The Dragon and the Cat

The metal was cool against his scales. It was important to have enough of the stuff that he could have a constant supply. As one pile absorbed heat from his body, he would switch to another. Of course, the hoard of metal was itself a bit of a curse, for humans and other bipeds valued the stuff. The nearly constant intrusion of would-be thieves – at least one every decade! – made it difficult to rest. He could not understand why they wanted it. They did not need it to cool off. They traded it, and tried to amass as much as they could, but to no purpose that he could discern.

The coins beneath him were still mostly cool, so it was not necessary to shift positions at this time. Why, then, had he woken? Another intruder? He did not sense bipeds nearby, but something was amiss. Finally, a familiar presence became clear.

“Come out, cat.”

From apparently nowhere, the small, black creature jumped on top of a nearby pile. “That may be a record. Usually, I am able to walk about for much longer.”

“Yes. Which is why I have nearly cooked you whole, fur and all, on several occasions.”

“I am fairly certain I would dodge and remain singe-free.” The cat leapt to the floor and crossed over to where the dragon had made his bed.

“Would you like to put that to the test, little one?”

“Not particularly, no. But thank you for the offer.”

“Why are you here?”

“You asked me to alert you if any of the two-legs were headed to your home. This is me alerting you.”

“Where are they now?”

“At the foot of the mountain.”

“And you are just telling me now?”

“I just noticed them. I am not your lackey; I do have my own things to look after…”

“Which almost certainly used to be some of my things.”

The cat ignored the jibe. “Anyway, I saw them, and I thought you wanted to know.”

“Is this one of your tricks to get to leave so you can steal something?”

“Would I do that?”

The dragon inhaled deeply and flames flickered in his large nostrils.

“Okay. I might, but I am telling you what I saw. No trick.”

“Why do you steal my bedding? You would seem to have even less use for it than the humans?”

“It is pretty. And you know very well I have taken only a few pieces. Nothing at all compared to what the two-legs would take.”

The flames died out. “Which side?”

“North-east. I would guess maybe six or seven.”

“I was unaware you could count that high.”

“I do not have to help you.”

“Yes, you do. I let you live on this mountain.”

The cat turned her back to the dragon and swished her tail. She said nothing.

“Will you still be here when I get back?”

“No.”

“Very well. Take one coin. Only one. You know I keep track.”

“Thank you!” She purred and rubbed up against his snout.

“Enough of that! I have to go take care of those intruders.”

“Good luck.”

The cat hopped off the pile and picked up one coin in her mouth before vanishing.

Good Candidates

“Hello, I’d like to check myself in.”

The several chairs around the room stood empty. The lobby itself was painted white, or maybe just a shade off. It smelled sterile. The only other person present was the woman behind the desk who gave him an odd look.

“You want to check yourself in?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You know this isn’t a spa or something, right? It’s not a place for the wealthy to relax.”

“That’s good to hear.”

The confused look on her face deepened. “So why do you want to check yourself in?”

“I’m hearing voices.”

You don’t have to do this.

“Voices?”

“Well, voice actually. Just one.”

What can I do to convince you?

“So you’re hearing a single voice, and you think you need to be admitted to a mental health facility? You sound sane to me.”

You are sane. Leave and I will explain everything.

“The voice says it’s God and tells me to do things.”

“Oh. Well. I’ll have someone come down to talk to you. Please fill out these forms and have a seat.”

“Thank you.”

Do you want a sign? Surely I can do something to make you believe.

“I’m not talking to you!”

The woman behind the desk now looked more nervous than confused.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s getting harder to ignore.”

She nodded and picked up the phone on her desk.

*     *     *

We lost another one.

How many does that make in the past week?

I have lost count.

No, you haven’t.

Very well, the number depresses me, so I do not wish to dwell on it.

Ah. Did this one go to a mental institution as well?

Yes. None of them seem to believe I AM speaking to them.

Maybe you should try one of the religious leaders again?

No. The last time I tried, they just ignored me and kept preaching what they liked. They just do not listen.

We have to keep trying.

I know. But we seem to be running out of good candidates.

The Spell 2 (part five)

John woke first. He seemed to be floating in mid-air, a bright grey nothingness spread in every direction around him. His two friends floated nearby and had also begun to stir. There didn’t appear to be any ground under them and no landmarks to orient himself to. The boatman stood nearby.

“You are not used to the Astral Plane.”

“No, I guess I’m not,” John replied. 

“Well, you are delivered. My job is done.”

“Wait! Can you give us any advice? How do we find our way around?”

“Your companion asked to come here. I assume he knows how to get on. In any event, I did what I was paid to do. Good luck.” With that, the boatman stepped through a disk of swirling white and disappeared.

Jason and Kevin were now fully alert and looking around. Jason slowly stopped turning as he floated and settled into a standing position.

“How did you do that?” John asked, with more than a little surprise.

“Don’t you remember our last visit here?”

“No. What am I supposed to remember?”

By this time, Kevin had also righted himself. “Movement here is best accomplished by concentration. Just think yourself standing. When we move, just think about moving. Takes a little focus, but it’s not hard.”

“Says the mage,” Jason muttered.

John thought about standing upright and his body reoriented itself to match his friends. Feeling less out of sorts, he looked around again. It felt like he could see forever, but there was nothing to look at. “Why did you want to come here, Jason?”

“Because we should be able to find a way back home from here. Unlike the Ethereal Plane, there is only one Astral Plane. All the various Prime Material Planes link to here. We just have to find the doorway to ours.”

“How do we do that? There’s nothing around.”

“Do you see that?”

John followed Jason’s finger as he pointed. For a moment, he didn’t see anything, but then he caught a glimpse of a blue circle. It nearly blended in with the emptiness around it. “What is that?”

“It’s a portal. Those are going to be all around. We just have to find the right one to take us home.”

“Could that be the one?”

“No. That goes to… I can’t remember. But we’re looking for metallic colors. Our home should be behind one of them.”

“Well, let’s get started,” Kevin said.

The three began exploring, looking for color disks. They found several, unevenly spaced and appearing at odd angles. It took finding many different colors before stumbling upon a silvery one.

“This could be it!” Kevin shouted.

But Jason shook his head. “No. Silver represents the plane we came from. It would be the necromancer’s world. We’re looking for a different one.”

“Are you sure?” John asked while staring at the circle.

“Yeah. I remember that much. Silver is always the players’ home plane. That’s the necromancer’s plane.”

“That’s the home plane for our characters,” John said. “But it isn’t our home plane. Look.”

Jason stared at the circle until it cleared. On the other side appeared their school building. Before he could react, John was already through the portal. Kevin stopped before following suit.

“Come on, Jason. We’re finally home.”

He wasn’t sure he believed this was all over, but he went through the portal after his friends. They stood in front of their school in the late afternoon sun. Everything seemed back to normal, except…

“Wait!” Jason yelled. “Where’s Matt?”

The other two looked around, each of their faces betraying guilt for having forgotten about their friend.

“Did we leave him behind?” Kevin asked fearfully.

“When was the last time we heard him?” John added.

“Just before we left the Ethereal Plane,” Jason said.

“We have to go back for him.”

John gestured helplessly. “How do we do that, Kevin? I don’t see the portal anymore.”

“No. They’re usually one way,” Jason said.

Just then a police car pulled up and an officer got out of the driver’s side. “John? Kevin? Jason?”

“Yes, sir,” John answered.

“You’re parents have been worried sick. Where have you three been?”

“We…” John tried to think of an answer that might make sense. “We don’t know. We just woke up here.”

The officer gave them a skeptical look. “You don’t know where you’ve been?”

“No, sir.”

“You’re friend Matt said that you were together after playing a game, but that he didn’t know where you would go.”

“Matt? Matt’s here? Where?” Kevin asked.

“At his house, I assume. But we need to know where you were.”

“We told you, we don’t remember. But we need to go check on Matt.”

“Matt is fine. He didn’t disappear. You three did.”

The three friends looked at each other, confused.

“Matt didn’t disappear?” John finally asked.

“No. Now come with me to the station. We’ll call your parents from there.”

The end. For now.

The Spell 2 (part four)

“It’s a demon!” Kevin tried to whisper and yell at the same time.

Jason drew his sword.

“You guys don’t want to talk to him first?” Matt asked, uncertainty running through his voice.

“We don’t talk with demons,” Jason said.

The figure hadn’t moved. It simply continued to stare and grin, making them feel more unsettled with each passing moment.

“Who are you?” John asked loudly.

“What are you doing?” Jason whispered.

“It hasn’t attacked us. Maybe it can help.”

“A demon?”

“We don’t know that. Kevin was just guessing.”

“If you are done bickering amongst yourselves, I would be happy to answer the question.” The voice was the sound of an arid desert wind. It wasn’t frightening, not exactly, but it spoke of death.

John waved angrily at Jason to keep him quiet. “Apologies. My friends and I had not expected to meet anyone here. Please go ahead.”

It was impossible, but the smile got bigger, as though the bone of the skull itself changed shape. “Your friend is not correct. I am a daemon, not a demon. Your kind often ignores these distinctions. You can tell the difference because I am not currently chewing on your bones. I can offer you travel around the planes. For a price.”

“What’s the price?”

“What do you have?”

John turned back to his friends. “Do you guys have anything?”

Kevin and Jason both just looked at him, shock on their faces.

“What?”

Kevin answered. “You are acting like this is normal. How do we know we can trust… it. A daemon? What is that even?”

“Look, I don’t know if we can trust it, but if it can get us closer to home, isn’t it worth trying? We’re stuck, with only a vague sense of where we’re going. This is the first help we’ve come across. I’m willing to give it a shot. Now what do we have?”

“We’ve got Rob’s ring.” Jason glared at John.

“What? That’s mine. I found it.”

“Well unless you found some pricey gems, too, that’s what we’ve got. We didn’t arrive here with any of our characters’ money. The only other things of value we have are our weapons, which we need in order to have any hope of surviving this nightmare. The ring is the only thing we can spare.”

“But…”

“Jason’s right, John. We’ve got nothing else. You want to see if it can take us home? Your ring is the price we can afford.”

John looked from Kevin to Jason and then back at Kevin. “Matt, any help here?”

“I don’t know, John. I can’t think of anything else you could use.”

The creature spoke again. “If you are not interested in my offer, I will take my leave. Good luck.”

John quickly turned back to him. “Wait! I have a ring of protection. Will it be enough to take all three of us?”

“Show me the ring.”

John took several steps forward as he held out the ring. Nearing the daemon, he noticed that the fog on the ground had almost completely hid a river. The creature stood on a flat craft floating on the surface. Faster than John could see, it snatched the ring from his hand and studied it carefully.

“Very well,” it said upon concluding its inspection. “All three of you. Get on the boat.”

Kevin and Jason hesitated but finally followed John in getting on the craft.

“Where do you want to go?”

Jason spoke up. “We’re headed to our native prime material plane. Can you take us there?”

“No.”

“What?” John sounded incredulous. “But I gave you the ring.”

“Indeed. But finding the correct plane for you would take too much of my time. The ring is not sufficient. Unless you have something else…”

John shook his head.

“Then get off my boat.”

Jason spoke again. “We paid you. Take us to the Astral Plane. That should be simple enough.”

The daemon looked at him for a long moment. “Oh very well. I can take you that far.”

Using the pole, it pushed the craft toward the middle of the river, and the current moved them swiftly along. No one spoke, though both Kevin and John kept giving Jason questioning looks. Jason ignored them and watched the boatman as well as where they were headed. The boatman was focused on steering his craft and paid no attention to any of them.

“What’s that?” Jason asked after they had traveled for a while. His friends looked ahead and could only make out an indistinct darker area some distance off.

“That is the entrance to the Astral Plane, as you requested.”

“It doesn’t look much like an entrance.” Jason squinted to see more detail.

“Few things appear as they are here.”

“It’s a tornado!” Jason exclaimed.

“A cyclone. But that is what I said. It is the entrance we seek.”

“You’re going to kill us!”

“Do not be ridiculous. It is not my place to kill. I simply deliver people where they need to go.”

“Using tornadoes?”

“Cyclones. They are more expedient than the curtains or other gates.”

They had gotten much closer to the violently swirling column of mist. Kevin and John had both sat down to make themselves more stable. Jason tried to judge how far the river bank was and whether they could make it.

“I would not leave the boat. If you do, I cannot say what might happen to you.”

Jason looked for anything he might hang on to, but there was nothing. He sat down next to his friends and put his head between his knees. The boatman began to laugh. They entered the cyclone, and the world turned upside down.

The Spell 2 (part three)

“Kevin, have you seen this ring before?” Jason was pointing at John’s right hand. On his ring finger was a plain silver band, glowing with a faint bluish light.

“No. I don’t think I have.”

“Me either.”

Just then, John began to move. He coughed once, and then again, before his eyes fluttered open.

Jason leaned over him. “Are you okay?”

“I… I think so. Where are we?”

Jason sat back and looked around as though he were trying to figure out how to answer. John sat up and followed his gaze, looking for clues.

“The Ethereal Plane,” Kevin finally answered. “You got hit with the dragon’s breath attack. You’ve been out of it for awhile.”

“Matt, why didn’t you do anything?”

“Matt’s not there,” Jason replied. “We haven’t heard from him since we went through the portal.”

John looked at Kevin who nodded. “So what do we do now?”

Jason shrugged. “We were trying to find our way to a portal, but we haven’t gotten anywhere.”

“We have to go back.”

“I said we were trying, but we can’t find an exit.”

“No, we have to go back to the necromancer’s castle. We have to find Matt.”

“Are you crazy?” Jason’s voice began to rise toward hysteria. “We just barely go out alive. You especially.”

“I think John might be right, Jason.”

“Not you too! I thought you wanted to get out of here as much as I did.”

“I do. But I don’t feel right leaving Matt behind.”

“You’re leaving me behind?”

“Matt!” Jason shouted. “Thank God. These two wanted to go back to the necromancer.”

“Matt, where were you?” Kevin asked.

“I… I guess I got a little lost. It’s harder to get around here. But you all seem to be okay.”

“I’m just glad you’re back,” Jason said. “Now you can help us find the entrance to the Plane of Air.”

“Air?” John sounded confused.

“Yeah, we probably wouldn’t survive the other inner planes,” Jason explained. “We can get through Air and find our own Ethereal Plane from there.”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess I forgot how this was supposed to work.”

“Well, you were out for a while,” Kevin reminded him.

“So what are you guys doing?” Matt asked. “How are you going to get to Air?”

“Well, we’re at a curtain, but we can’t tell what… color…” Jason trailed off.

“Turquoise,” Kevin said with surprise. “I swear we couldn’t tell what color it was just a minute ago.”

“Well it’s got a color now.” John looked at the curtain for the first time. “What’s it mean?”

Neither Kevin nor Jason answered. Matt finally spoke up. “On the other side is the Prime Material Plane you just came from. The necromancer.”

“So what color are we looking for?”

“Blue. Air should be blue.”

“Well, let’s get going then.” Kevin and Jason were still staring at the curtain. “What’s wrong with you two?”

Slowly, Jason turned away. “That color wasn’t there before.”

“So?”

“So how did it change? Why did it change?” Kevin had turned around as well.

“Guys. We’re in a different plane. The rules aren’t the same here. Tell them, Matt.”

“He’s right.”

“Thank you. It’s always weird here. We’re just not used to seeing it first hand. It’s been Matt’s description before.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Jason conceded.

“Of course I am. Now, which direction do we go?”

“We don’t know,” Kevin said. “We were hoping Matt could tell us if he showed up.”

“Matt?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t map out the plane. I just figured the necromancer might use it.”

“Okay… I guess we just start walking and look for blue.”

John started following the curtain. Jason and Kevin fell in behind him. Kevin kept looking at the curtain to make sure they were actually moving. They were. John’s explanation made some sense, but Kevin wasn’t sure. It wasn’t just a change from one weird thing to another. It was like everything had been in stasis, and now it was alive. There had to be some kind of explanation for it, but he couldn’t think of anything.

They traveled without talking for what seemed like hours before Jason broke the silence.

“John?”

“Yeah? Why can’t we find any blue?”

“It’s a big place. What’s that ring on your finger?”

“What? What ring?”

“On your right hand.”

Kevin stopped puzzling over his mystery to listen to his friends’ conversation.

“Oh that? It’s just my ring of protection. You remember. I got it a couple of adventures ago.”

“Oh yeah…” Jason was trying to think back.

Kevin remembered right away. “No, you didn’t. Rob got the ring.”

“No. Rob got a dagger.”

“Wait. Kevin’s right. Rob is a cleric; he can’t use a dagger. You got the dagger because you said you needed it for backstabbing. It is Rob’s ring.”

“Uh, guys.” Matt’s warning went unnoticed.

“I’m telling you, it’s mine.”

“And I’m saying you stole it from Rob.” Jason sounded angry.

“I didn’t steal it from Rob.”

“Guys!”

“Okay, fine, it’s Rob’s, but I didn’t steal it. I picked it up when I found our stuff…”

“GUYS!” Matt’s yell finally got their attention.

Standing about twenty feet away was a dark robed figure. The hood on the robe was up, and only the lower part of the face could be seen. The figure held a long pole in a hand that was little more than skin stretched tightly over bone. The face, too, was gaunt and skeletal. It wore the terrifying smile of a skull as it stared at them.

The Spell 2 (part two)

Kevin looked around. They had moved deeper into the Ethereal Plane away from the portal. Now they were near several very large sheets hanging from above. They seemed to stretch off in either direction as far as he could see, billowing in a wind he couldn’t feel. Colors and lights moved in the sheets, though he couldn’t detect a pattern to it.

“Are we safe here?”

Jason looked up at the sheets, too. “Yeah, we’re deep into the plane now. The necromancer shouldn’t be able to find us, at least not easily. Those curtains mark the boundary between this plane and the inner planes.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I read the books.” Jason’s voice took on a superior tone.

“I read them,” Kevin said, defensively.

“You’re mom won’t even let you have them. Anyway, they put out a book last year on all the plane stuff. It’s why Matt ran that adventure.”

“I guess it’s a good thing you read them. So where do we go now?”

“Shouldn’t we wait for Matt? John’s still not awake.”

“Is he still breathing?”

Jason put his hand near John’s face. “Yeah.”

“Well, maybe we should wait.”

They sat in silence for what seemed like hours, hoping to hear Matt’s voice. John never stirred the entire time. The fog around them swirled according to its own rhythms, but no other creature came near them.

“Jason, aren’t there inhabitants of the Ethereal Plane?”

“Yeah. And other creatures use it to travel to other planes.”

“So why haven’t we seen any?”

“I… don’t know…”

They looked around, but there was nothing other than the fog and the curtains. “This place is giving me the creeps,” Jason finally concluded.

“Yeah. But you said we should wait for Matt.”

“Well where is he?”

Kevin shrugged. “Maybe he’s stuck back where we came from. He created that world. Maybe he can’t leave it.”

“We can’t stay here forever. If we get out, we’ll try to find Matt, but I think we’ve waited long enough.”

“What about John? He still hasn’t woken up.”

Jason picked up their friend easily. “Everything is really light, like it doesn’t have any weight. I can carry him.”

Kevin stood. “Okay, let’s go. Which direction?”

Jason looked at the curtain. “I’m not sure, but we want to find a stretch of blue. That should be an entrance to the Plane of Air. The other 3 elemental planes would kill us almost immediately.”

“Plane of Air it is.” Kevin started walking alongside the curtain. It was an odd feeling. He was moving, but his feet weren’t actually touching anything. He’d never felt anything like this before. As they went, though, he felt more and more disconcerted. Several minutes passed before he realized why. No matter how much they moved, the curtain never changed.

“Is this supposed to happen?”

“What?” Jason replied from behind him.

“The color on the curtain, the lights, they never seem to change. We don’t seem to be going anywhere.”

“No. That isn’t supposed to happen.”

Kevin stopped moving. “What are we doing wrong?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. What I remember, we should just follow the curtain. It can take awhile, but we should get somewhere.”

“Maybe the color doesn’t change for awhile?”

“That’s possible. I’m really not sure.”

Kevin nodded and began moving again, determined to find some difference. Maybe this color went on for miles, but it had to change eventually. He looked closely at the curtain and stopped abruptly. What color was it? It had a color, certainly, but he couldn’t make it out.

“Jason, what color is this?”

“Seriously? It’s obviously… Huh? I can’t tell.”

“Me either.”

“But we were just talking about it.”

“Yeah, that’s what made me think about it. We never said what the color was. You said we were looking for blue, but I can’t even say what color it is now.”

“We really are stuck, aren’t we?”

“It looks like it.”

“And John’s still out. Matt’s still gone.”

“Yeah.”

“Kevin, I’m scared.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

The Spell 2 (part one)

School the next day seemed to drag on forever. Matt was anxious to get back to the game. His friends should be fine; without him there to run things, nothing could hurt them. But he knew time moved differently there, and he didn’t want them to get bored. Besides, it was fun. Much more fun than school.

When he got home, there was another delay, however. A police squad car was parked on the street, and his mother was waiting for him at the door.

“Matt, a policeman is here. He wants to ask you some questions.” There was a panic on her face and in her voice.

“A policeman?”

“Matt, your friends are missing.”

“What?”

“Hello, Matt.” A man in a uniform was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. “I’m Officer Barkley. Nice to meet you.” He walked over to Matt and extended a hand. Matt reached out and shook it, trying to make his grip as firm as he could.

“Hello.”

“Do you mind if we have a little chat?”

Matt looked up at his mother. She nodded. “Okay.”

They all walked into the kitchen and took seats around the table. There was a half cup of coffee in front of the officer. Matt sat across from him, and his mother sat in the middle.

“So, Matt, you were with your friends last night?”

“Yes.”

“That was John Lommen, Kevin Hamill, Jason Davis, and Rob Kaufmann?” He was reading out of a small notebook.

“Rob wasn’t there.”

“But the others were?”

“Yes.” Matt tried not to sound nervous. He didn’t think he was doing a very good job of it.

“When did you see them last?”

“Last night. I left about 8:30 so I could get home before curfew.”

His mom nodded her head. “That’s right. He got home just before 9.”

“And your friends… John, Kevin, and Jason… were still together?”

“Yeah. Kevin and Jason were getting ready to leave, too, but they don’t live as far away.”

“Did anyone say anything about going somewhere?”

“No. Nobody said anything like that.”

“Are you sure, Matt?” His mom interjected.

“Ma’am. Please. The boy can speak for himself.”

“Yes, I’m sure. It was just a normal night. I’m always the first to leave. Unless I’m staying over.”

“So what were you all doing?”

“Playing D&D.”

“What’s that?”

Involuntarily, Matt rolled his eyes. “It’s Dungeons and Dragons. You play fantasy heroes and go on quests, explore dungeons. Stuff like that.”

“Like make-believe? Cops and robbers?”

“Not like that. That’s kid stuff. There are rules and dice. You have spells and swords, and all kinds of things. But it’s in your imagination. Not real.”

“Oh.” Officer Barkley looked at his mother; she just shrugged. “So after you left John’s house, you haven’t seen any of them?”

“No. They weren’t at school today. Did something happen to them?”

“I’m sure they’re fine, but Kevin and Jason never went home last night. And John’s mother said he had left the house, too. She hasn’t heard from him either. We just want to find them and make sure everyone’s okay. You don’t have any ideas where they might be?”

“No, sir.”

Officer Barkely looked at him for several seconds before concluding. “Okay. Well, if you hear from them, or if you think of anything that might help us find them, let me know. Will you do that?”

“Sure.”

The officer stood, thanked them both for their time and left the house. When the door closed, his mother began worrying out loud. “What could have happened to those boys? Their poor mothers. Maybe I should drive you around instead of letting you take your bike. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

“You heard the police, mom. He said they were fine. They’ll find them, and it will be okay.”

She gave him a funny look. “You seem really calm about this. Do you know where they are?”

“No. Like I told him, I haven’t seen them since last night. They’re probably just playing a joke or something.”

“That’s horrible! Making their families worry like this. If that’s what’s going on, I don’t think I want you hanging out with them anymore.”

“Well, you’re right. They wouldn’t want to make their families worry. It’s probably something else then. I’m sure they’re okay, though. The policeman didn’t seem too worried.” He stood up from the table. “I need to do my homework.”

Concern still had a hold over her expression, but she nodded. “You tell me if you go anywhere.”

“I will mom.” He hurried down the hall and closed the door of his room behind him. Once he was sure his mom hadn’t followed him, he reached under his mattress to pull out the folding screen he had found. Usually he used these to hide dice rolls and notes from his players. This one was special, though.

On each of the three panels were displays, like television screens. He pressed the upper right corner and all three turned on. The one of the right showed the necromancer’s throne room. The one of the left stayed dark for now. The middle showed his three friends in the astral plane.

A flashing alert at the bottom caught his attention. “Crap.” Someone had used a healing potion and needed input from him to take effect. He entered in the maximum value using the small keypad on the right. The potion activated. He relaxed and began to listen to what his friends were saying.