Originally Posted on: Monday, October 24, 2011
Wrought of Iron and the Great Worm
Borul walked up the steps cautiously sniffing the air. Leiden with heavy armor crafted for him by king Dorians master smiths. The air was cold and sharp filled with the rust and rot of iron. Steam seemed to both rise and fall all around him. Now he came up to a long flat corridor with cobble stones laying all about him. He heard the movement of something that seemed far off growing closer and closer and beneath him tearing up the floor came Magnold in his most abased form. Like a giant worm black covered with the remains of his fallen adversaries stuck to him and meshed into his tissues. dropping again Magnold sunk into the ground beneath them and rose up behind Borul with still his end drawing under before him. Borul drew first blood and sank his Tration lance through the great worm cutting through him with ceaseless strength. Magnold let out a wretched hiss taking Borul to his knees. Arms and hands of the restless dead reached out taking hold of Borul where ever they might grasp. And even after being cut from their wretched host the fingers clasped down and sought to dig into any soft tissue or flesh. Borul sought for more open ground to engage Magnold on, so leaping up and against the walls of the corridor Borul escaped back to the iron holds and the stair way that now looking down seemed infinite in it's steps. The Great Worm burst through the wrought iron and collapsed the iron stairs sending both him and Borul descending within the thrashing and twisting metal. The immensity of Magnold allowed him to excel below Borul and turn upright with foul jaw and many teeth gaping.