Role

Chapter 2

The dark-elf appeared in a dark cavern, wet and filled with moisture.
He quickly brushed the last flecks of blood of his robes as he hated how
storm giant blood smelled. They were such gross creatures that were stuck
within the confines of morality. They knew nothing of the power of Will.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny metal object, covered
in runes that glowed brightly in the dark cave.

A voice echoed from shadows, the source unknown.

"Did you retrieve the Orb of Infinite Magic?"

The dark-elf nodded silently. He grasped the Orb and held it high.

"Yes, it is here. With this powerful item, we will have enough magic
to send one back to the fifth age. Perhaps, with the blessing of the Father
of Devil's, he can put a stop to this new age. I do not think anyone
knew the Light would grow so powerful and destroy almost all evil races
in Thera, bringing upon us this terrible new age." The dark-elf spat.


"Did you have any trouble?" The voice boom off the cavern walls.

"There was some. A storm giant somewhere knew my cover despite the illusion
that had been cast around me. He is dead and laying upon the roads, headless."

"Who would you send on this mission? It is not for the weak of souls."

The dark-elf cackled manically. "My son, of course. Zsarkiln knows of
our peril and he is hidden from the Light and their Divine. He will be
worthy of sending, as I have taught him some of the Dark Knight Creed already."

There was a long pause before the voice spoke again.

"Then he will be our chosen one. However, as there is always a price,
you have failed me. I take it you left behind the body of the storm giant,
where the fools will be able to examine his body and find insight into
his death. Your existence shall be known and will jeopardize our plans."

The drow's eyes went wide. He opened his mouth to speak. A gurgling noise
filled the cavern as blood rapidly spilled from his mouth, his organs destroyed
instantly. His body collapsed on the ground, the last sound his corpse would make.
In a flash, the body dissappeared, reappearing next to the headless corpse
of the storm giant that was showing signs of stiffness.

The voice spoke quietly. "Failure cannot be tolerated. Let thy Will be done."