In the land of Gamma, things change. Alliances, weather... DNA. No one knows this better than Nyridius. Several years after his adventures with Duke, Defendomax, and the others, he's a changed man. He tired of the constant conflict, he renounced his violent ways and became a pacifist. The fire inside him and outside him died down, mostly due to an unforeseen accident that mostly turned him into a tree. For several months now, Nyridius has been living with the Morganites, a simple band of Amish-like hippies who renounce the use of all technology.
Traveling with Nyridius is Little Rock 9, a giant golem that was animated from several large boulders. Nine, to be exact. Little Rock doesn't remember much of his origins, and he frankly doesn't care. Traveling with the relative weakling of Nyridius allows him to do some smashin' from time to time, and he sure does like smashin'.
Another traveler that jumped on the hippie bandwagon was Azkadelia, a cloaked woman who knows more and sees more than she lets on. Trained as a thief and a con artist, Azkadelia is just as handy with a knife as she is your wallet. Sensing that the hippies would prove to be easy marks, she put on the puppy dog eyes when their caravan rolled by, and they happily added her to the group.
The least physically imposing member of the group is Lim'Dul, a feeble-looking old man with an ornate walking stick. For most of his life, Lim'Dul was a simple tradesman in a small ramshackle community. He spent his days in total obscurity until the twilight of his years. Several weeks ago, however, the small ramshackle community ran out of KitKat bars. Then, he lost his temper. The community was obliterated in an enormous lightning bolt. All that was left was Lim'Dul and a smoking crater. He's traveled with this group ever since, and seems remarkably well-balanced in spite of it all.
These adventurers traveled along a dusty path with the caravan of Morganites, searching for adventure, and searching for direction.
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