Fall for luck’s temptation. Again.

“Nothing else to lose,” Urzog muttered to himself.

It was true. He was once again back to the lowest point in his life. He hadn’t even one copper pence to his name, his face was on wanted posters throughout the region, and he would only find a deserter’s noose waiting for him back down south where he came from. It would seem that lady Fate has all but given up on him.

Once again, lady Luck would prove to be his only saving grace… or his ultimate doom. Both in equal measure. Urzog had **** but to play her game.

Setting his jaw, Urzog started down the corridor, threading lightly on the ancient stone tiles. His eyes combed the dark surfaces for hints of possible traps and his ears and other senses tuned in for anything that might seem amiss.

Urzog eventually reached the end of the dark corridor where nothing but a solid wall greeted him after a slow, uneventful creep. Upon touching the solid stone wall, Urzog thought that he could hear lady Luck’s cackling laughter at the back of his head.

“Am I the fool yet again?” He whispered to himself.

A great frustration suddenly seized Urzog. He raised his big green fist and slammed it against the wall. A sharp splitting sound rang out through the corridor as the wall before him suddenly gave way and crumbled to pieces.

When the dust finally cleared, Urzog was surprised to find light coming from within the fresh hole in the wall. He pressed through the dust cloud and soon found himself in a hall lined with brightly burning wall braziers. There was little else in the room save for a large ornate circle carved into the floor in the middle of the room and a human man sitting in the middle of said circle.

“Oh, a visitor?” The man said, “Greetings tall one!”

Urzog did not answer. He eyed the man suspiciously as he inched closer to the circle. “Who are ya?” He growled.

The man had long blonde hair, gold iris eyes, and was completely naked except for the humble white loincloth wrapped around his hips. He smiled and got up on to his feet before answering. “Oh, I’m just an unfortunate soul trapped here for the past 3000 years.”

“3000…” Urzog muttered. “Not possible. You ain’t human?”

“Human? No, no, nothing like that,” the man replied, “Something else entirely. Say, you look like a fine enough fellow. Would you be so kind as to free me from this dreadful prison? Pretty please?”

Urzog had momentarily lost interest in the harmless looking man. He started looking around the hall for anything worth looting. Unfortunately, there was nothing of the sort anywhere. Every inch of the hall was covered in dull grey stone, from ceiling to floor.

Urzog snorted in frustration and stamped his feet. He glared at the man. “What will ye give me?” He asked.

The man brushed his head back. “Ah! You require payment? 3000 years and nothing much has changed, I see. Well, I can certainly give you something for your trouble.”

“What will ye give?”

“I am unable to say,” the man said. “You see, this circle around me doesn’t just serve as a prison of my body, but my mind as well. I am unable to remember who I was, or what I was. All I can remember is that I possess a certain degree of power, so if you free me, I shall use it to ensure that you are well rewarded for your troubles. To the best of my ability, of course.”

Urzog folded his arms and grunted. “How do I know you won’t just kill me once you have your powers back?”

The man scratched the back of his neck. “Well, I won’t lie. That’s certainly a possibility. There must be a reason I’ve been imprisoned like this. I may very well be a tyrant of the worst sort.” The man then shrugged, “But there is no way of telling until you break my wards. You’ll have to take a chance, I’m afraid.”

Urzog set his jaw. There it is a gain. Another one of lady Luck’s games. He could almost hear whispers of her giggles coming from the corners of the hall, all around him. Once again, Urzog found himself at another crossroad.

Will he walk away and forgo it all, or take a chance and receive reward or ****, in equal measure?

Sighing, Urzog muttered to himself again, “Got nuthin to lose…”

Urzog took a deep breath. Stepping forwards, he crudely stomped on the circle.

The imprisoned man’s eyes glowed and he smiled.