Wurgotr openned his eyes to the void in front of him. Drawn to walk towards an unseen destination that didn't exist. Yet he continued walking.
As time that wasn't there passed, a flicker of reality faded into view. A hint of air passed the nostril of Wurgotr, a brief hint of pleasurable air filled with the magic of the world he was approaching. For a moment, he could taste a hint of salt in the air. A sea would soon be near. For a moment, he could almost feel the earth support his weight on his clawed foot.
With a bright flash and a burst of air that nearly knocked him over, reality finally took hold and wrenched Wurgotr from the void. He stopped walking, crouched down and rested. The air, though slightly salty from a nearby sea, was otherwise dry.
Shrub bushes and patches of grass were all that covered the land before him. A simple road stretched off into the distance. The sky was clear.
Wurgotr looked around. To his right the road stretched on around some hills. In the distance he could just barely detect the scent of meat cooking over fire. A settlement is over there, thought Wurgotr. He looked to his left. In the distance rose a tower. Power trickled from that distant structure. Wurgotr reached over his back and felt for the javelins straped there. He stood and slowly began walking towards the tower.
The dirt warmed his paws as he walked. He approached the looming tower slowly but steadily. A few humans had passed him without much look. He had also seen a few gnolls, beastmen, and other creatures. Traffic wasnt heavy, but had been increasing as the day took hold and as he closed on the tower. He had also noticed a small group of gnolls begin to follow him as he walked. They kept their distance, and they took time to increase beyond a dozen. Yet, slowly he had a good crowd behind him. Their chatter was a welcome presence to the cacophony in his head; at least he was able to understand most of the gnollish chatter. The whispers and calls echoing through his mind could drive a dog wild if one wasnt able to ignore it and focus on something else.
Wurgotr halted his movement and turned to the assembled gnolls. He pointed at the tower behind him, Thisss sshall be the ssite of my towerrr. (The end of tower trailed off into a low growl.)
The assembled group began laughing, hooting and howling. The noise cause some passer-bys to cover their ears while others picked up the pace of their walk.
An older looking gnoll stepped forward, This towerr belongs to the wiszarrd Farrraday.
Another younger looking gnoll jumped beside the first, Tiszz a ssleeping wiszarrrrrd. He doess nothing, but draw the irrrre of the tigerrrs.
That may be, but he iss ssstill a wiszard, said the older gnoll.
Wurgotr held up his hand (paw). The chatter and laughing stopped. He dropped down to all fours, turned and ran towards the tower gate alone. The gate opened slightly and a single man stepped forward.
Halt, beast! This is Spiral, tower of the wizard, King John Faraday! The man raised his hand in as a signal to stop.
Wurgotr slowed to a stop and rose on his hind paws. He looked the man over, Who isss thiss that sstandss beforrre me? Wurgotr gave the man a toothy grin.
I-I am Roland. Advisor to the Wizard-King.
Rrrrreally? Wurgotr replied in a pleasantly surprised tone. You arre frreee to leave and take rresidence in a village and live in piece.
I cannot let you pass. I will prevent your entry. A weak glow came from Rolands hand.
Wurgotr let out a horrendous laugh, You have practiced well in yourrrr masterrrs abssence.
Roland sighed and dropped his hand and head. He fell to his knees and started sobbing. Wurgotr hopped over the defeated man and entered the tower.
Other than the main entry, it was quite dark inside. Wurgotrs eyes guided him through the halls and passages with ease however, and soon he came upon a door that Wurgotr felt a small amount of magic coming from. He pushed open the door with ease and found what he sought.
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Outside the tower the gnolls had slowly moved closer, curious. Roland had already moved away, wandering aimlessly to the east.
Wurgotr emerged from the tower and approached the gathering gnolls. He held up a corpse. It was that of a human. Gaunt, leathery skin stretched over the remains of bones.
Thisss iss yourrr Faraday.
Howling ensued.
Wurgotr continued over the howling, He wassted away by drinking only the mana his citadel producced. His corrrpse was preserved by the pressence of the towerrr and the towerrr remained only by hisss corrrpses pressence.
As if on cue, the body he held up broke apart and fell to the ground as dust and a few remaining bones. Behind Wurgotr came a deafening rumble as the citadel Spiral collapsed in on itself. Fast moving dust rushed outward from the structure, turning the day to a sightless night.
Tomorrow as the dust settles, therrre my towerr shal ssstand, spoke Wurgotr.