You decide to employ the services of a powerful wizard. You knew his province wasn't under attack from the Mylandians, so ignoring the protests of the weyrleaders, you leave the weyr to find him. After journeying several days toward the outlands, you came upon the humble home of the wizard.
You had heard about the feats of this Wizard in his younger days in the Vinothemec War fifty years ago. The Wizard, named Beethlebrous, had fought in many battles and had once served in parliament of the weyrleader himself. You felt quite nervous as you approached his unassuming home.
After introducing himself, the wizard invited you in, and served you a cold drink.
"So Bethlebrous," you said, not sure whether to be casual or subservient "you were quite the wizard in the old days, but what can you do now?"
The wizard pursed his eyebrows in anger, which you knew wasn't good. "I am retired!! Do you young dragoners have any respect or sense of duty these days? Why are you here!! You should be fighting the invaders!! Coward!!" he hissed, pointing his long, wrinkled finger. "Hey dude!! Chill out!!" you reply, holding up your arms.
But before you can say anything else, he lifted his arms and cast a spell on Gil. Gil split into two different people, each one identicle. Your two parts both spoke in unison to the wizard: "What did you do to me?"
"I used a Morgan LeFay spell on you. Divided in two, your lifespan will be cut in half unless the two of you are re-joined."
Just then an apparition appeared... out of nowhere. "It's Morgan!" the wizard shouted in fear, "she sensed her spell was being used!"
Morgan cast a flaming goblet at one of the two Gil's, and was frozen solid! The apparition disappeared with a poof.
"She froze your other half!" the wizard said. "the only way to unfreeze him is to journey into the darklands and hire the services of Demonia the sorceress! She's the only one other than Morgan who can reverse the spell!" You shake your head, you didn't like this medieval quest stuff that happened all the time in Draconia behind the lines of modern warfare. You'd think Morgan would use her spells on a Mylandian tank instead of loudmouth like me.
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