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Join Date: Jan 2008
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Not in any way connected to the Darkness. Just something else I am working on
I’ve long wondered how much the world outside has changed. I’ve been chained up in this damp dungeon for ages hibernating for long periods of time due to sheer boredom. When I was finally released from my prison it was to my amazement that I discovered nearly 800 years had passed. How was it possible that I still lived? I had no food to sustain me, no water to quench my everlasting thirst. The villain who imprisoned me had abandoned me long ago leaving me to wonder what had happened to him.
I emerged into the light of the outside world. The castle that I had been buried beneath no longer stood, only ruins remained of the once great structure. The door to my cell had been pulled away by some machine with a large claw attached to an arm. The people who found me were startled by their discovery. They told me they were excavating this site for archaeological purposes. I did not understand their meaning until they told me the year. 2012 A.D. The site foreman, as he introduced himself, offered to take me to a hospital where I could get medical attention.
“I have no need of healing” I told the man “I am the Red Wizard, quite capable of tending my own wounds.”
As I tried to explain the man looked at me as though I had lost my mind. He whispered to his workers to call 911. Whatever did he mean by that? Those numbers seem randomly chosen. And call how, with a magical spell? It almost sounds like a summons but I know of no demon, spirit, or imp that would respond to numbers. As the workers continued to babble amongst themselves I made my exit.
I walked down the coastline looking out at the ocean trying to remember how it looked last time I had walked the white sandy beaches. Freedom smelled good especially considering I had to smell my own filth and defecation for so long. I stripped out of my sorcerer’s garb and thrust myself into the cold inviting waters. As I bathed I saw flashing lights and heard an awful wavering sound as though a warning bell was being rung but the sound was much more mechanical.
I quickly dried off and pulled on my clothing. As I was clasping my cape about my neck and adjusting my red cap to sit just right three men walked up wearing blue uniforms and carrying black clubs.
“Hold it right there” one of the men shouted at me “we need you to come with us to answer a few questions.”
“I have done nothing wrong” I answered back “those men released me from my wrongful imprisonment.”
“Please just come with us” the man continued “we don’t want to hurt you.”
I laughed at that “you cannot hurt me for I am Durendel the Red Wizard, greatest sorcerer since Merlin the Magnificent!”
The men replaced their clubs in their belt and instead drew forth a small metal device that I could not fathom the purpose of. Using their thumbs they pulled a small piece back and placed their forefinger on what reminded me of a crossbow trigger. That’s when I figured this was some sort of projectile firing device.
“Zamaney, Zimhow, Zangief” I chanted encircling myself with a protective ward.
The men squeezed the triggers and a loud barking sound came from the weapon as smoke filled the air. Small arrowheads rocketed through the air and struck my barrier. They continued through it as if it didn’t exist. One of the projectiles ripped through my leg causing a searing pain. The others missed, just barely.
Not knowing what else to do I ran. I summoned some healing magic as I did so and my leg mended itself though the pain remained. I had to get back to the dungeon. I had left without retrieving Nodashi. And what good is a swordsman without his sword? I circled around to the other side of the ruins and found the hidden entrance to the dungeon. Entering I went straight for the armory and there it was. My Japanese long sword remained on the same rack where it had been placed when I was first brought here.
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