Deep within the mountain of a dormant Volcano, in a land known as Crom and the world is set in ancient times. An old person is dressed, in an exquisite black robe, and he has a white-long beard. His facial hair is not too extensive, and it covers only his face. He is also carrying an illuminated-green staff in his right hand. He seems to be studying something deep down in the depths of the obsidian-dormant volcano; despite, the flaming-hot liquid below, which is flowing beneath the small-ridge.
You can hear the roaring racket of the incinerating and bubbling-hot magma; it transmits an intense aura of heat as the man wipes the sweat from his brow. The robed-figure is attempting to fuse the staff, with a large-gem. The sparkling jewel is carved, into the cavern-wall, and it gives off an illuminated-light blue colour that sparkles brightly next to him.
“MASTER NO!” yelled a voice from the distance, “YOU MUST NOT FUSE THE STAFF… WITHOUT COMPREHENDING ITS PRECISE NATURE! YOU WILL RUPTURE THE BALANCE IN THE WORLD!”
Nevertheless, the man is too late to stop him as the person dressed in the black robes fuses the staff with the large gem, using the incorrect spell; suddenly an explosion happens instead, and it echoes and rumbles throughout the magma chamber at the bottom of the volcano. Shockingly it does not erupt, but something has happened to him, “Finally, you have breathed life into me… My name is Chaos, and I will consume your world with destruction!” Said the man in black.
“Grey Lord?” Asked the other man.
“You have done well, Theron in helping the Grey Lord retrieve and study the Firestaff and you have brought it right to me. However, I must study the staff further… so I can empower the staff with the Power Gem, which is the gems correct name and finally escape this cursed place!”
“ARISE MY MINIONS,, RISE ONCE MORE AND FIGHT FOR ME!” shouted Chaos.
Theron watched in pure terror as he now looks at what is considered the personification of absolute evil.
The Grey Lord is no more, other than a large-black, cloaked figure; his eyes glow with the embers of a crimson-like fire.
Suddenly, another voice is heard out of nowhere, “RUN THERON, GET SOME ADVENTURERS, QUICKLY…” the voice shouted before continuing in a normal tone of voice, “We need to stop him from empowering the Firestaff. I am the Lord of Order… the good side of the Grey Lord!”
His form is now revealed to him as well; he is dressed in a white robe and looks more menacing as well and a lot younger. He strikes at Chaos with a fireball, but it has no effect, “We cannot kill him… he also cannot slay me. We are one. There is only one way to stop him, and that’s learning from the mistakes that I have made, and that’s why you MUST ESCAPE, quickly. Do not discuss what has happened here today, other than they must restore the balance to the staff as it will scare off adventurers!”
“Shut up… and die, you stupid idiot!” yelled Chaos in fury and malice as he strikes down the lord of order with a gigantic-lightning bolt, “You were wrong it seems… I have defeated you. I will destroy every last being of this land that you all love, and call Crom with the power of the FIRESTAFF!”
“Oh… by the Gods!” yelled Theron now revealed, he is the apprentice of the wizard called the Grey Lord; who changed into the Lord of Order and Chaos. Theron runs as fast as he can and escapes the volcano unscathed; four years then passed after the incident within the gloomy mountain.
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