Morathi's Poison ** FULLY ILLUSTRATED :-D
You trek through the forest in search of Morathi. After a long and hard journey, you eventually find his yurt. You enter. The smell of incense hangs heavy in the air, and you see a cloaked figure you presume must be Morathi. You explain your village's desperate need and show him your gold coins.
"That payment will be enough," Morathi says in a rasping voice that sounds like dried reeds. "However, before I give you the herb, you must pass a test. Before me I have twelve small cakes. This one is poisoned," he says, indicating one of the cakes, "and the rest are normal. We will take turns eating them. On a turn you may take either one or two cakes. If you survive, I'll give you the herbs to save your village."
"But..but that's insane!" you protest.
"I'm a mystic. I can see before me more dimensions than you have fingers, I can mold reality like clay, and not only do I converse with the spirits, I give orders to them! To gain powers and understanding like that took several life times of tireless dedication, and I had to trade in more than a little of my sanity. Now...how many cakes do you want?"
« Go Back "That payment will be enough," Morathi says in a rasping voice that sounds like dried reeds. "However, before I give you the herb, you must pass a test. Before me I have twelve small cakes. This one is poisoned," he says, indicating one of the cakes, "and the rest are normal. We will take turns eating them. On a turn you may take either one or two cakes. If you survive, I'll give you the herbs to save your village."
"But..but that's insane!" you protest.
"I'm a mystic. I can see before me more dimensions than you have fingers, I can mold reality like clay, and not only do I converse with the spirits, I give orders to them! To gain powers and understanding like that took several life times of tireless dedication, and I had to trade in more than a little of my sanity. Now...how many cakes do you want?"