CAVERN FLOOR

Dark crimson blood seeped through the cold stony floor in the Cave of Disturbed. Broken and beaten he was sprawled out on the unforgiving cavern floor despair flooding over him, the circle pit was relentless and try as he might nothing could escape it. Far out in the cavern he heard the whisper of laughter. Again he heard the laughter getting closer and closer there was no joy in it, only hatred, horror and soul destroying terror. Crazy Dan groaned on the cold earth he was not afraid but the laugh was beginning to unnerve him, knowing that surely the Brainkin's minions had been alerted that he had abandoned camp and now they would be searching for him as he lay in a pool of his own blood unable to move. The tiny lights in the cavern played tricks on his mind that created blurred images of creatures and impossible shadows that seemed to stalk closer to see if he truly was incapacitated, all this and the steady laughter was enough to make any man lose hope and go insane. Despair clouded his thoughts as he wished that he had never asked :PFuzzbox to accompany him on such a perilous journey. Hopefully the dwarf still lived and could escape. He had no right to ask for help. :PFuzzbox has a wife and family to take care of how could he be so selfish. If he only had decided just to give in and let the Briankin have her way all of this could have been avoided; so what if he would have been only a puppet agreeing with her every little whim at least we would be alive and the clan would still be able to continue. As these doubts plagued him unmercifully a shadow advanced over him and the laughter stopped.

The demon looked down on him with a triumphant smile knowing that the Brainkin would reward her most lavishly, a choice of treasures awaited her with the capture of this one puny male. Bending over the body that lay stark in his own mutilation she shuddered. A rare thing to happen to her considering all that she had seen in her life. He was truely a gruesome site to behold, just a sack of blood and broken bones. Why would such a feeble decrepit man be so important to their leader, unless... he was the one meant to be her bridegroom. He seemed broken and impotent, but this could be the only reason that such a large reward would be placed on him. A wicked smile came to her face no reward would be enough if this was truly the vigorous untamable he-man that the rumors had said he was. She knew of medicines and dark alchemy that could restore his body. Very silently a gurgling whisper escaped the mans lips and she moved closer to hear what he had to say when a slimy liquid splashed her face. Jerking up she wipped the spit off her face it was more blood then anything else, even with all his injuries he was still fearless, in time she could break him and what a ride it would be.