Our heroes are on a quest to prevent the rise to power of a sorcerer of great potency and ruthless heart. Amongst their number the heroes include their leader, a man who is determined to solve the problems with words first and violence only as a last resort, and a Blood Knight
warrior; the former frequently restrains the latter's killing urges, much to the latter's frustration.
They reach the sorcerer's lair and infiltrate it. To their horror they find that he has been summoning creature after creature, myriad terrible and evil things, held from slaughter of all around them only by the sorcerer's magic. They manage to reach the sorcerer himself, try to talk him down, but he only smirks at their arguments and pleas. With a wave of his hand he opens a door, admitting several of the creatures to stall the heroes while he escapes to another part of his lair to continue his summonings, and make preparation to unleash them upon the world.
The leader finally admits it: the sorcerer will not be reasoned with, and the creatures know nothing but violence and evil. The only solution that seems available to them is to kill every one of the summoned creatures, and then the sorcerer himself. He admits this, and our Blood Knight
gives a satisfied smile, at last released from the restrictions that had chafed for so long. He looks around the group, readying his weapon as he speaks: "So... killing spree?"
... Aren't homunculi sexless...?
edited 31st Jan '13 2:53:22 PM by ArsThaumaturgis