Primal Darkness
"I see you, too, are a master of the killing arts" the
figure speaks in a slippery, smooth voice that was nearly hypnotic.
"Yes, I am." You respond.
"Quite a good show, my friend. You and I, if we worked together,
could easily conquer all of Tyle Sands."
You consider his offer for a moment, then decide to take it.
"No, wait!" Your elven partner cries out in fear. "He's
trying to trick you! Stop!"
What shes saying starts to make sense.
"That's enough!" The figure roars. He then speaks to you
"Your first task is to take care of the Elven wench who has been
holding you back, decieving you ever since you entered this land.
"No! Don't listen!" She screams, but too late. You channel
you magic, levitate the Elf about 50 feet off of the ground, and drop
her. What happened next, you would never imagine.
The figure beside you, suddenly, transformed into a small dragon,
walking on 2 legs like a man, but with the body of a beast. He turns
his head to the sky, towards the Eld, opens his maw, and the Elf lands
inside. With the "SNAP!" of shutting jaws, a loud
"Gulp" the loud "SIZZLE" of stomach acids, a few
shrill "HELP!" cries, and the "PHHWWARRTT" of the
dragon releiving itself, your friend had been devoured in a matter of
moments.
"Now the sacrifice is complete!" The figure screams.
"Now my time has come!"
The figure's face is shrouded by the hood of his robe. His entire
body, the way he moved, even talked, seemed like a moving shadow.
