Role

Chapter 14

Tamazin stared out from his macabre cocoon as the wall of flesh rose around
him.

Aura, check.

Shield, check.

Barrier... no, he'd need that later when the Maran horde came. With
practiced ease he dismissed the little voice whispering caution - what was
life without a bit of risk?

Wall of flesh, check.

Golem the 97th, check.

It was time to begin.

Golem the 97th already held the squib. Tamazin sent him as far as his
control would permit, braced himself, and prepared for all hell to break
loose.

Golem the 97th dropped the squib.

The hissing was about normal for something he'd expect of that size, and
there wasn't much excess smoke. Maybe this really was just going to be a
small-.

As the hissing became a high pitched whine, Tamazin dived for cover,
hunkering down inside the protection of his wall. Thunderous bangs filled
the Galadon graveyard, almost certainly ruining the visitation of any
relations of the deceased. Tamazin was more concerned if they were going to
ruin his own visitation by making him join said deceased, but soon enough
they stopped.

He peered out of his wall.

Golem the 97th stared back at him, completely unharmed, a small pile of ash
at its feet.

Tamazin clicked his beak, hoping against hope noone had seen that.

He'd been had.