Shadow Uprising in Jade(GD Fanfic.)
By Ola Hansson
Chapter one. Memories of old.
Deep in the Igor swamp in the ruins that once was the great temple of the faceless one, Badrok stood and watched his fellow cultist dragging up the ancient artifact from the main well. He thought: Why?, why im in this cult? Suddenly a voice in his head spoke: because i wished you to do so. Badrok smiled and spoke: Shall i bow for you my god?- No why should my grand champion bow for me? Isnt it enough that you serve more loyal than all others? Badrok smiled: The foolish council of blood who think their greater than you, thinking they control you, they shall die! The voice spoke : All in its time but for now, use them for our purposes. Badrok walked towards a cultist who gave orders to the other.- Carl!, how is the dragging doing? Carl answered with a frightned voice: All good my lord, but the other are lazy and do not care if it has gotten any damage.- They do Carl, they are just frightened by my precense like you, thinking i will kill you if you do anything wrong. The great orb was finally lifted up, and Badrok noded to Carl to start the journey home, to the secret bastation in the Dim Crags. The Edge guard have failed to stop them recovering the orb, but its a long journey to the Dim Crags . Rouges and thieves wasnt even bothering them, armed patrols ignored them. All because of the sigill that showed they were a part of the Blood cult, They showed it openly, because the great time of demon hunters and the Bastet clan was over. Few of the remaining Soul clan did now they even survived the secret clan wars. But a scream broke his concentration. A cultist fell dead with an dagger in his back. A man dressed in blue stood before him and his face tattoed with suns. A soul clan!, impossible Badrok thought but then looked upon the man. It was Mablung, the turncoat who betrayed the Blood cult and became one of the soul clan.They both glared angry at each other.
End Of Part One.
Chapter one. Memories of old.
Deep in the Igor swamp in the ruins that once was the great temple of the faceless one, Badrok stood and watched his fellow cultist dragging up the ancient artifact from the main well. He thought: Why?, why im in this cult? Suddenly a voice in his head spoke: because i wished you to do so. Badrok smiled and spoke: Shall i bow for you my god?- No why should my grand champion bow for me? Isnt it enough that you serve more loyal than all others? Badrok smiled: The foolish council of blood who think their greater than you, thinking they control you, they shall die! The voice spoke : All in its time but for now, use them for our purposes. Badrok walked towards a cultist who gave orders to the other.- Carl!, how is the dragging doing? Carl answered with a frightned voice: All good my lord, but the other are lazy and do not care if it has gotten any damage.- They do Carl, they are just frightened by my precense like you, thinking i will kill you if you do anything wrong. The great orb was finally lifted up, and Badrok noded to Carl to start the journey home, to the secret bastation in the Dim Crags. The Edge guard have failed to stop them recovering the orb, but its a long journey to the Dim Crags . Rouges and thieves wasnt even bothering them, armed patrols ignored them. All because of the sigill that showed they were a part of the Blood cult, They showed it openly, because the great time of demon hunters and the Bastet clan was over. Few of the remaining Soul clan did now they even survived the secret clan wars. But a scream broke his concentration. A cultist fell dead with an dagger in his back. A man dressed in blue stood before him and his face tattoed with suns. A soul clan!, impossible Badrok thought but then looked upon the man. It was Mablung, the turncoat who betrayed the Blood cult and became one of the soul clan.They both glared angry at each other.
End Of Part One.
