Maliad The Traitor
by James Mahoney
CHAPTER THREE – ENTER THE MAGE
The young Mage Garry, his companions Spirin the High Elf, Oller The Thief & Jolur the young Warrior, a Merchant’s son… Find they too have been stopped in their quest to free one of eight Paladins, protectors to the land, because of the great snow storm before them…
“This storm will last for days…” speaks Garry… Young, yet wise.
“I fear you are right,” replies Spirin.
As the snow blasts upon them, Jon begins to build a fire with great difficulty…
“Jolur… Oller… I want you to return to the Barbarian Leader and tell him that our mission has, and will be, delayed for perhaps a week or so… Spirin and I will remain here.”
With this Spirin looks not exactly pleased, because of the weather… But quickly aligns himself with the notion.
Jolur, not yet getting the fire to start, stands.
“As you wish…” he nods at Oller, and the Thief and Warrior begin their journey back from whence they came.
That evening, as Spirin on watch sits by the fire, which is positioned partly behind a great snow wall that the two of them had made, in order to not be blown out… As Garry sleeps… A soft orange glow appears from the east of camp.
Spirin, not knowing much about magic, quickly wakens the Mage, and shows it to him.
“What do you make of it?” Spirin questions Garry who wipes the slumber from his eyes.
“I care not,” Garry replies to Spirin’s surprise, and returns to bed.
Suddenly the fire rises up in this same light orange color, but this time in the form of a female Cleric…
“Gary the Conjurer… I needs speak with you,” speaks the form…
“I do believe that is the Cleric God Mithra?” proclaims Spirin.
With this Garry, annoyed now, grabs a stick and starts poking at it…
Just as quick as it arose, it dissipates, and Garry goes back to sleep.
This time the Cleric Figure, glowing in this same light colored orange, appears to Garry in his sleep… And thus, he has no other course but to listen.
“I am Mithra… God of Sun, Fire and Courage… I request your aid in a certain matter…” speaks the God.
“What needs you of a lowly Mage?” he replies, hoping his self deprivation will waylay the God, and send him on his way…
No such luck.
“Two Rangers have been slain… Another… Gone missing… My young Cleric Disciple Avia has undertaken the Quest to find the murderer, and if still alive, the missing Ranger… She does this to prove her Devotion to me…” speaks the God with Pride and Resolve.
“Good for her… Gods Speed to her,” replies Gary.
Mithra is not ammused…
“Assigned to aid her is the White Orc, Maliad… From the White Orc People… He, and he alone, will aid, and accompany her… This is not my wish… There is more to all of this than meets the eye… I wish for you to join Avia in this mission,” the God finishes.
Garry, realizing there is no obvious way for him to get out of this situation, looks to agree.
“Very well… May my friend, and companion Spirin accompany me?” Garry requests.
“I had assumed as much…” speaks the Gods as its’ image fades away, and Garry is awake.
Standing before a great light orange glowing portal is Spirin… Garry stands, grabs his gear, and walks straight through it…
“Come…” he speaks as he passes poor confused Spirin.
SPECIAL THANKS TO ANDREAS SCHUTT CREATOR OF MITHRA
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