In a world of darkness and silence, a voice spoke.
"....Rise and fight again..." the sourceror heard it...from ..outside the void.
Telemain stood up.
He was confused.
Not a state of mind he was unfamiliar with, but a bit unsettling nonetheless.
There was snow on the ground.
Everwhere except where the wizard stood.
When the snowflakes came near him, they hissed and became vapor.
Well, this was unusual. But not unsettling.
"You ok, foo?" a familair voice inquired. "You seem a little weird."
"Is that..Sir..Scytale?" Telemain responded, surprised at the dryness he felt in his throat.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You've been dead a long time. No big deal. C'mon, Squire." came the Knight's response, dripping with sarcasm, "How did you find Hell?"
If he noticed the tendrils of smoke rising from his Squire's animated corpse, he wasn't so rude as to actually point it out.
"Is that where I was? Nice place to visit...wouldn't wanna live there" came the sourceror's response. He patted at his torn, burned scraps of clothing, looking for something.
Sir Scytale gave his Squire a cigarette.
Telemain took a drag, and the cigarette lit itself.
"That's a neat trick." Scytale noted, pleased.
After all, the phoenix always rises from the ashes.
Whether you actually burn or not is entirely optional.
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