"COME TO ME MY CHILDREN!" The creature was one that was hard to describe so I won't, just know it was big, ugly, and had a voice that was both booming and howling. The royal family of Ronerawth who were guarding me all marched forward to their doom. It was pretty damned obvious the creature was evil (hello it was trapped in a dimension guarded by monsters devoid of magic, whoever trapped this thing obviously didn't want it getting out). It of course drained the life of these moronic followers (sucked it right out of them, the sound was like when you are trying to drink the rest of a something out of a glass with a straw, exactly like that). Just because magic wasn't completely allowed in this realm, didn't mean I couldn't feel it when it was used like this creature did. The monsters who had held back kept holding back, I though should have been pissing my pants in terror had a small smile on my face.
"TREZLAN COME TO YOUR FATHER!" Why creatures all think they're my daddy either says bad things about my mother or just that its universal things think telling you they are your father will disturb you.
"Yeah about that, no." I didn't want to get close to the creature, I didn't want to get any closer than I was.
"BRING HIM TO ME!" The monsters obeyed (if they were jailers why would they help free the creature? I swear this dimension nonesense made no sense!) I still bleeding from the wound on my hand tossed it on the first creature that came to get me and uttered a curse and took its life, that kept the other creatures back, at least for the time being. As I've said blood magic generally works everywhere (I didn't try it in the lands of the west because I didn't really have time, but I'm sure it would have worked) since the medium for the magic is your own blood, and since my blood was seemingly a catalyst in this horrible place it seemed more potent than ever.
"Look I said no and I'm pretty sure you should have listened." The Creature came forward and then ran into one of the walls I'd constructed (crazily enough using a necromancers blood for your ritual to reawake your master? Bad idea because while they were doing their ritual I was doing my own!).
"WHAT IS THIS?"
"Your doom, you should have just kept in your little hole in the ground, that was at least keeping you alive, now? Now you have run across the real power in this world. Trezlan Gods Damned Lorentino!" The blood ritual was fairly simple, much like the blood trap employed years ago against Morley. The creature was no smarter than that necromancer had been and attempted to cross my wall, it ripped itself apart in the process (again no real description, but I'll say this, I stunk for like two weeks straight). As soon as the stinking corpse hit the ground I was back in the real world as well as everyone else who had been in that weird dimension. The monsters thankfully were not. And everyone was so thankful they promptly threw me out of Ronerawth again, the stupid jerks!
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