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"Let's see..." Dweezil muses, "How we got here.  How did we get here?  Yes... Well, as I have told you, mankind is corrupt.  A certain man, known to me only as the Dark Vortex, dabbles greatly in the Magic of Self.  He is a true servant of Beelzebub.  He has taken upon himself a quest to find the hidden magical creatures of the world and either corrupt them, or simply steal their magic.  Those of us in this chamber are the ones who will not submit.  We are the True Servants of the Creator.

"As for you personally, they brought you in here a few hours ago, unconscious.  I do not know what exactly they want from you, but I do know this.  You still have your magic.  Protect it.  Protect yourself, and don't tell them anything!  Not a word!  If you speak to them, they can steal your magic."  Dweezil settles back now.  He has finished his story.  "I suppose you think me a raving lunatic now," the satyr says with a smirk.

"No, not at all," you protest.

"Don't try to be nice.  I know that's what you're thinking.  It's probably true.  But it felt good to tell the truth to someone I can trust, for once."  Dweezil smiles.

"Thank you for telling me your tale," you reply, glad to see a smile on his sad face.

What do you do now?



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By:  tyrsia


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