>>6117935“Godsdamn it, look what you did…” Grumbles the old man as he pouts in his chair, “Got me thinking about him again… this is why I don’t entertain guests, y’know–so damned nosy…”
“Dad,” Interrupts Volka in a voice sweeter than honey, “You were talking about the darkness, remember?”
“Right, right, thank you sweetheart…” Volgir nods, the venom instantly fading from his raspy voice! “Well luckily my grandfather started translating many of the stories into Bumot before he passed–Rust Sickness–deadly stuff back then, but nothing a potion can’t cure nowadays… anyways, once things settled down a bit after the light left us, scholars and mages started theorizing… experimenting. At the time people just couldn’t stop dry-humpin’ the damned concept, but no matter how much they dug and tested, they all came to the same conclusion:”
Which was?
“That no one could really figure it out!” Snaps the sorcerer as he jerks upright in his seat! “Hells, even today people can’t decide if it was magical or divine–the world hasn’t frozen over yet and plants still grow, so the sun’s still shining, but look out the window and see for yourself! I could close my eyes and it’d be brighter!”
Does he think it has anything to do with those uh… <span class="mu-b">FOUR LORDS,</span> or w-
You feel an invisible hand clasp over your mouth as the mage’s eyes nearly leap out of their sockets!
“Not another word, especially here, understand!?” He snarls as you feel icy fingers start to pinch your face! Responding with an emphatic nod, you allow yourself a breath as the sensation fades away…
“Dangerous to talk about them in Crossroads…” Warns Volgir as his posture relaxes a little bit. “Sure, they’ve maintained a truce for a while, now, but ask anyone with half a brain and they’ll tell you those four are just waiting for something to tip the balance… and as for your question: I’d say ‘maybe.’”
M-maybe? The wizard nods.
“They’re all sitting pretty high and mighty ever since the light left–not that they liked it when it was here. Schemers and creatures of night, the lot of ‘em...”
He… doesn’t seem to have a very high opinion of them, you remark even though you can already imagine the answer.
“I don’t–let’s leave it at that.” He replies in a tone implying more than his words cared to share.
>CONTD. 