Xalmann walked alone through the crowded streets of the city, a bit out of place. He was carrying a bundle of rolled up parchment sheets strapped to his back, careful not to let them fall out. They were important clues to... something. Each sheet of parchment was a rubbing of a stone tablet's carved surface. The Lizardman wasn't actually sure what they might lead to, neither him nor any of his companions that had been there when they'd found them had been able to read the writing carved into them. Still, from the ruined temple they had been in, whatever it was seemed like a treasure worth finding. They would just need to find a translator.

Xalmann and Mariana had travelled separately for some time, trying to find a translator. Not long after their search began, Xalmann was disappointed to hear Mariana had been called away for something and could no longer aid him in the search. Still, he would find whatever the writing on the tablets lead to in the hopes it would assist him in his goal of killing Dagon.

As he walked along, checking store signs for anything related to writing, magic shops, libraries, book stores, anything that might possibly contain someone who could read the tablets, he was stopped by a sudden green flash of light from above. He, along with all the others in the street, gazed up at what appeared there. People? There were several screams as the crowd parted, trying to avoid the falling bodies that began to hit the cobblestone with oddly metallic clangs.

Well, this isn't how Veliky expected her day to go. She'd expected trouble when they arrived at their destination, to be certain, but she'd scheduled 'magical mishap' for next Tuesday at the earliest. Yet here she was, being suddenly torn from a battle amidst fungal zombies and, suddenly, falling.

It's fortunate that half-halfling, half-goblins are so light, or else the roughly 9-foot fall may've been much more painful. As she rises with a groan, she hears the awful crashing of metal projectiles around her - the bots, she correctly presumes. But, for the moment, she's safe. She doesn't see any mushroom-zombies around, but... where in Charon is she? This obviously isn't Moonglade. In fact, she's never quite experienced this type of dry heat before. The people are wearing the strangest clothes. Is that a lizardman? He's looking straight at her group. She considers asking him for directions, when...

"Mistress Veliky report: we have arrived at our destination."

The voice is cold, monotonous and grating, but she's familiar with it. It's one of her bots.

"What are you talking about? Is this... huh?"

She forgets what she was going to ask as she looks up at her mechanical underling. For the most part, it appears to be Rook - it has the matching sword, which is, in fairness, its only distinguishing feature. But its head is shaped somewhat differently. Specifically, its eye - singular - is completely different, being one long, horizontal line like a knight's visor. The bot's also quieter than she remembers; its joints produce the same hissing noise, but at a much lower, less annoying volume.

And that's when Veliky looks behind Rook. For once, she's just as shocked as the bystanders to see a small army of Blixtbots™, not only humanoid ones (of which there are three more than she recalls), but a horse-shaped one that appears to be on fire and a giant, robotic dragon, atop which rides another Blixtbot™ with a whip. As well, she sees a bot that resembles Bishop to the same degree that this sword-bot resembles Rook, holding a heavy crossbow at guard.

"Query: what are your orders?" Rook speaks, interrupting her flabbergastery.

For once, Veliky is at a loss for words. Is this some sort of trick? Maybe that green flash wasn't a transposition at all, but some sort of elaborate illusion. But, then, wouldn't the mage want to make the illusion as accurate as possible, rather than taking such creative liberties? There must be something else happening here.

"Repeat query: what are your-"

"Just-" she interjects, annoyed by her own lack of wherewithal, "remain in escort mode, all of you."

All of the bots beep in unison, taking positions at strategic points around the street, much to the disturbance of the public. The dragon, especially, is a monstrous specimen. Its visage is decorated with the same visoric eye that Rook now possesses, and, where a normal creature's mouth would be, it has some sort of circular device covered in evenly-spaced holes. Its joints are especially noisy, with every crushing step producing generating forceful gusts of wind.

Veliky's simply enamoured, too much to be distracted by the arguably more pressing matter of location. Blank-faced but wide-eyed, she's unable to pry her attention from the anomalous bots as they shift about under her command.

After the green flash, Shaa felt all of the air rush out of him like he had been punched in the gut. As he tried to right himself, suddenly he was falling. No no no! Shaa shouted as he plummeted to the ground. He managed to turn enough to fall into some decorative shrubbery. He hopped up immediately expecting to face fungal zombies but he found himself face to face with with a chubby halfling gardener instead. The gardener was old with a greying beard and glasses. He wore a plaid shirt and grubby overalls and matching work boots. In his hands he held a manual hand sprayer for bugs. As the two stared at each other, the gardener sprayed him out of reflex.

Hey! Cried Shaa That’s smelly, knock it off.

The gardener finally came to his senses and shook a finger at him.

Now you see here! Lady Aurillas garden is no place to sleep off a drunken stupor. You git now. Go on, git! The gardener sprayed him again for good measure.

I said knock that off! Shaa grabbed the sprayer and bent it in half. The halfling stumbled backwards into some small bushes.

Shaa felt bad as he was the invader. He took some deep breaths and offered a hand to the gardener which he took reluctantly.

Look, I am sorry about being here….and the sprayer. I wasn’t trying to invade Lady….

Aurillas

Aurillas very fine garden. I was forced here. Speaking of which, can you tell me where “ here” is?

The halfling looked confused. You sure you aren’t drunk then? He said skeptically.

Very sure. Shaa assured him.

Well you have to admit it’s odd you don’t know. The  Giants Avenue isn’t a place that you can just happen into accidentally you know.

The Arid Mesa? The last thing Shaa remembered was getting blasted in a town half way across Charon. Where was Ray?..and Veliky!

Shaa scanned the area again but everything there was quiet. I don’t suppose you have seen any other strangers falling from the sky.

You can call me Sal and no I haven’t. But, then again, we don’t see much of anyone out here. If you are looking for people, best head into town…that way. Sal pointed to a road by the side of the house. 

Thank you, I’ll head that way. As Shaa was leaving, he noticed a flat patch of dirt. He turned to the barren ground, forced a bit of earth magic in his hands, and focused his energy on the patch. The ground shook a bit and upturned the dirt so that it was ready for planting. Shaa smiled at Sal. For you trouble.

---

Rumbling Tremors 

Now that it had stopped raining metal men and animals, Xalmann took a look at the strange scene before him. He'd never seen creatures like this before, but he did notice one creature that was oddly familiar to him. In the center of the road, surrounded by the metal people and apparently giving them orders, was a Halfling woman. He couldn't quite place why she seemed familiar, but it was probably not that important. He'd seen Halflings before in his travels throughout Charon, looking for Dagon and anything that would assist him in the tall task of killing the faceless god.

One of the metal creatures, shaped like a giant mechanical dragon, begins to walk to one of the corners of the street they're on. All of them seem to be taking positions along the street, standing guard for something. The crowd is still confused by the whole ordeal, but most of them get their thoughts in order enough to keep going on their way. The street is almost cleared out except for the robots, the Halfling, Xalmann, and a few curious folks that wanted to watch what happened next with the small army that suddenly fell from the sky.

The red Lizardfolk is also curious about their sudden appearance and decides to stay, standing in the middle of the street with his eyes on the Halfling. He glanced up at the sky, but there's no sign of anything else. The green flash was there and gone in an instant. He had a strange feeling, like his attention was drawn to this person for some reason.

It's a deeply fascinating sight. Veliky only barely understands the designs of her own Blixtbots™. What she knows, she learned from the Gnome, and she barely comprehended most of it. But it's clear to see that these bots are not only more numerous, but upgraded, innovative in ways she couldn't even begin to imagine. It's clear that Simon's spell hadn't gone as he'd intended. Perhaps this is the consequence of magic wrongly used?

Wait, she can't ponder forever. She scans the street, but sees only the bots and several bystanders, include a red-scaled lizardman. Where are Shaa and Ray?

She looks to her bots, including the new ones, with concern belied by severity. What does she even call these new bots? Well, come to think of it, she could just ask. They won't judge her.

"You!" She points at the bot riding atop the dragon-golem. "Designation and series!"

As expected, there isn't a hint of reluctance - or anything else - in its tone as it responds.

"Mistress Veliky, report: I am a Type-III Infantry-Model "Knight" Blixtbot™. My designation is Knight-01."

Knight... that's impossible. That series is still in the pre-alpha phase. She doesn't even have a prototype, yet. No, no distractions, Shaa is more prevalent.

"Locate Shaa and Ray Castien immediately and bring him here. Priority Gold."

"Query: define 'Shaa' and 'Ray Castien.'"

"What?" Well, all things considered, she supposes this bot hasn't technically met Shaa.

"Repeat query-"

"Nevermind. Shaa's a minotaur, lots of scars on his snout. Ray's a half-elf with one arm... or two, occasionally. Long hair, blue eyes. Go."

Knight chirps obediently, and its drake beats its fabric wings with incredible force. Veliky needs to hold her hat in order to keep it from being blown off, as those of many bystanders are. The wings beat again, and several pots and crates are blown and battered about; Veliky herself is nearly lifted into the air. Then, a third wingbeat; with such a heavy body of tin supplemented by steel, even Veliky finds herself incredibly impressed by the mechanical drake's ability to lift itself into the sky and over the buildings. She winces when its claw nearly takes a chunk from the roof of a shop. That would've been some expensive property damage.

Hopefully that two-winged search party is sufficient to locate the minotaur. In the meantime, she needs to get her bearings herself. She looks to the red-scaled lizard. He seems oddly familiar, but Veliky's mind can't abide any more digressions.

"You, red guy, where is this? What city are we in?"

There were no other travelers on the road as Shaa made his way further into the city. The time alone was welcome as he had been either cooped up in a house or attacked by monsters for the last several months. Sure, he got sucked up into a portal. And yes, he was completely alone in a town on the edge of the world. But, it was a nice day. Sun was out. Some funny animals skirting about. Knight riding on a giant dragon thing baring down on him from the sky….wait what now?!

Shaa looked up and saw the metallic knight and dragon baring down on him. He quickly looked around for some cover but there was none to be found. For the love of Ginma, I knew I should never have gotten out of bed this morning. Everything said “I’m a comfy pillow, why are you abandoning me?” Shaa clenched his fist and prepared for a fight.  

The dragon landed in the road directly in front of him. Now they were close up, Shaa realized that they were Blix bots. The only problem was that the only Blix bot user he knew was Velkie and he was pretty sure he would have remembered a knight dragon combo. On the other hand, is it possible they were hers.

The knight spoke. “ Scarred minotaur, query: are you identified as 'Shaa?”

Shaa was a bit wary that the knight knew his name. Yes….who’s asking?

“"Report: My designation is Knight-01. Command: come with us."

Shaa appreciated being direct more than most people but this was a bit much.

Yeah that’s ok. I’m just going to keep on walking down the road here. Shaa tried to walk past them as the dragon slammed his tail down front of him. So that is a no then?

Affirmative: Our current directive is to retrieve 'Shaa' and escort them to a specified location. Repeat command: come with us."

Directive? Directive from whom?

Report: current directive is a Priority Gold command from Mistress Veliky. Repeat command, final warning: come with us."

Well, he had never ridden a mechanical dragon before. 

Xalmann covers his face with his arms as the mechanical dragon takes flight, sending a cloud of dust, sand, and small objects flying in every direction with the flaps of its wings. A few pebbles graze the red Lizardman's arms and legs, and some unlucky person's hat would have hit him directly in the face had he not been protecting it. Once the dragon is gone and the wind has died down, he checks the bundle of rolled up parchment on his back to make sure none of them had been blown away. He counts them and realizes one of them is missing. As he's looking down the street to try and spot the missing scroll, the Halfling suddenly calls out to him.

He glances at her for a second before continuing his search for the parchment. It couldn't have been blown that far away. He finally spots it caught in an old wooden fence and runs over to retrieve it. He plucks it out from between a couple of worn posts. These scrolls were too important to lose. They were the entire reason he had come to this far off corner of the world. As he's about to put it back into the bag, he thinks otherwise. A sneaking suspicion crawls into the back of his mind.

He walked back over to the Halfling that had called for him, asking for their current location. He stops in front of her and looks down at her, holding the roll of parchment in his clawed hand. He would answer her question in exchange for her answering his.

"Docking Coast. Arid Mesa. Answer my question now. Can you read this?" he said emotionlessly before unrolling the parchment and showing it to the Halfling. He hoped this strange person that suddenly dropped from the sky would be the answer he was looking for. If she could read the writing and translate it for him, he didn't really care about that.

So she is in the Arid Mesa. It makes sense; Simon obviously wanted to escape, and where better to escape to than the cult's very destination? Of course, that also means that Simon is here, too, as is, most likely, a significant amount of cultists. And who else had been brought with them by the green flash? What about the infected villagers? What about Hector? Last she knew, he was still carrying that compass-orb. If he isn't here, that could make this mission quite a bit more difficult.

"Hm?" She almost didn't hear the lizardman's question, only for it to snap her from her simmering. "Oh. Hold on a second."

Veliky has no idea what language the scroll is written in. Fortunately, she knows how to read languages that she doesn't know how to read. She mutters in an arcane tongue and, at the same time, takes a goblin's tooth out of her coatpocket and pops it into her mouth. The shall-we-say unusual spell^[1] is complete, and Veliky squints at the text.

"'ytinivid fo thgim...' oh." It doesn't take her long at all to realize that she's seen this text before. This man isn't a cultist, else he should already know the answer. He's a treasure hunter, which also means the information is out there. All the more reason to make haste. She leans back and crosses her arms in a blend of casual and bossy that few other than she can truly achieve. "May I ask," she begins in the tone of 'not a question,' "where you got this?"

But there's no time for an answer. Suddenly, a woman's cry pierces the quietude, setting the golem-squadron on immediate alert. A woman runs around the corner of a building. Following her is a dozen villagers, dressed in cultural garb far more appropriate to the Moonglade than here. But something is not well; their movements are sluggish and their eyes are lifeless. One of them isn't even walking: on their belly, they drag themself along by their arms and nails. Another has a bucket on his head.

"Pin that question, eyes up!" she shouts with authority. "But don't kill them, they're just people. Same goes for you, Blixtbots™!"

The bots ready themselves with their myriad crackling^[2] weapons as pedestrians back away in confusion.

---

1. Fluency
2. Sigil's Blessing

Shaa wasn’t quite sure how he felt about flying with the mechanical knight. The speed and the freedom were nice but he had already fallen down once today and that was plenty. He was an earth bound kind of being and hoped Ginma wasn’t watching this.

it didn’t take long and Shaa started to see more and more people down below. They seemed to be heading in that direction so that was a good sign. Hopefully Veliky was ok and had possibly more answers than he did at the moment.

As they got closer to the ground, Shaa could tell something was wrong. He could hear the sounds of screaming coming from a panicked group running and ducking for cover. Finally, maybe he could hit something and release some of this anxiety that he had been building up. Nothing like punching some dude in the face to get the jitters out.

When they landed, Shaa was relieved to see that Veliky was ok. Hey! I found yo… From the side, Shaa saw a mob of people were approaching them. It dawned on Shaa that he recognized them, from Moonglade. Oh for the love of Ginma, they are here too? Shaa didn’t see Simon anywhere but he could be hiding the little troll faced stinker. 

Back up everyone, and don’t touch them! Shaa shouted to the crowd. Shaa looked around and saw a large building with a high fence and got an idea. Veliky! Help me corral them this way Shaa shouted pointing to the fenced in yard..

First the appearance of these zombie-like people dragging themselves onto their street are a great concern to the Lizardfolk. Once he sees them, he rolls the parchment back up and replaces it in the bag on his back before pulling his axe and dagger from their sheaths at his sides and preparing himself for battle. However, this sassy lost Halfing immediately begins ordering him around, saying not to kill these creatures. This is a bit of a problem. The red Lizardman' skills are very killing-oriented. Not only his skills with his weapons, but the fiery magic he has at his disposal. It would actually be far more difficult for him to try not to kill any opponent he's facing.

And on top of the shambling zombies appearance, now the mechanical dragon has returned with an enormous minotaur that also shouting orders not to touch the people and to help him corral them into someone's fenced in yard. Well, him and the Halfling seem to know each other. He called her Veliky? Well, that's not important. What is important is that she was capable of reading the parchment like he had hoped. Now he just needed her to translate for him, but he doubted she would do that in the middle of this situation.

"I will help you. You will translate these for me. Deal?" he said to Veliky, pointing his dagger over his shoulder at the rolls of parchment on his back. 

That was quick! This drake-golem isn't bad at all. Once this is over with, Veliky will have to bring it to the gnome and figure out its quirks. But they don't seem to have found Ray... that'll be a problem.

Regardless, Veliky looks to the enclosure, then nods to Shaa. It's a good plan. She's less keen on the lizardman's suggestion.

"What?!" She looks at the lizardman, both hurried and annoyed. "Fine, if you can keep up with a drake, I'll have that thing translated for you in no time."

As citizens flee from the horde of mindless sporemen, Veliky runs to intercept them. She looks like a canoe rowing out to face an armada, and appears just as defiant. With a thwap, she snaps her gloved fingers, magically producing the moo of a cow, emanating from herself^[1]. This draws a few lifeless eyes. She does it again, and then a third time, and most of the crowd becomes fixated on her and the delicious cow that she must, somehow, be hiding on her person.

They shamble and shuffle forth like corpses walking. Are they alive, truly? Maybe, maybe not, but they must be spared for the faint chance that they can be purged of the fungus among them. Corralling the horde on her own would be a difficult task. Fortunately, she's never alone.

Veliky's fingers begin to glow before she snaps them for the last time. But, this time, instead of a sound, it makes an image: herself^[2]. In fact, no fewer than five Veliky replicants appear around her, each with a face of steely resolve as they stare down the horde.

"...Alright, just this way."

One of the Velikies - it's difficult to tell which, at this point - waves its hand and begins calmly backing away from the horde, toward the enclosure. The other Velikies fan out, shepherding the ghoulish villagers. They're surprisingly compliant, or maybe that's just the sort of obeisance that Veliky commands.

"Yup, yup, that's good. Come on, quick, we're on a schedule here."

She's drawing closer to the enclosure. The fence is locked, but one of the Veliklicants has already set about picking the flimsy padlock with a couple of hairpins^[3]. The gate creaks free, and the replicant holds it open. The lead shepherd steps through, followed by several of the fungal folks.

"You're good... you're good... you're good..." About a quarter of them have entered the enclosure. However, some of them have begun to lose interest, shambling and shimmying in random directions. A few of the replicants have already been bitten or clawed, only to vanish. "No, no, not that way! Hey, put that Veliky down! Oh, hell. Shaa, lizard guy, could use some help!"

---

1. Minor Trickery
2. Replicant
3. Lock Pick

As Velkie sent her minions to corral the mushroom zombies, Shaa ran around the fence to make sure the building that the fence was attached to was secure. As he got around to the other side, he opened the door only to find several well dressed ladies having some sort of tea party.

Looking past them through a window and into the back courtyard, Shaa could see some of the shroomies filtering in. 

As Minotaurs aren’t known for being the fanciest of creatures as well as some of the most brazenly naked, Shaa was not quite sure he could pull this off. If he got too aggressive, they might panic and run right into the waiting arms of the mushroom hoard.

Excuse me? Ladies? I am so sorry to interrupt but I am going to have to ask you to vacate the building post haste.

The women looked up at him but then turned back around to their conversations and tea. More mushroom zombies began to file in. Shaa started to feel a little panicky.

I am truly sorry ladies but I am going to have to insist that you put down your tea ( ohh we’re those lemon cakes? Awesome) and desserts and please make your way to the front of the building.

Shaa heard some chittering but no one seemed to be moving anywhere. Now Shaa was getting really nervous as half the court yard was filled with Mushroom Zombies.

Shaa, lizard guy, could use some help!"

This was not working. Shaa ran to the back of the room ruffling several shirts and doilies as he went. He then proceeded to lock all of the back doors, windows and other points of entry just in time. Incredibly, none of the ladies had left their tables despite the commotion. Well I tried.

Shaa stamped his hoof on the ground hard. The floor started to tremble and shake. The tables and serving trays fell over spilling tea and cake all over the hall floor. Several women fell out of their chairs into the recently fallen cakes causing a chaotic scene. One of the older ladies stood up.

How dare yo…..she started but Shaa was not having it.

I SAID MOOOOVE! he bellowed at the top of his lungs. The group panicked as he predicted but at least they did it out the front door. All except for an old butler who passed out into some homemade valberry jam. Shaa wiped him off a bit and set him in a table next to a “do not disturb” sign that had fallen over. After making another quick door check, he ran out the front door locking it behind him and made his way back towards Veliky.

---

 Rumbling Tremors

As more of the Halflings vanished after being bitten or scratched by the zombies, more of them started to break away from the herding and walk down the street instead of into the fenced in courtyard. Xalmann moved into the middle of the road, an axe in one hand and a dagger in the other. He'd been told not to kill them since they were innocent people, but they needed to be contained. He wouldn't be risking his own life just to not harm someone else.

He activated the fire magic inside him, his scales glowing hot and the air around him wavering from the intense heat he was now giving off. The zombies seemed to take immediate notice of this, letting out whimpers and screeches. They stopped in their tracks and stood facing the burning Lizardman, like they were afraid of getting any closer to him.

He raised an eyebrow ridge at this odd scene. He took one step forward, toward the crowd, and they shambled backward, away from him. So, they really did fear him. Or perhaps they feared fire or heat? That would make more sense. They hadn't had any reaction to him until he'd activated his fiery abilities.

Xalmann wasn't aware of what these creatures were, but he was correct in this assumption. He was a clever, calculating person and was often quick on the uptake. These people, infested with fungal spores, were compelled to avoid such high heats. Mushrooms and molds always prefer cool, damp places.

The Lizardman began to help herd the people into the fence with his aura of intense heat repelling them. Still, with just the one of him, it was a bit difficult. After a moment, he swung his axe and a ball of fire flew from it onto a wooden fence, setting it ablaze. He took control of the fire, removing it from the fence, and used it to help him corral the zombies as well, directing it with his axe. The burning Lizard man and a floating ball of fire effectively prevented the zombies from going any farther down the street, diverting the crowd toward the entrance to the courtyard.

---

Heat Cloak
Fire Bolt
Arcane Focus
Control Flames

"4... 5... 6..." Veliky's expression is rather bored as she counts the passing shamblers, like she's counting salmon in a river. "7, 8, 9... huh?"

Only now does she notice the orange glow and choking heat coming from outside the enclosure, and looks out to see swathes of flame burning on the street. Cobblestone isn't generally flammable; this flame is definitely unnatural, and there's no greater evidence of this than the lizardman seemingly commanding it with gestures of his axe. Pyromancy: brutal, unsafe, high risk of civilian casualties...

"Eh." She shrugs. "It works. 10, 11... 12?" She looks up. "Anyone got eyes on 12?"

Rook, standing just on the other side of the fence, whirrs and points in response at the shambling man with a bucket still on his head. He's walking shoulder-first into a wall.

"...We'll grab him later."

She steps out of the enclosure and closes the gate, then locks it in very much the same way that she'd unlocked it^[1]. One of the Veliky remains inside, does a brief headcount of the zombies, and then slaps herself in the face, immediately evaporating.

The Veliky outside - one of only two remaining Veliki - also sighs. The zombies within lazily lean against the fence. They don't seem to fully grasp the concept of anything other than a living creature; were they to combine their efforts and strike at the fence itself, they could very well break it down. Instead, they futilely reach between the posts, grasping for living flesh and slobbering shamelessly. If they ever are cured, they'll be lucky to not remember any of this.

Not to mention that they just let almost a dozen infected, brainwashed aggressors in somebody's backyard. Technically, this is an act of gross negligence with potential manslaughter charges. In fact, legally speaking, it would've been cleaner to just mow them down. Hopefully, she's outside of Arid Mesa jurisdiction by the time anyone knows what happened. She'd win a case, obviously, but it'd still be a hassle.

She turns to look up at her two accomplices: a lizardman and a bullman. Both of them tower over her, but she doesn't seem particularly daunted. If nothing else, at least she can trust them on the grounds that they are also liable in this offence.

She does have an obligation to this lizardman, but Shaa's status is far more pressing. She directs her full attention to the bovitaur.

"Shaa," she greets with a curt nod. "Any sign of Ray? Simon? Hector? More of these?" she asks, pointing with her thumb at the ravenous horde that's presently destroying this residence's lawn with countless footsteps. Does that make her liable for vandalism, too? Brainwashing is complicated in court.

---

1. Lock Pick

Shaa was glad to see that everything was under control for the moment. No more zombies out in the open . No Simon anywhere around to make more. It was time to put their heads together to fill in all of the holes.

Shaa thought hard about Velkies questions. No nothing. He noted. I showed up in a garden on the other side of town all alone aside from a local. I looked around and I couldn’t find Ray or Hector. But I have a theory about what happened. The green light was a give away.

These guys use a teleportation magic with these crazy stones. I have seen how they work first hand. Every time they use them, you have to be close, real close. I think Simon used his stone to bail and because you, me and mushroom guys were the only ones around, we all got caught up in the escape. Thing is, these things are temperamental. Taking too many people when you aren’t expecting it, can send you all over the place. Simon could be here, back there, or inside a rock at this point. We are lucky we made it out relatively unharmed.

Shaa looked over at the zombie filled courtyard. Watching his friends as mindless beings hurt his heart. I think these guys will be ok for now. The building is some sort of social club and I locked everything up. As long as no one does anything stupid, they should be fine. We might want to tell the town magistrates so they don’t try to let them out until we can figure out how to help them.

Shaa looked over at the Lizard Man and back to Veliky. Now I have some questions. When did you get all of the new hench bots? Also, who is fiery lizard guy?