Mystic Yellow Moonlight in the Shades of the Night

"That flamebane mail you're sporting is the REAL DEAL," the fell Belboz broke in, pacing to and fro in the midst of it; disappearing into the shadows and then appearing right behind our Lord of Allaria. Giving him quite a spook!

"You're welcome," the old, pale faced creature hissed. "Those were MY chests, of course. You know, the red chest you opened. That you plundered, some might say."

"Think nothing of it," the words were whispered on the cuff of Fred's exposed neck. He cringed and nearly shrieked. "It is my great honour to help such a fine upstanding Lord of your stature and raw, manly greatness. Truly."

Fred looked at the coins in his hands and chuckled. What next?

"Drink this shade of the night," Belboz said, striking Fred silent like a lightning bolt. He froze, his eyes wide. The wiry old bald,slimey little green freak offered up a clay cup, full of some steaming fluid.

"I feel the call of it," Belbiz hummed. "The night's beckoning. For those under its mystic glow this life is a strange and moonlit plight."

1. Fred awoke with a gasp. In the deepest black of the dark night's depths. No moon. No torch. In a pine forest of sorts.
2. Fred awoke with a gasp, in a tall tower. Indeed in the highest perch of the entire grand castle.
3. Fred gasped, awakening. Awake with a flash. But quaking. He was in a baking hot dungeon drain right below the dragon's frame.
4. Fred awoke. No gasping. He was in the same place in the cave. The steady trickling of the nearby stream was the only thing heard.

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