The Lore of Mystic Jeldor of Avalon

“No. I already told you I sold it.” Jeldor said, calling out over his shoulder as he crested the summit of Delmar’s Falls.

“You WHAT?!!” screeched a loud, hissing sound. Like steel that were grated against shards of broken glass. Jeldor didn’t have to turn to feel Kalares following shortly behind. The soul-tether was still intact, thank the light for that. The small toad floated behind with its large unblinking eyes and discomforting golden glow.

Jeldor grunted. “You know the risks better than anyone when a Wizard travels off-world. Preparations cost money. The merchants guild said our target is some kind of zombie called ‘Deadfellaz’. And if I get infected? You got any blood-cleanse potions on you? No? Oh yeah you don’t even have hands anymore.”

“I do miss hands.” Kalares muttered quietly. “But with the Sacred Flame and your Ascension you’d have so much power”!

Jeldor took a large swig from his canteen and tossed it back in the sack. “Or the flame melts my body to goo. You always were reckless Kal.”

The toads large eyes stared back. Though Kalares showed no emotion, Jeldor felt the toads shame reverberate through the soul-tether.

“Ok then, let’s get on with it.” Jeldor finished placing the final stone and stepped back. The air was charged as the wizard performed the weaves with skill and precision.

“WAGMI” he cried and the portal formed wide. “Let’s go find a Zombie!” and the pair walked through. The portal closed behind them and the wind blasted in a huff as if the Heavens had exhaled.

Entered by: 0x9cCa…5eE4 and preserved on chain (see transaction)