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Chapter 3

the beginning 1
Added Wed Aug 19 05:52:08 2009 at level 15:

Left to rot like everything else in the pits of the earth, bambizlo family
was murdered by elves as they were attacked in there small hovel he called
home when he was extremely young. Somehow they managed to neglect his
presence, maybe his small size, since he was a late bloomer so to say, he was
an extremely small, and launched from his mothers hands as a spear struck her
right through the jugular, that toss, her last breathe, saved his life.The
hard knock on the forehead knocked bambizlo out, creating a large indention
in his head damaging the fluids around his brain. bambizlo woke upon the
third winds gust through the caverns. A gust usually signifies the passing
of a cold front on the surface that has managed to lurk its way into the
depths usually once a day. His head wrecked and battered and pounding as if
a giant was constantly drumming a pair of large maces on top of his skull.
His eyes even at an early age had become accustomed to his surroundings, keen
to spotting out the smallest of details in an environment with no prescense
of light. He noticed a large colony of worms, traveling in a straight line
headed in a direction. bambizlo followed unable to walk, he managed on his
knees. The worms were not to swift so it was not difficult to keep up.
After thirty minutes of crawling bambizlo seen what it had been that had
stirred up the worms, the rotting carcass of a monstrous beast.Blood and
flesh leaking out onto the ground, a stench unbeknown to bambizlo, sickening.
eyes began to tear up from the gut wretching smell and his nose began to
run with snot, clogging his sense of smell. Well now that he couldn't smell
or see what lye before him the thought of this horendous flesh was a lot less
agonizing then the pain in his stomach.bambizlo followed the trail of the
worms who were feasting on the carcass and found an open wound filled with
fat and meat, if anything was going to be the least bit edible it would have
to be what the worms favored first. The first piece of meat bambizlo reached
for had been gnawed and chewed from the bone by the worms, easily ripped from
what little muscled still held it together and into his mouth it went. A
slight grin escaped bambizlo mouth, blood dripping from his dingy baby teeth.
appealed to the taste and loved it, his stomach full and throat not
as parched after he had taken a few sips from a small fissure with slight
dripping water he had spotted near by. Determined to get by, bambizlo
followed the worms for months and months, feasting on whatever they found
within the depths. Unbeknown to bambizlo was the constant danger he had been
putting himself into, the close calls of death from beasts willing to rip him
form limb to limb as the poor little baby crawled always staying near the
path of the worms.After awhile the worms seemed to be dying out, the food
becoming more and more scarce.
bambizlo could no longer rely on the worms to find his food for him.