Asherons Call: November Teaser (Part Four) is Up!

On Bended Knee, Part Four
posted on 08-Nov-2004
A well of gray-violet light and a piercing wail gave way to a dark room reeking of the swamp. Mgrauleshk stood in the center of the room while a host of Ruuk and Guruk battled smaller figures in the hallway beyond.

"Juruuka Jerrugar Mgrauleshk!" Reeshan clucked as he welcomed his general. "Your duty is done and you shall forever be a hero to your people."

Mgrauleshk bowed before his king and spoke low. "We have much to discuss of this world, King Reeshan."

Without thought Reeshan expunged another small thing from his new chambers. It walked upright and bore a metal carapace; it carried a sharp metal stick and had traces of magic outlining its form. It was not a Pale One. It looked nothing like the Pale Ones but appeared to be a threatening little beast nonetheless. He washed the creature in magic and smiled as it disappeared. "Speak, Jerrugar."

"This world is bereft of the Pale Ones. They have not been found, not yet." He paused and looked up at his lord. "We have found ashes, bones and blood. We have found dead that walk and spirits that live on. We have found a race that look to be the Fiazhat and we have fought the Moar." He paused again. Reeshan seemed uninterested; he was too busy happily disintegrating the little things that threatened to enter his new chambers. "The Moar here are much weaker."

A long moment passed before Reeshan responded, "What of the other temples?"

"My gift has given me insight into the locations of each temple. I have dispatched hosts to each location to begin tearing through the walls. Your brothers will join you soon, King Reeshan." Mgrauleshk bowed his head again.

"You have served your purpose beyond expectations, Jerrugar Mgrauleshk. I will see that your name is honored more highly than any other." Reeshan chortled as another of the little beasts with metal carapaces disappeared. "Are all beings so weak here?" Mgrauleshk nodded. "Then we shall find the Pale Ones quickly. Rise, Jerrugar, and tell me, what news of Morgluuk and Torgluuk?"

"Morgluuk has been killed, my King. Torgluuk has once again been exiled. We do not know where. We know that he fled." Mgrauleshk stood and watched as a quizzical look crossed Reeshan's face. "My King?"

"I killed that thing. I killed it and yet it returns." His eyes were fixed on a little creature with a metal carapace, wielding a sharp metal stick with traces of magic around its form.

"Yes. My King... the dead... the dead do not die on this world." Mgrauleshk bowed his head.

Reeshan slumped back on his tail and croaked loudly. "Curious." He drew the mana from within him and disintegrated the little beast again. "Tell me all that you have learned of this world, Jerrugar Mgrauleshk."

"Yes, my King."