Previously, on Sarcantasy
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You struggle with the cloth bag, and manage to push/pull it off of you.
Turning, you float threateningly over your attacker and demand to know just what the **** they think they're doing?!
Facing you is … probably a Malborn, a member of Emma's species?
She has the same kind of tail, her hair is a shade of reddish-orange, and you notice this stranger's figure is quite like Emma's, anyway. She's holding some kind of net on a stick - the bag-like thing she threw over your head! - and has metal shackles around her ankles, wrists and neck.
What is very unlike
your Malborn friend, however, is that your attacker flinches and cringes when you demand answers from her.
"Um," she says, her voice going from gleeful crowing to timid mumbling, "um, I...? I'm catching you? To use as my number one minion? Did - did I do it wrong?"
You make it very clear to the stranger that you are nobody's "minion", no matter whether anyone tries to catch you with a net.
"Aw. Really?" she asks, visibly wilting before your anger. "I'm never going to get a minion of my own at this rate. Are you sure
you wouldn't like a job as a minion, Dennis...?"
You let the stranger know in no uncertain terms that your name is not, never has been (that you know of, anyway) and never will be, 'Dennis'. Then you demand to know more about who she is, and why she was trying to catch and enslave you.
"Um," the Malborn says, shyly. "I'm - I'm Gogo. I just - the master said - the master employs me as Nightthrone's Dungeon Master
, but... but all the monsters here are his, so… so I don't have any minions of my own. I've been trying to negotiate one of them to come work for me, but … but they just laugh."
'Gogo' looks hugely embarrassed, her eyes shifting away from yours.
"It - it's not easy finding a fully furnished dungeon to master, so I can't really quit. I'd have to go back to doing parttime jobs, and that's really awful in the Eastern Hills. Most people throw rocks if I go near, so…
An - anyway, it's a huge job, mastering Nightthrone, and I really need the help, so I asked the master if he'd give me a minion to help with my work, but he said he was using all the monsters, so… well... he said I could have one of you guys, if - if I could catch one.
You're the only one that's come within reach in all this time, and I asked him months and months ago!"
One of … who?
Gogo points up towards the ceiling.
"One of you. You're one of them, aren't you?"
Looking up... you see them. It's no wonder you didn't notice them before; it's a high ceiling, and although they express every variation on the themes of sorrow, horror and despair under the sun and then some, they move in complete silence.
Dozens of ghosts, all of them in emotional agony. Their hollow eyes stare at you from the yawning gulf of madness, pleading mutely for release.
"Master has so many, and he never uses them!" Gogo sulks. "Every time a sucker goes to kill him, he just hops out of his body and kicks their soul out of theirs after the death blow. It never fails, 'cause nobody except master and me knows it's his special skill: Thanatic Transmigration."
The Malborn glances at you. "Um. I'm not supposed to tell people about that… But you probably don't count as 'people', what with you being a ghost and all, Denni -- sorry.
Anyway, afterwards, the souls become ghosts and just hang around here, being sad.
I could really use a ghost minion to help with chores! I bet they'd feel better if they could just do
something, instead of being forced to hang around this same corridor for forever and ever."
= = = = = = = = = = = =And I bet you were wondering why the priest of a goddess of death would be fighting a Dark Lord, weren't you?What will you say? WHAT WILL YOU DO?
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