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Zyf's Journal Part 16
This is chapter XVI of the Journals of Zyf, devoted of Myn
Spring Returns and an Ally Falls
“There’s trouble coming,” murmurs Zyf, his alert dwarven senses tingling. “Come Sno-Cap!” he calls to his war-steed, vaulting into the saddle. And then Zyf, horse-dwarf nonpareil, gallops down the steep hill to render his able assistance to his comrades. Moments later, Zyf rejoins his battered and bruised compatriots and soothes their wounds with his mere presence.
“You, you and you,” he says indicating Chun Yao, Quintain and Dannis, “get the pearl to the center of the fountain. Place it upon the top and the gate should open to the Philatarians, the Children of Law. They, under my leadership and guidance, will restore the seasons of the world. But, have you a care, that pool of water is more than it seems!”
The three nod and stare into the still waters trying to fathom its reaches and discern its dangers.
“You,” he says to Flann, “prepare your magicks; danger approaches from the east on burning hooves, and it just might be your arcane knowledge that swings the balance!”
Flann gathers his components and fixes his gaze eastward awaiting the foe.
“You two,” he says to Emma and Keiara with a soft smile, “just keep on doing what you do. Zyf like.”
The maidens swoon beneath the gaze of the completely heterosexual and testosterone laced dwarf, his musk like a potion of super-heroism in their delicate nostrils.
Soon enough, the sound of hoof beats is heard from the east and into view comes a demonic hag from a time gone by upon an ebony steed with smoldering hooves.
“Keep ye away from the fountain!” it intones. “This is not the way! The cycle yearns for completion and this is not the time!”
“Hold thy tongue!” commands Zyf, undead slayer. “Your warnings are empty. Your meaning is false. The world cannot wait any longer, she dies in Winter. Let the Spring be born ANEW!”
And, with the power of his will alone, Zyf cracks open the barriers between the planes. Phasing into view are the Philitarians, the Children of Law, their bodies a mixture of human and serpent; scales iridescent in the pale wintry light.
“NO!” screams the hag atop her nightmarish steed, “the world is undone! My failure complete. Defeated by this dwarf and his band of misfits!” With that, she focuses her empty gaze on the mighty cleric and summons forth all her evil. All her bile. All her magicks and directs them at the stoic Zyf. But, his defenses are too great and the mighty blast is deflected from his breast into the beard of his druid companion, Dannis, who falls dead on the spot.
Seeing the hirsute Wylder fall, mighty Zyf charges the extra-planar wretch and rips her from her stallion’s back. His righteous fury burns in his veins like molten mithril as he batters her with his stone-like fists! His wails at the loss of his boon companion are drowned in the cries for mercy from the hideous crone.
“Nay, nay, a thousand times nay,” says Zyf, majestic mourner, “your crimes have brought you to this end. No mercy for us. No mercy for Dannis. And, now, no mercy for you!”
Soon enough, the powerful cleric’s anger is abated and the demonic form in his hands is barely recognizable. Great tears roll down his face to mingle with the ichor from the hag, steam rising as the unholy blood touches those heavenly droplets.
The Philitatians, for their part, look on in awe and leave the grieving cleric alone.
The Pearl is returned.
The Children of Law are released.
Dannis has died.
The sun rises in the East.
The world has moved on to a better place, what of Dannis?
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