Dungeons & Dragons

The Empire of Izmer

has long been a divided land.

Ruled by the Mages,

an elite group of magic users.

The lowly Commoners,

those without magic...

are little more than slaves.

Izmer's young Empress Savina...

wishes equality

and prosperity for all.

But the evil Mage Profion

has other intentions.

At last!

Come, Damodar.

Release him.

You are mine now.

Come to me!

Yes, I told you

it could be done.

You have the power

of the Immortals.

You can control Dragons.

With a Dragon army

at my command...

I can crush the Empress...

and control

what is rightfully mine!

You don't like that, do you?

Good!

I can use every ounce

of your rage!

Come on.

Follow me.

Follow me!

I said follow me!

What now, my lord Profion?

We shall have to modify

our plans.

Summon the High Council of Mages

immediately.

They're about to learn something

of our young Empress...

that may give them pause

for thought.

It will be done.

This must be some

twisted magic experiment...

gone seriously wrong.

Why is it every time

something bad happens...

you blame the Mages?

When was the last time

you saw a river catch on fire?

You think they care

if anyone got hurt?

I'd love to find a way to give

those Mages some payback.

"Ridley the Savior".

That'll be the day.

Look, Ridley,

things are the way they are.

There's nothing

you can do to change it.

You got your haves

and your have-nots.

We are your gotta-gets.

And right about now,

we gotta get paid.

The Magic School.

The what?!

The Magic School?

Are you crazy?

We'll break

into the Magic School.

Think of what we could get.

With the fire,

it won't be heavily guarded.

Think of the challenge, Snails.

Think of what

we could find in there.

If we pull this off...

we'll be the envy

of every Thief in Sumdall.

Trust me.

Why would the Empress

want to disband this Council?

It's a concept

I find difficult to believe.

Azmath, your loyalty

is commendable...

but we have all watched

the Empress' growing up...

and we have all

heard her views...

on what she considers to be

the injustices of the land.

But she is just a young woman.

Young people speak

from the heart, not the mind.

In time, with our counsel...

she will come to understand

why things cannot be changed.

Maybe so.

But is that a risk

you are willing to take?

Her revolutionary ideas...

have already taken root

among the people.

In time,

her influence will grow.

As the months go by...

she will learn to master

the powers of her Scepter.

When she does,

I have no doubt...

she will use it

to enforce her changes upon us.

What do you propose, Profion?

I humbly ask that we vote

to remove the Scepter...

from the Empress' control...

so that government in Izmer

will remain secure.

Remove the Scepter

which lolls above our heads...

and destroy the threat

of revolution forever!

And if she does not agree?

Then...

her true intentions

will become clear.

And then we will be forced

to do whatever we must...

to protect the strength

and unity of Izmer.

What say you?

How could he get the Council

to turn against me?

He plays on the fears

of the others--

their fears of change.

I know, Vildan...

but the changes I propose

are for the good of the people.

All people deserve

to be free and equal...

whether Commoner or Mage.

I know this within the depths

of my soul...

and if necessary...

I would die to make that

the way Izmer is run.

What can I do to stop Profion?

You must outsmart him.

Over the past years,

I have been searching...

for an ancient artifact

called the Rod of Savrille.

It holds the same powers

as your Scepter...

with one difference--

It controls Red Dragons.

If you could obtain it...

you could relinquish

your Scepter to the Council...

and still have protection

against Profion.

I must have

that Rod of Savrille!

With one wave of it,

I will topple her...

and bring down that useless

Council of idiots with her.

What is your wish, my lord?

Pay a visit to the Magic School

and see our friend Vildan.

Persuade him to give you

the scroll of which he speaks...

and bring it here to me.

And, Damodar...

make sure that he's

no longer around...

to give our young Empress

any more good advice.

Come, my friend.

Ridley,

why it got to be so high?

Snails, let go of me.

Can't we just rob

the first floor next time?

Hurry up.

Why don't we just rob God

while we're up here?

Come on, Snails.

I thought you said

this was going to be easy.

No, I said it wasn't impossible.

That's the same thing

you said...

when we robbed

that little Halfling's house.

Who'd he catch? Me.

Who'd he beat

from the waist down? Me.

-Are you going to jump?

-You going to catch me?

-I'm going to catch you.

-Promise?

I promise. Now jump.

All right.

Sorry.

I thought I heard something.

You did.

Me hitting the ground.

That is a big Dragon.

Now we're talking.

All right. Let's get to work.

I've already told you, Marina.

The Empress can't use...

her Scepter

of Gold-Dragon control...

or Profion will paint her

as a tyrant to the Council.

Profion must be made

to expose himself to them.

Damn it, I know it's here.

Where is it?

It should be right here.

Are you sure you put it away

in its proper place?

I'm sure.

You're sure, are you?

Then why is it filed here

with these volumes on alchemy?

It belongs in Dracology.

Where is it?

I know I've got it somewhere.

Ah, yes, this was it.

Really, Marina,

you must stop dawdling.

The Empress only has

three days until the Council...

forces her to relinquish

her Scepter to them.

-I'm sorry.

-That's all right.

You must understand

the seriousness of our task.

I just feel like I should be

doing something more...

than shelving books.

I understand, Marina...

but you must learn

to be patient to maintain focus.

That's the best help

you can provide just now.

I suppose you're right.

I never saw a scroll

so hard to decode!

It's protected

by very ancient magic.

Marina,

fetch me some Manticore wing.

-What is that?

-A Dragon tooth.

-Put it back!

-Just a Dragon tooth.

-Put it back.

-A Gold Dragon tooth?

-It's too big. Put it back.

-Come on, Ridley.

Here.

What'd you give me

the rodent for?

Pick it up! Come on.

You already got enough of these

at your house.

Look at this.

We're going to be rich.

You know how much

we could get for one of these?

Don't touch that!

One of the lab creatures

must have got loose again.

Marina, check on it.

Right.

Snails, relax.

It's an illusion.

I knew that.

Don't touch anything else!

All right.

What are you doing?

We're the...

The cleaning crew.

Right.

This is dirty.

Cleanup crew's more like it.

You're Thieves trying to rob us.

She must've put a holding spell

on us with that bracelet.

It must be the only way she can

get guys to come home with her.

I'd have to put a feeble-mind

spell on myself...

to want to take you home.

That was funny.

You're going

to the city dungeon.

That wasn't.

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