[X] Speak to the boy.
[X] “What was that thing? Why was it after you?”
[X] “Who are you?”
[X] “What is this place?”
[X] Pick up the sword.
That… worked out a lot better than you had hoped for. It is definitely not getting back up after that.
The boy slowly pulls himself off the floor. His legs are still trembling from fear, and he has to grasp onto the cabinet for support, but he thankfully seems unharmed. Well physically anyways. He looks to be in his mid to late teens now that you’ve gotten a good look at him. He’s a bit on the scrawny side and is dressed in simple peasant’s clothes.
Once you’re certain that he can stand on his own, you speak to him. A thousand different questions have been flying through your head ever since you awoke, and you want answers.
“Who… what are you?” Before you can start however, the boy interjects with a question of his own. He’s staring at you with wide eyes, though whether out of fear or awe, you’re not sure.
“I’d like to know the answer to that question myself.” You answer honestly.
“Wha-?”
You charge ahead through the boy’s confusion and press him with some questions of your own.
“What was that thing? Why was it trying to kill you?” you ask, poking at the remains of the creature with the tip of your shoe. The lifeless clay crumbles to powder at the touch.
The boy looks at the remains, an unidentifiable expression on his face. “It’s a golem.” He says, practically spitting the name out. “Damn things had my village razed to the ground. I… I was the only one who got away.” He kicks at the clay, sending a cloud of dust up into the air. “How have you never seen one before? Are you from out of the country or something? How did you sneak in without being noticed?”
Now it’s your turn to be confused under the barrage of questions. What is he talking about?
“The two of us don’t know anything about this place. The last thing we remember is waking up in that room downstairs.” The girl interjects, stepping in for you. She gestures over to the trap door.
“Are- Are you serious?” he sputters out. His gaze swings back and forth between the trapdoor and staring at the two of you again, this time out of sheer incredulousness.
“It’s the truth.” You reply bluntly.
“So is that what you meant by ‘I’d like to know the answer to that question myself.’?” he asks, making air quotes with his fingers.
“That’s right, we don’t even know our names.” Says the girl. She holds up her arm to display the
XIII on the back of her hand. “All we have are these markings on our hands.” She gives you
a look, and you quickly hold up your own hand to show him the
XII.
That reminds you- “Speaking of names… who are you? I assume you’ve got a name at the very least.” you ask the boy.
He’s thrown a bit off guard by your question. “I- Oh sorry. I’m Rand from- well formerly from the village of Anvill”.
The guy’s face just looks crestfallen now. Darnit, you better take his mind off that. “So ‘Rand’, what is this place?”
The boy breaks out of his slump and answers you, seeming glad to have something else to talk about. “It’s an old abandoned manor I found in the woods a couple years ago. It was the first place I thought of to hide when I ran away. I’d been sneaking out here to- How the hell are you doing that?”
You look at him from the spot you’ve moved to from the other side of the room. “Doing what?”
“That!” Rand repeats, gesticulating at you with palms facing the sky.
What is asking about now? Does he mean- “This?” you say in reply, flicking your head to point at the sword you’re now lifting up from the floor with both hands.
“YES!”
“I just picked it up. What’s the problem?” Sure the balance is pretty weird, but the sword isn’t even that heavy so long as you use both your arms. You raise it up and swing it back to carefully let it rest over your shoulder.
“The problem is, how the hell are you so strong!?” He asks, frustration evident in his voice. Your shrug of reply seems to have just made him even more upset. He’s waving his hands through the air wildly now. “What do you even need that for? You tore that golem knight to pieces with your bare hands.”
“I got lucky that time.” You say, peering around the door. “We’ll be in trouble if more of them show up.”
Suddenly, as if to punctuate your statement, the building is shaken by the sound of a wall being bashed down. From down the hall comes a deep booming voice angrily barking orders. Turning around you see that Rand’s face has gone completely white, and you can hear a terrified whisper of “He came for me in person?”
[] Ask Rand “Who is that out there?”
[] Stay silent and still.
[] Find a place to hide.
[] Run out there and challenge them.
[] Write in __
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