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| Khut’s feeling… Like he can and will take on the world… but he doesn’t know why… |
CARDS
Hulugu
Human Relations Series #11: Accepting and Respecting Authority
The Cusp
The Old Empire
We are “Raiding” (totally not fleeing) north…
High season moves on, but the weather gets steadily colder…
The cold reduces the number of apparent snakes…
The Yaghuth fish out the most overt of Phaanin infiltrators…
Our troops condition is steadily improving…
But the caravan is becoming steadily more grim…
As the Apple Tree continues to feed off of our hope…
We breed up the slithers, store the eggs, eat the rest…
Go looking for some alternative mounts…
Semek’s wife comes reporting that the Empty Circle is closing to the east…
And a large number of Steppefolk are riding with them…
Seems like Forktongue sold us out (Shock!)…
Regardless, we need to get to the city and drop the ants…
Khut leads a recon party to the city…
Classic former-Thabannite…now amalgam…
There are flickering strange-blue lights in the city…
A fair number of people (not bugs) camped out…
We reach the edge of the city…but find no people…
no resistance…but goosebumps…wiggins…
Iron-dear has a strange sense of being watched…
Something spooky is going on…SPOOOOOOOOKY!
At about the time that Ado says “I think this is a bad idea…”
We find ourselves surrounded by hooded Phanin…
With a bunch of tall, lanky, flaming-eyes Old Imperials…
A dusty blizzard blows up…
“We have been sent to bring you…”
Vadim: “We’re sending our most volatile to talk with you
and they will be on drugs…”
Khadagan: “Why would you tip our hand?!?”
Vadim: “That’s our hand? Volatility and drugs?”
Everyone: “Yes…”
We transition…the phaanin’s skin rotting away…
We are in the middle of a populous city…
Lots of people encamped…tents…pennants flying…
Clearly Old Empire…of Shan Yu’s faction…
Squee: “Who’s Shanyu?”
Khadagan: “Someone we used to know…”
The undead Phaanin conduct us towards one of the largest buildings…
With each step we shift further into the Fade…
We enter an enormous mosque-like building…
All roundde and covered with Thaabanite artwork…
Big ‘ol Imperial thrones with a man and woman seated…
Vadim plays crazy and offers a wooden bowl of tapioca…
Shanyu greets us…
Apparently his consort wants to chat…
Or him to chat…she lays a hand on his arm…
Ado prepares a feast (illusory and scent-heavy)…
Shanyu refuses to break bread with us…
Since we might soon be at drawn blades…
"You come with the Empty Circle on your heels,
we’re greatful for the ones you left burried
in the salt flats…"
Ooooh…he has shiny red teeth…
Squee appears in his lap and starts beard-braiding…
Khadagan: “She’s a ‘Beard Lemur’…”
“Ah! The rare beard-lemur…”
Ellen-Dear waxes diplomatic…“We call it a Squee”
“Ah! Thank you for the Squee, it’s a noble gift”
Sorq approaches the consort: “Great Lady will you dine with me?”
Ladies only dinner ramps up in a side room…
Food is laid out…gray, green, gangrenous…
And dust-soaked water that leaves hands glistening black…
Sorq: “What may I call you?”
“I am now merely The Consort…”
Oh shit, it’s Ma’chek…
“The faded have no names…”
“May my sister join us?”
Iron-dear steps out of the shadows…
Khadagan: “This is my sister, she likes to watch…”
Sorq is crazy, we’re all in her head…
Khadagan: “So do I just leap out of your ear or something?”
Sorq: “Everywhere I go Squee’s in my head…
I go to the Fade, she’s there, to the Verge, she’s there”
DM: “You found an Empire of Darkness and she’s there in your
lap braiding your beard, believe me, people empathize…”
Ma’chek wants some amusement, some revenge…
Some pregnant pauses…some menace…
She unveils…her face is featureless, black, cracked ash…
Meanwhile we sit and chat with Shanyu…
Squee asks Shanyu about the cloaked woman…
“What’s a ‘Consort’?”
“Ah, the Squee talks”
Ithunn: “It’s the most intelligent of it’s kind”
He is not subtle in poiting out that his Consort is plotting…
With the assumption that we’ll all join him…
One way or another…eventually…
Also…he breaths…water vapor in the cold air…
Ado: “This is not you…” and he lays out some stories of Shanyu…
“You’re not tied to a consort, you owe her nothing…”
Ado tries to coax Shanyu into paying a visit to the spire…
We trade safe conduct in the city…
In exchange for letting him into the Spire…
AND the Consort…and his generals…
The Ladies’ Tea ends and Ma’check leaves…
There is a restlessness in the room as we head out…
Undead snakes lying in torpor begin to ripple…
Draw up their shrouds…their eyes ignite…
Palpable tension between the Consort and Shanyu…
Which is clearly, entirely an act…
We are conducted out of the city by old empire knights…
The gates of the city swing open and sand is blown out of the empty city…
We call a council of war…and invite a Yaghuth who Remembers…
“Remembers Forgetfulness” being the man in charge…
We need them to stand vigil while we head into the spire…
Watch out for what happens when we drop the ants…
Make sure everyone living thrives here…
Calm tensions…keep minds together in the face of the maelstrom…
We ask Hundreds to spy on Shanyu and Machek…
She goes into a shamanic frenzy…then goes still…
Machek cajoles Shanyu on his bad acting skills…
Hundreds plays out one half of a conversation…
Then grabs Khadagan…and passes out…
The caravan, spire and all, rolls into the city…
We set up camp, all 45,000 of us, Semek running in overtime…
Hoargrim is grumpy at us being “sitting ducks”…
We call to the tree and set down the ants…
There is a sound like splitting wood after an ice storm…
AND the ants come…take one look at the city…
AND Sorq feels the overwhelming urge to burrow…
The Red Emissary asks about the city…
Refers to it as one they ate the roots of long ago…
They go DEEP…all 100,000 of them!
Will not approach the surface unless Sorq says its safe…
After the ants submerge a pale-face, white-haired woman appears…
Bowed, breathing heavily, edges indistinct…
Grass and flowers spreading out from where she stands…
Vadim tries to hook her up with Ellen-Dear…
AND Ellen-Dear turns her down…
Vadim: “You’re always welcome in my tent…”
She gives Vadim the hottest kiss ever…
We take them with us and head for the spire…
Remembers Forgetfulness comes and complains about the fade-infected city…
Yaghuth priests sit, facing outwards, every 30 yards around the camp…
We toke up…We head in…with the Consort and Shanyu…
And the generals presumably hanging out outside to jump while we’re gone…
We enter the pillared hall…the brazier still burning with incense…
As Shanyu follows we all fade…the air grows cold…
the world bending with pools of darkness beneath their feet…
They seem more real…less shadowed…
A well-dressed couple in full regalia…
Khut listens to the whispers…there is a twisting in the air…
Things writhing…the fire in the brazier ignites…
A hallway directly ahead open where it was caved in before…
Our old winged friend from the fade squats on the throne…
Ado calls on the sense of the Lord of Light…glowing from inside…
Something here is terribly wrong…the light is changed…
Iron-Dear absconds with wingy-boys sword…
Khut pulls his bow…time stops…the arrow flies…and burries in Sorq’s back…
The Guardian shoots squee…the blow bringing out her sinful inner nature…
One eye flaming red…one burning green…it’s CHRISTMAS SQUEE!
And she sows…Confusion…
Ado drops some protection from wiggins on Khut…because yeah…
Sorq calls forth an army of pixies…which tear apart Shanyu and the Consort…
Khadagan lets loose a couple handfuls of lifeline spores…
They cling to the corpses of what had been Shanyu and Ma’chek…
Barruk beats on Ma’check’s body…smashing it to pieces…
Ellen-Dear animates and awakens the spire…
The skeletal arms embedded in the walls reach out for the Guardian…
Iron-Dear tries to have a chat with the walls…asking about her own past…
A skull says “the seed of memory lies farther within”…
The guardian starts pounding on Khadagan…with limited efficacy…
Then Ithunn jumps and punches him into a boney-armed wall…
Khut puts an arrow in the Guardian…and it Explodes into holy flames…
A burning crown expanding out around it…
or starts to…except Ellen-Dear shuts it down…
Some healing happens…then a wave of wolves climb all over it…and eat him…
Squee examines the bodies of the fallen…
Identifying them clearly as not Ma’chek and Shanyu…
By his fake-red teeth…
Khut looks up…the elves are gone…
He starts tracking…and, head-down, bumps strait into Ellen-Dear…
We debate what to do…until Khadagan tosses some purple lotus in the brazier..
Weird shit happens…we press deeper…
Pink light streams through windows we didn’t know were there…
Vadim rolls into the room, invulnerable on a wave of wolves…
There is a forest dipped in gold…
Pale-skinned beings with white hair and feather wings…
Khut stands very still and waits to have a psychotic episode…
Iron-Dear starts hugging everything: “I love you guys!”
Vadim: “Do you breed?”
Things rapidly go south…
Their voices like gongs: “You are not of the seed”
“You have to save your people…”
“Perhaps your prayers would be answered…”
“We will reveal the truth…”
“We will return the lord of lords to his rightful throne…”
There is a Lorax? … We are in THE very strange place…
Everything smells like rotting wood…
The forest disintegrate as the light bathes it…
The trees rotting and twist, metal replacing their bark…
Vadim prays to the Lord of Lords…trying to steal his cattle…
or rather…all the souls he put in this nice spire…
The angels turn to close the door…and get a little angry…
Or a LOT…
And its on…sort of…at least Ellen-Dear is kindof sober…
Ellen-Dear banishes Vadim…shoving him back into the real-world…
The Angels slam the doors shut, then hurl them back open…
“Begone from this place!”
Sorq: “I look forward to seeing your master…”
We leave…fast…
Vadim and his wolves appear in the middle of an all-out war…
Man-to-man, blood everywhere…lots of bad guys have us surrounded…
A twelve-foot-tall Githyanki knight leads the press…
Bodies litter the ground…mostly ours…
Which start to stand and join the salt zombies…
The dead numbering five thousand…
Yaghuth hold the line, walking steadily forward…
Chanting OM through their trunks…
Bursting into white flame as the zombies overrun them…
The old empire encircle the city…we form ranks around the spire…
Khut stands very very still, waiting to have a psychotic episode…
Ithunn grabs Khut to haul him out of the spire…
He lunges for her, slips, and bangs his head on the stairs…
Sorq sees that we are proper-fucked…but at least not mind-fucked…
The undead phaanin clearly chowing down on our forces souls…
Khadagan drops to his knees and starts praying…HARD CORE…
“To the one who exists at the root of all things,
the one who unites the fade, to the verge, to the cusp,
to the one fathered all things,
who sustains spirit and stone, leaf and bone,
I entreat thee now, make thineself known
come forth, sword of flame
come forth, crown of light
a nation of seekers are lost
a multitude of wanders search
without your truth,
they will fall under the blades of their foes
Come now, o nameless one,
Let your flame roar
Let your light shine
Let my people see you and be saved
Let your people see their savior and give thanks
let them give praise to you
and carry your name to the edges of the earth”
He feels hands on each shoulder…and its not Iron-Dear hugging him…
On the one hand the rich scent of apples…
On the other, the crackling of molten metal…
And he reaches out to the burning light of Tsaluth…
He externalizes the rage…
A heavy tred strikes the stair beside him…
An enormous creature…eighteen feet tall…burning, spreading wings…
Iron-Dear: “Hug!”
We feel sick…
And battle is joined as the doors of the spire open and dark angels pour out…
Vadim’s wolves charge into the fray to save the Gray Lady’s scholars…
Then a massive burning crown drops, surrounding the spire…
Barruk charges the Dark Knight who leads the Imperial troops…
Slamming into him with the full smiting force of his enmity…
branding him…“My enemies need to learn to despair!”
AND Squee turns him Pink…and his buddies…
Iron-Dear appears behind knight-boy and hugs him…with vigor…and knives…
Then Ellen-Dear sends in a bolt of lightning from the side…
Sorq calls down a storm of ice…which sublimates in the heat…
Steam rolling across the battlefield…
Death-Knight-boy retaliates with some Hellfire…blowing away Squee…
And our losses raise to 8000…
Khut stands…wipes the blood off the back of his head…
Runs up to the top of the spire…“Hey asshole! Up here!”
And drops three arrows into the knight…blasting him to kingdom come…
Of course…there are still hordes of salt zombies and knights…
Ado drops an endless volley of flaming arrows on their heads…
Sorq follows it with FEAR…and a whole phalanx runs screaming…
Khut calls for his wife…
who has a divine-off with Ma’chek…and reports that she’s in the Deep Fade…
Khut tosses out death spores…Vadim plant-growths them…
And salt zombies turn into plant food…
To be continued…
And the author said, “This is good, this thing I have done.” And he went for lunch and a drink. And it was good!
Hulugu
Human Relations Series #11: Accepting and Respecting Authority
The Cusp
The Old Empire
We are “Raiding” (totally not fleeing) north…
High season moves on, but the weather gets steadily colder…
The cold reduces the number of apparent snakes…
The Yaghuth fish out the most overt of Phaanin infiltrators…
Our troops condition is steadily improving…
But the caravan is becoming steadily more grim…
As the Apple Tree continues to feed off of our hope…
We breed up the slithers, store the eggs, eat the rest…
Go looking for some alternative mounts…
Semek’s wife comes reporting that the Empty Circle is closing to the east…
And a large number of Steppefolk are riding with them…
Seems like Forktongue sold us out (Shock!)…
Regardless, we need to get to the city and drop the ants…
Khut leads a recon party to the city…
Classic former-Thabannite…now amalgam…
There are flickering strange-blue lights in the city…
A fair number of people (not bugs) camped out…
We reach the edge of the city…but find no people…
no resistance…but goosebumps…wiggins…
Iron-dear has a strange sense of being watched…
Something spooky is going on…SPOOOOOOOOKY!
At about the time that Ado says “I think this is a bad idea…”
We find ourselves surrounded by hooded Phanin…
With a bunch of tall, lanky, flaming-eyes Old Imperials…
A dusty blizzard blows up…
“We have been sent to bring you…”
Vadim: “We’re sending our most volatile to talk with you
and they will be on drugs…”
Khadagan: “Why would you tip our hand?!?”
Vadim: “That’s our hand? Volatility and drugs?”
Everyone: “Yes…”
We transition…the phaanin’s skin rotting away…
We are in the middle of a populous city…
Lots of people encamped…tents…pennants flying…
Clearly Old Empire…of Shan Yu’s faction…
Squee: “Who’s Shanyu?”
Khadagan: “Someone we used to know…”
The undead Phaanin conduct us towards one of the largest buildings…
With each step we shift further into the Fade…
We enter an enormous mosque-like building…
All roundde and covered with Thaabanite artwork…
Big ‘ol Imperial thrones with a man and woman seated…
Vadim plays crazy and offers a wooden bowl of tapioca…
Shanyu greets us…
Apparently his consort wants to chat…
Or him to chat…she lays a hand on his arm…
Ado prepares a feast (illusory and scent-heavy)…
Shanyu refuses to break bread with us…
Since we might soon be at drawn blades…
"You come with the Empty Circle on your heels,
we’re greatful for the ones you left burried
in the salt flats…"
Ooooh…he has shiny red teeth…
Squee appears in his lap and starts beard-braiding…
Khadagan: “She’s a ‘Beard Lemur’…”
“Ah! The rare beard-lemur…”
Ellen-Dear waxes diplomatic…“We call it a Squee”
“Ah! Thank you for the Squee, it’s a noble gift”
Sorq approaches the consort: “Great Lady will you dine with me?”
Ladies only dinner ramps up in a side room…
Food is laid out…gray, green, gangrenous…
And dust-soaked water that leaves hands glistening black…
Sorq: “What may I call you?”
“I am now merely The Consort…”
Oh shit, it’s Ma’chek…
“The faded have no names…”
“May my sister join us?”
Iron-dear steps out of the shadows…
Khadagan: “This is my sister, she likes to watch…”
Sorq is crazy, we’re all in her head…
Khadagan: “So do I just leap out of your ear or something?”
Sorq: “Everywhere I go Squee’s in my head…
I go to the Fade, she’s there, to the Verge, she’s there”
DM: “You found an Empire of Darkness and she’s there in your
lap braiding your beard, believe me, people empathize…”
Ma’chek wants some amusement, some revenge…
Some pregnant pauses…some menace…
She unveils…her face is featureless, black, cracked ash…
Meanwhile we sit and chat with Shanyu…
Squee asks Shanyu about the cloaked woman…
“What’s a ‘Consort’?”
“Ah, the Squee talks”
Ithunn: “It’s the most intelligent of it’s kind”
He is not subtle in poiting out that his Consort is plotting…
With the assumption that we’ll all join him…
One way or another…eventually…
Also…he breaths…water vapor in the cold air…
Ado: “This is not you…” and he lays out some stories of Shanyu…
“You’re not tied to a consort, you owe her nothing…”
Ado tries to coax Shanyu into paying a visit to the spire…
We trade safe conduct in the city…
In exchange for letting him into the Spire…
AND the Consort…and his generals…
The Ladies’ Tea ends and Ma’check leaves…
There is a restlessness in the room as we head out…
Undead snakes lying in torpor begin to ripple…
Draw up their shrouds…their eyes ignite…
Palpable tension between the Consort and Shanyu…
Which is clearly, entirely an act…
We are conducted out of the city by old empire knights…
The gates of the city swing open and sand is blown out of the empty city…
We call a council of war…and invite a Yaghuth who Remembers…
“Remembers Forgetfulness” being the man in charge…
We need them to stand vigil while we head into the spire…
Watch out for what happens when we drop the ants…
Make sure everyone living thrives here…
Calm tensions…keep minds together in the face of the maelstrom…
We ask Hundreds to spy on Shanyu and Machek…
She goes into a shamanic frenzy…then goes still…
Machek cajoles Shanyu on his bad acting skills…
Hundreds plays out one half of a conversation…
Then grabs Khadagan…and passes out…
The caravan, spire and all, rolls into the city…
We set up camp, all 45,000 of us, Semek running in overtime…
Hoargrim is grumpy at us being “sitting ducks”…
We call to the tree and set down the ants…
There is a sound like splitting wood after an ice storm…
AND the ants come…take one look at the city…
AND Sorq feels the overwhelming urge to burrow…
The Red Emissary asks about the city…
Refers to it as one they ate the roots of long ago…
They go DEEP…all 100,000 of them!
Will not approach the surface unless Sorq says its safe…
After the ants submerge a pale-face, white-haired woman appears…
Bowed, breathing heavily, edges indistinct…
Grass and flowers spreading out from where she stands…
Vadim tries to hook her up with Ellen-Dear…
AND Ellen-Dear turns her down…
Vadim: “You’re always welcome in my tent…”
She gives Vadim the hottest kiss ever…
We take them with us and head for the spire…
Remembers Forgetfulness comes and complains about the fade-infected city…
Yaghuth priests sit, facing outwards, every 30 yards around the camp…
We toke up…We head in…with the Consort and Shanyu…
And the generals presumably hanging out outside to jump while we’re gone…
We enter the pillared hall…the brazier still burning with incense…
As Shanyu follows we all fade…the air grows cold…
the world bending with pools of darkness beneath their feet…
They seem more real…less shadowed…
A well-dressed couple in full regalia…
Khut listens to the whispers…there is a twisting in the air…
Things writhing…the fire in the brazier ignites…
A hallway directly ahead open where it was caved in before…
Our old winged friend from the fade squats on the throne…
Ado calls on the sense of the Lord of Light…glowing from inside…
Something here is terribly wrong…the light is changed…
Iron-Dear absconds with wingy-boys sword…
Khut pulls his bow…time stops…the arrow flies…and burries in Sorq’s back…
The Guardian shoots squee…the blow bringing out her sinful inner nature…
One eye flaming red…one burning green…it’s CHRISTMAS SQUEE!
And she sows…Confusion…
Ado drops some protection from wiggins on Khut…because yeah…
Sorq calls forth an army of pixies…which tear apart Shanyu and the Consort…
Khadagan lets loose a couple handfuls of lifeline spores…
They cling to the corpses of what had been Shanyu and Ma’chek…
Barruk beats on Ma’check’s body…smashing it to pieces…
Ellen-Dear animates and awakens the spire…
The skeletal arms embedded in the walls reach out for the Guardian…
Iron-Dear tries to have a chat with the walls…asking about her own past…
A skull says “the seed of memory lies farther within”…
The guardian starts pounding on Khadagan…with limited efficacy…
Then Ithunn jumps and punches him into a boney-armed wall…
Khut puts an arrow in the Guardian…and it Explodes into holy flames…
A burning crown expanding out around it…
or starts to…except Ellen-Dear shuts it down…
Some healing happens…then a wave of wolves climb all over it…and eat him…
Squee examines the bodies of the fallen…
Identifying them clearly as not Ma’chek and Shanyu…
By his fake-red teeth…
Khut looks up…the elves are gone…
He starts tracking…and, head-down, bumps strait into Ellen-Dear…
We debate what to do…until Khadagan tosses some purple lotus in the brazier..
Weird shit happens…we press deeper…
Pink light streams through windows we didn’t know were there…
Vadim rolls into the room, invulnerable on a wave of wolves…
There is a forest dipped in gold…
Pale-skinned beings with white hair and feather wings…
Khut stands very still and waits to have a psychotic episode…
Iron-Dear starts hugging everything: “I love you guys!”
Vadim: “Do you breed?”
Things rapidly go south…
Their voices like gongs: “You are not of the seed”
“You have to save your people…”
“Perhaps your prayers would be answered…”
“We will reveal the truth…”
“We will return the lord of lords to his rightful throne…”
There is a Lorax? … We are in THE very strange place…
Everything smells like rotting wood…
The forest disintegrate as the light bathes it…
The trees rotting and twist, metal replacing their bark…
Vadim prays to the Lord of Lords…trying to steal his cattle…
or rather…all the souls he put in this nice spire…
The angels turn to close the door…and get a little angry…
Or a LOT…
And its on…sort of…at least Ellen-Dear is kindof sober…
Ellen-Dear banishes Vadim…shoving him back into the real-world…
The Angels slam the doors shut, then hurl them back open…
“Begone from this place!”
Sorq: “I look forward to seeing your master…”
We leave…fast…
Vadim and his wolves appear in the middle of an all-out war…
Man-to-man, blood everywhere…lots of bad guys have us surrounded…
A twelve-foot-tall Githyanki knight leads the press…
Bodies litter the ground…mostly ours…
Which start to stand and join the salt zombies…
The dead numbering five thousand…
Yaghuth hold the line, walking steadily forward…
Chanting OM through their trunks…
Bursting into white flame as the zombies overrun them…
The old empire encircle the city…we form ranks around the spire…
Khut stands very very still, waiting to have a psychotic episode…
Ithunn grabs Khut to haul him out of the spire…
He lunges for her, slips, and bangs his head on the stairs…
Sorq sees that we are proper-fucked…but at least not mind-fucked…
The undead phaanin clearly chowing down on our forces souls…
Khadagan drops to his knees and starts praying…HARD CORE…
“To the one who exists at the root of all things,
the one who unites the fade, to the verge, to the cusp,
to the one fathered all things,
who sustains spirit and stone, leaf and bone,
I entreat thee now, make thineself known
come forth, sword of flame
come forth, crown of light
a nation of seekers are lost
a multitude of wanders search
without your truth,
they will fall under the blades of their foes
Come now, o nameless one,
Let your flame roar
Let your light shine
Let my people see you and be saved
Let your people see their savior and give thanks
let them give praise to you
and carry your name to the edges of the earth”
He feels hands on each shoulder…and its not Iron-Dear hugging him…
On the one hand the rich scent of apples…
On the other, the crackling of molten metal…
And he reaches out to the burning light of Tsaluth…
He externalizes the rage…
A heavy tred strikes the stair beside him…
An enormous creature…eighteen feet tall…burning, spreading wings…
Iron-Dear: “Hug!”
We feel sick…
And battle is joined as the doors of the spire open and dark angels pour out…
Vadim’s wolves charge into the fray to save the Gray Lady’s scholars…
Then a massive burning crown drops, surrounding the spire…
Barruk charges the Dark Knight who leads the Imperial troops…
Slamming into him with the full smiting force of his enmity…
branding him…“My enemies need to learn to despair!”
AND Squee turns him Pink…and his buddies…
Iron-Dear appears behind knight-boy and hugs him…with vigor…and knives…
Then Ellen-Dear sends in a bolt of lightning from the side…
Sorq calls down a storm of ice…which sublimates in the heat…
Steam rolling across the battlefield…
Death-Knight-boy retaliates with some Hellfire…blowing away Squee…
And our losses raise to 8000…
Khut stands…wipes the blood off the back of his head…
Runs up to the top of the spire…“Hey asshole! Up here!”
And drops three arrows into the knight…blasting him to kingdom come…
Of course…there are still hordes of salt zombies and knights…
Ado drops an endless volley of flaming arrows on their heads…
Sorq follows it with FEAR…and a whole phalanx runs screaming…
Khut calls for his wife…
who has a divine-off with Ma’chek…and reports that she’s in the Deep Fade…
Khut tosses out death spores…Vadim plant-growths them…
And salt zombies turn into plant food…
To be continued…
And the author said, “This is good, this thing I have done.” And he went for lunch and a drink. And it was good!
- From the ramblings of Khut
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