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Mystra, the goddess of magic, sat brooding as she watched the mage duel carry on, destroying more and more of the defending mage’s irreplaceable scrolls, magical research, and laboratory. Despite the fact the two mages were of relatively low seasons, the magic protections and summons they had were lasting so long that even her patience was growing thin while waiting for the winner to emerge.
Her thoughts strayed to the angry confrontation she had with Tempus, the god of war and battles, a short time ago. He was the last in a line of angry or distraught gods who claimed her generosity with the benefits of the Weave were upsetting the Balance. Tempus had gruffly called up a vision of a mage who spent nearly an hour casting protective magic on himself; and then proceeded through a heavily guarded underground enemy encampment alone. Hours later his protections still remained and scores upon scores of dead men lay in his wake as he handily destroyed the enemy leader with receiving little more than a scratch
Her thoughts returned to the mage duel as yet another magic wand used its last bit of energy trying to pierce the magical barriers around the mages. She sighed in sad acquiescence, and with just a thought, the Weave changed and shifted, causing the durations of many spells to shorten. As both mage’s protections failed, the battle quickly ended with the messy death of the intruder. Now the remaining mage was left to salvage what little remained of his magical work.
It was done, she thought grimly - already as the cries or curses from the mortal realm rose in her name. The other gods should have been happy, but they too were already receiving the same chorus from their faithful as all magic-users everywhere -even the gods- felt the change.
Some sense of Balance has been restored she thought, but the cost was high for everyone - the gods included.
Her thoughts strayed to the angry confrontation she had with Tempus, the god of war and battles, a short time ago. He was the last in a line of angry or distraught gods who claimed her generosity with the benefits of the Weave were upsetting the Balance. Tempus had gruffly called up a vision of a mage who spent nearly an hour casting protective magic on himself; and then proceeded through a heavily guarded underground enemy encampment alone. Hours later his protections still remained and scores upon scores of dead men lay in his wake as he handily destroyed the enemy leader with receiving little more than a scratch
Her thoughts returned to the mage duel as yet another magic wand used its last bit of energy trying to pierce the magical barriers around the mages. She sighed in sad acquiescence, and with just a thought, the Weave changed and shifted, causing the durations of many spells to shorten. As both mage’s protections failed, the battle quickly ended with the messy death of the intruder. Now the remaining mage was left to salvage what little remained of his magical work.
It was done, she thought grimly - already as the cries or curses from the mortal realm rose in her name. The other gods should have been happy, but they too were already receiving the same chorus from their faithful as all magic-users everywhere -even the gods- felt the change.
Some sense of Balance has been restored she thought, but the cost was high for everyone - the gods included.