Eternal
You pull out your dagger and begin repeatedly stabbing the troll in the arm to the point where you nearly sever it. Its grip loosens as it hisses in pain. You nearly get your head punched in by the troll’s other fist, but you fall backwards on the walkway in time for it to miss. The troll fails to follow up with another attack since it attempts to remove the sword from its neck presumably to regenerate properly.
Taking advantage of this breather you cast a lightning blast right at the sword, which acts as a great conductor to fry the troll inside and out. You have to back up just so the troll’s flailing body doesn’t hit you. Eventually when the troll’s body is burned to a crisp and you’re fairly certain you’ve fried its vital organs enough that it can’t possibly regenerate you stop and the troll crashes to the floor still smoking and twitching. Then you retrieve your sword and finish decapitating the troll just to be sure.
You take a small rest after your battle, though you keep alert for another troll. Thankfully no more show up, but there’s still the question about Marik and where the hell the trolls came from in the first place. Both potential answers are going to lie in the basement you imagine so that’s where you continue your exploration.
The factory basement is in just about as much disarray as the ground floor and there are a few dead bodies, but no trolls or derro for that matter. You search until you come across a large metal door which has been partially ripped off its hinges, a long set of stairs go down. It would appear there is an even deeper part of the factory.
You go down the stairway, which seems almost like forever and when you finally get to the bottom, you hear a lot of shouting in an unfamiliar language. You walk down a corridor and find a large open area with presumably more factory equipment, but some of it looks very strange. You see machines, which are emanating a lightning arc similar to the spell you can cast or what nature does during a storm. Other things look like giant tubes with something inside, though from this distance you can’t tell what.
Among the machinery you also see short heavily armored figures busily trying to clean up the area. You can’t even see their faces, but you’re guessing these are the infamous derro.
“You there! Who are you surfacer? Are you one of the factory workers?” a deep voice suddenly calls to you from the right. You look and see a very pale figure wearing white coat covered in blood and a bunch of other things you can’t identify. This bald wild-eyed fellow is about the same size as the armored figure so you come to one conclusion.
“The Emperor sent me. Are you Marik?”
“I am Marik…you must be the one he refers to as his son. But why would the Emperor send you here?”
“I was only given orders to come here, but within such time I faced two trolls that apparently slaughtered not only many factory workers, but its supervisor AND several of the Emperor’s Eyes! I had thought they might’ve killed you as well, but since that is not the case, I am hoping that you can shed some light on the situation.”
“Shit, I had a feeling one of them escaped up there, but not two. And I assumed that the fucking poncy wizard would at least be able to handle it. Figures that fop wouldn’t have the stones when faced with such a beast, let alone two of them.”
“Escaped? Excuse me, but what the hell were trolls doing here in the first place? And why did you not send men to help kill the beasts?”
“If you have not noticed by the mess already, but my men and I have been dealing with trolls down here as well.”
“It looks as if you were not fighting them when I arrived and you still have not answered why there were trolls down here in the first place?”
“I know you’re held in high regard by the Emperor and obviously your skills are impressive if a scrawny thing like you can handle two adult trolls, but you will cease questioning me in such a manner now surfacer!”
“I will question your competence if you are the reason for this disaster! These trolls have just caused a stop in production which is vital to the Emperor’s war on the Felkan Kingdom!”
Marik’s expression begins to show more aggression though he’s smiling at the same time. He almost looks as if he’s going to break into laughter.
“Surfacer, I have known the Emperor much longer than YOU have even been alive! Maybe you’re unfamiliar with the complexities of our relationship, so I will let your words pass as ones of a concerned child for his parent’s wishes. But NEVER question my competence ever again! I am the very reason the Emperor is able to pursue a successful war on the Felkans in the first place! My work here is to find even better ways to crush his enemies! The trolls? Part of my experiments as new weapons for the war! Sometimes experiments fail! Science is not always exact! Do you think YOU were the first Eternal?”
“Yes, I’m well aware I was among the first successful ones, but that still doesn’t excuse why you sent no men to at least scout the factory if you believed trolls had escaped.”
“The Emperor should’ve told you more about our people then. We derro do not step foot on the surface if we can help it. My people may have an alliance with the Emperor, but that alliance does not extend to such madness.”
“I was lead to believe madness was a common derro trait.”
“It is, but even then there are limits! Indeed I may very well be among the most mad and even I will not soil myself by setting foot on your surface world.”
“But the factory is enclosed, you’d still be shielded from the sun if that is death to your kind.”
Marik begins laughing in a tone that is much different from his deep voice. It’s an annoying ear piercing laugh.
“Your ignorance of the derro is embarrassing as is usual for a surfacer. I suggest you learn more in your pitifully short lifespan. Ask your Emperor for guidance, perhaps he will have the patience to tell you more about us, I do not. I have work to do for the Emperor.” Marik says and turns away from you. His fellow derro have been standing by watching the pair of you the entire time as if ready to act if violence should break out.
Violence may still occur if Marik continues to act dismissively towards you.
“Do not walk away from me derro! You still have much to answer for! What exactly is it that you are doing here? What is so important that you so carelessly endanger the war effort? You will give me answers of substance that I can give to the Emperor!”
Your words cause Marik to stop.
“Your loyalty to the Emperor is admirable. Tell me though, what gives you cause to believe that you’d make it out of here to able to report to him?”
“Trust me derro, I may indeed not be able to take all of you, but YOU I would make an example of.”
Marik once again makes that annoying laugh again.
“Your knowledge of the derro continues to lack. If you truly knew anything, you’d know that death is not something the derro fear.”
“And now it is you who do not listen. I said nothing of killing you, I said make an example of. After I beat you within an inch of your life, I’d drag your bloody body to the surface which you obviously loathe so much. I thank you for exposing your flaws within our short meeting.”
Marik turns to face you once again. He studies you as if to assess if you’re being serious. He realizes you are.
“Well, I’ll be. A surfacer nearly as mad as a derro, for it is the only explanation for your threats that you speak out of your ass and ignorance. Heh. Very well then perhaps we do have something in common. Come with me then Eternal, I will satisfy your questions and then you can go tell the Emperor that we’re not just playing with our dicks down here.”
Marik waves away the other derro and tells them to get back to work while he goes on to explain what’s going on down here.
He tells you that while he has provided the Emperor with the gift of gunpowder weapons to combat the Felkans he states that he is bored with creating such things. He wants to move on to other, more interesting things. You don’t exactly understand everything he’s saying, but apparently this includes altering trolls in such a way to use them as living weapons.
Obviously success has eluded him, but Marik claims it will work eventually he just needs more time. He then goes on to say that the schematics of the weapons he’s already made should be somewhat known to surfacers now and that perhaps those weapons could be built in another factory run purely by surfacers. Allowing him of course to work more unencumbered by the possibility of his experiments causing problems in the future.
“I will report this to the Emperor and allow him to decide, but personally I can’t say as this is a good use of time and resources. Better to perfect the weapons you’ve already created than to play around with uncertain ones.”
“Funny you should say that Eternal, because one could say the same of your kind.”
“There is a difference. Obviously when I was born I was still not a mindless untrainable animal like a troll.”
“No, but obviously an effort was made to make you better than the average human and then some. No effort was spared in perfecting you and your kind until some of you actually survived the entire process.”
Marik’s words about the creation of the Eternals peaks your interest.
“Tell me Marik, how much were you involved in the creation of the Eternals?”
“Sadly very little. Most of my ideas for the…project were considered a bit too extreme, then that fool Jacob somehow managed to gain complete control of the project. The advantage of being a surfacer I suppose. If I had control, you and your fellow classmates would’ve been even better. In fact you wouldn’t have had to endure much training at all, you would’ve instantly been BORN with natural skill and talent. (Sigh) If only the Emperor saw the wisdom in continuing the project with me at the helm…I could truly create some living weapons.”
“What are you talking about exactly?”
“For someone so close to the Emperor, I see he keeps you out of the loop on things and if he is then there must be a reason for it. I have probably said too much…I suggest if you want more answers then speak with him. Go now, I have work to do. Much work to do.”
When Marik says this he begins making nervous twitches and see him eye a nearby metal door, which makes you suspicious.
Taking advantage of this breather you cast a lightning blast right at the sword, which acts as a great conductor to fry the troll inside and out. You have to back up just so the troll’s flailing body doesn’t hit you. Eventually when the troll’s body is burned to a crisp and you’re fairly certain you’ve fried its vital organs enough that it can’t possibly regenerate you stop and the troll crashes to the floor still smoking and twitching. Then you retrieve your sword and finish decapitating the troll just to be sure.
You take a small rest after your battle, though you keep alert for another troll. Thankfully no more show up, but there’s still the question about Marik and where the hell the trolls came from in the first place. Both potential answers are going to lie in the basement you imagine so that’s where you continue your exploration.
The factory basement is in just about as much disarray as the ground floor and there are a few dead bodies, but no trolls or derro for that matter. You search until you come across a large metal door which has been partially ripped off its hinges, a long set of stairs go down. It would appear there is an even deeper part of the factory.
You go down the stairway, which seems almost like forever and when you finally get to the bottom, you hear a lot of shouting in an unfamiliar language. You walk down a corridor and find a large open area with presumably more factory equipment, but some of it looks very strange. You see machines, which are emanating a lightning arc similar to the spell you can cast or what nature does during a storm. Other things look like giant tubes with something inside, though from this distance you can’t tell what.
Among the machinery you also see short heavily armored figures busily trying to clean up the area. You can’t even see their faces, but you’re guessing these are the infamous derro.
“You there! Who are you surfacer? Are you one of the factory workers?” a deep voice suddenly calls to you from the right. You look and see a very pale figure wearing white coat covered in blood and a bunch of other things you can’t identify. This bald wild-eyed fellow is about the same size as the armored figure so you come to one conclusion.
“The Emperor sent me. Are you Marik?”
“I am Marik…you must be the one he refers to as his son. But why would the Emperor send you here?”
“I was only given orders to come here, but within such time I faced two trolls that apparently slaughtered not only many factory workers, but its supervisor AND several of the Emperor’s Eyes! I had thought they might’ve killed you as well, but since that is not the case, I am hoping that you can shed some light on the situation.”
“Shit, I had a feeling one of them escaped up there, but not two. And I assumed that the fucking poncy wizard would at least be able to handle it. Figures that fop wouldn’t have the stones when faced with such a beast, let alone two of them.”
“Escaped? Excuse me, but what the hell were trolls doing here in the first place? And why did you not send men to help kill the beasts?”
“If you have not noticed by the mess already, but my men and I have been dealing with trolls down here as well.”
“It looks as if you were not fighting them when I arrived and you still have not answered why there were trolls down here in the first place?”
“I know you’re held in high regard by the Emperor and obviously your skills are impressive if a scrawny thing like you can handle two adult trolls, but you will cease questioning me in such a manner now surfacer!”
“I will question your competence if you are the reason for this disaster! These trolls have just caused a stop in production which is vital to the Emperor’s war on the Felkan Kingdom!”
Marik’s expression begins to show more aggression though he’s smiling at the same time. He almost looks as if he’s going to break into laughter.
“Surfacer, I have known the Emperor much longer than YOU have even been alive! Maybe you’re unfamiliar with the complexities of our relationship, so I will let your words pass as ones of a concerned child for his parent’s wishes. But NEVER question my competence ever again! I am the very reason the Emperor is able to pursue a successful war on the Felkans in the first place! My work here is to find even better ways to crush his enemies! The trolls? Part of my experiments as new weapons for the war! Sometimes experiments fail! Science is not always exact! Do you think YOU were the first Eternal?”
“Yes, I’m well aware I was among the first successful ones, but that still doesn’t excuse why you sent no men to at least scout the factory if you believed trolls had escaped.”
“The Emperor should’ve told you more about our people then. We derro do not step foot on the surface if we can help it. My people may have an alliance with the Emperor, but that alliance does not extend to such madness.”
“I was lead to believe madness was a common derro trait.”
“It is, but even then there are limits! Indeed I may very well be among the most mad and even I will not soil myself by setting foot on your surface world.”
“But the factory is enclosed, you’d still be shielded from the sun if that is death to your kind.”
Marik begins laughing in a tone that is much different from his deep voice. It’s an annoying ear piercing laugh.
“Your ignorance of the derro is embarrassing as is usual for a surfacer. I suggest you learn more in your pitifully short lifespan. Ask your Emperor for guidance, perhaps he will have the patience to tell you more about us, I do not. I have work to do for the Emperor.” Marik says and turns away from you. His fellow derro have been standing by watching the pair of you the entire time as if ready to act if violence should break out.
Violence may still occur if Marik continues to act dismissively towards you.
“Do not walk away from me derro! You still have much to answer for! What exactly is it that you are doing here? What is so important that you so carelessly endanger the war effort? You will give me answers of substance that I can give to the Emperor!”
Your words cause Marik to stop.
“Your loyalty to the Emperor is admirable. Tell me though, what gives you cause to believe that you’d make it out of here to able to report to him?”
“Trust me derro, I may indeed not be able to take all of you, but YOU I would make an example of.”
Marik once again makes that annoying laugh again.
“Your knowledge of the derro continues to lack. If you truly knew anything, you’d know that death is not something the derro fear.”
“And now it is you who do not listen. I said nothing of killing you, I said make an example of. After I beat you within an inch of your life, I’d drag your bloody body to the surface which you obviously loathe so much. I thank you for exposing your flaws within our short meeting.”
Marik turns to face you once again. He studies you as if to assess if you’re being serious. He realizes you are.
“Well, I’ll be. A surfacer nearly as mad as a derro, for it is the only explanation for your threats that you speak out of your ass and ignorance. Heh. Very well then perhaps we do have something in common. Come with me then Eternal, I will satisfy your questions and then you can go tell the Emperor that we’re not just playing with our dicks down here.”
Marik waves away the other derro and tells them to get back to work while he goes on to explain what’s going on down here.
He tells you that while he has provided the Emperor with the gift of gunpowder weapons to combat the Felkans he states that he is bored with creating such things. He wants to move on to other, more interesting things. You don’t exactly understand everything he’s saying, but apparently this includes altering trolls in such a way to use them as living weapons.
Obviously success has eluded him, but Marik claims it will work eventually he just needs more time. He then goes on to say that the schematics of the weapons he’s already made should be somewhat known to surfacers now and that perhaps those weapons could be built in another factory run purely by surfacers. Allowing him of course to work more unencumbered by the possibility of his experiments causing problems in the future.
“I will report this to the Emperor and allow him to decide, but personally I can’t say as this is a good use of time and resources. Better to perfect the weapons you’ve already created than to play around with uncertain ones.”
“Funny you should say that Eternal, because one could say the same of your kind.”
“There is a difference. Obviously when I was born I was still not a mindless untrainable animal like a troll.”
“No, but obviously an effort was made to make you better than the average human and then some. No effort was spared in perfecting you and your kind until some of you actually survived the entire process.”
Marik’s words about the creation of the Eternals peaks your interest.
“Tell me Marik, how much were you involved in the creation of the Eternals?”
“Sadly very little. Most of my ideas for the…project were considered a bit too extreme, then that fool Jacob somehow managed to gain complete control of the project. The advantage of being a surfacer I suppose. If I had control, you and your fellow classmates would’ve been even better. In fact you wouldn’t have had to endure much training at all, you would’ve instantly been BORN with natural skill and talent. (Sigh) If only the Emperor saw the wisdom in continuing the project with me at the helm…I could truly create some living weapons.”
“What are you talking about exactly?”
“For someone so close to the Emperor, I see he keeps you out of the loop on things and if he is then there must be a reason for it. I have probably said too much…I suggest if you want more answers then speak with him. Go now, I have work to do. Much work to do.”
When Marik says this he begins making nervous twitches and see him eye a nearby metal door, which makes you suspicious.