The Forgotten Realm

Sitting in my favorite armchair, I lazily pet my familiar as I wait for my plan to unfold. For a thousand years, I have waited to put my hands on the Weapons of the Gods. Soon they will belong to me. When that happens, I will conquer realm after realm, kingdom after kingdom, world after world, until I am the God of the Gods.

My eyes fall on the man kneeling in front of me. He had spent the last two hours in the same position, waiting for me to acknowledge his presence. And I finally do. “Did you manage to get the Sword of Nightmares?”

“Not yet. He is unwilling to pull it out of the stone.”

“Torture him until he does what he is told. If that does not work, then threaten to kill his daughter!”

He presses his lips into a thin line. “About that, she got away.”

I smash my fist on the table next to me, making my familiar hiss before jumping down from my lap.

Why is it that I am always surrounded by incompetent fools?

“At least tell me you got your hands on the black wolf.”

He shakes his head