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[IamanElfCollaborator]

Gethor remembered when Urist's brother, Melbil, stole his prized draltha. It was an unforgivable offense, at least for Gethor. Everyone else forgot about it when Melbil returned it, but Gethor didn't forget. Not even when Melbil was killed fighting the mighty Earth Titan Cacame Earthfurnaces, he still did not forgive. Instead, he concentrated his hate on Urist.

[PokemonRocks85]

Urist had a choice he could get mad at Gethor and try killing him or try to be nice to him and maybe do some things for him. But Urist knew he had no time for these silly games he needed to save his friend Gethor from dying. Urist closes his eyes then opened them again "Look Gethor im sick of you acting like a little baby it was a long time ago i remember too i dont wanna remember because my brother got killed at least do something for me if you dont wanna do it for me do it for my dead brother." Urist was mad Gethor the kobold did not want to see his friend get mad.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Meanwhile, Gethor the kobold was undergoing the transformation into a wraith. He could see into this world at one time, into the spirit world the next. He could feel his skin thinning to naught but papery covering for his bones. He could feel the poison circulate in his veins. He uttered one word before he lost conciousness.

'Tobul.'

[PokemonRocks85]

Urist saw Gethor fall down Urist screamed "No Gethor!!! are you okay!?!?" Urist could hear no reply from him but Gethor looked different from all the other wraith. Urist would soon know that Gethor would be the underworld lord who control all the undead and Urist needed to save his friend from this problem. Gethor would destroy the whole world but this is not now this would happend after 2 weeks. Tears start to form from Urist face he looked at Gethor focusing all his anger to him for not helping him "Its your fault!!! you will pay for what you done!!!." Urist takes out his sword and points it at Gethor neck.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Which is when a demon, big as 3 ballistas stacked on top of each other,smashed the roof open and smashed Gethor the tonberry's head like a freshly laid egg. Urist panicked and picked up Gethor the kobold and ran. The demon spat fire at the nearby town square. Urist could see people burning and dying. 'This isn't how the day was supposed to go...' he said to himself.

[PokemonRocks85]

Urist was wondering what the hell was happening he kept on running but leaving his home town was horrible for him. it was either his life or staying alive he would rather stay alive. He looked behind him as he saw the demon destroying the town. He manage to run away but the town was no longer gone it was destroyed. Urist sighed and sat down he looked at Gethor "If you can hear me buddy please dont die."

[Tiruin]

_{((Initiate story recount...                                 Processing...                       Typo's fixed. Punctuation marks and syllables, truncated.))}

Darkness.

Corruption.

Power.

Three things that are associated with the very definition of evil. But those who are defined as "evil" are often misunderstood. There are always two sides to a story, both equally weighted, and both equally judged. Or so it should be. Evil never prevails, but perhaps there is a reason for the deeds that are done. This is a story of one dwarf's journey, and how he became evil. Perhaps within this story, you can now see how crime is very justified.

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Urist, a dwarf with a great heart, was hunting with his fellows one day. He stumbled upon a dark stone Tablet, half concealed by the overgrowth with unknown runes engraved on it. They were purple, glowing and undoubtedly evil, expensive too. The others were unaware that he found the stone tablet, and started looking for him. He greedily grabbed the loot. He was joined by his hunting partner, Vabok, who touched the stone. His eyes turned purple.

His muscles seized up and he started shivering like a leaf caught in a violent storm. Purple-tinged foam flecked the sides of his mouth as he started muttering in a voice fell and terrible. Urist felt an inexplicable terror over come him, as every instinct inside told him to run. Run as far and fast as his stubby legs would take him.

So ran he did. And behind him the woods began turning to rot and ash.

The elves in the forest turned into horrible, misshapen wraiths. Opposites of their former beauty. All the animals within withered, and became skeletal servants of the Black Tome. The once-beautiful forest became naught but a horrible mimicry of it's former magnificence.
Only one other of his hunting fellows survived, a young, strong kobold by the name of Gethor. Gethor and Urist walked the long path back to their home town of Gethorsarvesh, Dirgefurnace.

Until they were seen and ambushed by Elf-wraiths.

Luckily Gethor had a bow with him and with it, shot some of the Elf-wraiths. Urist was brave so he charged into them with his sword. He slashed the Elf-wraiths cutting some of their arms and limbs off. While Urist was busy killing the elves, one of the elves was about to shoot his arrow at Urist though Gethor saved Urist by shooting the elf in the head.

Urist thanked Gethor and they continued their path back to their home town. Unfortunately, what both did not realize was that Gethor had been hit in the back with a poisoned arrow. They would not find it until they got to Dirgefurnace. By then, they only had one day before Gethor became a Kobold-wraith.

At first Urist never cared about Gethor but after Gethor saved his life Urist wanted to become friends with him. Urist looks at Gethor and smiled, saying "Hey Gethor I didn't thank you for saving my life back there so thanks Gethor, I would be dead if you were not here." Gethor looked like he was smiling. They walked more until they saw a house. It was night time. So they checked if anyone was there, they saw no sign of anyone. Gethor looked at Urist and said: "I will guard this place to see if anyone comes, you go in the house and rest. You must be tired." Urist went in the house and collapsed on the bed. He started drifting to sleep when he closed his eyes. Gethor was pretty tired to so he just sat down laying on the wall, sleeping.

Urist panicked. Only one person in the entire city had the power to heal Gethor completely. But, that person had a grudge against him. Even so, he had to try.

He looked for the tonberry Gethor Anguishedpains.

After some searching, he located Gethor. The journey to find him was very exhausting, so he had to make this work. Gethor was a filthy, stupid being, but Urist tried to communicate with him as best he could.

"Gethor is hurt and he requires healing," Urist explained "Please heal him from the poison arrow of the Elves."

Urist tried to convince him, but Gethor showed no care. Gethor remembered what Urist did to him.

Gethor remembered when Urist's brother, Melbil, stole his prized draltha. It was an unforgivable offense- at least for Gethor. Everyone else forgot about it when Melbil returned it, but Gethor didn't forget. No. Not even when Melbil was killed fighting the mighty Earth Titan Cacame Earthfurnaces, he still did not forgive him. Instead, he concentrated his hate on Urist.

Urist had a choice: he could get mad at Gethor and try to kill him or try being nice to him and maybe do some things for him to show it. But Urist knew he had no time for these silly games, he needed to save his friend Gethor from dying. Urist closed his eyes then opened them again "Look Gethor I'm sick of you acting like a little baby, it was a long time ago. I remember too, I don't wanna remember because my brother got killed! At least do something for me! if you don't wanna do it for me, then do it for my dead brother." Urist was mad. Gethor the kobold, did not want to see his friend get mad.

Meanwhile, Gethor the kobold was undergoing the transformation into a wraith. He could see into this world at one time and into the spirit world the next. He could feel his skin thinning to naught but papery covering for his bones. He could feel the poison circulate in his veins. He uttered one word before he lost conciousness.

'Tobul...'

Urist saw Gethor fall down. "No, Gethor! Are you okay!?" Urist screamed as he looked for signs of life. Urist could hear no reply from him though, Gethor looked different from all the other wraiths. Urist would soon know that Gethor would become an Underworld Lord who controlled Undead, and Urist needed to save his friend from this problem. Gethor would destroy the whole world but not now. It would happen after two weeks. Tears started to form in Urist's eyes as he looked at Gethor, focusing all his rage at him for not helping him. "Its your fault! You will pay for what you done!." Urist yelled. He took out his sword and pointed it at Gethor neck.

Which is when a demon- as large as three ballistae stacked on top of each other, smashed the roof open. It then smashed Gethor the tonberry's head like a freshly laid egg before anything could be done. Urist panicked and picked up Gethor, the kobold, and ran. Ran as fast as he could. The demon spat fire at the nearby town square. Urist could see people burning and dying. He could smell ash in the air, and that of death. "This isn't how the day was supposed to go," he muttered to himself.

Urist kept on wondering what the hell was happening. He trudged on but leaving his home town was horrible for him. He had two choices: it was either his life or staying alive. He would rather stay alive.

He looked behind him as he saw the demon destroying the town. He managed to run away but the town was no longer gone, it was destroyed. Gone forever. Urist sighed and sat down, he looked at Gethor and said: "If you can hear me buddy please don't die."

<sub>((Sorry, had to fix some minor details that sounded a bit off and some words. Ignore this if wrong lavenders2 and everyone else  just trying to help out))

((One problem spotted, Urist did not know about Gethor's poisoned arrow until they approached Dirgefurnace, but in the house we see Urist panicking about his friend.))</sub>

Urist then thought about all that happened. His friends, his family, even this tiny runt he thought was nothing but filth, were dying. Gethor proved him wrong, becoming a needed ally in the harshest of times. Betrayal was ever present in his thoughts, and the presence of a demon gave him fright. 'What was a demon doing in our realm?' He thought as he gathered his wits. He tried to quell his emotions but they were too much to handle.

He could feel a cold tear falling from his eye as he gazed towards the smoldering ashes of the town in the distance, and then back to his dying friend. This could not be happening. He would not let him die like this!

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Urist felt a prescence above him, a flash of green, then the last thing he could remember before he lost conciousness was a gremlin standing in front of him with a blowgun, grinning.

[lavenders2]

Where....ugh....where am I?
Urist was gravely hurt. He had trouble coming to his senses.
"Yes haha Glog has found the pitiful dwarf! Glog will keep him safe."
Glog... the gremlin... he shot me with... a blow..gun...
Urist was running out of time.
"You idiot!" Another voice boomed, "Kill him! Kill that idiot of a dwarf!"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Gethor the kobold got up. He was well again, even though he had been shot with the poisoned wraith-arrow. He felt...odd though. 'What in the name of Asmel is going on here?' he shouted aloud. The gremlins guarding him looked at him with toothy grins, Gethor scowled, and the next moment, the gremlins fell dead, paler than marble. 'What the...'

[lavenders2]

Urist and Gethor exchanged glances with each other. Both of them seemed very confused about what was going on, and both of them were now very weak. With little strength in their small bones to propel them forward, they fell asleep.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Meanwhile, Glog, the gremlin who had captured them, took aside his goblin commander.
'These people are innocent, you bastard. Why them?' he shouted.
'Glog, your place is not to question me. Your place is to do my bidding.' the goblin commander responded.
'Then, perhaps I should take you out of the equation.'
The goblin commander tried to run, call for help, but Glog slit his neck, then killed the gremlin elite assasins. He took the keys for Urist and Gethor and untied them. He carried them to his quarters, locking the doors and shutting the windows.

[PokemonRocks85]

Glog tried to look at Urist but he was thinking what they would say Urist looks at Glog "Thanks Glog if you did not save us even trough you shot us with a blow gun i forgive you." Glog smiles at him Glog then looks at Gethor. "Hmm what happend to him? is he ok" Gethor tries to use all his power to speak it was hard for him "Im...o..k i don..t. need any ..h....." Gethor closes his eyes Urist screams " GETHOR ARE YOU OKAY!?!?!"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Gethor's eyes opened. One was yellow, one was red. He had been healed while asleep, but it was too late for the wraith poison to leave Gethor unscathed. He looked at Glog, who was lifted into the air. 'Die.' Gethor uttered. Urist shouted 'NO!' and Gethor let Glog down.
'Glog saved us!'
'He still captured us. Let me kill the green bastard, and I'll have it over with in no time.'
'Gethor, no. He wants to help us.'
Glog uttered weakly 'Indeed. I know a way out. I'm too weak from the strangling, so Gethor, you're going to have to cover us three'. 'And why should I do that?' Gethor snapped. Glog lifted the head of the goblin commander from his satchel. 'I'm a traitor.'
'Shall we go then?' Urist asked.

'Gethor, are you ok?' Urist asked. 'Never felt better in my life,' he answered. He kicked the door open and the first two goblins he saw EXPLODED at the mere sight of Gethor. Their death screams could be heard down the tunnel, but nobody could hear them: Gethor had killed their own guards already, in addition to these, and Glog had assassinated the commander and the gremlin assasins.

[PokemonRocks85]

(iaman this is getting interested you are a good rper )