The King in Green
The temple has been long ruined. Trees tear at its once mighty edifice, devoted to unknown rituals of power. Soil and moss has accumulated in every corner and on every surface, yet still the place seems to have power. Who knows what dwells within?
In which OUR HEROES ARE EMBARRASSED to FIND THEMSELVES LOST; a SILENT TEMPLE, LONG ABANDONED; and a CASE of MISTAKEN IDENTITY.
Good show! That swashbuckling action matched my recollection almost exactly; you left all the good parts just the way they were, bravo! But softly, I pray, forgive me as I must lean closer to dialogue with you, I am slightly deaf in this ear you know… Did you mean to leave out the part… the prickly, embarrassing part about the Heroes getting lost?
Truly!? The good Master would have frowned on such cosmetic alterations! " Omnibusque verrucis! " he would say; and I agree with him! What is life but a messy, dirty struggle in the mud? Do you agree with me, brothers? Tell us all of the tale, good friend, and be not embarrassed; as I recall the Heroes faced a dramatic ending! What of the temple? What of the foul tree? Tell us, good sir, for you have before you a rapt audience!