A Cursed Day

In an instant I materialized in a grand concert hall. In that moment every part of my being was summoned from the mortal realm to a place known only as “The Chamber of the Immortals”. It was a calling from the greater gods of the realm…

A bit bewildered, I looked around to see if I was the first to arrive. As I scanned the area I was surprised to see that every other immortal was in place, it seemed I was the last to arrive. It is quite rare to see all of the immortals of the realm gathered in the chamber at once. You see, to concentrate every god’s attention in the same place, is to take them away from their duties in the mortal realm, and everyone knows that the silly mortals wouldn’t last an instant without our constant “guidance”. Before I go on, let me take a step back and properly introduce myself.

I am Blarg, Voice of the Realm, appointed to that position by the greater gods, Tarin and Seluctruh. It is common knowledge all immortals are given an area of responsibility, an office you might call it. Mine, the area of theater and song, is not of great importance as these responsibilities go, but I am quite content with my place in the realm. I’ll apologize now for my many tangents, being everywhere at once is a habit of the trade. I’ll try to make my way back to the story now…

When there are important matters to discuss the immortals meet in The Chamber of the Immortals, or as I see it, The Grand Concert Hall… All of us see the chamber uniquely. I, for instance, see the chamber as a grand theater and my peers as fellow musicians. Phyre might see it as a great alchemist’s laboratory, and Seluctruh might see it as… well I don’t really want to imagine what’s in Seluctruh’s dark mind. By the time that I arrived it seemed that everyone else was in place. I slowly made my way next to Phyre, and waited to be addressed.

Tarin began the assembly by telling us why we were summoned. “Immortals of the Darkstone, we have brought you here to discuss a matter of great importance. It seems that the balance of realms…” Seluctruh cut Tarin off, “Get to the point already... we brought you here because it’s too quiet ‘down there’ and we need someone to give things a good stirring up.” Tarin scowled at Seluctruh, “as I was saying before I was interrupted, as you all know by now, without some form of conflict or distress, many mortals fail to remember the importance of prayer and supplication. As I’m sure you also know we all draw our power from those prayers and sacrifices. If nothing is done to ‘stir things up’, as Seluctruh put it, we all run the risk of losing our powers.”

As Tarin uttered the words, gasps arose from around the room. Soon everyone was in an uproar. No one seemed to believe what he had just announced; Immortals can’t lose their powers, its impossible! “Shut up!” Seluctruh roared. “He speaks the truth and its your own fault. If you all paid more attention to your followers we wouldn’t be in this mess.” The room became silent again and Tarin continued, “I have brought you all here to find a remedy for the current situation, if any one of you has an idea step forward and address the council now.”

When it seemed like no one else would speak, I stepped forward. “I…

Before I could finish, the goddess Jae cried “War! They need war! We all know that is when the mortals seek our help the most One of us could give things a shove in the right direction, and hope that things escalate.”

Everyone looked around waiting for someone to add their opinion. I wanted to help more than anything, but my followers weren’t the fighting type. They were lovers of the arts, what could I do?

Arcum had his own ideas and was suddenly standing, ready to address the rest of us. “Seluctruh use the vampires. Let them spread the havoc they crave. Surely we would have our war then.”
A smile slowly crept at Seluctruh’s face, but it was short-lived. Tarin quickly cut the idea down. “And what would be left after? Complete darkness? That would hardly benefit us. We need someone neutral to both light and dark; someone who would see beyond race and not sway the balance.”

It seemed like it was then or never, I spoke up. “I’ll do it.”
A few chuckles could be heard around the room, the first to actually speak was Arcum. “And who would follow you to war? The musicians and singers?” he laughed.

I looked around hoping someone would help further my cause, but no one would help me. Just as I thought that my idea had been completely disregarded, Tatianna spoke, “You all forget how easily things can change.” She grinned at me, “What did we do when we needed someone to be responsible for the magic in the realm?” Tatianna motioned at Phyre, “We trusted it with someone that had only known the mortal realm before then and she hasn’t let us down. If she was able to fulfill that huge responsibility, surely another immortal could take on a new responsibility. Blarg did what was asked of him when he was appointed as Voice of the Realm and I believe he could be as successful with whatever else he chooses. I recommend that Blarg be appointed Lord of War and that he be given control of all things related.”

Arcum was speaking before Tatianna ever had time to finish, “That’s outrageous. Someone that was a bard in his mortal life? What warrior would ever follow such a god? None, it would never happen. Go ahead and give up now if this is your plan. It’s not possible.” He muttered on but slowly quieted down. Though not everyone was as vocal about their fears, it was obvious that Arcum wasn’t the only one doubtful of Tatianna’s proposal.

At the head of the chamber Tarin was stood and gave his opinion. “Tatianna, your faith in Blarg makes me believe that he could handle this task, but Arcum’s fears have merit. The mortals would not accept him…” Tatianna frowned and nodded. “but they don’t have to know who he was. They only need to know who he IS. A god of the arts will be difficult to replace, but to find someone else so ready to take on the massive task ahead would be impossible. So this is what will be done. Blarg you are now relieved of your office as Voice of the Realms, along with the office will also go the name Blarg. You will be known from now on as Aragos, Lord of War and Keeper of Chaos. The fate of all of us now lies in your hands. Do not take your new duties lightly”

And with that I became Aragos, no longer was I Blarg, the immortal that was once a dwarven bard. I had completely left my mortal life behind. I was now ready to take on the task ahead. Would I be ready? Where would I go from there? What would happen if I failed? I had no answer for any of my questions but I knew what had to be done and that I had to find a way to do it.

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