Chapter 1
Author's Note (A/N): Howdy ya'll! Thank you very much for giving my first fanfic the time of day. Though the beginning chapters are relatively short, I'll try to update whenever I pump a new chapter out. I am not entirely sure of the average length that chapters tend to be on this site, but I say that the message can be conveyed just as easily without too much fluff! Also folks, I would really recommend reading all of the chapters. There will more than likely be holes to be filled by reading the rest of them, given that a huge gap occurred in readings of 6-9.
"It would appear that we have reached an impasse."
These words reached across the Crude Caverns with a harsh echo. The look on Balthazor's face encompassed his thoughts perfectly; that is, he was EXTREMELY disappointed. This being lying on the table in front of him was beginning to really make its mark upon his nerves, he and Gribbles had devoted so much time to finishing up this lanky figure, that neither realized that their game of creation would be inevitably delayed until Bailey returned with the final piece to this "God Game" puzzle.
"What's eating you?"
This comment, though also carrying the echo of the cavern system, lacked the rash tone of Balthazor. Instead, it carried a vibe of curiosity; not to say that it lacked sarcasm, but it was still more welcoming altogether.
"You should know what is 'eating' me, what else could it be? The wyverns do not have enough confidence in themselves to nip me, let alone try to eat me."
This last comment stung under Gribbles' skin; he hated when Balthazor did that. Finally coming into vision, his timber wolf friend adjusted his rapier as to not risk injury, whether to he or this mechanical monstrosity in his line of sight.
"So, what's the status on this metal plank we're referring to as our greatest invention?"
"There won't be any advancement until Bailey returns with the heart, I just hope he hasn't slipped and got his throat cut."
Gribbles also hated when Balthazor did this. Worrying, or appearing to worry, when it is least necessary, and having the utmost confidence when the world could be crumbling around him.
"I'm fairly certain between the training that you have given him, and the tools that he's made, he'll be fine. Just so long, of course, as he doesn't bring along a haunt of ghasts."
At this instant, the duo heard the familiar sounds of their nether portal gurgling someone back out. They peered behind their shoulders as to get a shot of who was returning to the over world. A sigh of relief was released from the two as a familiar face emerged through the purple.
