It's the dead of night. A roll of thunder rumbles over
the distant mountains, lightning flashes all around you
and heavy rain lashes down. The moon looks unusual
tonight; a sickly white, the colour of bone.
at the horizon and somehow know that He is staring right
back at you, but you're not afraid, not of him, for you
know it is your destiny to slay him ...|
Six weeks ago:
You awake to the familiar sight of yet another stormy
day and remark to yourself, 'Who ever heard of a storm
lasting for days on end?' who indeed. People in your home
town of Calah had begun to talk of curses and damnation,
some had already left and others were saying they had
the right idea. You get up and dress in your normal
work-clothes, and after a light breakfast of bread, water
and eggs, you leave your little house and head off for
another hard days work at the blacksmiths, made harder
still because of the bitterly cold winter weather. All
around you lay misery and fear, not a single smile to be
seen. Then It happened: it started to rain blood.
People ran, screaming and crying,
but this was just the beginning ...
The dead came back, the seas boiled, reality turned
upside-down and people disappeared all over the place.
But it wasn't just happening to Calah; it was now
happening all over your country of Khul - He was
becoming stronger. Then you began to dream about a man
... he's older than you, fatherly, and he needed your help,
"Please save us from Hell.", he would beg you every night.
He even looked a bit like
your own long-dead father ...
You had to do something. Work was no good - who needed a
Blacksmith at a time like this? Everyone was too afraid to
even leave their homes, including your employer. So you
trained alone in a nearby forest; for long hours on end
you would practice your swordmanship, honing your already
impressive skills to near-perfection.
Till at last you felt ready ...
You gathered your equipment together: sword, shield,
chainmail armour and backpack. These, together with twelve
would be your only defence against
the Wastes of Chaos, and him ...
Six weeks after the first incident you decide to leave
one night, under cover of darkness, should anyone try
to stop you. It is a cold, windy night and raining
heavily, but if you don't leave now, you may not get
the chance tomorrow. So you head away from your town
and out into
the night, cold and alone ...
A few hours later, in the dead of night, you meet a
thin man who greets you sarcastically, "Well! What
have we here? Some other foolish warrior attempting
to deal with my master?"
You look at him, astonished,
and reply, "Your master ... you mean the Trinitour?"
"Indeed I do Law-follower, he has many servants such
as myself, in fact, he is far from alone."
"Why do you serve him?" you ask.
"Because he promised
me wealth if you must know." replies the thin man
"And you actually believe him?" you ask
"Of course I do!" he shouts back, "and why,
may I ask, shouldn't I?" he adds.
"Because he's a demon!"
you yell in his face.
"A greater demon if you don't mind!"
retorts the thin man haughtily. He then laughs at you and
says, "The time for idle chitter-chatter is over my
foolish friend, and now we'll both teleport back to my
Then you feel very strange ...
You are now at the entrance of an underground dungeon!
A river of blood separates you and the thin man, who
stands in front of his "Master's lair". He treats you
to a wicked sneer and says, "Impressed?" to which you
reply, "No." At which point the thin man snarls at you,
"You, my friend, are a coward. You do not have what it
takes to best my master, but if you must try," (he points
at the entrance) "he's in there."
You look at the place
he points to and ask with a smile, "Why doesn't he just
come out and face me?" to which he replies laughingly,
"Where's the sport in that? Anyway, you couldn't possibly
beat him - why not at least have one last adventure
before you die?" He then steps away from the dungeon's
threatening entrance. You have little choice but to
You wade through the sickening gore and walk in,
you then turn around to see the thin man magically
sealing the rocks of the entranceway, but before they're
fully closed he says, "Before you die adventurer you
may as well know one more thing about my master; he
admires bravery, but detests foolhardiness." Then he
whispers hatefully, "Good luck." The rocks slam shut
with a deafening crash!. Leaving you in the dungeon,
which is gloomily lit with a few torches dotted here
You walk on, alone once more ...
He is waiting for you.