'It is what you want it to be" the goblin snake smiled, "The fate of the town is up to thee..."
And with that, he slithered away, leaving the heroes to think...
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"Who do you care about the most now?" Curagormi hissed, "The corpses in front of you, or the little defenseless town?"
"Why should you worry about these things?" the goblin snake asked, "When more innocent lives are being sent to the king?"
"Oh they're alive..." a voice hisses. Slithering back into the light is Curagormi. "But touch them, and the living will be driven to end your lives..." He looks at the table. "The book is encased in death...Just to make sure that those who read it...will no longer have a breath..."
Fight me? I find that funny...He speaks with a small chuckle, Because I am nothing compared to our lord. I am not allowed to speak of him...but I will say this-
As of now, Varisia itself is lost in a haze...Once it can see again, it, along with everyone who lives in it...will die in the great blaze... The coloration disappears, and now he returns to his whisper-like tone. Know this; as each day passes, my Lord's army prepares for more land...eventually, all of Golarion will be grasped by his hand... And with that, he slithers away into a dark hole; the words die in the great blaze and my Lord's army prepares for more land echoes in the room.
My name? I am called several names...the snake-like creature hissed. To the goblins, I'm called the "Soothsayer"...to the orcs, I'm the "Whispers of Death". Yet to my lord of the Kodar Mountains, along with my four siblings, I am referred to as Curagormi.
The being came into a patch of sunlight...he looks like a mud colored snake...with an enlarged, almost goblin-like head. He holds his head up high, although his head is only about three feet above the ground. Talk? Why talk? You can't talk when you're burned... the creature said, swaying his head side-to-side, speaking in a rhythmic tone. If you were truly smart, you would leave, before the plans are learned... |