Far Away from Home

[THE STORY SO FAR: The wizards join in the grand tower to make sure that the sons and daughters choose nothing other than the Dwarven engineering or the Elven healing. The Wizard of Wind takes another step towards the same as he receives the book “Guide to Destroying the Hopes of Others” and advice from the Dwarven Eldar which he takes to The Wizard of Life along with Orb of Negativity; and he thus attains knighthood. ***The images used in this post are screenshots from my time spent in the game, Age of Wonders III: Shadow Magic, a turn-based strategy title which I highly recommend.]

The wizards surely had their plans and were working on the same, even though it made no sense outside their world. At the same time, far away from the so called civilization around the towers of the wizards, a song was heard, something of frustration and revolution; something which reflected more than one world beyond the dimensions. There was a large crowd assembled around a giant rock which had the shape of a rugby ball, and it was a mixed group of races belonging to the woods. The day was getting over, but not the enthusiasm of the people. The song was as follows:

The wizards join at the central tower...

The wizards’ world is all beauty from the outside, but beware of what lies beneath…

We are not of the fake world
Not part of a universe of chaos
Which pretends to be perfect
Guided by pretenders to the throne.

We have nothing to do with that world
Which thrives on inequality
Where people are forced to be something
Like the engineers or healers called doctors.

It is that world in which people are judged
By being an engineer or doctor or not
And by the money that they earn
And the colour of their bloody skin.

We don’t know of those wizards
Who have different rules for everyone
And thinks that it is all about money
Greedy for more and more of the moolah.

Love is fair in the case of some offsprings
Especially those who fall in love
With the rich ones; gets the approval
But loving even the slightly poor is banned.

The rest of the world outside the Dwarven-High Elf territory

The rest of the world outside the Dwarven-High Elf territory is rather the fair one…

Those who are fair are the smart ones
A title which is instantly given
And the dark-skinned gets nothing
From the wizards of the grand towers.

We don’t belong their show-offs
Neither will we attend their vanity
Reflected in their grand programs
Driven by inequality and false pride”.

“So they really have different rules for education and love? And even on the basis of skin?” asked a satyr while cheering for the song.

“The man from the wizards’ bloodline has spoken about the same; so it has to be true” said a centaur while drinking a cup of tea.

“Bloody idiots. This is why I never want to meet a wizard. I always hated those white beards. They look so fake” remarked the satyr.

“We should ask some of those creatures of the night to bite then” added the centaur.

“I would steal their beards or ask a halfling rogue to do that!” murmured satyr.

“I hope that their bloodlines will be better informed about the same” said another centaur who came into take a cup of black tea.

[To be continued…]

TeNy

Choice of Eternal Dislike

[The story so far: The wizards join at the grand tower to make sure that their sons and daughters choose nothing other than the Dwarven engineering or the Elven healing. They go back from the tower to come up with further plans for such people for making them deviate from their path or somehow destroy their current career so that they would rather sit at home instead of following a career path that they don’t like] https://theteacerebration.wordpress.com/2014/11/22/the-wizards-choice. *The images used in this post are screenshots from my time spent in the game, Spell Force 2.

For the same, the Wizard of Wind alighted from his dragon and travelled to the nearest Dwarven village through the portal, accompanied by his warrior minions to make sure that more steps were taken to degrade the usual courses. The Dwarves were very good at degrading others because they had formed a certain amount of hatred for the rest of the world as they sat there on their superiority complex. It was due to them being forced to choose the same career against their will, and wanted the same to happen to everyone else too. They also wanted to rule the world in one way or the other, and their hatred for Elves was lessened only by their more intense hatred to everyone else.

The wizard had thought that they should travel to the Elves, but had no big opinion about the healers by himself. He had chosen the Dwarven Engineering as the best path. It would have been a one step backward for him, even as he considered it to be a fair thing too. After all, there existed more than one kind of elves.

The Wizard of Wind has to keep his dragon outside to enter the portal.

The Wizard of Wind has to keep his dragon outside to enter the portal. Still fair.

“Keep your minions outside. Only if your son or daughter has studied Dwarven Engineering, can you can enter. Otherwise choose to go back” said the Dwarven security guard at the village.

“Yes, my son has studied it. He is even working a lot hard these days, far away from home”.

“Then, come and have a seat. As you are a wizard and spends your time saving the world, we are not asking you for any proof for the same. I hope your son can’t come back home very often. It is what the Dwarven Engineering is about. We make sure that all your sons and daughters earn the most money and also separate them from their families, leaving them in a different world where they can prosper and reach new heights. It also gives you an opportunity to blame the rest of the people who are with you”.

“It is not why I am here. There is the need to destroy the focus of one of my nephews who is following a different path. He is going to write some tests, and we have decided that he shouldn’t get a job, and for the same, we should destroy his concentration. We can’t really stand him getting any better in his path. We want him to deviate from there and listen to only what we say”.

“So where is this person right now? Can I see him?” the Dwarven Eldar asked as he entered the room.

“He is writing literature and studying the same with Halflings in the land of Perumburia”.

“Damn those Halflings. They seem to think that they are better than us just because we have the same height. But there is nothing that stands against the Dwarven Engineering. We create everything in this world, and they think that supporting creativity and imagination is to help them gain anything in this world? Teaching love and passion is stupid. Everybody should only be making money, and that is what they should have always been thinking about. We shall attack them one day with our newly created weapons and armour”.

“Can you just give an idea to stop him right now? We are desperately in need of something. We can’t think properly now”.

The portal connects the lands, as the Wizard of Wind enters the village.

The portal connects the lands, as the Wizard of Wind enters the Dwarven village.

“Are you out of ideas all the time? Just keep giving him some jobs to make sure that he doesn’t study. At the same time, make them look very important so that he can’t deny them. Never help him with his academics and make him feel that what he is doing is insignificant. Also use words about how he is not good enough, and praise everyone else other than him and make him feel inferior and a complete waste with your talks. Here, take this Guide to Destroying the Hopes of Others” said the Eldar as gave the book to the wizard.

“I can do that with ease. I shall always praise my son and make sure that I blame him for something everyday. Everything that he does can be used against him, and each word that he says will be considered as a weapon against him, which means that he won’t do anything that we don’t like. How often should I do it? Everyday before food or just three times a day”?

“Wizard dude, this is not a medicinal tablet. Just do it as much you can. There was not even the need for this if we were not infested by hatred”.

“Okay. But one question haunts me. Why are these Dwarves under the sofa here playing hide and seek? Are you not supposed to be awesome engineers who do nothing other than science”?

“These are kids. We all look the same from the age of eight. This is why we are called Dwarves. Do you get it?” asked an angry Eldar.

“Yes, of course. Right. I think I should leave. Here is the price for your advice and the book” said the wizard as he gave the Eldar two magic orbs and left the place.

“Is it even going to work?” asked the guard.

“I am pretty sure about it. Halflings are a weaker breed. Those who stay with them are also supposed to be weaker. May be he will kill himself. It should be the best part of the same. One person less would be good” replied the Eldar.

“Let’s play some mind games with these people, right”?

“Yes. They will have the same opinion all the time, and nothing will change about it. So lets see how it goes. One thing is sure though, that this is going to create a terrible influence on the boy as well as his parents. I wonder why these people are saying things like these to their own brother whose son is targeted. That would also lead him to worry a lot for absolutely no reason. But this is something that we enjoy. There will always be the option to study and go for a job, but that will never work as every second will be strain”.

The wizard had begun his journey back to his people, guarded by his warrior minions against the foul creatures around. It was tiring, but he knew that he had everything that he wished to have, and it was something that would bring joy to everyone. He made his way back to the portal that took him back to his dragon which transported him back to the wizard’s tower.

[The saga continues…]

TeNy