The Fate of the Kingpriest

By Kate Johnson

>what the hell happened to the kingpriest after the gods tossed the 
>mountain onto istar? of course, he would have been killed, but where 
>is he? there was a short story about the knight rennard who betrayed 
>huma and what happened to him after his death... and we've seen a 
>story on what the world might be like if the kingpriest actually won 
>instead of getting squished. . . 
>
>but what about what *really* happened lo him? is he being tortured in 
>the abyss much like raistlin was? or did he see his folly after being 
>roasted and squished by the mountain and is residing with paladine?

Cassandra... what a fun concept!! I never really considered the deluded King Priest's fate. Since he caused alot of suffering on Krynn, it would have to be something really hard for him to endure and yet not physically painful. My suggestion is that he be transformed into something harmless like a gullydwarf. and live out the rest of his life knowing what he once was and how far he fell. Although I know fanfic is discouraged here, a paragraph can reveal alot about this special punishment!

"I tell you ..you wretched cretins.. I am the King Priest!" Slou, who stired stew in a large shield, looked over at her young son and sighed. One of the younger ladies, Nag, tugged on her sleeve.

Why not Muck like other Aghar? Why Muck so.. funny?" Nag asked, giving the boy an odd look.

Slou sighed again and thought, 'Muck will never get wife if keep this up.' She went and stood over him for a moment, frowning, then tossed a spoon into his lap. "Muck bash rats — go now!"

"Get your filthy, vile instruments of indigestion away from me... you.. you.. halfwit! Are you trying to give me the plague?" The young gully dwarf tossed the spoon away contemptuously, and wiped his hands afterward on his ragged clothing.

"Everybody tired of hearin' you gripe..." Slou leaned over, poking her thick bulbous nose into her son's face. "KingPriest... hmmph. You look like Aghar... smell like Aghar... maybe, maybe you ARE Aghar. 'Bout had 'nuff of this King Priest stuff."

At first the gully dwarf seemed frozen, his mouth hanging open, his eyes glued on the hairy mole on the tip of his mother's nose. Then, suddenly, he let out howl of frustrated rage, and leaping up bowled his mother over.

"I'll have you all burned at the stake! Degenerates!! This is some fiendish plot to keep me from leading the gods in the battle against wickedness! Paladine! Paladine help me!" Muck's last words had a hysterical quality to them as they echoed throughout The Place.

Slou pushed herself into a sitting postion as she watched the other ladies hogpile onto Muck, pinning him gibbering and screaming to the floor. She grabbed Nag's shoe, getting the young female's attention.

"Nag, go get pop. Tell him Muck off his head 'gain. Tell him to bring the spank stick."

"The Fate of the Kingpriest" © Kate Johnson