“Yes, master, but I wanted my old teacher’s knowledge to help you with your plans,” the Lich whimpers, hoping to gain some favor. “I am not as strong as you, so I require such things if I wish to remain useful.”
The Baron laughs heartily at the cowering creature. “It is good to hear that you know you are expendable. I appreciate having servants who are aware that they will not always be of use to me unless they improve. This is why I keep you alive and in my service, Tyler.”
The Lich looks up at his master and stands at attention. “With your permission, I will recapture the gypsy boy. It is the least I can do for my mistakes.”
“No need. The boy will be more useful as a wild card than a prisoner. He has no other use to us since he is not a champion,” Kernaghan explains, casually picking a loose thread from his shoulder. “Now, I want Yola to bring Queen Trinity to the healer where she will be brought back to consciousness. The wounds on her arm will be left alone for the next two days as part of her punishment. I want you, Tyler, to deliver a message to Nyder and Vile at the factory. They are to meet me in the throne room tomorrow evening where we shall discuss our current course of action.”
“As you wish, master,” the Lich and Yola swear. The Lich quickly sinks into the floor while Yola roughly picks Trinity up by the pants. The goddess vanishes in a puff of rainbow smoke that ignites when it drifts too close to the Baron.
Kernaghan wipes the colorful ash off his chest as he rises into the air, passing through the ceiling. He looks across the desolate landscape of Shayd and takes a deep breath of the stagnant air. The crumbling ruins of the chaos elf nation dot the blackened hills and steaming swamps. A symphony of screams blankets the continent while the Baron’s slaves are worked to the bone. He grins hungrily when his eyes fall upon a wagon full of yellow gems being pulled to the front of his elegant castle. Two emaciated chaos elves are barely able to move the wagon through the gates before one of them drops dead from starvation and exhaustion.
“Our game of pawns is coming to an end,” the Baron whispers, looking out to the open ocean. “Whether you like it or not, my old subordinate.”
The adventure continues in
Family of the Tri-Rune
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