It’s warm, just as it should be. Ralic gets up next to his wife as usual, but now dawns the garb of “the hero”. It was delivered to him yesterday evening to put on, passed down from generation to generation–and now it is his turn. It fastens on easily. Ralic’s surprised; the clothing fits him per...
She shouts, practically into his ear. The bandaged man in officer attire turns to Colette while he presses his glasses to his face. “Ahh, my dear Miss Ketiere, what news of your watch?” “It’s…” she looks about the crowd, noticing a few pointed gazes aimed at her “Can we talk somewhere privately?”...
“You are in the infirmary of Smashland’s magic keep, Bashgaurde,” she answers simply, tucking away her disbelief that this man is awake, let alone alive. “Oh, good! How long was I out?” “... about fifteen minutes.” “Ahh, so it wasn’t a dream!” “What wasn’t a dream?” “Uh, sorry, I was just talking...
As a giant, spinning, metallic something smashes out from the wooden rafters, which are piled up with decades upon decades of dirt, the overlord scoffs, and leaves to the deep caverns to live out its last minute of life with some semblance of peace. There’s a great crash of the machine as it fall...