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Mortal Stories
Dreadful Day
Darkness grew over the lands, as the sun began to set in the east, just above the Pardor Range. Silent snickering could be heard, as Noslen and Mihelik crept silently in the night. Ducking behind a nearby boulder, they began to recite great scrolls of blazeward and other spells, to increase their armor, as well as quaffing a few healing potions to better their health.Noslen looked around hastily, "Damnit, the Riddler said the dwarven teacher would be around here..."
"What about at that temple to the south...", Mihelik pointed ahead, to a large, ancient castle.
"Ok then, we shall move." Noslen stood to his feet and began to sprint towards the temple, as Mihelik stood and followed quickly behind him.
They entered the temple, looking around at the ruins and other items that laid scattered in the debris.
"Now, where to search first." Noslen looked around, a bit confused with the lay out of the large area.
Mihelik began to move around, walking to the east and then around the corner, out of site from Noslen. Noslen, however, looked through the debris, searching for items that may have been dropped and such. For he was more interested in fortune than speaking new languages.
Mihelik paced about the room, touching the walls and looking for hidden doors. Nothing appeared. He began to get angry and impatient, even kicking at one wall, knocking more of the stone, which once held this magnificent place up, to the ground.
"Where is that damn teacher.." Mihelik muttered, then strode towards Noslen.
"Find anything yet?" Noslen asked, as he searched more into the ruins.
Mihelik laid up against the wall, "I can't fi......!" was all that was heard, as the walls opened, and Mihelik fell into the black darkness.
Noslen, not knowing what to think, jumped into the darkness right behind Mihelik, landing with a loud thud.
"You have found me." was heard from behind one of the pillars which stood in the hidden room. Stepping out from behind was a short dwarf, not much taller than 4 feet and very chubby.
"I have come to speak dwarven kind sir. May you teach me?" Mihelik asked, as Noslen looked around the great walls.
Time went by, and the Dwarf and Mihelik spoke for hours, as Mihelik learned the great language. When it was all over, Mihelik was speaking dwarven fluently, and decided it was time to leave. Noslen was excited to finally leave, for he was very bored while they spoke away.
As they made their way out of the hole which they fell through, Mihelik grinned at Noslen and took off in a sprint. He yelled back at Noslen, "Come on Troll!" as he ran faster and faster. Little did he know, he had gone the wrong way.
Noslen noticed the direction that Mihelik had turned and yelled ahead, "Mihelik wait! STOP!" but Mihelik only picked up speed, trying to lose Noslen, and win the race he had begun. As he turned another corner a faint glow of flowing shadows was seen, and then a large tail slamming into Mihelik's jaw. Noslen began to run faster, but it was too late, as he saw a massive fireball tear into Mihelik's armor and face, and then saw as he limped to the ground....dead. The Ancient Black Dragon played longer with his corpse, until it finally tossed it to one side. Noslen silently stepped closer to the corpse, hoping that it would disappear into a great white light, and be reincarnated in the Fighters' Hall. But the corpse still laid limp on the ground. Noslen knew this was the end and the Immortals would not give the young Fighter a chance to fight again.
Noslen began to dig a large hole, and when he had finished, he laid the corpse of Mihelik into the grave, and slowly buried him. As he piled on the last of the dirt, Noslen felt pain and frustration for nothing being fast enough to help Mihelik....his brother.....
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