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In a chamber within a black tower magic is practiced like a musician
practices scales. Spells are formed and floated upon the ether much as
their maker floats above the floor. Soon, they weave even greater spells
within the octarine... a symphony of sorcery that cascade and crash about
the chamber. And their composer is none other than Bozz, Master of the
Mystic Artes a man who once was known as the Warlock!
He has mediated and worked his arte for longer than the man realizes, but this night his meditation is disturbed: troubled in mind and spirit, Bozz searches for the cause of the disturbance, he opens his third eye, his inner power, and what he sees startles even this man who has seen much horror in his long years. The images that confront his mystic senses are an affront to sanity, and not all can be understood. The only clear image is that of children prancing about with blood on their hands. The sound of heavy breathing intrudes then upon this bizarre scene, but it is a sound that Bozz realizes is coming not from within this horrific vista, but rather from within his chamber. Opening his eyes he sees a large ape with a toaster for a head. "Hello, Dada," says Bozz. "Come for me?" The strange ape nods its stranger head and beckons the mage to follow. Soon Bozz finds himself in the dining room of this black tower. Sitting at the head of the table is a shriveled man, ancient by all accounts, and yet a man with a fire of youth and power within his eyes. "Sustenance my good friend, you need your sustenance." "Vince, you know I like to meditate for hours--" "It's been three days, Bozz... I was getting worried." "Three days?!?" said Bozz in surprise. "I, I didn't realize--" "Could you, ahem, you know... wipe your forehead?" Bozz felt the flesh above his eyes and realized that his third eye was still present in physical form. "Sorry, I know how that freaks you out." In the blink of an eye the third eye dissolved back into the octarine from which it had emerged. "We've got company," said the older man. "Damn peculiar too. I saw them from afar, roaming this edge of desert like rabbits running from a wolf. Damn peculiar companions too, a human and a dwarf." "What? Don't see that too often, and less so out here on the edge of perdition! Where are they now?" "The infirmary, I left them with Bobo. The human is in bad shape, dehydrated - kept himself alive using magicks. The dwarf is in shock and near death. Half his body is infested with worms. He's resting now, but after dinner I'm gonna do all I can to save him -- I knew my collection of organs would come in handy!" "I didn't think you had any dwarf parts." "I don't. As a naturalist and doctor I find this to be most exciting... my very first interspeciel organ transplant upon a dwarf!" Bozz smiled as he sipped his soup. "Only the great Dr. Vincent would find such happiness! Imagine what your reputation would be if the greater lands knew of you! Would it be savior... or monster?" "Shut up and eat your dinner!" said Dr. Vincent with an impish smile. "Life is my arte, and I don't have time for damn fools who'll argue with me."
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