“Okay, I think it’s dead” said Kulan, as the Lizardman Necromancer’s corpse slumped to the ground. “We can relax a moment.”
“Relax?” said Tuiz. “No way. That giant rolling mechanical death machine is probably on its way here right now.”
“Uhh, why would you think that?” asked Lucky.
“The necromancer was obviously in league with the machines” explained Tuiz. “Think about it. That huge wheeled weapon of war came right to us. We only escaped by hiding in a different dimension. Something must have lead it to us. Something like that blood-sucking fog.”
“You think that mindless fog somehow signalled to the construct leviathan where we were?” asked Kulan, incredulously.
“Exactly! Those machines seemed like magic, right? But then when we took one apart, it was just a bunch of tiny gears and things. You know where something like that would have a big advantage in a fight? In a place where magic didn’t work! They turned off magic in the fight so that the machines could chop us up.”
“But, there aren’t any constructs around…” said Lucky, dubiously.
“Not that we can see at least. We might be one step ahead of them. We can’t let our guard down though.”
Kulan and Lucky glance at each other.
“You don’t believe me? Think about it. Those machines looked like way too much work for a mortal to do, right? You know who operates on a longer lifespan than mortals? The undead. It’s probably some kind of anti-life cult, necromancers raising undead to build machines to wipe out all living things in the area. That would explain the malice I sensed from the machine I meditated on.”
“But, the writing on the machine-parts looked like some kind of elvish. I don’t think that lizard necromancer was speaking anything like elvish” objected Kulan.
“That necromancer was obviously working for someone else. Maybe his master is an elf necromancer. You believe me, don’t you sis?”
“Guys,” interrupts Lucky, “instead of arguing about how much danger we’re still in, maybe we should, y’know, finish searching this place? It might have more clues.”
“That is a good idea, but I’m not sure I should trust it coming from you”, said Tuiz, “maybe the necromancers messed with your mind when they sent you that dream.”
“You know what?” said Kulan, “you’re right. We, apparently, can’t relax now. You’ve made that clear. Let’s keep going.”