All I know now is the blackest surroundings. It has become my home. It is my home, but it is no shelter. My tormentor has stolen my reality and so what is bliss for me is the blackness around me. Is this my life, my reality, or will I wake up. I feel my body floating as if out of an abyss, but still a gloom hangs above and below me. I look up to see broken glass floating down toward me. The agony of each piece scraping my virgin skin and the screams of ghosts all around me; a haunting fear of death, yet always living. If this is life; well its my life. *Boom...Boom**
"Wake up slave"
"What, where am I" A million emotions filled me at the same time almost overtaking my soul and putting me into a hypnotic nirvana. The memories now return to me as a dream, yet it was my life, my reality.
"Get up Fool! It is time to fight again"
I was alive or was I. The dark elves were a fierce bunch of people that surrounded a small arena in the center of this underworld. They would bring combatants and have them fight to their death and bet upon the outcome. I happened to be the reigning champion, but for how long..till death smiles upon me and saves me from this hell.
*BING BING BING*
And so it was announced"Archus the slave will be fighting today against Silchen the Duagar."
And so it was that the arena was filled with weapons and obstacles and every sort of torture device available. I have declined to use such devises as it is savage and I offend the allmighty Lloth, but screw her, I will get out of this place soon.
"FIGHT ON" *Ding*
"Wake up slave"
"What, where am I" A million emotions filled me at the same time almost overtaking my soul and putting me into a hypnotic nirvana. The memories now return to me as a dream, yet it was my life, my reality.
"Get up Fool! It is time to fight again"
I was alive or was I. The dark elves were a fierce bunch of people that surrounded a small arena in the center of this underworld. They would bring combatants and have them fight to their death and bet upon the outcome. I happened to be the reigning champion, but for how long..till death smiles upon me and saves me from this hell.
*BING BING BING*
And so it was announced"Archus the slave will be fighting today against Silchen the Duagar."
And so it was that the arena was filled with weapons and obstacles and every sort of torture device available. I have declined to use such devises as it is savage and I offend the allmighty Lloth, but screw her, I will get out of this place soon.
"FIGHT ON" *Ding*