THE ARCHMAGE ZORBULON – Part 4
THE ADVENTURE SO FAR:
AND NOW, THE THRILLING FOURTH INSTALMENT…
You feel Barnabus, your faithful familiar, scratching his draconic ruff or his back spines or whatever, atop your hat. The vista of absolute and unparalleled devastation before you remains unchanged. Perhaps you feel a tremulous, tumescent rush of pleasure at the raw evidence of your might. Perhaps you feel a tingle of regret at, y’know, annihilating an entire settlement because someone raised their voice at you. I don’t know. I’m just the fucking narrator.
“It was like this when I got here, Barnabus,” you lie to your faithful baby dragon familiar. “I wouldn’t lie to you,” you add, lyingly.
Then, in a stunning twist of events, you actually tell the truth: “Also, yes. Here are some breadcrumbs.”
You pull a handful of breadcrumbs from one of your belt pouches, offering them up to the little lizard guy.
“Awesome,” he says, and begins chowing down. “Thanks, chief. These are tasty. Shame about whatever to this place, huh? Do you think anyone lived here? I bet loads of people did, like, with families and kids and kittens and stuff like that. Maybe we should try to avenge all of them. You know, I bet those evil scargoyles did this! They’re proper knobs, those guys, so– Whoa! What the heck is that!?”
You turn, following your familiar’s reptilian gaze.
‘That’ turns out to be some sort of being. A large, powerful-looking creature cast in opposing shades of black and white, haloed by the rising sun, perhaps in some indication of divinity. Or maybe the ash from the recent destruction is clearing, and it’s just an animal in front of a sunrise. At this point, who even knows.
It regards you in either moronic dumbness or dignified silence.
“Look at that majestic fucker,” Barnabus enthuses. “Should we go see what his or her deal is?”