Andrew the storyteller
When everyone has sit down, and a fire is lit, Andrew beckons all gathered
in the camp to listen to a story by the fire:
He everyone's attention is focused on him, he says: "Friends,everything
seems safe for now, so I will tell you an ancient story I learned a few
years ago: I am a follower of Mystra, not Oghma's, so please forgive the
poor storytelling".
"Once upon a time, when the great Elminster was still a boy, there was a
great mage. He was the world's most powerful mage. He could do almost
anything he wanted: control the weather, travel the world with a snap of his
fingers, raise vulcanos at a whim..."
"But there was one thing he couldn't have, with all his power: he couldn't
obtain Mystra's love."
"Don't get me wrong, he worshipped Mystra, but he wanted her to love him, as
a mortal woman would. It is said Mystra's beauty rivals even Sune
Firehair's. But she would not, could not fall in love with a mortal man.
There was no hope for him, and he knew it."
"Then, one day, the mage crazed, and disappeared from his tower into the
wilderness. It is said he hid even from Mystra, who told her clerics to look
for him, but couldn't find him."
Years later there were some rumors he was working in a powerful artifact,
that could grant him Godhood, so he could attain the godess' love. Godhood
isn't a easy thing to attain, though. The artifact needed the life force of
hundreds, thousands to fulfill its goal. The mage showed up again and
started destroying villages and small towns, stealing people's life forces
so he could become a god.
"It is said that, when he was approaching Waterdeep, Mystra appeared before
him trying to persuade him to give up his evil ways. He said he was doing
that for her, because of her, and would not stop. She said she couldn't love
him, that this were not allowed, and would have to stop him, because she
couldn't allow the destruction of Waterdeep."
"A mighty spell was unleashed"
< Andrew motions his hand again and dancing lights appear over the party's camp>
", and the mage was no more. He died by the feet of his impossible love. It
is said that the goddess cried, and never before a sound so sad and
desperate was heard in the Realms. Shooting stars were seen falling from the
skies of all Faerun, beacuse of the godess' sadness. She took the mage's
corpse and carried it away with her. The legend also says the mage's
artifact still exists, hidden somewhere in the Realms, never to be seen again."
"Well friends, that's it, hope you liked. We have to be careful with love,
for it strikes when it is least expected, and not even gods are imune to
it's effects".
< The dancing lights are out. The story is over >
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