Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150819063938/@comment-26664320-20150912034403

The Darbringer woke from his nightmare at the stench of light that grew nearer and nearer, as he tried to stand up using a piece of scrap metal as a crutch he collapsed back towards the ground of the wreck. He then realized that his arm was broken; darkness seeped from his many wounds and the Darkbringer knew he did not have long before he slowly bled out, he needed fresh light to sustain him.

"Do not fear what is inferior," the voice spoke softly.

"There are two many of them," the Dark One spoke with a spark of terror in his voice, "Three of them are near no doubt to rescue that warlock wretch!" He clenched his fists and slammed them against the hard metal surface in his frustration.

"There is much talk, and I have listened," the voice spoke, " through rock and metal and time, now I talk and you shall listen."

"Rise," as the voice spoke the Dark One felt less pain and a torrent of the dark surrounded him closing his wounds.

"If you are recovered, let us begin." the voice said. The Darkbringer then stood up and loaded his hand cannon as he approached the exit from his resting place, and then he silently strode out eager to accomplish the task in mind.