I run an role playing game and my imagination went on full speed so I came up with this little gem. Small back ground, the group is fighting an enemy and now has the weapon they need to destroy him, they have gone through a maze to find it as the game is called Mazeworld. This is the bad guys reaction to the situation. The game is heavily based on mythology and lore from different countries and many have been mixed together. In a Hindi style garden Prohasta sits in a chair relaxing and meditating on the lines that were drawn in the sand along the flower bed. He made a mental note to thank the Japanese gods for the elegant design. He could smell the fragrant spices and jasmine blossoms that were just now blooming and he was, for once, relaxed. His plans were going well. He would report his findings to his superiors, and they would reward him greatly for his information and efforts. The only thing he was irked about was the money being spent on equipment. These “Divine Ones” were turning out to be quite troublesome. But He had to admit to himself he actually enjoyed the exchanges. They had even gotten rid of a couple of people for him, a wonderful bonus. He was waiting for the beautiful female servant to refill his cup as the tea ceremony was coming to its conclusion. Kapila, a weasely looking man stepped up to the small open air pavilion. The female servant handed Prohasta his tea. “Why are you disturbing me, Kapila? You know I don’t like being disturbed.” Kapila swallowed hard against the rising fear that the Master evoked, yet seemed to be ignoring “S-s-sir . . . I have news to report from the Samsara” (the name given the Mazeworld in his tongue). “Quit sniveling!” he quieted down; he would not let this interruption ruin this quiet peace he had finally gotten to. “I am sorry, this is the first opportunity to relax that I have had.” He took a sip of his tea and took a calming breath. “Now then what is this news?” He gestured towards him, “Tea?” Prohasta offered. “N-n…no, Sir, thank you sir. It pains me to report these sad tidings. It seems the Divine Ones have discovered Vaugn.” As calmly as Prohasta could muster he intoned, “What?” “Th…they have found The Kukri your eminence.” FIRE, fire was all that Prohasta could see. His calm was gone, He threw the 1000 year old tea cup at the man and it shattered on the wooden surface of the floor. “THEY WHAT?!” “I-I-I’m sorry sir. I know you were not to be disturbed but this was important”. A terrible demonic growl emanated loudly from his lungs and it sent both the female servant and Kapila to the ground prostrate before him shivering. He stepped on the servants hand as he stormed to the Estate House. This was the last straw! They had the only weapon that could destroy him utterly. He decided then that the time for games was at an end, it was time for war.
Posted on: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 06:27:38 +0000