Post by raganhar on Feb 1, 2024 1:14:48 GMT -5
Abbot Costello watched as a feminine hand slid the tray under the bars. He looked down at the meal of stale bread...a tin cup of water...and stopped as he noticed a new item....3 purple carrots.
Looking up in horror, his eyes pleading with the dark lady he knew to be standing in the shadows.
"But...but...", he stammered, " I can still find Katriel"
"Tis the Master's will", she said. "You have failed him for the last time. This is an easier death than I would have granted you. I suggest you take it before I find a more creative way to pay you back for the wounds your henchmen inflicted on me in Umbra."
The next morning, the guard called out is alarm, finding the abbot's bloated body with his face a darkened mask.
Looking up in horror, his eyes pleading with the dark lady he knew to be standing in the shadows.
"But...but...", he stammered, " I can still find Katriel"
"Tis the Master's will", she said. "You have failed him for the last time. This is an easier death than I would have granted you. I suggest you take it before I find a more creative way to pay you back for the wounds your henchmen inflicted on me in Umbra."
The next morning, the guard called out is alarm, finding the abbot's bloated body with his face a darkened mask.