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Posted Sun Jul 29, 2012 11:43 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

My name is Tawmis Sanarius.<\/p>\n

And my life may soon be over.<\/p>\n

Three nights ago, I would not have seen myself where I am now. Aboard an airship headed for Mount Grimrock. Three nights ago, I was enjoying the fine company of strong beverages and scantily dressed women. Through somewhat bleary eyes, brought on by the intoxication that flowed through my blood, I watched a Lizard Man slip into the bar; its beady eyes scanning the room. Whoever he was \u2013 he was a rogue, that much I was certain. He was looking for an easy target to get his reptilian fingers into their purses and relieve them of their coin. I smiled, because whatever was going to happen next was going to be entertaining. I nudged Taren Bloodhorn, my closest \u2013 actually, my only friend. A towering grey minotaur, with muscles that rested on top of muscles; every breath he took, his entire chest seemed to come alive with rippling muscles. The ladies of \u2018The Fallen Star\u2019 enjoyed that. Some would consider unusual that human females would partake in \u2026 encounters\u2026 with minotaurs. Here, that was never questioned. Probably why Taren loved this place.<\/p>\n

Taren\u2019s nostrils flared in amusement, as we both watched the Lizard Man move through the crowd. Though they were humanoid in appearance, with their lizard heads, scales and claws, they seemed to possess every trait of every reptile. Whether it was trying to climb a wall, or slither and squeeze in between impossibly small spaces.<\/p>\n

I put my mug down when I followed the lizard\u2019s gaze. This was going to go poorly. A side glance to Taren, and he recognized the problem that was about to escalate. \u201cIt\u2019s none of our concern,\u201d his deep voice growled. \u201cSit back and enjoy the ale and the women.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe doesn\u2019t know what he\u2019s getting into,\u201d I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.<\/p>\n

The reptilian\u2019s target is none other than Boris Thunkal. A brute. An idiot. But also one of the King\u2019s Men.<\/p>\n

The King\u2019s Men are handpicked Knights from the King\u2019s general soldiers. The King\u2019s Men are also the most trusted men among the King. The only ones who are allowed to guard him from within his tower. By law, the King\u2019s Men are not permitted in \u2018The Fallen Star\u2019 because it is an \u2018unsavory\u2019 place. But I do believe Boris spends as much time as I do here; if not more. And it\u2019s not to arrest people. (Although come to think of it, it might involves some role play of him \u2018arresting\u2019 some of these fine women of the evening). Despite the law, Boris enjoys the company of the women of \u2018The Fallen Star\u2019 and everyone here knows he\u2019s one of the King\u2019s Men, and he throws his weight (which there is plenty of, around that rotund waist of his!) around, like he owns the place. I wouldn\u2019t say I hate Boris; but I would certainly chalk it up for a very strong and very passionate dislike of the man.<\/p>\n

Unfortunately, the reptilian has mistaken Boris\u2019 general idiotic attitude for drunkenness; which means, when the reptilian reaches for Boris\u2019 coin pouch, the dumb lizard is going to get caught, and there\u2019s going to be a huge scene.<\/p>\n

So I stand and make my way towards Boris. Taren sees me making my way and shakes his head, \u201cPardon me, ladies,\u201d he said with the booming voice, to each woman sitting on his lap. \u201cWith any luck I shall return.\u201d<\/p>\n

As I had predicted, as the reptilian reached for Boris\u2019 coin pouch to cut it; Boris felt the cold claws on his pouch and screamed, \u201cThief!\u201d Immediately, the other members of the King\u2019s Own stood up.<\/p>\n

\u201cHold it,\u201d I said, patting Boris on the shoulder. \u201cLet me buy you a drink. The reptilian meant no harm. He was snagged on your pouch \u2013 you know, those scales get caught on anything \u2013 and was just trying to free himself.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWait! Where\u2019s my coin purse?\u201d one of the other King\u2019s Own called out. Boris spun and ripped open the reptilian\u2019s cloth vest; and the sound of a coin purse, with the King\u2019s marking on it, feel to the ground.<\/p>\n

I watched the coin bag fall. I watched Boris\u2019 eyes go to the reptilian then to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cDung,\u201d I muttered. I knew what was coming next.<\/p>\n

I heard Taren roar and charge on of the drunk guards who had stood to arrest both the reptilian and myself (thinking me an accomplice). Boris turned to me and drew his blade, but my closed fist came across the bridge of his nose with incredible force. He reeled back, his hand over his nose. \u201cYou bwoke mife nwose,\u201d he said as blood poured between his fingers.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, sorry about that, it\u2019s just I don\u2019t take kindly to being arrested again,\u201d I said, and punched him again, sending him swirling to the ground. Unfortunately, this gave the other King\u2019s Own a chance to come up behind me.<\/p>\n

The last thing I heard, before I blacked out was the sound of shattering glass on the back of my skull.<\/p>\n

This would be no ordinary crime. We had assaulted the King\u2019s Own, which by law, was an assault on the King himself.<\/p>\n

When we were brought before the King, Boris had explained that the King\u2019s Own had been on patrol through Curvia (which was the high end of town), when they had heard noises. Upon investigating, they reported that they had caught us trying to break into the home of Houralus Survine, one of the Royal Men of Curvia. I shook my head.<\/p>\n

When the King asked for our version of what happened, I explained the truth. Of course, there would be no one to back up our story \u2013 not even if they brought in people from The Fallen Star (not that they ever would; the Heavens forbid such \u2018unsavory\u2019 people taint the King\u2019s palace just to verify a thief\u2019s tale). The King naturally sided with the King\u2019s Own; to do otherwise would indicate that the King had fallible judgment when selecting the King\u2019s Own. But I saw it in the King\u2019s eyes; when I described breaking Boris\u2019 nose, the King could barely contain his smile.<\/p>\n

Without a doubt, the King had selected Boris, but didn\u2019t care for Boris\u2019 attitude, and perhaps even knew that we were telling the truth. By the grace of the King, our \u2018sins\u2019 were forgiven \u2013 but it would still be up to the gods to determine if we were guilty or not. \u201cI now sentence the four of you,\u201d I heard the King say. Four? I looked over and saw an insectoid, whom I did not recognize. \u201cTo be thrown into Mount Grimrock. If the gods deem that you are absolved of your sins, you shall survive as you work your way from the top of Mount Grimrock down to its base, where the only exit is known to exist.\u201d<\/p>\n

Boris seemed as though he might protest the fact that we were given \u2013 no matter how slim \u2013 a chance to live. However, the King\u2019s scolding looked silenced the arrogant guard.<\/p>\n

As they chained the four of us and escorted us aboard an airship, I looked to the insectoid. \u201cHow did you get involved in all of this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen \u2013tic!- the guard struck you \u2013tic!- from behind,\u201d the insectoid said through its mandibles. \u201cI \u2013tic!- cast a blinding flash \u2013tic!- behind his eyes! I tried to \u2013tic!- heal you, but \u2013tic!- was overcome.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thank you for your effort,\u201d I said. \u201cThe minotaur over there is Taren Bloodhorn. I\u2019m sorry you\u2019re in this mess with us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was \u2013tic!- my choice. I have observed \u2013tic!- the King\u2019s Own, namely the Boris gentlemen \u2013tic!- and seen how he treats non-humans \u2013tic!- with extreme prejudice. I was honored to \u2013tic!- fight with you for as long as I lasted. My name \u2013tic!- is Blaz\u2019tik.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at the lizard man, who had remained quiet. \u201cCan I get the name of the man for who I may die for?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Lizard Man looked up, \u201cMy name is Silvertan,\u201d he said, his \u2018s\u2019 coming out in long hisses. \u201cI did not ask for your help.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I wasn\u2019t about to let you get thrown in a prison to rot,\u201d I smiled. \u201cBesides, I was looking for a reason to break Boris\u2019 nose.\u201d<\/p>\n

From the front of the airship, I saw Boris turn and give a scowling look.<\/p>\n

In the distance, I could see it. Even as the airship struggled to gain altitude in the storm clouds.<\/p>\n

Mount Grimrock.<\/p>\n

My name is Tawmis Sanarius.<\/p>\n

And my life may soon be over.<\/p>\n

Three nights ago, I would not have seen myself where I am now.<\/p>\n

Posted Tue Aug 07, 2012 10:45 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019d be lying if I said I wasn\u2019t worried. Prisoners \u201cpardoned by the King\u201d are brought to the top of Mount Grimrock and thrown in to find their way to the bottom and escape; should they escape, that means the gods have deemed the prisoners innocent, or at least, given a second chance.The stories about the things within Mount Grimrock are\u2026 well, for lack of a better word, grim. So far, the survival count for prisoners who have escaped Mount Grimrock are in the single digits. As in, zero. That doesn\u2019t bode well for us.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have \u2013tic!- nothing to worry about \u2013tic!- right?\u201d Blaz\u2019tik the insectoid asked, looking at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I smile.<\/p>\n

Like I said, I\u2019d be lying if I said I wasn\u2019t worried.<\/p>\n

So sue me, I\u2019m lying.<\/p>\n

Taren, my minotaur companion gives me a sour look. He knows I\u2019m lying. He\u2019s been with me through thick and thin. He knows when I lie, or tell the truth, or even just ever so slightly bend the truth. Taren shakes his head at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt would seem,\u201d the lizard-man, Silvertan, pointed out, with his words lisping, \u201cthat your minotaur companion does not agree with your assessment.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell if it makes you feel better,\u201d I replied, standing up and rubbing my shoulder. \u201cTaren hardly ever agrees with me on anything.\u201d I held my hand out to the Lizard Man, my shackles rattling. All four of us had been shackled together when we were thrown in. \u201cNow, is there anything you can do about these? Wearing these and trying to find our way through here is going to make things a lot more complicated than they need to be.\u201d<\/p>\n

As I suspected, Silvertan popped the locks with very little effort.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re much better than you originally let on,\u201d I commented, rubbing my wrists. \u201cYou could have easily got Boris\u2019 purse. So why the charade? Did you want to get caught?\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan was silent for a moment. \u201cNone of you were supposed to get involved. None of you were supposed to help. I had been watching Boris for days. I knew his pattern better than he did. I waited until he went into the Fallen Star, because I thought no one would come to his aid. Patrons would be too drunk. Wouldn\u2019t care.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo were you looking for some kind of death sentence,\u201d I asked, as my eyes glanced around the small cell we were now stuck in.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, my intention was to be thrown into Mount Grimrock,\u201d Silvertan hissed, his serpent tongue flickering. \u201cThere are legend of the Undying One\u2019s treasure that reach as far as my lands in the Terragrass Marshes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Terragrass Marshes. My mother told me about that place. It was called \u2018Terra-Gras\u2019 because of the whole Earthly feeling. Most who traveled through it called it the \u2018Terror Grass Marshes\u2019, however, because the amount of wild life, almost all of it, beyond lethal just from a small scratch or bite. Only the brave and the foolish ventured into the Terragrass Marshes.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you thought you would get caught, get arrested, then just thrown down here; make your way to the bottom, on your own, fighting everything that\u2019s said to be trapped in here and walk out with this incredible, and I might add \u2013 only a legend! \u2013 of a treasure?\u201d I sputtered.<\/p>\n

\u201cI had no intention of fighting anything,\u201d Silvertan retorted. \u201cI\u2019m a rogue. I live in the darkness. I come from the Terragrass Marshes. I know how to move without being seen, even if I am standing right in front of someone\u2019s gaze. I would have made my way down without any problem,\u201d Silvertan replied. \u201cAll you have done is complicate matters.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a wonderful way of saying, \u2018Thanks for trying to help me!\u2019\u201d I muttered as I walked towards the only exit; thick bars that blocked our way out.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t asked to be helped,\u201d Silvertan said again.<\/p>\n

I turned my head, \u201cGreat. Yeah, I get it. Thanks.\u201d I turned my attention back to the bars. \u201cThese slide up, but they\u2019re pretty rusted. Taren?\u201d<\/p>\n

The Minotaur stood, towering well over seven feet tall. Each step sounded like rolling thunder. His massive hands, bigger than my head, grabbed the bars and gave them a shove. The entire mountain seemed to scream in protest \u2013 but slowly, the bars rose and our only exit from the first room became available to us.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe least those bastards could have done is toss us down some weapons,\u201d I muttered.<\/p>\n

Posted Wed Aug 08, 2012 3:02 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lit torches.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a care taker that roams Mount Grimrock then.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a caretaker here,\u201d I said, as I detached the torch from the wall. \u201cIf we can time it right, we must be able to see how he\u2019s able to come through here\u2026 follow him out. There might be a secret passage he\u2019s using to get around everything. Grimrock is said to be full of secrets.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI \u2013tic!- hate to disappoint,\u201d the insectoid said, shaking his head. \u201cThere is no \u2013tic!- caretaker in Grimrock that lights \u2013tic!- these torches.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen how do they stay lit?\u201d I asked, turning to face Blaz\u2019tik.<\/p>\n

\u201cMagic,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik answered, matter-of-factly, as if I should have known. Seeing my blank expression he pressed on to explain, \u201cWhen Grimrock \u2013tic!- was made, magic was used \u2013tic!- to light the torches. The flames \u2013tic!- burn eternally, so long as \u2013tic!- connected to Grimrock. Like a rose \u2013tic!- the torch will continue to live; remove it from the wall, and its life and fire will \u2013tic!- eventually begin to fade. Plant it back on the wall \u2013tic!- and the fire will continue to burn, like a rose \u2013tic!- replanted in soil. If you look closely, each \u2013tic!- sconce is etched with magical runes. The magic that \u2013tic!- runs through Mount Grimrock looks for these, like \u2013tic!- veins of blood.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou speak like Mount Grimrock is alive,\u201d Taren huffed, through his massive black nostrils.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn many ways, -tic!-,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik explained, touching the wall fondly, \u201cMount Grimrock is very much alive.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I just say I hate magic,\u201d I muttered through clenched teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot surprising,\u201d Silvertan hissed, barely audible, \u201cconsidering your parents.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shot Silvertan a look that clearly spoke a single word; Silence. I slowly turned back to Blaz\u2019tik. \u201cYou mentioned on the airship that you were a mage. What magic can you do to help us out now?\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik shook his insectoid head \u2013 something he, in the short time I have gotten to know him \u2013 did entirely too frequently. \u201cNone \u2013tic!- sadly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean none? You said on the airship that\u2026\u201d I began to protest.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey took my spell \u2013tic!- components. I have nothing to \u2013tic!- cast any spells. Most of the spells I have \u2013tic!- memorized, but without the proper \u2013tic!- components, I can not cast anything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d I sighed.<\/p>\n

Nothing was going to be easy.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you need for these \u2018spell components\u2019,\u201d I asked, making air quotes with my fingers.<\/p>\n

\u201cSimple things. Moss. Bones. Dung of bats.\u201d<\/p>\n

Well that was a plus side. Most of that we could find here in Grimrock.<\/p>\n

Assuming we lived that long.<\/p>\n

Posted Tue Aug 14, 2012 4:22 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Every corner seems to have something.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s to the point that my mind has turned against me. Every fear I have ever had seems to be alive in Grimrock. The torch casts flicking shadows against the wall and it seems like something is always waiting just beyond the shadows; waiting for the torch to be extinguished.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you smell that,\u201d I heard Silvertan hiss behind me. I paused and sniffed at the air. All I could smell was the burning torch. I looked at Silvertan, whose scales seemed to be etched in blackness, with small shadows decorating and accentuating them.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t smell anything,\u201d I answered.<\/p>\n

Silvertan seemed to look at me with a twitch of disgust in his eyes. I am not sure if it was because of who I am, or the fact that I\u2019m human. He\u2019s said things that seem to elude to the idea that he might know who my parents are.<\/p>\n

\u201cTruluffs,\u201d he answered.<\/p>\n

I looked at him blankly. What he said made no sense to me. \u201cWhat is Truluffs?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMushrooms,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik answered. \u201cVery rare mushrooms.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExtremely rare, except in my homeland, within the Terragrass Marshes,\u201d Silvertan added.<\/p>\n

I looked back and forth between them. \u201cSo, what\u2019s the big deal with some mushrooms?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou humans use it for cooking,\u201d Silvertan answered. \u201cThough, they\u2019re very rare, because of the wild swine within the Terragrass Marshes\u2026 the truluff spores emit the same scent as the pheromone that the wild boars emit in their saliva. Thus the wild female swine, sniff them out and devour them. Later, when they excrete the remains, the spores replant themselves within the feces and the cycle begins anew. Truluffs require a dark, dank, moist environment.\u201d Silvertan seemed to smile, \u201cAlthough eating them raw will have \u2026 lucid effects, if they\u2019re not cooked \u2013 except to female swine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s all good, but I don\u2019t think anyone here is willing to sit down and cook a gourmet meal,\u201d I shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey are \u2013tic!- also highly prized as \u2013tic!- magical components,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said.<\/p>\n

\u201cMagical components,\u201d I said. \u201cNow that we can use. All right,\u201d I turned to Silvertan. \u201cWhich way?\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan walked by me, his serpent eyes on me until he passed me by. Taren, the minotaur caught it as well. \u201cWhat\u2019s his problem?\u201d Taren asked gruffly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wish I knew,\u201d I whispered. \u201cBut something tells me it may have to do something with my parents.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour parents?\u201d Taren asked. \u201cBut how could he know? You\u2019ve changed your name\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I said. \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

We followed Silvertan through the dungeon until we came into a massive room where the entire floor seemed to be made of mushrooms. \u201cThis,\u201d Silvertan\u2019s serpent like hiss was thick, \u201cis not natural. Someone made this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr something,\u201d Taren\u2019s nostrils flared, as if trying to use his own heightened sense of smell.<\/p>\n

\u201cGrab some mushrooms and make it quick,\u201d I said, gesturing to the massive mushroom patch.<\/p>\n

Then I heard it.<\/p>\n

Coming from the darkness down the hall, beyond the torch light.<\/p>\n

It sounded like a herd of angry turkeys.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat in the seven gods is that sound?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cHerders,\u201d Silvertan said, nodding. \u201cNow it makes sense. There\u2019s herders in here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is a herder?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA living mushroom, to make it quick,\u201d Silvertan said. \u201cThey\u2019re native to the Terragrass Marshes. I don\u2019t know what they\u2019re doing here. They\u2019re nothing to be fearful of \u2013 they\u2019re only a few inches in height. It\u2019s the Spore Herders and Elder Herders that you need to be very mindful of. They\u2019re extremely lethal.\u201d<\/p>\n

However, what came bursting through the darkness was hardly a few inches in height. These herders stood nearly four feet tall, appearing to be \u2013 as Silvertan noted \u2013 living mushrooms, with root like appendages for feet and arms.<\/p>\n

I began swinging my torch back and forth, as I stared back at Blaz\u2019tik. \u201cLet me guess, this is kind of like the worm situation? These guys used to be a few inches tall, but the magic inside this place has \u2018evolved\u2019 them to these larger species?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat \u2013tic!- sounds like the most \u2013tic!- logical explanation,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik nodded as he grabbed another handful of mushrooms.<\/p>\n

As we backed away we found stairs that led down a level. A rusty gate was between us and them as we reached the stairs. I looked at Taren, and without a word, he pulled the gate down, and part of the wall with his magnificent strength.<\/p>\n

As I turned around I saw a massive blue stone floating, and Blaz\u2019tik was already running his hands on it.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is that thing now?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cA heart,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik answered excitedly. \u201cThis stone \u2013tic!- is part of what gives Grimrock life. This stone helps ignite the torches I \u2013tic!- mentioned. It also helps \u2013tic!- shape the very things we have encountered.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe should smash it then,\u201d I explained.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik shook his head. \u201cDon\u2019t you see. This stone\u2026 it\u2019s magnificent. It\u2026 brings life\u2026 through magic.\u201d<\/p>\n

I frowned.<\/p>\n

And I saw Silvertan looking at me.<\/p>\n

I had made it clear I was not a fan of magic.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you\u2019re telling me, if one of us should fall in combat this stone\u2026 thing\u2026 could bring them back to life?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cHypothetically speaking,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said excitedly, \u201cThat\u2019s \u2013tic!- exactly what I am saying.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Mages here were messing with forces they shouldn\u2019t have,\u201d I said as we worked our way down to the second floor. Suddenly, the explanations, the horror stories of \u2018The Undying One\u2019 made much more sense\u2026<\/p>\n

Posted Wed Aug 15, 2012 2:38 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

It\u2019s a unique sound they make.<\/p>\n

The marching of Theraen Empire Soldiers. But if Grimrock has taught me anything in the brief couple of hours that I have been trapped in here; that things are not always what they seem. This would prove to be no different. We heard them marching so Silvertan scouted ahead, blending and moving through the darkness with incredible grace and ease. When he reappeared, he seemed to melt out of the shadow itself, startling me.<\/p>\n

\u201cUndead soldiers,\u201d he reported with his lisping voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course they\u2019re undead,\u201d I sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt \u2013tic!- makes sense,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik offered. \u201cJust as Grimrock gives life to \u2013tic!- everything else, the soldiers who once served as guards, probably rose \u2013tic!- after death to continue their one job. To protect \u2013tic!- Grimrock from would be grave robbers and thieves.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019ve got weapons,\u201d Silvertan smiled.<\/p>\n

I nodded. \u201cWe need to set up a trap. Silvertan, how many were there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFour,\u201d Silvertan replied. \u201cTwo front, two rear.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, Blaz\u2019tik, Silvertan, off to the side,\u201d I said. \u201cI am going to stay right here, feign a wound. This will draw them this way. As soon as they come through this passage,\u201d I looked at Taren.<\/p>\n

The massive minotaur nodded. \u201cConsider them dispatched.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m counting on you,\u201d I added.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d Taren seemed to smile gruffly. \u201cIt\u2019s not like I have you to blame for getting me shoved into Grimrock.\u201d He paused. \u201cOh wait, yes I do.\u201d He smiled, which seeing a minotaur is very eerie \u2013 rows of teeth, the canine teeth gleaming like miniature daggers.<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone\u2019s a comedian,\u201d I muttered.<\/p>\n

As I listened to the synchronized marching growing closer and closer, the more I questioned the sanity of my plan. As they became visible through the torchlight that flickered in the hall, it took every ounce of courage to stay there and not bolt. Even as their undead eyes, bleak, black empty pits focused on me, they did not increase their pace. Instead, they kept their eerie march speed, as if they knew that there was no need to rush me; I would either die at their hands, or at the hands of the things that had come to call Grimrock their home.<\/p>\n

As they stepped through the intersection, Taren Bloodhorn, with his head down, rammed into all four of them, just as they raised their spears. He slammed them against the wall; and in blinding fury began swinging his powerful fists, and stomping his feet. Bones snapped, crackled and shattered beneath his massive weight and strength. The fight was over in seconds.<\/p>\n

I rummaged the remains and grabbed a spear and shield for myself. Taren used a few bones, and some decayed leather to tie the bones together and make a club. Silvertan acquired one of their daggers, while Blaz\u2019tik refused to touch the remains of the dead. \u201cI do not wish to \u2013tic!- defile the dead,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are not defiling them,\u201d I countered. \u201cMagic defiled these soldiers thousands of years ago. We have given them the rest they have long since deserved. Assuming,\u201d I looked back at the pile of bones, \u201cthey don\u2019t rise again when the magic of Grimrock reanimates them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Fri Aug 17, 2012 3:16 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

A moment\u2019s rest.<\/p>\n

Something we all needed, and finally got. We had just killed off something else this cursed mountain or its makers had shaped with magic \u2013 something Blaz\u2019tik called \u201cCrowern.\u201d<\/p>\n

We made a fire and, despite how they looked, used our weapons to cook the flesh of these creatures.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what are these things?\u201d I asked the insectoid.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re a Mage\u2019s attempt \u2013tic!- at creating the ultimate currier \u2013tic!- bird,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said as he gnawed on a raw crowern remain. \u201cMages mutated and created \u2013tic!- the Crowern so that it could \u2013tic!- fly great distances, and defend itself, should it \u2013tic!- come under attack from those who try to stop \u2013tic!- the message from being delivered.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik regurgitated some of the meat then swallowed again. I felt myself get nauseous even as I continued to try and cook my dead crowern over the small fire. \u201cMore than \u2013tic!- likely,\u201d he continued as he gnawed on the raw meat, \u201cthe mages of Grimrock \u2013tic!- used the messenger birds\u2026 now, it\u2019s been so long that they haven\u2019t \u2013tic!- used them, the messenger birds continued to return to Grimrock, and breed among themselves \u2013tic!- until they were flying all over the dungeon, feeding on snails and \u2013tic!- anything else they came across.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo,\u201d Silvertan\u2019s slithering voice said, as he paced back and forth, keeping an eye down the hall. \u201cYou two,\u201d he gestured to Taren and I, \u201cseem very close. What\u2019s your story?\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt my muscles tense. Silvertan had made several references to my parents since we were thrown in here; but did not directly say anything. I saw Taren looking at me, as I nodded. \u201cBlood Oath,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you saved the minotaur\u2019s life?\u201d Silvertan asked, knowing that\u2019s how Blood Oath\u2019s worked in the Minotaur society.<\/p>\n

\u201cMutual,\u201d I said. \u201cWe saved each other\u2019s life. I released Taren from the Blood Oath. But he has told me that it\u2019s not been properly repaid.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was falsely accused of a crime in my city within Namaer,\u201d Taren explained.<\/p>\n

\u201cMay I ask what crime?\u201d Silvertan asked, his serpent like eyes focusing on Taren.<\/p>\n

\u201cMurder,\u201d Taren said matter-of-factly. This seemed to halt Silvertan\u2019s pacing. He looked at Tawmis. \u201cHe,\u201d Taren explained, gesturing at me, \u201chad been a slave in Namaer, working in the kitchen cleaning. He saw them prepping my final meal before my combat in the Arena.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren explained that Minotaurs charged with murder, were brought into the Arena of Justice, to fight legions of soldiers that poured into the Arena, wave after wave \u2013 usually until the Minotaur accused of murder was killed, or until the crowd began cheering for the Minotaur. Those who survived the Arena were pardoned, but not found innocent and thus exiled from Namaer.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen he saw them poisoning my final meal before the Arena, he made his way to the edge of the Arena, and jumped in, using the chains around his ankles and wrists, to help me in the Arena,\u201d Taren explained. \u201cThis action turned the crowd in my favor, and they began cheering for me. As always, the Emperor, fearful that those within the Arena might gain more popularity than himself; and that killing them would turn the crowds against him \u2013 he raised his hand and pardoned my murder, exiling both Tawmis and I from Namaer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what is the son of Contar Stoneskull and Yennica Whitefeather doing as a slave in Namaer?\u201d Silvertan asked, his slithering tongue flicking in and out, as if he could not wait to taste the answer on his scaled lips.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait, -tic!-\u201c Blaz\u2019tik suddenly exclaimed. \u201cYou\u2019re the \u2013tic!- son of Contar and Yennica?\u201d<\/p>\n

I sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am,\u201d I said, quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re the only ones said to \u2013tic!- ever have escaped Grimrock over \u2013tic!- twenty years ago!\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said excitedly, still gnawing on the raw crowern. \u201cYou must know \u2013tic!- of the Orb of Zhandul? The one that \u2013tic!- Sancsaron sought?\u201d<\/p>\n

There it was. The one thing the Mages had kidnapped me for. To pick my brain.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know about the Orb,\u201d I said, my voice edged with annoyance. \u201cThe Mages of Des \u2026 kidnapped me when I was only thirteen years old. And used magic to pick my brain apart, layer by layer, to see if my parents had ever mentioned it \u2013 and if I knew the Orb\u2019s location buried in my subconscious. When they couldn\u2019t find the answer, they knew they couldn\u2019t just put me back after there had been such a wide search for me. They sold me into slavery in Namaer for some trivial spell components.\u201d I turned to Silvertan, \u201cSo yes, I am the son of Contar and Yennica. And that is how I ended up a slave in Namaer.\u201d<\/p>\n

I could see it in Silvertan\u2019s serpent like eyes. The answer was not what he had hoped. He had thought that I was a spoiled boy, who grew up in riches.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey still seek you out,\u201d Silvertan said. \u201cYour parents.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI never went back,\u201d I answered. \u201cBetween what the Mages did to me\u2026 to my mind\u2026 and then a life of slavery\u2026 Their son is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

I knew why Blaz\u2019tik asked about the Orb. According to the rumor, my parents found the Orb in Grimrock, and having determined it was too powerful for any mortal to possess \u2013 did away with the weapon. But the Mages speculate that such a weapon can not be destroyed; and that it must be hidden somewhere.<\/p>\n

Posted Sun Aug 26, 2012 4:25 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

I stared at the runes with a raised eye brow.<\/p>\n

There was a locked door, and despite Taren Bloodhorn\u2019s best efforts, he could not shatter it. That mean the door was guarded by magic. Which, of course, would explain the magic runes next to the door. \u201cI can\u2019t tell what the Flerigan that says.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik stepped forward, \u201cAllow me.\u201d He crumbled up some of the mushrooms in his hand, and began chanting, \u201cHerd ben has wot, sey thay dew wot, werds the me sho, wey the me sho!\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik then took the mushrooms that were now glowing a faint blue, and rubbed them across the runes. And slowly the very runes themselves glowed a gentle green color and revealed the words, \u201cA Lone Pillar Of Light Stands Alone In The Night.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWonderful,\u201d I sighed. \u201cA riddle. The Mages who made Grimrock didn\u2019t think using their magic to animate the dead, and twist living things into new creatures was enough\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is not just a riddle,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik answered. \u201cThis comes from an old story.\u201d Blaz\u2019tik stopped to think about it. \u201cThe Three Gods. When they first discovered our world \u2013 the Three Gods \u2013 The Trinity \u2013 battled for who would rule over the World.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am familiar with the story,\u201d Taren nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe story goes that the Trinity came to our world, each with a desire for it. One wanted to rule it, One wanted to burn it, One wanted to give it life,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe God who sought to Burn the World, battled the Life Giver, and burned his light out. That is how Saolaviris became The Moon.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe God who sought to Rule the World, battled the Life Giver, and was shattered and spread across the skies, which is how Yularien became the Stars.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the Life Giver, Trelena, became our sun. The story ends, with \u2018A Lone Pillar Of Light Stands Alone In The Night\u2019 \u2013 surrounded by the moon and stars.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe torches,\u201d Taren said, looking at the other torches in the room. \u201cOnly one must remain. But which?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe one facing the door,\u201d I said. \u201cBecause that\u2019s the one facing the door \u2013 the way we need to go.\u201d<\/p>\n

Quickly the others snuffed the remaining torches save for the one facing door with the runes on the wall. And as the last torch died, the door rose\u2026<\/p>\n

Posted Thu Aug 30, 2012 3:31 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

(I feel the origin of Tawmis was a little sparse, so I revisited it…)<\/em><\/p>\n

There\u2019s a thousand reasons I hate Mages.<\/p>\n

One of which, they raped my childhood from me. When I was thirteen years old, a sect of Mages from the Academy of Des, known as The Crimson Order, abducted me and ripped my mind apart with magic; stripping away at me, layer by layer, seeking to uncover the possibility that somewhere, deep within my subconsciousness, I had heard my parents speak of Orb of Zhandul which was rumored to hold almost limitless god-like magical powers.<\/p>\n

Day after day, they stripped away another layer of my mind. The sensation is similar to having your skin peeled away by a dull knife. Day after day, crying out for help \u2013 and all you get are shadowy figures hiding beneath their cloaks, chanting their magic, and ripping your mind apart. Day after day, month after month, year after year, for seven years.<\/p>\n

For seven long years, I wondered why my mother, Yennica Whitefeather, one of the most powerful Mages, never found me, never rescued me.<\/p>\n

For seven long years, I had those Mages of the Crimson Order rip my mind apart. I believe at some point they stopped caring about finding the Orb of Zhandul, and just didn\u2019t know what to do with me \u2013 so I became their experiment, their plaything.<\/p>\n

Once I was 20, and I could fight back \u2013 they knew they had to get rid of me. They took me and traded me in Namaer \u2013 where I was thrown into slavery. I was forced to work the kitchen \u2013 where, one day I recognized the distinct smell of Crularious \u2013 a plant used to slow down the bleeding. The Crimson Order had used it on me, when they cut me open, experimenting on me. It has a different effect when consumed; it poisons the blood stream when digested, causing grogginess. I watched as they crumbled it into a serving a food that was meant for \u201cone of the gladiators of the ring.\u201d<\/p>\n

I managed to become one of the servers for the food that day; and saw that it was meant for one of the minotaurs \u2013 Taren Bloodhorn \u2013 as his final meal before the gladiator ring. I tried to warn him before he consumed the food about its contents, but I couldn\u2019t reach him. So when he entered the ring, I could see that the poison was already taking effect. He was lucid, barely aware of his surroundings. So I did something that came from somewhere deep within me \u2013 I jumped the railing and yanked my chains with me, and stood next to him, and helped him. The crowd cheered at this unexpected turn of events, thrilled to see chaos among the guards who had tried to stop me.<\/p>\n

In truth, I was ready to die.<\/p>\n

I wanted to die.<\/p>\n

I had no childhood. I had no good memories. I was a slave. Beaten.<\/p>\n

I was ready to die. This was my way of fighting those that would suppress the wills of others.<\/p>\n

Back to back, we fought round after round of charging minotaurs, until the crowd had become so enamored with effort to survive \u2013 that they roared our names. The King was forced to call an end to the fight, or face the possibility that he would lose favoritism with the people.<\/p>\n

After being paraded around for several days, we were set free, but banned from returning to Namaer.<\/p>\n

Taren swore a blood oath to me, that one day, he would repay saving my life. I told him, I had not wanted him to walk with me because of a Blood Oath. I had already been a slave, I knew what it was like, and I would wish it on no other.<\/p>\n

Truth be told, the death wish that dwells within me, has long remained. Taren has repaid his Blood Oath to me more times than I can remember. Too many times, since our freedom, have I provoked a fight that I knew I could not win. Too many times to remember, it was Taren who showed up and saved me, time and time again.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t until Taren nearly died for me, that I saw something I had never seen before.<\/p>\n

Friendship. Love. Caring.<\/p>\n

He was not with me because of the Blood Oath. He was with me because he was my friend.<\/p>\n

My first, true, honest friend.<\/p>\n

That moment changed my life forever.<\/p>\n

But the one thing that has never \u2013 and perhaps never will change \u2013 is my hatred for The Mages.<\/p>\n

Because as soon as the riddle was solved and the door opened, there was a row of undead archers\u2026<\/p>\n

Posted Mon Sep 03, 2012 9:36 am<\/strong><\/p>\n

The arrows fly by as we take cover on each side of the hall.<\/p>\n

They\u2019re all looking at me for an idea. To lead them.<\/p>\n

Why? I have been nothing but a slave for most of my life.<\/p>\n

Then it dawns on me. Now that they know who my true parents are, they\u2019re expecting something out of the \u201clegendary son\u201d of Contar and Yennica. But I am not that son. I am not the son I should have \u2013 could have been. The Mages saw to that when they stripped me of my mind, and tore away at the very fiber of my soul.<\/p>\n

They\u2019re waiting for me to tell them what to do.<\/p>\n

How to get out of this.<\/p>\n

Since we have been pushed in here, we have been reacting to Mount Grimrock.<\/p>\n

We will never survive this way.<\/p>\n

We have to be proactive if we hope to survive this.<\/p>\n

I looked at Taren Bloodhorn. For several years now, he has walked side by side with me. He has seen the look in my eyes. He knows what it means.<\/p>\n

We fight. We make a stand. Live or die. We will not go down as cowards.<\/p>\n

And I will tear down every Mage enabled abomination that stands in front of me.<\/p>\n

I looked to the others, \u201cWe will not survive like this. We need to take action. It may be our death, but let those Mages know we did not die like cowards. That we stood and fought, not cowered in the corner. I have an idea\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

I stood in the door way and watched five archers take aim and fire; as soon as their boney fingers were about to release; I stepped to the side and let the arrows fly harmlessly by. If anything, these archers, because of their undead status, were considerably slower than they were when they were living. I stood in the hallway immediately again, and watched \u2013 and counted \u2013 nine seconds, before I had to step aside again.<\/p>\n

I looked at Taren. The massive minotaur nodded. \u201cNine seconds, to reach them,\u201d I explained. \u201cAfter that, the rest of us charge in.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stood in the hallway again; and another round of arrows launched. As soon as I stepped aside, Taren charged in, head down and gorged three of the undead archers; as much as a minotaur can gorge something without flesh. Two impaled on his horns, one he grabbed by the spine as he charged by. As the undead archers slowly turned to face him, Silvertan and I ran in, striking the undead from behind, trying to shatter their spines; hoping this would quickly end the fight.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik meanwhile chanted something that was beyond any of us to understand. \u201cChalek \u2013tic!- tavarium kon-Chala!\u201d<\/p>\n

And from his fingertips bolts of lightning erupted, honing in on the skeletons tattered, metallic armor.<\/p>\n

I watched as the undead archer that Taren Bloodhorn had grabbed by the spine was flung around like a child\u2019s plaything. In many ways, I hoped these undead could not feel whatever pain Taren was putting it through. Granted it had no skin, no nerves, no feelings \u2013 but it was a restless spirit because of the Mages and their cursed magic.<\/p>\n

I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and looked down to see an arrow sticking out of it. I looked up to see Silvertan still struggling with one of the undead archers. \u201cMy apologies,\u201d he hissed. \u201cThis one has quite a bit of fight in him.\u201d<\/p>\n

That\u2019s when I saw Taren approach it, and with one punch from his massive fist, he shattered its skull and spine, sending the rest of the undead horror, crumbling to the ground. \u201cYou nearly hit me,\u201d Silvertan hissed.<\/p>\n

\u201cCasualties of war,\u201d Taren growled and ran to me. \u201cAre you all right, my friend?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFine,\u201d I muttered. \u201cJust yank it-\u201c<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t wait for me to finish before he pulled the arrow out. I screamed in pain as the arrow head ripped at my flesh. I could feel the warmth of the crimson blood seeping into my shirt. I looked at Taren and winced, \u201cI don\u2019t suppose you have any Crularious, do you?\u201d (1)<\/p>\n

Taren shook his head. \u201cYou have an odd sense of humor, my friend. You could have been killed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe all could have,\u201d I answered, placing my hand on the wound to apply pressure. \u201cBut we can\u2019t live in Fear here. We have to take charge. Take control. Or Grimlock will claim us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan extended his hand to me to help me up. \u201cI am truly sorry I was unable to stop the archer before he fired, human.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe you,\u201d I said as I stood, wincing. \u201cWe need all of us to survive this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAgreed,\u201d he nodded. \u201cI am also sorry for how I treated you previously. I thought you a spoiled child, who somehow ended up in here, trying to prove yourself as \u2018legendary\u2019 as your parents. I see now I should have learned more about you and what you have gone through.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s have a drink over all of this when we get out of here,\u201d I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cAgreed,\u201d Silvertan repeated. \u201cI shall pay for the drinks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTry not to pay from one of the King\u2019s Men\u2019s pockets,\u201d I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cFair enough,\u201d Silvertan smiled.<\/p>\n

Posted Tue Jul 30, 2013 10:25 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tawmis Sanarius \u2013 Human (Son of Contar Stoneskull and Yennica Whitefeather)
Taren Bloodhorn \u2013 Minotaur
Blaz\u2019tik \u2013 Insectoid
Silvertan \u2013 LizardmanHow many days has it been?Day and night pass, without any way to record it. I feel like I have danced on the edge of my sanity; and yet the others continue to look to me for leadership. How was I, a rich, spoiled, runaway child, \u201celected\u201d as leader of this motley crew?<\/p>\n

My brown eyes, hazy and unfocused, looked at Taren Bloodhorn, the massive minotaur who had been my friend for years now; and the only person on this world I truly trusted.<\/p>\n

Taren extended his hand to me. I felt his firm grip as he pulled me up, his eyes never leaving mine. \u201cYou\u2019re growing weak. Despite Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s efforts, the wound you got from the arrow has become infected.\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled at Taren, and shrugged off his concern. \u201cI\u2019m just a little tired.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tarne\u2019s eyes went to my shoulder, where he had tore the shirt apart to rip the arrow out. The edge of the wound was black. I quickly covered the infection with the tattered remains of my shirt. \u201cLike I said, I\u2019m just a little tired.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren huffed, the sounds reverberating in his throat, like rusted, iron gears turning for the first time in centuries. I took another deep breath, \u201cWe need to keep moving. We\u2019ve been down here for weeks now, possibly, surviving on meat of slugs \u2013\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cSnails,\u201d Silvertan smiled, correcting me again.<\/p>\n

\u201cRight, snails,\u201d I amended. \u201cWho knows what eating that meat is doing to us, being tainted by magic,\u201d I went on to explain. \u201cWe need to get out of this place. Now.\u201d I began moving forward.<\/p>\n

Taren followed my footsteps until Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s insectoid arms grabbed him, halting the minotaur. Taren looked down at the Insectoid. \u201cThe wound,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik began to explain, \u201cit has \u2013 tic!- become more and more infected. He will not\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren tore his arm away from Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s grasp. \u201cHe will be fine. We will get out of this. We will find him proper medical attention.\u201d The minotaur quickened his pace to walk behind Tawmis.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik frowned. The Insectoid Mage knew that the human\u2019s wound had become infected with The Void Touch; an infection that spread into the blood stream, turning it black, spreading rapidly. The infected individual would first suffer fevers, which the human had already begun; then become delusional, then finally a very painful death. The honorable thing would be to kill the human now. There was no way to escape Mount Grimrock in time and get a cure. The human would be dead soon; and death would be extremely painful.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s burning up in here.<\/p>\n

I can barely breathe. Too many people.<\/p>\n

There. I see Taren. \u201cTaren!\u201d I shout. \u201cOver here!\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren Bloodhorn. Minotaur. My best friend. My only friend.<\/p>\n

I pat Taren on the shoulder, which takes some effort, since he towers over me, as all Minotaurs typically stand no less than seven feet tall. \u201cWhat shall we drink tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren looked at me, \u201cDrink? There\u2019s nothing to drink.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNonsense!\u201d I replied, gesturing with a wide sweep of my arm. \u201cAt the Silent Quill, there\u2019s over sixty different ales to pick from \u2013 and,\u201d I added with a wink, \u201csome of the finest ladies! Even some female Minotaurs. Though,\u201d I nudged him, \u201cI am glad you can tell the difference between male and female Minotaurs.\u201d<\/p>\n

I could hear another voice, barely audible over the crowd within the Silent Quill.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s \u2013tic!- hallucinating,\u201d the voice said.<\/p>\n

\u201cHallucinating?\u201d I turned to face the Insectoid, and suddenly found myself no longer standing in the Silent Quill. I was in some kind of dungeon.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s going on here?\u201d I grabbed the Insectoid by his tattered robes. \u201cWhere have you teleported us to?\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren\u2019s strong, black, furry arms separated us. \u201cHe hasn\u2019t teleported us anywhere, Tawmis. He\u2019s right. You\u2019re hallucinating. It\u2019s the infection.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe infection?\u201d I began to ask, then I felt it. The pain in my shoulder. I moved my shirt and saw the black around the wound. I covered it again, and looked at Taren. \u201cIt won\u2019t be long now will it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m \u2013tic!- afraid not,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik replied. \u201cThe fever, then \u2013tic!- the hallucination, then the \u2013tic!- pain as the final blackness goes through the heart,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik explained matter-of-factly. \u201cIt will feel like \u2013tic!- a thorny rose stem going through \u2013tic!- your bloodstream when it reaches your heart.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRose stem,\u201d I muttered. \u201cHow\u2026 unromantic.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a time, all I wanted to do was die.<\/p>\n

For this life, I had been given, to be over.<\/p>\n

When the Mages from the Academy of Des, known as the Crimson Order, ripped my mind apart, peeling back memory after memory, and burning them like old parchments, seeking the location of the Orb of Zhandul; knowing that my parents were the only ones rumored to have ever escaped Mount Grimrock, and supposed found the Orb and put it somewhere, because the items was so powerful it could not be destroyed by Mortals.<\/p>\n

When the Mages found that I knew nothing, they sold me into slavery, in hopes I would perish, or that the people of Namaer would be blamed for my abduction, leaving the Crimson Order free of blame.<\/p>\n

But the day I jumped into the Arena to help defend Taren Bloodhorn, my life took a drastic turn. Suddenly all the thoughts of dying, perished as I fought by this incredible noble Minotaur, who I could tell was innocent of the crimes he had been charged with.<\/p>\n

Now it\u2019s here. Death.<\/p>\n

I can feel it breathing on my neck. It whispers my name.<\/p>\n

I can almost hear it laughing.<\/p>\n

Telling me to surrender. To give up. To stop living. So that I could finally be free of Mount Grimrock and find the peace I so richly deserved.<\/p>\n

But I kept taking that next step forward.<\/p>\n

My stomach churned. My hands trembled. My knees ached. I felt the world spinning every second I took just one more breath.<\/p>\n

Giving up would have been the easiest thing to do.<\/p>\n

But that\u2019s when I realized, I never wanted to die. Not even when the Mages of the Crimson Order broke my mind and spirit. Not even when I jumped into the Arena to help defend Taren against impossible odds.<\/p>\n

I never wanted to die.<\/p>\n

I wanted to fight. Fight to keep living.<\/p>\n

I would not die by giving up.<\/p>\n

If I was to die, it would be for a noble cause.<\/p>\n

Something that others, who survived, would speak about. Tell the tales. So that I would live on, as an immortal, in the form of evolving stories of my heroics.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, we don\u2019t get to pick how we die.<\/p>\n

It suddenly felt as something gripped my heart with a chilled fist.<\/p>\n

I suddenly felt the massive hands of Taren pull me back out of the corridor I had been struggling to walk in. A cold chill ran down my body. As I turned to look at everyone else; I could see they were all experiencing the same thing.<\/p>\n

So it wasn\u2019t Death.<\/p>\n

Unless it had come for us all; at the same time. (Not entirely impossible down here, I imagine).<\/p>\n

From the shadows I saw it.<\/p>\n

A figure adorned in black robes, that somehow seemed darker than the unlit shadows of Grimrock. What should have been fingers looked like extended tentacles, like that of an octopus. My eyes stared in abject horror, when I noticed, cloaked in the dark shadows of its hood, there was no facial features; but slithering forth were the same tentacle appearance. Marble white to grey in color, the figure seemed to float across the floor.<\/p>\n

When we were sure it was gone, Taren turned to Blaz\u2019tik, \u201cWhat in the Gods was that thing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStories \u2013tic!-,\u201d the Insectoid began to explain, \u201ccalls them \u2018Goromorg\u2019,\u201d he shrugged, \u201cwhich loosely \u2013tic!- translates in the \u2018Common\u2019 tongue as \u2018The Soul Stealers.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat certainly,\u201d Silvertan hissed, \u201cexplains the sensation I felt in my chest.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey \u2013tic!- emit an aurora of fear,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik explained. \u201cRumor \u2013tic!- has it, that the Goromorg are the original Designers of Mount Grimrock.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe First Mages?\u201d I asked. \u201cThat would make them\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThousands of years old,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik finished my sentence. \u201cYes. Once believed to be human, the Designers \u2013 the First Mages \u2013 obsessed with magic, sold their \u2013tic!- very sanity and souls, to improve and learn \u2013tic!- and become better Mages. It is said \u2013tic!- that they made a pact with a \u2018Dark God\u2019 that \u2013tic!- bestowed these powers upon them and supposed \u2013tic!- changed them in its image. They are, without a doubt, -tic!- the most powerful Mages in existence, but the cost \u2013tic!- of magic was \u2026 what you saw. They \u2013tic!- no longer appear human. They \u2013tic!- emanate that fear \u2013tic!- aurora, because there is nothing human \u2013 it\u2019s literally the \u2013tic!- magic within them flowing outward, seeking to drain any and all \u2013tic!- magic it senses!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy did it not detect you?\u201d Silvertan asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause without my spellbooks, I am \u2013tic!- unable to memorize spells,\u201d the Insectoid shrugged. \u201cThere is next to no magic \u2013tic!- emanating from me, and any magic that is \u2013tic!- is drowned out by the more powerful magic flowing within \u2013tic!- Grimrock.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I felt it.<\/p>\n

I clutched at my chest. I bit down as hard as I could.<\/p>\n

Taren was at my side. \u201cWhat is it? What is wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRose\u2026 bushes,\u201d I managed to sputter out.<\/p>\n

Damn the Mage. He was right. It literally felt like a rose stem was being pumped through my veins; and its thorns were ripping me apart inside.<\/p>\n

I let out a scream and collapsed.<\/p>\n

Just before I faded into darkness, I heard Blaz\u2019tik say, \u201cIt heard. It\u2019s coming back. I can sense it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Perhaps Taren is right.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, I\u2019m simply too stubborn.<\/p>\n

Even to die, it seems.<\/p>\n

My eyes fluttered open.<\/p>\n

Immediately I was gripped by the pulse pounding sensation of fear, which only seemed to rush the sensation of \u2018the rose stem\u2019 growing through my veins. I let out a gurgle of pain, blood trickling out of my mouth and onto the cold, grey floor of Grimrock. I stared up and saw that demon mage thing \u2013 the Goromorg had Silvertan in one of its tentacle hands, and Blaz\u2019tik in the other; while its face had somehow ensnared Taren\u2019s own face, and appeared to be sucking the life from him. Taren\u2019s body was rigid, not moving.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I growled. \u201cNo. Not like this. Not like this. This is not how he dies.\u201d<\/p>\n

I forced myself up, my arms shaking violently, my body begging me to lay down again and sleep the Forever Sleep.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s thing about me, I realized early.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want to die like this.<\/p>\n

I am fighting to live.<\/p>\n

I force myself up, first onto my knees, then slowly I stand and draw the sword I had acquired from one of the undead soldiers earlier. I wanted to run and charge the Goromorg, but I could barely walk, without needing the wall to support me.<\/p>\n

The Goromorg seemed so focused on devouring the soul of my dearest friend that it had never heard me approach. I shoved my sword into the creature\u2019s back, and aimed the blade upward. I wasn\u2019t even sure if this damn thing could be killed.<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t even let out any sounds of pain. It did, however, drop all three of my companions and turn its attention on me. When it turned, it yanked the sword out of my feeble grip. If anything, I had bought my companions, and my dearest friends, only a few more seconds of life, assuming they were not dead already.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome at me,\u201d I spat at the creature, my blood splashing onto its black robes.<\/p>\n

It seemed to pause and stare at the bloodstain for a moment, before both tentacle hands lunged around my throat, wrapping around it tightly, like slimy, tiny, extended fingers. I tried to raise my arms to fight it, to somehow pull myself free \u2013 but this was it. I had given everything I could.<\/p>\n

This was how I would die.<\/p>\n

Staring into the soulless eyes of this Goromorg.<\/p>\n

Suddenly the Goromorg rose about three feet; a look of surprise in its soulless eyes; before the white glow faded to a cold grey, and the creature released its hold on me. We both collapsed to the ground; me, dying, my own legs unable to support my weight; the Goromorg, dead.<\/p>\n

I looked up and saw Taren\u2019s minotaur horns covered in black blood.<\/p>\n

He immediately kneeled down, \u201cYou did it. You saved us.\u201d<\/p>\n

I chuckled, blood glistening on my lips, \u201cThat\u2019s what a hero does.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe thought you were dead already, as did the Goromorg as it passed you,\u201d Taren tried to smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cI got better,\u201d I muttered. My vision was fading. He was a lot more blurry than I remembered him being. Reminded me of that one night at the Red Dragon Inn \u2013 I don\u2019t think I have ever been as drunk as I was that night.<\/p>\n

But this wasn\u2019t because I was intoxicated.<\/p>\n

This was it.<\/p>\n

I was finally, truly, dying.<\/p>\n

My hand reached out to Taren\u2019s rough, Minotaur cheek. \u201cLive. Make it through here. For me. Tell my story\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren swore that Minotaurs were incapable of crying, because they lacked tear ducts in their eyes, but I could swear I saw his eyes glittering more than usual in the torchlight.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will, my friend,\u201d I heard him say. \u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then my world went black for the last time.<\/p>\n

(Writer’s Note:<\/strong> I flipped back and forth from narrative perspective; because in hindsight, I wouldn’t have done it directly from Tawmis’ view; because it limits what I can do! I returned to this story, because I purchased Realms of Arkania on STEAM {if you haven’t, you should, especially if you like Legend of Grimrock). Anyway, was just going to be a short segment, but the characters had a lot to say apparently, and it just kept going… so is this the end? You don’t REALLY think this is the end, right?)<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

Posted Thu Aug 01, 2013 1:13 am<\/strong><\/p>\n

Another very long segment… Apparently leaving these companions in Grimrock for too long has them really wanting to continue their tale…<\/em><\/p>\n

Tawmis Sanarius \u2013 Human (Son of Contar Stoneskull and Yennica Whitefeather)
Taren Bloodhorn \u2013 Minotaur
Blaz\u2019tik \u2013 Insectoid
Silvertan \u2013 Lizardman<\/p>\n

\u201cWe carry him,\u201d Taren Bloodhorn growled.<\/p>\n

Silvertan, his scales glistening in the flicking torch light, looked up, his voice hissing, \u201cYou can\u2019t be serious? He will slow us down.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI will not leave the one who died so that we might live, down here, to be devoured by Crowern or some other horror,\u201d Taren\u2019s nostrils flared, his eyes dashing, looking for someone to challenge him.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik placed his insect like arm on the Minotaur\u2019s shoulder. \u201cI understand what \u2013tic!- your friend meant to you, but the \u2013tic!- Lizardman is right. We carry the human, -tic!- we slow down. And in here, as you have seen, -tic!- sometimes split second reactions can make all the difference \u2013tic!- in the world between life and a very painful \u2013tic!- death.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you will have to leave without me,\u201d Taren said as he kneeled down and picked up Tawmis\u2019 body. \u201cI will not leave my friend behind.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik looked at Silvertan, hoping the Lizardman might have something to add to reason with the Minotaur. Instead, Silvertan simply shook his head, \u201cThey\u2019re, no pun intended, bull headed. When they\u2019ve made up their mind about something, that\u2019s it. I am sure this Blood Oath that\u2019s between them simply further complicates matters.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren walked by the silent duo as they watched massive Minotaur, muscles rippling with each step, walk past them.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a good idea,\u201d Silvertan hissed sarcastically through his thin, lizard-like lips, \u201cto have your fighter with his hands full, in a dungeon chalk full of death around every corner.\u201d<\/p>\n

As they moved through Mount Grimrock in silence, Blaz\u2019tik was overjoyed to find Herders that had been shredded. Eagerly his insectoid fingers clutched at that shattered remains of the once living mushroom like creatures. \u201cThis make \u2013tic!- excellent spell components,\u201d he explained, as Silvertan paused to stare at the strange creature questionably.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat destroyed them,\u201d Silvertan hissed. \u201cThat\u2019s what I want to know. The way they\u2019re just scattered about\u2026 whatever did it\u2026 did it simply to destroy.\u201d Silvertan kneeled down and sniffed at some of the remains, \u201cNo. Something fed on these. But\u2026 what I smell\u2026 it can not be. There\u2019s no way that they would be down here\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Then there was a roar that came from far ahead of them.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik looked up and stared at Silvertan. \u201cWhat\u2026 was \u2013tic- that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan threw down the remains of the Herder. \u201cTrouble. Very, very, serious trouble. Taren,\u201d Silvertan hissed the Minotaur\u2019s name.<\/p>\n

Taren Bloodhorn turned slightly.<\/p>\n

Silvertan gestured for the Minotaur to come back. Slowly the Minotaur made his way back to the Lizardman and the Insectoid, still carrying Tawmis\u2019 body. \u201cWhat?\u201d the Minotaur asked, clearly showing his annoyance and being beckoned back.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou must have heard that roar,\u201d Silvertan began.<\/p>\n

\u201cAn Ogre,\u201d Taren explained.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know?\u201d Silvertan asked, surprised, \u201cAnd yet you walk in the direction the howl came from. I would recommend we turn around. Find another way.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is no other way,\u201d Taren said, matter-of-factly. \u201cWe\u2019ve been marking the walls. We\u2019ve gone in circles several times now. This passage is the only way ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf there is an Ogre ahead, then the only thing that passage will lead to is death,\u201d Silvertan explained. \u201cOgres frequently raided our homes in the Terragrass Marshes. They would decimate our population, slaughter our men, women and offspring \u2013 including the defenseless eggs. And for what? The sheer pleasure of murder and mayhem.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am quite familiar with Ogres,\u201d Taren explained. \u201cIn my homeland, in the City of Namaer; below our city is a large maze. When we reach the age of sixteen seasons; the men have to venture into one end of the maze and come out the other. It\u2019s disorienting, and constantly changing. The walls move. Floors give way to lethal traps. But it\u2019s not just the maze that tries to end your life. The maze is riddled with Tunnel Ogres, whose only goal is to crush your skull and feast on your flesh; because that is the only food they will get down there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is\u2026 a horrible tradition,\u201d Silvertan gasped.<\/p>\n

\u201cBe it what it may,\u201d Taren answered plainly, \u201cit forges us into warriors. It makes us very aware of our surroundings.\u201d He turned and faced the passage from which the Ogre\u2019s howl had come from, \u201cNow, if you don\u2019t mind, I wish to proceed forward.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan looked at Blaz\u2019tik, who shrugged his insect shoulders, stuffing the last of the crumpled Herder corpses into his pouch. He had never encountered an Ogre of any kind; though he had heard enough stories to know that they were best avoided at all costs. Even Minotaurs, despite all of their strength, knowledge, and courage, took alternate paths, if it meant avoiding an Ogre.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s lost his \u2013tic!- best friend,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik clicked his mandibles. \u201cAnd now, he \u2013tic!- seeks his own death.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Silvertan shook his head, following close behind Taren, who did not pay any attention to the Lizardman or the Insectoid behind him. \u201cSuicide is dishonorable to the Minotaur people. I think he has it in his head, that his rage, and his heart and passion for his friend, will give him whatever strength he needs to keep the promise of us living through this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut that \u2013tic!- is ridiculous,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik sighed. \u201cThere is no logical \u2013tic!- explanation that would permit such a feat.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan paused. \u201cDo not underestimate love, my friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLove?\u201d Blaz\u2019tik paused.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve never known it myself,\u201d Silvertan said, after a moment of silence; his own mind reflecting to a distant memory of his own. \u201cBut they say that it is the most powerful weapon this world has to give us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStill \u2013tic!- nonsense,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik contended. \u201cYou can not \u2013tic!- tell me that \u2018love\u2019 would protect him from a magical lightning bolt.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can tell you that,\u201d Silvertan said, almost smiling. \u201cI just wouldn\u2019t tell him that,\u201d he gestured towards Taren who was still walking at a steady pace.<\/p>\n

The roaring of the Ogre\u2019s fury was getting closer.<\/p>\n

Silvertan turned to Blaz\u2019tik, \u201cBe ready with your magic. I do not know what the Minotaur plans to do. But we must be ready to fight. To possibly give the Minotaur a chance to put the body of his friend down and fight this Ogre.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s fingers nervously began fiddling with the gathered spell components he had acquired while being trapped in Mount Grimrock with the others. \u201cI \u2013tic!- shall be ready.\u201d<\/p>\n

The poorly illuminated hall opened up to a large room, where a number of skeletons could be seen having been scattered about. Most who entered Mount Grimlock hardly ever made it past this room.<\/p>\n

There was a furious howl; that of an Ogre.<\/p>\n

The towering, grotesque figure, which bore a close resemblance to perhaps a hairless minotaur; only towering another two feet above a standard Minotaur, pounded at on its deathly, grey colored flesh before picking up its mallet and proceeding to charge.<\/p>\n

Taren did not even react as quickly as one might expect; instead, he slowly began to kneel down and lay the body of his dead friend gently on the ground, with all the respect one might expect a knight to give that of a king.<\/p>\n

It had only been Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s quick thinking to shout, \u201cChal\u2019nul Ku\u2019lak!\u201d while crushing bat dung and the remains of the Herder\u2019s body fragments within his hand. A lightning shield appeared in front of Taren, which the Ogre slammed into. Electricity sparked wildly through the air, sending everyone\u2019s hair standing on end. The Ogre began furiously pounding on the electrical shield, even as Taren slowly began to stand.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik winced, straining \u2013 his will against the brute strength of the Ogre, to maintain the spell. \u201cI can not \u2013tic!- hold this spell \u2013tic!- much longer! The creature is too -tic!- powerful!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLower the shield,\u201d Taren said, no emotion in his voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cDraw your weapon first, Taren,\u201d Silvertan said, drawing his own dagger.<\/p>\n

\u201cLower the shield,\u201d Taren repeated, with the same emotionless tone.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik looked at Silvertan questioningly. It certainly seemed like suicide. \u201cYou\u2019re \u2013tic!- sure about suicide being dishonorable, -tic!- correct?\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan did not reply; he simply nodded as he gripped the hilt of his dagger. Blaz\u2019tik nodded in return and whispered, \u201cKu\u2019lak Cha\u2019nul,\u201d and reversed the spell so the electrical shield that had protected them from the Ogre\u2019s violent wrath came down.<\/p>\n

The Ogre brought his mallet down; surprisingly to Blaz\u2019tik and Silvertan, Taren caught the Ogre\u2019s arm by its wrist and stopped it. An Ogre\u2019s strength, even when young, was said to be three to five times that of the most durable and powerful minotaurs. Yet, Taren seemed to stop it as easily as he might have stopped an elf\u2019s attempt to punch him.<\/p>\n

This infuriated the Ogre, who then brought his other first crashing across Taren\u2019s bull-like face. The blow struck hard enough to draw copious amounts of blood from Taren\u2019s mouth, but the minotaur did not buckle under the Ogre\u2019s crushing blow. The massive minotaur stared at the Ogre, who was now more furious than ever, that the Minotaur before it was somehow still standing.<\/p>\n

Taren reached out with his free hand and grabbed the Ogre\u2019s massive throat. The Ogre let out a surprised gurgling sound, but realized that despite the size of the Minotaur\u2019s massive hand, it wasn\u2019t enough to clasp around the Ogre\u2019s throat to choke the life from it.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone tell me to stop what I am about to do,\u201d Silvertan hissed to no one in particular. He stepped back and vanished into the shadows.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik looked around a moment later and saw that the Lizardman had vanished. \u201cHe\u2019s \u2013tic!- abandoned us! Snuck by the \u2013tic!- Ogre while Taren \u2013tic!- fights it!\u201d There was no time to panic. The Insectoid tried desperately to calm itself. Magic, it could fight. But sheer, brute strength. A hatred for anything living. That shook Blaz\u2019tik to the core. He could already envision this Ogre cracking the Insectoid\u2019s carapace shell and eating his insides, while he was probably still alive, no doubt!<\/p>\n

\u201cErfin\u2019ten,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik blurted as bursts of flames flew from his fingertips, flying around Taren\u2019s massive body and striking the intended enemy. \u201cSilvertan has left us,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik called out frantically.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo not be so sure,\u201d Taren growled as he thrust his head forward and brought one of his horns, biting deep into the Ogre\u2019s thick flesh. Taren pulled his head back, puncturing the Ogre\u2019s flesh, where black blood now oozed from the new wound.<\/p>\n

Still holding the Ogre\u2019s right hand, which held the deadly mallet, Taren took his free hand and jabbed two fingers into the newly created wound on the Ogre\u2019s chest. The Ogre howled in fury, and brought its left hand, striking down against Taren\u2019s shoulder blade. The Minotaur winced in pain. The crushing blow felt as if it may have broken a bone or two.<\/p>\n

Still Taren\u2019s fingers dug into the Ogre\u2019s wound, as if seeking to rip the Ogre apart from the inside. The Ogre only grew more furious, striking again, this time even harder. Now, Taren fell to one knee, pain wracking his body under the Ogre\u2019s relentless pounding.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re going to \u2013tic!- die,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik muttered.<\/p>\n

Despite the fiery pain, Taren repeated, \u201cDo not be so sure.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Minotaur was clearly delusional. The Minotaur was already buckling under the Ogre\u2019s assault. The human fighter had perished earlier. The Lizardman Rogue had taken to the shadows and left them. And Blaz\u2019tik knew he was no match against the Ogre. Once the Minotaur feel, the Insectoid would only last three to five seconds \u2013 and that was being generous.<\/p>\n

Just then, behind the Ogre, Blaz\u2019tik saw something gleaming, only for a split second, before he realized it was Silvertan emerging out of the shadows from behind the Ogre. The Lizardman had climbed to a higher position, and was hoping that by leaping down on the towering Ogre, he could plunge the dagger deep into the base of the Ogre\u2019s skull; know his own, natural strength would never penetrate the Ogre\u2019s dense layer of fat around its bloated neck. Just as Silvertan leaped, Taren stood, bringing both of his horns into the Ogre\u2019s chest, raising the Ogre upward, just as Silvertan\u2019s dagger came down into the base of the Ogre\u2019s neck with so much force, that the Ogre\u2019s thick neck seemed to soak up the dagger and Silvertan\u2019s hands for a brief moment.<\/p>\n

The Ogre slammed its head backwards, feeling the stabbing pain, managing to only hit the dagger with the base of its own head, and plunging the dagger deeper, severing the Ogre\u2019s spine. The Ogre, for a brief moment, had a look of surprise on its face, before realizing, not only had it been defeated, but it was dead.<\/p>\n

With a loud thudding sound, the Ogre collapsed to the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re \u2013tic!- alive,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said, with genuine surprise. \u201cWe\u2019re truly alive.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren looked at the Insectoid Mage and shook his head. He then turned and picked up Tawmis\u2019 corpse, treating it still, as if he was carrying the body of a king. Silvertan looked at his dagger in the base of the Ogre\u2019s beck and after several tugs, managed to finally pry the dagger free. Green blood oozed from the base of the Ogre\u2019s neck.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik kneeled down and pulled a small vial out from one of his bags. Silvertan looked at the Insectoid. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOgres\u2019 blood,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik began to explain, \u201cmakes for a \u2013tic!- very powerful spell component. It can \u2013tic!- enhance a spell tenfold.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s wonderful,\u201d Silvertan said, regarding the oozing Ogre\u2019s blood with disgust, as it was thick and chunky and it poured out of the gaping, fatal wound.<\/p>\n

Up ahead, Taren suddenly stopped as he peeked around the corner cautiously, making sure not to strike Tawmis\u2019 corpse against the wall. He turned, his eye brows pushed together in an angry fashion. \u201cBlaz, get up here.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Insectoid did not hesitate, after he capped off the Ogre\u2019s blood. \u201cWhat \u2013tic!- is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAround the corner,\u201d Taren whispered. \u201cSomething\u2026 not natural. What is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik sighed. \u201cThat \u2013tic!- is an Uggardian. They say, countless years ago Uggardiands were summoned by powerful mages to guard the tombs of old kings. But as centuries turned to dust and once thriving civilization faded into oblivion still the Uggardians guarded the collapsed and rotten tombs of nameless kings that no one lived to remember. Uggardians were trapped and couldn\u2019t return into their own plane of existence because the ancient summoning magic was still strong and chained them into their duty. The Summoners had died ages ago and they were the only ones with enough power so summon or release beings of Outer Realms. The story goes on to say that The First Mages, the Designers, the \u2013tic!- Goromorg \u2013 whatever name you want to call them \u2013 cast a spell to summon all the Uggardians into Mount Grimrock to roam the halls and protect \u2018The Undying One.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Undying One,\u201d Taren huffed. \u201cEven my people have heard of the \u2018Undying One\u2019 \u2013 and it\u2019s all just a legend. A creature so evil, so powerful, dwelling here? In this mountain? Why has it not come out and ruled the world then?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat remains unknown,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik shrugged. \u201cBut that is what the legends and historian have supposedly \u2013tic!- documented.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFirst the Ogre, and now this,\u201d Taren thought for a moment. \u201cSomeone is going out of their way to guard something.\u201d Taren turned to Blaz\u2019tik again, \u201cCan you destroy that thing with your magic? Dispel it or something? Send it back to the Outer Realms or whatever?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDestroy it?\u201d Blaz\u2019tik scoffed. \u201cWith a single spell? No. The \u2013tic!- Uggardians are powerful beings. And I am not \u2013tic!- advanced enough \u2013 no one is, anymore \u2013 to open \u2013tic!- the Outer Realms portal to send that thing back. Well, no one \u2013tic!- save the Goromorg; but I do not foresee them \u2013tic!- assisting us, as they\u2019re the ones who summoned these \u2013tic!- creatures here!\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan suddenly whispered directly into Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s ear, \u201cThe Ogre\u2019s Blood.\u201d The Lizardman\u2019s voice nearly startled Blaz\u2019tik into a screaming fit. \u201cYou said it enhanced spells. You had cast an ice spell before to slow down the green slime blob creatures we encountered \u2013 do you think\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat a single \u2013tic!- ice spell would destroy the fiery essence of a Uggardian?\u201d Blaz\u2019tik shook his head. \u201cNo, -tic!- not even with Ogre Blood.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCould it freeze it, even for just a moment,\u201d Taren asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWith Ogre Blood \u2013tic!- I suppose it could,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen that\u2019s what we shall do,\u201d Taren said, setting down Tawmis\u2019 corpse.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait, -tic!-,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik asked, \u201cwhat are we doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re going to cast the ice spell you did before on the green slime,\u201d Taren explained, \u201cthis time on the Uggardian creature.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen what?\u201d Blaz\u2019tik asked nervously.<\/p>\n

\u201cLeave that part up to me,\u201d Taren replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cLeave \u2013tic!- that part up to you,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik muttered to himself. \u201cThat\u2019s \u2013tic!- exactly what I was afraid \u2013tic!- you would say!\u201d Blaz\u2019tik crushed the antenna of the snail, rubbing it firmly between his two palms, then took the vial of Ogre Blood and poured it on his two index fingers. \u201cEy\u2019cee Ewe!\u201d Bolts of chilling frost blasted from his fingertips with such force that it sent him three steps back. The Uggardian, unaware of the attack was suddenly encased within ice.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s when Blaz\u2019tik saw Taren simply rush the once fiery creature, slamming his bull horns into the center of the creature, shattering it like a statue. Blaz\u2019tik stood there in amazement for a moment, surprised that the creature was so easily dispatched. He made a mental note to notate the power Ogre\u2019s Blood did to a spell. It had made it far more powerful than even he had anticipated.<\/p>\n

Taren quickly returned and picked up Tawmis\u2019 corpse and turned around. \u201cNow,\u201d he said, \u201clet\u2019s see what\u2019s behind that blue door that both the Ogre and the Uggardian were set up to guard.\u201d<\/p>\n

They moved across the room quickly, knowing that the noise had undoubtedly echoed down the hallways and gathered the attention of the other denizens of Mount Grimrock. Silvertan opened the door \u2013 and just inside, a large blue, pulsating crystal that hovered above the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you call that thing again?\u201d Taren asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cA heart,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik replied.<\/p>\n

Suddenly Taren\u2019s eyes went wide. \u201cWhat else did you say about it before? You said something\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik looked at Silvertan and shrugged, before he looked back at Taren. \u201cI had said, this stone \u2013tic!- is part of what gives Grimrock life. This stone helps ignite the torches I \u2013tic!- mentioned. It also helps \u2013tic!- shape the very things we have encountered.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said something after that,\u201d Taren turned to Blaz\u2019tik, a crazed look in his eyes.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik thought for a moment. \u201cI had said it brings \u2013tic!- life to Grimrock, through magic\u2026\u201d Suddenly Blaz\u2019tik realized what Taren had been getting at. \u201cYou can not \u2013tic!- be serious, Taren. He would never approve! You know how \u2013tic!- he hates magic! He would \u2013tic!- never forgive you. And there is a chance, since \u2013tic!- he\u2019s dead that it would not work! These were originally Heal Stones, but the First Mages, like everything else \u2013tic!- enhanced it, and corrupted it, to make it more powerful! What if \u2013tic! \u2013 he returns as a zombie? An undead, soulless person? Could you \u2013tic!- live with that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren paused, and whispered, \u201cI could. Much easier than knowing that I never tried, and that I would be forced to go on in this life without the only person who has ever truly believed and cared for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLove,\u201d Silvertan whispered behind Blaz\u2019tik, from the shadows.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik turned to Silvertan, \u201cThis,\u201d he gestured to Taren, who was setting Tawmis\u2019 corpse next to the blue, pulsating stone, \u201cThis is \u2013tic!- folly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLove,\u201d Silvertan repeated. \u201cLove is folly. But, without it, we are no more alive than this,\u201d he placed his hand on the wall, indicating the living stone of Mount Grimrock.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik shook his head. Among his people, there was no such emotion as \u2018love.\u2019 They mated for survival, with whomever, among their kind, to keep their race alive. There was no courtship. No love. No attachment. After the mating, each member would part ways, and continue leaving their lives with no obligations; save for all of the males protected all of the females and the eggs, not just the ones they had mated with.<\/p>\n

Taren kneeled and prayed to whatever Gods might be listening. \u201cYou know my heart\u2019s desire,\u201d he said. \u201cI need him to live. It\u2019s not that I want him to live. I need him to live,\u201d Taren emphasized.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is foolish,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik repeated. \u201cThis will not end \u2013tic!- well. We may have to \u2013tic!- kill him ourselves if he rises as some form of \u2013tic!- undead creature.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan looked at Blaz\u2019tik with a look that spoke volumes; saying simply, \u201cBe silent, if Taren hears you, he will kill you himself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik fell into silence.<\/p>\n

Taren took in a deep breath. \u201cThis has to work,\u201d he whispered to no one in particular; for no one, save for the Gods, could perhaps hear his choked plea. He touched Tawmis\u2019 hand to the blue pulsating stone, and waited.<\/p>\n

And waited.<\/p>\n

And waited.<\/p>\n

A minute had gone by, still Taren held Tawmis\u2019 hand, touching the stone.<\/p>\n

\u201cPerhaps he\u2019s been \u2013tic!- dead too long,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said. \u201cOr perhaps \u2013tic!- what the Crimson Order did to him \u2013tic!- prevents him from living again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Taren growled. \u201cI will not give up. We have fought monsters of every kind in this damn mountain. We have already given so much. It\u2019s time that this damn mountain give back to us now!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s \u2013tic!- not how it works,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik explained.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen we make it work that way!\u201d Taren growled. \u201cCast a spell on that stone! Make it flow life into his body!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know of no \u2013tic!- magic that could do that,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said matter-of-factly. \u201cWe need to keep going. The \u2013tic!- sounds from the fight are bound to attract more creatures this way. If we don\u2019t leave \u2013tic!- now, we will find ourselves fighting \u2013tic!- something again \u2013 very soon.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan placed a reassuring hand on Taren\u2019s shoulder. \u201cI hate to admit it,\u201d his voice said, hissing, \u201cbut the Insectoid is right. We need to keep moving. I will help carry him, if you wish. We will give him a proper burial when we get out of here. We will speak endlessly of his name and heroics. We will make him a legend. We will make him immortal through story and tales.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren stood up and pushed Silvertan. \u201cI don\u2019t want him alive and immortal through tales and stories,\u201d the minotaur growled, his nostrils flaring. \u201cI want him alive. Alive to drink with me. To laugh about what we lived through. To be my friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe will always be your friend,\u201d Silvertan said, standing up. \u201cBut it\u2019s time you let him go. It\u2019s time to accept that he is\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlive,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik sputtered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Taren turned to look.<\/p>\n

Tawmis\u2019 eyes fluttered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat,\u201d he wheezed, \u201care you two fighting about now?\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Fri Aug 22, 2014 8:02 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

With the announcement of Grimlock 2, and the reveal about the Ratlings – how could I not return and tie my story to it all? Please enjoy! Comment! Good, bad, what you liked, disliked, whatever! I love comments!<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThe gods favor you,\u201d Silvertan said, walking along side Tawmis Sanarius. \u201cYou were dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am thankful, perhaps, that the gods, as you say, favored me,\u201d Tawmis replied, casting a side glance at the humanoid lizard, whose silver scales reflected against the torchlight. \u201cI am more thankful that my dearest, and only friend, refused to give up on me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you see,\u201d Silvertan asked, \u201cwhen you were dead?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDarkness,\u201d Tawmis shrugged. \u201cI don\u2019t remember seeing anything. I remember closing my eyes, seeing darkness \u2013 then feeling this sensation going through my body \u2013 and my eyes suddenly saw a light blue \u2013 that was all I could see. Light blue. Then,\u201d Tawmis paused, \u201cI opened my eyes. Everything was blurry at first. I couldn\u2019t see anything. It looked like I was peering through a painted canvas that had had all of its colors smeared.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cComforting,\u201d Silvertan sighed, \u201cthat there is nothing after death.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s insect like clicking interjected, \u201cour mortal minds cannot \u2013tic!- conceive what is there beyond death. We have no way \u2013tic!- of comprehending what is beyond. Most believe \u2013tic!- that our souls look just as we do, and \u2013tic!- we ascend to some heaven. But what if that is not the case? What if \u2013tic!- we are forms of energy that ascend?\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren shook his large minotaur head. \u201cNo. After death, we ascend to an arena, in which we fight, day in and day out, until we are worthy to be reborn, and returned to this world.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s all you minotaurs believe,\u201d Silvertan sighed. \u201cEverything is resolved by fighting.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStrength and honor,\u201d the Minotaur corrected. \u201cA warrior who kills dishonorably, should perish quickly for his actions. Your enemy deserves an equal chance at combat. If you disarm your enemy and they insist on combat still, you throw your weapons aside and fight them hand to hand.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s ridiculous,\u201d Silvertan spat.<\/p>\n

Tawmis saw Taren\u2019s nostrils flare. \u201cListen, we all come from different walks of life, with different beliefs. Let\u2019s not find out what happens when we die until we get out of this cursed dungeon?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can help you,\u201d hissed an unknown voice.<\/p>\n

Tawmis reached for his sword that was not there. His eyes peered into the darkness, where he saw two, red eyes peering back at him from the shadows. Tawmis\u2019 eyes adjusted to the darkness, and saw that there was a prison there, with a hunched over humanoid figure.<\/p>\n

Tawmis gazed for a long moment, unsure of what he was seeing. \u201cWhat are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am a Ratling,\u201d the creature responded. A scar over its left eye, and sharp, pointy buckteeth in the front clearly looked like a rat. Its fur was tannish-brown, it\u2019s ears had nicks in it, having seen plenty of combat.<\/p>\n

\u201cRatling?\u201d Tawmis asked. \u201cWhy have I never heard of such a thing? Is it the damn magic in this dungeon that shaped you to be large and intelligent? The way it has shaped those cursed snails we keep running into everywhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d the Ratling answered. \u201cI come from the Northern Realms, the Isle of Nex.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Isle of Nex,\u201d Taren answered. \u201cI have heard of it, and your people. You are raiders, for the most part. Scavengers, like your rat brethren.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot all of us are like that,\u201d the Ratling hissed. \u201cAlthough we are quite skilled at scavenging.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you \u2013tic!- end up in that cell, that far down in \u2013tic!- the dungeon?\u201d Blaz\u2019tik asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI stumbled upon beasts known as scavengers,\u201d the Ratling began to explain.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell isn\u2019t that ironic,\u201d Silvertan muttered beneath his breath.<\/p>\n

The Ratling heard, but continued on, as if he hadn\u2019t. \u201cOnce harmless mites that came into this dungeon by dirt and dwelling in the hair of prisoners thrown down here \u2013 as you mentioned with the snails, being exposed to the mysticism of Grimrock transformed them into the ravenous swarm! Well, I was desperate for food and had snuck into their lair and stolen some of their larva, I was going to feast on when I was discovered. They chased me, and my only choice was to slam this gate behind me, since they were too large to fit between the bars. Little did I know, in my panic, that it would lock.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you want us to let you out?\u201d Tawmis asked. \u201cAnd what? Stab us in the back?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d the Ratling explained. \u201cI would be indebted to you. I know alone, I will not get out of here alive. With the rest of you, I have a chance.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked at Taren, who shrugged, \u201cWe can\u2019t let him starve in there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou just said his people were raiders,\u201d Tawmis countered, surprised by Taren\u2019s response.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat would you do if you found me in a prison and did not know me for who I am?\u201d Taren asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? You\u2019re going to get all deep and philosophical with me?\u201d Tawmis shook his head and turned to Silvertan. \u201cGet the lock undone. And be quick. If he\u2019s telling the truth and he encountered these scavenger things, I don\u2019t want to be around if they come back.\u201d Tawmis paused, and turned to the Ratling as Silvertan began working on the lock. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCoy,\u201d the Ratling answered. \u201cMy name is Coy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t that ironic,\u201d Silvertan muttered beneath his breath again, as he opened the chamber.<\/p>\n

\u201cWelcome to the party, Coy,\u201d Tawmis smiled.<\/p>\n

Posted Tue Aug 26, 2014 7:49 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cI just don\u2019t think we should trust him,\u201d Silvertan hissed between his serpent lips.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrust him?\u201d Tawmis chuckled. \u201cAre you not the one that tried to steal from a guard and got all of us \u2013 with the exception of you, Blaz \u2013 into this mess?\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan shrugged. \u201cI didn\u2019t ask for any of you to try and assist me,\u201d he replied, his scales shimmering in Grimrock\u2019s flickering torch light.<\/p>\n

\u201cGranted,\u201d Tawmis amended, \u201cthat rotund guard, Boris lied about what he had caught us doing that night, to save face, since he wasn\u2019t supposed to be in The Fallen Star \u2013 a place of\u2026 questionable reputation with the ladies of entertainment.\u201d (1)<\/p>\n

\u201cI joined \u2013tic!- the fray after you had \u2013tic!- been knocked out from behind,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik reminded Tawmis.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs I told you before,\u201d Silvertan\u2019s reptilian eyes focused on Tawmis, \u201cI had every intention of being thrown down here alone. I could have survived down here alone. I live in the shadows.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren shook his mighty, minotaur head. \u201cYou have seen the horrors that are down here, lizard. Do you truly believe that cowering in the shadows, waiting for these things to pass would have allowed you to survive alone? I have seen the horrors of the undead, who do not see with human eyes. Instead, they see with a hatred for the living. No amount of shadows could have hid you from them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPerhaps,\u201d Silvertan said, the \u2018s\u2019 making a slithering sound, \u201cyou are correct, brute. Perhaps I would not have survived alone down here, as I thought I might have. Perhaps I believed too much in my own skills, but this isn\u2019t about me. This is about that rat, and how we should not trust him. His name is Coy, for crying out loud. He\u2019s not even hiding the fact that his very name is a symbol of deception!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen perhaps we should be thankful that he\u2019s not hiding what his name means,\u201d Tawmis shrugged as he held the torchlight in front of him. \u201cSpeaking of that Ratling, how far ahead did he go and search for us anyway?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s probably bringing back an army of some horrors to kill us,\u201d Silvertan muttered. \u201cOr there\u2019s more of his kind down here, and he\u2019s leading us into an ambush.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not the trusting sort, I take it,\u201d Tawmis finally said, feeling exasperated by Silvertain\u2019s constant barrage and notions of why the Ratling was not to be trusted.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not the foolish sort,\u201d Silvertan corrected. He paused for a long moment, and finally amended, \u201cAnd I may have some issues with trust as well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSome?\u201d Tawmis replied, sarcastically.<\/p>\n

\u201cI just don\u2019t think it\u2019s a wise idea to trust strangers down here,\u201d Silvertan hammered on.<\/p>\n

\u201cBlaz,\u201d Silvertan turned to the insectoid. \u201cIsn\u2019t there any kind of magic that you can do to see if the Ratling is lying to us? A Detect Lie or Detect Evil kind of spell?\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik looked at Silvertan. \u201cThose sound \u2013tic!- like rather silly spell names. There is one that\u2019s similar to this \u2018detect lie\u2019 you mentioned, but it\u2019s called Detellius.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s excellent,\u201d Silvertan hissed. \u201cCan you cast it on the filthy Ratling next time he shows up? I\u2019d like to ask him a few things to see if he\u2019s telling the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI would love to cast such \u2013tic!- a spell, however,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik explained, holding up his insect like arms, \u201cI have none of the \u2013tic!- spell components that are needed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNaturally,\u201d Silvertan sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat spell components do you need, insect?\u201d came Coy\u2019s voice, directly behind Silvertan who screeched out and slammed his own body against the wall.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you get behind us?\u201d Silvertan spat. \u201cYou were trying to backstab me, weren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWith what,\u201d Coy asked, with a wide smile. \u201cMy teeth? I have no weapon, if you haven\u2019t noticed. However, much like my \u2018brethren\u2019 as you\u2019re so fond of saying, I am a pack rat, and do have some components that might be useful to a mage. I have a pouch of sandalwood shavings, forioan mushrooms, two whistle leaves, and a small pouch of grounded herder spores.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThose \u2013tic!- components,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said, his insect eyes somehow wider with excitement, \u201ccould indeed \u2013tic!- prove very useful!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re all yours,\u201d Coy said, removing his belt and pouches and handing them over to Blaz\u2019tik.<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked at Silvertan and whispered, \u201cDo you trust him now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEven less,\u201d Silvertan replied. \u201cEven less.\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Sun Sep 21, 2014 3:58 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cHonestly!\u201d Tawmis cursed. \u201cWho does this?\u201d\u201cI \u2013tic- would assume that the Goromorgs,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik began to explain.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t care!\u201d Tawmis interrupted him. \u201cIt was a rhetorical question!\u201d Tawmis stared at the shimmering lights in front of him. This was the first time they had come across something like this. Not trusting magic, he had thrown a stone into it \u2013 only to discover it vanished. It had either incinerated the stone, or Blaz\u2019tik seemed to believe it teleported the stone somewhere. Tawmis was in no mood to find out if Blaz\u2019tik was wrong, and that the stone had, in fact, been incinerated.<\/p>\n

Tawmis took a step forward and stepped on the tile. All the shimmering lights around him shifted, changing the path that was once clear to him. \u201cWho does this?\u201d Tawmis repeated.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik was about to continue explaining his answer, but a firm hand from Taren Bloodhorn, the minotaur, placed on the insectoid\u2019s shoulder, told the young wizard not to utter a single word as to who possibly created this death trap.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a button on the wall to the right,\u201d Coy, the Ratling pointed out. The problem was, there was no clear path to that button at the moment. All the tiles around it had the shimmering lights. Tawmis took another stone from his pouch and threw it with all his might to see if it would pass through the shimmering light fast enough to hit the button the wall. The shimmering lights, naturally, devoured the stone as soon as it passed into it. \u201cI hate magic,\u201d Tawmis muttered beneath his breath. Tawmis stood rigid on the tile and looked back, \u201cAll right, Blaz, where do I go from here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJudging by the pattern \u2013tic- in which the lights moved, when you stepped forward, -tic- I would say that your best option is left,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik replied. After a moment, he amended, \u201cAlthough, -tic- a step back might also fit the pattern I believe I am seeing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich is it, Blaz?\u201d Tawmis yelled.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik floundered, \u201cIt could \u2013tic- be either one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHave I mentioned how much I hate magic,\u201d Tawmis muttered to no one in particular.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik was, once again, about to answer Tawmis\u2019 comment, but the minotaur\u2019s hand had gone from the insectoid\u2019s shoulder to his mandible mouth. The insectoid nodded his understanding and whispered, once Taren had removed his hand, \u201cIf he hates magic so much, why did he volunteer to go into that room before the rest of us?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause, despite his hatred of magic,\u201d Taren explained, \u201cand despite the fa\u00e7ade he places up, Tawmis is truly a kind and generous heart. There\u2019s no way he would allow any of us to risk our lives by his command, unless he was to try it first.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis lifted his foot to step to the left and just inches before stepping on the tile \u2013 he stopped. He looked at the tile behind him. He turned and stepped on the tile behind him, hoping that changing his initial gut feeling was not going to get him incinerated. He waited for the pain but it never came.<\/p>\n

\u201cInteresting,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said, his mandibles clacking with excitement. The shimmering lights had shifted yet again. \u201cWhat \u2013tic!- made you take the step back rather than go to the left?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause,\u201d Tawmis said, taking in a deep breath. \u201cTo the left would have gotten me to the button faster. I suspect the mages were counting on people thinking with that kind of mentality. So I took a step back, which seems the least logical when it comes to progress.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik studied the new formation and path of lights. Though there had only been nine tiles \u2013 three across, three wide \u2013 it had taken nearly two hours of Blaz\u2019tik analyzing the pattern before he had successfully managed to direct \u2013 with often times, Tawmis being forced to make a choice between two options \u2013 to the button, which opened the door on the far end, to actually reaching the door. Once Tawmis made it to the door, there was another tile that disabled the shimmering lights, allowing the rest of them to safely pass through the room. (Though Blaz\u2019tik complained that he would have liked to have known if the stone had been disintegrated or if it had been teleported).<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik had carefully navigated them through a number of magical traps, until they came to a room with one of the shimmering lights in the middle, with nowhere else to go. \u201cWe must have missed something,\u201d Tawmis said as he began marching back. \u201cA secret passage. A doorway. Something.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fairly certain the lizard or I would have spotted something,\u201d Coy said, tilting his head to Silvertan who was leaning against the wall.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe go back and double check,\u201d Tawmis demanded. \u201cWe look again.\u201d<\/p>\n

While they discussed matters, Blaz\u2019tik edged towards the shimmering light. He reached his insectoid arm within the light and felt it tingle. He felt the sensation run down his arm, to his shoulder, to his chest, to his entire body.<\/p>\n

Tawmis turned towards where he had last seen Blaz\u2019tik and asked, \u201cIs there any way that magic might have \u2013 wait. Where\u2019s Blaz? Where did Blaz go?\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy turned his Ratling head, his whiskers twitching, \u201cHe was here \u2013 just a moment ago! He was here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked at the shimmering light in the center and whispered, \u201cOh no\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsewhere in Grimrock, Blaz\u2019tik felt his body tingle again.<\/p>\n

He took a deep breath, as if he had been holding his breath underwater and looked around. \u201cWell, that \u2013tic!- was a most interesting sensation. Like being \u2013tic!- torn apart and put back together again in \u2013tic!- mere seconds! So it would seem \u2013tic!- those shimmering lights are indeed teleporters. Now the question \u2013tic!- begs to wonder, where am I now?\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik heard a hissing sound behind him and quickly spun around. His eyes, if they could have, would have widened in fear at the sight behind him. What appeared to be an enormous lizard, whose skin was ice blue. Cold misty air, came out of its nostrils, like smoke, wafting into the air.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh my,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik stammered as he reached for his spell components. He threw the sandalwood shavings into the air, squished the forioan mushrooms between his fingers, which gave off a burning sensation, then with his fingers, gestured, making a triangle, followed two symbols running parallel, and finally raised his hands over his head. He had never done such a powerful spell before, and he wasn\u2019t sure if he had done it right \u2013 and for a brief moment thought his life was over \u2013 until he felt the flame building between his fingers, and an enormous fireball launched from his hands, striking the lizard with so much force that it sent it \u2013 and him \u2013 flying back.<\/p>\n

He quickly scrambled to his feet, expecting the lizard to charge him, and was quite surprised when he saw its charred remains lying there, unmoving. \u201cWell,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said, \u201cI hope \u2013tic!- Silvertan isn\u2019t upset I have killed one of his descendants!\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik began moving through the dungeon, moving slowly, cautiously, unsure what else he would encounter. While he was glad to see he was right \u2013 that the shimmering light had been a teleportation device and not a disintegrator \u2013 he wasn\u2019t all that thrilled with the idea of being separated from the others.<\/p>\n

Posted Mon Oct 06, 2014 10:58 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tawmis jumped around the corner of the wall, a blast of searing flame right behind him. He quickly pressed himself against the wall, panting heavily. \u201cWhat is that thing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould it be a good time to mention,\u201d Silvertan hissed, peering around the corner, staring at the floating, flaming, armored figure, then back to Tawmis, \u201cthat the wizard would know what it is called?\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis stared at Silvertan with his own searing gaze. \u201cNo,\u201d Tawmis finally said. \u201cIt would not be a good time to mention that. I realize that Blaz got either incinerated or teleported away. And I do realize that it would be useful to have Blaz here to deal with whatever that thing is over there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren, the minotaur, stood next to Tawmis, having been too slow to escape the blast, and suffered some small burns. \u201cWhatever it is,\u201d Taren snarled, his nostrils flaring, \u201cit does not want us to pass in that general direction.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe could try going around it,\u201d Silvertan mentioned.<\/p>\n

\u201cGreat idea,\u201d Tawmis spat, \u201cexcept this is the only way forward. Every other way lead to a dead end or back up a level. If we want to get to the bottom of this cursed dungeon, we need to find a way around that thing \u2013 whatever it is.\u201d<\/p>\n

Another flaming blast shot through the tunnel, striking the far wall, sending uncomfortable waves of heat around them.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do we do if that thing decides to come down this tunnel?\u201d Silvertan hissed.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy first plan?\u201d Tawmis said, smiling coyly. \u201cI was going to throw you on it. You know, since you\u2019re cold blooded. Figured you might cancel one another out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour sense of humor eludes me,\u201d Silvertan returned with a distained look. The lizard-man looked around and hissed, \u201cWhere\u2019s the Ratling? The damn Ratling\u2019s gone! I knew we couldn\u2019t trust him! He\u2019s scattered! He\u2019s left us! Probably knew this was a trap! He probably knew a way out of here!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe will deal with that later,\u201d Tawmis growled.<\/p>\n

\u201cDeal with it later? We lost the mage already, and now the Ratling is gone too!\u201d Silvertan growled.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were the one that wanted to be thrown in this dungeon alone,\u201d Taren reminded Silvertan. \u201cWas that not your plan originally?\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan now shot the massive minotaur a disgruntle look, but quickly looked away, unable to maintain the courage to lock eyes with the massive beast. \u201cThat may have been my plan originally, yes,\u201d Silvertan admitted, \u201cbut I see now I underestimated the horrors of Grimrock. So yes, it may have been my plan, and yes I was wrong. Is that what you wanted to hear?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSon of a,\u201d Tawmis whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat? Is that not a good enough apology?\u201d Silvertan growled.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Tawmis replied, \u201clook.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan peeked around the corner cautiously, and much to his surprise, saw Coy, the Ratling sneaking up on the fiery creature, dagger drawn.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did he get over there?\u201d Silvertan instantly asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cDoes it matter?\u201d Tawmis growled. \u201cWe need to keep that thing occupied so it doesn\u2019t notice that Coy\u2019s behind it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis jumped into the tunnel and began taunting the fiery creature, who unleashed another blast. Tawmis dove out of the way again, but once more the blast hit the far wall, sending waves of uncomfortable heat as it exploded.<\/p>\n

Coy drove his dagger deep into the fiery creature\u2019s back \u2013 hoping, despite having no physical body that he could sever whatever tie it had to life. The armor began to shake and Coy released the dagger and ran for cover, just in time as it exploded.<\/p>\n

Tawmis quickly stood and ran over to Coy to help put out some of the fires that had ignited on Coy\u2019s fur from the exploding embers. Silvertan ran over next, \u201cHow did you get behind that thing, Ratling?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI found a small tunnel, one that perhaps myself, and you,\u201d he pointed to Silvertan, \u201ccould have fit through, because of bodies; our bones are more flexible. But there\u2019s no way the human, and especially the minotaur were going to fit. I could have kept going, leaving you three behind \u2013 but I won\u2019t survive down here without your help, so I knew I had to come back and help.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan wanted to say something \u2013 find a way to accuse the Ratling of something \u2013 he still did not trust the Ratling \u2013 but there was nothing he could say that would have put the Ratling in bad light. His actions were, if anything, heroic.<\/p>\n

Silvertan extended his hand to the Ratling and helped him stand. \u201cIt was either brave or foolish taking a chance that a backstab was going to destroy that thing. I don\u2019t suppose you found any trace of the mage in this tunnel?\u201d Silvertan hissed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m afraid not,\u201d Coy replied.<\/p>\n

Elsewhere, within the Dungeon, Blaz\u2019tik suddenly woke up.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat \u2013tic!- was certainly a weird dream,\u201d he said, his mandibles clicking. In his dream he had heard the voice of an unknown creature beckoning him forward. All he could remember from the dream was the voice\u2026 and gears\u2026 so many gears\u2026<\/p>\n

Posted Tue Oct 07, 2014 7:01 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Found myself inspired, with LOG2 coming out very soon to move the story forward, and here’s what I can up with…<\/em><\/p>\n

Endless gears seemed to swirl and drift through the black void of space. Some connected, some disjointed, some spinning out of control, some rusted and broken.<\/p>\n

Then there was a voice, \u201cWhat is happening? A collective dream? Oh, I know you. I know what you seek.
Look for me down below, and I might help you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik sat up, his three hearts pounding furiously in his chest. This was the second time now, that he had found a small place to rest in the dungeon and been transported to the unusual gear-dream, for lack of a better word. It was now Blaz\u2019tik regretted testing his theory if it had been a teleporter or an incinerator as Tawmis suggested, for he had been teleported away from the others \u2013 and none of the others seemed to have followed him through.<\/p>\n

Not that he blamed them. They probably thought he had been reduced to ash by the shimmering lights.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s when the voice from the dream spoke into Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s mind yet again. \u201cI can’t hear you but I know you can hear me. I tried to talk to the other people that have been here before you. They were criminals but I sense that you I can trust.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik stumbled backwards, \u201cThe \u2013tic!- voice from my dream! How are you speaking to me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik waited for answer, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, assuming his imagination was getting the best of him, when suddenly he heard it again, \u201cAre you still there? I know a way out but I can’t make it there by myself. We need to work together. Descend towards the bottom of the mountain. We can meet there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik paled, even for an insectoid who was already nearly white. \u201cI can hear you, but you can\u2019t seem to hear me?\u201d<\/p>\n

He waited, and once again there was silence. Now more than ever, Blaz\u2019tik felt very alone, and yet felt as if there were eyes now watching his every move. The very stone itself was alive, as he had once said, and it was somehow watching him \u2013 speaking to him.<\/p>\n

Could the voice be the one he thought it to be? But that would be impossible. He was cast down here long, long ago. The stories of his imprisonment and creation, as well as his damnation, were all fabricated tales.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik moved cautiously through Grimrock, using his invisibility spell, now that he had the components for it, when needed, bypassing untold horrors that slithered around, waiting for something to feed upon. He found a small room with a steel door and locked himself inside of it to rest.<\/p>\n

Once again as he drifted to sleep, space and time seemed to bend. Blackness swirled, mixed with crimson red, and once again, the spinning gears returned to his dream, preceding the arrival of the mysterious voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cI watched this dungeon being built. But they took it away from my people and twisted it. Filled it with traps and riddles. That is not how this place was meant to be. They make all the gates open and cause the traps to spring. It would be simple for them to stop us. Why will they not do it? Are we walking into another trap of theirs? Be careful. You are not the only ones held prisoner here. I, too, was cast down an abyss. I was bound with shackles. They keep all the machinery and mechanisms working in the dungeon.
All but one that sits in the tunnels below. It needs to be repaired so we can leave this place. Only a little bit further. You need to be careful. They live here and they will want to stop you. They fear you might undo their vision. The broken mechanism controls the Portal. From there we can escape. I am still too weak to move but I am glad you are making progress. I need to gather my strength so we can leave together. We can leave together. Leave together. Leave. Together.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik awoke, once more, with his three hearts beating furiously.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s \u2013tic!- him,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik muttered. \u201cIt\u2019s really him. The Undying One is real.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsewhere in the dungeon\u2026<\/p>\n

Coy kneeled down, his Ratling eyes always looking for things to salvage. He picked up a small pouch and examined it, \u201cLook,\u201d he said, holding it up to the others.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you found a bag,\u201d Tawmis muttered. \u201cDoes it have a magic key that gets us out of this place?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know this magic bag,\u201d Coy said, his nose twitching.<\/p>\n

\u201cKnow it?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, as in I gave it to the mage,\u201d Coy said. He opened the bag and revealed flecks of grounded acorns. \u201cBy the looks of it, he may have passed through here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo that means he wasn\u2019t incinerated,\u201d Taren said, with a nodding approval. \u201cIt will be good if we can find him again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPreferably in one piece,\u201d Tawmis added. \u201cCan you tell which way he went?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBy the looks of it,\u201d Coy brushed the ground with his hand and looked a little down the hall where he saw a large, seared piece of flesh, \u201cI\u2019d say he went that way after melting the skin off whatever that thing was.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan kneeled down, \u201cAn ice lizard,\u201d he said, pulling back some of its burned flesh and seeing some of the ice blue scales, \u201cor what\u2019s left of it. I am surprised that our insectoid friend was able to use such a powerful spell,\u201d Silvertan hissed. \u201cHe didn\u2019t strike me as someone capable of such powerful magic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s Grimrock,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cThe magic flowing through the entire mountain that keeps the torches alive, the life stones, all of it is channeling into him, charging him like a battery.\u201d The Ratling paused, \u201cSoon he will be casting very powerful magic \u2013 until it either burns his body out, or corrupts him and he becomes one of the horrors that haunts these halls forever.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s,\u201d Tawmis paused, \u201ca cheery thought.\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Wed Oct 08, 2014 11:10 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cYou are close enough now,\u201d the eerie voice whispered, startling Blaz\u2019tik from his dream. \u201cI don’t have to wait for you to be asleep anymore,\u201d the voice continued speaking to Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s mind. \u201cA long time ago, they closed the Portal by breaking the mechanism. It is here, nearby. Find it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik leaned against the wall, trying to gain his bearings. He had heard rumors, stories, legends of the Undying One. Legends spoke of the Undying One, several thousand years ago, nearly destroying the entire world \u2013 so corrupt, vile and evil, driven beyond madness. Grimrock had been created to imprison him so long ago; but the magic of the Undying One seeped out through his imprisonment and began to infect all of Grimrock \u2013 altering the beasts that roamed it, changing the guardians to disfigured, unrecognizable creatures. In essence, Grimlock gained life \u2013 and the caverns were littered with creatures that became the enzymes of the blood, fighting off the infections that entered \u2013 the prisoners thrown down, to fight and try to survive.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know \u2013tic!- who you are,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said to no one in particular. \u201cI know what you have \u2013tic!- done. I can not set you free.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey destroyed the mechanism,\u201d the voice replied. \u201cThey took it apart to keep the Portal closed. But it can still be mended, I know how. To reopen the Portal, you need to find the missing parts. There are four parts missing. Go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t\u2013tic!- understand,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik repeated. \u201cI can not help you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am the way to freedom,\u201d the voice said. \u201cI am your escape. The portal is the gate, I am the key.\u201d After a moment, the voice continued, \u201cThey throw all their scrap metal and old parts down the pits. We may find what we need here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik wasn\u2019t even sure if the voice of what he believed to be the Undying One could even hear him \u2013 or if it was a one way communication. Still, if the voice was speaking the truth \u2013 if there was no way out without helping the Undying One \u2013 it would explain why no one ever escaped. Perhaps they all gave their life, once they realized the only way out was helping the Undying One escape.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik felt his fingertips tingle. He looked down and saw crackles of energy weaving between his fingertips. The magic of Grimrock was literally coursing through his entire body \u2013 energizing him, making him feel more alive than he has ever before. He had felt it from the moment they had been thrown into the dungeon \u2013 how the magic had been drawn to him. Each time they went deeper into the dungeon, each time they got closer, Blaz\u2019tik suspected, to the Undying One, somewhere far below, the magic around him seemed to become stronger and stronger, also making him more powerful. Blaz\u2019tik couldn\u2019t help but recall the Goromorg that they had encountered; the one that had nearly ripped the soul from Tawmis\u2019 chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cThousands of years old,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik had explained, after that encounter. \u201cOnce believed to be human, the Designers \u2013 the First Mages \u2013 obsessed with magic, sold their \u2013tic!- very sanity and souls, to improve and learn \u2013tic!- and become better Mages. It is said \u2013tic!- that they made a pact with a \u2018Dark God\u2019 that \u2013tic!- bestowed these powers upon them and supposed \u2013tic!- changed them in its image. They are, without a doubt, -tic!- the most powerful Mages in existence, but the cost \u2013tic!- of magic was \u2026 what you saw. They \u2013tic!- no longer appear human. They \u2013tic!- emanate that fear \u2013tic!- aurora, because there is nothing human \u2013 it\u2019s literally the \u2013tic!- magic within them flowing outward, seeking to drain any and all \u2013tic!- magic it senses!\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik looked at his hands again. He saw the magic coursing through his fingertips.<\/p>\n

And he couldn\u2019t help but wonder \u2013 if he did not find a way to escape \u2013 would he suffer the same fate as the Goromorg? Would he eventually become so twisted and vile by the corrupt magic he could feel beating through his body. Would he become obsessed with the dark magic? Would he roam these halls, seeking to drain the life and magic of everyone who was thrown down here?<\/p>\n

And for that brief moment, fear took over Blaz\u2019tik. He closed his eyes, and prayed, before speaking the next words, \u201cI will help you escape\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Thu Oct 09, 2014 8:10 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Slumbering. Sleep.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik felt energized, and yet drained. He felt excited, yet fearful. Each emotion, each feeling, came like the tides Sunken Strait. Every time he closed his eyes, even for a second, he saw the swirling mist, then the slowly emerging gears, hundreds of them, the numbers, the letters, all scrolling before his eyes, rapid messages, too quick to read.<\/p>\n

The voice had not talked to him, for what felt like days, but had probably only been hours.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik had drifted off to sleep standing up, when his eyes opened he felt different. He looked at his hands and the magic continued to crackle between his fingers. \u201cWhat \u2013tic!- is happening to me?\u201d he said to no one in particular.<\/p>\n

He had regretted getting separated from\u2026<\/p>\n

From?<\/p>\n

He closed his eyes and tried to visualize who he had come down here with. There were others. He was certain of it.<\/p>\n

A human?<\/p>\n

Yes. A human. A human of some importance. What was his name?<\/p>\n

His name was Tawmis! Yes! Tawmis. And he was the son of someone\u2026<\/p>\n

Suddenly Blaz\u2019tik felt a shock through his body. The grey mist, the gears were back.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik gasped and looked around.<\/p>\n

What was he thinking about a moment ago?<\/p>\n

He stood for a moment, trying to recall what it was he had just been thinking about. After several moments, he simply shrugged and continued forward. \u201cI must help the \u2013tic!- Undying One if I am ever to get out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsewhere in Mount Grimrock\u2026<\/p>\n

Coy kneeled down and touched the ground, \u201cYour mage friend is close. It looks like he was here not too long ago. But his movements \u2013 they\u2019re not fluid. It looks like he\u2019s \u2026 jolted when he walks. His steps are erratic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat would cause that?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy guess?\u201d Coy replied, twitching the whiskers on his nose. \u201cGrimrock is getting the best of your mage friend. The magic is corrupting him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow can that be?\u201d Silvertan hissed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHas the mage friend ever told you about Grimrock?\u201d Coy asked, standing up, wiping off his hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, that the entire mountain is alive,\u201d Tawmis answered. \u201cMagic courses through the entire mountain, like blood. That\u2019s how the torches remain lit. That\u2019s how everything got enlarged. That\u2019s why there\u2019s undead everywhere. He told us all of that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid he ever tell you about the Undying One?\u201d Coy leaned back against the wall.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe may have mentioned it,\u201d Tawmis replied, folding his arms across his chest. \u201cEven I have heard all the stories of some magical being that nearly destroyed the world and was imprisoned down here. It\u2019s all nonsense.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut it\u2019s not,\u201d Coy said, looking much like his name sake. \u201cI have seen it. It\u2019s very much real. And I have seen what it does to magic users. It uses the mountain to vitalize the mages, makes them addicted, for lack of a better word, to the magic they feel down here \u2013 especially as they go deeper, get closer to the Undying One. So this way, the mages never want to leave. Then he slowly begins to drain the magic from the mages bodies, back into himself. He\u2019s been doing this since he\u2019s been cast down here.\u201d Coy paused for a moment, \u201cYour parents,\u201d he pointed his thin, furry finger at Tawmis suddenly, \u201cdid not \u2018escape\u2019 from Grimrock. They were sent down here on a mission; a mission to try and stop the Undying One. The fabled Orb of Zhandul, staff of the mad mage Zhandul himself, that they had supposedly brought down here for \u2018safe keeping\u2019; that is the tale that is, as you would say, nonsense. The truth of the matter is they, along with their guardian, Mork the Minotaur, were escorting a mage academy dropout by the name of Sancsaron the Wry down to the Undying One to use the fabled Orb of Zhandul that they had helped Sancsaron locate. Sancsaron could not be trusted to do this alone, as he hungered for great power, and would have been easily corrupted by the Undying One. By the time they reached the Undying One, Sancsaron was too far gone \u2013 he turned on your parents. Mork died protecting them. Your father killed Sancsaron, and your mother shattered the Orb of Zhandul against the Undying One\u2019s metallic prison. The resulting blast should have incinerated everyone in the room. It had barely damaged the Undying One\u2019s prison, sending small fragments in different directions. The Orb was shattered, your parents alive, and the Undying One was still absorbing magic. Your parents retreated to the first floor again, and called out to the guard who tossed down a line to them and pulled them back out of this prison. Your parents came here to destroy the Undying One. They failed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis, with his hands still folded across his chest, scoffed. \u201cHow is it that you could possibly know all of this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been down here a long time,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cA very, very long time. I\u2019ve survived by moving through small tunnels and grates throughout Grimrock. I have waited for someone to come down here and destroy the Undying One. I believed that all of you were the key. At least I did until the mage was separated from us. Now I fear it may already be too late for him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd now, us,\u201d Coy finally added after a long moment.<\/p>\n

Posted Fri Oct 10, 2014 1:20 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Had some time during lunch to feel inspired…<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cSo we\u2019re supposed to believe you have survived down here for that long?\u201d Silvertan hissed, his serpent like tongue, flickering.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was thrown down here when I was really young,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cI stowed away on a ship from the Isle of Nex to Nothamton. From there, I rode with some travelers into the Kingdom of Conwyn, where I eventually stopped in Ranwyn. I lived on the streets there until I was caught stealing. I was found guilty and thrown into Grimrock. I survived down here, like I said, by squeezing into small tunnels and grates, moving all around Grimrock. I saw things, learned things. That is, for example, how I knew about the tunnel that allowed me to get behind the Uggardian.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe what?\u201d Tawmis asked, furrowing his brows.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe fire guardian,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cThey\u2019re called Uggardians.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo now you think our mage is in danger?\u201d Taren asked, his massive, minotaur muscles twitched.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe all are,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cIf the magic of Grimrock corrupts him, he will become incredibly powerful,\u201d Coy thought back and the seared ice lizard, \u201cHe\u2019s already displaying power boosts beyond his normal ability. It won\u2019t be much longer now, if we don\u2019t get him out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you know a way out of here,\u201d Silvertan asked, almost sarcastically, \u201csince you have been here for so long?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s only three ways out of here,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cThe first, and most common one is death.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s helpful,\u201d Tawmis muttered sarcastically.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe second way,\u201d Coy\u2019s eyes fell on Tawmis, \u201cyou go the route his parents took. You get the local authorities to pull you out. That\u2019s not going to happen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the third?\u201d Silvertan asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Undying One,\u201d Coy replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou say he\u2019s real,\u201d Tawmis said, lowering his arms. \u201cSo how is the Undying One going to help us get out of here? From everything you\u2019ve said, he\u2019s evil. I doubt he\u2019s going to show us the door.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe won\u2019t,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cBut his magic could get us out of here. The teleporters scattered throughout these dungeons \u2013 like the one that your mage friend passed through \u2013 are efforts by the Undying One trying to create a portal that would lead outside of the mountain. The first mages cast a spell around Grimrock that should prevent the Undying One from doing that\u2026 but it\u2019s been a long time, their spell is weakening, while the Undying One is growing stronger. It\u2019s only a matter of time before he gets a portal open and out of here. If we can destroy him, and if your mage friend isn\u2019t turned, he could channel the magic released by the Undying One and create a portal out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, we just need to beat some ancient being who, according to stories told, nearly destroyed the world? That\u2019s it? We do that and we\u2019re free?\u201d Silvertan spat the words, chuckling sarcastically.<\/p>\n

\u201cExactly,\u201d Coy replied, \u201cdoesn\u2019t seem so hard, right?\u201d He returned Silvertan\u2019s sarcasm with his own.<\/p>\n

Posted Sun Oct 12, 2014 12:50 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cSo when you say you\u2019ve been down here a long time,\u201d Tawmis began. \u201cJust how long is \u2018a long time.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

They continued moving through the darkened hallways of Grimrock. \u201cBy human years, I have been down here twenty years,\u201d Coy replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cTwenty years?\u201d Silvertan turned around. \u201cYou have managed to survive down here for that long?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike I said,\u201d Coy replied, \u201cyou\u2019d be amazed where a rat can get to, when it needs to. Ratlings, like myself, are no different. We adapt to survive.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me guess,\u201d Tawmis shrugged, \u201cyou were once a normal rat that the magic of Grimrock changed into what you are now?\u201d He raised an eyebrow sarcastically.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s funny you say that,\u201d Coy began.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. No.\u201d Tawmis shook his head. \u201cIf you\u2019re about to tell me I\u2019m right, I am going to stop believing anything else that comes from your mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was not changed by the magic of Grimrock,\u201d Coy replied, \u201cthough, having been down here as long as I have, I do feel it in my veins. However, among my people it is said that we did indeed come from the magic of Grimrock. When the First Mages first imprisoned the Undying One at the bottom of Grimrock and cast the spell over the mountain that should have kept him there; it is said that several rats, trapped there, also changed, along with everything else. The first Ratlings, they say, came from Grimrock itself. They escaped by going through the grates, further down the mountain, because it eventually leads into the Great Lake just south of Grimrock.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy continued his tale after everyone stopped to listen. \u201cIt is said that those who escaped through the grate; those that survived anyway, ended up surfacing in the middle of the Great Lake. Most, as you can imagine, drowned before ever reaching the surface.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy was silent for a moment. \u201cBut even those that did survive to the surface, not many survived beyond that. The terror of the deep, as they are called, had also been changed by the magic of Grimrock, just through proximity. You see, the spell cast by the First Mages, as I said, is growing weaker, while the Undying One is growing stronger, the more mages they throw down there, accused of various crimes. The Undying One\u2019s foul magic is corrupting everything around it. Soon he will need to wait for those thrown into Grimrock. He will be able to absorb the magic from those within close proximity.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy continued, \u201cThose that were able to make it to shore followed the river south to Nothampton. There they found people reacted in terror and fear, and sought to destroy them, so they quickly stowed away on a ship Ormond, up north. However, as the ship passed through the Sunken Strait, it struck rocks and was run around. Several of the Ratlings managed to survive, along with some of the magic of the First Mages by making it to the Isle of Nex. The home of my people now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis terror of the deep you speak of,\u201d Taren said. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSquid,\u201d Coy shrugged. \u201cOr that\u2019s what it used to be. The Great Lake was full of small squid at one time; many fisherman made their home around its shores long, long ago. But several of the squid made their way into the very grates that the Ratlings escaped from, and found themselves being changed, growing larger within the mountain prison. Eventually they became so large, that they could not escape back through the same grates they had come in. So now, they lay in waiting for unsuspecting prisoners to pass over the grates that they lurk beneath \u2013 then with lightning quick reflexes, enhanced by the horrid magic of the Undying One \u2013 they snap prisoners in half and pull them through the grates and devour them whole.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren nodded his massive minotaur head. \u201cThen the terror of the deep you speak of is similar to the ones my people know. My people are the best sailors of this world \u2013 and there is a beast that we call \u2018Krakoun\u2019 \u2013 giant squid, so large that their tentacles can wrap around the hull of a ship and snap it in half, and like the ones of Grimrock, they too, have the need to feast on flesh.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey, and the slime,\u201d Coy nodded, \u201care the main reason traveling through the grates is unsafe.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is the slime?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cEverything in Grimrock gains life, eventually,\u201d Coy shrugged. \u201cSo far as I have been able to discover, the very algae water in the grates, has also gain life. The slime that roams Grimrock is a slow moving, ball of green liquid and moss. It attempts to devour anything that it can \u2013 whether it be stone, steel or even flesh.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s alive?\u201d Tawmis asked, appalled.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlive,\u201d Coy nodded, \u201cbut not intelligent. It simply exists to consume, no other reason. It will attempt to devour anything and everything \u2013 and anything killed by the slime, will eventually become slime as well, as the flesh bubbles and burns. It\u2019s not a pretty sight,\u201d Coy added. \u201cWe should really begin moving if we hope to find your mage friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Wed Oct 15, 2014 8:14 am<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, that was some good thinking,\u201d Tawmis said looking behind him, the loud humming nearly deafening. It was suddenly silenced by clicking, then crackling. Tawmis peered around the corner again. \u201cOkay, so what were those things?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDown here they\u2019re called Shrakk Torr,\u201d Coy explained. \u201cThey\u2019re essentially flies that had mutated by the magic and become aggressive, and oversized.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked around the corner again and watched as several Shrakk Torr struggled against the enormous webs that the giant spiders had weaved. He looked back at Coy, \u201cIt\u2019s a good thing you knew about those giant spiders so that we could essentially lead them right into their webs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike I said,\u201d Coy replied, his whiskers twitching, \u201cI have been down here a long time. Many prisoners have fallen to those spiders. I survived by scavenging off the dead, using their weapons, gathering their food. The spiders in that room have been very beneficial to my survival.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy heaved a deep breath and urged them on, \u201cCome, we\u2019re getting close.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan trotted behind, keeping pace with Tawmis. \u201cHave I mentioned,\u201d Silvertan slithered the words from his reptilian lips, \u201cthat I don\u2019t trust this Coy? He seems to know entirely too much about this dungeon. He survived down here for 20 years? Alone? Something\u2019s strange with that one.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis nodded, \u201cI agree, something is strange. But we\u2019re alive, and further than we would have probably ever got on our own. I trust him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy led them down another flight of stairs and into a large room, where there was one door caged. Magical writing was scribbling along the wall. Tawmis looked, \u201cWhat does that say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThieves beware,\u201d Coy replied. Silvertan looked at Tawmis, as if to silently question how the Ratling had been able to read the magic writing. As if to answer Silvertan\u2019s unspoken words, Coy continued, \u201cThis is not my first time here. I was thrown down here with others. We got this far. We went inside this room and there\u2019s a magical sword in there. One of the prisoners I was with tried to take it \u2013 it\u2026 did not end well.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy pulled on the gate, and the metallic gate creaked open. Inside, as Coy had said was a blade that was humming with energy. \u201cI would not recommend just trying to take the blade,\u201d Coy warned. \u201cBad things happen.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis stared at it for a moment. \u201cThe sign said thieves beware,\u201d Tawmis pondered out loud. \u201cBut that blade is here for a reason.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo lure us to our doom,\u201d Silvertan muttered.<\/p>\n

Tawmis rolled his eyes at Silvertan. \u201cNo, like everything else in this crazy dungeon \u2013 it\u2019s a puzzle. We just need to figure it out.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey key has to be in the warning,\u201d Tawmis said. \u201cAnd you\u2019re sure you read that right? The magic writing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t the one that originally translated it,\u201d Coy assured Tawmis. \u201cOne of the prisoners thrown down here was a mage, much like your friend. He had translated it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo how do we take it, without taking it,\u201d Tawmis wondered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat if we put something of equal weight upon the altar?\u201d Taren asked. \u201cThat way, the altar never believes anything is taken.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis was about to protest how silly of an idea that had been when he paused, gave it more consideration and finally said, \u201cTaren, my friend, I believe you may have solved this riddle.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis pulled out his sword and placed it just inches above the glowing sword, while using his other hand to wrap it around the magical blade, without lifting it off the altar. Tawmis took a deep breath and was about to do the swap, when he paused and looked at Coy, who was standing near the entrance, as if ready to bolt. \u201cWhat happens if this goes wrong?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just better that you don\u2019t know,\u201d Coy seemed to smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s absolutely comforting,\u201d Tawmis muttered. Tawmis took three deep breaths then swapped the blades. He kept his eyes closed for several seconds, waiting for death to come in some terrifying manner. After a few moments he opened one eye, then the other, and saw everyone standing around, also frozen in fear. Everyone was glancing around waiting for something to happen.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou did it,\u201d Coy finally said. \u201cYou really did it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Those words were exactly what Tawmis had needed to hear. He heaved a deep breath and collapsed to his knees, his entire body tingling with energy as the sword seemed to come alive in his hands. Tawmis stared at the blade, \u201cThere\u2019s so much power in this sword.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFrom the mage that had perished in this room, he called it the Dismantler \u2013 a claymore supposedly forged deep in the underground magma furnaces. It is said to be the weapon that brought the Undying One to his knees, and that\u2019s how they had captured him several thousand years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy peeked outside the room then turned to the others, \u201cNow we\u2019re ready to face the Undying One.\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Thu Oct 16, 2014 1:17 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Taren Bloodhorn led the front of the party; his massive, hulking body seemed almost as wide as the very tunnels themselves. He towered over seven feet tall, his horns nearly scraping the roof of the halls, forcing Taren to bend over slightly as he walked. Behind him, Tawmis walked, the Dismantler blade in his hand, crackling with energy, forcing Tawmis\u2019 hair to stand on end. Tawmis stood nearly six feet tall, but next to his only friend in the world, Tawmis felt like a small pebble, and Taren a mountain.<\/p>\n

Behind Tawmis, Silvertan moved quickly, his skin sometimes allowing itself to try and blend, like a chameleon to the wall. Silvertan was nearly five feet tall, falling short behind Tawmis. Silvertan\u2019s arms and legs were exceptionally thin, which allowed him to easily squeeze into small, and what would otherwise be, uncomfortable areas. His reptilian body, however, allowed his bends far more flexibility than a human or minotaur.<\/p>\n

Bringing up the rear was Coy, whom Silvertan had often voiced a lack of trust. Coy stood nearly five feet tall as well, and though his arms and legs were thin, his gut seemed pudgy. But that was mostly fur, because when he needed to, Coy could almost seemingly collapse his rib cage to allow him to fit into what seemed to be, impossible places. Like at Ratlings, Coy had the ability, much like a ferret to seemingly become paper thin and squeeze into areas that one would not expect him to be able to fit into.<\/p>\n

Together, the four of them marched in grim silence. There had been no sign of Blaz\u2019tik lately; no foot prints, no charred remains that he might have incarnated with magic. Tawmis could not stop thinking about what Coy had said about Blaz\u2019tik, that he Insectoid mage was somehow now ensnared by the Undying One.<\/p>\n

Tawmis could not shake the memories that came back to him as they walked in silence through the halls. The days, weeks, months, he had spent a prisoner of the Mages, who ripped his mind apart, devoured his soul, all because they wanted to know the location of Zhandul’s Orb. And if Coy was to be believed; and there was no reason not to trust the Ratling, since he had been truthful and helpful so far; the Orb was actually brought down into Grimrock by his own parents in an attempt to finally destroy the Undying One.<\/p>\n

If Blaz\u2019tik was a slave of the Undying One, with his last breath, Tawmis would kill Blaz\u2019tik if it came to it. It was better to be free in death, than live enthralled, a slave to mad mages.<\/p>\n

As if hearing Tawmis\u2019 thoughts, Taren turned his head slightly and said, \u201cWe will find Blaz,\u201d his voice was gruff. \u201cWe will free him one way or another.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren and Tawmis had saved one another\u2019s lives too many times to count. There had been an unbreakable bond between them. They shared blood. Their souls. Their hearts. And without question, their minds. It was no surprise to Tawmis that Taren knew exactly what he was thinking. Without saying a word, because no words were needed to be said, Tawmis simply nodded his head, a fire burning in his eyes.<\/p>\n

Posted Mon Oct 20, 2014 11:18 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Shocking Conclusion?<\/em><\/p>\n

Tawmis covered his ears, \u201cWhat in the gods is that humming sound?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve nearly found him,\u201d Coy said, his nose twitching with excitement.<\/p>\n

\u201cBlaz?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cUndoubtedly him as well,\u201d Coy nodded, scampering ahead.<\/p>\n

\u201cHim as well?\u201d Tawmis looked at Taren, who in turn, shrugged.<\/p>\n

They quickened the pace and saw Coy peering around a corner. He turned and faced them and gestured for them to be silent as they approached. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d Tawmis whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s as I feared,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cThe Undying One has taken control of your Mage friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis peered around the corner, and in the center of a massive room was a magnificent cube made of gleaming steel and gears. Tawmis turned to Coy, \u201cThat\u2019s the Undying One? Not exactly how I imagined him to look. I thought he\u2019d look\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMore human?\u201d Coy asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cLess square,\u201d Tawmis managed to joke. He peered around the corner again, \u201cSo what\u2019s happening?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy guess? The Undying One is sending mental commands to your Mage friend to complete him,\u201d Coy replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cComplete him? What do you mean?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen your parents came down here with the Orb to try and destroy the Undying One, they, as you can see did not kill him; but they did damage him. Pieces of him were scattered around the dungeon; some of the pieces flew with such force that it penetrated various levels of the dungeon, embedding themselves within the very walls.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo why isn\u2019t that\u2026 statue\u2026 doing anything?\u201d Tawmis asked, nudging towards the one massive statue.<\/p>\n

\u201cThose are called Wardens,\u201d Coy explained. \u201cThey activate if they believe that there\u2019s an attempt to free the Undying One.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo why aren\u2019t they activated with Blaz in there?\u201d Taren asked gruffly, sizing up the statue.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Undying One must be using his magic to \u2018hide\u2019 Blaz from their view,\u201d Coy explained. \u201cHe can probably afford to hide one; but if we all come around that corner, the Warden is going to activate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd that would be bad,\u201d Tawmis asked, knowing the answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cVery,\u201d Coy replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo how do you propose we do something about this?\u201d Silvertan asked, still not trusting Coy.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I suspect the only way out is activating the Undying One,\u201d Coy shrugged, looking back at the others, and with a shrug of his furry shoulders, added, \u201cbut it might cost us all our lives.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOr just ours, as you make your escape,\u201d Silvertan said aloud.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can see why you wouldn\u2019t trust me, despite the effort I\u2019ve made,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cIf you know of any better ideas, I am more than happy to hear it. Going into a room with the Undying One siphoning the magic from your Mage friend and a big, stone guardian just waiting to activate as soon as we set foot in there is not exactly an ideal good time to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo how are we going to do this?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI take the Warden,\u201d Taren said. Tawmis looked back into the room, gazing over the stone Warden then back to Taren.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t let you fight that thing alone,\u201d Tawmis shook his head. \u201cThat thing has a flail in each hand. And its hide is made of stone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou will need to get Blaz away from the Undying One,\u201d Taren said. \u201cI am the best suited to fight the Warden.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI will keep the Undying One occupied,\u201d Coy said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will help with the Warden,\u201d Silvertan finally replied.<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked at Taren, whose deep, dark eyes stared back down at Tawmis. A smile formed on the corner of Taren\u2019s lips. \u201cThis will not be the last time we see each other, human.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt feels that way,\u201d Tawmis whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is the life after this one,\u201d Taren said with a nod. \u201cWe will find each other again there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis and Taren clanked their blades together, and chanted, \u201cIn life, I lived with honor; in death, I will be remembered.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren stepped into the room, holding his sword and shield. Instantly, the Warden\u2019s eyes suddenly glowed blue.<\/p>\n

Time seemed to suddenly move in slow motion as everyone charged into the room. There was no fear. Only a purpose to do what was expected. Death may come for them all \u2013 but there was no time to think of that now.<\/p>\n

Taren dodged the Warden\u2019s slow swings. Being made of pure stone, the Warden was at least slow. The Warden brought the flail downward, and though Taren was able to side step, the strength of the Warden became very apparent, as the flail crushed the stone floor that it collided with. It would only take a few hits to break through Taren\u2019s massive muscles and shatter his bones.<\/p>\n

Tawmis reached Blaz\u2019tik, who seemed to be hypnotized. Tawmis was shouting at Blaz\u2019tik, but the insectoid just seemed to stare forward at the massive, metallic box in front of him. Tawmis looked around and shouted, the words seeming to fall from his lips at a decelerated speed. \u201cHe\u2019s not responding to me!\u201d<\/p>\n

As Tawmis looked around, he saw Silvertan trying desperately to pierce the Warden\u2019s stone hide with his weapons. Tawmis looked around and could not see Coy.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019s Coy?\u201d Tawmis suddenly shouted as the room suddenly jolted into normal speed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew we couldn\u2019t trust the damn rat!\u201d Silvertan shouted as he barely dodged a backhanded swing from the Warden. \u201cHe set us up to die in here! Sacrifice to the Undying One! That\u2019s how he\u2019s lived down here so long! He\u2019s made a damn deal with the demon!\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly Tawmis saw, from the corner of his eye, Coy was screwing a piece of a gear unto the Undying One. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d Tawmis shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cBelieve it or not, I am getting us out of here,\u201d Coy replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cBy putting the Undying One back together? You said my parents came down here to destroy him! Why would you undo what they risked their lives to do?\u201d Tawmis shouted. He shoved Blaz\u2019tik aside and quickly strode over to Coy.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause,\u201d Coy said, stopping to look Tawmis in the eye. \u201cI know how to get us out of here. I admit, I have not been up front with all of you. Yes, I did set your Mage friend up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean you set him up?\u201d Tawmis shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew the Undying One syphoned off magic from Mages,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cI knew from the time I was thrown down here nearly twenty years ago, when the mage that was thrown down here with me was compelled by the Undying One. In his dying words, he told me about the dreams he had, how the Undying One had visited him, called to him. Since then, I have been gathering the magical components of the mages that perish down here. Hoping one day, a set of prisoners would come down here, strong enough to possibly do something against the Undying One. So yes,\u201d Coy snapped, \u201cI knew giving those spell components to your Mage friend would trigger the Undying One to call upon your Mage friend. I knew this. I used your Mage friend as bait. But your Mage friend is the key. And by the gods,\u201d Coy gestured to the Taren who was fighting the Warden. \u201cI have never seen such courage and determination in anyone else that\u2019s been thrown down here. The bond you two shared pushed one another to keep going. And to learn that you\u2019re the son of Contar and Yennica\u2026 I knew this was the time. I knew it was now or never.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren barely had time to worry about what was going on with Tawmis and Coy; he could only see that his dearest, and truly his only friend, was flailing his arms in an angry gesture as he was speaking to the Ratling. The Warden brought his flail down, which Taren was able to deflect. The chain around the flail wrapped around Taren\u2019s blade, and the Warden was able to yank the blade from the minotaur\u2019s firm grip. \u201cI don\u2019t need swords,\u201d Taren growled. He bowed his head down and charged. The Warden managed to bring his other flail down into Taren\u2019s back, ripping the minotaur\u2019s fur, splashing blood upon the ceiling as the flail left the tattered skin. But Taren did not stop, he charged, his horns slamming into the Warden\u2019s abdomen, barely giving Silvertan enough time to slide out of the way as Taren crashed the Warden into the far wall. With no need to breathe, the Warden was not stunned for long, and brought his flail down again, striking Taren in the back once more.<\/p>\n

Silvertan watched in horror. There was nothing he could do to even damage the Warden. He watched in sadness as the Warden raised his arm, the bloodied flail coming up. Much to his surprise, as the flail came down it did not strike the crushing blow that would have severed Taren\u2019s spine. Instead, it struck a metallic shield. Tawmis was now standing between the Warden and his best friend. \u201cNot today,\u201d Tawmis growled. \u201cNot today\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSilvertan!\u201d Tawmis barked. \u201cGo help Coy put the Undying One back together!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re putting that thing back together?\u201d Silvertan asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust do it,\u201d Tawmis shouted as the Warden brought down the other flail, denting the shield in Tawmis\u2019 hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can not believe we\u2019re doing this,\u201d Silvertan grumbled as he ran by Tawmis and began helping Coy put the Undying One back together.<\/p>\n

Tawmis pulled out the Dismantler, the electric humming began, electricity coursed through his body. \u201cWhat are the odds that this blade can cut through you?\u201d Tawmis sneered as he brought it down upon the Warden\u2019s arm. Much to his surprise and disappointment, it barely nicked the stone guardian\u2019s armored flesh. \u201cWell,\u201d Tawmis muttered, \u201cthat\u2019s certainly disappointing.\u201d<\/p>\n

He tilted his back towards Coy and Silvertan, \u201cIf you two are going to do something, you\u2019re going to have to do it real quick. This is not going well over here.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Warden had forgotten Taren and now focused on the new threat; the one still standing, the one with a weapon \u2013 Tawmis. Time after time, the Warden brought its massive flails down; Tawmis tried to deflect with his battered shield until he was sure that the very vibration of the pounding he was taking had finally broke his arm, and he could not raise his shield anymore.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was a good plan,\u201d he muttered, \u201cexcept for the part where we all die.\u201d<\/p>\n

Much to his surprise, again, he saw two large, black hands wrap around the Warden\u2019s throat from behind. Huge, gleaming eyes of crimson burned in the shadows. Tawmis had seen it before. It was Taren, and he was in a blood rage.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo more,\u201d Taren gargled, barely coherent, his words giving way to the savage beast within him. \u201cNo more.\u201d He put all his weight into his hands and slammed the Warden down upon the ground. The surprised Warden was caught off balance and collapsed to the floor, seemingly unable to stand again.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve got it!\u201d Coy shouted gleefully. The Undying One was now beginning to hum massively. \u201cNow! Now!\u201d Coy jumped up and down. \u201cStrike it with the Dismantler.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen what happens?\u201d Tawmis asked, rushing to Coy\u2019s side.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe pray to the gods that your Mage friend is able to harness all the magic that\u2019s about to come pouring out of him,\u201d Coy shrugged.<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked at Blaz\u2019tik who still looked like he was in a trance. \u201cHe\u2019s not even coherent!\u201d Tawmis pointed to Blaz\u2019tik with the Dismantler blade. \u201cHow is he supposed to know to channel magic?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Undying One has been in touch with his mind,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cHe will sense the release of the magic from the Undying One, and begin to absorb it into himself.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd then?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cHopefully your friend creates a portal before all of this explodes,\u201d Coy smiled, as if he were saying, \u201cThe sun should come up tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis seems like a really horrible plan,\u201d Tawmis muttered.<\/p>\n

The Undying One began to glow. \u201cHorrible or not,\u201d Coy said, \u201cit\u2019s the only one we\u2019ve got and the Undying One is coming out of the magical trance. You do it now or he starts killing us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis thrust his blade into the Undying One \u2013 and at that moment, there was an unholy scream.<\/p>\n

Magic suddenly poured out of the gaping hole that the Dismantler had put into the Undying One \u2013 and just as Coy had said; Blaz\u2019tik suddenly opened his arms, closed his insect eyes, and gazed upward, pulling all the magic into himself. Though there were no doors, no windows, the wind within the entire room seemed to come alive.<\/p>\n

The wind\u2019s speed increased, so that it became a part of the Undying One\u2019s screams.<\/p>\n

A loud boom \u2013 and everyone was thrown to the floor. All except Blaz\u2019tik who was floating in the air, arms out stretched, eyes glowing blue. \u201cI have \u2013tic!- found the way. We can \u2013tic!- be free.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBlaz! You\u2019re back?\u201d Tawmis shouted with joy as he began to stand.<\/p>\n

\u201cI \u2013tic!- am,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik replied. \u201cI have never felt to \u2013tic!- alive in my life. I can see the world in \u2013tic!- ways you could not even begin to \u2013tic!- imagine!\u201d<\/p>\n

He closed his eyes and a small shimmering light appeared; slowly it grew larger and larger. \u201cWe must \u2013tic!- go quickly \u2013 tic!- for the Undying One is about to explode!\u201d<\/p>\n

The shimmering light grew to large square; through the lights, they could see the world outside. \u201cA teleporter,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik smiled, \u201cas I had assumed, not an incinerator.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis smiled. He watched Coy quickly jump through. Tawmis helped Taren to his feet and allowed his friend to go through the teleporter. \u201cWhat about you, Blaz?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI will close the door behind us,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said, \u201cso that \u2013tic!- the explosion is hopefully contained within Grimrock.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBehind you!\u201d came a shout from Silvertan who had not yet stepped through the portal. Tawmis turned in time to see Silvertan push him out of the way as the Warden\u2019s flail came crashing down; crushing Silvertan\u2019s fragile, reptilian spine. \u201cSilvertan!\u201d Tawmis screamed.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo!\u201d Silvertan cursed, as the Warden moved forward. \u201cGo, damn it! Go!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t leave you behind!\u201d Tawmis shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou must!\u201d Silvertan said. \u201cIt\u2019s already too late for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis stared hopelessly. The Warden was approaching again. Tawmis cursed and stepped into the portal.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik looked back at Silvertan, \u201cYou found what you came \u2013tic!- for here,\u201d he said, nodding. Blaz\u2019tik opened his insectoid hands and with a simple blast incinerated the Warden to rubble. He kneeled down in front of Silvertan. \u201cYou found honor \u2013tic- and I will speak of it to all who listen.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silvertan gripped Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s hand and nodded, \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI must \u2013tic- go now,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said. He turned and stepped through the Portal.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik emerged north end of the Great Lake, just south of the Deathfang Ridges. \u201cWe should be \u2013tic- safe here,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said.<\/p>\n

Then the explosion came.<\/p>\n

It was louder, stronger, more powerful than any of them could have expected. It knocked all of them into the Great Lake\u2019s waters.<\/p>\n

Tawmis opened his eyes, and looked around. There was a familiar sight. And for a moment, he wondered if he had dreamed the entire event of Grimrock \u2013 and wondered if he was still in the prison cell in Curvia, where this had all begun.<\/p>\n

But when he could barely stand, and not because he was groggy from the explosion, but because the ground seemed to sway beneath his feet; he grabbed the bars for balance. Then he could smell it. The fresh ocean breeze. The sound of waves crashing against a ship.<\/p>\n

He looked around him and saw Taren, Blaz\u2019tik and Coy.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are we?\u201d Tawmis asked, having no memory after the explosion that shook Grimrock.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re on a slave ship,\u201d Taren muttered, recognizing the interior of the ship.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Elf Wind,\u201d Coy said, \u201cto be exact. Chances are we\u2019re headed up Daejon for Gladiator combat slavery.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe explosion drew a lot of attention,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cMages. Warriors. Thieves. All interested in what might be within Grimrock\u2019s remains. Apparently we were fortunate enough to be found by slavers and traders down stream from the Great Lake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s just wonderful,\u201d Tawmis sighed, and sunk against the bars. \u201cWhat else could possibly go wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Mon Oct 27, 2014 10:49 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Elf Wind rocked back and forth, cutting quickly through the dark, blue ocean waters. Tawmis heard a familiar groan and turned to see Blaz’tik finally regaining consciousness, the last of them to do so. “Glad you could join us among the living,” Tawmis said, leaning against his bars.<\/p>\n

“If this -tic!- is living,” Blaz’tik muttered, “I much prefer being dead. My -tic!- head is pounding viciously!”<\/p>\n

“The explosion back there at Grimrock would be responsible for that,” Tawmis nodded. “We all got the wind knocked out of us.”<\/p>\n

“What -tic!- happened?” Blaz’tik asked.<\/p>\n

“Well, you merged with the Undying One, as far as any one of us can guess,” Tawmis began explaining. “He was using you, absorbing your magic, to make himself more powerful. We sort of stabbed him with something called the Dismantler – made, specifically from what Coy says,” Tawmis gestured to the Ratling in the neighboring cage who looked less than pleased to be aboard the ship, “to destroy the Undying One. The result was a malfunction – and next thing we know, you were absorbing his magic. You made some portals, teleported us out. We landed near the Great Lake, and then there was an explosion. That’s pretty much the last thing any of us really remember, until waking up on this ship.”<\/p>\n

“Slaver ship,” Coy muttered, “by the looks of the materials down here with us.” He heaved a deep sigh. “No doubt headed for the Gladiator rings. We will be sold as ‘The Slayers of the Undying One’ or ‘The Destroyers of Grimrock.’ We’re bound to fetch a high price on the Gladiator market.”<\/p>\n

“But,” Tawmis interrupted Coy’s pessimistic tone, “now that you’re awake, that’s not going to be a problem, right?”<\/p>\n

If Blaz’tik could raise a questioning eye brow, such as he had seen Tawmis do in the past, he would have. “How -tic!- do you figure?”<\/p>\n

“Blaz,” Tawmis began. “All that magic you absorbed. The spells you were casting. We have the most powerful mage in the world at our side! Let’s melt these cages, take over this ship, and sail back home!”<\/p>\n

“I’m,” Blaz’tik stammered, “I am afraid -tic!- that will not be possible.”<\/p>\n

“Not be possible?” Tawmis stammered. “What do you mean ‘that will not be possible’?”<\/p>\n

“I am trying to recall my -tic!- spells… and… I can barely remember -tic!- how to cast a light spell!” Blaz’tik confessed.<\/p>\n

“A light spell? A light spell?” Tawmis sunk down. “Yeah, that’s just what I want right now. A light spell – to show how depressing our situation really is. How could you not know your spells?”<\/p>\n

“I am -tic!- afraid that perhaps,” Blaz’tik began to explain, “that the explosion -tic!- may have jarred my memory… or perhaps what I -tic!- learned from the Undying One was a fleeting thing… it’s magic has -tic!- burned out and run its course.”<\/p>\n

Coy looked over at Tawmis and shrugged, “I told you it wouldn’t be this easy.”<\/p>\n

Tawmis heaved a deep sigh. “Do you insist on reminding me when you’re right?”<\/p>\n

“No,” Coy replied. “Because I’d be repeating myself all the time to you.”<\/p>\n

Tawmis lunged at Coy. “If these bars weren’t here, my hands would be around your throat right now.”<\/p>\n

“If these bars weren’t here,” Coy retorted, “you’d have no reason to be upset.”<\/p>\n

There was a pause, and Coy finally asked, “Am I right?”<\/p>\n

“Just shut up,” was Tawmis’ only muttered reply.<\/p>\n

Posted Wed Oct 29, 2014 10:28 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tawmis stood, hands on the bars of the cage and rattled them as much as he could, as if hoping he could bend them. “I refuse to fight in a gladiator ring again. I refuse to be a slave.” Tawmis’ eyes drifted to Taren who had been unusually silent. For both of them, they met in a gladiator ring. Together, they fought side by side and earned their freedom. But the time as a Gladiator was harsh. They had witness so much death, so much brutality. “We will find a way out of this,” Tawmis assured the massive minotaur.<\/p>\n

Taren turned and looked at Tawmis and gave him a weak smile. “I am sure we will. Our path is just unclear at the moment.”<\/p>\n

Suddenly the ship lurched to the right unexpectedly, sending all of them crashing painfully into the metal bars, unable to adjust to the sudden shift in the ship’s direction. Blaz’tik tried to pull himself up, but the ship was still pulling hard to the right. “What -tic!- is going on?”<\/p>\n

“I’ve been on enough ships,” Taren replied. “This is not natural. I don’t even hear any wind. Something is pulling the ship to the right. And pulling very hard.”<\/p>\n

Coy peered through one of portholes of the ship. “You may not hear winds, but those skies have turned black! Look!”<\/p>\n

Outside it was as if a grey bottle of paint was spilled across the sky. Slowly, it spread, devouring the once blue skies, and making them dark and grey. Accompanying the change, the sea also began to surge; large waves slammed up against the ship, which rocked the entire boat. Down below, Tawmis and others found themselves being batted around their prison cages. Above deck, the crew members were shouting; the voices of most were clearly drenched in just as much fear as they were wet. Tawmis turned to Blaz’tik, “This you’re doing?”<\/p>\n

“I’m afraid not,” Blaz’tik replied, his mandibles clicking nervously.<\/p>\n

“This is not a natural storm,” Taren stared out the porthole. The ship took a massive dive, her front piercing deep into the ocean as she came over the wave. As she came back over the next wave, an island came into view.<\/p>\n

“That’s Nex,” Coy replied.<\/p>\n

“Isn’t that where you’re from?” Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

“Yes,” Coy replied, though he didn’t sound excited.<\/p>\n

Just then, someone in the crow’s nest shouted something about land.<\/p>\n

Then came the crash; and the coral reef ripped through the bottom of the boat, cutting her open, filling her with water.<\/p>\n

The last thing Tawmis heard before the water washed over him was Coy mentioning something about “The Master.”<\/p>\n

Posted Thu Oct 30, 2014 1:18 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tawmis heaved a deep breath and took in grains of sand, deep into his lungs. He began coughing and sputtering, breathing in the fresh air. Groggily he looked around to see where he was, and was pleasantly surprised to see that he was still alive. He coughed and choked, his head a hazy mess. He tried to push himself upright but felt his arms quiver under his weight. “I’ll just lay here for a minute,” he finally said and collapsed again into the sand.<\/p>\n

He heard a loud, gruff cough not too far from him and knew that Taren was alive. “You alive over there?” Tawmis called out.<\/p>\n

“Indeed,” Taren’s deep voice replied. “Though,” he added after a moment, “with as much pain as I am in, I think I’d much prefer to be among the dead.”<\/p>\n

“You see Blaz or that Rat?” Tawmis called out.<\/p>\n

“My name is Coy,” the Ratling replied. “It’s not like you don’t know that!”<\/p>\n

“Oh good,” Tawmis muttered, “you survived too.”<\/p>\n

“As did -tic!- I,” Blaz’tik managed to call out.<\/p>\n

As the sun began to set on the horizon, Tawmis and the others gathered and used the dry wood from the shattered ship to make a campfire. The night grew cold, the breeze biting into their skin through their soaked clothing. Tawmis turned to Coy, “So, you’re from here. What can you tell us about this place?”<\/p>\n

“I can tell you that it’s a death trap,” Coy said. “I didn’t get exiled. I left here to survive. And now I am back on this cursed island.”<\/p>\n

“What happened to the -tic!- rest of the crew?” Blaz’tik wondered.<\/p>\n

“If the Master of Nex had his way, they’re shark food,” Coy replied.<\/p>\n

“The Master,” Tawmis repeated. “I heard you say something about that just before the ship slammed into the coral reef,” Tawmis said, as he tore off a piece of his clothing and wrapped his arm, that had a deep cut from the very coral reef he was speaking of. “What’s the deal with that?”<\/p>\n

“The Master,” Coy replied, “is a mysterious figure who has made this island the death trap that it is.”<\/p>\n

“What can you tell us about him?” Taren asked.<\/p>\n

“Nothing,” Coy shrugged. “I literally know nothing about him. Only that he is a powerful mage of some kind. And his hobby is experimenting and creating death traps. He believes that only the strong will survive. In his mind, he thinks this benefits those who shipwreck on this island. He thinks he’s making the world a better place by removing the weak.”<\/p>\n

“So,” Tawmis sighed and laid back on the sand, “we escape from Grimrock to land here, on this pleasant island of death?”<\/p>\n

“We escaped Grimrock,” Taren growled, “we can get through this.”<\/p>\n

“You don’t know this island,” Coy said, “our luck is going to run out.”<\/p>\n

“No prisoner ever escaped Grimrock, but we did,” Taren replied.<\/p>\n

“I suspect that’s exactly why the Master shipwrecked us here, and ensured our survival, and only ours,” Coy said. “Because we did escape Grimrock – in the Master’s eyes, we are strong. But are we strong enough to survive the island?”<\/p>\n

“This Master sounds like a pleasant fellow,” Tawmis sighed. “Can’t wait to meet him face to face.” He paused, and finally added, “So I can run my sword through him.”<\/p>\n

Posted Wed Nov 05, 2014 2:20 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tawmis grabbed a shell that sat, perched on the beach sand. He looked around and shattered a portion of it against a large boulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d Coy asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve got no weapons because they sank with the ship,\u201d Tawmis replied. \u201cSo I am going to make some weapons.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA shell is not going to be much defense against the horrors of this island,\u201d Coy said, sitting back down.<\/p>\n

\u201cNeither is sitting there hoping some ship is going to come by and rescue us,\u201d Tawmis retorted. Coy shot Tawmis a foul look.<\/p>\n

Taren returned from the waters, holding an assortment of fractured panels of wood that had washed ashore from the sundered remains of the ship. Tawmis took one and began using the shattered shell to sharpen the point of one of them, creating a crude spear.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re more resourceful than I would have given you credit for,\u201d Coy admired. \u201cThough I should have known, considering you managed to survive Grimrock as well.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren chuckled. \u201cYou should hear some of the stories we could share,\u201d the gruff minotaur said. \u201cWe have been through a lot, he and I. We have been in more predicaments than I can possibly ever hope to recall.\u201d Taren looked over at Tawmis, \u201cHe has a habit of either bedding the wrong women, opening his big mouth, or wanting to help someone out, who is clearly in more trouble than they can handle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou sound like a man with mix morals,\u201d Coy said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI prefer to say that I am a complex individual,\u201d Tawmis retorted, as he threw one of the panels of wood towards Coy. \u201cNow if you\u2019re doing trying to figure out the person that I am, we could use your help forging some weapons against this,\u201d Tawmis tone changed to mimic Coy\u2019s, \u201cisland of death.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy picked up the wood and began carving away at the tip, \u201cI still say this is a useless idea.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019d probably get more done if you talked less,\u201d Tawmis smiled. Tawmis turned to Blaz\u2019tik, \u201cAny luck recalling any of that wild magic you were casting before the explosion of Grimrock?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am afraid not,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik admitted. \u201cIt\u2019s as if I can see them there; whispering in my mind \u2013 but they have yet to come forward.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s all right,\u201d Tawmis admitted. In truth, Tawmis was partially relieved that Blaz\u2019tik could not recall all the wild magic. When they had found Blaz\u2019tik, and he had absorbed all the magic of the Undying One into himself; Tawmis saw that the friendly humanoid-insect no longer resided behind those eyes; instead there was something there that craved even more power. It was almost a relief to know that Blaz\u2019tik was back to being his normal, humble, less magical self.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik emerged from a small brush and help up a large sized egg. \u201cLook what I found! There\u2019s a few others here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething laid those eggs,\u201d Taren noted. \u201cSomething fairly large.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTurtles,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cThe western coast of this island is full of them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell that means we eat something other than these little crabs,\u201d Tawmis nudged several crabs that had been skittering by his foot. \u201cAnd now that we sort of have weapons; we start moving into the island itself and see if we can\u2019t find a way off of here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Wed Sep 30, 2015 11:48 am<\/strong><\/p>\n

After nearly a year… (Nov 2014 was the last time I officially added to the story!)<\/em><\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik emerged from a small brush and help up a large sized egg. \u201cLook what I found! There\u2019s a few others here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething laid those eggs,\u201d Taren noted. \u201cSomething fairly large.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTurtles,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cThe western coast of this island is full of them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell that means we eat something other than these little crabs,\u201d Tawmis nudged several crabs that had been skittering by his foot. \u201cAnd now that we sort of have weapons; we start moving into the island itself and see if we can\u2019t find a way off of here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe only way we\u2019re likely to get off of this island is when we\u2019re dead,\u201d Coy sighed. \u201cAnd even then, we\u2019ll just be food for something on this island. So I hope you have some spiritual belief that allows your spirit to transcend away from this island.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCan someone \u2013tic!- remind me why \u2013tic!- he\u2019s with us,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik muttered aloud.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I\u2019m familiar with the island,\u201d Coy answered shortly, not realizing that Blaz\u2019tik was being sarcastic; though it was always difficult to tell when Blaz\u2019tik was anything other than serious, as insectoids have no influx of their voice; it\u2019s always the same, flat, clicking sound.<\/p>\n

The sun was beating down on the four of them as they moved along the shore. At high noon, the sun was becoming unbearable hot, forcing them to take shelter inside a small cavern on the coast\u2019s shoreline. \u201cThese a network of caves,\u201d Tawmis noted, exploring the back end of the cave.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik returned from outside, holding a tattered parchment in his hands. \u201cLook \u2013tic!- what I found \u2013tic!- jammed into a log.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren, the massive minotaur, approached Blaz\u2019tik and read it aloud:<\/p>\n

\u201cDear Visitor,<\/p>\n

Welcome to my island! I hope your journey was not too detrimental to your health. I think you will find this island to be the most wonderful, yet the most perilous place, on Earth.<\/p>\n

I don’t have high hopes about your survival, but maybe you can prove me wrong.<\/p>\n

Better equip yourself before the night falls.<\/p>\n

The Island Master\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis returned from the back of the cave. \u201cSon of a\u2026 So someone purposely shipwrecked us?\u201d Tawmis looked at Coy. \u201cDemons of Dex, who is this \u2018Island Master\u2019 Coy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve seen him,\u201d Coy answered, \u201cbut I can\u2019t tell much about him. He\u2019s shrouded in a black robe and wears a large key around his neck.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA wizard then,\u201d Tawmis muttered. He glanced over at Blaz\u2019tik, \u201cNo offense, Blaz.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNone \u2013tic!- taken,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik assured Tawmis.<\/p>\n

Tawmis shook his head. \u201cWhy is it always wizards? I\u2019m telling you, magic drives a sane person insane.\u201d He looked at Blaz\u2019tik again. \u201cSorry, again. No offense. It\u2019s just it always seems to be wizards who are the main source of problems in my life. From my childhood to now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s understandable \u2013tic!- you\u2019d feel as you do,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik assured Tawmis, his insectoid tone, flat and monotone. \u201cI was \u2013tic!- consumed by the magic of the \u2013tic!- Undying One\u2026 and\u2026 for that brief \u2013tic!- moment, I was\u2026 -tic!- not of my own mind.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d Coy interjected, \u201cI can promise you, without the insect\u2019s magic, we would have never escaped the Grimrock dungeon. And without his magic, we won\u2019t be getting away from this island.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren came to stand, towering over Tawmis. \u201cThe rodent is bothersome,\u201d his voice was deep and rumbling, \u201cbut he proved to be of great use while we were imprisoned in Grimrock. If he truly does know this island as well as he claims, he may yet again prove useful.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis nodded in agreement. \u201cI\u2019m concerned that he may be using us for his own ends. He mentioned his people were on this island. What if he\u2019s just trying to get back to them\u2026 and once he does, we\u2019re as good as gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI shall endeavor to keep my eye on the rodent then,\u201d Taren smiled, his teeth showing rows of glistening sharpened fangs. \u201cI feel you\u2019re concerned about our insectoid friend as well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am,\u201d Tawmis whispered. \u201cHe\u2019s not been the same since his mind merged with the Undying One. He\u2019s not been able to channel magic \u2013 which, granted \u2013 I am somewhat thankful for. The less mages that exist in this world, all the better. But if this Island Keeper is some kind of mage \u2013 then having Blaz\u2019tik at full power might be beneficial.\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Thu Oct 01, 2015 11:07 am<\/strong><\/p>\n

Taren came to stand, towering over Tawmis. \u201cThe rodent is bothersome,\u201d his voice was deep and rumbling, \u201cbut he proved to be of great use while we were imprisoned in Grimrock. If he truly does know this island as well as he claims, he may yet again prove useful.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis nodded in agreement. \u201cI\u2019m concerned that he may be using us for his own ends. He mentioned his people were on this island. What if he\u2019s just trying to get back to them\u2026 and once he does, we\u2019re as good as gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI shall endeavor to keep my eye on the rodent then,\u201d Taren smiled, his teeth showing rows of glistening sharpened fangs. \u201cI feel you\u2019re concerned about our insectoid friend as well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am,\u201d Tawmis whispered. \u201cHe\u2019s not been the same since his mind merged with the Undying One. He\u2019s not been able to channel magic \u2013 which, granted \u2013 I am somewhat thankful for. The less mages that exist in this world, all the better. But if this Island Keeper is some kind of mage \u2013 then having Blaz\u2019tik at full power might be beneficial.\u201d<\/p>\n

The repetitive sound of the lapping tide would have been relaxing; under normal circumstances. Instead, everyone sat towards the back of the cave, waiting for the beating sun\u2019s relentless heat to pass to night. \u201cWhen the night comes, it will be worse,\u201d Coy finally said, breaking the silence. \u201cThe creatures of the island will also be coming out, when the air becomes cooler.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked over at Coy. \u201cDo you ever say anything positive? Uplifting?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe beaches here are beautiful,\u201d Coy shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s better,\u201d Tawmis sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut they\u2019re also deadly,\u201d Coy added, after a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou never stop, do you?\u201d Tawmis shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what you mean,\u201d Coy confessed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI actually believe that you don\u2019t,\u201d Tawmis agreed.<\/p>\n

The night had come, and with it a gentle, cool breeze. The entire island had the illusion of a peaceful setting; but each of them could feel it in their bones; the tension that made their muscles tighter. As the sun was setting, it also brought out a swarm of giant mosquitos, which Tawmis and Taren swung their primitive weapons at; and while striking a few with each swing, it never seemed to decrease the amount of flittering, bothersome, blood sucking mosquitos. Blaz\u2019tik approached, and simply said, \u201cAllow \u2013tic!- me to try\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He opened his right hand \u2013 closed his insectoid eyes \u2013 and closed his fist. A bust of flame shot forth from his hand, striking the mosquitos, eviscerating the majority of the swam; the rest fled.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2026 got some magic back, I see?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI \u2013tic!- surmised that perhaps \u2013tic!- once in a dangerous situation \u2013tic!- some of my magic might \u2013tic!- return to me,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s\u2026 good,\u201d Tawmis said beneath his breath.<\/p>\n

Posted Fri Oct 02, 2015 9:58 am<\/strong><\/p>\n

The night had come, and with it a gentle, cool breeze. The entire island had the illusion of a peaceful setting; but each of them could feel it in their bones; the tension that made their muscles tighter. As the sun was setting, it also brought out a swarm of giant mosquitos, which Tawmis and Taren swung their primitive weapons at; and while striking a few with each swing, it never seemed to decrease the amount of flittering, bothersome, blood sucking mosquitos. Blaz\u2019tik approached, and simply said, \u201cAllow \u2013tic!- me to try\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He opened his right hand \u2013 closed his insectoid eyes \u2013 and closed his fist. A bust of flame shot forth from his hand, striking the mosquitos, eviscerating the majority of the swam; the rest fled.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2026 got some magic back, I see?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI \u2013tic!- surmised that perhaps \u2013tic!- once in a dangerous situation \u2013tic!- some of my magic might \u2013tic!- return to me,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s\u2026 good,\u201d Tawmis said beneath his breath.<\/p>\n

As they made their way along the shore, bodies of the crew of the slave ship, The Elf Wind, had washed ashore. Along with their bodies, some armor and weapons, that Coy had no problem, Tawmis noted, pilfering and distributing. When Coy turned and saw the look of disdain on Taren\u2019s face, he looked at the massive minotaur and shrugged, \u201cWhat? It\u2019s not like they\u2019re going to need it.\u201d He flipped a dagger between his fingers and sheathed the blade in his newly acquired belt. \u201cAnd if we have any hope of surviving this island, you\u2019re going to have to toughen up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am more than adequately \u2018tough\u2019,\u201d Taren growled. \u201cHowever, looting the dead is a dishonorable act.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey were slavers,\u201d Coy retorted.<\/p>\n

Tawmis was about to say something, until Coy had mentioned they were slavers, then he finally nodded in agreement. \u201cI\u2019ve got to side with him this time,\u201d Tawmis admitted. \u201cThey were slavers. Not the greatest of people. I\u2019ve had more than my share of time with slavers, being in their pens, fighting in their rings. At least we can take their weapons and armor and make something good out of what was normally pretty horrible people,\u201d he shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is wisdom in your words,\u201d Taren agreed. \u201cFine. We take their weapons and armor then. Give me that axe,\u201d he pointed at the large axe strapped to the back of one of the dead slavers.<\/p>\n

Tawmis strapped on a piece of leather armor around his chest and adjusted the sword at his side. He looked down and saw the symbol of the slaver ship\u2019s crest on the chest piece of his armor and took the small dagger from the slaver\u2019s boot and began scratching it out as much as he could.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik found a small, wooden chest washed ashore that had much needed spell components. Some of them had been ruined by their journey through the salty ocean; but some of the components had been wrapped tightly in bags. Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s insectoid armor gave him a natural defense, but still, some additional scrap leather here and there, helped protect more vulnerable locations.<\/p>\n

Most of the armor from the slavers \u2013 most of which, had been human \u2013 did not fit Taren\u2019s large body. He made due by tearing the armor, then punching holes in it with another dagger, and looping straps of leather through it, so that he could tie the leather around his body and offer some protection against whatever this island housed.<\/p>\n

As Coy dressed himself in leather armor, he looked at the others. He placed his dagger in its sheath, his round eyes never once leaving the other three he had been stranded with. In his head, he was calculating his chance of survival. They had proved to be exceptionally useful in escaping Grimrock \u2013 but how much more did they have left?<\/p>\n

Posted Fri Oct 02, 2015 12:35 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

As Coy dressed himself in leather armor, he looked at the others. He placed his dagger in its sheath, his round eyes never once leaving the other three he had been stranded with. In his head, he was calculating his chance of survival. They had proved to be exceptionally useful in escaping Grimrock \u2013 but how much more did they have left?<\/p>\n

As they pressed on around the edge of the shoreline, they eventually came to what appeared to be a dead end.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, that\u2019s wonderful,\u201d Tawmis grumbled. He peered over the rock ledge. \u201cWe could try to scale these rocks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo need,\u201d Coy\u2019s voice emerged from the dark shadows that the moonless night provided. \u201cI found a passage through the stone, just over here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren looked at Tawmis, and if he could roll his eyes, he would have. He whispered \u2013 as much as a Minotaur can whisper, with their booming, deep voice \u2013 \u201cIt is strange that our friend found a secret passage so quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis nodded in agreement. \u201cHe\u2019s clearly been on this island, like he said before. So he knows the ins and outs of this place. I suppose, to that regard, he\u2019s at least going to be useful helping us get around \u2013 and ideally \u2013 off this island.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf he does not betray us before then,\u201d Taren muttered.<\/p>\n

\u201cRight, if that doesn\u2019t happen,\u201d Tawmis echoed.<\/p>\n

As they moved deeper and deeper into the cavern, the blackness of night devoured them; the faint light of stars bleeding away, consumed by the shadows within the cave. \u201cI can\u2019t even see my hand in front of my face,\u201d Tawmis complained.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can see just fine, follow my voice,\u201d Coy suggested.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause that seems like a safe idea,\u201d Tawmis growled.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou still don\u2019t trust me,\u201d Coy whispered from somewhere ahead.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not that I don\u2019t trust you,\u201d Tawmis replied, \u201cit\u2019s just that I don\u2019t have complete certainty in you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the same thing as not trusting me,\u201d Coy replied, again his voice seemingly coming from the very shadows.<\/p>\n

\u201cSure, if you want to see it that way, I suppose it sounds like that,\u201d Tawmis said.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease \u2013tic!-,\u201d came Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s monotone voice, \u201callow me.\u201d<\/p>\n

In the darkness, Blaz\u2019tik brought his hand directly in front of his chest and released some of the powder he had found in the chest along the shoreline; opened his hand, then brought it down and closed his hand. The tip of his make shift wooden staff began to glow. When the passage lit up, just ahead of Tawmis, Coy stood, poised with dagger in hand.<\/p>\n

Tawmis raised an eye brow. \u201cWhy\u2019s your dagger out?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause,\u201d Coy said after a moment, as if thinking of an excuse. \u201cI can see in the dark. And these tunnels are not without creatures. You weren\u2019t thinking I was\u2026\u201d Coy looked as though he was offended. \u201cYou did not think I was going to attack you, did you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked at Coy, his hand going to the hilt of his sword. \u201cYou have to admit that looks a little odd; especially since you\u2019re facing me, and not forward if you\u2019re anticipating something in these caves\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy smiled, his two front teeth glistening in Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s magical light, \u201cIs it not proper human behavior to turn and face those you are speaking with?\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis had a bad feeling that Coy was \u2013 literally \u2013 lying through his teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cAfter all,\u201d Coy continued, \u201cwhat good would you be to me, dead so soon?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo soon?\u201d Tawmis echoed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat I mean is, so early on, if I was going to kill you \u2013 and I don\u2019t plan to \u2013 it\u2019d be later, when I feel safe,\u201d Coy explained.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat still doesn\u2019t make me feel better,\u201d Tawmis replied, his hand no longer on his hilt. \u201cYou can see why I don\u2019t trust you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you admit it then,\u201d Coy chuckled, and turned his head continued down into cave, dagger still in hand, \u201cYou don\u2019t trust me. Just like I said.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik looked over at Tawmis, and if the insectoid could chuckle, he probably would have.<\/p>\n

Posted Tue Oct 06, 2015 3:51 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cSo you admit it then,\u201d Coy chuckled, and turned his head continued down into cave, dagger still in hand, \u201cYou don\u2019t trust me. Just like I said.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik looked over at Tawmis, and if the insectoid could chuckle, he probably would have.<\/p>\n

Following Coy, through the darkened cavern, all of them noticed the same thing ahead; a light, blue hue that was all too familiar. \u201cDon\u2019t tell me,\u201d Tawmis muttered.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf it is what we think it is,\u201d Taren rumbled, his deep, resounding voice, echoing slightly in the cavern, \u201cthen that may be a very good thing.\u201d The cavern led to a large, circular opening; with a Crystal of Life hovering to one side. But that\u2019s not what caught Tawmis\u2019 attention.<\/p>\n

He pointed at a decimated, ship-wreck in the center of the clearing. The front of half of the broken ship was buried under several feet of sand. Seaweed dangled from the ship, blowing gently in the night sky, as if it had just been plucked from the ocean.<\/p>\n

As he approached the ship, he ran his fingers along the hull. It was, as he suspected \u2013 and feared \u2013 it was the remains of the slaver ship that had been destroyed, and as a result, stranded them on the island. He pointed to the crest at the front of the ship, \u201cThe Elf Wind,\u201d he pointed out. \u201cSomeone care to tell me how the ship that was destroyed with us on it \u2013 ended up here,\u201d he spun in a circle, \u201cin the middle of a rocky area, with no water around?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMagic,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s monotone, insectoid voice replied. \u201cWhoever this \u2013tic!- key master is undoubtedly \u2013tic!- lifted the ship from the \u2013tic!- bottom of the sea and \u2013tic!- placed it here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy,\u201d Tawmis shouted. \u201cWhy would someone place the ship here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can tell you,\u201d Coy twitched his nose. \u201cThat ship wasn\u2019t here before.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cClearly,\u201d Tawmis muttered, \u201csince that was the slave ship we got stuck on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think it\u2019s a message?\u201d Taren asked, his massive, boulder sized hands, resting on his hips.<\/p>\n

\u201cOr \u2013tic!- perhaps a clue,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik added.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s got to be a reason it\u2019s there,\u201d Coy hissed.<\/p>\n

\u201cOther than the fact that this mage is just as insane as over other mage I know?\u201d Tawmis growled.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo \u2013tic!- offense, I know,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said from behind Tawmis.<\/p>\n

Tawmis spun and turned and looked at Blaz\u2019tik, \u201cRight. No offense intended. Again.\u201d Tawmis walked around the ship, \u201cOnly a wizard would think that putting a ship in the middle of land is a good idea for a clue.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis halted, coming to stand in front of Blaz\u2019tik. \u201cI swear, I don\u2019t mean you, Blaz. I mean whoever this Key Keeper or whatever the ratling called him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRest assured \u2013 tic!- I still take no offense,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik nodded.<\/p>\n

Posted Tue Oct 13, 2015 2:01 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

They each stared at the ship, shattered in the middle of the field, surrounded by rocks. The boards creaked against the gentle breeze, her tattered flag \u2013 a pine tree with two cross swords through it \u2013 flapped in the wind, as if waving to get their attention.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s got to be a reason it\u2019s there,\u201d Coy hissed, walking around the outside of the stranded ship.<\/p>\n

\u201cOther than the fact that this mage is just as insane as over other mage I know?\u201d Tawmis growled.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo \u2013tic!- offense, I know,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said from behind Tawmis.<\/p>\n

Tawmis spun and turned and looked at Blaz\u2019tik, \u201cRight. No offense intended. Again.\u201d Tawmis walked around the ship, \u201cOnly a wizard would think that putting a ship in the middle of land is a good idea for a clue.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis halted, coming to stand in front of Blaz\u2019tik. \u201cI swear, I don\u2019t mean you, Blaz. I mean whoever this Key Keeper or whatever the ratling called him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRest assured \u2013 tic!- I still take no offense,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik nodded.<\/p>\n

Tawmis screamed out suddenly. Taren rushed to his friend\u2019s side. Tawmis continued to point. \u201cTell me I don\u2019t see what I think I see.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a statue, remarkable quality \u2013 which would not be entirely unusual \u2013 except that the statue was of the very captain of The Elf Wind slaver ship – Captain Bairon. Tawmis leaned close, examining the statue. \u201cThe workmanship is uncanny. You don\u2019t suppose there was a statue of the captain aboard his own ship? I mean, that seems a little more than egotistical\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren shook his head, his rumbling voice like thunder rolling across the heavens. \u201cI fear that this was not fine workmanship that you believe it to be, my friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked between the statue and Taren. \u201cWhat do you mean? You can\u2019t deny that whoever carved this thing did some uncanny work.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s the work of a medusa,\u201d Taren finally said.<\/p>\n

\u201cMa-what?\u201d Tawmis turned around.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik came to stand close by now as well. \u201cSuch \u2013tic!- creatures were thought to be \u2013tic!- mythological.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot so much,\u201d Taren finally said solemnly. \u201cOn Maunlatore, where I live, the Medusa thrive\u2026 typically, deep inside caves\u2026 if they don\u2019t get you with their poison tipped arrows\u2026 or their poison tipped nails\u2026 or the snakes on their head\u2026 there is their gaze\u2026 which,\u201d Taren gestured towards the statue, \u201ccauses petrification \u2013 as in, changing flesh to stone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you\u2019re about to tell me you think this Key Keeper or whatever,\u201d Tawmis muttered, \u201chas some kind of pet Medusa and used it to make this slaver \u2013 not that he deserved any better, being a slaver \u2013 into stone?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat would be my guess,\u201d Taren nodded, looking around. \u201cWe haven\u2019t seen any wild life turned to stone; so I suspect that the Key Master utilized the Medusa for a very specific purpose.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike putting the slaver\u2019s ship in the middle of this clearing,\u201d Tawmis growled. \u201cBecause what would be the purpose of \u2013\u201c Tawmis\u2019 hand brushed against something. He looked. There was a note in the statue\u2019s hand. \u201cYou\u2019ve got to be kidding me.\u201d Tawmis reached over and unrolled the parchment, \u201cIt would seem our host has left us another clue.\u201d<\/p>\n

He read the note aloud:<\/p>\n

\u201cThe second most precious thing in life for a seafaring captain is his sword, because without it he cannot command his crew. Thus, upon losing his weapon somewhere on Shipwreck beach, he lost what is most important to him: the respect of his crew.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt would seem \u2013tic!-,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik thought aloud, \u201cthat we are to find this slaver\u2019s sword \u2013tic- and place it in his hand \u2013tic!- where the note was.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is getting ridiculous,\u201d Tawmis growled. \u201cI almost wish I was still imprisoned in Grimrock.\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Fri Nov 06, 2015 3:07 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tawmis pulled the note from the statue\u2019s hand and read it, \u201cThe second most precious thing in life for a seafaring captain is his sword, because without it he cannot command his crew. Thus, upon losing his weapon somewhere on Shipwreck beach, he lost what is most important to him: the respect of his crew.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt would seem \u2013tic!-,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik thought aloud, \u201cthat we are to find this slaver\u2019s sword \u2013tic- and place it in his hand \u2013tic!- where the note was.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is getting ridiculous,\u201d Tawmis growled as he crumbled the note. \u201cI almost wish I was still imprisoned in Grimrock.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsewhere on the island\u2026<\/p>\n

The tide crashed violently against the shore, and with it, more bodies and tattered remains of the slaver ship, The Elfin Wind. One of the bodies rose up, coughing and choking. It was a large, burly man, whose muscles showed signs of constant usage. His tribal markings up and down the left arm, as well as those on his forehead marked him as a barbarian from the Endless Tundra far to the northern lands.<\/p>\n

Next to him, another body stirred; a tall man, whose long blond hair, and trimmed mustache showed he was someone of some class. On his side, a massive sword that had clearly meant something to him. He was helping a woman wearing red robes, whose blond hair and blue eyes, were striking and unusual features.<\/p>\n

The fourth person to wash ashore was also another human, who wore slaver\u2019s clothing. The fourth person stood up and immediately took a defensive position. \u201cDo not try anything,\u201d she warned, as she reached for her pouch and pulled out a crimson flask.<\/p>\n

The large barbarian growled in response. The human with the large sword, put his hand back. \u201cHold,\u201d he said to the barbarian. He looked around. \u201cThat was no natural storm that brought the ship down. And this island is not on any map that I have ever seen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was magic,\u201d the woman in the red robes told him, still coughing and vomiting ocean water from her lungs. \u201cI told you that I sensed magic as soon as the storm appeared.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf something has washed us ashore on purposes, then it is probably a fair assumption that we face a common enemy,\u201d the human with the sword said. \u201cLet us not fight amongst each other. There will be time to dole out justice when we are off of this cursed island. My name is Sir Karin, of the Knights of Malanian Empire.\u201d He gestured to the woman next to him, \u201cThis is Alissa, Battle Mage of the Malanian Empire.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Alchemist slaver introduced herself, placing the flask back in the pouch, \u201cMy name is Jorale. I was the ship\u2019s \u2026 alchemist.\u201d<\/p>\n

The barbarian grunted his introduction at last, \u201cStonebreak Bloodrage,\u201d the barbarian said, introducing himself while reaching down and picking up one of the planks that had washed ashore and began smashing it and smoothing it against one of the jagged coral rocks. \u201cI was one of her,\u201d he stared at Jorale, \u201cslaves, while the two of you rode on the top of the ship,\u201d his gaze turned to Karin and Alissa.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe didn\u2019t know it was illegal slavers,\u201d Sir Karin retorted, tying back his long blond hair, and stroking his mustache so that the hairs were not pointing in every direction. \u201cThey had the proper documentation when we asked\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause slavers are honest people,\u201d Stonebreak growled, slamming his newly forged club into the sand with a look of satisfaction, perhaps imagining one of them crushed beneath it, rather than the sand. As the night approached, a cold wind followed. They made a fire pit just under one of the rock outcrops, using the small cave as protection from the chilling wind.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am Alissa\u2019s guardian,\u201d Sir Karin was speaking to no one in particular; for he was never fond of silence between people. \u201cWe are Representatives of the Malanian Empire. Our wonderful and just King had sent us on a mission to Terradin, in the Western continent to open up a trade route between the two kingdoms.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa, whether she did not want to appear weak, or did not enjoy the ideal of a male escort, further explained, \u201cThe Malanian Empire is known for their research in Magic; and thus, the knowledge of their Mages is greatly prized and sought after, so far as to even attempt to abduct and,\u201d she looked over to Jorale, \u201censlave us. So we are always assigned a Knight,\u201d she gestured to Sir Karin, \u201cto assist us in defending ourselves.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf your magic is so great, then why do you need protection,\u201d Stonebreaker asked from the shadows, just beyond the camp fire\u2019s illumination.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause,\u201d Alissa replied, \u201cdespite our vast knowledge of magic; there are ways still to cancel out our magical abilities. In such instances, someone skilled with a blade,\u201d she looked from Sir Karin to Stonebreaker in the shadows, \u201ccomes in great use, until we can step away and rechannel our magical abilities to defend ourselves.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jorale, the slaver, finally spoke up. \u201cSo what\u2019s our plan on getting off this island?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI sensed great magic in that storm that sunk your captain\u2019s ship,\u201d Alissa replied. \u201cWe are not getting off this island until we deal with whatever brought us here first. So building a raft and trying to escape the island before that\u2019s done will only result in our return to the island \u2013 or, perhaps \u2013 our demise.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think others survived and might be on this island?\u201d Sir Karin asked, shining his weapon which glistened under the starless night, as the flames from the camp fire danced, and send shadows frolicking against the wall.<\/p>\n

\u201cI did not see anyone else,\u201d Jorale said, \u201cwhen we washed ashore. If they did, they could have washed ashore on a different part of the island.\u201d<\/p>\n

NOTE: I liked the idea of bringing in some new classes that Pizzadude suggested; and figured I would do it – and make it four characters, so it stays sort of true to the LOG2 theme of a max of 4 characters. I also made two of them females, because an AnnElfWind had mentioned, I think in their story, their dislike of female characters; so I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could make any female characters that they might enjoy! So now the questions is – how will these two sets interact? What are the consequences of these new four people washing ashore as well? Join forces? Fight? Never meet up? I would like to say I have an idea; but I don’t. Part of this challenge is writing what comes to me without planning the next part at all. Hope you guys like the recent addition; when I get home I am going to go through the official LOG\/LOG2 portraits and pick out the four (I made need to edit hair colors, but that’s no big deal).<\/em><\/p>\n

Posted Mon Nov 09, 2015 7:10 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tawmis looked around him and heaved a deep sigh. \u201cSo we\u2019re looking for the captain\u2019s sword,\u201d he muttered beneath his breath, looking around the ship. \u201cIt\u2019s not here,\u201d he finally concluded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI did find this,\u201d Coy appeared, seemingly from the shadows, holding a shovel in his hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou expect us to dig up this whole island to find this man\u2019s sword,\u201d Tawmis gestured to what he still believed to be a statue, and not a petrified version of the Captain of the slaver ship, The Elf Wind.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere was this,\u201d Coy held out a parchment, \u201cwrapped around the handle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, that\u2019s certainly convenient,\u201d Tawmis grumbled as Taren and Blaz\u2019tik came to stand behind the Ratling.<\/p>\n

Coy unraveled the paper, and there was a mark of a blue dot, and then a path, with some numbers. Blaz\u2019tik recognized it immediately, \u201cThat \u2013tic!-,\u201d he said excitedly, \u201cis the \u2013tic!- life stone over there. These \u2013tic!- must be the steps to \u2013tic!- find the Captain\u2019s sword.\u201d<\/p>\n

They followed the directions, turning at the tree, take a few more steps and coming to stand by a small mound. \u201cIt would seem,\u201d Taren\u2019s voice boomed, \u201cthat something is indeed buried here.\u201d Coy handed the shovel to Taren. The massive minotaur looked down at the Ratling.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re the biggest one here,\u201d Coy shrugged. \u201cIt\u2019s going to take you the least amount of time and effort to dig up the Captain\u2019s sword.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren\u2019s nostrils flared. The Ratling was right. He began to dig where the mound was, and eventually the shovel struck something. The others gathered around the hole, and were amazed to see, as Taren cleared off the dirt, that it was wood.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat now?\u201d muttered Tawmis.<\/p>\n

Taren continued to dig, well into the night, until what he had uncovered was a coffin.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis doesn\u2019t bode well,\u201d Tawmis said aloud. \u201cI mean, who puts a coffin in the middle of an island with a map to dig it up?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWizards,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik answered before Tawmis could accuse the mages.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right,\u201d Tawmis couldn\u2019t help but smile at Blaz\u2019tik\u2019s answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt could be \u2013tic!- trapped,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik noted, looking over at Coy.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou want me to jump down that hole and check if a coffin is trapped?\u201d Coy asked in disbelief.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are the stealthiest one,\u201d Taren smiled, seeing Coy squirm uncomfortably. \u201cIt\u2019s going to take you the least amount of time to see if it\u2019s trapped.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy, if he could, would have rolled his eyes, as he had seen Tawmis do plenty of times; instead, his whiskers twitched in annoyance. Taren lowered Coy into the rather deep hole. Coy ran his thin fingers around the edges, and sniffed for explosive powder. He looked up, \u201cNothing! Now get me out of this hole!\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren extended his arm and helped Coy out. \u201cYou seem unusually timid around coffins,\u201d Tawmis noted.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust because my people are like the rats of your cities, does not mean we enjoy being around the dead,\u201d Coy said, \u201cespecially, if you have seen what I\u2019ve seen.\u201d Coy, uncharacteristically, shuddered.<\/p>\n

Taren jumped down and opened the coffin, expecting a stench and decaying body; there was a stench, but it was something that he had smelled before. But there was no body, just a pair of robes, of a pale green color.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know those robes,\u201d Tawmis said, \u201cand that odor. The odor is embalming fluid. Those robes are ones traditionally worn by embalmers in the temples.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik shrugged, \u201cI \u2013tic!- would wear them,\u201d he pulled on his current, tattered rags, \u201cover \u2013tic!- these robes.\u201d Taren reached down into the coffin and pulled out the robes and handed them to Blaz\u2019tik.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo where\u2019s the sword?\u201d Tawmis suddenly realized. \u201cI thought that\u2019s why we dug this hole up?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe \u2013tic!- assumed that the \u2013tic!- sword was here,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik countered, as he slid the embalmer\u2019s robes on.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat would have been too easy,\u201d Tawmis finally said and sat down on the mound of freshly dug dirt.<\/p>\n

Elsewhere on the island\u2026<\/p>\n

Sir Karin hacked away at the brush before him, his massive sword, glistening beneath the stars as branches snapped and broke before his wrath. \u201cWhat kind of island has such a dense forest?\u201d He complained as he knelt down to breath for a moment, leaning heavily on his long sword. Stonebreaker was smashing branches with his massive club, showing no signs of slowing down, despite being significantly older than Sir Karin.<\/p>\n

Stonebreaker\u2019s next smash opened up a pathway.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s old,\u201d Jorale whispered to Alissa, \u201cbut those muscles are fun to watch.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa blanched at the thought. \u201cHe\u2019s a primitive man.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jorale smiled, \u201cThat\u2019s all you need under the tent; a good, strong, primitive man, that knows how to swing his club.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa turned her head, as if exposed to a horrid odor.<\/p>\n

Sir Karin stepped through the clearing first, while Stonebreaker examined the damage done to his club, by the relentless destruction to the odd trees. \u201cThere\u2019s a sign,\u201d Sir Karin called out behind him, \u201cIt appears this forest is known as Twigroot. There\u2019s also a satchel, and,\u201d he paused, \u201ca dead body next to it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He kneeled down and took the satchel and opened it. \u201cThis might do you some good,\u201d he handed the rolled parchment to Jorale. \u201cIt would seem our deceased friend here was an Alchemist, much like you. By the looks of it, stranded on this island for some time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt appears,\u201d Jorale confirmed, scanning the parchment, \u201cthat they had noted what plants were poisonous or not, and even how to make a mending potion with some of the components on the island.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat will come in useful no doubt,\u201d Alissa noted, noting that the hike through the condensed trees had broken two of her finger nails, which had been decorated with flecks of gold.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe body needs no such healing,\u201d Stonebreaker grunted from the back. His rippling muscles were adorned in hundreds \u2013 if not thousands \u2013 of various scars and battle wounds. \u201cSuch dependencies make the body weaker, more reliant on such things.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin looked from Stonebreaker to Jorale, and then down the path. \u201cI suppose we should press on down this path. At least that means less hacking away at trees.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Alissa said as they began, \u201cbut one must wonder what killed the man\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Tue Nov 24, 2015 1:42 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cI know those robes,\u201d Tawmis said, \u201cand that odor. The odor is embalming fluid. Those robes are ones traditionally worn by embalmers in the temples.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik shrugged, \u201cI \u2013tic!- would wear them,\u201d he pulled on his current, tattered rags, \u201cover \u2013tic!- these robes.\u201d Taren reached down into the coffin and pulled out the robes and handed them to Blaz\u2019tik.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo where\u2019s the sword?\u201d Tawmis suddenly realized. \u201cI thought that\u2019s why we dug this hole up?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe \u2013tic!- assumed that the \u2013tic!- sword was here,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik countered, as he slid the embalmer\u2019s robes on.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat would have been too easy,\u201d Tawmis finally said and sat down on the mound of freshly dug dirt.<\/p>\n

\u201cOver here,\u201d came the rumbling voice of Taren. Tawmis looked across the field, and with the moon watching over them, could see Taren\u2019s massive form.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d Tawmis called out. \u201cAnother mound? Another coffin? Another statue?\u201d His sarcasm carried on his voice over the quiet night.<\/p>\n

Taren turned his head slightly, \u201cIt would seem the Island Master has another riddle in mind.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis, Blaz\u2019tik (wearing his new robes, and observing how they glistened in the dark night) and Coy made their way to stand next to Taren. \u201cWhat is this?\u201d Tawmis blurted out loud, gesturing to the square stones on the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe \u2013tic!- it is another riddle, as the minotaur said,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik commented.<\/p>\n

Tawmis eyed Blaz\u2019tik from the corner of his eye. As an insectoid, Blaz\u2019tik wasn\u2019t able to fluctuate his voice or even smile; but Tawmis got the impression the insectoid was indeed trying to be funny.<\/p>\n

It was three rows of three square stones, in the form of a larger square. \u201cWe\u2019re supposed to figure out what to do with this?\u201d Tawmis asked, looking at the others. He turned and faced Blaz\u2019tik, \u201cCan you magic something? Get a tingly sensation? Maybe a clue?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI sense no magic vibrating from these stones,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik confessed immediately.<\/p>\n

Coy was looking at the edge of one of the squares. \u201cThere\u2019s gears. I can hear them. These are pressure plates.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo we step on the wrong one and potentially meet a painful death,\u201d Tawmis muttered beneath his breath. He was about to say something about Mages; but looked over at Blaz\u2019tik and silenced himself before the words came out of his mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat if these are all linked?\u201d Taren asked.<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked at his best friend, \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re looking for the Captain\u2019s sword,\u201d Taren explained. \u201cThe note made references to the love of the sea and commanding his crew. So what if this,\u201d he gestured, \u201cwhat if this is where \u2018X\u2019 marks the spot?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not following you,\u201d Tawmis replied, raising an eye brow questioningly.<\/p>\n

\u201cPut a stone, heavy enough to trigger the pressure plate on these two corners and one in the center \u2013 it would form an \u2018X\u2019 like on a map,\u201d Taren explained.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat sounds almost entirely too logical to be right,\u201d Tawmis said.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you any other ideas?\u201d Taren smiled, his teeth glistening in the moonlight.<\/p>\n

Tawmis stood there for a moment and finally said, \u201cCome to think of it, no.\u201d<\/p>\n

As they set the last stone in the center, Tawmis closed his eyes \u2013 expecting death to come in the form of some fireball or other magical means. After a few moments, he opened his right eye and looked around \u2013 they were all still standing there \u2013 alive. He opened his other eye and smiled when he saw a door that they had not noticed was now open.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d he said, as if he had always believed this plan would work, \u201cnow we\u2019re getting somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsewhere on the island\u2026<\/p>\n

Uncomfortable about traveling into the unknown, and unusually thick woods, Sir Karin had recommended making camp at the mouth of the cave that had led them into the Twigroot Forest. Jorale agreed to the idea, wanting to take the time to go through the journal that they had recovered from the deceased person that they had found. Such knowledge would be useful to an alchemist such as herself. Alissa seemed to care neither way; she was primarily concerned with getting off the island and completing her mission to Terradin, in the Western continent to open up a trade route between the two kingdom as her King has requested of her. After all, she felt that anything that was on this island was not up to facing a trained mage from the Malanian Empire. Stonebreaker sighed at the idea of needing rest, but agreed. He immediately offered to take the final watch.<\/p>\n

When Sir Karin woke up, he could smell fresh meat cooking. He sat up and saw Stonebreaker sitting by the campfire. \u201cWhat did you hunt?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHunt?\u201d Stonebreaker turned. \u201cWhy hunt when there was good meat here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood meat?\u201d Sir Karin rubbed his eyes. He then noticed that a skull hung from Stonebreaker\u2019s belt that he had not noticed before. \u201cWhere did you get\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly Sir Karin sat up. \u201cBy the Sha-Raessh Serpent! You\u2019re cooking the dead man! And you have his skull on your belt!\u201d<\/p>\n

Stonebreaker seemed unaffected by Sir Karin\u2019s accusations as the others began to awake. \u201cI carry his skull because my people believe that if we take the skulls of those who have fallen; we carry them with us, gaining their strength, insight and wisdom. This man was clearly a wise man, from what he noted in his journal. Carrying his spirit with us seems to be a wise choice. As for cooking his flesh,\u201d Stonebreaker continued, \u201cit is better than it feeds us, who respects what he once was, rather than savage animals who would disrespect his body.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa looked over at Jorale, \u201cStill think he would be good under the covers?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jorale smiled, \u201cMore convinced than ever,\u201d she smiled.<\/p>\n

Alissa should have known. Jorale was a slaver. Not a civilized person.<\/p>\n

Posted Sat Jan 09, 2016 11:59 am<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Origin of Sir Karin and Alissa, Part One.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cI really wish you would reconsider,\u201d the knight adorned in the armor of the Malanian Empire said, voicing his concern as he rode on his white horse. He looked back at the woman in red robes, riding her black horse.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is the only way to continue my education in magic,\u201d the blond woman replied, casting a glance at the knight, and adding, \u201cand you did not have to come, Sir Karin.\u201d She spoke the words with annoyance, and emphasis on his name.<\/p>\n

\u201cLady Alissa,\u201d he said after taking a deep breath, \u201cI understand that you do not wish an escort to Theareona.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before the knight could complete his sentence, she cut him off, \u201cBecause I am more than capable of taking care of myself, Sir Karin. While I may not be a Mage of the High Order \u2013 yet \u2013,\u201c she emphasized, \u201cI am able to cast spells that would defend myself from any attackers and reduce any foolish enough to try and lay a hand on me to babbling fools. I have more than simple \u2018tricks\u2019 at my disposal.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not questioning your abilities or powers,\u201d Sir Karin continued his previous thought, addressing Lady Alissa\u2019s concerns. \u201cBut the Mages of Malanian are highly sought after, because of the sheer power you possess. All mages are assigned a knight in their life, to escort them and assist them, in the event we are needed. I am to lay down my life for you, if it calls for it, and I would do so with great pride. These are the orders of my king; and I follow the orders of our glorious and wonderful king,\u201d Sir Karin replied, riding alongside her.<\/p>\n

\u201cLicking the feet of the king, like a loyal dog,\u201d she muttered beneath her breath, as she pulled the red hood over her head. The words did not go unheard; nor did Sir Karin think they were meant to go unheard. \u201cDo not treat me like a fool, Sir Karin,\u201d Alissa snarled from beneath her red hood. \u201cYou know who I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do,\u201d Sir Karin nodded, \u201cLady Alissa, daughter of King Saric; king and just ruler of the Malanian Empire.\u201d He smiled, at her though she returned his smile with a scowl of her own. \u201cAll the more reason,\u201d he explained, \u201cthat it is important that I ride with you. As the daughter of the glorious King Saric, you are a prize to many who would seek to hold you for ransom, or do worse to you, just to strike at King Saric.\u201d He paused for a moment, \u201cAnd you know, just as well as I do, despite the combined efforts of both Mages and Knights, the very woods that surround our kingdom is full of danger; especially the forest Ogres.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa sighed. \u201cI suppose I should be thankful that you stepped up to escort me. As I understand it, my father was going to send Boris Thunkal of the King\u2019s Men to escort me. (1) I cannot stand that man. He\u2019s a brute \u2013 and the way he looks at me, is no way any man should look at royalty \u2013 or any woman, for that matter.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am all too familiar with Boris Thunkal,\u201d Sir Karin said, smiling, seeing that Alissa was at least \u2013 for now \u2013 speaking more candidly and the edge in her voice had dulled. \u201cBoth of us had applied to become a King\u2019s Man at the same time. I suspect the day we were to report to your father, to apply, he had several thugs attack me in an alleyway, preventing me from reporting to your father, and so he was selected over me. I then ventured into simply remaining a Knight. I too, have spoken to your father, about Boris Thunkal, and his questionable actions. I have seen him at The Fallen Star; which is a place of questionable reputation and riff-raff\u2026 and he wasn\u2019t there to arrest people, but to partake in some of its \u2026 activities.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa shuddered, \u201cI knew there was something off about him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin pulled the reigns on his horse, bringing it to a halt. He slid off the horse with great ease, despite the full set of armor. He began unraveling the latches on the side of the saddle. \u201cThis is a good place to camp for now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa looked around once, and agreed.<\/p>\n

Posted Tue Jan 26, 2016 11:58 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Origin of Sir Karin and Alissa, Part Two.<\/em><\/p>\n

Sir Karin pulled the reigns on his horse, bringing it to a halt. He slid off the horse with great ease, despite the full set of armor. He began unraveling the latches on the side of the saddle. \u201cThis is a good place to camp for now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa looked around once, and agreed.<\/p>\n

Sir Karin had gathered dry and brittle wood, but never wandering far enough that Alissa was not within his sight. As the embers chased one another into the sky, casting shadows against the trees, Sir Karin sifted through the burning wood with the tip of his sword. \u201cMay I ask,\u201d he began, his eyes focused on the flames, before finally looking up to meet her steel gaze, \u201cwhat made you want to become a Mage?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause it was the only way to escape the thumb of my father\u2019s coddling,\u201d Alissa shrugged. \u201cHe would never let me do anything \u2013 and certainly,\u201d she looked at Sir Karin\u2019s sword as it stabbed the wood, whose embers burned red, like blood, \u201cnever let me learn something like a sword. So I lied. I told my father that I was going to the Great Library to study about history; in truth, I studied nothing but magic, day in and day out, until I felt that my eyes closed because they could bare to not read another word.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMost,\u201d Sir Karin shrugged, pulling his sword from the crimson embers, \u201cwould die to have the life you had; to be the daughter of royalty, to be doted upon, to have whatever your heart desired.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s just it,\u201d Alissa growled defensively, \u201cI did not want to be doted upon. I wanted to earn the things that were given to me. Do you realize \u2013\u201c she began, then halted, calming herself, once she felt the anger burning like the fire that warmed her, \u201cMy childhood was horrible. Children were envious of me. None wanted to be my friend. They gathered in circles and whispered vile things, as most children do. But I was exiled by those I sought to be friends. Those that did dare to become friends, were quickly scared away, by words whispered by their parents; that if I was ever to get angry at them, my father would hang them and their family \u2013 even if that wasn\u2019t true.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI had not considered that,\u201d Sir Karin nodded, his gaze lost in the flames of the fire. He looked up at her, \u201cMy apologies, Lady Alissa. I was inconsiderate of your own feelings, and sought to turn you back from something you desired. I hope, I can ride with you, from this moment forward, not as your guardian, but your friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy friend,\u201d Alissa whispered the words, now it was her gaze that was lost in the flames; the flickering fire reflected in her eyes, piercing deep into her soul, where for many years now, there was no trace of warmth. She shook her head after a long moment, \u201cI wish I could believe you,\u201d her gaze lifted to meet his, \u201cbut I see what you\u2019ve done. You pried and found a weakness in my armor, and now, to better serve the king you so faithfully follow \u2013 my father \u2013 you seek to adjust your \u2018quest\u2019 with kind words of offered friendship knowing I was never given such as a childhood. Clever,\u201d she sneered, \u201cI almost believed you \u2013 if but for one small moment. You,\u201d she said, as she laid down and pulled her bedroll over her, \u201cshould truly look into joining a Thieves Guild, rather than the Knighthood \u2013 because you make an excellent liar\u2026 and know how to backstab with the best of them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin reached out \u2013 he wanted to say something \u2013 but he knew there was no way to convince her. She was, he had found, very stubborn. He had sincerely met his words of friendship. He clenched his teeth for a moment, and poked the fire with his sword again, sending ashes and embers flying towards the stars.<\/p>\n

Posted Mon May 23, 2016 4:39 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Origin of Sir Karin and Alissa, Part Three.<\/em><\/p>\n

Sir Karin was a knight of the Malanian Empire, who faithfully served the king. Assigned to escort Lady Alissa, an aspiring mage, and also daughter to the king, on her voyage to Theareona. Lady Alissa was unlike any other woman; especially a princess. She despised being dotted upon. She believed she was capable of doing anything any other female \u2013 or male \u2013 could do. So while she had no personal dislike towards Sir Karin, she could not help but feel he was hired as a baby sitter.<\/p>\n

The last few days of riding had been spent in silence. Every time Sir Karin spoke, she looked at him with a scathing look, then silenced him. He had tried to apologize several times, about their previous conversation; but she would not have it.<\/p>\n

The city of Theareona came into view on the seventh day of riding, and that was when she finally spoke. She looked over her shoulder, \u201cI thank you for your service, Sir Karin. You are free to ride back to the king,\u201d she spoke not her father\u2019s name. \u201cYour duty to me is complete.\u201d It was cold and callous, and said in such a way that she was making it clear that she no longer wanted him around, and that she was giving him an easy out.<\/p>\n

Sir Karin smiled weakly, \u201cOf course, Lady Alissa. May the gods watch over you. I am sure the Mages of Theareona will see the great potential you possess.\u201d He pulled on the reigns of his horse and began a slow trot back to Malan Tael.<\/p>\n

Lady Alissa urged her horse forward, never looking back.<\/p>\n

The gates of Theareona were made of ivory and stone, depicting two great warriors engaged in battle with one another, towering over thirty feet tall. Inside the city gates, the town bustled with activity, with merchants on the sides of the cobble stone road, shouting about their wares and goods. Lady Alissa made her way to the Tower of the Magi Order, where she was greeted by a mage in dark blue robes.<\/p>\n

\u201cLady Alissa?\u201d the mage smiled, his face hidden beneath the shadows of the cowl.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am,\u201d she said, proudly, dismounting from her horse, as the mage signaled for another to come around and take its reins.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve been expecting you,\u201d the mage continued to smile. \u201cIt\u2019s such a great honor to have such\u2026 royalty among our kind.\u201d He bowed before her, \u201cFollow me, if you will,\u201d and he began to walk down the same alley that the other mage had taken her horse.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is no need to bow before me,\u201d Lady Alissa said, with some urgency. \u201cWhile I may be royalty, here, among all of you, I am just another mage.\u201d<\/p>\n

A few steps into the alley, the mage turned, \u201cYou are much more than that.\u201d<\/p>\n

The mage pulled off the robes, and revealed black leather with a serpent head emblem on his chest. Lady Alissa smiled. \u201cSerpents of Harbardar,\u201d she smiled smugly, leaving the rogue wondering why she was not surprised. \u201cYou have underestimated me,\u201d she growled, \u201cand were fools to think that I wouldn\u2019t notice that your robes were missing the distinct mark of the Tower of Magi \u2013 the Dawn Star emblem \u2013 which can\u2019t be duplicated, since it\u2019s magical. And I recognized your accent the moment you spoke, and knew who you were.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her hands began to glow, as silver and red energies crackled around her clenched fists. Bolts flew from her arched finger tips striking the rogue, and the second who had taken her horse. Their lifeless bodies collapsed to the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cImpressive work,\u201d another voice said from behind her. She turned to see ten more of the Serpents of Harbardar standing there \u2013 and in the clutches of one of the men, with a dagger to his throat, was Sir Karin. \u201cBut,\u201d he looked at the knight, who already looked as if he had been severely beaten. \u201cWe found someone that you know. Come with us peacefully, or we kill this knight.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin laughed feebly, blood pouring out of his mouth, \u201cYou\u2019ve made a mistake, Serpent of Harbardar\u2026 she cares nothing for me\u2026 at all\u2026 she could not get rid of me\u2026 fast enough\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you said,\u201d the Serpent of Harbardar said. \u201cThen, let\u2019s just slit his throat and see how this fight between us goes\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you kill him, and harm me, you will bring the wrath of the entire Theareona upon Harbardar,\u201d Alissa warned.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think the Serpent of Harbardar fear your aging father?\u201d the leader smiled. \u201cWe already have agents within your kingdom. Your father lives, only because I need him to live\u2026 When the time is right, the Serpents of Harbardar will sink their blades into your father\u2019s back with our venom tipped blade\u2026 and his kingdom will fall.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re lying,\u201d Lady Alissa\u2019s lip curled in anger.<\/p>\n

\u201cTry me,\u201d the leader shrugged. \u201cAttack me, bring me down \u2013 see how much longer your father lives beyond that moment.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSwear to me upon the Constellation of Searar that you will not harm the knight if I surrender to you,\u201d Lady Alissa said.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Sir Karin muttered, barely conscious.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo the Knight is something to you,\u201d the leader smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe is a loyal knight to my father, nothing more,\u201d Alissa said.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Sir Karin fell to his knees as the leader released him from his hold. \u201cAlissa, you must not\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have no choice,\u201d she said, \u201cif I fight they kill you and my father.\u201d She looked at the leader. \u201cWhat is it you want with me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour blood,\u201d he said, matter-of-factly. \u201cAs it turns out, you come from a long line of powerful Magi,\u201d the leader explained. \u201cAnd we have need of your blood.\u201d<\/p>\n

She extended her hands, and several rogues moved forward \u2013 admittedly \u2013 hesitantly \u2013 towards Alissa and bound her hands and fingers, so that she could not use her magic.<\/p>\n

The leader turned and pointed to the Knight, \u201cBring him along. He will be a wonderful addition to the slave mines.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d Alissa shouted, \u201cyou promised me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI promised he would come to no harm,\u201d the leader smirked. \u201cAs long as he does what he\u2019s told in the slave mines, he should live long enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Serpent Wave cut through the dark waters, as the storm raged.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am sorry for this,\u201d Sir Karin muttered, barely able to breath, without the bubbling sound brewing in his lungs.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou had nothing to do with this,\u201d Alissa said, looking down at the Knight whose face was covered in cuts and bruises. \u201cWhat happened to you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey ambushed me,\u201d Sir Karin said. \u201cA wagon was broken down on the side, with a woman screaming for help\u2026 when I dismounted, they came at me from every side\u2026 I cut down six\u2026 maybe seven\u2026 before one cut me\u2026 and the poison took away my strength\u2026 when I fell, they circled me, laughing, and beat and kicked me until I lost consciousness\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I could get my hands free, I could heal these wounds,\u201d Alissa said, looking at Sir Karin, perhaps for the first time, with sympathy. \u201cDoes it hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOnly when I breathe, my lady,\u201d Sir Karin managed to smile, blood bubbling on his lips. \u201cIf you could do something about the storm, that, I would like to see\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa smiled, \u201cDargos, the Storm God, certainly seems upset about something\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMay the Dargos strike this ship down and render it into a thousand pieces,\u201d Sir Karin muttered. \u201cBoth to send these bastard Serpents of Harbardar to the ocean floor and to spare you whatever fate they have in store for you.\u201d
She smiled, \u201cAnd you? Are you not afraid of the slave pits?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSlave pits? You\u2019ve worked for your father,\u201d he jested. \u201cSlave pits on Harbardar may be a vacation.\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed, despite the dire situation; or perhaps because of the dire situation. \u201cYou would never speak so if you believed for a moment you were going to live through any of this.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin chuckled. \u201cPerhaps not.\u201d<\/p>\n

A loud crackle forced them both to jump, as the sounds of panic began to escalate on the deck. \u201cDargos?\u201d Alissa asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cDargos,\u201d Sir Karin confirmed with a smirk. \u201cIt would seem if the storm god does not like Searar\u2019s followers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd with good reason,\u201d Alissa smirked.<\/p>\n

They both knew, that tonight, they were going to die. The sound of the mast above snapping ripped through the ship. The screams of panic decreased, as bodies were washed ashore and pulled beneath the giant waves that now slammed the Serpent Wave.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was an honor serving you, Lady Alissa,\u201d Sir Karin whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wish I could say the same about your company,\u201d she shrugged. \u201cYou were bothersome.\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed.<\/p>\n

The ship ripped in half, and a current pulled Sir Karin away, into the ocean, while another tide slammed Alissa into the side, rendering her \u2013 perhaps \u2013 thankfully \u2013 unconscious.<\/p>\n

Sir Karin opened his eyes to warmth. But the ground he was laying on was still not stable. He squinted, still beaten and bruised. A woman leaned over him, \u201cThis one\u2019s still got life in him. Take him down below so that Jorale can look at him. He might be happy to know that the woman we found floating in the same wreckage is also alive. They both seem to be from the Malanian Empire by the markings they bare.\u201d<\/p>\n

Another? Sir Karin couldn\u2019t help but hope that it was Alissa\u2026<\/p>\n

The woman smiled \u2013 though not with kindness, and she spoke the words, \u201cWelcome about the Elfin Wind.\u201d<\/p>\n

NOTES: Harbardar , the city exists (if you look on the bottom left hand corner of the map, on that continent you see peeking out), however, The Serpents of Harbardar are completely made up for this story. They don\u2019t exist in the actual Legend of Grimrock game. Neither do the gods (I don\u2019t think any gods are ever mentioned in Legend of Grimrock?) \u2013 Searar, the Serpent God (and God of Lies and Thieves) or Dargos, The Storm God (and God of the Oceans).<\/em><\/p>\n

Posted Mon Jun 06, 2016 5:33 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Origin of Jorale and Stonebreaker Bloodrage<\/em><\/p>\n

Two weeks before the rescue of Sir Karin and Alissa\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

The Elfin Wind cut through the seas, the bow of her ship, like an arrow, striking true and hard against the waves that slammed against her. The ocean breeze was refreshing, as the wind whipped around. \u201cZarakour favors us,\u201d Jorale smiled as the mist from the colliding waves gently sprayed her face. She could taste the salt on her lips, said to be from the tears of Dargos himself, when his daughter was murdered.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s best Zarakour keeps his scaly eyes upon us, and keeps us hidden from Dargos\u2019 view,\u201d Bairon, the captain of the Elfin Wind cautioned.<\/p>\n

The story, Jorale had heard, went that Dargos, the God of the Seas, had a young daughter named Eillenna. One night, she had wandered in the Heavens and was spied upon by Zarakour, the god of the Zarchtons, who grabbed a star and threw it through her. The fallen star pierced her chest, and send her heart plunging to the world below. When Dargos found his daughter, he wept so much that once desert lands, were flooded, and the oceans were made. Now, Dargos is furious against those who have evil in their hearts; so those that sail the seas, cleanse their hearts and souls before taking to the seas.<\/p>\n

Only those, with less than good intentions in their heart, called upon Zarakour to hide them from Dargos as they traveled the sea; for fear that the Sea God would crush their ship and send them to the ocean depths below.<\/p>\n

The wind had a touch of chill that made their cheeks rosy red. \u201cWe\u2019re getting close to Icefall Bay,\u201d Captain Bairon said.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt will be a long sail back to Sanchi,\u201d Jorale noted, having been on the ship for several weeks. While the Elfin Wind was primarily a slave ship, headed to the Icefall Bay to gather barbarian slaves, Jorale took the journey as well, since there were ingredients that were unique in Icefall Bay, needed for her alchemy. She pulled her black robes tightly around her as another cool breeze opened. Captain Bairon stared at her and smiled. It had been a long voyage, and Jorale, despite her\u2026 interests\u2026 she was a very beautiful and striking woman. He slid his arm around her and gave her a knowing smile. Captain Bairon was not an attractive man. He had a scar down his right eye that came across both lips, giving him almost a snake like appearance. He was missing several fingers on his right hand, both from battles and various rotting diseases. Still, this was much easier for her to endure his touch, rather than pay for the months of voyage that it would cost to gather these ingredients.<\/p>\n

After an all too brief session, Jorale put her robes on and left the slumbering captain in his cabin. One of his crew gave her a knowing smile as she walked by.<\/p>\n

A few short days later, the bells rang aboard the Elfin Wind, as the ship crashed through thin layers of ice of the Icefall Bay. Several men, adorned in thick furs, and baring the symbol of Sanchi Kingdom disembarked from the ship, followed by several figures in the yellow and black adorned robes of the Sanchi Mages.<\/p>\n

On an icy ledge, age old eyes stared down at the ship. This was not a strange sight. They had seen this ship many times. Stonebreaker Bloodrage growled. He pulled the horn from his hip and sounded the alarm. Barbarians of the Icefall Bay had been watching the ship\u2019s approach for days, as it struggled to cut through the ice around the bay. The last time the slave ship had come, their warriors and mages tried to cross the frozen bay, and the barbarians hurled large rocks down the hills, and that were too heavy for the ice to sustain, and crackled, sending hundreds of armored men and mages, to a freezing death at the bay\u2019s frozen bottom. The slavers had learned their lesson and got their ships as close as they could so that crossing the frozen bay was not such a far distance to land.<\/p>\n

The barbarians hid in the snow, waiting for the slavers to struggle against the deep snow, and would tire themselves out before the barbarians launched their attack. When the armored men were in position, near the crest of the frozen hill, Stonebreaker gave the signal and the barbarians sprung up from the snow behind them, cutting down the dangerous mages first, and disorienting the armored soldiers who now had to try and turn in the snow, while wearing heavy metal armor. The barbarians cut through the mages, then pushed whatever warriors they could, over, then sprung on top of them, removed their faceplates and crushed the men\u2019s faces.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe savages have learned,\u201d Jorale noted with some interest, \u201csince our last visit here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou sound like you admire that,\u201d Captain Bairon looked at her strangely. \u201cThey actually present a legitimate threat to us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do admire them,\u201d Jorale said with a shrug, not an ounce of fear or concern in her voice. \u201cI truly thought these barbarians were simple animals. This is an interesting turn of events\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

NOTE: As noted previously, LOG has never made mention of gods; so Dargos, and his daughter, Eillenna, and the lore behind her fate, and how the oceans came to be, as well as the god of the Zarchtons being named Zarakour, is all strictly made up for this story and is not in any way associated to anything in the games. (In case you’re wondering if you missed something in the games). It’s just me, alibiing some lore to give the stories more depth. Hopefully you’ve enjoyed these little lore additions.<\/em><\/p>\n

Posted Tue Jun 21, 2016 5:58 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

The Origin of Jorale and Stonebreaker Bloodrage, Part Two<\/p>\n

Two weeks before the rescue of Sir Karin and Alissa\u2026<\/p>\n

On an icy ledge, age old eyes stared down at the ship. This was not a strange sight. They had seen this ship many times. Stonebreaker Bloodrage growled. He pulled the horn from his hip and sounded the alarm. Barbarians of the Icefall Bay had been watching the ship\u2019s approach for days, as it struggled to cut through the ice around the bay. The last time the slave ship had come, their warriors and mages tried to cross the frozen bay, and the barbarians hurled large rocks down the hills, and that were too heavy for the ice to sustain, and crackled, sending hundreds of armored men and mages, to a freezing death at the bay\u2019s frozen bottom. The slavers had learned their lesson and got their ships as close as they could so that crossing the frozen bay was not such a far distance to land.<\/p>\n

The barbarians hid in the snow, waiting for the slavers to struggle against the deep snow, and would tire themselves out before the barbarians launched their attack. When the armored men were in position, near the crest of the frozen hill, Stonebreaker gave the signal and the barbarians sprung up from the snow behind them, cutting down the dangerous mages first, and disorienting the armored soldiers who now had to try and turn in the snow, while wearing heavy metal armor. The barbarians cut through the mages, then pushed whatever warriors they could, over, then sprung on top of them, removed their faceplates and crushed the men\u2019s faces.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe savages have learned,\u201d Jorale noted with some interest, \u201csince our last visit here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou sound like you admire that,\u201d Captain Bairon looked at her strangely. \u201cThey actually present a legitimate threat to us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI do admire them,\u201d Jorale said with a shrug, not an ounce of fear or concern in her voice. \u201cI truly thought these barbarians were simple animals. This is an interesting turn of events\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, admire this,\u201d Captain Bairon growled. He turned to his left, \u201cBring the ships into the bay. Load the cannons. We will teach these savages what we come with.\u201d<\/p>\n

The boom of cannons rang deafeningly through the air. Frozen ice shattered, and barbarians that were lunging forward, spears and clubs in hand, massacring all who stood in their way, were now being flung far and wide. Death came fast and furious from an unseen enemy as cannon balls decimated all in their path; friend and foe alike.<\/p>\n

An hour later, Captain Bairon led his men on land, who rummaged through the bodies; killing those who were too severely wounded to be of any use; whether former members of Captain Bairon\u2019s crew or intended for slavery. He would \u201cmourn\u201d the dead who \u201cdied valiantly\u201d against a barbaric horde of savages; which would inspire others to join Captain Bairon\u2019s crew in the name of glory, which would then refill the ranks of those that perished.<\/p>\n

Slavery was a ruthless business, and few were more cold and callous than Bairon. But there was one, that even he felt lacked any form of soul \u2013 but she was astoundingly beautiful \u2013 and knew how to use that beauty \u2013 and that was the woman who seemed to glide next to him, Jorale, the alchemist.<\/p>\n

Captain Bairon had met Jorale when he docked in Nothampton, and paid a visit to the local alchemist store that had been owned by Arigana. He was surprised when Arigana was not in the store, and this young, striking woman was \u2013 who claimed to be the granddaughter of Arigana. Though, through all the years that Captain Bairon had traveled to Nothampton, not once had Arigana ever made mention of a husband, a daughter, or a granddaughter. Captain Bairon was no fool; he knew Jorale was lying. But she was beautiful, and she seduced him; and he discovered, alchemy may be one of her greatest tricks, but paled in comparison to the passion and things she could do in the privacy of a bedroom.<\/p>\n

Two of his men broke him out of his reverie he was feeling, thinking of the voyage back and how she would keep him warm on those long, cold nights aboard the ship, as she had done on the way to Icefall Bay. \u201cWe\u2019ve captured their chief,\u201d one of the men dropped the massive, nearly eight foot tall barbarian face down in the snow. Around his fallen body, the snow turned a soft shade of pink as the blood seeped out of several of his gaping wounds.<\/p>\n

Captain Bairon shook his head. \u201cShame he\u2019s bleeding out everywhere\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe killed sixteen of our men before we could take him down,\u201d the second man said, staring, still shell shocked, at the fallen savage.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s too wounded. He would be dead before the night\u2019s fall. Put the savage out of his misery, but keep his head. I will put it on the bow of the ship,\u201d Captain Bairon sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Jorale said, whispering, but her voice seemed to reach each of the men in their head. \u201cAllow me to apply some alchemy solutions. I do believe I can save this man\u2019s life. Then he will fetch us a great fortune.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUs?\u201d Captain Bairon turned to face Jorale. \u201cYou are merely a passenger on this voyage. An observer. And a nice roll in the covers. There is no \u2018us.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou misunderstand me,\u201d Jorale bowed slight, \u201cI mean \u2018us\u2019 as in the crew. If people hear of our ability to capture the savage\u2019s chief \u2013 it will raise your worth, and be a victory for us all.\u201d<\/p>\n

She was a snake. Captain Bairon knew it. But the way she smiled. He couldn\u2019t help it. He should kill her now. She was going to prove to be deadly. But\u2026 she was so good at what she did\u2026 Just one more night he would let her live.<\/p>\n

Just like he told himself for the last sixteen nights\u2026<\/p>\n

Posted Tue Jun 28, 2016 4:00 pm<\/strong>
This story brings up and ties into the final origin of Sir Karin & Alissa… bringing these six together…<\/em><\/p>\n

The Origin of Jorale and Stonebreaker Bloodrage, Part Three<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s too wounded. He would be dead before the night\u2019s fall. Put the savage out of his misery, but keep his head. I will put it on the bow of the ship,\u201d Captain Bairon sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Jorale said, whispering, but her voice seemed to reach each of the men in their head. \u201cAllow me to apply some alchemy solutions. I do believe I can save this man\u2019s life. Then he will fetch us a great fortune.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUs?\u201d Captain Bairon turned to face Jorale. \u201cYou are merely a passenger on this voyage. An observer. And a nice roll in the covers. There is no \u2018us.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou misunderstand me,\u201d Jorale bowed slight, \u201cI mean \u2018us\u2019 as in the crew. If people hear of our ability to capture the savage\u2019s chief \u2013 it will raise your worth, and be a victory for us all.\u201d<\/p>\n

She was a snake. Captain Bairon knew it. But the way she smiled. He couldn\u2019t help it. He should kill her now. She was going to prove to be deadly. But\u2026 she was so good at what she did\u2026 Just one more night he would let her live.<\/p>\n

Just like he told himself for the last sixteen nights on the way to the Icefall Bay.<\/p>\n

On the way back, she had spent her nights below quarters, among the slaves. Captain Bairon checked on her each and every night, hoping she would come up and lay with him, but instead she tended to the barbarian chief.<\/p>\n

On the fourth night, the bell in the crow\u2019s nest began to ring violently, waking Captain Bairon from his sleep. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, seeing that once again, Jorale was not at his side.<\/p>\n

Captain Bairon slid on his black, leather boots and stormed to the top of the deck. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere,\u201d one of his men pointed out in the ocean. Fragments of a ship, sundered to a thousand pieces, floated adrift. The mast of the shattered ship, dipped in and out of the ocean, her flags drenched in blood. \u201cSerpents of Harbardar,\u201d the man said, shuddering. The Serpents of Harbardar were slavers, much like those aboard the Elfin Wind; but the Serpents of Harbardar frequently tortured those that they thought were too weak to fetch significant coin, and throw the dead or dying bodies over the edge of their ship to honor their god, Searar, the Serpent God, who is said to be a giant snake that lives in the darkest reaches of the ocean\u2019s bottom.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have someone alive,\u201d another person shouted from the edge. \u201cThere. Look.\u201d<\/p>\n

Captain Bairon signaled his men to throw a line down and fetch what appeared to be a woman. Two men tied themselves to the rope and dove into the water. The rest of the men hauled them back, and they saw it was a woman. Captain Bairon kneeled down and looked at the blond woman. \u201cShe\u2019s royalty,\u201d Captain Bairon muttered. \u201cMalanian Empire, by the clothes she wears. We can return her and fetch a high price. Put her up in one of the rooms. Take good care of her. Do not let her below decks. She must not know we\u2019re slavers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnother one!\u201d a crew member shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cPotentially from the Malanian Empire as well,\u201d Captain Bairon smiled. While Jorale had not laid with him for several days; that seemed to drift to the back of his mind as he thought of the money he was about to make. They pulled the next survivor, which was a man, dressed in leathers, but also bore the mark of the Malanian Empire.<\/p>\n

That man was Sir Karin.He opened his eyes to warmth. But the ground he was laying on was still not stable. He squinted, still beaten and bruised. A woman leaned over him, \u201cThis one\u2019s still got life in him. Take him down below so that Jorale can look at him. He might be happy to know that the woman we found floating in the same wreckage is also alive. They both seem to be from the Malanian Empire by the markings they bare.\u201d<\/p>\n

Another? Sir Karin couldn\u2019t help but hope that it was Alissa\u2026<\/p>\n

The woman smiled \u2013 though not with kindness, and she spoke the words, \u201cWelcome about the Elfin Wind.\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted Tue Jun 28, 2016 4:47 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

So since the previous story brought Sir Karin & Alissa together with Jorale & Stonebreaker…
I thought why not bring all six of them together (since they were all aboard the same ship when it went down) with Tawmis, Coy, Blaz’tik and Taren…
And explain it…
So there’s the segment with Captain Bairon and how he acquires our original heroes…
And then I had to dig up some of the older story segments to add at the bottom to piece it together…<\/em><\/p>\n

And with this… we resume the current story with where everyone was left off at… Which I will probably need to do a refresher for (anyone reading this as well as myself!)…<\/p>\n

Captain Bairon looked at Jorale, who had not slept with him now for several days, preferring the company of the barbarian chief that they had enslaved. She claimed she was \u201cnursing him back to health\u201d to fetch a higher profit, but at night, Captain Bairon heard her moans; he knew them well. He knew that she had been doing more than tending to his wounds. He approached her and said, \u201cWe are going to be stopping in Nothampton. Do you need to go by your alchemy store?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jorale shook her head, \u201cNo, I sold the store when we left. I will stay aboard the ship when we dock.\u201d<\/p>\n

Captain Bairon knew why she wanted to remain aboard the ship. \u201cFine,\u201d he said, his words were intended to cut like a dagger; but she cared little for what he thought, so she kindly offered a false smile.<\/p>\n

When the Elfin Wind docked, Captain Bairon walked through the streets of Nothampton and noticed that there was a noticeable amount of energy and people gathered and talking. He made his way to the Broken Dagger; a bar of some questionable establishment. Even there, everyone seemed unusually excited. Captain Bairon leaned on the bar and ordered a drink. When the bartender came and delivered his drink, Captain Bairon asked, \u201cWhat\u2019s all the excitement?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you not heard?\u201d the bartender asked. \u201cAbout the explosion?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExplosion?\u201d Captain Bairon sipped his drink. \u201cWhat explosion?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGrimrock,\u201d the bartender replied. \u201cIt exploded. Caused massive damage and shockwaves.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGrimrock\u2026 exploded\u2026\u201d That seemed so unlikely; impossible to comprehend. \u201cThe prison? That Mount Grimrock?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne and the same,\u201d the bartender assured him.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d Captain Bairon stammered for words. This was certainly not what he had expected to hear. Being out to sea, the roar of the ocean, had covered any chance of hearing the explosion, if it did indeed explode.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, no one knows for sure,\u201d the bartender admitted. \u201cHowever, there were what appears to be four survivors \u2013 people are saying they\u2019re the ones who made the mountain explode. Some slavers docked with the survivors \u2013 they were supposedly found around the Great Lake. The slavers intend to sell them for a high price \u2013 as \u2018the destroyers of Grimrock.\u2019 I can\u2019t help but imagine that would fetch a pretty penny to any slaver. If,\u201d the bartender smiled, \u201cyou were into that kind of thing.\u201d Most of the patrons in the Broken Dagger were indeed slavers, or murderers, and the ilk. Usually hiding here, waiting for the next ship to get off the main continent and escape justice.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I were into such a thing,\u201d Captain Bairon reached deep into his pockets and slid several gold coins across the bar. \u201cOn which ship might I find these \u2018destroyers of Grimrock\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d the bartender said, palming the coins, \u201cfrom what I heard, the last group of slavers that has these \u2018destroyers of Grimrock\u2019 are the ones aboard the Night\u2019s Moon.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d Captain Bairon finished his drink and slid it across the bar and began to walk out.<\/p>\n

\u201cBe cautious however,\u201d the bartender called out, fiddling with the coins. \u201cFrom what I have heard, that\u2019s the fifth ship they\u2019ve been on; seems the slavers all have the same idea, and keep killing one another, to try and steal the slaves. So if you get them \u2013 you might think of sailing out as quickly as possible.\u201d<\/p>\n

Captain Bairon reached into his pouch and flipped another coin to the bartender who caught it easily, as if money simply gravitated to his hand. \u201cThank you for the advice,\u201d Captain Bairon smiled.<\/p>\n

He returned to the Elf Wind and gathered several men who made their move at night. Most of the crew of the Night\u2019s Moon were extremely intoxicated, celebrating their victory of how much these slaves would fetch them. Captain Bairon\u2019s men moved through the ship, slitting throats and throwing bodies over the edge. Below the deck, they found three prisoners unconscious \u2013 a human, minotaur, an insectoid and even a Ratling \u2013 who was the only one conscious. \u201cWhat an odd collection of prisoners,\u201d one of Captain Bairon\u2019s men whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d Coy, the Ratling prisoner asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re here to liberate you from the Night\u2019s Moon,\u201d Captain Bairon smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re slavers too,\u201d Coy sneered.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019re observant,\u201d Captain Bairon snarled back. \u201cMake a sound and we slice you wide open. Is that understood?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCrystal clear,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cBut you will get yours before this is all done.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019m sure,\u201d Captain Bairon replied, as he gestured his men to try and lift Taren, the Minotaur.<\/p>\n

Several hour later\u2026<\/p>\n

Tawmis opened his eyes, and looked around. There was a familiar sight. And for a moment, he wondered if he had dreamed the entire event of Grimrock \u2013 and wondered if he was still in the prison cell in Curvia, where this had all begun.<\/p>\n

But when he could barely stand, and not because he was groggy from the explosion, but because the ground seemed to sway beneath his feet; he grabbed the bars for balance. Then he could smell it. The fresh ocean breeze. The sound of waves crashing against a ship.<\/p>\n

He looked around him and saw Taren, Blaz\u2019tik and Coy.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are we?\u201d Tawmis asked, having no memory after the explosion that shook Grimrock.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re on a slave ship,\u201d Taren muttered, recognizing the interior of the ship.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Elf Wind,\u201d Coy said, \u201cto be exact. Chances are we\u2019re headed up Daejon for Gladiator combat slavery.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe explosion drew a lot of attention,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cMages. Warriors. Thieves. All interested in what might be within Grimrock\u2019s remains. Apparently we were fortunate enough to be found by slavers and traders down stream from the Great Lake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s just wonderful,\u201d Tawmis sighed, and sunk against the bars. \u201cWhat else could possibly go wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

They spent several days aboard the Elfin Wind, occasionally visited by an attractive woman, who seemed interested in how they had \u201cdestroyed\u201d Grimrock \u2013 but none of them felt like talking.<\/p>\n

Later that evening, Tawmis stood, hands on the bars of the cage and rattled them as much as he could, as if hoping he could bend them. “I refuse to fight in a gladiator ring again. I refuse to be a slave.” Tawmis’ eyes drifted to Taren who had been unusually silent. For both of them, they met in a gladiator ring. Together, they fought side by side and earned their freedom. But the time as a Gladiator was harsh. They had witness so much death, so much brutality. “We will find a way out of this,” Tawmis assured the massive minotaur.<\/p>\n

Taren turned and looked at Tawmis and gave him a weak smile. “I am sure we will. Our path is just unclear at the moment.”<\/p>\n

Suddenly the ship lurched to the right unexpectedly, sending all of them crashing painfully into the metal bars, unable to adjust to the sudden shift in the ship’s direction. Blaz’tik tried to pull himself up, but the ship was still pulling hard to the right. “What -tic!- is going on?”<\/p>\n

“I’ve been on enough ships,” Taren replied. “This is not natural. I don’t even hear any wind. Something is pulling the ship to the right. And pulling very hard.”<\/p>\n

Coy peered through one of portholes of the ship. “You may not hear winds, but those skies have turned black! Look!”<\/p>\n

Outside it was as if a grey bottle of paint was spilled across the sky. Slowly, it spread, devouring the once blue skies, and making them dark and grey. Accompanying the change, the sea also began to surge; large waves slammed up against the ship, which rocked the entire boat. Down below, Tawmis and others found themselves being batted around their prison cages. Above deck, the crew members were shouting; the voices of most were clearly drenched in just as much fear as they were wet. Tawmis turned to Blaz’tik, “This you’re doing?”<\/p>\n

“I’m afraid not,” Blaz’tik replied, his mandibles clicking nervously.<\/p>\n

“This is not a natural storm,” Taren stared out the porthole. The ship took a massive dive, her front piercing deep into the ocean as she came over the wave. As she came back over the next wave, an island came into view.<\/p>\n

“That’s Nex,” Coy replied.<\/p>\n

“Isn’t that where you’re from?” Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

“Yes,” Coy replied, though he didn’t sound excited.<\/p>\n

Just then, someone in the crow’s nest shouted something about land.<\/p>\n

Then came the crash; and the coral reef ripped through the bottom of the boat, cutting her open, filling her with water.<\/p>\n

The last thing Tawmis heard before the water washed over him was Coy mentioning something about “The Master.”<\/p>\n

Elsewhere on the island\u2026<\/p>\n

The tide crashed violently against the shore, and with it, more bodies and tattered remains of the slaver ship, The Elfin Wind. One of the bodies rose up, coughing and choking. It was a large, burly man, whose muscles showed signs of constant usage. His tribal markings up and down the left arm, as well as those on his forehead marked him as a barbarian from the Endless Tundra far to the northern lands.<\/p>\n

Next to him, another body stirred; a tall man, whose long blond hair, and trimmed mustache showed he was someone of some class. On his side, a massive sword that had clearly meant something to him. He was helping a woman wearing red robes, whose blond hair and blue eyes, were striking and unusual features.<\/p>\n

The fourth person to wash ashore was also another human, who wore slaver\u2019s clothing. The fourth person stood up and immediately took a defensive position. \u201cDo not try anything,\u201d she warned, as she reached for her pouch and pulled out a crimson flask.<\/p>\n

The large barbarian growled in response. The human with the large sword, put his hand back. \u201cHold,\u201d he said to the barbarian. He looked around. \u201cThat was no natural storm that brought the ship down. And this island is not on any map that I have ever seen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was magic,\u201d the woman in the red robes told him, still coughing and vomiting ocean water from her lungs. \u201cI told you that I sensed magic as soon as the storm appeared.\u201d<\/p>\n

Re-Posted Wed Jun 29, 2016 12:30 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

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This isn’t a new post – this was previously posted – just reposting (as a reminder for myself) where everyone is currently now that all the origin stories are out of the way…<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cI know those robes,\u201d Tawmis said, \u201cand that odor. The odor is embalming fluid. Those robes are ones traditionally worn by embalmers in the temples.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik shrugged, \u201cI \u2013tic!- would wear them,\u201d he pulled on his current, tattered rags, \u201cover \u2013tic!- these robes.\u201d Taren reached down into the coffin and pulled out the robes and handed them to Blaz\u2019tik.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo where\u2019s the sword?\u201d Tawmis suddenly realized. \u201cI thought that\u2019s why we dug this hole up?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe \u2013tic!- assumed that the \u2013tic!- sword was here,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik countered, as he slid the embalmer\u2019s robes on.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat would have been too easy,\u201d Tawmis finally said and sat down on the mound of freshly dug dirt.<\/p>\n

\u201cOver here,\u201d came the rumbling voice of Taren. Tawmis looked across the field, and with the moon watching over them, could see Taren\u2019s massive form.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d Tawmis called out. \u201cAnother mound? Another coffin? Another statue?\u201d His sarcasm carried on his voice over the quiet night.<\/p>\n

Taren turned his head slightly, \u201cIt would seem the Island Master has another riddle in mind.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis, Blaz\u2019tik (wearing his new robes, and observing how they glistened in the dark night) and Coy made their way to stand next to Taren. \u201cWhat is this?\u201d Tawmis blurted out loud, gesturing to the square stones on the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe \u2013tic!- it is another riddle, as the minotaur said,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik commented.<\/p>\n

Tawmis eyed Blaz\u2019tik from the corner of his eye. As an insectoid, Blaz\u2019tik wasn\u2019t able to fluctuate his voice or even smile; but Tawmis got the impression the insectoid was indeed trying to be funny.<\/p>\n

It was three rows of three square stones, in the form of a larger square. \u201cWe\u2019re supposed to figure out what to do with this?\u201d Tawmis asked, looking at the others. He turned and faced Blaz\u2019tik, \u201cCan you magic something? Get a tingly sensation? Maybe a clue?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI sense no magic vibrating from these stones,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik confessed immediately.<\/p>\n

Coy was looking at the edge of one of the squares. \u201cThere\u2019s gears. I can hear them. These are pressure plates.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo we step on the wrong one and potentially meet a painful death,\u201d Tawmis muttered beneath his breath. He was about to say something about Mages; but looked over at Blaz\u2019tik and silenced himself before the words came out of his mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat if these are all linked?\u201d Taren asked.<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked at his best friend, \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re looking for the Captain\u2019s sword,\u201d Taren explained. \u201cThe note made references to the love of the sea and commanding his crew. So what if this,\u201d he gestured, \u201cwhat if this is where \u2018X\u2019 marks the spot?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not following you,\u201d Tawmis replied, raising an eye brow questioningly.<\/p>\n

\u201cPut a stone, heavy enough to trigger the pressure plate on these two corners and one in the center \u2013 it would form an \u2018X\u2019 like on a map,\u201d Taren explained.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat sounds almost entirely too logical to be right,\u201d Tawmis said.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you any other ideas?\u201d Taren smiled, his teeth glistening in the moonlight.<\/p>\n

Tawmis stood there for a moment and finally said, \u201cCome to think of it, no.\u201d<\/p>\n

As they set the last stone in the center, Tawmis closed his eyes \u2013 expecting death to come in the form of some fireball or other magical means. After a few moments, he opened his right eye and looked around \u2013 they were all still standing there \u2013 alive. He opened his other eye and smiled when he saw a door that they had not noticed was now open.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d he said, as if he had always believed this plan would work, \u201cnow we\u2019re getting somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsewhere on the island\u2026<\/p>\n

Uncomfortable about traveling into the unknown, and unusually thick woods, Sir Karin had recommended making camp at the mouth of the cave that had led them into the Twigroot Forest. Jorale agreed to the idea, wanting to take the time to go through the journal that they had recovered from the deceased person that they had found. Such knowledge would be useful to an alchemist such as herself. Alissa seemed to care neither way; she was primarily concerned with getting off the island and completing her mission to Terradin, in the Western continent to open up a trade route between the two kingdom as her King has requested of her. After all, she felt that anything that was on this island was not up to facing a trained mage from the Malanian Empire. Stonebreaker sighed at the idea of needing rest, but agreed. He immediately offered to take the final watch.<\/p>\n

When Sir Karin woke up, he could smell fresh meat cooking. He sat up and saw Stonebreaker sitting by the campfire. \u201cWhat did you hunt?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHunt?\u201d Stonebreaker turned. \u201cWhy hunt when there was good meat here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood meat?\u201d Sir Karin rubbed his eyes. He then noticed that a skull hung from Stonebreaker\u2019s belt that he had not noticed before. \u201cWhere did you get\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly Sir Karin sat up. \u201cBy the Sha-Raessh Serpent! You\u2019re cooking the dead man! And you have his skull on your belt!\u201d<\/p>\n

Stonebreaker seemed unaffected by Sir Karin\u2019s accusations as the others began to awake. \u201cI carry his skull because my people believe that if we take the skulls of those who have fallen; we carry them with us, gaining their strength, insight and wisdom. This man was clearly a wise man, from what he noted in his journal. Carrying his spirit with us seems to be a wise choice. As for cooking his flesh,\u201d Stonebreaker continued, \u201cit is better than it feeds us, who respects what he once was, rather than savage animals who would disrespect his body.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa looked over at Jorale, \u201cStill think he would be good under the covers?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jorale smiled, \u201cMore convinced than ever,\u201d she smiled.<\/p>\n

Alissa should have known. Jorale was a slaver. Not a civilized person.<\/p>\n

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\u201cPut a stone, heavy enough to trigger the pressure plate on these two corners and one in the center \u2013 it would form an \u2018X\u2019 like on a map,\u201d Taren explained.<\/p>\n

Tawmis folded his arms in front of his chest, glancing back and forth between the oddly shaped stones and his large minotaur friend. He nodded a few times, before he said, \u201cYou know, that sounds almost entirely too logical to be right.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you any other ideas?\u201d Taren smiled, his teeth glistening in the moonlight.<\/p>\n

Tawmis stood there for a moment and finally said, \u201cCome to think of it, no.\u201d<\/p>\n

As they set the last stone in the center, Tawmis closed his eyes \u2013 expecting death to come in the form of some fireball or other magical means. After a few moments, he opened his right eye and looked around \u2013 they were all still standing there \u2013 alive. He opened his other eye and smiled when he saw a door that they had not noticed was now open.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d he said, as if he had always believed this plan would work, \u201cnow we\u2019re getting somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis peered through the doorway and saw an open field. “Looks like we’re clear.”<\/p>\n

Just as the entered the center of the field, a humanoid creature resembling the mixture of a human and a frog leaped out in front of them, squawking an odd sound and shaking it’s spear. Tawmis took a step back and cast a side glance to Coy, “I suppose you know what that thing is?”<\/p>\n

“Zarchton,” Coy replied. “Aquatic creatures. They only come out on land to gather food.”<\/p>\n

“So if we leave it alone, it will go back to the water,” Tawmis began.<\/p>\n

“No,” Coy added quickly, “they’re also extremely territorial and aggressive.”<\/p>\n

“Of course they are,” Tawmis muttered. “And us without weapons.”<\/p>\n

“I wouldn’t -tic!- say that,” Blaz’tik smiled. He gestured his hands in the air, forming small circles, then throwing dust into the air. A white sphere, composed of pure light, shot from Blaz’tik’s hands and struck the Zarchton in the eye. The creature howled and reeled back. Blaz’tik tapped Taren on the arm. “Do you -tic!- thing!”<\/p>\n

Taren lowered his head, charging the Zarchton and impaling it on his horns. The stunned, blinded, creature dropped its trident, and flailed, hopelessly, perched on Taren’s horns, until the light died from his blind eyes. Taren lowered his head, and the hapless, dead Zarchton slid off his bloody horns.<\/p>\n

Coy looked at the towering minotaur and said, ever so softly, “I see now, how you got your last name…”<\/p>\n

Elsewhere on the island\u2026<\/p>\n

Suddenly Sir Karin sat up. \u201cBy the Sha-Raessh Serpent! You\u2019re cooking the dead man! And you have his skull on your belt!\u201d<\/p>\n

Stonebreaker seemed unaffected by Sir Karin\u2019s accusations as the others began to awake. \u201cI carry his skull because my people believe that if we take the skulls of those who have fallen; we carry them with us, gaining their strength, insight and wisdom. This man was clearly a wise man, from what he noted in his journal. Carrying his spirit with us seems to be a wise choice. As for cooking his flesh,\u201d Stonebreaker continued, \u201cit is better than it feeds us, who respects what he once was, rather than savage animals who would disrespect his body.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa looked over at Jorale, \u201cStill think he would be good under the covers?\u201d<\/p>\n

Jorale smiled, \u201cMore convinced than ever,\u201d she smiled.<\/p>\n

Alissa should have known. Jorale was a slaver. Not a civilized person.<\/p>\n

Sir Karin stood, “Alissa and I can not travel this island with you two…” He blanched as Stonebreaker took another bite of the dead man’s flesh he had been cooking. “You – you’re a slaver,” he pointed to Jorale, “who got us into this whole mess… and you… you… you’re an uncivilized… beast.”<\/p>\n

Stonebreaker chewed the meat of the cooked dead man, before standing and towering over the tall, valiant, knight. “Go on. Leave,” he gestured with the limb of the dead man, with meat still dangling on it. “See how long the two of you survive. This island is a death trap,” he gestured towards the remaining carcass of the man he had cut up and cooked. “Whatever killed this man surprised him. This man shows no signs that he put up a fight. Something attacked him and killed him before he could even defend himself. If you think you and your lady friend can survive this island… then go. Me? I will do what it takes to survive. Make no mistakes – if either of you die, I will cook your flesh, and honor your skull – and take your power into myself. Because I will do what I must to survive.”<\/p>\n

Alissa looked at Sir Karin. “He’s right. We need each other if we hope to survive. At least, long enough to get off this island.”<\/p>\n

“The beast just said he would eat us if we perished,” Sir Karin pointed at Stonebreaker. “How can you even think to travel with such a beast?”<\/p>\n

“Because that beast has the power to survive,” Alissa replied. “He’s a Northerner, who has survived in frozen wastes, with next to no food. And look how strong and powerful he is. I may not like it – I may not like him – but there’s no denying that to separate from him and even the slaver, who from what I am told – is an accomplished alchemist – would be foolish. The barbarian is right – this island is a death trap. I can feel it all around me – there is magic at work here. Foul, dark magic. And we are being watched… like chess pieces on a board, being moved …”<\/p>\n

Sir Karin shook his head and heaved a deep sigh.<\/p>\n

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Tawmis kneeled and picked up the spear that the slain Zarchton had dropped and examined it, judging its weight and balance. He looked over at Coy, \u201cSo how many of these Zarchton things live on this island?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey live in every body of water,\u201d Coy answered, searching the dead Zarchton and discovering two daggers, which he quickly slid into his own belt. \u201cThey\u2019re also out there on the beach \u2013 they tend to salvage through wrecked ships that get too close this this island. That\u2019s where they get most of their weapons.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood to know,\u201d Tawmis said, turning from Coy to Blaz\u2019tik. \u201cSo\u2026 you got some magic up your sleeve? Remembering spells?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSome spells are -tic!- coming back to me,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik admitted. \u201cI have found some -tic!- components around the island that I can use for my -tic!- spells. Some of it I am -tic!- improvising, so I am not always -tic!- sure what the end result will be. -tic!-\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cWith out luck,\u201d Tawmis heft the spear onto his shoulder, \u201cyou\u2019re probably going to end up killing us. But then,\u201d he patted Taren on the shoulder, \u201cwe will finally be out of our misery and done with the ill luck that seems to cling to us, eh, old friend?\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren smiled, his rows of glistening teeth and fangs, shined in the moonlight. \u201cAnd my life debt to you will finally be over, and I will be able to go my own way in the After-life, and be free of the bad luck you bring,\u201d Taren joked, his laugh sounding like boulders being crushed.<\/p>\n

\u201cMe?\u201d Tawmis feigned offensiveness, \u201cWhat do you mean me? You\u2019re the one who was in the arena because of your bad luck.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou had wizards picking apart your brain,\u201d Taren laughed, \u201cwhich certainly explains why there isn\u2019t a lot left there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Both situations were dire; and no one, but these two, could make fun of it. Had anyone else made fun of Taren in the arena, Tawmis would have run his spear through them; and likewise, had anyone mocked Tawmis for having his mind ripped apart by wizards, Taren would have crushed their heads in. These two shared a unique bond of unbelievable strength and loyalty towards one another.<\/p>\n

Elsewhere on the island\u2026<\/p>\n

Sir Karin had watched as Stonebreaker continued to cook the remains of the dead body. He had to admit, despite his disgust, the meat was beginning to smell good. He had eaten only berries while on the island, and he could feel his muscles suffering for it. The armor was getting heavier. It was more of a strain to walk and take each step forward. If he wasn\u2019t careful, if he wasn\u2019t strong, then the death trap of an island would claim him too. Stonebreaker smiled at the valiant knight and extended some cooked meat towards him. \u201cDon\u2019t think of it as a person,\u201d Stonebreaker said. \u201cThink of it as whatever animal you \u2018civilized\u2019 people eat. You may not like it \u2013 may not like me, like you said \u2013 but, in the end, I also need you to be as strong as you can be.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin pushed the meat aside. \u201cNo thank you, savage.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jorale ate a portion of the meat. She was surprised. \u201cIt\u2019s not bad,\u201d she admitted. \u201cIt\u2019s very tender. Juicy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin blanched at the thought, his stomach churned. \u201cYou\u2019re eating the flesh of a person.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am doing what I must to survive,\u201d Jorale replied. She reached into her pouch and pulled out some spices that she worked with and applied it to the meat, allowing it to soak for a moment before taking another bite. She offered it to Alissa, who looked at Sir Karin, then back to Jorale and took the meat.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not thinking of eating that,\u201d Sir Karin said, shocked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m hungry,\u201d Alissa replied, her voice low. \u201cI tire of just eating berries and plants. My body is getting weak, and so is my mind. I can feel the spells slipping away, because I can\u2019t focus on anything but my hunger.\u201d She took a bite of the meat and slowly chewed. She was surprised. She had never eaten human flesh before; she did not know what to expect for taste\u2026 but\u2026 It did not taste bad. Her next bite she took with more confidence and enjoyment, removing from her mind that it was human flesh, as the hunger consumed her.<\/p>\n

\u201cA curse,\u201d Sir Karin whispered, \u201ca curse will fall on all of you. There is a legend in our lands, of those who devour human flesh, become monsters who prowl the night looking for more human flesh.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProbably,\u201d Stonebreaker said between chewing, \u201cbecause it tastes good.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin shook his head; and tried to hide the sound of the rumbling of his stomach as the smell of meat wafted into his nose.<\/p>\n

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Tawmis covered his nose. \u201cWhat is that awful odor?\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy looked behind him, leading the others, and answered, \u201cThey call it Keelbreach Bog.\u201d<\/p>\n

A green mist rose from the ground, like emerald embers, getting into their eyes, nose and mouth. Coy continued to explain, \u201cAbout sixty turns of the season, a pack of Forest Ogres got in in their head to block the rivers to stop the troublesome Zarchton\u2026 well, they did too good of a job. The waters here backed up and flooded the lands, creating this bog. The waters became extremely stagnant and toxic, so now only nuisances live here\u2026 though their life spans are typically quite short. Even the Forest Ogres that started this died off, killed by the very waters they sought to block off, because of its toxicity. Ironic, no?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure,\u201d Tawmis muttered, \u201cironic. Just where are you taking us?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to get to the castle if we have any hope of escaping this island,\u201d Coy replied. He looked over his shoulder, his rat like nose twitching as his lips formed \u2013 for a Ratling \u2013 what was a smile. \u201cThat is still the plan, right? Get off the island.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course it is,\u201d Tawmis muttered. He looked over at Taren and rolled his eyes, gesturing at Coy.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are fortunate,\u201d Taren\u2019s booming voice said, \u201cthat Coy is from this island and knows the ins and outs of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik was moving slowly behind them, picking an abundance of odorous mushrooms and shoving them into his pouches as spell components. \u201cI suppose that -tic!- is a benefit that my kind -tic!- do not really use smells the same as -tic!- you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy cut away and some vines and revealed several arches where beams of light passed through in a forward motion; repeating itself.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2026 is that?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik smirked. \u201cI -tic!- recognize the magic signature -tic!- \u2026 It\u2019s displacement\u2026 probably a teleporter\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is new,\u201d Coy admitted. \u201cWell, new as in, it wasn\u2019t here twenty years ago,\u201d he shrugged. He looked at the others, \u201cSo\u2026 who is going first?\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsewhere on the island\u2026<\/p>\n

Sir Karin leaned on his sword for balance, retching the berries from his gut. Alissa lingered close by, covering her mouth. \u201cThe odor is strong,\u201d she admitted, \u201cbut it\u2019s also because you have not eaten any of the meat. Stonebreaker has more in his bags. You should eat some. It will help you regain your strength.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin stood proudly, his face bleached white from illness, his arms and legs wavering beneath the weight of his own body. \u201cI am fine,\u201d he finally managed to said, though his voice was barely audible.<\/p>\n

Jorale had covered her mouth from the odor emanating from the bog just ahead of them. She admired how Stonebreaker seemed unaffected. \u201cHow does this odor of this bog not bother you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin, had he the strength and wit he normally possessed, would have remarked that Stonebreaker probably was used to the smell, because this was how his people smell all the time. Instead, Sir Karin pulled his sword out of the mud and took an uncertain step forward.<\/p>\n

Stonebreaker turned to Jorale, \u201cBecause I have lived my life on the battle field. I have smelled the scent of the dead and dying, lying on a battle field for weeks on end. This smell is scarcely any different. Suddenly Stonebreaker stiffened and raised his hand. \u201cHold.\u201d<\/p>\n

He kneeled, touching the mud.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone has been here recently,\u201d Stonebreaker pointed to several prints in the mud. \u201cBy the looks of it \u2013 a large rat\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRatling,\u201d Jorale corrected. \u201cNothampton is full of them in the docks. A lot of sailors use them for minimal work and give them rotting food as payment.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stonebreaker nodded, \u201cThink I saw one of them aboard the ship you enslaved me to,\u201d the large barbarian eyed Jorale, who did not flinch under the barbarian\u2019s stare. He added, \u201cBy the looks of it, he was also with a human, and a minotaur \u2013 a big one, by the depth of that print \u2013 and an insectoid.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think they\u2019re survivors of the shipwreck also?\u201d Alissa asked, leaning over.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood chance,\u201d Stonebreaker admitted. \u201cBut knowing the type of people she enslaved on the ship,\u201d the large barbarian said, \u201cthey may or may not be friendly.\u201d<\/p>\n

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NOTE: Had a creative itch… but couldn’t get anything down for my novel I am working on… so I launched LOG2… played a little, inspired me to come back here and begin writing this… I realized, looking at my oldest save game, that LOG2 has been out for three years and I’ve still not finished the game… But in the meantime, a new segment! In this one, I took the lore of the Lindworm (from the actual base of the lore) – and applied it to the Legend of Grimrock story, with my own twist… Hope you enjoy!<\/em><\/p>\n

Tawmis placed his hands on his knees and buckled over, retching. The jaunt through the teleporter had made him feel as if each of those six stops was done at neck breaking speeds. After being certain there wasn\u2019t anything else in his stomach to violently dispatch, he tried to stand tall, his head swaying like wheat blowing in a gentle breeze, and forced a smile. \u201cIt\u2019s totally safe,\u201d he gurgled before something else decided to find its way out of his stomach.<\/p>\n

After the others had passed through the jaunting teleporter, Tawmis looked over at Coy. \u201cYou mentioned that we need to get to the castle on this island. How is that going to help us get off the island?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Master of the Island has a large mirror there,\u201d Coy explained. \u201cWith it, he can think of any place, and travel through the mirror to that location. It\u2019s going to be the best way off of this cursed island.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I don\u2019t think this \u2018Master\u2019 you keep talking about is just going to let us use this magical mirror of his,\u201d Tawmis muttered, \u201cas I am pretty sure he\u2019s the one who wrecked the slaver ship on his island in the first place, and turned Captain Bairon to stone using one of his Medusa\u2026 So does this \u2018Master\u2019 have a name?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve always known him as the Master \u2013 but he is not alone. He has a brother \u2013 known as the Lindworm,\u201d Coy shrugged. \u201cAs it turns out, this place wasn\u2019t always\u2026 evil. He\u2019s been driven mad by the curse, brought on by the greed of his mother, the once and former Queen of Nex and it\u2019s his madness,\u201d Coy gestured around him, \u201cthat\u2019s also changed the island\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat curse do you \u2013tic!- speak of?\u201d Blaz\u2019tik asked, curious if it involved magic.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe story goes, over one hundred years ago, the King and Queen of Nex longed for a child. But despite their efforts, the Queen seemed to be barren. One day, the Queen had walked out into her garden and encountered a sorceress there, who said she had heard of the Queen\u2019s woes and had come to help her. She pulled a \u2018seed\u2019 from her pouch that was as large as a young infant, and told the Queen to plant the seed and water it for two days. On the third day, two flowers would spring; a red and a white flower. The Queen must eat one of the flowers \u2013 red, and she would bare a son; white, she would bare a princess. But \u2013 she was not to eat both. Doing so would have dire consequences,\u201d Coy began explaining, as sat down, to try and recall the story as he had heard it, passed down through generations of Ratlings bound to the Isle of Nex.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d he heaved a deep sigh, \u201cI suppose you can guess what happened next. The Queen, buried the large seed, watered it and spoke to it affectionately for two days, and as the sorceress had promised, on the third day, two roses sprung from the seed; a white and red flower. The Queen was desperate. She wanted to give her loving husband, the King, an heir to the throne. But, she was fearful that this would be the only way to have a child, and she had wanted a young daughter of her own, to raise, and share those things that were hers, to pass down. It wasn\u2019t fair, the Queen had told herself that only my husband should have an heir to pass down his things. So the Queen devoured both flowers. Several months later, she was pregnant. The King was unaware of the dealings that the Queen had made he only knew that at long last, the curse of her barren womb was finally at an end. However, in the delivery room \u2013 something tragic happened, as the sorceress had predicted. Slithering from the Queen\u2019s womb came a Lindworm \u2013 a young dragon.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean to tell me you expect me to believe that a young dragon came out of a mother\u2019s womb and she survived the experience?\u201d Tawmis asked in disbelief.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou once had your mind, literally, and magically, ripped open by The Mages of Des, and you survived the experience,\u201d Taren reminded him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, but that\u2019s different\u2026 they used magic to keep me alive through that whole process,\u201d Tawmis muttered.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd it was magic,\u201d Coy added, \u201cthat kept the Queen alive; for she was to survive and see the curse of her greed and what it would bring down upon her family. The Lindworm slithered away, no bigger than a serpent, uncared for and unloved. But after the serpent\u2019s birth, came a normal son \u2013 the one, we all know as The Master.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Lindworm was not seen again, for eighteen years,\u201d Coy continued the story, \u201cuntil it came to find the Master a young princess to marry, and be his future Queen. The Master rode out to seek a woman, but the Lindworm appeared and demanded that the princess be his, as he is he elder brother. The Queen, broken, explained what had happened to the King. And so the first princess found, was given to the Lindworm who devoured her. So the Master rode out again, seeking another princess \u2013 but the Lindworm appeared again, and demanded the princess be his \u2013 and again, it devoured her. This happened until there were no more suitable princesses on the Isle of Nex, and the King was forced to seek out a young princess for his son, beyond the Isle of Nex \u2013 but the Lindworm had grown strong and powerful \u2013 and gained wings. It would destroy approaching ships with a suitable princess, and keep the princess \u2013 and devour her. Soon, none wanted anything to do with the Isle of Nex. The King and Queen died \u2013 but not before seeing the people of their kingdom become the food for the Lindworm, with no way to escape the Isle \u2013 and the lands fell to ruin and darkness. When the King and Queen died, the Lindworm returned to the castle \u2013 and it whispered things to the Master\u2026 the two became bonded, and the Isle fell into its greatest darkness. The Master was said to be one of the most beautiful humans in all of the world \u2013 and the Lindworm wanted his beauty. So the Lindworm used its own magic to twist the Master, and make him forgo everything in hopes of finding a way to restore the Lindworm into a human form. Now the Master has created these magic traps and teleporters and the like \u2013 all in the hopes of restoring his elder brother\u2026 so we must be weary\u2026 for the Master is a trickster\u2026 and what looks one way, may not be what it truly is.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a long pause, before it was Tawmis who broke the silence. \u201cSo what you\u2019re telling me is\u2026 not only do we have to deal with a crazy, magic wielding \u2018Master\u2019\u2026 but his older brother who is a dragon of some kind?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA Lindworm,\u201d Coy corrected, \u201cbut yes. Essentially.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWonderful,\u201d Tawmis muttered.<\/p>\n

Elsewhere on the island\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cThe air down here is rancid,\u201d Sir Karin choked. A thick, green, hazy, mist, full of pollen that was impossible not to breathe, inhale, and attached to the inside of their mouths and throats, that caused the very liquid from inside them, to seemingly dry upon contact.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s Herdlings,\u201d Jorale said, being familiar with Herdlings. They were often killed and dissected to be used for various potions \u2013 and more often than not \u2013 poisonous components. \u201cThere must be a den of them somewhere around here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are Herdlings?\u201d Alissa asked, though a strong woman in her own right; she, as the Daughter to the king of the Malanian Empire, was not allowed to explore beyond the castle walls of her home, until she had used guilt to force her father to learn magic \u2013 but that voyage had been cut short when she and Sir Karin were abducted by the Serpents of Harbardar, then dragged onto the Elfin Wind slaver ship, that had now crashed on the Isle of Nex.<\/p>\n

\u201cHerdlings,\u201d Jorale she began, then paused. \u201cImagine, if you will, if fungus and mushrooms had gained sentient life, and could walk around and act like you and I \u2013 except, they\u2019re brainless. They\u2019re still plants\u2026 but they\u2019re aggressive. Larger ones are called Herders. And if there\u2019s a Herder-Spore present, then\u2026 we\u2019re going to run into a lot of them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stonebreaker smiled, \u201cYou said they\u2019re aggressive?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cVery,\u201d Jorale nodded. \u201cAnd because they\u2019re absolutely brainless, they keep attacking in waves, and never run. It\u2019s do or die, every time with them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI almost admire them,\u201d Stonebreaker chuckled, then coughed as he inhaled some of the pollen. \u201cIf it wasn\u2019t for the fact that they make it difficult for me to breathe.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s with the fences and everything around here?\u201d Sir Karin asked. \u201cIf they\u2019re so mindless\u2026 it doesn\u2019t seem like they would be the ones that built this?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDepends on what you believe,\u201d Jorale explained. \u201cThere\u2019s a lot of different stories about the Isle of Nex. They say, once long ago, this was a prosperous kingdom \u2013 and the Queen, in a moment of greed, cursed herself, her land and her kingdom. By the looks of it \u2013 this area was probably the stables near the garden. The cursed garden probably spawned the Herdlings \u2013 and the Herdlings, without anyone to bother them \u2013 have spread their spores and taken it over.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis pollen that we\u2019re breathing is safe, yes?\u201d Sir Karin asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d Jorale asked, turning to the Knight of Malanian Empire.<\/p>\n

\u201cI mean, inhaling it \u2013 we\u2019re not going to turn into mindless plants, controlled by the Herdlings?\u201d Sir Karin asked.<\/p>\n

Jorale raised an eye brow. \u201cI \u2026 had not considered that\u2026 all the Herdlings and Herders I always dealt with were dead\u2026 and come to think of it, those that hunted Herdlings and Herders for their\u2026 internal value\u2026 always came back with fewer people than they left with\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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Coy lead them further through the swampy area until they reached a cave with stairs forged in mud. An all too familiar odor drifted from the cave beyond. “I know that smell,” Taren growled.<\/p>\n

“Me too,” Tawmis nodded. “Herders.”<\/p>\n

Coy looked back, “And many of them,” he added with a twitch of his nose and whiskers. “The Master of the Isle used them for farming, before the Ogres ruined the land with their flooding. Once the flooding happened, the Master lost control of the Herders, which then took sanctuary in this cave… and have since… taken it over… as a result… have become… extremely aggressive.”<\/p>\n

“Familiar with that,” Taren muttered. “The last time we ran into herders, as prisoners at Mount Grimrock… they were less than welcoming.” This brought the memory of Silvertan to Taren’s mind. It had been Silvertan who told them about Herders the first time they had encountered them in Grimrock. This reminded Taren how Silvertan had given his own life, by diving in front of the Warden’s flail as he had tried to strike Tawmis down, crushing Silvertan’s spine. Taren clenched his axe tighter. Silvertan had died for Taren’s best friend. It should have been Taren who died, to fulfill his blood debt to Tawmis. “If there’s herders down there, like it smells like there are, they will fall before my axe,” Taren growled, his teeth clenched tightly.<\/p>\n

Coy paused suddenly and pointed at the ground. “Someone has been here… before us.”<\/p>\n

“You said there’s been prisoners on this island,” Tawmis said. “Could it be one of them?”<\/p>\n

Coy turned his head, “Not likely. The prisoners usually do not last long. These are new prints.”<\/p>\n

“Could it be -tic- survivors of the ship crash?” Blaz’tik asked.<\/p>\n

“Other survivors?” Tawmis turned to Coy, then to Blaz’tik. “I suppose it could be. Stands to reason someone else would have survived that cursed ship crashing into the island.”<\/p>\n

Coy examined the prints, “One, a man… heavy armor, by the depression left if the mud… one a moment… faint… light… another woman… also, faint like… robes too, because there’s drag marks in the mud… and another male, by the size of the print… heavy… but primitive attire by the foot prints… not armored like the first.”<\/p>\n

A primative hammer nearly crushed Coy’s skull, but the humanoid rodent moved quickly out of the way when his ears picked up the sound of the wind. Suddenly a large, elderly human, who – despite his age – still posed as a threat – stood before them. “Who are you,” the barbarian boomed.<\/p>\n

“Wait,” Tawmis yelled. “You,” he pointed to the barbarian. “Stonebreaker, was it?”<\/p>\n

The barbarian paused. “How do you know my name?”<\/p>\n

“We were slaves on that ship,” Tawmis explained, “as were you.”<\/p>\n

“So you were,” a female’s voice crept from the darkness behind the barbarian.<\/p>\n

“You!” Taren now lunged forward, but the barbarian stood in front of the minotaur threateningly. Only the North Men were brave enough – or foolish enough – to challenge a minotaur.<\/p>\n

“Wait, my friend,” Tawmis said, placing his hand on the minotaur’s shoulder. “Why do you defend the slaver, barbarian? When she is the one that captured you and some of your people, and caged you, to be sold off as gladiator entertainment?”<\/p>\n

“Because, if we hope to survive, we must remain together, despite my hatred of this woman,” Stonebreaker replied.<\/p>\n

Sir Karin and Lady Alissa stepped forward and introduced themselves, explaining that they were not slavers; but they had paid for passage aboard the cursed ship.<\/p>\n

“So,” Tawmis looked around, “now there’s eight of us. I’d say we have a better chance against this Master of the Isle and this Lindworm thing.”<\/p>\n

“Lindworm?” Stonebreaker asked. “There is a Lindworm on this isle?”<\/p>\n

“Yes,” Coy nodded. “Tied by blood to the Master. Why?”<\/p>\n

“My vision, when I was young, showed I would die fighting a Lindworm.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Posted Fri May 25, 2018 12:26 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Jorale finally weighed in, \u201cI\u2019ve heard of your family \u2013 and even you, Tawmis \u2013 have a reputation of getting into \u2013 and out of \u2013 trouble.\u201d She turned to Sir Karin, \u201cFor now, I say we follow Tawmis and see if he can keep his streak of reputable luck.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not luck,\u201d Tawmis muttered beneath his breath. \u201cIt\u2019s all skill.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNormally, the strongest lead my people,\u201d Stonebreaker eyed Taren, \u201cbut in this case \u2013 there appears to be magic involved with this island, so I concede to those who understand the foul works of magic.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik made an audible clicking sound with his mandibles, eyeing the giant barbarian.<\/p>\n

Giving Blaz\u2019tik no attention, Stonebreaker turned to Tawmis. \u201cYou\u2019re experienced in the ways of magic?\u201d he looked Tawmis up and down, \u201cYou look like a warrior to me. This one,\u201d he roughly patted Blaz\u2019tik on the back, nearly knocking the air out of his lungs. \u201cThis one looks like he\u2019s weak and feeble, and thus, a wielder of the dark arts.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot all magic,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik ticked with mandibles again, \u201cis \u2018dark art.\u2019 I am also, no leader. When Tawmis has needed advice on magic, I have lent -tic- him my knowledge.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAs for me,\u201d Tawmis learned against the cavern wall that led into the den of herders, \u201cI\u2019ve had more than my share of dealings of magic. Ever heard of the Mages of Des?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Stonebreaker said flatly. \u201cShould I have?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re also known as the Crimson Order,\u201d Tawmis went on to say. \u201cThey kidnapped me at the age of thirteen \u2013 and for seven, very long years \u2013 tortured me, and ripped at my brain, trying to peel away layers of it, like it was an onion, to see if I had any knowledge of my parents usage of the Orb of Zhandul. For seven years, they ripped at my mind. From there, they shipped me off where I was a slave in Namaer. In the Xafi Desert, both Taren and I were captured by the Magnates of the Burning Wastes, and subjected to tournaments that involved Mages blasting at us from a safe distance \u2013 like stabbing fish in a barrel. Then there was the sprites in the Bacodar Forests\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s not speak of the sprites,\u201d Taren shook his head at the memory.<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked over at Taren and nodded. He turned his gaze back towards Stonebreaker. \u201cSo, yes, you could say I have had my experience with dealing with magic.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell then,\u201d Stonebreaker smiled broadly and placed his make-shift axe on his shoulder. \u201cLead on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHold on,\u201d Sir Karin stepped forward. \u201cIf knowledge of magic is the key to leadership on this cursed expedition, I would nominate Alissa. Not only is she royalty, but she\u2019s an actual mage.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa\u2019s expression bleached white. \u201cI have never led anyone\u2026 I \u2026 do not want that responsibility.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin\u2019s face went flat. Clearly he had wanted Alissa to take leadership so that the Malanian Empire would be the ones leading this, if not himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, if Alissa will not take leadership,\u201d Sir Karin finally said, after a moment. \u201cI would still like to nominate myself. As a Knight of the Malanian Empire, not only have I led countless sieges, leading many men to victory, I have also had the distinct honor of marching into these battles with the Mages of Malanian \u2013 which,\u201d Sir Karin\u2019s voice seemed smug suddenly, \u201cI am sure you are all aware, are some of the best mages throughout the land.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSimply because your king, trains them, to syphon their magic,\u201d Tawmis smiled, bringing up the previous discussion.<\/p>\n

Alissa placed her hand on Sir Karin\u2019s shoulder. \u201cI appreciate you trying to defend my father,\u201d she said, seeing that Sir Karin was boiling with anger again, \u201cbut this is not a war. This is a matter of survival of a different kind. I, as your princess, command you to yield command to this Tawmis individual.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin turned on her, \u201cNow? Now you use your title on me? When all throughout this, you have told me to treat you as a mage and not as royalty? Now you would take your title and use it against me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like the party\u2019s spoken,\u201d Tawmis smiled. \u201cSo\u2026\u201d he juggled a stone he had picked up, \u201c\u2026 you in or you out?\u201d<\/p>\n

Posted <\/span>Wed Jun 06, 2018 4:43 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sir Karin looked at the others, and noticed all eyes were on him, waiting for him to make his choice. As a Knight of Malanian, it was difficult for Sir Karin to ceded to anyone on the battlefield \u2013 and make no mistake, in his own mind, this was a mental battle field. The tide of the battle had turned against him, even the one he was sworn to protect had turned on him.
\u201cFine,\u201d he finally said, nearly spitting the words.They began their descent into \u2013 what Jorale suspected was a Herder Den, based on the smell of the pollen that hung heavily in the air. Sir Karin put a cloth over his mouth as he lingered near the back and looked at Stonebreaker. \u201cWhy did you cede to this fighter? I thought you said among your people the strongest always led?\u201d

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Stonebreaker turned and faced the Knight but did not cover his mouth. \u201cThe strongest leaders are not always the strongest themselves; but a loyal companion or guard may be the wall between them and you. And,\u201d he looked over the others just ahead of them, \u201cthat fighter you have your problems with has a minotaur who would die for him. Although Minotaurs are not common in the frozen tundra, their strength, honor and fighter skill has still reached our ears. Mortal enemies of the Ogres of the world, they live to kill Ogres\u2026 and having dealt with Frost Ogres and Snow Wargs, who serve those Frost Ogres\u2026 I\u2019ve seen what those Ogres are capable of\u2026 and to think these minotaurs will blindly rush in to kill one \u2013 even at the cost of their own life? The strongest leader here is indeed that human that you insist on fighting with.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you only follow him because the Minotaur is his guardian,\u201d Sir Karin asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, and before you think of poisoning or doing something to the Minotaur to usurp that fighter\u2019s position as the current leader of this merry band,\u201d Stonebreaker smiled at Sir Karin, \u201ckeep in mind, if you try to assume rulership, it\u2019d be my duty to prove that I am stronger than you. And rest assured, without the element of surprise like Jorale and her slaves had, I would crush you. Without even breaking a sweat. So right now, that Minotaur is also keeping you alive.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin waited for Stonebreaker to laugh or smile or give a sign he had been joking; after all, during the short time on the island, they had come to rely on one another; rather than this stranger that they knew nothing about. But if Stonebreaker was joking or making a jest, he never gave any indication. Sir Karin thought back on when the barbarian had devoured the flesh of one of the dead men found and realized, this towering mass of flesh and muscle never did have much of a sense of humor.<\/p>\n

A few moments later, there was chaos.<\/p>\n

As Jorale had suspected, it was a Herder Den. The cavern was thick with spores being kicked up in the air, and for a moment Sir Karin thought about how Jorale had said the spores might be lethal is inhaled; because the people she had sent to fetch the spores and pieces of the Herders that could be used for poisons and potions, never came back with the entire party that left.<\/p>\n

For a brief moment, because the visibility was barely a foot in front of his vision, he considered trying to locate Tawmis and running his blade through him, and make it look like one of the Herders took him down or that he was a casualty of the chaos; but he knew he would immediately be accused and the Minotaur would undoubtedly run him through.<\/p>\n

Several large Herders were running around, screeching their unique sound, emitting pores everywhere, so that visibility was difficult.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a Herder Spore in here,\u201d Jorale called out, swinging in the darkness with her makeshift dagger. \u201cThat\u2019s what they\u2019re trying to protect. Take it down and the rest will fall apart with no way to truly communicate with one another. Try not to damage the red spore on it \u2013 I could use that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s difficult to be -tic- delicate,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik shouted as he launched a volley of bolts, \u201cin this chaos.\u201d Alissa was standing with her back to Blaz\u2019tik launching spells in the opposite direction.<\/p>\n

Taren was bull rushing the entire room, taking down Herders left and right, and on more than one occasion had clipped Sir Karin, which the Knight was beginning to think was intentional.<\/p>\n

The sounds the Herders were making were suddenly different.<\/p>\n

\u201cFound the spore,\u201d Coy called out, \u201cand, took care of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Now the Herders were more frantic. Their central line of communication was now severed. Some of the Herders were turning on each other, attacking anything that moved.<\/p>\n

By the time the last Herder was taken down, Stonebreaker was clinging to life, Jorale had several cuts and gashes that were deep \u2013 but not like threatening, Coy\u2019s one good eye was damaged by excessive spores when he had taken down the Herder Spore, and Taren had a large gash across his chest which was bleed profusely.<\/p>\n

\u201cI found something,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik commented, examining the wall. \u201cRunes of some kind.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa approached Blaz\u2019tik as Jorale tended to Stonebreaker\u2019s wounds. She examined the runes, running her hands over them. \u201cThese were runes used to animate what were known as Stone Philosophers. Mages would imbue the stone with knowledge to be parted to those who discovered them \u2013 to offer a hint or clue. Often solely meant for the Mage to understand and mislead anyone else who did not understand the clues given. Mages did this to hide some of their secrets and magic.\u201d<\/p>\n

She walked over to Jorale and took her makeshift dagger and returned to the wall and began scraping against the years of grime built up by the spores that had come to rest on the wall, and soon revealed behind it all, were a pair of pale, glowing eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cDemons of Dex!\u201d Blaz\u2019tik took a step back. \u201cThe wall?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a Philosopher Stone,\u201d Alissa answered as she began scraping away the rest of the grime until the stone face was fully revealed.
It suddenly showed an image of ten circles \u2013 four on the top, three in the next row, two in the next and finally a single circle on the bottom.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt appears to be an arrow pointing down,\u201d Alissa looked at it strangely, then looked at the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat can\u2019t be -tic- right,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik said, stomping his insect foot on the floor. Aside from the gunk from the pores, the floor was rock solid.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait,\u201d Coy hobbled over and looked at it. He waved his hand in front of the Philosopher Stone\u2019s eyes. \u201cMove three to see what lies beyond me,\u201d it said in a haunting voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to move three of the circles,\u201d Coy said, \u201cin some pattern to see what this really means.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut the combination could be anything\u2026 if we move any three\u2026\u201d Alissa tried to move three random circles, and they all moved back after the third one was moved.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait,\u201d Coy said, \u201con the island \u2013 where the master dwells. There\u2019s a pyramid. This looks like an upside down pyramid.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren, still bleeding approached, he moved the bottom to the right, then the next one to the right, then the following to the right \u2013 until the three he moved appeared to make a pyramid. The Philosopher Stone suddenly opened and revealed a passage beyond.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you know that?\u201d Alissa looked up at the muscular Minotaur.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy people are philosophers and we spend an inordinate amount of time studying the stars as well,\u201d Taren walked back to help Stonebreaker stand and offered a shoulder to lean on despite his own wound bleeding. \u201cJust because we are all muscle do not think that\u2019s all we are.\u201d<\/p>\n

Each of them slowly entered the cavern which soon led upwards.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWe need to move three of the circles,\u201d Coy said, \u201cin some pattern to see what this really means.\u201d

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\u201cBut the combination could be anything\u2026 if we move any three\u2026\u201d Alissa tried to move three random circles, and they all moved back after the third one was moved.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait,\u201d Coy said, \u201con the island \u2013 where the master dwells. There\u2019s a pyramid. This looks like an upside down pyramid.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taren, still bleeding approached, he moved the bottom to the right, then the next one to the right, then the following to the right \u2013 until the three he moved appeared to make a pyramid. The Philosopher Stone suddenly opened and revealed a passage beyond.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you know that?\u201d Alissa looked up at the muscular Minotaur.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy people are philosophers and we spend an inordinate amount of time studying the stars as well,\u201d Taren walked back to help Stonebreaker stand and offered a shoulder to lean on despite his own wound bleeding. \u201cJust because we are all muscle do not think that\u2019s all we are.\u201d<\/p>\n

Each of them slowly entered the cavern which soon led upwards.<\/p>\n

The minutes passed, the hours passed, even the days.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can see why the riddle was a pyramid,\u201d Tawmis growled, nibbling on a piece of rotten meat to quench his hunger. \u201cBecause we\u2019ve walked into a tomb.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou may not be far off the mark, my friend,\u201d Taren commented, looking at the etching on the walls. \u201cThere is ancient writing here.\u201d His large, muscular hands brushed away the dust and webbing. \u201cAll along these walls.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blaz\u2019tik was standing next to Taren, observing, \u201cThey -tic!- do not appear to be -tic!- magical in nature.\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy shook his head. \u201cThat\u2019s because they\u2019re not. That\u2019s an old language\u2026 It\u2019s Vacarian.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know the language, Ratling?\u201d Sir Karin asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe name\u2019s Coy,\u201d he replied, \u201cand I am familiar with the lettering, but was never taught to read it. Vacarian is the language originally spoken on this isle \u2013 back when it was called Vacaria. Before\u2026 it became the epicenter of all things \u2026 magical. Then it became the Isle of Nex\u2026 and that\u2019s when everything began to change.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa nodded her head, \u201cThe Ratling knows his history.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAs I said,\u201d Coy repeated, \u201cThe name is Coy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa ignored him. \u201cWhen this isle was known as Vacaria, a wizard in black robes, hair white as snow, eyes like crescent moons appeared \u2013 claimed that there was magic on the isle. The King and Queen of Vacaria at the time, told the wizard they wanted nothing to do with him \u2013 but the wizard named Talistan refused to listen. Deep in the woods he forged a Wizard\u2019s tower \u2013 and corrupted the woods around it to protect the tower. Animals were twisted by his magics \u2013 so normal wolves had become wargs, vicious, relentless in their hunger and need to kill.<\/p>\n

\u201cTalistan opened some portal to\u2026 another dimension\u2026 unleashed chaos on Vacaria \u2013 but in the process captured and channeled this magic into his own body,\u201d Alissa continued the story, as she had been told. \u201cAs a matter of fact,\u201d she turned to Coy, \u201cit is said that\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, it\u2019s true, what you\u2019re about to say,\u201d Coy growled.<\/p>\n

Alissa looked back to the others, \u201cTalistan had used his powerful magics, obsessed with becoming as powerful as god, and morphed regular rats into Ratlings, to be his servants. They did all of his manual labor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust as Talistan was about to achieve godhood, they say,\u201d Alissa recalled from her teachings, \u201chis servants \u2013 the Ratlings, turned against him. They murdered him as he was channeling a spell to another plane of existence \u2013 realizing, too late the betrayal \u2013 he swore he would be reborn again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe explosion,\u201d Alissa\u2019s voice lowered, \u201ccaused massive devastation and change to the island and its inhabitants. Changing people\u2026 animals\u2026 trees\u2026 the very core of life itself, as Talistan had always obsessed over. Cities\u2026 towns\u2026 were buried in the change.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you\u2019re saying it\u2019s possible that we\u2019re in the tomb of an ancient Vacarian burial temple?\u201d Jorale asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not saying it\u2019s possible,\u201d Alissa replied. \u201cI am saying that\u2019s exactly where we are.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is no need to fear the dead,\u201d Stonebreaker growled.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut there is reason to fear the undead,\u201d Tawmis whispered.<\/p>\n

Elsewhere, the Lindworm growled, “Someone knows my true name…”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Tue Apr 23, 2019 12:09 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tawmis Sanarius \u2013 Human (Fighter)
Taren Bloodhorn \u2013 Minotaur (Gladiator)
Blaz\u2019tik \u2013 Insectoid Mage
Coy Twofang \u2013 Ratling Rogue
Sir Karin \u2013 Human Knight
Alissa \u2013 Human Mage
Jorale \u2013 Human Alchemist
Stonebreaker Bloodrage \u2013 Human Barbarian

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Moving cautiously through the Vacarian ruins, Tawmis looked back at the Ratling, Coy, who seemed to ne nervously looking and peering at every shadow. \u201cHow deep \u2013 or how far \u2013 do these ruins run?\u201d<\/p>\n

Coy looked up, a bit startled, \u201cWell, it looks like we\u2019re in the fallen castle of the former king and queen. So, it ran a large portion of the northwestern part of the island. The problem is, in the explosion that was caused by Talistan back then \u2013 naturally a lot of the halls and caverns have long since collapsed\u2026 especially since the island is susceptible to non-stop tremors from the magic rumbling around beneath the surface.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo how long do you think we could be down here,\u201d Tawmis asked, coming to a pause, staring down three different passage ways.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe honest answer?\u201d Coy asked coming to stand next to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat would be nice,\u201d Tawmis answered, peering down at the Ratling.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe could die down here,\u201d Coy finally said with a shrug of his shoulders. \u201cMy people used to come down here and recover things\u2026 and as we did so we would map out the ruins\u2026 but those days have long since been over. We may have mapped maybe two percent of the ruins down here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo we want to know why your people stopped coming down here?\u201d Taren\u2019s deep minotaur voice seemed to echo in the silent, bleak halls.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere are things that reside down here, that I would, if we could, avoid at all costs,\u201d Coy once again answered matter-of-factly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI -tic!- sense great magic -tic!- down here,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik admitted. \u201cIt -tic!- tugs at me in every -tic!- direction.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe,\u201d Coy said, \u201cthat whatever Talistan was doing \u2013 he was pulling magic from the island \u2013 and when my people ambushed him and interrupted his spell\u2026 I feel like it\u2019s as if there\u2019s a gaping hole somewhere deep beneath the island \u2013 a broken portal \u2013 that now devours the island slowly. That\u2019s what I think is causing the tremors.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat might -tic!- explain the tugging -tic!- sensation I feel,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik nodded his insect head. \u201cAs if -tic!- the island is trying to -tic!- siphon the magic from my body.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin stepped up, wiping off the spider web he\u2019d stepped into from his armor. \u201cAll the more reason we need to get off this island as soon as possible.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI agree,\u201d Alissa admitted, \u201csince we\u2019ve been stuck down here, like the insect \u2013\u201c<\/p>\n

\u201cBlaz\u2019tik,\u201d Blaz\u2019tik interjected his name.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, yes, as Blaz\u2019tik said, I too feel a strange sense of phantom tugging all around me \u2013 as if unseen spirits are pulling at me to go with them,\u201d Alissa admitted.<\/p>\n

Jorale stood need Stonebreaker. She was concerned about what they were saying, but her mind also wandered about what it would be like to be in the barbarian\u2019s arms for one night. All this talk of doom and gloom made her long for companionship.<\/p>\n

Coy looked at Sir Karin, \u201cI\u2019d love to get out of here as quickly as possible \u2013 but down here \u2013 you can just rush through here. You will get yourself killed. These caverns used to have several feet of water,\u201d he looked around, \u201cYou can see where some sea life has died.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis looked, and now he noticed plants, now dead that were unique to the ocean \u2013 as well as some dead sea life. \u201cThat\u2019s what smells.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Coy answered, \u201cdeath is everywhere down here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut where did the water go?\u201d Taren asked, looking around.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen the spell destroyed and sunk the castle, it flooded these chambers\u2026 we came down here, as I said, to get things \u2013 from treasure to food. Then one day, the water was gone. Fish were dead everywhere. We gathered the fish \u2013 but that\u2019s when the horrors came.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat kind of horrors?\u201d Tawmis asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can only describe them as some kind of octopus\u2026 but they have one large eye\u2026 and they shoot ink, like an octopus \u2026 but their ink causes temporary blindness\u2026 and sometimes\u2026. Madness. We called them Eyctopus \u2013 because of their appearance.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPerhaps all the water vanished down the hole that you theorize exists,\u201d Alissa said to Coy.<\/p>\n

\u201cWould make sense\u2026 could be these horrors broke through that shattered portal that lies somewhere beneath these ruins\u2026\u201d Coy added.<\/p>\n

Fri Apr 26, 2019 3:38 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sir Karen hacked away at several rogue plants as they marched in darkness. \u201cThat Tawmis person is infuriating,\u201d Sir Karin growled. \u201cNo respect for you or I or our heritage or kingdom.\u201d<\/p>\n

Alissa, who was also from the Malanian Empire, like Sir Karin, shrugged her shoulders. \u201cHe has no couth, that is for certain,\u201d she admitted, \u201cbut, his comrades all seem to trust him. And if half of what the Minotaur has said about Tawmis, and what he\u2019s done, lived through, and endured, it\u2019s no wonder he has no cares for structure. His entire life has been nothing but chaos. His parents are the infamous Contar Stoneskull and Yennica Whitefeather \u2013 the only known people \u2013 until Tawmis led the others out \u2013 to have ever escaped Grimrock. And that,\u201d she added after a moment, \u201cis impressive.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin halted in his steps. \u201cYou sound like you almost admire him.\u201d In the darkness, Alissa could not see the fury \u2013 and perhaps \u2013 jealousy? \u2013 that now burned on Sir Karin\u2019s facial expressions.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know if I admire him,\u201d she replied, her own cheeks flushing red with embarrassment \u2013 also thankfully hidden in the shadows of the ruins. \u201cBut I am certainly fascinated by him. His mother \u2013 Yennica \u2013 after all, is considered one of the most powerful Mages to have walked the world. Especially if the rumors are true that she found \u2013 and perhaps, still possesses the Orb of Zhandul.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo one knows if either of them are alive or if they ever really did escape Grimrock,\u201d Sir Kiran argued.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone knows,\u201d her eyes drifted ahead to Tawmis. \u201cI am sure if they escaped, they must have paid him a visit. He may even know where they are now \u2013 and where the Orb is.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that your sole interested in our \u2018fearless leader\u2019,\u201d Sir Kiran asked, his words tainted with sarcasm.<\/p>\n

She looked at him, trying to hide her surprise. \u201cAre you accusing me of being attracted to such a \u2026 uncivilized person?\u201d She wondered briefly if she had sounded convincing.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe way you speak of him,\u201d Sir Kiran whispered, and turned and continued to walk forward. \u201cIt\u2019s more than just about his parents and the Orb.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tue May 14, 2019 1:42 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

Alissa stared after Sir Karin as he walked ahead of her. They had known each other since they were young children, and often pretended \u2013 as children \u2013 to be in love, and discussed how they would change things, and how they would rule Malanian Empire. They people would love them, as they had loved each other, they told themselves.<\/p>\n

But then, as a teenager, those emotions did not go away, but Karin was brought in as a squire for one of the most respected Knights of the Malanian Empire; a man named Braun Lightshope. Days of being a squire led to weeks, sometimes months, away from Alissa as Karin learned to become a Knight of the Malanian Empire. He had left a young boy, but when war came \u2013 and he returned to the Malanian Empire, with Braun having been killed during the war \u2013 Karin was changed. He had left a young boy but returned as a man who had seen the horrors of the world beyond the Malanian Empire, and the devastating results of war.<\/p>\n

Alissa, in the meantime, as the princess, and eventual heir to the Malanian Empire\u2019s throne, had taken up an interest in magic, despite her father\u2019s protests. The Mages of the Malanian Empire were torn; because they did not want to defy their king; but Alissa was born with an incredible latent ability to hone, control, and weave magic. Even as a young teenager, Alissa was accomplishing things with magic that students, many times her elders, and far more experienced, were not capable of doing.<\/p>\n

When Karin returned from the war, he was excited to see Alissa. What neither of them could prepare for was how life had changed both of them. The wonderful, open, caring heart that Karin had left with, had died on the battlefield. He was hardened, calloused, bruised. He had been sworn in as a Knight during the war, and now lived by the blade. Alissa on the other hand, while no longer the delicate princess Karin knew when he left to be a squire during the war \u2013 was far more honed into magic and the finesse of how to control it.<\/p>\n

They had, over the years, become opposite sides of the same coin. One, brutal with cold steel. The other, kinder, softer, and despised war. Despite this, there was a memory of their love, and their dreams \u2013 frozen in time.<\/p>\n

Sir Karin glanced over his shoulder, and Alissa realized she\u2019d be standing there, thinking how much they had changed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you coming along?\u201d Sir Karin asked, a bit of envy swirling in the tone of his voice. He mistakenly believed she had been thinking of Tawmis.<\/p>\n

Her cheeks flushed red as she ran up beside Sir Karin. \u201cI wasn\u2019t thinking about him, just now,\u201d she whispered in low tones, looking up at Tawmis who had been crouched down examining some runes on the floor. \u201cI was actually thinking about you. About us. And how much we\u2019ve changed from when we were children.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sir Karin paused and looked over at her. \u201cWe have changed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThose were much simpler times,\u201d she said, remorsefully.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe world is a cruel place,\u201d Sir Karin nodded. \u201cAnd it did everything it could to change us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt may have,\u201d Alissa admitted, \u201cbut we are both stronger for it. We are not the na\u00efve children we once were.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNor are we in love, like we once were,\u201d he added distantly, and continued to walk up until he stood next to Tawmis, to see what they had been looking at.<\/p>\n

Thu May 16, 2019 2:32 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it?\u201d Karin asked, looking over Tawmis\u2019 shoulder.<\/p>\n

Tawmis who was knelt, looking at the floor, noted not only a specific rune that seemed out of place on the floor \u2013 as if it were a warning \u2013 but footprints. By the looks of it, fresh footprints. \u201cSomeone\u2019s been here,\u201d Tawmis noted, \u201cand recently. The dust is recently kicked up. And by the looks of it, it\u2019s someone who lives down here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho would live in a cavern so deep into the ground?\u201d Alissa asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cOn an island as lethal as this one,\u201d Stonebreaker replied, \u201cI would say a wise person.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t seem the kind to cower from a fight,\u201d Coy retorted, peering over his shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not,\u201d Stonebreaker assured him. \u201cBut I am also not the type that hides behind skin made of steel,\u201d his eyes drifted to Sir Karin, who still wore some semblance of the Malaian Empire Knighthood. \u201cBut, I am also not keen in fighting the unseen \u2013 the unknown \u2013 which this entire island seems to radiate. Everything here seems to be an attempt to kill you, twisted by magics that should have never been tampered with.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t be far off,\u201d Coy nodded. \u201cTalistan\u2019s magic destroyed the island\u2026 sunk the cities\u2026 so being in this ancient Vacarian tomb\u2026 I wouldn\u2019t be surprised if someone\u2026 or something\u2026 has taken up residence down here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tawmis turned, \u201cYou mentioned creatures before that lurked down here \u2013 Eyctopus \u2013 or something? I don\u2019t suppose they walk on two feet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Coy replied. \u201cAs I said before \u2013 they look like octopus \u2013 but float in the air\u2026 have one eye that is full of untamed evil.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo do you know who it might be, leaving these footprints,\u201d Tawmis stood as he pointed to the ground. \u201cYou mentioned you\u2019d been down here before. Did you ever find anything that would give you a clue as to who it might be?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d Coy said nervously. \u201cJudging on where we are down here, my best guess would be Xorul Wormbound.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOk,\u201d Tawmis nodded, \u201cthat\u2019s something\u2026 So if this place was flooded, like you were saying\u2026 you don\u2019t really think it\u2019s him do you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is this Xorul Wormbound,\u201d Taren asked, noticing that Coy looked unusually uncomfortable.<\/p>\n

\u201cXorul Wormbound was one of the King\u2019s most feared Knights,\u201d Coy explained.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut that was \u2026 what? Several hundred years ago?\u201d Taren asked, his voice rumbling.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Coy nodded, \u201cbut \u2026 I was there\u2026 when all of this happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat means you\u2019re several hundred years old,\u201d Jorale finally spoke up from the back. \u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat magic that poured out of the sundered portal,\u201d Coy explained, \u201cchanged everything. I suspect that\u2019s why the undead still walk. The magic that poured out of there has extended the life span of everything on this island. And, that life energy is undoubtedly what powers the undead. And,\u201d Coy took a deep breath, \u201cif there\u2019s someone who drowned down here and rose up again\u2026 it would be Xorul Wormbound. But there\u2019s worse news\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWorse than some terrifying -click- undead?\u201d Blaz\u2019tik questioned, his insect fingers rubbing against each other nervously.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe has a twin brother, just as ruthless, name Orul Wormbound,\u201d Coy added.  \u201cWith both of them, the King and Queen were sure to be safe\u2026 that is until Talistan came along\u2026 They had tried to stop Talistan\u2026 but the wizard was too powerful\u2026 and now\u2026 my guess is, those tracks are Xorul\u2019s\u2026 and he\u2019s pacing these halls, undead, cursed to try and protect the King and Queen\u2026 bound to his duty in death.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs everything so dramatic with you?\u201d Jorale said, exasperated.<\/p>\n

\u201cLive for as long as I have, on this cursed island,\u201d Coy turned to Jorale, his eyes burning with fury. She took a step behind Stonebreaker and placed her hand gingerly on his arm. \u201cIt\u2019s just as he said,\u201d Coy pointed to Stonebreaker, his whiskers twitching irritably. \u201cThis entire island is out to kill you. It doesn\u2019t care who or what you are. It doesn\u2019t care where you came from,\u201d his finger pointed to Alissa and Sir Karin, then to himself, \u201cwhether you\u2019re royalty or some rat whose been alive for several hundred years, thanks to a mad wizard\u2019s vision.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEasy friend,\u201d Tawmis placed his hand on Coy\u2019s shoulder. \u201cWe\u2019re all a little tense here. We all want to come out of this alive. She meant nothing by it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Fri May 17, 2019 4:22 pm<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you and the human have an interesting friendship,\u201d Stonebreaker said, looking over at Taren as they walked cautiously ahead. <\/p>\n

\u201cThe human,\u201d Taren followed Stonebreaker\u2019s gaze. \u201cTawmis,\u201d he said noting who Stonebreaker was glancing at. \u201cHe was a slave of Namaer, the homeland of my people. I was accused \u2013 falsely \u2013 of murder. Tawmis recognized a plant that\u2019s used to heal if applied to the skin, but if consumed, causes distortion. The plant was put into my food\u2026 and Tawmis broke his chains and risked his life for me.\u201d Taren looked at Stonebreaker, then back at Tawmis, then back to Stonebreaker. \u201cMy people have a thing called an Arena of Justice. Those accused of crimes, no matter how petty or severe, are put there to fight off seven waves of gladiators. If you survive the experience, we believe the gods find you innocent. Our Emperor was impressed by the bravery of Tawmis\u2026 but we were banished from the lands, despite being found innocent. I owed him a life debt.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFrom the sounds of things, you two have been friends for a long time,\u201d Stonebreaker noted. \u201cSurly you\u2019ve repaid the life debt by now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have,\u201d Taren replied. \u201cMany times. As he\u2019s saved my life many times since then.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo why stay?\u201d Stonebreaker asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause he is my friend,\u201d Taren replied. He paused, before adding, \u201cHe is my family.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stonebreaker, a Northman knew of the Minotaurs. Knew they were vicious fighters and honor bound. But he also knew the superiority complex commonly known among the Minotaurs; that every race that wasn\u2019t a Minotaur was either meant to be food or fodder. Seeing such depth in Taren, he wondered if the life debt opened a door that forged an unbreakable friendship.<\/p>\n

Not far behind them, Alissa was walking next to Jorale. <\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t trust that rat,\u201d Jorale sneered, casting a baleful gaze in the direction of Coy, who was at the front of the expedition. <\/p>\n

\u201cInteresting,\u201d Alissa commented, \u201cyou not trusting a rat.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that supposed to mean?\u201d Jorale asked, halting in her steps for a moment.<\/p>\n

Alissa did not slow down. \u201cIs there any rat worse than a slaver?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am not a slaver,\u201d Jorale growled as she caught up to Alissa and gave her a stern look.<\/p>\n

\u201cFunny, from where I sat, behind those bars, you looked like a slaver to me,\u201d Alissa sneered back. \u201cYou and the captain \u2013 what was his name? \u2013 Barion \u2013 seemed very cozy. And now, I see you getting cozy with the barbarian. You don\u2019t even know who or what you are. You need a man to make you feel complete and secure. First the captain, a man in a position of power. Lose him then you try to warm up to the barbarian \u2013 one of the men that your previous lover captured in hopes of selling him off to the slave markets for profit.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou dare judge me?\u201d Jorale looked at her, even more furious. \u201cWhile you grew up with a loving family in your giant castles in your massive empires, I grew up in Sanchi \u2013 which, I don\u2019t know if you know this \u2013 is a Hell Hole. The heat kills newly born children as quickly and easily as we kill the ants beneath our feet. The harsh conditions make it so parents rarely dote on their children or show them any compassion, because they could die as young children thanks to the heat and lack of water. All you ever knew was a loving family \u2013 all I ever wanted was to be loved. So I ran away. I ran away when I was young. I sought a better life for myself. Yes, I used my looks to get me further in life, because I didn\u2019t have the luxury of a father whose purse was full of endless riches.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou do not know what love is,\u201d Alissa replied. \u201cYou think my life was so easy because I was rich? The vast castle and vast empire you think I grew up in \u2013 I never saw. I was the only daughter my parents had. They were paranoid that I would be abducted and held for ransom. I was barely able to leave my room most nights, because of the fear my parents lived in. From my window, I could see people \u2013 my own age \u2013 laughing and playing with one another. As the years went by, I could see teenagers when I was of their age \u2013 kissing in the garden. The only person my parents ever trusted was Sir Karin\u2019s mother and father, because his father was a part of my father\u2019s Knighthood. That\u2019s why Karin and I became as close as we are. Because he was my only friend I ever got to know. I was just as much as a prisoner as you were. I wanted to know the love and friendship of others and be free of the prison my parents had placed me in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Both ladies walked in silence.<\/p>\n

Alissa turned to Jorale. \u201cI\u2019m sorry for what I said about you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAs am I,\u201d Jorale replied, \u201cas to assuming you had a perfect life.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is no such thing as a perfect life,\u201d Alissa said, looking over to Karin, then over to Tawmis. \u201cLife is always full of trouble and turmoil.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

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