Chapter 1: Alive
Laughter, a maniacal, almost insane laughter, echoed throughout the dungeon. The imps digging and picking their way through dirt for the new hatchery trembled slightly, and worked quicker. While digging furiously, the rocks crumbled away and there stood before the panting creatures a dark pit. One of the imps squealed with delight and ran towards it, having recognized it instantly. A portal! The imp (whose name was Smeag) that had first recognized began claiming it, still making small sounds of excitement. The others joined him. They quickly claimed it, not noticing the clawed manifestation of their creator, which was almost trembling with the feeling of new power and excitement. He had waited many long years for his turn, and it had finally come. They had chosen him after that idiot Zarr screwed up and gave the green Keeper more space. He wouldn't mess up this opportunity.
He noticed with pleasure that a vein of gold was near the portal. He commanded the imps to dig.
"Hurry, my minions, hurry! We must build!!!" the voice of their Master boomed. And then more laughter. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Mortras didn't know a whole lot. He didn't know his age, his purpose, or his location. All he knew was that he had a lust for something, and that the darkness surrounding him held nothing, the DAMNABLE realm he seemed doomed to eternally wander with only himself to talk to and analyze, driving himself crazy, held NOTHING!!! He felt a longing deep within himself, for what Mortras knew not, but each day he wandered through the darkness in search of it.
And one day, it found him.
It had to have found him, Mortras thought later. He knew nothing of what he was looking for.
One day (or was it night? Was there a difference?), Mortras was yet again wandering aimlessly, when he heard it. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
He paused, dumfounded. What was it? It made Mortras feel different, it made him feel...alive. Mortras began running toward it. The sound, the pure ecstasy of feeling alive, of having a purpose, after having none for so long, was joyous. And it was louder.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Mortras soon laid eyes upon something he had never seen before. It was so beautiful, so dazzling, he fell to his knees in shock and stared. Light. Mortras saw light. Then he heard the voice.
"Come to me child, minion of darkness. Share our enemy's spoils..."
Mortras was intrigued.
"...their riches..."
Mortras was now standing, trembling.
"...their blood..."
Mortras was in the light, climbing, without a second of thought.
Laughter, a maniacal, almost insane laughter, echoed throughout the dungeon. The imps digging and picking their way through dirt for the new hatchery trembled slightly, and worked quicker. While digging furiously, the rocks crumbled away and there stood before the panting creatures a dark pit. One of the imps squealed with delight and ran towards it, having recognized it instantly. A portal! The imp (whose name was Smeag) that had first recognized began claiming it, still making small sounds of excitement. The others joined him. They quickly claimed it, not noticing the clawed manifestation of their creator, which was almost trembling with the feeling of new power and excitement. He had waited many long years for his turn, and it had finally come. They had chosen him after that idiot Zarr screwed up and gave the green Keeper more space. He wouldn't mess up this opportunity.
He noticed with pleasure that a vein of gold was near the portal. He commanded the imps to dig.
"Hurry, my minions, hurry! We must build!!!" the voice of their Master boomed. And then more laughter. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Mortras didn't know a whole lot. He didn't know his age, his purpose, or his location. All he knew was that he had a lust for something, and that the darkness surrounding him held nothing, the DAMNABLE realm he seemed doomed to eternally wander with only himself to talk to and analyze, driving himself crazy, held NOTHING!!! He felt a longing deep within himself, for what Mortras knew not, but each day he wandered through the darkness in search of it.
And one day, it found him.
It had to have found him, Mortras thought later. He knew nothing of what he was looking for.
One day (or was it night? Was there a difference?), Mortras was yet again wandering aimlessly, when he heard it. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
He paused, dumfounded. What was it? It made Mortras feel different, it made him feel...alive. Mortras began running toward it. The sound, the pure ecstasy of feeling alive, of having a purpose, after having none for so long, was joyous. And it was louder.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Mortras soon laid eyes upon something he had never seen before. It was so beautiful, so dazzling, he fell to his knees in shock and stared. Light. Mortras saw light. Then he heard the voice.
"Come to me child, minion of darkness. Share our enemy's spoils..."
Mortras was intrigued.
"...their riches..."
Mortras was now standing, trembling.
"...their blood..."
Mortras was in the light, climbing, without a second of thought.