Orcs, Day 41
Skulkan stomped through his tower and adjoining 'palace', accompanied by a score of abominations and twitching Dire Ducks. Pausing close to every corner, he'd order one of them to scout ahead for him, then would cautiously lean around it himself and, once assured that no assassins were about, would stride forth as before.
As he turned one corner, an armored city watchman almost bumped into him, causing alarm in Skulkan's party. The ageing wizard raised his hands to cast a fireball, but paused. The bewildered guard had dropped his pike and now knelt down in a sign of obsequiousness, so convincing that even Skulkan couldn't bring himself to kill the young orc.
"What is it?" the wizard demanded impatiently, sneering at the guardsman all the while.
"A report from my superiors, sire. They wish to express some... concerns about recent events in Torshor."
Skulkan raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. An uncomfortable silence followed, eventually broken by the guard.
"Well, you see, it's about the Dire Ducks that're sharing guard duty with us these days. They've become..." he looked sideways at the hissing ducks flanking the wizard and continued: "... increasingly erratic. Why just yesterday one tried to hang itself in the town square. The day before, two successfully managed to end their existence by jumping off the palace roof."
As they spoke, one of the ducks accompanying Skulkan gave out a tortured 'QUEERRRK' and collapsed to the ground in dreadful pain.
Post edited June 03, 2018 by Tafferwocky