Now was his time to escape. But to escape, he would need to get his magic back. He knew he couldn't hide anywhere in Xuthulu's hellish domain. He would need to jump out of here and start a new life somewhere where his hellish tendrils could not reach.
Walking through Xuthulu's dark swamp he could feel things in the murky water nipping at his toes. He kicked out throwing them off his feet. These things would be as him as long as he moved through the water. Soon they would start to get bigger. Then he would have a real problem Moving over to land, he stepped out and moved on looking for a suitable weapon. He knew his journey would be long and deadly.There would be many threats out searching for him once they realized he had escaped. As he walking he looked around and found he was on some kind of old battlefield. The were dead dark things, Xuthulu's warriors and some other race he didn't recognize. They were tall and man like but different. They had human parts, but some had parts he didn't recognize. It was more alien the anything he had ever seen.
As he kicked over the first one, he found armor and weapons. He took a set of chainmail made of some dark unrecognizable material. Being naked, he donned the strange armor and stretched feeling strong and invigorated. There was a sword but it was old and broken. Moving on he searched until he found something he could use. He found a long sword and a knife that he knew he would have no problem using.
As he picked through the dead on the battlefield, a loud scream ring out from somewhere up ahead. He pulled his sword and hunched down behind a large pile of the bodies and watched all around him. As the screaming continued, he watched as a tall hulking long armed creature came out ripping arms and legs from the dead bodies.It made a pile which it wrapped in the torn uniforms of the dead, then it sat down and started to gorge itself on the dead bodies. Keeping his breathing shallow, He hid among the dead. He knew one sound would be all it took to attract the beast.
As he waited, He thought about how he had gotten himself into this mess. He searched back through his memory for any clue to his past actions. What was his name? Where did he come from? How did he get into this place? As he searched his memory, the name Veridon kept coming up. Was that his name? It felt so familiar to him. He said it to himself over and over again until he convinced himself it was his name. Veridon Palak. Yes, that was his name. He was a warrior from the planet Daprion. He was here because Xuthulu had come to his planet and wiped out almost every living thing.
Veridon had come home and found the village where he lived in flames. He ran in through the gate to see the houses and shops all smashed to the ground. He couldn't find anyone alive anywhere. Not at the school or in the aisle of shops.
Panicking, Veridon ran for home. Being one of the elders Veridon and his family had a house on the hill in Elder's circle. As Veridon entered the circled he stopped. There were bodies littering the courtyard. Men, women, and children. All dead and torn apart like they had all been attacked by wild animals. But Veridon knew that hadn't been the case. This could only be the work of Xuthulu the damned. That murderous monster had been beating and attacking the barrier that they had erected to keep him and his minions out for months. Somehow he must have found a way in while Veridon had been out on his mission to find help for his world. Veridon had slipped from dimension to dimension looking for anyone strong enough to take on the bloodthirsty god. But now he was home and it was too late.
Running as fast as he could, Veridon ran up and found the men of his house guard scattered all around the house in pieces on hanging from the gate around his house. Seeing this horror, Veridon was afraid to go into the house. Niyhe, his wife had been taught spells that would let her transport herself and the children to safety. By where on Daprion would be safe from a god? Xuthhulu could find them no matter where they hid. But he had to know for sure. Maybe they were still here wounded but not dead.
Hurrying into the house. Veridon ran up the stairs two at a time until he was standing in the bloody corridor outside of his main bedroom. There he found his worst nightmare come true. Setion, his chief lieutenant ripped apart as he lay outside the bedroom. He and five of his men had stayed to try and protect his family. Hurrying to the door, Veridon pushed it open and fell screaming to his knees. They were all dead. His entire family from his mother to his youngest daughter Maira. On his knees Veridon wept. He remembered his family from days in the past. The births of his three children. How young Rayon hardly ever cried in the night or little Eyon when he same down with Moroski and had a temperature of 105.5. He almost died but Veridon found a healer that brought his temperature back down to a safe place. And Maira's infectious laughter. How he loved holding her and listening to her laughing.Wiping away his tears, Veridon climbed back on to his feet and turned away. From the front of his devastated house he sent out a probe that scanned all the nearby villages, towns and encampments. There was nothing living no matter how far he searched. Daprion was dead and it was all because of that damned Xuthulu. He would pay for this god Veridon s wore then and there that he would find a way to kill that murderous god.
As the long armed monster lurched it's way closer, Veridon gripped his sword in anticipation. Waves of stench drifted Veridon's way as the thing moved closer. As the thing got to Veridon's pile it groaned and tilted its head. Veridon looked up into its monstrous maw. Jagged blood covered teeth with bits of flesh growled down at him. Veridon jumped as the thing swung down at him. Body pieces flew everywhere as it kicked it's way toward its prey. Veridon ducked and leaped as the monster came at him. He swung his sword cutting into its arm. It screamed as it made a fist and slammed down at Veridon. Jumping safely away, Veridon spun in a pirouette and pulled his second blade and hacked at the beast's neck and legs. As it fell, it reached out throwing some kind of web out to entangle Veridon's legs. With a gigantic yank, the monster pulled Veridon off his feet. Veridon fell face first into the bloody mud of the battlefield. Lurching to it's feet, the hulk howled and started moving toward Veridon. As he heaved himself up, Veridon slashed out with his short sword and cut the webs off his legs. Jumping to his feet, he stabbed up with his swords and sent his blades into the hulks chest. Cutting wide, he sliced through the beats heart. Leaping away, Veridon rolled as the beast fell just barely missing him.
As he looked down at the dead monster, Veridon knew this was one of millions of Xuthulu's minions. His only hope of escape would be if he could find and retrieve his chest piece and armor. Only then would he have the power to leave this place and go after Xuthulu for his revenge.
Concentrating, Veridon activated his link to his mystical armament. There, he looked out to see a shining beacon. There was his weapons. They were a long ways away, but they were his only chance. Cutting away the hulks furry clothing, Veridon started on his way towards the mountain and his revenge.
Asleep in his tent, Ivran Ja'dam tossed and turned for hours. The last time he faced the Hyenens things hadn't gone so well. He lost his closest friend and two entire squadrons of warriors in the battle. He couldn't afford a rerun of that. He had to be sure that he was on the winning side and the only way to do that is weigh my enemies and decide who has a better chance to win.
[Do you not trust me?] A voice said with a deep barrel of laughter. [Forgive me for intruding on your dream but I see the dilemma. I am Xuthlu master of the darkness and evil. I know your heart Ivran Ja'dam. I know what brings joy to your heart. You want eternal life and a place with the gods. And only I can get this for you. But you must give me what I want. You must trust in my power]
"And what is that?" Ivran asked. "What can I give to a god that he doesn't all ready have?"
"I'm sure I'll think of something." Xuthulu's voice boom over him. "Right now have your warriors ready to fight."
"Why should I trust you?" Ivran asked. "You could be just some mage looking for an army to back him up as he made his bid to take control of Aspana."
"Would you feel better if I should you my true nature?"
"What would that prove?" Ivran turned his back to the voice and started to walk off. "I can make illusions too."
As Ivran Ja'dam started to move away, thunder and lightning flared all around him.
"What kind of dream is this?? He thought.
"This is how a god reveals himself. Your magiks won't work on me."
Ivran sighed.
As he turned the sky lit up to show a monstrous oozing tentacled creature reaching out to him. Ivran screamed as he was lifted high into the air and brought in for a closer look.
"Do you believe me now?"
"YES!!" Ivran screamed as he woke up sweating and letting his waste go in the bed then crashing to the floor. Getting up on his knees Ivran bowed before his new god.
"H,how can I serve y you?"
[Just have your troops ready when I call.] Xuthulu said with a devious stare that only Ivran could see. [You are mine now and everything you have belongs to me, and I will use you as see fit.]
Humble and down Ivran shook as Xulthulu passed. He was right, He thought. He was was his in any he wanted. He would do anything and give him all he wanted and all he had to do was ask.
With a kick as he passed, Ivran fell over and rolled through a puddle of his waste Ivran stood up shakiness as pieces of waste fell aside. But it wasn't always like this. There was a time long ago went things were different. A time when he would stand up for himself, A time when he feared nothing
[Go get cleaned up.] Xuthulu said [There are things we have to do.]
"Yes, Master."
Slowly Ivran shook himself then looked around his royal bedroom. There were clean clothes there for him to be dressed in when he was ready. His crown and the jewelry he wore normally was there on his dressing table. Throwing his legs over the bedside he got himself up and moved to the dressing table. He looked at himself. He didn't much like the image he saw reflected back to him. There were lines that ran all over his face and down his neck. his hair was still a silvery white but his skin tone had darkened to almost black. His eyes were baggy and deep grey which were unusual for an Elf almost five hundred years old. He had done every spell and use any alchemist concoction he had ever heard of to cheat death and prolong his life. Not much had worked, He did add a century, but he was looking for more than that. For his help, Xuthlu had promised him almost god-like abilities. He promised an extraordinarily long life and magic no one else had ever controlled before. That intrigued Ivran. An ability no else had ever had before, That could be useful.
As Ivran looked at his battered aged face he thought about the fact that Sorel had seen when they first met. He had been just past his first mark and a student in the castle of Roman the Dark. He had just returned from a mission for his master and found him busy talking with an astonishingly beautiful woman in a dark cloak.
"And you say the boy knows nothing about what his father is up to?" Roman sat forward and leaned on the heavy arms of his throne while he listened.
"Not only does he not." She said. "He cares only for his games and his women. He knows nothing of an Elves responsibility to honor."
"Is that so?" Roman stood up and stepped down confront the elven maid. He looked over to see Ivran standing in the outer room almost out of earshot and smiled.
"Then he must be taught."
"I am sending his father on a mission that will take some time. Have the boy report to Santar Hybar in Katar. He owes me for his position in Katar's leading circle. He will train him."
"But what of the boy's father?" She asked. "Is he to know?"
"If and when he returns." Roman said without lifting his eyes from his food. "It will be too late."
He took a sweet cherry from a dish of fruit on the table and popped it on his mouth and started to chew.
"You will not speak of this again. The father is not to know any of this. Do you understand?"
"Yes."She said as she bowed and turned to leave his throne room.
"Myumbo." Roman called out to Ivran. He sat down at the table and called out to anyone listening. "You may come out now, she is gone."
"Master." He said with his eyes down. "I did not mean to intrude."
"If I didn't want you to hear, you would be dead," Roman said without lifting his eyes from his food. "She was not important." He picked up his wine glass and held it out as a servant ran in to fill it.
"I am all that you have to worry about."
"I understand Master," Ivran told him.
"You may report now."
"We have taken all the lands to the east and south," Ivran said nervously while his hand moved to the weapon at his side. "The north and south are proving to be more courageous."
"What do you mean?" Roman asked through a mouth full of food."The Great Bats in the priesthood of Welicia are keeping to their promise. They will seize the mountain passes all through Welicia and Dryad. They are the secret to our success. They will keep our city safe while we reach out and destroy the northern lands. Hestifera and Nickidemus can keep Dryad for all I care. They can keep it until the day I come back and rip it from their powerless hands."
As Ivran started out of Romans dark chamber, Ivran thought about Sorel and what they would do when he returned to her and their bed. He hardly had been able to keep his mind off her for the whole ride home. Her sweet lips and those tender thighs had been all he could think of as he made his way further and from her warm embrace.
As the master talked and the bulge in his pants grew larger and larger, Ivran shook himself one of his erotic thoughts. It wasn't safe for either him or Sorel if he was caught not paying attention as the master was talking. Many had made that mistake and very few have lived to regret it.The fate of Baxter his last apprentice still haunted the memories of Roman's great house. Ivran had learned it was better to protect his thoughts and keep them buried deep in his mind.
As Ivran came back from his sexual dream, Roman smiled. At last, his apprentice had made a mistake. Now Roman had all he needed to gain complete control of him. Sorel, what a sweet memory she would be.
Walking through Xuthulu's dark swamp he could feel things in the murky water nipping at his toes. He kicked out throwing them off his feet. These things would be as him as long as he moved through the water. Soon they would start to get bigger. Then he would have a real problem Moving over to land, he stepped out and moved on looking for a suitable weapon. He knew his journey would be long and deadly.There would be many threats out searching for him once they realized he had escaped. As he walking he looked around and found he was on some kind of old battlefield. The were dead dark things, Xuthulu's warriors and some other race he didn't recognize. They were tall and man like but different. They had human parts, but some had parts he didn't recognize. It was more alien the anything he had ever seen.
As he kicked over the first one, he found armor and weapons. He took a set of chainmail made of some dark unrecognizable material. Being naked, he donned the strange armor and stretched feeling strong and invigorated. There was a sword but it was old and broken. Moving on he searched until he found something he could use. He found a long sword and a knife that he knew he would have no problem using.
As he picked through the dead on the battlefield, a loud scream ring out from somewhere up ahead. He pulled his sword and hunched down behind a large pile of the bodies and watched all around him. As the screaming continued, he watched as a tall hulking long armed creature came out ripping arms and legs from the dead bodies.It made a pile which it wrapped in the torn uniforms of the dead, then it sat down and started to gorge itself on the dead bodies. Keeping his breathing shallow, He hid among the dead. He knew one sound would be all it took to attract the beast.
As he waited, He thought about how he had gotten himself into this mess. He searched back through his memory for any clue to his past actions. What was his name? Where did he come from? How did he get into this place? As he searched his memory, the name Veridon kept coming up. Was that his name? It felt so familiar to him. He said it to himself over and over again until he convinced himself it was his name. Veridon Palak. Yes, that was his name. He was a warrior from the planet Daprion. He was here because Xuthulu had come to his planet and wiped out almost every living thing.
Veridon had come home and found the village where he lived in flames. He ran in through the gate to see the houses and shops all smashed to the ground. He couldn't find anyone alive anywhere. Not at the school or in the aisle of shops.
Panicking, Veridon ran for home. Being one of the elders Veridon and his family had a house on the hill in Elder's circle. As Veridon entered the circled he stopped. There were bodies littering the courtyard. Men, women, and children. All dead and torn apart like they had all been attacked by wild animals. But Veridon knew that hadn't been the case. This could only be the work of Xuthulu the damned. That murderous monster had been beating and attacking the barrier that they had erected to keep him and his minions out for months. Somehow he must have found a way in while Veridon had been out on his mission to find help for his world. Veridon had slipped from dimension to dimension looking for anyone strong enough to take on the bloodthirsty god. But now he was home and it was too late.
Running as fast as he could, Veridon ran up and found the men of his house guard scattered all around the house in pieces on hanging from the gate around his house. Seeing this horror, Veridon was afraid to go into the house. Niyhe, his wife had been taught spells that would let her transport herself and the children to safety. By where on Daprion would be safe from a god? Xuthhulu could find them no matter where they hid. But he had to know for sure. Maybe they were still here wounded but not dead.
Hurrying into the house. Veridon ran up the stairs two at a time until he was standing in the bloody corridor outside of his main bedroom. There he found his worst nightmare come true. Setion, his chief lieutenant ripped apart as he lay outside the bedroom. He and five of his men had stayed to try and protect his family. Hurrying to the door, Veridon pushed it open and fell screaming to his knees. They were all dead. His entire family from his mother to his youngest daughter Maira. On his knees Veridon wept. He remembered his family from days in the past. The births of his three children. How young Rayon hardly ever cried in the night or little Eyon when he same down with Moroski and had a temperature of 105.5. He almost died but Veridon found a healer that brought his temperature back down to a safe place. And Maira's infectious laughter. How he loved holding her and listening to her laughing.Wiping away his tears, Veridon climbed back on to his feet and turned away. From the front of his devastated house he sent out a probe that scanned all the nearby villages, towns and encampments. There was nothing living no matter how far he searched. Daprion was dead and it was all because of that damned Xuthulu. He would pay for this god Veridon s wore then and there that he would find a way to kill that murderous god.
As the long armed monster lurched it's way closer, Veridon gripped his sword in anticipation. Waves of stench drifted Veridon's way as the thing moved closer. As the thing got to Veridon's pile it groaned and tilted its head. Veridon looked up into its monstrous maw. Jagged blood covered teeth with bits of flesh growled down at him. Veridon jumped as the thing swung down at him. Body pieces flew everywhere as it kicked it's way toward its prey. Veridon ducked and leaped as the monster came at him. He swung his sword cutting into its arm. It screamed as it made a fist and slammed down at Veridon. Jumping safely away, Veridon spun in a pirouette and pulled his second blade and hacked at the beast's neck and legs. As it fell, it reached out throwing some kind of web out to entangle Veridon's legs. With a gigantic yank, the monster pulled Veridon off his feet. Veridon fell face first into the bloody mud of the battlefield. Lurching to it's feet, the hulk howled and started moving toward Veridon. As he heaved himself up, Veridon slashed out with his short sword and cut the webs off his legs. Jumping to his feet, he stabbed up with his swords and sent his blades into the hulks chest. Cutting wide, he sliced through the beats heart. Leaping away, Veridon rolled as the beast fell just barely missing him.
As he looked down at the dead monster, Veridon knew this was one of millions of Xuthulu's minions. His only hope of escape would be if he could find and retrieve his chest piece and armor. Only then would he have the power to leave this place and go after Xuthulu for his revenge.
Concentrating, Veridon activated his link to his mystical armament. There, he looked out to see a shining beacon. There was his weapons. They were a long ways away, but they were his only chance. Cutting away the hulks furry clothing, Veridon started on his way towards the mountain and his revenge.
Asleep in his tent, Ivran Ja'dam tossed and turned for hours. The last time he faced the Hyenens things hadn't gone so well. He lost his closest friend and two entire squadrons of warriors in the battle. He couldn't afford a rerun of that. He had to be sure that he was on the winning side and the only way to do that is weigh my enemies and decide who has a better chance to win.
[Do you not trust me?] A voice said with a deep barrel of laughter. [Forgive me for intruding on your dream but I see the dilemma. I am Xuthlu master of the darkness and evil. I know your heart Ivran Ja'dam. I know what brings joy to your heart. You want eternal life and a place with the gods. And only I can get this for you. But you must give me what I want. You must trust in my power]
"And what is that?" Ivran asked. "What can I give to a god that he doesn't all ready have?"
"I'm sure I'll think of something." Xuthulu's voice boom over him. "Right now have your warriors ready to fight."
"Why should I trust you?" Ivran asked. "You could be just some mage looking for an army to back him up as he made his bid to take control of Aspana."
"Would you feel better if I should you my true nature?"
"What would that prove?" Ivran turned his back to the voice and started to walk off. "I can make illusions too."
As Ivran Ja'dam started to move away, thunder and lightning flared all around him.
"What kind of dream is this?? He thought.
"This is how a god reveals himself. Your magiks won't work on me."
Ivran sighed.
As he turned the sky lit up to show a monstrous oozing tentacled creature reaching out to him. Ivran screamed as he was lifted high into the air and brought in for a closer look.
"Do you believe me now?"
"YES!!" Ivran screamed as he woke up sweating and letting his waste go in the bed then crashing to the floor. Getting up on his knees Ivran bowed before his new god.
"H,how can I serve y you?"
[Just have your troops ready when I call.] Xuthulu said with a devious stare that only Ivran could see. [You are mine now and everything you have belongs to me, and I will use you as see fit.]
Humble and down Ivran shook as Xulthulu passed. He was right, He thought. He was was his in any he wanted. He would do anything and give him all he wanted and all he had to do was ask.
With a kick as he passed, Ivran fell over and rolled through a puddle of his waste Ivran stood up shakiness as pieces of waste fell aside. But it wasn't always like this. There was a time long ago went things were different. A time when he would stand up for himself, A time when he feared nothing
[Go get cleaned up.] Xuthulu said [There are things we have to do.]
"Yes, Master."
Slowly Ivran shook himself then looked around his royal bedroom. There were clean clothes there for him to be dressed in when he was ready. His crown and the jewelry he wore normally was there on his dressing table. Throwing his legs over the bedside he got himself up and moved to the dressing table. He looked at himself. He didn't much like the image he saw reflected back to him. There were lines that ran all over his face and down his neck. his hair was still a silvery white but his skin tone had darkened to almost black. His eyes were baggy and deep grey which were unusual for an Elf almost five hundred years old. He had done every spell and use any alchemist concoction he had ever heard of to cheat death and prolong his life. Not much had worked, He did add a century, but he was looking for more than that. For his help, Xuthlu had promised him almost god-like abilities. He promised an extraordinarily long life and magic no one else had ever controlled before. That intrigued Ivran. An ability no else had ever had before, That could be useful.
As Ivran looked at his battered aged face he thought about the fact that Sorel had seen when they first met. He had been just past his first mark and a student in the castle of Roman the Dark. He had just returned from a mission for his master and found him busy talking with an astonishingly beautiful woman in a dark cloak.
"And you say the boy knows nothing about what his father is up to?" Roman sat forward and leaned on the heavy arms of his throne while he listened.
"Not only does he not." She said. "He cares only for his games and his women. He knows nothing of an Elves responsibility to honor."
"Is that so?" Roman stood up and stepped down confront the elven maid. He looked over to see Ivran standing in the outer room almost out of earshot and smiled.
"Then he must be taught."
"I am sending his father on a mission that will take some time. Have the boy report to Santar Hybar in Katar. He owes me for his position in Katar's leading circle. He will train him."
"But what of the boy's father?" She asked. "Is he to know?"
"If and when he returns." Roman said without lifting his eyes from his food. "It will be too late."
He took a sweet cherry from a dish of fruit on the table and popped it on his mouth and started to chew.
"You will not speak of this again. The father is not to know any of this. Do you understand?"
"Yes."She said as she bowed and turned to leave his throne room.
"Myumbo." Roman called out to Ivran. He sat down at the table and called out to anyone listening. "You may come out now, she is gone."
"Master." He said with his eyes down. "I did not mean to intrude."
"If I didn't want you to hear, you would be dead," Roman said without lifting his eyes from his food. "She was not important." He picked up his wine glass and held it out as a servant ran in to fill it.
"I am all that you have to worry about."
"I understand Master," Ivran told him.
"You may report now."
"We have taken all the lands to the east and south," Ivran said nervously while his hand moved to the weapon at his side. "The north and south are proving to be more courageous."
"What do you mean?" Roman asked through a mouth full of food."The Great Bats in the priesthood of Welicia are keeping to their promise. They will seize the mountain passes all through Welicia and Dryad. They are the secret to our success. They will keep our city safe while we reach out and destroy the northern lands. Hestifera and Nickidemus can keep Dryad for all I care. They can keep it until the day I come back and rip it from their powerless hands."
As Ivran started out of Romans dark chamber, Ivran thought about Sorel and what they would do when he returned to her and their bed. He hardly had been able to keep his mind off her for the whole ride home. Her sweet lips and those tender thighs had been all he could think of as he made his way further and from her warm embrace.
As the master talked and the bulge in his pants grew larger and larger, Ivran shook himself one of his erotic thoughts. It wasn't safe for either him or Sorel if he was caught not paying attention as the master was talking. Many had made that mistake and very few have lived to regret it.The fate of Baxter his last apprentice still haunted the memories of Roman's great house. Ivran had learned it was better to protect his thoughts and keep them buried deep in his mind.
As Ivran came back from his sexual dream, Roman smiled. At last, his apprentice had made a mistake. Now Roman had all he needed to gain complete control of him. Sorel, what a sweet memory she would be.
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