Wednesday, November 18
Isles of the Damned: Part 2g – The Boneshaper’s Throne
They emerged in a room unlike anything they had seen so far in Zoltan’s castle. It was completely black. The darkness came from drapes, heavy velvet ones, strung around the room, covering the naturally gleaming ceramic. Two pieces of furniture dominated the room: a massive four-poster bed, also curtained, and a mammoth pipe organ, which wheezed out the weird atonal music that filled the atrium below.
One hulking mechanical skeleton plunked away at the organ while two others turned the pages of sheet music.
“Ha-ha!” Zoltan leaped from the curtains, looking as roguish, handsome, and charming as ever.
“Great,” Kham sighed. “Please tell me you’re the real Zoltan and we can kill you now.”
“I am indeed,” said Zoltan with a smile. “I have been watching you closely, and you’ve made a fine impression. If you can best me in a fair battle, I will proudly meet my fate and hand over de pistol.”
“Very funny,” said Kham. “Like my comrades would ever let me fight you in single combat. Right guys?”
Kham turned around. “Guys? You’re not seriously going to let me fight him one on one, are you?” more
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