Dungeons & Dragons: Wrath of the Dragon God Page #3

Continue, but be careful,

for you look unwell...

...and magmin are as wild and dangerous

as the forces that birth them.

Protect the Libram.

He'll set fire to it.

Lord Oberon, this news would be

better served coming from you.

Yes, yes, I see. Thank you.

You're dying.

Your body is decaying

from the outside in.

When the corruption reaches

your brain you will die...

...and then be reborn as one

of the undead.

Like Damodar.

I think Damodar penetrated

my vision spell.

Is it possible he infected me

with the same curse that afflicts him?

He will need a part of you

to maintain the curse.

My hair. My hair.

Somehow he took some of my hair.

How can this be?

Perhaps the orb gave him

such vulgar power.

How long do I have?

I cannot say...

...but the strain of spell-casting

will hasten the end.

Melora...

...if I've been hard on you

over the years...

...it's only because I saw in you

the potential...

...to be a great mage.

I'm truly sorry.

Heart Shorn Wood.

Must we travel through

this corrupted place?

It is the shortest way

to the Mudwash River.

From there we can sail

to the goblin village of Kurtl.

-Going around would take too long.

-Can't you just teleport us there?

As I have never been to Kurtl,

I have nothing to visualize.

I might teleport us 100 leagues

in the wrong direction.

What are your thoughts, Nim?

I think never before have I heard

such blubbering.

-Some champions.

-The rogue is right.

Berek, lead on. We trust you.

Blessed are the works in nature

that provide for those in need.

Nim, surely there is something

you can be doing to help.

What do you think the goblins of Kurtl

know of Malek anyway?

The goblins worship

the demon, Juiblex.

Together they helped Malek

build the pool of sight.

You don't say?

Malek used the pool to find virgins

on the eve of their weddings.

He would teleport into their chambers

and steal them to his vault.

There he would sacrifice them

to the demon lord.

-Then you know how Malek died.

-About 100 years ago...

...Malek got caught.

Hung, drawn and quartered.

Pieces of his body were dipped in acid.

Body dipped in acid, yes, yes,

we've all heard that one before.

Do you want to know

what really happened?

-Speak your mind, rogue.

-As a cruel joke...

...Juiblex created a flaw

within the pool of sight.

Unbeknownst to Malek,

every time he used it...

...there was a chance

he'd get an imperfect vision.

About 100 years ago...

...Malek teleported himself

into a brick wall.

Why don't you go

and give Lux a hand.

Sure thing.

-Berek, help me! I'm hurt!

-Dorian?

Oh, great Obadhai, it hurts.

Lux! Nim! It's Dorian!

Help me, Berek!

Berek, Berek, I'm hurt.

Help me, Berek.

Dorian, how did this happen?

How do you think it happened?

This damn tree fell on me.

Come on, get it off me.

You transgress into the necropolis

of Klaxx the Malign.

Most recently, I have been

experimenting with a spell...

...to disintegrate one limb at a time.

Let me show you how far

I have progressed.

Flee! The Lich is too powerful!

Kill them all. Drain their lives.

Back to the raft. Now!

Dorian, the specters.

Banish them.

In the name of Obadhai,

I banish you unholy abominations.

You should have known better, Berek.

You seem to have left yours

in the Lich.

I want it back. When this is over.

Want some?

What troubles you, Berek?

I blundered into that trap like a farm boy

on his first campaign.

Fool.

You punish yourself unnecessarily.

Going off alone to save

a comrade is a brave deed.

Brave? I nearly got us all killed.

But you didn't.

Obadhai's benevolence saw to it.

We got lucky, and there's too much

at stake to rely on luck.

Berek...

...there's a weapon for good

other than magic and steel.

What is it then?

That's something you'll have to discover

for yourself.

But when you've found it,

you'll know what it is.

There's a vital element in the Turanian

magic that we fail to understand.

We're lacking something.

Melora.

I can still help.

Give me your hand.

Your heart still beats.

But understand that at the first sign

of your conversation to the undead...

...I will incinerate you.

The forces of evil hear

the call of the orb.

They wait to pick

the rotting dead carcass of lsmir.

Good times.

Indeed.

Stay.

Beware, Lich. I have the powers

of the orb at my disposal.

The full strength of the orb

is beyond your mastery.

You wield but only a fraction

of its might.

Enough to fry your rotten bones...

...and send you back to whatever

foul pit you crawled out from.

Perhaps, but you misunderstand

my intentions.

I am on a mission of goodwill.

Lord Damodar, is it your ambition

to reunite Falazure with the orb...

...thus unleashing his evil

onto the world?

You may count on it.

I would be dismayed...

...if the spread of misery across the land

occurred without my contribution.

A Lich has loyalty to none

but itself.

Lord Damodar, a quest

has set out from lsmir.

Five champions sail towards

the goblins of Kurtl.

Five champions, you say?

More like five field mice...

...unaware the hawk's shadow

has fallen on their backs.

Let them think in their ignorance...

...that lsmir still has hope.

It'll make it all the sweeter

when they are torn to pieces.

-The goblins? Where are they?

-It's a massacre.

Who could have done this?

Not who, but what.

How will we ever find

the pool of sight now?

This looks like the shaman's hut.

If there is any clues to Malek's vault,

they'll be in here.

Ormaline, see if there's any magic.

What kind of ring is it?

I need time and study

to determine its function.

Smite.

There's a secret door beneath the bed.

Your wit should be as fast

as your hands. It's a trap.

Stand back, all of you.

I want you all to see

what would have happened...

...if I wasn't here.

Go ahead.

You saved my life.

-I am in your debt.

-No, you're not.

Nobody's ever given me

anything before...

...so that makes us even.

Stomach acid of a purple worm.

Eat through anything.

The map to Malek's vault.

Damodar will never know what hit him.

It's an ambush. Everybody, out!

Scatter!

Dorian!

Ormaline, when I give a signal,

cast a lightning bolt. Nim, use that acid.

Damn you!

Die!

Ormaline, now.

There, the tears of the earth are dried.

There, the hidden things are clear.

There, the works of life are tried...

...by a juster judge than here.

If any of you wish to depart this quest,

the time is now.

There will be no turning back

once we enter Malek's vault.

So you will continue on?

Alone, if need be.

There are friends and families

to protect...

...and there is no dishonor

in choosing them over lsmir.

Well...

...I've no friends, no family...

...and I would like to repay Damodar

for this treachery.

I, too, will join you.

I'm with you to the end.

Our duty is to lsmir.

The orb comes first.

Dorian would have wanted it that way.

But if there's a chance to kill Damodar

in the process...

...then by all means,

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