Devadas (“Servant of God”)
by Wm Jay Carter III, 6/23/15
Race: Draconian
Species: Chameleon
Age: Old
Gender: Female
Stature: Average
Physical: Hunchback
Outwardly: Languid
Inwardly: Ashamed
Profession: Potter
Magic: Shaman—Spirit Guide
Catchphrase: “About time you got around to breaking open the door.”
You reach forward to open the entrance to the steppe pyramid, but instead of swinging inward, the whole slab falls backward, slamming with a heavy crunch, splitting into several uneven pieces. Wincing, you gingerly step over the rubble and enter a small antechamber where stands, shelves, and hooks are burdened with an overabundance of simple red-clay ceramics, a ghostly mist swirling inside of each.
You press further, into a slightly larger chamber—what appears to be a ceramist’s workshop—complete with a potter’s wheel, piles and piles of red clay, and an empty bed. “About time you got around to breaking open the door,” says a voice from the bed. Only after you look more closely do you see that the bed was never actually empty; it’s occupant had simply been so well hidden by natural camouflage that you had not noticed her before. The old hunched draconian sighs wearily as she rolls into a stooped sitting position. “Go on, then,” she says as if you’ve been well acquainted for years, “let’s hear what you have to say.”
