>>: Lenard W. Lakofka (born 1944), usually credited as Len Lakofka,
>>: was a Dungeons & Dragons writer and long-time friend of D&D creator
>>: Gary Gygax. Lakofka is best known for the L-series AD&D adventure
>>: modules, and as the namesake of the character Leomund. Lakofka died
>>: on the morning of Oct 23, 2020.
>>Leomund at the Edge of Forever
>>By Drew Griffiths
>>Edited by Thomas Kelly
>>They all had felt the summons. Whether they wanted to or not, one by
>>one, it compelled them to make their way to that place gods alone could
>>go. They arrived in a colossal room without walls, with views through
>>windows where there were no windows. One among them looked out on a
>>solitary pathway, into a void where no god dared go.
>>Phaulkon, Master of Birds and Wind Archer looked to red-bearded Kord.
>>He saw his own heartbreak reflected back in Kord's face. Nearby, one of
>>the gods softly wept, perhaps Lydia, goddess of music and daylight. It
>>took a moment for Phaulkon to notice-Wee Jas, mistress of magic and
>>felt very different-as if a part of him was missing, lost somehow. He
>>looked down at his own body and took note of his wispy wraithlike form.
>>It was as if he was not completely there. As he stared at his
>>insubstantial self, Wee Jas drew close and took his hands in hers.
>>Immediately he began to feel more substantial, but at the same moment,
>>Wee Jas herself began to fade, to disperse, to take shape into him.
>>"No! Stop!" shouted Leomund, pulling his hands free from the goddess.
>>He stepped back from her and stared, fearfully, into the dismayed faces
>>of the many gods. Lendor merely looked on sadly.
>>Realization dawned slowly. It's not that I have died, is it. But
>>somewhere else, maybe not in this universe, but in some other universe,
>>the other me that I had always known to be there, a piece that perhaps
>>all the gods here knew as well, is gone. That's why all the gods gaze
>>upon me so piteously! They too have lost some irretrievable piece of
>>"What are . you said there were other choices?" Leomund stuttered. He
>>asked Lendor directly.
>>"You have the choice to live on, on Oerth. If that is your wish. Live
>>as an immortal in that world. But you will forever be without the part
>>of you that has already vanished. Or, if you desire it, ascend to
>>become a god. Wee Jas herself was willing to make that sacrifice for
>>you. Transcend what you are now, and seek what is lost. But without
>>promise you will find him or fill what is missing, or you could ."
>>"Stop," protested Wee Jas. Phaulkon stepped forward to comfort her, but
>>she pulled away from the offer of his feathered embrace. "You can't let
>>him take the path into the void. He will be then gone forever!"
>>At last Leomund could fully see where he stood, in a room without
>>walls, facing a pathway made of steps that he could not really see but
>>knew to be there, leading away into the impenetrable blackness. "What
>>is at the end of the path?"
>>"Nobody knows," Lendor admitted.
>>"Will I find that part of me that is already gone?"
>>"I don't know. None of us know. Perhaps."
>>Leomund knew at once what choice he must make, and in that instant, all
>>the gods knew it too. It was as if it had always meant to be this way.
>>It was time. Not the time of his choosing. But time, just the same. He
>>looked back over his shoulder. All the gods were behind him now, bowing
>>to him-bowing to a mortal man. He stepped onto the path and was gone.
>>One by one, the gods vanished from the room at the edge of forever,
>>until only Lendor remained, keeping vigil, staring into the void for
>>the remainder of time.
>You should post this as an article on the Canonfire web site.
I'm kinda surprised no one mentioned it, but it's been a distracting
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stealing money, to stealing an election.
He has really grown as a politician.
-- Michael Moore