This story is based on the game "Lords of Magic" by Sierra. I do not own the game or any ideas that come directly from the game. I do own this story and the characters I will introduce. All other credit goes to Sierra.
Prologue
My follower stands before my altar, readying himself to summon me. He does not know that I am already here, watching him. He does not know the true extent of my power. He thinks he can take my strength away from me and become the new Dark God.
Foolish mortal. As soon as he wins Urak for me, I will kill him. He raises his hands and his voice calls for me.
"Great Lord Gorgoth, I summon thee!"
I hear these words and give myself physical form. I know that to him I only look like a face wreathed in shadows, and he thinks that soon he can overtake me. Such a fool. "Balkoth, my strong right hand, how fares my conquest of Urak?"
He bows before me. He grovels in front of me, but I can see the defiance in his eyes. "Dark Lord, thine armies are almost ready for battle. Thy Bloodguard is ready to set out, and thy mages are making the Shadow grow in number. Soon we will set out and conquer the seven faiths, and Death shall rule over all!"
Inwardly I seeth that he is telling me these lies. I had watched him learn from his generals not a moment ago that it would take months for them to get enough elves for the Bloodguard to set out. But I worry about another problem. "And the Altar of Sacrifice?"
"It will soon be finished. Thousands will be sacrificed to give our mages power, and then they will be raised into skeletons, wraiths, vampires!"
I noticed one thing had been missing from his speech. "What about the Lich?"
He starts shaking visibly. Something is wrong. "We are still trying to gain the three artifacts. We have learned their locations at least. Another Lich who will not join our cause holds the Lich Cloak. The Soul Stealer is guarded in the Life Great Temple, the Golden Tree. And the Amulet of Poison is held by a former Bloodguard who had run from us and stolen the artifact. We will try to gain these ite-"
I strike him with a jolt of black energy. He spasms and collapses onto the floor, screaming once. He twitches violently, a mixed look of ecstacy and pain crossing his face. I cut off the energy from him and he groans, slowly rising to his feet. I speak to him again. "I do not want to hear excuses or promises. I want either one of those artifacts or your head lying on the floor before me by the time that the Altar is finished!"
He nods once, fearfully. "Yes, Great Lord." I destroy my physical form. I watch invisibly from the altar as he walks out of the temple, muttering under his breath. What a fool.
Prologue
My follower stands before my altar, readying himself to summon me. He does not know that I am already here, watching him. He does not know the true extent of my power. He thinks he can take my strength away from me and become the new Dark God.
Foolish mortal. As soon as he wins Urak for me, I will kill him. He raises his hands and his voice calls for me.
"Great Lord Gorgoth, I summon thee!"
I hear these words and give myself physical form. I know that to him I only look like a face wreathed in shadows, and he thinks that soon he can overtake me. Such a fool. "Balkoth, my strong right hand, how fares my conquest of Urak?"
He bows before me. He grovels in front of me, but I can see the defiance in his eyes. "Dark Lord, thine armies are almost ready for battle. Thy Bloodguard is ready to set out, and thy mages are making the Shadow grow in number. Soon we will set out and conquer the seven faiths, and Death shall rule over all!"
Inwardly I seeth that he is telling me these lies. I had watched him learn from his generals not a moment ago that it would take months for them to get enough elves for the Bloodguard to set out. But I worry about another problem. "And the Altar of Sacrifice?"
"It will soon be finished. Thousands will be sacrificed to give our mages power, and then they will be raised into skeletons, wraiths, vampires!"
I noticed one thing had been missing from his speech. "What about the Lich?"
He starts shaking visibly. Something is wrong. "We are still trying to gain the three artifacts. We have learned their locations at least. Another Lich who will not join our cause holds the Lich Cloak. The Soul Stealer is guarded in the Life Great Temple, the Golden Tree. And the Amulet of Poison is held by a former Bloodguard who had run from us and stolen the artifact. We will try to gain these ite-"
I strike him with a jolt of black energy. He spasms and collapses onto the floor, screaming once. He twitches violently, a mixed look of ecstacy and pain crossing his face. I cut off the energy from him and he groans, slowly rising to his feet. I speak to him again. "I do not want to hear excuses or promises. I want either one of those artifacts or your head lying on the floor before me by the time that the Altar is finished!"
He nods once, fearfully. "Yes, Great Lord." I destroy my physical form. I watch invisibly from the altar as he walks out of the temple, muttering under his breath. What a fool.