• Perunga’s Revenge

    Prologue.

    Long, long ago, back when the world was locked in epic battle between the forces of good and evil, there was a general named Magius. He was the son of the king of the kingdom of Runegold, and he was at war with the king of the island kingdom of Masci, the Dark Lord Perunga. The Dark Lord had waged war against the world itself, vying for supreme domination of all living things. Magius Led the forces of good along with the neighboring monarchs of the good kingdoms, Kael’Dravin Amakiir, King of the Elves of Rivenesti, Conry Great-Hammer, King of the Dwarves of Ironglade, and Kaienether, King of the Elves of Silvendale. This alliance for the light hoped that they could defeat the forces of the Dark Lord before his forces grew too large. Many battles were fought, many ending in defeat of the forces of good, until Magius had heard of the legends of a powerful relic, one that would unfathomable power to whoever wielded it. He decided that the only hope the forces of good had was to find the ancient relic and use its mighty power to combat Perunga’s evil forces.

    Magius stood in the war room of the council and brought his plan to their attention.
    “ If we obtain the relic, the Dark Lords forces will fall before us and we can finally end this conflict.” He said with a burning passion to prevent the dark lords plans of domination, “You must allow me to go and find before time runs out…”
    Before Magius could finish his argument, one of the other generals interrupted him,
    “ And what proof do you have of this relic even existing! Besides stories and legends, and where would you even begin to look for it!” the general replied harshly, “You think that since you’re the heir to the throne of Runegold that you can desert your post and go on a fools errand to find some mystic relic that doesn’t even exist! Well I think that the council can agree that you are on the path to treachery and betrayal. So I hereby cal a vote to dismiss…”
    The angry general was than interrupted when the doors to the war room burst open and three hooded figures entered the room, one wearing golden robes etched with runes along the seams, the other wore dark black robes and seemed to be hiding from the sight of all of the generals gathered there, and then there was one dressed in light blue robes, These three were from the order of mages, Each color representing the path that the wielder takes for using his magic. The gold robes represented those who used their magic to aid anyone and everyone in need for good purposes, the blue stood for those who generally stood neutral in the affairs of others and only aided if they were needed, and the black robed mages only used their magic for personal gain and would rarely use it to help others, and only if it suited their purposes. These three mages were the representatives of the mage High Council, who governed the magical community in all the kingdoms. The one wearing white than pulled back his hood, revealing a middle aged face with a strap of white hair around his temples that differed from the head of brown hair that he had. This man, Lothran Bastulion, looked to the war council and simply said while smiling.
    “It does exist, and I know of it’s location”
    The war council silenced, obviously confused over the matter of why these wizards were here since when the war began the High Mage Council had decided it would be best if magic did not play a role in the war. Bastulion continued,
    “I’m sure you are all wondering why we have come into this war meeting so suddenly, and I am here to tell you that the High Mage Council has decreed that this war threatens not only your lives, but the fate of the world is at stake. We have just received news regarding a renegade mage who has joined the Dark Lord’s forces in an attempt to gain control over the council. This mage is very powerful, he was almost chosen to be the head of the black robes, if not for his pride, he might have been too. His name is Mathias, though now he goes by the name Chronos. And this man,” he said pointing to Magius, “has the right idea. What he says is true, there is indeed and artifact of great and immense power, and we mages have known of its existence for many ages now . We had at first decided that it was unwise to let mankind or any kind know of its location, the last race that guarded the relic was the Dragonborn, who were recently slaughtered by the Dark Lord’s forces. Only few remain of this mighty race and we can be certain now that the Dark Lord knows of its existence. Now it is a race to obtain it before the enemy does.”

    The war council thought the mage’s words over carefully and then decided. The General who had interrupted Magius spoke for the council.
    “It seems as though we have come to a decision. You Magius, will go and find this relic, in order to save the people of the world from the Dark Lord’s tyranny, and while you go in search of it, we will do our best in order to stall and distract the Dark Lord. But, you must do your best to hurry, otherwise it seems that this war will end with our failure. Good luck young prince, your will need it.”

    After a day of preparation and planning, Magius had everything he needed to find the relic, including the gold robed wizard Bastulion. The wizard had promised to help Magius in his search by relating the clues that he had found. It took many days before they came upon their first clue. They had stumbled into a large forest that hid a temple in its vast depths , here they were tested in order to see if they were fit to carry on to the relic.
    Many perilous tests awaited them, each Magius and Bastulion had passed with considerable effort. Once deep within the temples corridors, Magius was forced to continue alone for the rest of the way, being part of the process of determining if the seeker of power was indeed worthy of wielding it. Magius continued through with great courage and valor, he passed all of the tests required of him and found the relic that he was seeking, or rather relics, a great sword, with six ornate facets built in, and six stones each representing the several traits that were tested. Magius than approached the items, as he did he saw in his mind two paths, one that led to salvation, the other to damnation, it was the last test, but both paths were equal in appeal, he did not know which path led to where. He stood there thinking of which way to go, when finally he knelt down and meditated.
    ‘This is the most important test’ thought Magius as he meditated, ‘This test will judge my motives, for good or for evil, for the light or for the darkness, but which way is the right way.’



    Magius continued to sit for what felt like hours, the hours turned to days. After 7 days of waiting Magius finally opened his eyes and stood. He walked up to the Sword and the stones, he took each stone and put them into the sword, A great light shone throughout the temple. He had made his choice, and the sword had granted him its power, As the light dimmed, Magius saw that the Sword had transformed in appearance, according to his choice it seemed, for it glowed brightly and with much power, the design of the sword seemed altered as well, no longer the great, seemingly decorative blade that waited for him when he arrived, now it resembled a blade forged by the god’s themselves, swift and powerful, seemingly unbreakable.
    As Magius held the sword, he thought of what to name it, if he was even capable of naming such a weapon, unable to think of a name he simply chose not to, for he did not feel worthy to. He left the temple now with the one weapon that would help im save not only his home, but the world itself. He rejoined with Bastulion and together they returned back to Runegold, where Magius had discovered that the Dark Lord had murdered his father in his absence. With his father slain, Magius was the rightful heir to the throne and did accordingly, he retired his rank as general of the forces of good and took up the Mantle of King of Runegold.
    In the weeks after he claimed the relic, Magius had rallied all of the forces of good, including the remnants of the fierce Dragonborn, led by their Arbiter, and beat back Perunga’s forces back to the Dark Lord’s Island nation. It was here that the final battle of the war was held. After days of fighting on the island, Perunga’s forces either began to surrender or completely abandoned their posts and fled. The Dark Lord only had his general, an Elf called Bloodmoon, and the rebel Mage Chronos at his side. Magius had gathered the High Mage council outside of Perunga’s main Fortress, here, they cast a mighty spell, one that would rid the world of the Dark Lord’s taint forever. With everything to gain Magius waited for the council to prepare the spell and Confronted Perunga face to face to keep him at bay while the Mages prepared.

    The Dark Lord Perunga stood menacingly in his jet black armor that seemed to have been forged in hell itself, he carried no shield, nor did he seem at all distracted by the size of Magius’ forces. He seemed to be able to fight through them all and back if given the chance. He stared down Magius and laughed audibly through his full helmet.
    “You think you can best me Magius,” said the dark lord, his voice sounding deep and grave like that of a demon, “The former king of Runegold thought that too until I showed him what true power really is.” Perunga than held up his fist and shook it to the heavens, “You think me defeated? You think that you have bested me?” as he spoke he reached his raised hand down towards the blade on his belt, “Well than Magius, if you think you can defeat me than come at me and see if your strong enough.”
    Perunga than drew his weapon, a terrifying great sword etched with runes of power that made the blade glow red, reminding Magius of blood. Perunga than held the sword with one hand, raised it up and swung down at the earth, a shockwave shot forward towards Magius who barely had time to roll to the side and draw his weapon, When Magius looked to where Perunga had once been, He was shocked to see that The dark Lord was no longer standing there. Magius barely saw the faint red glow of the rune blade out of the corner of his eye, and brought up his own weapon hoping that he was quick enough to block the fatal blow. Luckily for him, he was fast enough, but only barely, Perunga continued his aggressive assault not backing down.
    Magius didn’t know how much longer he could hold out if the battle continued like this, but than he remembered, The High Mage Council, their spell would be ready soon and so far the Dark Lord was too distracted with him to notice. Magius than blocked another blow from Perunga, this time he parried the blow as well, and brought his own offensive to the fight, though not as vicious as the Dark Lord, Magius held his own in combat against the warlord of evil.





    Perunga however, only laughed as Magius fought valiantly, As Magius brought down his blade at Perunga, The Dark Lord swung his up with such force that it shattered both weapons, breaking Magius’ into two pieces and destroying his completely. Now weaponless, both combatants were temporarily stunned with shock as they realized what had happened. Magius Recovered first and dove for the remains of his weapon. Perunga saw this and was about to bring his armored boot down upon Runegold’s monarch’s head, but before he could, Magius vanished. Perunga looked around and saw that not only was Magius gone but so was the broken blade. As the Dark Lord looked around for his foe, Chronos shouted something about a spell that was coming. Perunga turned and saw what Magius had been distracting him from. He only yelled as Chronos said something else that the Dark Lord was unable to comprehend due to his rage. A blinding light shown all across the land as The Dark Lord and his minions were removed from the world. Magius stood, far away from where he had once been, which would have certainly caught him in the spell if Bastulion had not teleported him away. With the threat of evil finally gone, now the world would enter a new age of peace, one that would last for a long time.