I had traveled a week and a half through forests with a werewolf companion to see the Game Master and I was now struck with two things. 1) She was female and I was expecting a male but then again I never inquired as to the sex of the Game Master. 2) I felt her outfit would have been less provocative if she was simple naked. Metal bikinis and body paint tend to do that to me. I actually was also struck by how bored she looked sitting on her stone throne against the side of the mountain. The red glowing eyes made me think something otherworldly. She was definitely an immortal of some kind.
Lytria and I had covered a lot of ground together. Every night it ended the same with me holding up in a tower, stone house or something similar while she transformed with her wolf into a werewolf. We actually talked quite a bit. From my observation, she was not evil but simply a woman caught between being civilized and animal. She actually knew quite a bit about more things than I thought. According to her, the lycanthropy was the result of her making a deal with a witch to try to bring back a lover from the brink of death. The lover ditched her once he was cured of his illness but the witch she had dealt with still demanded payment. Lytria chose part of her soul as repayment but to keep living the witch bound her to her wolf. When I asked about the lover, her response was that he made her first transformation a memorable one. Women with power should not be pissed off.
“So, you’re the Bartender Mr. Lies sent into my world.”
“If you do not mind Miss, what exactly is your connection to Mr. Lies?” I was a little confused.
“He and I have a long-standing arrangement. He tries to keep me amused and I take care of problems for him.”
“So he provided entertainment and you provide executions?”
“Not executions, sport. There is little fun for me if the game is rigged.”
“Ah. So what game are we going to play that is both fair and sporting?” My sarcasm was not veiled at all.
“I think for you something simple but challenging.”
The Game Master frowned slightly and her eyes narrowed.
“I think a simple dungeon hack will do. With your woman as the prize plus one other gift.”
“I will grant a boon to you if you survive and win.”
“I see. Could I keep that as a favor to ask for later?”
“If you wish.”
“Ok. Game on.”
The Game Master smiled and then waved her hand and the world changed again.
I found myself with Lytria and Fenthora standing in a castle ruin of some sort. I could see the sunlight coming through the various cracks and windows. The thing is we were standing in front of a stairway leading down into blackness.
“Your woman lies below. Find her, free her and get out alive and you will have my favor.” The Game Master’s voice echoed in my head.
I pulled of my rucksack and dropped it to the ground. I retrieved a torch and lit it. I threw the pack back over my shoulder.
“Lytria, you don’t have to come with me.”
“Actually, yes I do. If I help you win, I am free of my curse.”
“Oh, ok then. Let’s go.”
With that, we descended into darkness.
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