Zehir: For a campaign called ‘The Mage,’ I didn’t get to do all that much.
Godric: We are in Sheogh but have no troops. Can you tweak the Heart of the Griffin to transport our troops here from the Griffin Empire?
Zehir: Sure. Give me a second. *tinker tinker*
Meanwhile…
Squire: So I says to ‘im, give me two cows for those farthings. And ‘ee says to me– *WHOOOOOSH*
Squire: What the hell!?
Zehir: I think that worked a little too well.
Godric: Let’s get as much mileage out of this thing as possible. Keep bringing troops here from every corner of Ashan. We need all the help we can get!
Sprites: What the- how did we get here?
Assassins: Hey, we were eating! What gives?
Hunters: This is madness! We have been teleported!
Mages: This is unethical!
Blood Furies: Whoa! We’re suddenly in Sheogh!
Zehir: That should do nicely.
Findan: Can you fix the Heart of the Griffin so it can hone in on Isabel’s signal and transport her to us? That would save us a lot of time.
Zehir: Heavens, no.
Raelag: The path to the Demon Sovereign’s palace is blocked by Ur-Hekal. There resides Biara. I need to have a word or two with her.
Godric: Come! Let’s split up and then attack her from multiple angles.
Biara: I have been defeated but it’s too late for you and your friends. Isabel is with Kha-Beleth and there’s nothing you can do to get me to talk.
Findan: Maybe I shouldn’t have let you go after you killed Tieru at the Dragonmist Islands.
Raelag: This is for Isabel! *casts spell*
Biara: Arrrgh!
Raelag: This is for Shadya! *casts spell*
Biara: Hey, I was Shadya.
Raelag: And this is for LOOOOOOOOVE! I don’t want to wait! For our lives to be over! *casts spell*
Biara: Okay, you win! Stop with the singing. Follow me and I’ll take you to Isabel.
Zehir: This is obviously a trap.
Raelag: That’s okay. Love is blind! Send all the traps you want, Kha-Beleth! I will rush in head-on, for LOOOOOOVE!
Godric: I don’t agree with this strategy.
Findan: Too late. There goes Raelag.
Kha-Beleth: So you’ve made it this far. No matter. Queen Isabel has already been marked and will bear my child. You are too late to stop me.
Kha-Beleth: In fact, you can take her back. Of course, there is one condition. Raelag, you must kill your allies.
Raelag: I won’t do that. And in case you haven’t figured it out, I am actually Agrael.
Kha-Beleth: Obviously.
Raelag: I will never betray my friends. I love them even more than I love Isabel.
Findan: Now this is getting kind of creepy.
Kha-Beleth: If you will not join me. Then you will all die here! *casts meteor shower*
Raelag: Take this!
Findan: And this!
Godric: And that!
Zehir: Methinks the writing in this game will garner some serious awards. So dramatic.
Kha-Beleth: You may have won this battle, but I will be back. *disappears*
Findan: We should leave Isabel here for she is tainted.
Isabel: Hey! I’m right here.
Raelag: No. Isabel is fine. Trust me. Let’s go.
Zehir: If we take her back to the Silver Cities, I can try to cure her. Sar-Elam was a greater mage than even Kha-Beleth.
Godric: Well, Kha-Beleth wasn’t a mage at all, so…
Raelag: We’re taking Isabel back and that’s final!
Findan: How do we even be sure this is really Isabel? Where did that succubus go? Remember what the Demon Sovereign just said to us before he teleported away?
Raelag: Hey, are you the real Isabel?
Isabel: I sure am.
Raelag: See? All is well!
Findan: I wash my hands of this decision. If ill comes of this, the fault shall lie with the rest of you.
Raelag: Then don’t bother making an appearance in the expansions. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to find a way out of Sheogh.
Zehir: Good point. Where are we, anyway?
Assassins: Our food is getting cold, back home.
Much later…
Godric: Boy, I’m glad that’s over. Looks like we never bothered to fix the chapel where you got married. Maybe we should do that now.
Isabel: I think we should start a new faith here… with the Demon Sovereign as the head of the church… heh heh.
Godric: Did you say something, Isabel?
Isabel: Oh. I said these doors need repairing.
Findan: I TOLD YOU SO!