Kirtu strains, both bony arms wrapped around the lever. Sweat flies off his brow. The lever doesn't move.
A bleak, rocky wasteland under a grey sky. KIRTU, a scrawny, big-nosed goblin-like creature, stands next to a massive, rusty lever. He wears a helmet two sizes too big.
Last time, one of them threw up on my boot. Iām not impressed. kirtu comic
New deal. Double the gold. And a sausage. Hot.
You pull the lever, or I send the Shadow Hounds. Again. Kirtu strains, both bony arms wrapped around the lever
Kirtu heaves the lever with impossible strength. The ground shakes. Somewhere, a distant castle explodes. Kirtu is already walking away, munching the sausage, the helmet still over his eyes.
The Eternal Shift
A long, silent beat. The red eyes blink. Slowly, a gnarled, clawed hand emerges from the cave, holding a single, sad-looking sausage on a fork.