Update tomorrow, provided I figure out how to image upload and all that.
EDIT: And here we are!
Chapter One: Landfall
Onol awoke damp. The sound of waves frothing filled his ears, interpersed with the rough cawing of seagulls. Coughing, spluttering, and vomiting up a considerable amunt of water, Onol staggered to his feet and cast his gaze around.
Not much to look at, but it was enough to jog his memory. This was the beach he'd set out on that damnable swim from! Onol kicked some sand backwards in disgust and froze when he heard it hit something. He turned around very slowly.
He took a step backward. Last he'd checked, there was no one there - and he was very good at observing. Legendary, in fact. So how had this glowing warrior appeared? He was paused in his contemplation by a voice that quite literally glowed:
Greetings, Onol. Well met.
Onol frowned, then asked, "How do you know my name?"
I know many things. For one, that you should be thankful.
"What for?"
Why, for preserving your existence. You must be skilful indeed, to move the Blood God to spare you from your icy fate.
"Well, I won't admit that I'm not great, but you say that Armok on high saved me? What are you, then?"
Call me an angel, a valkyrie, an ancient being of sword and fire; it makes no difference. What does matter is that you have been saved by Armok, but with one condition: that you go deep into the earth, and find the sword of adamantine Armok has placed to seal off the demons from entering the world. You must proceed into the depths of Hell itself and slaughter every demon in your path for His enjoyment.
The angel leaned closer, and its face took on a grim aspect.
And if you mess up, I will take it out on you, because Armok will allow for your mistakes on account of your mortality and punish ME instead. So DON'T MESS UP.
With that, the angel stepped back and vanished with a flash of light, leaving Onol with a headache, a threat hanging over his head, and a profound hatred of water.
It was a start.