Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150521200045/@comment-26355186-20150629123229

(Do you want me to create the new thread now? I can do that if you want to. Lemme just drop some build-up on you first.)

As the Wizard escaped through the portal, it found itself inside a giant Hive Fortress, named "Tomb of the Skull", for that was what it was. The stronghold had been built around the resting place for Enxor's skull and scythe, the two most important pieces of the god. Now, it was the base of operations for the Bones of Enxor sect, but only the most important members of the cult was allowed entrance. As the Wizard dragged the Bone Zealot through the labyrinth of corridors, it felt the unnerving presence of Enxor's foremost servant. Its true name was unknown even to itself, but it had many other names. The Fiend of Ceres it was known to the few survivors from the Reef Cataclysm, lower-ranked Hive called it the Ritual-master, and by the leaders of the Bones of Enxor it was called the Wielder of Demise.

The Wizard reached a huge bridge that stretched out for several hundreds of metres, and at the end, the oldest Bone Zealot known, the Zealot of the Skull sat atop a throne made of human bones and skulls, stolen from the bodies of the people that fell victim to the Reef Cataclysm. The Wizard released her grip on the now-dead Bone Zealot, and started to move towards the skull throne. In each of the shadows of the pillars that held the bridge up, an ever-vigilant Bone Zealot stood guard, watching the Wizard as she passed them. When the Wizard reached the end of the bridge she kneeled, for not only did the Skull Zealot sit on his throne, but at his side, the Fiend hovered, shrouded us usual in a pitch-black cloak that covered its body. A few moments of eerie silence took place between the trio, but the a loud demonic voice rang out, anger in its tone. It was the Skull Zealot who spoke.

"You return. But I see no proof of your success. And the Crusaders we sent out with you, where are they?"

The kneeling Wizard did not answer, but revealed what she carried under her robes. A snow-white bone, just as large as the Wizards own arm.

"A small part, but a part nonetheless.", the Fiend spoke with its calm, quiet, bonechilling voice.

"I had not expected this. Keeper!" With quick steps, a Knight, commonly known as Fallax, Keeper of Bones, rounded the huge bone pile, grabbed the preoffered part of Enxor, and left without a word.

"Your victory is an important one, Wizard." the Skull Zealot said. The Wizard, who was still kneeling, slightly rose its head. "However, your recklessness have made us lose far to many good servants, and that cannot go unpunished.", the Skull Zealot continued. A trio of Bone Zealots quickly came up behind the Wizard, two grabbed her limbs, holding her down, and the third one put his Cleaver at the neck of the unfortunate Wizard, preparing to execute her at the word of his master.

"Not only that, my lord, but this one have revealed our agenda to a group of Guardians.", the Fiend said.

"WHAT!?", the Zealot of the Skull screamed, enraged. "HOW!?"

"She probed the mind of a Light-wielder, and upon doing so, their memories was shared. To make matters worse, she tried to probe the minds of other Light-wielders as well. All of them now know the location of the remaining parts of our hallowed god, and what we intend to do with them."

"No matter. We can use this to our advantage. We will set up a trap for them, we will wipe them out when they come for us." With a flick from his hand, the Skull Zealot ordered his guards to execute the Wizard. "The Light will soon wither away, and Darkness will reign, with Enxor as its KING!", he said, as the head of the Wizard dropped to the ground.