Epilogue
Suddenly James Smith appeared In the form of an ancient lizard mage emperor, wearing a cloak of transcendence and a ring of wishes. He was soaken wet. Awake from his slumber,And filled with anger he cast Spell fusion, followed by dimensional shift, curse luck, and massive explosion.The end result was a massive explosion that hit the entire group and would have transported them to a random (horrible(cause bad luck)) dimension. Luckily, James Sedgewick who had become all-powerfull Just in the nick of time, warped Himself, the other player characters, and the wizard Teskireloth, to safety as he destroyed the dungeon.
Somewhere deep within the mysterious Orient The players and Teskireloth arrived. Strange people stared in amazement at the group who had suddenly appered out of thin air. Omni-Baldaron shouted
"I smell food! how long has it been since we've eaten?"
"At least three years!" Exclaimed the now-concious Teskireloth.
Omni-Baldaron noticing some kind of exotic asian restaurant invited everyone in for Chinese food. As they all were getting seated Omni-Baldaron tapped into the power and knowledge of every Baldaron, ascending his soul to a superior plane of existance to seek the truth about Teskireloth. But then Teskireloth started to talk so everyone could learn his story the easyway.
"Thank you gentlemen and Lizard Thing for rescuing me. My name is not Teskireloth, it is Richard Gardner. When I was a young man I set out to become the most powerful wizard the world had ever known. A lofty goal indeed! I searched high and low for teachers but none could help me learn fast enough within my mortal lifetime to even come near my goal. I studied scrolls and did arcane calculations all day and night. I spent my inheritance on travel and books. As I grew older my hope had all but faded but my obssession had not. I turned to another teacher. One who could grant any gifts but at a terrible cost. In a strange bazzar in the twisting alleyways of a foreign city I met a certain kind of broker in his small shop during the night. At the stroke of midnight I signed a contract in my blood and my fate was sealed. I returned home regretting what I had done. I couldn't eat or sleep and became a shell of my former self. I bought supplies with my remaining money but by then I was no longer in control of my actions. I tread deep into the dungeon in a zombie state where I found a spartan study and volumes of parchment. I began to write. Faster and faster. The spells just flew to me through the air and my arm moved mechanically, Inking spell after spell. And he was there, In the corner. My own personal demon Teskireloth. silently watching me. grinning with smugness. Or sometimes he would mock me or laugh at my stupidity. And I like some kind of machine worked endlessly to pluck every spoken spell from existence. Those scrolls had become the physical embodiment of the spells, and now they're destroyed along with the destruction of the dungeon."
"Excuse me, Anybody want any drink or tea?" Asked the waitress
"Just water" Chanted the table in
"No water for me!" Screamed James Smith
After some puzzled looks James Smith explained about his dream.
"You know, the thing about dreams is that there only interesting to the people who have them." Said Dimly.
"Waitress, Alcohol for all my cpmpanions here!"
And everyone got so stupid drunk they forgot what they were fighting about. After they had there fill of drink and food, especially Richard Gardner who said he was anxious to take his first shit in years again. Then, in his drunken stupor he reched into his robes and pulled out a single scroll that he had saved from destruction. The last scroll he ever wrote "Become all-Powerful"
Markus Velafithen decided to do this:
"Markus decides, as his last act, he will make the world a better place, and casts, with his final life force, "perfection to give everyone in the world the perfect style as it is defined in today, simultaneously killing everything that would get in the way of this goal.... including all of the mages within the dungeon, including Markus, who, in his final sacrifice, became known as the only true God, and thus, will always be remembered, and the only thing left of him, his cape, became all the rage... everywhere."
The end?
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