Escaba’s Reach

Banan slowly opened his eyes as violet light invaded the stone room, concealing its contents. A silhouette stood up in front of him. The sound of fire crackled in an open fireplace, with some utensils leaning out of a cauldron . “I hear they call you, Banan?” The figure spoke in a deep, refined tone. Banan rose, and gazed first at his lack of bare body, only being covered by a large piece of fabric tied at his waist. He looked up at the man in front of him. A man with wings? He had an impressive build and wore some type of stone mask, covering half his face, topped with a disk-like metal helmet. White wing sprouted from his back and spanned through the room behind him. He wore only a robe around his waist, same as Banan. “Who are you?” Banan demanded at the man, who in response just raised his nose, as if to waiver his superiority. “I am Gabriel, first of the widowers.” Banan watched Gabriel’s evaluating eyes scaned over him. “Come with me, you are expected.” Banan stood up in retaliation, “I will come nowhere! Tell me, how do I leave this wretched hole?” Gabriel sighed, “I have no quarrel with you, if you would?” He motioned towards a door behind him. To which Banan spat on the ground in front of him, “I will not comply with you, demon.” Gabriel looked at the ground, acting disappointed, “very well.” Gabriel lunged at Banan, grabbing him by his neck and forcing him against the stone wall behind him. Banan grabbed Gabriel’s arm and **** it off, kicking the winged man back. Gabriel stepped back and picked grabbed a handle from the cauldron that stood on top of the fire. Out of it he drew a flaming sword, with a wicked orange glow and pointed it towards Banan. “When I said come with me, it was not a question, now if you value what is left of your life, come.” Banan scowled and rose again.