“You’re welcome,” said a voice from behind Wilamos. He turned around to see a disheveled woman in red robes walking up to the firepit. She waved her hand around, reciting “om nom monomicon,” and pointed at Helena. There was a flash of light; Helena gagged and kneeled over the firepit, about to throw up.
“Mage food. Hold it down and it's all the food you’ll need today,” she said. She picked up Helena’s erstwhile rabbitlizard breakfast and tossed it off into the bushes. “More fitting for wolflizards anyway.”
After a few moments, Helena recovered herself, and began to ask, “W-Who…?”
“Ctimene. Charmed,” the woman answered.
“What…?” Wilamos started.
“Magess. Recently of Pnyx.”
“Where.” Tauros added, having gotten the rhythm of things.
“Same as you, golem. Anywhere but here.”
Helena jumped in. “Wait wait wait. Who’s a golem now?”
“Goat…lem?” Wilamos asked.
“GO-LEM,” she said, pronouncing it slowly for Wilamos. “A man of stone, bound to the service of its master. And where’s your master, then?” she asked Tauros.
Tauros answered: “I am unbound.”
Ctimene turned back to Wilamos. “Golems have also been known to go mad after their masters’ deaths. But madness takes many forms. If this one is seeking escape, as I am, then it will find it at the summit, as I will.”
“What’s up there?” Wilamos asked.
“Why, the end of the world, of course.”
(continued in The Scales)
This post has been edited by Pallas Athene: 01 January 2017 - 05:27 PM