Three travelers enter the
Dominion one afternoon. Fernando recognizes the two ladies, for they
have showered him with wealth and in exchange Fernando serviced them
with mystic discs. They descend not far into the Dominion's depths,
for they quickly find what they seek and approach Fernando on his
throne, hoping to strike a bargain.
As Fernando rises and
drafts a pact binding their eternal souls to him, one of the women
asks, “Can you tell us where to find Portugal Falls?”
Fernando closes his eyes,
mentally going through his available wares in search of this
particular incantation. “I don't think I have that one here. I've
actually never heard of it.”
“Yeah, neither have
we.”
What sort of man or woman
seeks knowledge without awareness of which knowledge they seek?
“Then...?”
“We're trying to find
it,” the second woman says. “We thought you might know since you
know like everything.”
Fernando has never heard
of this spell, and informs them of this fact. However, he returns to
the area near his throne and prepares a scrying pane, to uncover the
truth of the matter. “How is it spelled? Like it sounds?” Proper
lettering is indeed helpful in plumbing the depths of the Otherworld
for those kernels of knowledge which lingered in places even gods did
not tread.
“Oh, it's not a movie,”
says the first woman.
Fernando pauses. “It's
not?”
“No. It's an actual
waterfall.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Fernando shrugs. That it
is a part of the realm over which the Dominion exerts no control is
of no consequence to him! “Alright. That makes this even easier.”
“What?”
“Well, you came seeking
guidance and far be it for me to deny such guidance to those who
visit the Oracle of the Dominion of Movies. Just allow me to consult
with the mystic spirits and provide the answers you seek.”
Fernando's hands trace subtle gestures as he makes his epic
pronouncement, binding Goo-Gol as his servant, but this is not
enough. No, he coerces this daemon of knowledge to imprint specific
directions upon a scroll, so that his visitors might have a permanent
record to follow.
His visitors chuckle at
Fernando's words, but they remain blissfully unaware of the power he
effortlessly wields.
Once Goo-Gol has given
Fernando what he needs, he dismisses it and gives the scroll graven
with eldritch instructions over to his guests. “It is dangerous to
go alone. Take this.”
“Oh, cool!” the first
woman says. She takes the yellowed paper and looks it over. “This helps a lot. Thanks!”
“It was a small matter.
The strictures of my alignment are such that I am encouraged to
assist all who enter this place in search of knowledge.”
“Wait what?” asks the
second woman.
“Don't worry. Go, now!
Complete this journey that you might grow in experience! Return at a
later date and inform me how it went!”
“Okay, we will. Thanks
again!”
They depart on their
quest, and Fernando returns to brood upon his throne until the next
visitor comes calling.
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