Post by Cyrax on Dec 21, 2006 4:10:55 GMT -5
Mernilior's eyes opened to reveal a dark and damp environment. The blood splattered everywhere, even on the ceiling, was disturbing enough but it was the stink that truly made him ill. Due to his heightened senses, the rotten flesh and putrid guts of past prey were even more overwhelming.
He got to his feet, using the light from a few candles in the room, and began to investigate the crypt of Cyrax.
Many, many, disturbing things were witnessed. New creatures being created for fun and others for war or tasks. Only the Demon would be able to recall to others, if he survived, what bizarre things he saw and possibly learned.
There was certainly one lesson to be learned. Do not enter the dark dungeon of the land's crazed murdering magician!
Another interesting thing, that Mernilior noticed, was no Cyrax. He was gone, or so it seemed, and it turned out to be the intruder's luck day! He came, he saw, he conquered!
A way out was all that Mernilior needed and he could be on the way back to his comrades. The problem was, that as soon as the Demon walked toward the crypt door he heard a noise which stopped him in his tracks. It sounded like a clicking, of sorts.
Looking around the room, maybe for an invisible enemy, Mernilior began to wonder exactly what it was. There just so happened to be a mirror to his right, a few yards from the exit. It was angled so the Demon could see a tattoo on his arm. However, the Demon did not have any ink on his arm!!
Clickity clacking over to the mirror, Mernilior finally realized what had happened to him. He was a monster!!
"Bwahahahahahahaha!"
The most hideous laugh, ever imaginable, rang out in the crypt and no doubt it was Cyrax enjoying the Demon's agony. Oh how he loved to toy with his prey before killing them!
Mernilior now had two Orc arms and the body of a large spider!!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Spiders, lots of them, were crawling on Mernilior's face and body as he awakened outside the dungeon. The thick black mist was still present, as always, and if the Demon did not have enough strength to get away than hopefully his friends would come.
Cerius, a Human in the guild, had just returned from a visit to Alexandria and he was heading toward the rear of the town. He may have been moving to report on Volyan and the Beast Empire, but most members were too frightened to enter the crypt after what happened to Tarril. They were part of the secret group, yes, but they were only pawns for Cyrax to manipulate at will. The difference between them and others was that they were willing slaves.
The torches that were lit for Mernilior when he arrived were now extinguished and yet again maybe the Demon had to question if what he remembered really had happened.
He got to his feet, using the light from a few candles in the room, and began to investigate the crypt of Cyrax.
Many, many, disturbing things were witnessed. New creatures being created for fun and others for war or tasks. Only the Demon would be able to recall to others, if he survived, what bizarre things he saw and possibly learned.
There was certainly one lesson to be learned. Do not enter the dark dungeon of the land's crazed murdering magician!
Another interesting thing, that Mernilior noticed, was no Cyrax. He was gone, or so it seemed, and it turned out to be the intruder's luck day! He came, he saw, he conquered!
A way out was all that Mernilior needed and he could be on the way back to his comrades. The problem was, that as soon as the Demon walked toward the crypt door he heard a noise which stopped him in his tracks. It sounded like a clicking, of sorts.
Looking around the room, maybe for an invisible enemy, Mernilior began to wonder exactly what it was. There just so happened to be a mirror to his right, a few yards from the exit. It was angled so the Demon could see a tattoo on his arm. However, the Demon did not have any ink on his arm!!
Clickity clacking over to the mirror, Mernilior finally realized what had happened to him. He was a monster!!
"Bwahahahahahahaha!"
The most hideous laugh, ever imaginable, rang out in the crypt and no doubt it was Cyrax enjoying the Demon's agony. Oh how he loved to toy with his prey before killing them!
Mernilior now had two Orc arms and the body of a large spider!!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Spiders, lots of them, were crawling on Mernilior's face and body as he awakened outside the dungeon. The thick black mist was still present, as always, and if the Demon did not have enough strength to get away than hopefully his friends would come.
Cerius, a Human in the guild, had just returned from a visit to Alexandria and he was heading toward the rear of the town. He may have been moving to report on Volyan and the Beast Empire, but most members were too frightened to enter the crypt after what happened to Tarril. They were part of the secret group, yes, but they were only pawns for Cyrax to manipulate at will. The difference between them and others was that they were willing slaves.
The torches that were lit for Mernilior when he arrived were now extinguished and yet again maybe the Demon had to question if what he remembered really had happened.
