Capítulo 13: Elminster vs Halaster


Note:
Wizards kick rocks! They are powerful and very interesting. Elminsteris one of my favourite Wizards. He is one tough Wizard that is protected by Mystra herself. Who would win, I wonder? Elminster or Halaster? Let’s find out, shall we?

It was a day just like any other. Birds were singing, children were playing, the fishes were swimming... and people were just living their lives.

But in forest, near the city of Waterdeep, two Warriors were preparing themselves for battle. Not just any battle... The battle! The last one of their lives.

One of them was an old man. He seemed too old for this kind of job, but experienced nonetheless. He wore a rusted chainmail and had a magical sword. He looked like a Paladin of some sorts.

And what about his adversary? He was young, yes. He wore a great armour and sword. His face was full of scars and he had an eye patch. He had a look in his eyes... sorry, eye... that said Blackguard.

And at the top of a hill, an old man was watching the fight between the veteran of Good and the infant of Evil. He was also enjoying a good smoke. The pipe seemed old and yet full of respect.

The name of the old man was Elminster.

The fight between the two Warriors was full of passion. Both wanted to win.

And then... He appeared. He was also an old man. But he looked insane. He talked in rhymes and had a look of pure madness.

He looked at the Warriors and laughed. The two Warriors stopped the fight and looked at the strange sage.

The mad man was Halaster, Lord and Creator of the Undermountain. Halaster pointed his finger to the two Warriors and launched some sort of spell.

The Paladin and the Blackguard both died a gruesome and horrible death. The only thing left were some ashes.

The mad man looked at Elminster and defied Mystra´s Chosen to a fight. But not just any fight... A Wizards´ fight.

Elminster looked at the ashes and then at Halaster. He picked up his staff.

He accepted.

May the Gods protect us, mere mortals! The Combat of the Art was going to start.



Undermountain was made of Magic. Magic can create and Magic can destroy... and in this case it had destroyed.

The two Wizards had fought for days. Undermountain was all destroyed, and all that was left were the corpses of monsters and some of Halaster´s clones.

Elminster had won.

The powerful Mage looked at the wounded figure in the ground. Halaster was a mere shade of what he had been. He seemed tired and weaker... But he still had madness in his eyes.

"My domain... My world..."- said Halaster.

Elminster was also tired and weaker. It had been a great battle... But Mystra had come to his aid at the last minute. His goddess had destroyed the damned clones of the mad Wizard. The fight had been just between Elminster and the real Halaster.

But Halaster wasn’t dead. Undermountain was his Dungeon... he made the rules here... The Dungeon Master always made the rules.

Halaster was up again. He looked at the remains of his "world".

"My world... My will!"- cried Halaster.

He picked up an axe that was on the ground and came forward in the direction of Elminster.

"Here's Johnny!"- said Halaster.

Elminster decided to put his powerful staff in a defensive position.

"Who?"- asked Elminster.

Halaster stopped his attack and looked at the axe. Why had he said that?

"I... don’t know... it just came to me..."- said Halaster.

The mad Wizard was so tired that he had forgotten about talking in rhymes.

"Are you alright, old boy? You seem paler than usual?"- asked Elminster.

Halaster decided to throw the axe at the ground. He did look paler than usual.

"I... don’t know... my madness... Is growing stronger or something... I feel it... a powerful madness... I feel..."- said Halaster.

Elminster looked at his staff and then at his adversary.

He was completely mad, Elminster thought.

"You feel... what?"- asked Elminster.

Halaster looked at Elminster and started to droll.

"I feel..."- said Halaster.

"Errr... Mad? Angry? Hungry? Old?"- asked Elminster.

"I feel pretty..."- said Halaster.

Elminster looked confused.

"You feel what?"- said Elminster.

"I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty, and witty and gay,
And I pity
Any girl who isn’t me today."- sang Halaster.

Elminster almost fainted.

"I feel charming,
Oh, so charming--
It’s alarming how charming I feel,
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I’m real.

See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!"- sang Halaster.

"You are crazy!"- said Elminster.

"I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honour me.

I feel dizzy
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty,
Miss America can just resign!

See the pretty girl in that mirror there..."- sang Halaster.

"What mirror where?"- sang Elminster.

Elminster looked at his hands and then at Halaster. What kind of Magic was this? Why was he singing? What was happening in there?

"Who can that attractive girl be?"- sang Halaster.

"Which? What? Where? Whom?"- sang Elminster.

"Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!"- sang Halaster.

Elminster looked at the wall. There was no mirror there... yet... he was enjoying himself. After all those years of saving the world and other dimensions... he was having fun! Oh, well... when you can’t beat them, join them.

"I feel stunning
And entrancing--
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I’m loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!"- sang the two Wizards.