Role

Chapter 3

Beats of sweat rolled down Corilanths face as he dove to the right, the
mighty mithril axe narrowly missing his head. He couldn't handle much more of
this, the axe wielding giant was too much. He had to think of something,
think of a quick way out of the...*WHACK* The handle of an axe struck him
squarely in the chest, knocking him off his feet. He didn't even have time to
think it was so intense. With a thrust of his free hand, Corilanth covered
the giants eyes with a thick gooey film, blinding him. The giant wildly and
blindly swung his axes, even more dangerous now. Corilanth rolled hard to one
side, and pulled a small cloth out of his pocket. When he tossed the cloth
aside, it revealed the small black orb. It was either this, or a quick death
on a big axe. Feeding his emotions into the orb, it began to glow black
light. The giant wildly chopped over a pile of barrels in the alley, looking
for corilanth. When the orb started vibrating, he screamed out the words
Vizarmah, Az'Mahan! He then threw the orb at the giant, and there was a large
explosion. The last thing Corilanth saw through the blood running in his
eyes, was the giant disinergrate to dust before his eyes...then all went
black.
When he awoke, Corilanth felt different. He felt as if something were inside
of him, though not pain or pleasure...just a presence. He staggered his way
to his guild, and told his guildmaster of the incident, and what he had done.
His guildmaster threw back his head and laughed loud enough to quiet the
whole guild. "You fool, that orb was meant for the hands of a lich only, made
by a lich himself! We dont decide not to use them for fun fool, we dont use
them because everyone near the blast is either destroyed instantly, or is
diseased, cursed to have his insides rot away at an accelerated rate. Its
quite painful too." Corilanths jaw dropped in shock. Could he have been so
blind for power that he missed a key element in his study of the orb? He
quickly closed his mouth and spoke out hopefully, "Ill just head over to the
town cleric, he will handle this and I will be fine." The guildmaster grinned
and said, "There aint no cure for it thats known, you fool of an ametuer. You
are....doomed." Corilanth sat down, knees shaking. His mind was racing.
Solution...there was always a solution to a problem, without a solution,
there was no problem...What if....no...but maybe...Corilanth sighed. Then it
hit him. There was no cure they knew, that thera knew. But the other planes
of exhistance? Corilanth grinned. There would be no stopping him now. He had
a new goal, he would seek answers and a cure from the outer planes, and one
would be found. He would not fall before his time, before his peak of power.
He would be great, the most feared sorcerer in all the lands, not even the
promise of decay away to death could stop him. He thought for a moment. One
word came to his mind, there was only one group of sorcerers dark enough to
reach other planes of exhistance without the talent of conjuration. One
group, with hearts so dark mothers used their name to frighten children at
night. And that name was Scion.