...Awakened by resonant footsteps I rise with greatbow in hand. Only an outsider would make such noise. Surely death will be quick to follow such foolishness. This is my home and all die here without knowing her secrets. For this is the Isle Of Dread... Quietly I track the offenders to warn or kill in defence of my dwindling homeland. I happen upon a small calpolli (A tototl with trumpet, a michin, a huge tecuani, and a cuauhtla cihuatl with a great living atiacuihuayan, and many macehualli). I imagine a trophy made from the winged one and allmost miss what is following them. Before the tlacatecolotl tecuani apes descend upon the party I let loose a volley that takes the life of one demon. All fought bravely and the other beasts were soon captured or destroyed. I deceide to join their calpolli and befriend this powerful group for the betterment of the Olman people... Weeks I've traveled with the once foolish five and their weakling entourage. The quest is to deliver the meek somewhere. I care not so long as baneful creatures fall to my bow. My cause is to carve out a place fit for my people whever I go. To turn foul best from the path of life is my test. To perfect my skill and craft with my weapon is my lust... Our last venture took us into a cursed place of great stone pillars. Inside we killed an army of tainted apes and found great treasure. Eventually we came unto a great magical portal of glass and steel. Following the group I make my way through last and that is the last memory I have of my homeland... I find myself in a barren land of sand and stone and spider. I know not where my new companions went for I stand alone here. Days I travel without water or shelter until I find the nothingness of delirium. I prepare for the after and a place with the sacred dead... Yet I live... I wake to find myself in some rolling cage enslaved by foul creatures and thier spider minions. Taking my life my only option if not for the angel I am caged with. Her care and most of the meager rations given us brings me from the precipice of death. In visions I dream of her and the whispered name Aleanna. This sleep lasts for days...Finally whole and ludcid I must somehow find our freedom... Our love grows and in the dark I show her my fully regained health. Her skin tingles with magic as we come together... My merciful angel Aleanna... We nearly arive town and the auction house nears when our captors are beset by a band of adventurers (another winged something, a holy warrior, a knight, and a small person). Thankfully they win out and relinquish our freedom. I swear a blood bond to aid them until I return their lives three times over. A simple question is asked of me "Do You care to join us in the Abyss". I look to my new found love we exchange nods and turn back to grin in answer... So far the Demonweb Pits have lived up to expectation. In the short time we have been here many foes have fallen. My bow has put many creatures to the path including venomous spider the size of boulders, some foul beasts called sporebats, a spider at home in magma, and even a couple of minor demons. All of this to return a holy warrior his grace. Our quest matters not. Just to stand with this group even against death itself would stir my spirit...
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Very cool transition from Savage Tide to Exp to the Demonweb Pits.
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