Sir Mayday
Native Son
Valen felt his hopes and dreams crack apart as soon as he saw the cube crack itself. But then two formed in its place. He looked around as the villagers turned their ire to the adventurers. Valen sweated heavily and he shook his head in a panic. He had no idea how to fight such illusions, and he had only brought supplies for exploration and adventuring. He shivered as he looked at the Ancient being, how such a great and evil being was down here was beyond him. Actually it did not make sense..why was it down here unless it was..trapped.
This was just a way for it to get entertainment. Maybe they could strike some kind of deal..yeah. Valen raises his hands and said "Wait Wa-" But as Enrich shoots at the Being, Valen internally feel this spirit deflates..so much for any other form of diplomacy. Seems like action and violence were the only ways now. He charged for the dice, sliding across the floor. Trying to make his way to them. He grabs the tow dice and rolls them as the villagers seem to be advancing upon them, "Zahrah stop hugging the serpent and do something! We all desire for this sorry state of a 'story' to end! Your words are not smiting it!" He rolls the dice with desperation. "Uhhhhh...everyone wanted to understand the significance of major character death! But it was time for intermission! so the play comes to a stop so the next act can be prepared and the actors can get their rest. So the storyteller villagers, all went away..untill the next batch of actors come to play."You just don't get that I'm the one doing the right thing, trying to enjoy my time, but you'd rather enable this villanious spirits who lie and scheme in order to bring disorder and chaos. Be my guest, and accept your death, you will not be credited for your failure of a performance"
Valen rolls the dice and they come up...sixes.