Hero’s End
“Gaze into fate, hero.” A deck of tarot cards flew outward from the Pharaoh’s cloak, presenting an image. Before the Hero a singular card held itself firm, displaying the moving image of a hooded sorcerer seated atop his throne of teeth - He who cackled maniacally before ruined lands bathed in flame and blood. “An evil sorcerer - one of many, though this one seeks to raise an army of evil. . . One that threatens to swallow the very world itself. The end draws near. . . I require a charitable soul, one who is willing to defeat this sorcerer. Once you complete this task, your heroism, your adventures, it may all come to an end. . .” The Pharaoh intoned, “Are you prepared to face that?”
“The elders once spoke of such an event, though I never imagined it would happen in my time. . .” Bodbmakos took a moment to contemplate, clenching his fist tight as he gazed at the face of the card, slight apprehension upon his own. “I have long known nothing lasts forever, it is better to fall with righteous glory than to wither away.”
“. . .So you understand.”
Adorned in fresh pelts and the arms of Du Loc, Bodbmakos ventured off to the lands of Yolg to defeat whatever ancient evil that had stirred, destined to meet his fate. So ends the story of the Hero of Du Loc, who stepped through the great filter and into the annals of legend. But the tales of heroes will never come to a close, for the struggle between Charity and Greed is a war without end.
“From lands of snow, had arrived upon a glacier,
fear he did not show, for he’d meet his maker,
champion of Charity, giving to those in need,
one of great barbarity, never gave in to Greed,
he who saved Brae, and slain the Minotaur,
kept the fiends at bay, like the heroes of yore,
how he earned his fame, most would be rotten,
for this we sing his name, never to be forgotten,
had bested every foe, truly a master over nature,
from lands of snow, had arrived upon a glacier”
Bodbmakos hal’Cingedoz
Fury of the Minotaur
Champion of Charity
Hero of Du Loc
1850 - 1909