our mission. I was shown The Sorcerer taking energy from an Urn like the ones we’d seen before. I saw Nox opening a door to the conclave coming face to face with Vinsanthius (It was only a vision, but the tension was there). I saw Vondal digging a grave for Persia and three shadows stopping him in his tracks. A man with a staff beating down another man before taking the power of another Urn and darkness spread out from them, an image of Nox smacking a defeated golden dragon and taking an amulet from around its neck, and lastly the image of a bloody Vinsanthius declaring vengeance. Each vision dealt great damage, but I didn’t care. This dust, or maybe it was more like a powder, gave me what I desired, knowledge. Knowledge of events I could in no way have been a part of. What more could a 6000+ year old Wizard need.
The battle raged on around me, I know because I fired a few shots myself and every bit of magic I used lead me to another vision. I think once I escaped only to be drawn back in. At one point I think it showed me an image of the battle between Nox and Athos, this terrible drug already knew how to entice me. Eventually Anatolius pushed me out of the dust’s range; I was freed and could see what I had been doing. Unfortunately for him, he too saw a vision. Seven urns, two of which we had seen before, lined up in terms of shortest on the outside, the ones we had seen, to the tallest in the middle. Luckily the battle ended quickly from there and the dust disappeared. I can only assume that Oberon was healing me while I continued to destroy myself with these visions. I say this for one because I was still alive and he hated me just as much as he hates Anatolius when he takes a ton of damage. To put it simply I will be kissing up to Oberon for a while, lest I want to be taking on anymore Death Giants without a healer.
After we picked ourselves up, and by that I mean dragging my consciousness back to reality, we continued through this ever surprising hell hole. After a short, and surprisingly uneventful walk down some stairs we came across a room made entirely of gold. At the back of the room was an incredibly old man in a thrown with, shocker, two Death Giants by his sides. Now what was really interesting about this man was the amulet around his neck, exactly like the one from my vision with the dragon. I’ll spare the long trials and tribulations of our research from this excerpt and just tell you about what took us all of three seconds to find out, as per usual. The man was actually a Golden Dragon that could change shape named Golgorax, the amulet around his neck was actually a key to a gate behind him that lead to some supreme power that we know nothing about. Oh and the Sorcerer disguised as Nox was most likely on his way there now.
The next group of events involved an incredible ton of emotions, pride and stubbornness. Golgorax was willing to offer us information for us to leave. Somehow he thought we would be a greater evil with the power than the Sorcerer that already beat him to a pulp trying to get it. Uruhua tried to convince him otherwise, Anatolius was ready to blow his head off, Oberon was still mad at us, and I just wanted information. I could have learned about the labyrinth, about this new power, about Spirit Fuel of which we know next to nothing, and even about Nilma. At least I could have beaten it out of him if he didn’t openly tell me.
A lot of words were spoken, a lot of emotions were disregarded, and Anatolius even shot at the Dragon and Uruhua and I tried to jump in the way. I didn’t agree with Uruhua, I wanted to know what the Dragon knew; I had no illusions for his fellowship. Then Uruhua challenged him to a game, whoever won lived. Now I’ve been in a lot of battles, but I’ve never felt so close to death. My life wasn’t even on the line. In the end our Uruhua lived and Golgorax died. Along with him went the answers I desired. Sure we were given riddles to solve, but they did not give me what the dust had given me. They did not give me knowledge. There we were, having beaten something that could have been a God for all we knew, Champions in a room of gold in frightening opposition of each other. How can we beat Nox when we want to kill the sibling standing next to us?