INTERACTIVE STORY
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Marta and Romahna had entered a tavern.
"Where is this?" asked Romanha.
"This 'ere is the Mad Cow," replied Marta.
"Hey! Is also the Crazed Heifer!" someone called out in an Italian accent.
"Who are you?" demanded Romanha.
"I am the Famous Ridolfo!" he cried, grabbing his lute and strumming it. The lute was in need of tuning.
"Oooh! Don't you play that thing well!" gushed Marta. Romanha was having none of it.
"Never mind all that!" she snapped. "We're looking for Sidriss' soul."
Ridolfo flinched.
"Hey, I'm not getting mixed up with her!" he said. "I no wanna be a fisherman again!"
"Move it!" barked Romanha. Ridolfa did as he was told. The three left the inn amid stares from the surrounding folk.
"The trouble with them lot," spoke an old man, "is they don't know how to relax," and promptly vanished, along with everyone else.
Meanwhile, Treguard, Lord Fear, Scarkill and Lissard had cornered Sidriss' soul.
"Go on, Treguard!" cried Fear.
"Spellcasting B A G!" boomed Treguard. A large bag appeared and captured the faint, ghost-like image of Sidriss.
"Now summon that pompous old fool, Hordriss," ordered Fear.
"Wait!" cried Scarkill, staring at the wall. "Look, your Fearship!"
Everyone turned and looked at the sewer wall. It was...phasing. The colours were all wrong and seemed to be changing. Before long the entire sewer was pulsing with colour.
"What's going on, Lordness?" breathed Lissard.
"How should I know? You stupid reptile," spat Fear.
"Perhaps we'd better leave," said Treguard quietly. They continued on their way along the sewer. Before long, they came to a large portal.
"What's in here?" asked Treguard.
"It used to be the quest chamber," replied Fear. "It isn't any more, though. I moved them all to Marblehead."
"Let's go in, then," said Scarkill.
They walked through. Suddenly, they were confronted with a rush of air and for several terrifying seconds were thrashing about wildly in the dark, their feet not even touching the ground. When the wind died down, Lord Fear took a deep breath.
"This isn't Goth," he murmered.
"Where is it, then, your Fearship?" asked Scarkill.
"This is Marblehead," replied Fear. He was right, too. And not only was it Marblehead, it was the Marblehead quest chamber.
"How can this be possible?" demanded Fear.
"Well, since the quest objects are a constant in the dungeon, their temporal location must be linked to their physical location," said Treguard. "But since the reality of the dungeon is not a constant, and since the dungeon is going haywire, it must be..."
"Ha!" cried Fear, interrupting Treguard.
"What is it, your Lordness?" asked Lissard. Lord Fear had shot across the room and picked up a ring.
"Phobic design!" he shrieked, putting it on. There was a flash of light.
"I have my powers back!" he cried, overjoyed.
"Terrific," murmered Treguard.
"Excuse me, won't you, old thing?" crooned Fear, and snapped his fingers. Sylvester Hands appeared in the middle of the room.
"Ooh! What was that?" he rasped. He turned and saw Fear.
"Ah! There you are!" he announced, and grabbed his catapult. "No mistakes this time!"
Lord Fear snapped his fingers and Hand's catapult turned into a snake. He screamed and dropped it on the floor, where it slithered away to hide under a barrel.
"You...you got your powers back?" he whispered.
"You bet!" cried Fear.
"Do you mean all this time he was powerless?" whispered Scarkill to Treguard, clearly disgusted.
"I'm afraid so," replied Treguard.
"Rats," hissed Lissard.
"I'm gonna make you sorry you ever drew breath!" screamed Fear. Hands cowered.
"I'm sorry, your Fearshipness!" he whimpered.
"There's no time for this," announced Treguard. "We have to call Hordriss."
"You're right," sighed Fear. "I'll kill you later, Hands. Morghana is top of my list at the moment. That evil cow is gonna regret zapping MY powers!"
"Malefact, Malefact, Malefact!" cried Treguard. Hordriss appeared. Looking around, he realised what had happened, and snapped his fingers to summon Mellisandre and Gibbett, too.
"What's this? A reunion party?" asked Fear sarcastically.
"Silence, Fear!" barked Hordriss. "For your information, Level Two is disintegrating."
"That explains the strange behaviour in Goth," breathed Treguard.
"Goth disintegrated?" asked Hordriss.
"No, but it was phasing," replied Treguard. "As if it was only half-there."
"That makes sense," said Hordriss. "Goth has also been Level Three in the past. Only the Level Two part of it disintegrated."
"I'm confused," murmered Scarkill.
"Shut up, Scarkill!" snapped Fear. "Well, do what you have to do, then!" he ordered.
"Have you the bag?" asked Hordriss.
"I do," replied Treguard.
"Then it is time," replied Hordriss. He reached into his pocket and withdrew the bottle with Sidriss/Morghana.
"Hurry! Before Morghana finds out!" urged Treguard.
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Little did they know, though, that only a few rooms away, oblivious to it all, were Aesandre, Maldame and Greystagg. They were watching as Pickle, Majida and Kully emerged in a forest.
"Dunkley Wood, I believe," sneered Aesandre. "They have approximately fifteen minutes before Level Two disintegrates completely!"
"Is this entirely necessary?" asked Greystagg wearily.
"Don't be a fool!" hissed Maldame. "You've seen the bones. You know that they are the ones that ensure the survival of Lord Fear. Without them, the Powers that Be will still win."
"Yes, but there are many more casualties other than Lord Fear," said Greystagg. "There must be another way."
"There isn't!" cried Aesandre. "Those three letting Mogdred and Morghana out of the Phase Trap gave us our first proper chance of toppling Fear! We cannnot afford not to take advantage of it!"
"Oh, very well," sighed Greystagg. They watched as Pickle, Majida and Kully scrambled to their feet and realised where they were.
"We have to get out!" screamed Kully.
"This way!" ordered Pickle.
A booming voice enveloped the entire wood.
"My, my! Three tasty tid-bits! Won't someone be pleased?" came the voice, followed by a peal of hideous laughter.
"Oh, no, LOOK!" cried Majida. They looked up and saw a giant cobweb suspended over the branches of the trees. They heard a rustling in the distance.
"Guess who's come to supper!" the voice cackled.
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Hordriss uncorked the bottle and Sidriss's body emerged from it in a puff of smoke.
"First, we must exorcise Morghana," Hordriss announced. He closed his eyes and began an incantation.
"I hope this works," whispered Treguard.
Suddenly, Sidriss's eyes opened. They burned red. With a wave of her hand, Hordriss was knocked off his feet and sent flying into the far wall. He crumpled, groaning before passing out. Sidriss advanced upon him. Mellisandre screamed and hid behind Gibbett, who promptly hid behind her.
"How long has it been, Hordriss?" Morghana spoke through Sidriss. She sent a bolt of lightning into Hordriss, who shook violently and screamed in agony. Even Lord Fear was taken aback by the ferocity of the attack.
"Stop!" boomed Treguard. Morghana spun around and looked Treguard right in the eye.
"And you!" she hissed. "You have the BAG! Give it to me."
"Never," said Treguard. Morghana looked at him with an expression of pure hate.
"Then you shall die," she said softly.
In another part of Marblehead, Greystagg twitched.
"What's that?" she asked.
"What's what?" replied Maldame.
"Someone is here," spat Aesandre.
"I can feel it now," shivered Greystagg. Aesandre waved her hand along the viewscreen. An image of Sidriss with Lord Fear, Treguard, Scarkill, Lissard, Mellisandre, Gibbett and an unconscious Hordriss blurred into existence.
"It is happening already!" cried Aesandre.
The three sorceresses joined hands and pointed to the high ceiling. A wave of energy rippled through the chamber and seemed to solidify. A force field.
"We can now begin the final phase," announced Aesandre. "Mogdred!" she boomed into the viewscreen.
Mogdred's image appeared. He looked up from the viewer in Treguard's antechamber.
"All is ready," Aesandre boomed. Mogdred cackled.
"Then I shall see you all soon!" he cooed. "For now, though, it's party time!"
Mogdred waved his hand over the viewer to see Sidriss/Morghana, Treguard, Fear, Scarkill, Lissard, Mellisandre, Gibbett and Hordriss. He seemed to distort himself, bending over, contorting. He dived into the viewer, leaving behind a fireball that engulfed Treguard's antechamber. Within seconds, it was a charred wreck.
Meanwhile, back in Marblehead, Sidriss/Morghana was moving in for the kill.
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Pickle, Majida and Kully had closed their eyes, wincing at the prospect of being bled dry by a giant arachnid. They had already got stuck on a giant cobweb. Suddenly, a dozen goblin horns sounded. They opened their eyes.
"What the..." began Kully.
A hoard of goblins, hobgolins, and....Motley and Folly had emerged from the trees. The goblins began working on the cobweb trying to free its captives.
"Right, madam!" began Motley, boldly standing in front of Ariadne. "You are so ugly that you makes toadstools feel gorgeous!"
Folly helped too.
"Ariande!" he announced, "the haemerrhoid on legs!"
"The eight-legged goblin pat!" cried Motley. A couple of goblins looked at him.
"No offence, mates," gulped Motley. The goblins went back to what they were doing.
"The massive sh..." began Folly.
"That's done it!" cried Motley, as Ariadne skulked off, humiliated and unable to stand any more abuse.
"Well done!" gasped Pickle, freed from the cobweb.
"An alliance weeeth Goblins!" said Majida incredulously.
"Now we must hurry!" urged Motley. "Level Two is, as they say, coming apart at the seams!"
"I never knew goblins read the bones," said Folly, shaking his head.
"Come on, everyone!" boomed Motley. "I know a short cut!"
So, the band of goblins, with Pickle, Majida, Kully, Motley and Folly ran off down a dirt track. Behind them, a deserted clearing began to shimmer in multiple colours.
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"Well, madam," boomed Fear to Morghana/Sidriss, "it's been fun and I can't say I'm not a little turned on by all this, but you really have to go!"
Fear flexed his hand, instructing his Phobic ring to power-up. He reached back and tried to summon a fireball.
"Take THAT!" he cried. Nothing happened. He gulped.
"Something wrong?" cooed Morghana sweetly. She flicked her wrist and Fear was engulfed in a wave of green energy. He convulsed in agony. The green faded away and he collapsed onto the floor.
"This is unbearable!" cried Greystagg.
"Oh, be quiet!" barked Maldame, who had been blocking Fear's ring with snaps of her fingers.
"We have been through this already!" snapped Aesandre.
"This is not right," said Greystagg softly.
"Who cares about what's right?!" screamed Maldame. "The fact is that Fear is about to become Dungeon Dust!"
Morghana had turned her attention to Treguard.
"And you, warder," she spat, "have always been nothing less than an irritation!"
She threw an energy field at him. He was flung across the room, mortally wounded. She advanced upon him.
"Die, Dungeon Master!" she screamed. Suddenly, she was engulfed by a red glow. She shrieked, thrashing wildly. For a split second, there were two people there - Sidriss and Morghana. Then, there was an explosion of light. Sidriss's body was left lying on the ground, and the echo of a scream was left rattling around the castle. Hordriss, exhausted by that major expenditure of energy, passed out completely.
"Treguard," whispered Fear, struggling for breath. Treguard slowly opened his eyes.
"What is it?" he rasped.
"The spell," Fear replied. "Dispell it! Morghana is gone."
"Dispell; G A B," Treguard gasped, barely making it through the incantation. The whispy image of Sidriss appeared. It hovered for a moment before moving over to her body, and settling inside.
Sidriss's eyes opened. She moaned. Scarkill went over and picked her up. She looked at him and shuddered.
"Don't worry, miss," he said softly. "No goblins today."
"I think we've done it!" whispered Lissard. "We've won!"
"Is it safe now?" whispered Hands, who had been hiding behind some barrels.
"Such fools!" laughed Maldame. "They have no idea!"
"I'm putting an end to this right now!" barked Greystagg. She turned around, and shot power bolts at the forcefield around the viewing chamber. Suddenly, she stopped, a look of horror on her face. She was frozen.
"She was getting quite irritating!" snorted Aesandre.
"Now all we do is sit back and watch!" cried Maldame. "In a few moments, Lord Fear will be just a distant memory!"
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[Why have you been replying to yourself for several days Malefact? Don't mean to offend- just wondering.]
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[Yes, that makes sense. Oh well, good luck with it.]
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[Hi, it's me - I haven't been posted for a while due to some PC problems, but it's fixed now so I'm back ;D Been reading this story - it's brilliant and I don't want it to end! I've got a contribution for it, something along the lines of Maldame and Aesandre having a catfight, but I can't think how to word it! Can someone else take my idea and adapt it a bit please? I know they'll make it better than I would!]
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[I say go for it, Velda!]
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[I'm sorry I've been replying to myself; I had too much to add for just one post (there's a limit). Anyway, I'm not adding anything until someone else has!
btw, I've drawn up a list of all the characters from Km who haven't yet appeared in the story. I thought it'd be great if they could all turn up just in the nick of time!
I love the idea of a catfight!]
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[Finally - here's my contribution for the story, with a little help from somebody. ;)]
Aesandre stepped back and viewed the chaos on the viewscreen. "Once Lord Fear has been disposed of", she said, "I will deal with that old fool Mogdred. His powers are in no way as formidable as mine. And once I've defeated him, I shall take my rightful place as ruler of the dungeon", she said haughtily.
Maldame spun round on hearing this. "You?", she spat. "Your power is extremely limited compared to Mogdred's! And if you don't mind me saying so, my powers supercede your own! If anyone takes over from Mogdred, it'll be me!"
Aesandre turned sharply towards Maldame, drew her hand back and fired an energy ball at her. It struck Maldame hard and she staggered back a few steps, her breath knocked out of her. When she recovered, there was a raging fire in her eyes. "You'll pay for that!", she shrieked, and in return she fired an energy ball at Aesandre.
It missed. Instead of hitting it's intended target, it hit the side of the belfry, thus knocking out their protective force field.
"Idiot! Look what you've done", screamed the ice sorceress at her rival.
"Me?", Maldame replied angrily, "it was you who started this! You, with your illusions of grandeur, thinking you can really beat Mogdred and myself!"
"Oh, look who's talking!" screamed Aesandre, "You have less power than an earthworm!"
Suddenly there was a blinding flash near to where the forcefield had been, and out of this flash appeared a group of people. But this wasn't just any old group of people. It consisted of Heggatty, Peggatty, Mildread, Mrs Goody and Lillith. The Witches Alliance! They all rushed into where Aesandre and Maldame were in an intense catfight, punching, slapping, scratching and pulling each other's hair. They were so mad at each other that they didn't notice the motley group of witches rush into the room. They stared in amusement at what was happening.
Lillith noticed the frozen figure of Greystagg, standing silently in the corner of the room. She went over to it and observed that her face was frozen in a shocked expression. Lillith looked at the statue with concern, stood back a little from it, drew her hand back and fired an energy ball at the frozen Witch Queen.
Greystagg stirred into life, coughing and spluttering. Although she had been frozen for the last while, she had observed everything that had happened. She looked at Lillith and smiled.
"Thank you Lillith", she said gratefully.
"What are sisters for?", crooned Lillith.
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[Well done Velda! This old crone - bald wizard composite is very proud. ]
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[Now we're really cooking!!!]
Pickle, Majida, Kully, Motley, Folly and the goblins were running as fast as they could through the forest but the destruction was catching them up.
"We'll never get off this level!" cried Kully. Everyone was starting to despair. Suddenly, two dragons swooped out of the sky and into the distance, landing several hundred meters away.
"That was Smirkenorf!" cried Pickle.
"But who was the other one?" asked Majida, panting.
"Let's find out!" shouted Kully.
After running flat out, they arrived at a large clearing.
"Get on!" ordered Smirkenorf.
"Oh, thankyou!" gasped Pickle.
"Quickly!" urged Owen, "there is no time to lose!"
"Who are you, by the way?" asked Kully.
"My name's Owen. Get on!!!"
Everyone clambered onto the dragons' backs. Some of the goblins had to climb onto their feet. It took a while for the dragons to take off, as they were so weighed down. Off they went, though, just as the wake was catching up.
"That was close!" breathed Majida.
Meanwhile, back in Marblehead, Treguard and Hordriss were being attended to by Mellisandre and Gibbett.
"Talk to me, Treguard!" cried Mellisandre. It was no use, though. He was almost dead.
"Lord Fear, can't you do something?" she screamed.
Lord Fear huffed.
"This goes against my principals, but I'll try," he muttered. "Let's hope my ring decides to work this time."
He extended his arm. Fortunately, since Aesandre and Maldame were currently rather busy with a group of riled witches, no-one blocked the ring's power. Treguard and Hordriss glowed brightly for a moment, and then all was well. They opened their eyes.
"I suppose I should thank you, Lord Fear," whispered Treguard, who staggered to his feet, aided by Mellisandre.
"It's not too late to switch sides, you know," spoke Hordriss.
"You old fool!" shrieked Fear. "I am giving you lot thirty seconds to get out of my tower, for old time's sake! Then, we're going to continue where we left off, before some meddling old crone stole my powers!"
"Father?" called Sidriss weakly.
"I'm here, Sidriss," replied Hordriss, rushing over to help his daughter. "Everything's all right now."
"Everything is very far from alright, my old friend!" came a deep, sinister voice.
All the torches on the wall suddenly started to burn with green flame. A deep, dark shadow grey out of the far wall, and out of it stepped Mogdred.
"Oh, rats," muttered Fear. "I forgot about him."
"Ambition is a very dangerous thing," boomed Greystagg to Maldame and Aesandre, who were suspended in mid-air, wailing.
"Let us go!" screached Maldame.
"What shall we do with them?" asked Mildread coyly.
"I got some potions to test out!" laughed Mistress Goody.
"What about some fireballs, eh?" giggled Peggerty.
"You and your fireballs!" sighed Heggerty.
"No," said Greystagg flatly. "Something quick and simple."
She snapped her fingers. Aesandre and Maldame vanished.
"Where'd you send them to, eh?" asked Heggerty.
"I sent them to meet someone," replied Greystagg, smiling.
Aesandre and Maldame materialised in a large pit. Looking around, they saw the hideous image of a large pooka moving towards them, hungry for energy. They tried to banish it. They tried energy bolts. Nothing worked. Needless to say, the pooka had its fill of nourishment that day.
Smirkenorf and Owen landed outside Marblehead, totally exhausted. Their passengers disembarked.
"Come on!" cried Pickle. "We have to save Treguard! He doesn't know what's happening!"
A huge peal of hideous laughter rang out from the entire tower. It rattled along the walls and made the bars on the dungeon doors rattle. Above the tower, black storm clouds were gathering.
"Mogdred!" gasped Majida.
"If you want my opinion," remarked Smirkenorf, "they're all done for."
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People had started to arrive at Marblehead. They were congregating at the main entrance. However, a huge iron portcullis stood between them and the dark door into the tower.
"How did you lot get here?" cried Cedric.
"A lot of luck," replied Kully.
"Anyone have any ideas how to get in?" asked Gumboil.
Everyone shook their heads.
"Wait!" cried Majida. "I know!"
"What?" asked everyone.
"One team who got here before used a green gem. Maldame gave eet to them. She said that doors opened for it."
"How do we get hold of it?" demanded Cedric.
"I don't know," sighed Majida.
"Well, that's a big help! Dog's Bottom!"
"Don't talk to her like that!" shouted Pickle.
"Ah, shuttup you miserable pig's bladder!"
"Look!" cried Kully.
Everyone spun around and saw an army of people moving towards them, headed by Brother Mace.
"Look who we found!" he cried.
The croud consisted of Brother Mace, Brother Strange, Gretel, Romanha, Marta, Ridolfo, Snapper Jack, Velda, Elita, Olaf, Bumptious the Miner, McGrew, a cloaked Boatman, the Gatemaster, Julius Scaramonger, Ah Wok, Rothberry the Apothecary, Sir Hugh de Witless, Honesty Bartrum, Gundrada, Raptor, Fidget, Stiletta, Gwendoline and two giants - one with a large moustache, and one with horns.
"We can't get past this door!" cried Pickle.
"Well, we've brought along some friends who can help with that," replied Mace.
Suddenly, eleven wall monsters appeared around the portcullis; Granitas, Olgarth, Igneous, Golgarach, Brangwen, Dooris, Doorkis, Dooreen, two blockers and the Brollochan.
"Brangwen and I were able to convert them to our cause," droned Brollochan.
The monsters moved towards each other. With a flash of light, they were gone. In their place, there was a single giant wall monster - an amalgam. It rammed itself into the portcullis, ripping it in two. With a cheer, everyone ran for the entrance.
Meanwhile, in the high turret, Mogdred was summoning his energy bolts.
"Do something, your Lordships!" screached Hands.
"There's nothing I can do," muttered Fear. Mogdred cackled.
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"Let's get out of here," muttered Lillith, and summoned a portal back to her domain in Level One.
"Wait!" cried Greystagg. "We must help Treguard."
"That meddling Dungeon Master?" screached Lillith. "What for?"
"Would you be happy to have Mogdred in charge?" cried Greystagg. Lillith muttered something under her breath.
"I'll leave the portal here," she said. "We shall in all probability be needing to make a quick exit."
"What are you going to do to us?" cried Scarkill nervously.
"I haven't decided yet," crooned Mogdred. "It will not, however, be pleasent!"
He hesitated, seemingly distracted by something. He then turned back hurridly.
"Perhaps I shall leave you to a few of my friends, for now," he said malevolently. With a wave of his hand, he conjured up a Catacombite, a pooka, a stormgeist, a Cavern wraith and a Skeletron. The door behind Lissard opened.
"Run!" screamed Mogdred, laughing. Treguard, Fear, Mellisandre, Gibbett, Hands, Scarkill and Lissard turned and ran as fast as they could out of the room, followed by the monsters.
Mogdred turned. Greystagg, Lillith and the witches materialised in front of him.
"So!" murmered Mogdred, "betrayal."
"Your presence in this phase is destroying the dungeon," Lillith barked.
"Marvellous, isn't it?" cried Mogdred.
"Everybody split up!" gasped Treguard, as they came to a junction of corridors. Fortunately, there were more of them than there were monsters. After a while, Treguard realised that he wasn't being pursued. He smiled, a plan formulating in his head. He raced as fast as he could towards a room he knew contained an object that could turn the tables in his favour.
The room was quite small and shabby-looking. That was all part of the act, of course. It disguised the real power inside it. Treguard noticed a sword on the wall. Grinning, he took it. Written on the handle was "WYRMSLAYER".
"That's useful," he muttered. After looking around, he saw what he wanted. It was a small, wooden box. With a deep breath, he opened it. The huge sound of a horn rang out. Not a goblin horn - something a lot more ominous.
"The first blast," breathed Treguard. "Mogdred will not survive this."
Mogdred looked up, recognising the sound. He snarled.
"I shall deal with you, later," he snapped at the witches, and disappeared.
"What was that?" gasped Pickle.
"That was the first blast!" cried Olaf. "When the third blast sounds the dungeon will disintegrate!"
"Permanently?!!" screamed Kully.
"No," replied Velda. "It will reform for the next phase, but almost everything will be obliterated. The next phase will be totally unlike this one."
"That means we'll be destroyed, too!" cried Brother Strange, dismayed.
"Mogdred, too," replied Elita. "That's probably why it's happening."
"How long do we have?" asked Gundrada nervously.
"No more than fifteen minutes," replied Velda softly. "Then everything will be destroyed."
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Treguard stood frozen to the spot, unable to quite comprehend what he was doing, he was ending this phase of the dungeon with himself and his assistants inside it.A cold breeze rattled through the chamber followed by a bolt of lightning.
"Very courageous of you Treguard, but very fool hardy" said a voice Treguard recognised immediately.
"Sometimes we have to make the ultimate sacrifice for the greater good Merlin" he replied
"You are the Dungeon master, the Dungeon needs you. If you sacrifice yourself now, it will be unprotected, the opposition will run rampant. I cannot allow you to do this" Merlin argued
Treguard moved to argue his point but Merlin was having none of it.
"Spellcasting F R E E Z E". The horn, in the box had been moving to sound again but suddenly stopped.
"What are you doing?" exclaimed Treguard
"I'm giving you a chance to get everyone out of the dungeon before it disintegrates", replied Merlin, "unfortunately my magic is not as powerful as it once was, I cannot stop the horn for long. Go, get out of here, I will take care of Mogdred"
"But Merlin...." started Treguard
"No buts Dungeon Master, Mogdred is my problem and I will take care of him, survival and the preservation of the Dungeons' inhabitants is yours. Go now, if all is successful I hope that we shall one day fight side by side once again" Merlin argued
Treguard looked at Merlin fondly and smiled, "Very well, thank you. Good luck to you Merlin"
"And to you too Treguard" Merlin replied
And with WRYMSLAYER in his hand Treguard bolted out of the chamber to find everyone.
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[Nice one, steveir!]
Just as the army was entering the tower, Sylvester Hands ran out, speeding right past them screaming. He was followed closely by a Skeletron.
"I say!" cried Gundrada. "I don't know what that thing is but I'd like to chop it up!"
"Eet is called a Skeletron," Majida told her.
"Not that thing!" shrieked Gundrada, "I mean that dirty thing that smells like Pooka poo!"
"That's Sylvester Hands," chuckled Mace.
"And he's finally getting his come-uppence," laughed Gwendoline.
Then, Scarkill ran past them, too - followed by a giant Pooka.
"HELP!" he screamed.
"I'd rather watch!" laughed Elita.
"We'd better help them," said McGrew. "They probably know this place a lot better than us."
"I suppose you're right," huffed Gundrada.
"OK," sniffed Elita.
Gundrada went off after the Skeletron. She found it advancing upon Hands. She drew her sword and hacked the thing into bits.
"Ooh! Thanks!" leered Hands. "Who are you?"
"I am Gundrada, the Sword Mistress!" she replied grandly, "and I'll thank you to take your filthy hands off me!"
Elita, meanwhile, had tracked down the Pooka.
"Get lost, you tower of ugliness!" she screamed. "You can't scare me when I scare you!"
It worked, surprisingly enough. The Pooka decided it would be better off gobbling animals in the forest - at least they couldn't nag you to death. It vanished.
"We need a guide," snapped Elita.
"You've got it!" gasped Scarkill.
Meanwhile, a large Catacombite was making life rather unpleasent for Lissard. Despite his dexterity, he was eventually cornered. He flinched, expecting a gruesome death.
"Spellcasting F R E E Z E R!" came a deep, booming voice. The Catacombite stood rooted to the spot, unmoving. Lissard opened his eyes. Behind the Catacombite stood Hordriss and Sidriss. He gasped with relief.
"Come quickly!" urged Hordriss. "There is very little time!"
Elsewhere still, Mogdred had tracked down Treguard.
"You are a fool!" he screamed.
"It's the only way to stop you, Mogdred," replied Treguard.
"You'll all be destroyed, too!" Mogdred cried, with a touch of fear in his voice.
"We were destroyed years ago, Mogdred," snapped Treguard. "The only reason everyone has come back is because the dungeon is malfunctioning!"
"What about you, then?" breathed Mogdred. "You are not part of the dungeon! You were never destroyed originally! But you will be!"
"That is a price I am willing to pay," said Treguard softly.
"Where is the box?!" screamed Mogdred. Treguard said nothing.
"If you don't tell me, I will make you feel pain you never thought possible!" Mogdred hissed. Treguard remained unmoved. Mogdred raised his hands, summoning all the energy he had.
Just as Mogdred was about to release his bolts of power, someone grabbed his hands. He misfired, hitting the ceiling. The whole tower shook.
"It is time," said Merlin. "We cannot put off the inevitable any longer."
"I refuse!" screamed Mogdred, struggling to get away but failing. The two began to spark. A green and blue hazy veil of energy enveloped them.
"Run, Dungeon Master!" cried Merlin. Treguard turned and made off down the corridor as fast as he could. Above him, he heard the sound of crumbling. The entire tower of Marblehead was coming apart. Masonry began to fall.
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