Atop The Desolate Hill
In this special holiday edition, the stichomancy prompt phrases were all taken from Christmas carols. Not that Kent let that cramp his style. Happy Boxing Day!
- there arose such a clatter
- laughing all the way
- was a jolly, happy soul
- heedless of the wind and weather
- five golden rings
- the fire is slowly dying
Atop the desolate hill, the fire is slowly dying, revealing five golden rings among the embers. Dvortmund has come here, heedless of the wind and weather, to enact the rite of binding, and sanctify his bid for power.
Once, Dvortmund was a jolly, happy soul, but when his family cast him out he became a twisted maniac. Soon they will pay.
He sprints down the hill toward the manor house, laughing all the way. His laughter alerts the sentries, who shoot him with muskets. The shots bring forth his family, and they assemble around his fallen form.
“Last time there arose such a clatter, I got presents,” proclaims his nephew.