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Avice
Introduction
I do not enjoy Mortal life. The fact that I am mortal now, as
opposed to my previous state, is not entirely my doing. I used to
be able to merely think an act for it to become reality. As an
Agent of Chaos, I was unable to cause SERIOUS disruptions in the
Balance, but I could still have fun. Then, one cold night, I
decided to take refuge at a miller’s cottage. Passing
myself off as a wet, miserable mortal, I was allowed entry and a
place to sit by the fire. I had planned cause the rain above the
house to become so fierce that the mill slipped into the creek.
(I admit, now that I look back, I could have thought of something
far, far worse.) Apparently, the residents had plans for their
guest as well. To my astonishment, the blunt part of an axe-head
connected painfully with the back of my head. When I awoke, I was
bound in magic-resistant shackles. Apparently the miller found it
difficult to kill me, so he imprisoned me in his cellar. For
years I laid in its cold recesses.
One fine day armed men burst into the mill, apparently
searching for some of the “Guests” the miller and his
wife had entertained. During the search for evidence, one of the
soldiers stumbled upon the hidden trap door that led to my
would-be tomb. Lucky for me, he was a green recruit, and did not
bring any others with him in his exploration. Upon discovery of a
man in heavy (and might I add, painful) shackles, he should have
immediately notified his compatriots. He did not. Instead, he
attempted to free me by removing my fetters. I explained that I
had been bound here for an eternity, and needed water before
aught else. As ignorant in the methods of magical binding as he
was of proper procedure when exploring dangerous environs, he
fetched me a ladle of water.
"Thank you, my friend… One more, please… You
have no idea what torture it is to be able to hear the river
flowing above your head, but being unable to drink a single
drop!”
He gave me a second drink.
“One more, friend, one more. I’ll ask for no more, I
promise.”
After a bit of hesitation, he carried the third and final
water-filled ladle to the strange prisoner.
“Who are you? Why are you down here?” he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “My name is Avice, and I’m
dying of thirst. Hand me that last drink, and I’ll explain
everything once I’ve quenched the burning in my
throat.”
The fool handed me the drink. With the third drink, the spell
was shattered. I stood up, ripping the hated chains from my
wrists.
“Ahhh… The fetters have burst! At last, Avice roams
free again!” I looked at the youth that had freed me.
“I owe you a debt, friend. “For each of the three
drinks you gave to me, some gift I will bestow on thee.” I
rhymed. “I give your first wish now.” Realizing my
release had caused a chain reaction that would flood the cellar,
I began the chant of recall. The roof of the cellar opened up,
allowing the river in. In the instant before the water killed
him, I teleported us both to the surface. I watched as the Mill,
its residents, and the soldiers within were destroyed in the
collapse. Apparently, the youth no longer wanted his gifts, for
he took off running. Before I had caught up to him, he had been
killed by a wandering group of orcs. My second gift was to
destroy the orcs, and the third was to revive him. My revival of
the human and the destruction of the orcs had attracted the
attention of the powers that hold sway over me, and as punishment
for the interference, I became mortal.
Although I do not age, I had lost all my abilities, and was
forced to start from scratch. These are my adventures in the
mortal realm.
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