Dungeons & Dragons: Wrath of the Dragon God

Ages ago...

...an evil artifact was created.

An item so mighty, in my hands...

...it would unleash

a nightmare onto the land.

For 30 centuries it has

remained hidden.

After pursuing every whispered rumor...

...and battling for 1 00 years

through countless foul pits...

...its dark power

is finally within my reach.

Now, retribution is at hand.

Nothing can keep me from it.

There is no path too perilous

or hazard too great.

The specter of death

does not daunt me...

...for I am already dead.

Giving birth to this nightmare is

my most coveted dream.

I will see them all burn.

As my pain ends...

...theirs begins.

At last I am free of this undead curse.

The Orb of Falazure is mine.

What chance does

lsmir have against me now?

Sir, the problem remains that Halifax

has threatened not to sign your law...

...for the new sewer

if you cut off the supply of wheat.

So, as you can clearly see,

we must act now.

My lord?

Are you listening to me?

All I do is listen.

My days are filled with

nothing more than figures...

...and reports and compromise.

I'm growing as soft

as the velvet cushions upon my chair.

Sir Berek, you are a minister

in the House of Lords.

Urgent matters of state are at hand.

This should be your concern.

Not some...

...boyish duel.

My lord.

Valerious!

Have you forgotten all my lessons?

You parry when you should attack.

The captain of the king's guard

should always press forward.

Forward, boy.

Fetch that rusty blade of yours and let

us settle this in the battle circle.

Unless, of course...

...you prefer that I come up

to your chamber...

...where we might joust with...

...quills.

Men, this is Sir Berek.

Former captain of the king's guard

and, at one time, my teacher.

Sir Berek, I sincerely hope this

doesn't keep you from your duties...

...as royal tax advisor.

As of this moment, Valerious,

the instructions resume.

Barely. You are the most talented

of all my students, Valerious.

The care of the king is

in good hands.

Officers, prepare your men.

We march at dawn.

I long to join you.

There's nothing quite like lying

exhausted on the battlefield...

...victorious.

Your place is here. In lsmir.

On the contrary,

my value lies in the field.

You saw the results

in the battle circle.

I did. Unfortunately, you did not.

Instead of the plume,

it could have been your head.

You let me win?

Why?

Berek, you will always be my captain...

...and I will never forget

what you have taught me.

Especially this last lesson.

And what lesson is that?

To recognize...

...when it's time to sheath

your sword for good.

Damn it, Berek.

Now is that any kind of language

for the wife of a lord?

I have picked up some dubious habits

since we met.

Well, it's always been my ambition to

sully the virtue of a well-bred mage.

Virtue is the least of my worries.

What's wrong, my love?

I bought this scroll

from the Temple of Obadhai.

I've been trying to mend

these gloves using divine magic.

Unsuccessfully, I might add.

Divine magic?

There are two different forms of magic.

Mages like myself

work with the arcane.

Our power comes through knowledge

and endless hours of study.

Divine magic is completely different.

It's granted by the gods.

Certainly nobody in lsmir can do it,

which is why...

...if I'm successful, a position

on the Council of Mages is guaranteed.

Well, don't let me stand

between you and greatness.

Perhaps we were destined

to remain in our current stations.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Is there something we can help you with?

Sir Berek, I have traveled

from Saragasso.

-An evil has descended on our village.

-What kind of evil?

It's something terrible.

Deep inside Mount Hearth.

Two of our menfolk entered the cave

on its slope yesterday morning.

They have yet to return.

Please, we need your help.

-Poison gas.

-lt is as I said.

Stay behind me.

Those holes must lead to some unknown

source of evil deep in the mountain.

Evil, yes.

Unknown, maybe not.

Berek, do you know what this is?

When I was with the freebooters...

...we plundered the ruins

of ancient Turan.

Berek. Hurry.

And there we discovered

hieroglyphics which depicted...

...a colossal black dragon sleeping

in the heart of Hearth Mountain.

-Then those holes....

-Are not holes at all.

-They're nostrils.

-Please, Sir Berek...

...what are we going to do?

What shall I tell my people?

Tell them to flee.

The Tomes of Turan.

This is all we have left

of their civilization.

Should we wake the Council of Mages?

No. Let's first find out if the Turanians

can shed any light on this.

Are these similar to the hieroglyphics

you saw in the temple?

They're identical.

It's indecipherable.

Maybe the text is hidden. The symbols

are jumbled the same way in the books.

-lf we can figure a way to combine them--

-That could take weeks.

A vision spell might reveal

how to decipher these books.

-What do you need?

-Four sticks of ivory and incense.

-The expensive kind.

-Good thing I'm a lord.

-What happened?

-I don't know. You tell me.

You screamed, and the table exploded.

Are you hurt?

I had the strangest visions.

I saw the Turanian mages.

There was a sphere, a black orb.

And then....

I can't remember.

You're ice-cold.

It's the strain of spell-casting.

I'll be fine.

Melora, your hair.

I'm taking you to a healer.

Look.

What does it say? Can you decipher it.

" Be the snowflake, the cleansing flame...

...the ancient stone, the endless wind."

The four elements.

My God.

The Libram.

A dragon, buried in Hearth Mountain?

What is this I hear of creeping poison

and buried dragons?

My dear girl, are you so covetous

of a position in Council...

...that you're willing

to fabricate a drama?

With all due respect,

she's not fabricating anything.

I saw it with my own eyes.

-What did you discover?

-Not l, Your Majesty.

Three thousand years ago, Falazure...

...the evil dragon god

of decay and undeath...

...descended upon

the ancient civilization of Turan.

The Turanian mages drew their power

from the elemental forces of nature...

...earth, air, fire and water...

...and they had become so powerful that

they refused to pay Falazure tribute.

Whole cities were razed.

Thousands died.

But in the end, the Turanians

were able to defeat the night dragon.

Nonsense. You can't kill a god.

The Turanians were able to imprison

Falazure within Hearth Mountain...

...and trap his powers in a black orb.

Where did you hear such tales?

The Libram of Turan.

I've heard, but how? Where?

-Here.

-Here?

In lsmir's library.

Hidden for 1 000 years.

Tell me more about this orb.

Where is it kept?

Even without all his powers,

Falazure is still a mighty dragon.

There's no prison that

could hold him indefinitely.

So the Turanians placed the orb

in suspended animation...

-...that kept the dragon dormant.

-Then they built a fortress...

...around the orb to ensure

that Falazure would never rise again.

So why does he stir now?

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