Blood Lines

"You see it was all the potency in your blood that lead us here and to try and find our master." I think I came in where I left off, mostly. "And now that you are here our hunt for him can continue, aided of course by you."

"Right of course I'd love to help soon as you unshackle me we'll get right on finding that master of yours." I had no intention of helping naturally. Nor did I know who their master could be, not even like a small guess. I mean sure my blood is probably a buffet of energy and horrible the result of years of taking others lives, but its not like I catalogued down every creature I'd ever killed or anything (this journal is at best a summation!) He of course laughed at my suggestion of helping because he didn't mean it like me actually providing expertise. No no he meant me bleeding, which made more sense and yet still managed to make me sad.

Turns out in the distant past one of the gods I killed (yes you read that right I'm amazing thank you) apparently sealed some other horrible beasty in the dimension I was currently an occupant of. The morons now serving this dark master somehow contacted it using my blood as a conduit, they were apparently planning on coming and getting me prior to my escape from Ronerawth originally. Me arriving again to be captured by their minions was just random good luck (why were there no people out of the dimension? idiotic magic use plummeted their entire region into the portal, only living creatures though, its also why there weren't any fish). Well good luck for them, crappy luck for me.

I was taken from the torture room to another place where I was bathed (which felt nice if not for that whole about to be sacrificed aspect of it), and then fed. Well fed would imply I wanted to eat what they were serving, but I didn't get much of a choice in the matter. It wasn't exactly cannibalism, but it was close (I'll leave that up to your imagination). After all that I was taken to the hole where my fellow slaves had been digging. The slaves were gone, all the freaky creatures were there as well as members of the Ronerawth Royals like the man who had met me in the torture chamber. I was carried around the pit, and at key points a man said some words and pricked me with a knife to leave some of my blood, it was rather disorienting to be carried around and repeatedly stabbed.

"And now my lord COME FORTH!" And with that, things got a lot worse, in a real big hurry.