The Item
You continue to lie on the mat, waiting for your captors. You keep your eyes closed, hoping to glean something from a future overheard conversation. You hear footsteps approach you. Many footsteps, apparently with heavy boots.
"You cannot fool us," one says. "We serve Uthruc. You have thwarted us before, you found the Item. But we cannot forgive those who interrupt what we have strived to achieve for so long. You are to come before Uthruc himself. Arise."
You obey and stand. It was no use, Uthruc would kill you anyway.
You look upon the man he was speaking. He is not a man! There is a floating sphere above you head. A huge open mouth with a tongue perhaps three feet falls from his mouth, if it is a he. A Krollos. The Krollos, along with two others of his kind, escort you from the room. Do you try to escape their grasp?
"You cannot fool us," one says. "We serve Uthruc. You have thwarted us before, you found the Item. But we cannot forgive those who interrupt what we have strived to achieve for so long. You are to come before Uthruc himself. Arise."
You obey and stand. It was no use, Uthruc would kill you anyway.
You look upon the man he was speaking. He is not a man! There is a floating sphere above you head. A huge open mouth with a tongue perhaps three feet falls from his mouth, if it is a he. A Krollos. The Krollos, along with two others of his kind, escort you from the room. Do you try to escape their grasp?