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| Dicey Dangers, The Creepy Creature of Vulture's Vineyard
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Game by Joel Hills
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Coaxing Axe
The voice returns the moment you linger, warmer now, closer, like it's leaning in.
"Good," it says. "I knew you'd stay. You're not like the others who come through here, chasing coin and cheap wine. I can tell. You want something more."
You feel the pull of it now, a warmth spreading through your chest that has nothing to do with the fire. It promises things without quite naming them: strength, purpose, an end to feeling small.
Something in you, quieter now than before, whispers that you should leave. That whatever is speaking has wanted things from people for a very long time, and has never once wanted good things for them in return.
"Just a little closer," the voice coaxes. "Just rest your hand on the hilt. That's all. I promise you, you'll understand everything the moment you do."
The voice returns the moment you linger, warmer now, closer, like it's leaning in.
"Good," it says. "I knew you'd stay. You're not like the others who come through here, chasing coin and cheap wine. I can tell. You want something more."
You feel the pull of it now, a warmth spreading through your chest that has nothing to do with the fire. It promises things without quite naming them: strength, purpose, an end to feeling small.
Something in you, quieter now than before, whispers that you should leave. That whatever is speaking has wanted things from people for a very long time, and has never once wanted good things for them in return.
"Just a little closer," the voice coaxes. "Just rest your hand on the hilt. That's all. I promise you, you'll understand everything the moment you do."
