I could feel myself falling, falling, falling deeper into the dark realms of water. The light gradually vanished above my very eyes, and I observed the cold, murky depths that eventually surrounded me. As soon as the evil of Karinthias left my mind, I mistily fell into the depths of unconsciousness. My mind was suddenly clear of thoughts and worries, and I was lying there, in foot upon foot of water, a body which was not dead, but a body which was not still alive and well. 5000 shades of blacks and blues and greys fell above me and beneath me, and my senses told me that my life was not yet finished.
All of a sudden, my mind started up, and I felt like a normal king, as if the relams of Faerun were all mine and mine only once again. I felt as if I was lying on a bed of flowers, for my conscious body lay well into the bed of the small yet perfectly formed lake. A white light appeared from above the surface of the water, and I observed it as it came down, down, down. It was the savoiur of the undead, the saviour of the people who had not been freed from the realms of death, but were waiting desperately to find an alternative to their injuries. "Come, ye poor fellow, follow me, as you own wings and glory wherever you go." said the old man, who was speaking to me despite the fact that he was underwater. A knobbly finger beckoned me, and I followed, for I could move freely once more, under the spells that he had me thus follow.
As I reached the surface with the elderly wizard, he let out a deep breath, and his old gleeming eyes glanced across my face. "Ye have been taken away from all, have ye not?" he asked, obviously angry with the fact that Karinthias had tried to delete me from Faerun. "Why, yae, good master. I have indeed, and ye have been my saviour for my own safekeeping." I replied. The old wizard broke a grin, and beckoned me towards where the edge of the lake lied with the dark realms of Faerun.
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The Saviour of the Undead
Posted - 25 Dec 2002 : 15:53:48
