[OOC]: Thanks to Dark One for helping me write this[OOC]
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Likot, Kulet and Kogan just felt a slight wind blow, then the smell of twenty rotten bodies. The dead cat that Likot was carrying with her somehow started shuddering and twisting, as it moved towards that stench, joining some kind of foul mass of dead bodies moving at speeds impossible for anything natural.
The three priests scattered in terror. The inquisition may die but they wouldn't die with it.
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-Mothram, now that you are better from that crow attack, go bring me some beer, would you?
Then the door broke and sent Mothram flying backwards.
-AAAAAAAH! MY GOOD EYE!
-What the...
Mate the 888th knew that he would have to fight demon worshippers, but that was ridiculous.
It was a mass of assorted bodyparts, made up of crundles, dwarves, burnt kobolds, a cat and Armok knows what else. It didn't had any face, or, atleast, not any living face. But somehow its fury could be seen. It wanted blood.
Some priests tried to attack it and were launched into the roof. Others tried to escape and were also thrown in every direction. Feb stabbed a spear onto the thing, but it just pulled the spear out with... an arm made of arms or something like it, broke the spear, and then proceeded to do the same with Feb's legs.
It didn't waste much time on the priests. It was going for Mate the 888th, who was by the door, trying to escape while the monster broke the legs of that kind old dwarf. It didn't work.
The creature grabbed him by the neck and throwed him outside of the room into a wall.
With a great deal of pain, Mate got up.
-Y... You can kill me. But you will not defeat Armok! He will have his revange--
The monster kicked him into a hallway. Other dwarves where there too, minding their own buissnesses when the inquisitor fell in the middle of the corridor, bleeding and wounded, chased by an abomination.
The panic confused the beast, who started throwing dwarves left and right trying to get to his objective, who was to weak to get up and run away. Mate knew that he wasn't going to kill him right away, no. He was going to play with him like a cat plays with its prey. He prayed.
-Armok. God of Blood. Save the dwarves living in this fort. For I can't be saved. Save them from this monster and from the people that wirship it. Save--
A kick from the monster sent him flying across the corridor and into a wall.
Then everything went black.
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Darkness. Nothing more than darkness.
Then, a bright light. Grass, trees, the sun. So many time without seeing the sun. But he didn't felt the nausea. Actually, he didn't felt anything. Like he was detached from his body.
He saw the jungles and rainforests that elves call home, he saw th cities of the humans. Once grand, now dark and infested with all kinds of foul creatures. He saw goblin tribes, their pits and their dark towers. All of the towers and most of the pits were burning. The two towers that were still standing were under siege. Goblin tribes were wandering the desert, waiting to die.
Then he saw the mountainhomes of the dwarves, his kin, blissfully ignorant of the horrors of the outside.
He saw a cave, home to a tribe of kobolds. Everybody inside was dead. He wanted to run away, but he felt pulled inside, following a trail of destruction, until he found a beast made of spessartine.
He saw the gates that separated the caverns from the fort, and he saw the interior of the fort itself.
Finally, he saw himself, being brutally beaten by a blob of rot.
Everything got black again.
He heard steps, but there was no floor. They got closer, and he got blinded by a bright light. Or maybe he imagined that light to cover the truth behind it.
-Aaaaaaaaah!
The light disappeared, instead, a dwarf walked toward him. He was dressed as a king and was covered in blood.
-Who... Who are you?
-You don't know my appearence, but everyone knows me by my name.
Mate felt his body again, only to kneel before the deity.
-Armok...
-Yes... Dwarves know me by that name. But I think that you would have recognised me if I had taken another shape.
As he said that, he turned into an elf, a human, a kobold, a goblin and a dragon, before turning back into a dwarf.
-Any shape would make you recognize me, but I can't show you my true shape, for nothing of this world or any other would be able to resist it.
-Why am I here?
-Because you are dead.
-What?
-Well, not yet, but you will not survive the beating that you are recieving.
-So... Is this the afterlife?
-No. You are here because you will return to the world. You see, I usually don't care about the evils that roam the world because you bring that evil to yourselves. Profaning temples, worshipping demons, mining the adamantine...
-The what?
-Nothing. The thing is, faith in me keeps existing. When faith in me disappears, the world disappears, and I forge a new one.
"What is happening here is unique, even though it's not the first time that this happens. For the evils that I, or that you or one of the minor gods created, are hunting my faithful down. But my faithful fight back. Your... inquisition is defending the faith in me in your fort. And I know that, if the evil that hunts your people is not stopped or at least contained there, it'll spread through the world.
Armok then took the shape of another dwarf. Osp.
-Osp was the first sent by the evils that want to end me, not knowing that they'll end themselves and everything else. The goddess Nifih who rose aganist me, sent Osp to your fort. She created the necromancers, she sent them, liderated by a man you know as "Dark One"
Armok took the shape of a dwarf king again.
-Wether you succeed or you fail, you can't leave the world of the living mauled by a mass of dead things.
"You shall return to the world after Dark One leaves you for dead. Be careful, because even if he looses the power to make the mass of corpses after this, he will try to kill you once he discovers that you are alive, and I'll not bring you back again.
-Wh... Why not?
-Because that would be cheating.
-What? Cheating aganist who?
-I'll not try to make you comprehend the mind of a creator god like me. I will send you back to the world of the living. Remember: You'll be facing a dangerous opponent. You'll have to fend for yourself, get allies. And most importantly, if you are going to die, make it a fucking spectacle!
-A what?
-Make it fun to watch, I watch over everything, I don't have much to do. Now, go! Live again!
-I...
Everything went black again.
Live...
*GASP*
The pain was incredibly strong. He was sure that he had broke several ribs and an leg. He was missing a bunch of teeth and his head felt like it had been hit by an anvil, wich was a possibility. He was covered in blood and he barely could speak.
The priests got to where he was.
-Is he...
-I'm not dead, idiot! Just *cough* get me inside!
The two priests carried him into his house and into his bed.
-I can't belive you survived, Master.
-Neither can I. Bring the rest of the inquisition here. I saw Armok.
-What? Y-you saw Him? How was him?
-Eh, as you would imagine. Bring everyone. Also, don't tell anyone outside of the inquisition that I'm alive. Only my natural son, Mate the 890th must know. The necromancers must think that I'm dead atleast until I'm able to run.
-What about your adoptive son Kogsak... Er... Mate the 892nd?
-What about him?
-He is still outside tailing the crundle hunters.
-Then he must know nothing until his return. Now we are weak. Our enemies must think that we are no longer a threat. Until we are able to return with a strike, we must live in the shadows.
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