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As the sun lowered itself under the horizon, laying a soft blanket of darkness over the land, a laugh filled the air; a shrill, evil, piercing laugh. The majestic colour swept across the land, a blood red glow shimmering over the waters. A clatter of a sword could be heard as it slowly fell to the ground, followed by its owner’s lifeless body collapsing to the floor beside it. A pool of blood flowed freely on the white marble surface. A black boot slipped into the blood in a single fluid motion, and began to spread it in an almost playful manner. A single mangled, wrinkly hand shot forward and grasped the lifeless body and dragged it towards the door. The boot ceased to spread the blood. Horrible orange eyes glared at the little goblin.

“Where do you think you are going?” Asked the wizard, his pupils dilating and his orange eyes flashing. His boot, leaving the pool of blood, stepped towards the shriveled figure, cowering near the door. The small goblin could best be described as a puke colour. Normally ferocious the beasts pillage towns, ravage everything in sight, and have no compassion for anything except their own personal gain. A line of drool slowly slid down the beast’s chin and dangled in the air until gravity snagged it and it snapped, split, and fell to the stone beneath them. “Put his items in the keep, and throw the meat to your brethren.”

The creature nodded and began to drag the body towards the door. there was a sudden flash of magenta and the little imp screeched in pain.

“You are dragging blood across my white floor. CLEAN IT.” The wizard waved his cobalt glove in a circular motion and the goblin began to rise in the air.

“Yes, master please!” groaned the beast. “I am sorry, so very sorry.”

The wizard chuckled to himself. He truly enjoyed torturing his servant, and any other living thing for that matter. He allowed the goblin to drop to the floor. The creature grasped his cheek where the bolt had struck him just before. I would leave a permanent scar. The goblin shuddered; he knew that the bolt was only a small shadow in the world of dark magic that encompassed the great wizard. He quickly ran to get a few cloths and immediately began to mop up the blood. Each time the goblin did this he was surprised at how much and thick the blood was. As he thought back, he realized that it had become an almost daily occurrence. A warrior would appear yelling some sort of justice and peace speech and would then charge. Each time, a bolt or some spell would suddenly stop the hero and they’d die. Today was a little different, the goblin could feel it. His master was getting restless. The blast emanating from this wizard today was of titanic proportions. The creature finished cleaning the boots of his slave driver and took the body out of the room. The moment he left the doors slammed shut. The wizard removed his crimson robe and sat at a table. He stroked his jet-black vandyke with his glove-covered hand and stopped as quickly as he had started.

“Challenge, I need a challenge.” The table in front of the chaotic man exploded showering the room with shrapnel. The wizard glanced around the room, sensing a new presence, and his eyes fell on an old, ratty, maroon book. The wizard waved his hand and the book suddenly appeared in his hands. As he turned over the book he noticed that there was a gold embroidering on the cover. The shimmering gold was in the shape of a pentagram. He scanned the book quickly with his hands, muttering an anti-spell in case the book was trapped.

“How did I not notice this book before?” he thought to himself. He slowly opened the book to the first page. At a glance he saw nothing, it was completely blank. As the dark lord began to close the book his eyes caught a slight movement, jerking the book open the wizard stared at the page as the words began to write themselves. The words were written in blood and as each letter appeared, the blood ran less than a few millimeters down and would stop. The wizard touched the words as they appeared. Strangely, they were completely dry. The words, translated read:

DISA, THE DARK LORD, WIZARD ALMIGHTY, THIS BOOK HAS BEEN LEFT IN YOUR POSSESSION BY HADES HIMSELF. SUMMON THE LORD OF DARKNESS INTO YOUR ABBYS AND YOU SHALL SEE WHAT YOU SHALL SEE.

Disa stared at the words on the page as they slowly began to disappear. He turned the page and found a spell written in silver. He slowly read it word for word, “Anyi kalora soraiy abyosi isty mei.” Disa felt a slight tug on his body towards the book and stopped reading. The book had an underlying evil to it. The dark lord lifted the book and slid it to the wooden shelf by the wall.

Shaking his head the dark lord rose from his seat and walked to the window to relish in watching the bones of his latest assailant being consumed by the hundreds of creatures surrounding his castle. He strolled in-front of his army and his arms rose into the air. His body floated above them all and his voice boomed across the masses. “My minions. I have become bored with staying in hiding while the other creatures of the planet roam free. I have made a decision. We shall recruit the orcs, giants, ogres, trolls, and anyone who wishes to join us. Whosoever shall be found without the desire to serve me, shall face me one on one.” Stating that the wizard released a blast to end any blast known to existence up to that point. The yellow energy rose straight up into the air as the wizard bellowed. “Join me, or perish.”

Description
As the sun lowered itself under the horizon, laying a soft blanket of darkness over the land, a laugh filled the air; a shrill, evil, piercing laugh. The majestic colour swept across the land, a blood red glow shimmering over the waters. A clatter of a sword could be heard as it slowly fell to the ground, followed by its owner’s lifeless body collapsing to the floor beside it. A pool of blood flowed freely on the white marble surface. A black boot slipped into the blood in a single fluid motion, and began to spread it in an almost playful manner. A single mangled, wrinkly hand shot forward and grasped the lifeless body and dragged it towards the door. The boot ceased to spread the blood. Horrible orange eyes glared at the little goblin.

“Where do you think you are going?” Asked the wizard, his pupils dilating and his orange eyes flashing. His boot, leaving the pool of blood, stepped towards the shriveled figure, cowering near the door. The small goblin could best be described as a puke colour. Normally ferocious the beasts pillage towns, ravage everything in sight, and have no compassion for anything except their own personal gain. A line of drool slowly slid down the beast’s chin and dangled in the air until gravity snagged it and it snapped, split, and fell to the stone beneath them. “Put his items in the keep, and throw the meat to your brethren.”

The creature nodded and began to drag the body towards the door. there was a sudden flash of magenta and the little imp screeched in pain.

“You are dragging blood across my white floor. CLEAN IT.” The wizard waved his cobalt glove in a circular motion and the goblin began to rise in the air.

“Yes, master please!” groaned the beast. “I am sorry, so very sorry.”

The wizard chuckled to himself. He truly enjoyed torturing his servant, and any other living thing for that matter. He allowed the goblin to drop to the floor. The creature grasped his cheek where the bolt had struck him just before. I would leave a permanent scar. The goblin shuddered; he knew that the bolt was only a small shadow in the world of dark magic that encompassed the great wizard. He quickly ran to get a few cloths and immediately began to mop up the blood. Each time the goblin did this he was surprised at how much and thick the blood was. As he thought back, he realized that it had become an almost daily occurrence. A warrior would appear yelling some sort of justice and peace speech and would then charge. Each time, a bolt or some spell would suddenly stop the hero and they’d die. Today was a little different, the goblin could feel it. His master was getting restless. The blast emanating from this wizard today was of titanic proportions. The creature finished cleaning the boots of his slave driver and took the body out of the room. The moment he left the doors slammed shut. The wizard removed his crimson robe and sat at a table. He stroked his jet-black vandyke with his glove-covered hand and stopped as quickly as he had started.

“Challenge, I need a challenge.” The table in front of the chaotic man exploded showering the room with shrapnel. The wizard glanced around the room, sensing a new presence, and his eyes fell on an old, ratty, maroon book. The wizard waved his hand and the book suddenly appeared in his hands. As he turned over the book he noticed that there was a gold embroidering on the cover. The shimmering gold was in the shape of a pentagram. He scanned the book quickly with his hands, muttering an anti-spell in case the book was trapped.

“How did I not notice this book before?” he thought to himself. He slowly opened the book to the first page. At a glance he saw nothing, it was completely blank. As the dark lord began to close the book his eyes caught a slight movement, jerking the book open the wizard stared at the page as the words began to write themselves. The words were written in blood and as each letter appeared, the blood ran less than a few millimeters down and would stop. The wizard touched the words as they appeared. Strangely, they were completely dry. The words, translated read:

DISA, THE DARK LORD, WIZARD ALMIGHTY, THIS BOOK HAS BEEN LEFT IN YOUR POSSESSION BY HADES HIMSELF. SUMMON THE LORD OF DARKNESS INTO YOUR ABBYS AND YOU SHALL SEE WHAT YOU SHALL SEE.

Disa stared at the words on the page as they slowly began to disappear. He turned the page and found a spell written in silver. He slowly read it word for word, “Anyi kalora soraiy abyosi isty mei.” Disa felt a slight tug on his body towards the book and stopped reading. The book had an underlying evil to it. The dark lord lifted the book and slid it to the wooden shelf by the wall.

Shaking his head the dark lord rose from his seat and walked to the window to relish in watching the bones of his latest assailant being consumed by the hundreds of creatures surrounding his castle. He strolled in-front of his army and his arms rose into the air. His body floated above them all and his voice boomed across the masses. “My minions. I have become bored with staying in hiding while the other creatures of the planet roam free. I have made a decision. We shall recruit the orcs, giants, ogres, trolls, and anyone who wishes to join us. Whosoever shall be found without the desire to serve me, shall face me one on one.” Stating that the wizard released a blast to end any blast known to existence up to that point. The yellow energy rose straight up into the air as the wizard bellowed. “Join me, or perish.”