Viridian Gate Online: Vindication by N. H. Paxton

Author:N. H. Paxton [Paxton, N. H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shadow Alley Press
Published: 2019-03-13T16:00:00+00:00

Behold that which dooms world...

I FELL TO THE GROUND from the push, but managed to keep moving. I crawled a few paces before standing back up and heading for the shelving. The battle raged on behind me, the sound of chaos engulfing the ritualistic chanting.

I reached the shelves and started grabbing everything on them. I tossed in a solid number of low-quality items, a few old books, and then my hand landed on the grimoire. I felt it thrum beneath my grasp as I lifted it from the old, wooden storage shelves. I felt invigorated as I looked at the cover. It showed a scene debossed in the leather, a man standing over a workbench, vials and various implements strewn about. I opened the pages and was transported to another time.

The battle behind me vanished. Instead, I stood in an old workshop, the same room I was just in. Now, or whenever I was, the room was filled with young members of various races rushing about with vials, components, and equipment. I stood in the middle of the room, watching it all happen, when the man who was detailed on the cover turned from a gilded workbench. Seeing him live was a shock. He was an extremely tall Dawn Elf, his body rippled with sinewy muscle. His skin was tinged a deep red, possibly from years in front of a forge.

“Vlad, it’s good to see you. We don’t have a lot of time, as you can see. We’re in the final phases of evacuating. They’re going to seal the Tunnels, something about a plague.” He clasped me on the shoulder and turned me about, showing me the room.

“What is happen here?” I was severely confused, but the man chuckled, then stepped in front of me.

“This is the workshop, Vlad. You’ve been here countless times before, and now it’s time for you to pack up your gear and find a new place.” I had a large book placed in my hands, followed by a series of other tools. He looked at me and scoffed. “Oh, but you need your bag, of course.”

He handed me a large bag, which looked to be crafted out of some kind of expertly made leather.

“This is because...?” I was still confused. He didn’t seem to mind. I began thoughtlessly shoving items into the bag while I stared at him.

“Because you’re the last Alchemic Weaponeer to leave the workshop, Vlad. I’m going to, well...” He faltered, his eyes growing heavy with sadness. “I’m going to stay here and make sure our secrets stay safe.”

The man, who now looked so much smaller than he originally did, stepped over to his workbench and leaned against it. He looked like he was experiencing a mix of pain and remembrance.

“I see. Anything Vlad can do to help?” I felt like I needed to help this man, whose name escaped me at that moment. I could hear it in the back of my head, like a misplaced memory, but my lips refused to speak it.

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