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| The tale of three brave souls. |
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| Part 3, the Resurrection |
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| A sudden flash of light pierced into our noble heroes' eyes as they |
| awoke, the immediate bright light too intense even for the purest |
| of souls. As their eyes adjusted, tears of physical pain evolved to |
| tears of betrayal as their last memories washed over them. As Kanel's |
| heart shattered into a thousand pieces, her face froze and eyes |
| turned from bright blue to black within black. Filled with rage and |
| sorrow, she silently vowed to neither speak nor show emotion untill |
| vengeance had been served. |
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| As tears were wiped, a group of hooded shapes appeared as if out of |
| pure light, the trio suddenly heard music and song as their wounds |
| closed and youthful shine returned to their skin. As their vision |
| sharpened they realized they were face to face with the Valar and |
| immediately fell to their knees. |
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| As the Valar took pity on the trio who's pure hearts were so cruelly |
| snuffed out of existence, they took to song. As melodious voices |
| filled their hearts and souls the Valar slowly faded from view, and |
| their home in the Sunny Mountains slowly manifested in front of |
| them. "Praise the Mighty Valar" the trio chanted as three robes of |
| pure mithril magically appeared. |
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| "The Immortals have stirred the balance of the world, so here's our |
| way of evening out the odds. Wear these robes mighty warriors, and |
| foul magic shall never harm you again." whispered a voice in the wind |
| and then, silence. |
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| Meanwhile in Schmalia... |
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| Dix woke screaming, waking Mad Elise from her wet dreams of malice |
| and cruelty. Angry for being disturbed, she rasped "What the hell, |
| Dix - I thought the dark dreams was part of the ruse!" Dix shook |
| with fear as he realized he could sense the trio's presence in the |
| world again. "The Valar took pity on those barefooted hippies, and |
| I can feel Kanel's broken heart as if it were my own" he muttered as |
| Mad Elise snored, long asleep in utter disinterest. |
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| Night fell and the Schmalian Powerhouse rose from their bed-coffin |
| hybrids. Dix, having lost all sense of sleep after the awakening, |
| groveled in shame in front of Mad Elise, apologizing for his own |
| sentiment vowing never to talk about it again. While disinterested |
| to the point of bored with Dix' begging, a hollow forgiveness was |
| granted and plans to rid the world of the trio once and for all |
| started to take shape. |
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| The Band of Ignored Brothers, having slept in their robes, were |
| slowly getting their confidence back, and with it a renewed sense |
| of justice. If anyone were to take on the Apples of the Immortal's |
| eyes, it had to be them. Armed with immunity to their magics, they |
| could again trust their swords to do the job for they were made |
| for. Looking through their old armoury they were also able to find |
| some items with ancient magical imbuements, confiscated from the |
| Evil Mangers by the Mithril Mages and later passed to Valarmars |
| Army for safe keeping. |
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| Having previously sworn to never wear boots again, they trodded on |
| barefoot, only to return and mend their marching boots for the last |
| time. Impractical, they said to themselves, considering the distances |
| they had to endure the last time the Immortals cheated them. This |
| time around, justice took priority over dew appreciation. |
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| Their course was set, and after a long march they disembarked in the |
| city of Schmelan. They could see the eyes of the few terrified |
| citizens who dared step outside brighten a little as the Holy Trio |
| walked through the otherwise lifeless city. They heard whispers as |
| they walked, yet unable to discern their exact origin, from corners |
| and alleyways sounded "Kill the Clerics!", "Free us!", "Slay the |
| Tyrants!" |
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| Pils, having been surprisingly mute since the encounter with the |
| Valar now knew that not only would Justice be served for the |
| deceitful assassination, but for these very citizens, who's |
| traumatic torment under the Evil Clerics has eaten their very |
| insides for decades, as well. Not having announced their arrival and |
| trusting the immunity provided by their robes they confidently sought |
| beds at the Schmalian Inn. The Innkeeper looked at them |
| suspiciously, greedily counting coins behind the counter while |
| muttering something about the scarcity of affluent strangers. |
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| As the evening was still young, the three noble heroes agreed to |
| head downstairs for a deserved recreational beer. As they approached |
| the counter, Jazzius took notice of the bus boy repeatedly trying to |
| smother the fire with a cloth, only to remove it shortly after. |
| He looked at Pils whispering "Is that little kid sending smoke |
| signals?" |
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| The boy now aware that his attempts at notifying the Favoured |
| Clique were seemingly thwarted, suddenly froze and put his ear to |
| the wind. Shortly after a brief nod, Mad Elise in the shape of a |
| presence and Dix now engulfed in flames appeared right next to the |
| bus boy who himself began dripping, then quickly turn into a |
| miniature tempest. |
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| The Holy Trio drew their swords, taking a defensive stance as the |
| three Favoured started chanting simultaneously. Before they could |
| make a single step, fire shot out of their hands subsequently |
| engulfing the Inn in magical fire. The robes flashed as they repelled |
| the flames, but before they could think of the oddness of a tempest |
| lighting something on fire, Mad Elise whispered something |
| incomprehensible while raising her claws in their direction. The |
| robes abruptly stopped glowing, the fire not only burned their flesh, |
| but also surrounded them with an impenetrable wall. The bus boy |
| turned to look at them, whispering into the wind. Loud cracks could |
| be heard as their robes and imbuements turned to dust. |
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| Virtually naked, skin sizzling, Kanel threw her sword through the |
| firewall in Dix' direction, impaling his throat, lodging him firmly |
| in the wall behind him. She found peace in the sight of him gurgling |
| on his own blood. Mad Elise, unphased of her "lover's" demise, and |
| as our Holy Trio were looking death in the eyes, chanted one last |
| time, subsequently engulfing the Inn completely in fire, burning |
| all living things to crisps. |
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| Moral of the story: While armours act as a physical barrier |
| (resistance) to melee attacks, magic resistance items, while few and |
| rare, act as just that - resistance to magics. It makes little sense |
| to me that there should exist a spell that negates all resistances |
| completely and in some cases, magnify the lack of resistance to the |
| point where there was once immunity, there is now added |
| susceptibility. It would be the equivalent of me wishing my target's |
| armours and natural AC away while slashing hit points in half, and |
| having it granted! |
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| That is not balance, people. The guild is a monster! |
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| Penned by the Nils |
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