>>5705770>>5705772>>5705792>>5705806>>5705810>>5705881>"One of the people in my group wants to have an adventure in this old dungeon. So just continue faking being the demon lord, our party reaches you, have a fake, climatic showdown and you fake your death.">"You get to live, we get what we wanted, everyone is happy. The alternative is that we kill you for real."“Nyohohoho!” You snicker, a smug grin on your face. You don’t mind a chance to flex your power every now and then. “Well, how about this for a contract–one of the members of my group yearns for an adventure in this dungeon. I will allow you to continue on with this little charade of yours, but you have to play along with our game.”
The palisade of goblins stares you down in quiet. You approach them again, ready confidence in your step.
“You may continue to prance around in that demon lord getup until our party reaches you, whereupon you will engage in a nice spectacle of a fight with our friend and fake your death.” You continue to step closer and closer to the “baron.” “You get to live, we get what we want, and everyone is happy. The alternative is that we slay the lot of you here. So, what will it–”
“Silence.” The goblin’s voice echoes–or, more aptly, a chorus echoes. The cast is spoken aloud by multiple voices at once as they point your DYADIC WAND at you.
You find your voice dying in your throat. You go clawing for your neck first–but then, coming to your senses, your hands go shooting for your wand. The cold end of a sabaton finds purchase in your chest and knocks you to the ground before you can tear it from his hands. You gasp as air breaks from your lungs, but no sound leaves your lips.
“You seem to have misunderstood the situation.” The goblins speak in lockstep with one another. “Our offer was for you to become part of something greater.”
“Hghk–” You squeak. This isn’t right. A goblin’s magical capacity is near nil, even less so than that of halflings. And yet to make use of your wand like this–..
“This dyadic wand of yours is difficult to use, true–but this is enough to draw more information out of your companions. We’re sure one of them will know how to make proper use of it. Maybe we’ll start with that halfling. And in time, these poor, weak-minded goblins may prove a worthy opponent of such a strong wizard as yourself. And maybe even those on the surface.” He leans into your crumpled form. "Like the real BARON STREGA."
“Khck–..” The air slowly starts to return to your lungs, but you can still just barely manage a squeak. You don’t know if you’ll be able to cast a spell like this.
>Flee!>Try to cast a spell.>Shout for help. Perhaps someone will hear you.>Try to muster up the strength to attack him physically (though, you’re not quite a prime example of physicality yourself). >Write-In.
[Sorry for the repost, animation failed to export properly first time around.]
