Tuesday, April 1
Herald of the Yellow King - Conclusion
Kham awoke slowly, days later, in bed within the castle of Duke Adolphos val’Tenson. Vlad, Dril, and Ilmarė stood over him.
“He’s awake!” exclaimed Vlad. He sat down on the bed. “How are you feeling?”
Kham blinked. “So it was all a dream?”
“Not quite,” said Ilmarė. “It seems we all collapsed just after we were summoned to deliver an apology to the oldest man in Milandir.”
“Collapsed?” asked Kham. “I wasn’t even drunk!”
“Others undertook the task for us,” said Dril. “They said the old storyteller died in his sleep the night before.”
“And the villages?”
“Derek’s Holding, Dunover and Brighton are whole and intact,” said Vlad. “I visited myself to be sure. The peasants are all tilling the land and living their lives as if nothing happened.”
“But something did happen…didn’t it?” [MORE]
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posted by Mike Tresca at 6:26 AM
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