Dungeons & Dragons

The Empire of Izmer

has long been a divided land.

Ruled by the Mages,

an elite group of magic users.

The lowly Commoners,

those without magic...

are little more than slaves.

Izmer's young Empress Savina...

wishes equality

and prosperity for all.

But the evil Mage Profion

has other intentions.

At last!

Come, Damodar.

Release him.

You are mine now.

Come to me!

Yes, I told you

it could be done.

You have the power

of the Immortals.

You can control Dragons.

With a Dragon army

at my command...

I can crush the Empress...

and control

what is rightfully mine!

You don't like that, do you?

Good!

I can use every ounce

of your rage!

Come on.

Follow me.

Follow me!

I said follow me!

What now, my lord Profion?

We shall have to modify

our plans.

Summon the High Council of Mages

immediately.

They're about to learn something

of our young Empress...

that may give them pause

for thought.

It will be done.

This must be some

twisted magic experiment...

gone seriously wrong.

Why is it every time

something bad happens...

you blame the Mages?

When was the last time

you saw a river catch on fire?

You think they care

if anyone got hurt?

I'd love to find a way to give

those Mages some payback.

"Ridley the Savior".

That'll be the day.

Look, Ridley,

things are the way they are.

There's nothing

you can do to change it.

You got your haves

and your have-nots.

We are your gotta-gets.

And right about now,

we gotta get paid.

The Magic School.

The what?!

The Magic School?

Are you crazy?

We'll break

into the Magic School.

Think of what we could get.

With the fire,

it won't be heavily guarded.

Think of the challenge, Snails.

Think of what

we could find in there.

If we pull this off...

we'll be the envy

of every Thief in Sumdall.

Trust me.

Why would the Empress

want to disband this Council?

It's a concept

I find difficult to believe.

Azmath, your loyalty

is commendable...

but we have all watched

the Empress' growing up...

and we have all

heard her views...

on what she considers to be

the injustices of the land.

But she is just a young woman.

Young people speak

from the heart, not the mind.

In time, with our counsel...

she will come to understand

why things cannot be changed.

Maybe so.

But is that a risk

you are willing to take?

Her revolutionary ideas...

have already taken root

among the people.

In time,

her influence will grow.

As the months go by...

she will learn to master

the powers of her Scepter.

When she does,

I have no doubt...

she will use it

to enforce her changes upon us.

What do you propose, Profion?

I humbly ask that we vote

to remove the Scepter...

from the Empress' control...

so that government in Izmer

will remain secure.

Remove the Scepter

which lolls above our heads...

and destroy the threat

of revolution forever!

And if she does not agree?

Then...

her true intentions

will become clear.

And then we will be forced

to do whatever we must...

to protect the strength

and unity of Izmer.

What say you?

How could he get the Council

to turn against me?

He plays on the fears

of the others--

their fears of change.

I know, Vildan...

but the changes I propose

are for the good of the people.

All people deserve

to be free and equal...

whether Commoner or Mage.

I know this within the depths

of my soul...

and if necessary...

I would die to make that

the way Izmer is run.

What can I do to stop Profion?

You must outsmart him.

Over the past years,

I have been searching...

for an ancient artifact

called the Rod of Savrille.

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