Grave Walker

Journey To The Lychshard 1

The next day found Glyph wide awake in her room. The sun posing shadows off every corner of this wooden chamber, or was it a prison? Her fleshy arm cross under her head as she stared up at the ceiling. The shroud extended up into a shadow coming off the wall.

"Troubled, Child?"

"Why's it feel like I'm walking into a death trap?"

"Do you think the sorcerer is capable of that?"

Glyph sat up on her elbows as she peered over to the shadow. "No I think he's too stupid to set me up."

"Things have a tendency to change over the years, Glyphera."

"What, you think he's just playing stupid?"

"All I'm saying is, We all tend to wear the masks that make us most comfortable in the wake of unending sorrow. But to be certain, The mage is not setting you up."

Glyph stood to her feet and stretched, grabbing her scythe from the bed roll. Glyph had slept with it beside her every night since receiving it; like a child would with a doll. She slipped the weapon into it's sheath before strapping it to her back. "Oh, Hyro. You and that god-like insight."

A faint knock came to the door and following through it was the meek voice of a girl. "Uhm..M-Miss Conmoyer ma'am?" Glyph swung the door open to see a stout girl, even shorter than she. Glyph's mouth curled into a devious smile that revealed her teeth. The poor girl looked up at her in sheer terror, retreating backward and pressing up against the wall. "Uhm..Uh..erm...t-th-the king r-re-requested your pres-presence ma'am.." Glyph looked over to the shroud "Glyphera, Don't." She gave a devilish laugh as she drew her scythe, letting it clank to the ground. It's outer rim scratching against the surface of the wood as she inched closer. Leaning down in the girls face who was now puddled with the sweat of fear.

"Boo." The girl threw her arms up and in a hurry; punching Glyph in the chin. Admittedly Glyph had to commend the girl on the left hook as it sent her flying to the ground. The poor messenger darted for the stairs screaming in terror of monsters and demons. Glyph gave a hearty laugh as she rubbed her chin. "Lord's crown, I love fucking with the locals."

"Was the scythe was necessary? She was already terrified of you." Glyph lifted herself from the ground and walked off toward Wellby's room. "Dramatic flare is always necessary, Hyro."

Glyph found her way to the kings door. Just before her knuckles hit the wood, she stopped. Hearing Wellby speak to somebody on the other side in a cacophony of whispers. Just as she stepped through, Wellby hurriedly cut the spell off from the stone plate.

"Who was that?"

"That was Mr Voa'Krun. The big man himself. Spilling his secrets. Lizards are notoriously dumb, you know." Wellby lit his pipe, walking over to one of his many enchantment tables. "Arm."

Glyph, as puzzled as ever inched up to him as she pondered his lizard comment. she would hand him her arm "I don't think that applies to giant evil undead dragon gods"

Wellby chuckled as he placed her skeletal arm amid the enchanting circle on his table. "Are you implying there are good undead dragon gods? Wait...Do you know one...Does he have a book? Oh, this may sting a little."

"Wha?...Agh!" Glyph nearly doubled over in pain as her knees turned to wet sand. Placing her other hand on the edge of the table for support as she cried out in agony. Whatever Wellby was doing, it felt like he was cutting down to the very atoms in her soul as the radiant rainbow magic engulfed the table. "A little!?" The devious look on his face would suggest to anyone else that he was up to something. Though Glyph knew he was and always has been a mad man. Maybe he was betraying her, Maybe she was just tired and had a small part of her wishing he was.