In bed with the enemy

The Never Ending Quest - Episode 5074

Duke Zular awoke to the feeling of his body running hot and cold at intermittent intervals, interspersed with sharp stabs of shearing white pain at various points all over his body.

He'd scream if he could, but at the moment all he could do was float in the air in front of somebody. He was too weak to do more than moan at the moment, and moan he did as he looked up at a young man.

A young looking face of a boy of only eighteen looked down at Zular with a look akin to what one would see upon inspecting one's boots after stepping into bovine fecal matter. The boy, Zular noted hazily, was very fit and trim . . . . and towering at seven and a half feet tall! He wore a simple cloak of emerald green and sandals, but Zular had a feeling that this "boy" was MUCH more dangerous than his unarmed appearance lent.

Zular saw intelligence and age within the "boy's" eyes well beyond what an eighteen year old should have.

A name swam up from Zular's pain fogged mind and it formed a word on his lips.

"Ze. . .erm," Zular croaks unconsciously.

An annoyed look crosses Zerm the Unspeakable's face, and young appearing hands make a magical gesture. Zular's larynx, tongue, and jaw are paralyzed instantly.

"Please don't speak until I ask you," Zerm says in a laughing voice. "Under the right stimulus, I feel that you can actually say something of value to generally increase the sum total accumulated knowledge.

"Oh, and I've been called that and other names," Zerm quips mysteriously to the mute Zular as he turns to look at the two approaching ghosts.

"I take it our young 'Mr. Suave' has awoken?" the middle aged, pox scarred ghost of Turoc-Kith asks his host.

"Yes, he finally has rejoined the land of the conscious," Zerm smiles. "He was going to start to make noise again, but I silenced the little pet."

"Good, he was giving me a headache," mutters the ghost of the paranoid Dr. Vincent. "Now we can find out exactly HOW he came across us at our little meeting place!"

Zerm nods and calmly walks over to a chair that seems to resemble a throne. He smiles at one of the motionless female figures that stands to the left of him, and then frowns as Zular finds himself floating over in front of the young/old dark mage.

  1. "Yes," hiss Zerm darkly as he releases Zular's paralyzed vocal equipment. "How does a young, over important worm like you find the secret meeting place of such as we?"

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