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Urist did not understand, until the real Gethor walked out of a bush, his =pig tail cloth trousers= having looked like they had been pulled down. 'What?' he asked, until he saw the horned clone. He scowled and the clone shudderedm but did not explode. 'Oh, Asmel...' he muttered. The clone rose and lifted Gethor into the air with one hand. 'You foolish kobold. I am immortal. You will die now....' it said. Ferric took up a pike and stabbed the demon in the gut. It roared and with one flick of his hand, smashed Ferric into the palisade walls of his camp. Gethor took out a dagger and stabbed the demon in the face. He screamed and smashed Gethor into the recovering Ferric. Both fell unconcious. He turned on Urist. 'Your turn, dwarf.'
'Not today, demon.' Urist beheaded the demon in one slash, splashing black blood everywhere and killing the demon. 'It seems immortality is limited, demon.' He spat on the demon's body as it turned to black smoke.

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Urist went to check on Gethor and Ferric, fearing the worst. To his relief, Gethor was alive, but badly hurt. However, Ferric was dead. Before long, Gethor rose, muttering something to himself, then having the courage to speak.
"What happened?" He asked
"Demons," Urist said "The demons! Armok help us..."
As Urist explained, Gethor gained a sense of what was going on, realizing what had just happened to them.

But something else happened... the demons black blood morphed into a small blob, slowly injecting itself into Urist while he explained to Gethor the current plan. Urist and Gethor were both unaware of what was happening, as the corruption slowly filled Urist. Then the demons voice whispered, in an inaudible voice:
"Only 7 more days..."
 

[IamanElfCollaborator]

(Thanks. This is going into a direction I can end with a plot twist. )

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Meanwhile...

Tobul and Glog had been put to good use by the camp. Tobul became an entertainer as well as the cook, Glog became a watchman. Tobul, luckily, thanks to her expert hunter and voracious lover Gethor, had a lot of experience in cooking and Glog, having been a former thief, was proficient at keeping lookout. As Tobul prepared a *plump helmet stew*, she began to wonder where Gethor and Urist had gone. 'Hm...where've they gone with that gnome?' she muttered to herself. Then, a pair of drunken fire imps walked into the kitchen, and looked straight at Tobul. 'He-llo, lad...y, we're...go-ing to 'ave some fun with you..' they said drunkenly. Toubl was mortified. 'No, please! No!' she begged, but they advanced.

Until Glog and Gethor walked in.

[PokemonRocks85]

Gethor just stared at them and got mad he ran up to 1 of the 3 and grab his neck "Dont you dare touch tobul or you die." The fire imp spit at him in the face and smiled "What are y...ou go....aana do....bout...thataa?" Gethor choked the fire imp killing him Glog already killed one of the other fire imps. Gethor looked at the last fire imp the fire imp did not look like he was drunk he was younger then the other fire imp. He was scared Gethor and Glog might kill him.

[Tiruin]

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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.

~~~

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've 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."

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!

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

'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!"

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...'

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

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 assassins. He took the keys for Urist and Gethor and untied them. He carried them to his quarters, locking the doors and then shutting the windows.

Glog tried to look at Urist but he was thinking what they would say, thinking they would kill him. Urist looked at Glog.

"Thanks Glog. You did save us even though you shot us with a blowgun. I forgive you." Glog smiled at him in relief then looked at Gethor.

"Hmm what happened to him? Is he ok?" Gethor tried to use all his power to speak. It was hard for him "Im...o..k i don..t. need any ..h....." Gethor closed his eyes. Urist screamed, partly by fright, " GETHOR ARE YOU OKAY!?"

Gethor's eyes opened. One was yellow, the other, 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 then lifted into the air.

"Die." Gethor uttered.

"No!"

Gethor turned to the voice, it was Urist. He let Glog down, slowly and safely then turned to the dwarf.

"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."

"Indeed. I know a way out. I'm too weak from the strangling, so Gethor, you're going to have to cover us three," Gethor uttered weakly.

"And why should I do that?" Gethor snapped. Glog lifted the head of the goblin commander from his satchel.

"I'm a traitor."

"Gethor, are you ok? Shall we go then?" 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 assassins.

Urist was surprised to see this kind of power from the kobold, who was sick just moments ago. Gethor looked at him. "What? Surprised at what I can do?" Gethor said. He was getting meaner by each minute. Urist walked by Glog and whispered, "Glog, let's keep watch on Gethor. He might get out of control if he keeps on doing this." Glog nodded in assent.

Gethor was hiding something under his mean exterior. He feared for his lover, the fire imp Tobul, Who had been captured a while back by the bandits of this base. He explained the situation to Urist and Glog.

"So, your lover's here, Gethor?" Urist inquired.
"Yes. We need to free her, though I fear she maybe dead..."
"Whoa, even I don't know where she is." Glog said.
"Only one way to find out..."

Which was when Tobul ran to them and fell into Gethor's arm. Following her was a dimetrodon with spikes protruding from his sides and deathly spittle was dripping from it's maw. "Oh for the love of Armok..." muttered Urist.

Urist drew his sword and charged at the beast but was taken aside by Tobul. She looked at him and then at the dimetrodon.

"This is my friend, Astral. He kept me company when I was alone," She looked at Gethor and started to cry. "I miss you so much Gethor. I was worried something happened to you." She looked at Gethor's face and moved back a little. She knew something was different with Gethor.

"What happened to you?" Tobul asked him.

"I got poisoned," Gethor responded with a smirk. Tobul had loved that about Gethor, how he could joke about something so dire. Astral smelt something, and the next moment his head was gone, pinned to the cavern wall by a ballista arrow.

"Astral!" Tobul screamed, in his rage, she threw a fireball at the ballista that had done this to her erstwhile friend. It set it ablaze and the operators ran. Urist and Glog looked at her, dumbstruck.

Tobul started to cry again. "I'm losing all my friends by the minute...."

"That sucks. I know I would cry if Astral was my pet but I just met him and was about to kill him." Urist whispered to Glog, who nodded in reply and started to walk.

"Come on everybody! We don't have time to waste we have to leave now!"

Everything went by in a flash for Urist. A whirl of light, an orange flash, and suddenly they were in the forest outside the blazing hideout.

"What the hell just happened?" asked Urist.
"Tobul got mad at the gremlins and set the place on fire. Gethor did something and shot light at a stupid gremlin, and he just turned to dust, just like that." Glog explained. Urist was dumbstruck, and for the second time in about two minutes.

They were surrounded then by five kobolds, all wearing a strange emblem in the shape of a bluejay.

"Freeze! You are in Resistance territory," they barked.

"For Armok's sake..." Urist muttered to no one in particular.

Gethor smiled at him. "I got this Urist."

"Everybody-," he strode forward, with arms wide, "...I'm a kobold too. Join me, if not, you die. I will show you all my power."

Urist saw the five gather around, whispering. One of the kobolds, who was named Kastro walked closer to Urist and the rest.

"We decided if you fight me and win, all of us shall join you." he said in a high-pitched, nasal tone.

Gethor smiled. "We will all miss you, Kastro," he raised his hand up and was showered by droplets of red as Kastro's head exploded. His blood went all over the floor. Gethor looked at the other kobolds, "You can join me now, unless you want to be like your friend." They agreed, apparently in shock as they witnessed their leader killed off easily, and told them their names.

Urist looked at Gethor. If anything, he looked paler than before. "This power is draining him..." he thought.

The kobolds escorted them back to the resistance camp, Daggerfurnace. There, they could see all manner of peoples: Humans, Goblins, Lizardmen, Elves, Dwarves, Gremlins and even Gnomes.

The leader, a large gnome named Ferric, explained the situation.

"For many years, us outcasts have been making camps in the wilderness to base our rebellion. You see, centuries ago, the founding fathers of civilization released a great evil into the world." he said with a deep tone not of his stature.

"Demons." Urist responded with a nod.

"Aye, dwarf. These creatures rule most civilizations. Only the gremlins and gnomes are free of them."

"Even the elves have demon rulers?"

"Aye. Why do you think they eat corpses of their enemies?"

Urist let him continue.

"But, 50 years ago. A gnomish scholar, Cobalt Ironguard, discovered that the demons of the world were planning a massacre of all the civilizations they ruled. Some believed him and broke off from the mainstream world. Others were exiled and joined us, and now we have camps around the world."

"Like what happened in Dirgefurnace..."
"I'm sorry?"
"Dirgefurnace was wiped out by a demon."
"Then, they are enacting their plans..." Ferric said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Armok's sake," muttered Urist. "So, we are all going to be obliterated by demons. Just dandy."

"We did find a way to stop them," responded Ferric. "We discovered the portal to Hell. It's in Dirgefurnace."

"So we have to go through that wreck of a place?"

"Yes."

''Armok help me," Urist muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

~~~

"Then we need a army we can go around villages recruiting people if possible," Urist replied, regaining his composure.

Gethor looked at Urist, confused. "Urist they need a strong leader, like me. I can easily take out those demons! I've seen much battle in my time and I fear not those spawn of hell!"

Gethor chuckled, "They cant touch me. If anything, I should be the leader of this camp!" Gethor fell down on the grass everyone screams but Urist sees something different Gethor has horns on his head.

He finished by quickly falling into a kneeling position. Everyone in the current vicinity screamed as pain coursed through their bodies. Between it all, Urist saw something different. Gethor had horns.

Urist did not understand, until the real Gethor walked out of a bush, his =pig tail cloth trousers= having looked like they had been pulled down.

"What?" he asked in bewilderment, until he saw the horned clone.

He scowled and the it shuddered, but did not explode. "Oh, Asmel," he muttered. The clone rose and lifted Gethor into the air with one hand by magic.

"You foolish kobold." it said, shaking it's head with a grin. "I am immortal! You die, now!"

Ferric took up a pike and stabbed the demon in the gut while it was occupied. It roared in pain, grasped the hilt of the pike, and with one flick of his hand, smashed Ferric into the palisade walls of "his" camp. Gethor broke into a run and leapt at the demon, dagger drawn. His speed took it by surprise as he stabbed it's face, yelling war-cries with every strike.

It screamed and threw Gethor into the recovering Ferric. Both fell unconscious from the force of the blow.

"Your turn, Dwarf."

"Not today, demon!" said Urist, his sword drawn behind the demon. It seems that Urist had snuck behind the clone as it was busy fighting and monologuing. He beheaded it with a swift stroke, spilling brackish blood on the grass.

"It seems immortality is limited, what a waste," he spat on the demon's headless body as it phased into black smoke.

Urist sheathed his sword and went to check on Gethor and Ferric, fearing the worst. To his relief, Gethor was alive, but badly hurt. Ferric however, was not so lucky. He was suffering from multiple wounds, not including a smashed torso and spine, dead in short.

Before long, Gethor rose and muttered something to himself. Now having the courage to speak, he turned to Urist.

"What happened?" He asked
"Demons," Urist said "Damned demons! Armok help us..."
As Urist explained, Gethor gained a sense of what was going on, realizing what had just happened to them.

But something else occurred... the demons black blood that was spread all over Urist's body was morphing into a small blob, slowly injecting itself into him while he explained to Gethor the current plan. Urist and Gethor were both unaware of what was happening. As the corruption slowly filled Urist, the demons voice whispered, inaudibly:

"Only 7 more days..."

~~~

Meanwhile...

Tobul and Glog had been put to good use by the camp. Tobul became an entertainer as well as the cook, Glog became a watchman. Tobul, luckily, thanks to her expert hunter and voracious lover Gethor, had a lot of experience in cooking and Glog, having been a former thief, was proficient at keeping the role of a lookout.

As Tobul prepared a *plump helmet stew*, she began to wonder where Gethor and Urist had gone. "Hm...where've they gone with that gnome?" she muttered to herself. While she was musing, a pair of drunken fire imps walked into the kitchen and looked straight at Tobul.

"He-llo, lad...y, we're...go-ing to 'ave some fun with you.." they said drunkenly. Tobul was mortified as she stared at them.

"No, please! No!" she begged, but as if deaf, they advanced.

Until Glog and Gethor walked in.

Gethor just stared at them in shock, which was then replaced by rage. He belted out a warcry and ran up to one of them, grabbing it's scrawny neck with one hand.

"Dare to touch Tobul again, you die."

The fire imp spat at him in the face and smiled, "What are y...ou go....aana do....bout...thataa?"

Gethor clenched his fist, choking the fire imp and killing him. He turned to his allies- Glog had already killed one of the other fire imps, so he looked at the last fire imp. It did not look drunk and it appeared younger than the others. It was scared that Gethor and Glog might kill him.

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"And you?" Gethor said with a smirk. "Do you carry the same idea as your.. friends?" he gestured toward the two corpses. "Or are you going to tell us what exactly you were here for?"

It was scared, alright. In fact, it was cowering in fear as the two approached, mumbling to itself in a strange tongue and drawing its arms around its body as if cold. Pleading for it's life most likely.

"Hey Gethor," Glog said, "Let's have some fun with this one, shall we?" he gestured towards the shaking imp, a wide smile spreading on his face.

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The fire imp smiled and vanished into smoke, leaving naught but a log behind. 'What in Armok...' Gethor muttered before everything went black.

When he awoke, the camp was ablaze. He could see Urist and Glog pulling people out of the wreckage. And...he could see, just out of the corner of his eye...Tobul half crushed under a fallen beam. 'TOBUL!' he screamed, but he was too weak to even move. He lost conciousness,believing that when he woke up, Tobul would be no more.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

(Bumping up for awareness. This thread needs more talent than just the 4 of us.)

[PokemonRocks85]

Urist pull out some survivors Glog looked around seeing most of the people dead "Damn it.. everybody are mostly dead" Urist looks at glog for a minute "Glog its too late for the dead ones let just try saving the people alive" Urist did not notice Tobul under the beam

[IamanElfCollaborator]

(Pokemon, this was in the burning campsite, with Tobul half-crushed under a wooden beam, Gethor unconcious and Urist and Glog helping the survivors?)

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Tobul was dying, she could feel it. She could see lights everywhere. Her vision was fading. Across, she could see a brown blur and green blur running around. She insticntively knew those were Urist and Glog, freeing people. They must have been unharmed or wounded lightly in the attack. Around, she could hear the screams of the wounded and dying. She did not scream herself: It didn't matter. Powerful healing must come to save her. From the pain she felt, most of her intestines and major abdominal organs were crushed. She set fire to the beam on her stomach and crawled towards Gethor, wishing to say her last words to him.

When a red and yellow flaming bird flew and shed a tear on her.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

The Phoenix was a legendary bird. It was said to be reborn every millenium by burning itself and rising from it's ashes. It was also told to have healing powers. It's feathers could bring the dead back, it's tears could heal even the most serious wounds.

Thus was the luck of Tobul Wheelscalded when the Phoenix took pity upon her and shed one tear to save her life.

[PokemonRocks85]

(im just tired had long night yesterday)

Tobul got up from the floor and looked at gethor she started shaking him so Gethor could wake up. Gethor opened his eyes and saw Tobul he thoght she was dead. "Your not the real TOBUL!!! DIE!!!!" He got up and punched Tobul in the face she fell down and then Gethor grabbed her by the neck and started choking her "Since you look like Tobul im going to make the pain last forever"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

(Tobul already burnt the beam. She was by Gethor's side when the Phoenix came.)

[PokemonRocks85]

(fix it and i wonder whos gonna be leader of the camps now)