majus
CHYOA Guru
"Satyrs, sire?" Oemachus, the oldest soldier in Cleon's retinue, asks. "Well, my cousin once had to deal with some satyrs in Boetia. He says they're prideful little bastards - one of 'em even challenged Apollo to a music match and got fried for it. Easiest way to trick 'em is to goad their ego into doing something they're not good at, like a fist fight. Their magic stops if you can hit 'em in the dick, too."
Cleon turned to the man, then looked back at the water... it was back to normal.
"Kick them in a nuts?" He turned back to the man. " I don't even know how you got to this conclusion." He smiled. But this, he could work with... He only needed wine. Much wine.
"Set sail to the closest friendly port." He ordered. "Did you secure the diplomat?" He asked.