Ted
strode purposefully into the medical wing. All around were beds, on each was an
injured member of the thieves guild. As he continued toward his destination,
Ted saw Raven walking from patient to patient, healing them with his ki powers
and medicine syringes built into his new mithril arm.
“Are
you here to help?” the plague doctor queried. “I only have so much medicine and
ki you know.”
“Yes,
but I am mainly here about Cloud,” the dragonborn clarified.
“I’m
glad you could come. Even I can’t heal death, but I know you can,” Raven
explained.
Ted
strode to the cot on which lay the dead body of Cloud. The dragonborn placed
the corpse on the floor and began an hour-long ritual involving druidic
chanting as well as the application of rare herbs and oils. Once the ritual was
complete, Cloud’s body sunk into the ground, and was replaced a few seconds
later by a living and fully grown frog person.
“What happened?” Cloud the grung groggily questioned.
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Chelm watched excitedly as his cheese cultists positioned a life-sized statue of Blex, made entirely of cheese, in the city’s center. Chelm had sculpted the statue using his disintegration ray, in celebration of Imperium Cleptarum’s victory, and more importantly, the beholder thought, the sponsorship of Chelm’s Cheese as the official cheese producer of the kingdom. It was a terrific reward, and Chelm had terrific plans.
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Blex
levitated over his war room table, carefully examining the map with his
eyestalks as he pondered the great tasks which lay ahead. He had killed King
Argos the 5th and taken his crown, yet the beholder still needed to
cement his position as ruler of Argen. He continued to operate out of Imperium
Cleptarum HQ because his paranoid mind found the castle to be far too exposed
and unsafe. I can use the gold my men have plundered from the royal treasury
to upgrade my construct factory and hire more thieves, assassins, and other
henchmen! the beholder plotted. Then I can strike down any who would oppose me and rule as the greatest king Argen has ever seen! As Blex
finished his thought, the room’s heavy double doors swung open.
General
Grave strode into the room, flanked by a pair of eye guards. The construct
general had been completely repaired since the battle and showed no signs of
the injuries the king had inflicted upon him. “I have returned,” the recently
promoted Grave announced.
“Well?
How did your mission go?” Blex eagerly questioned.
“Our
forces have secured the entire stretch of countryside surrounding the capital,
but in the far corners of the kingdom, dissent is on the rise,” the general
gravely began. “Although you wear the crown, not everyone is willing to accept
you as their king, my lord. Soon we will have several rebel groups vying for
power, each lead by some foolish noble or other looking to claim your crown. I
suggest we make ready,” General Grave finished determinedly.
“I foresaw that this would happen and have planned accordingly. I have already begun preparations for this eventuality,” The beholder king explained with a wide grin. “Gather the troops. We have a civil war to win!”
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