You pant, and look up at the dark wizard. He's facing the wizard with
specticals. "What has taken you so long?" He roars.
"What year is this?"
"It's WRRF2!" The wizard wimpers. It must be how the
inhabitants of this dimention keep track of the years. "You've
been imprisioned for-"
"TWO HUNDRED MORTAL CENTURIES?" He booms. "How dare you
take your time while your Lord Denrick is cast in stone? HOW DARE
YOU?" He sents a mighty gush of water into the illusionist's
face.
The water stops, and the apprentice speaks up again. "I'm sorry.
I thought the return spell would bring them to be faster!"
"Faster? FASTER? So instead of taking action, you dawdle around,
waiting for the charms to come? No big hurry, eh? NO BIG HURRY! I'M
NOT IMPORTANT!" A surge of lightning comes from the fingertips of
Denrick. It shocks his apprentice until his body goes limp.
You back up as Denrick walks closer to you. The wizard takes the metal
of fire, and flames flicker on his fingers. They dance around from one
hand to the next. "The stone of fire." The man points it
towards you. "Hopefully it can destroy you. I'll make sure it
gives you a quick and painless death, child. It's the greatest gift I
can give to the imbosile who was dumb enough to free me!" A blast
of fire engulfs you!
The pain is too great. You might die, but you can't give up. You think
of what the illusionist in glasses said about the stone. It can take
you to any time and any place in time. It can obviously also show you
the future. While the charm's spell is apon you, you might as well
make the magic work. Pick a random historic event...
You cry out. "Earth, 1969, on the Moon!" You cry out. A hole
opens up from beneath your feet, and you fall down into a dark
abyss...
The stone peels away like a banana peel, and you find yourself face to
face with a real wizard! For an evil villan, he's certainly better
looking than most. The charms circle around him, and when he raises
his hand, a blast of electicity comes towards you, but you quickly
dodge the surge of power.