Just a moment ago, I decided to adventure. I was a Swordsman, set on killing a Wolf Demon, exited for my first quest. While traveling, I decided that I should train my skills before facing this Wolf Demon. I couldn't find any wolves, so I looked around in all directions. The only this I saw was a dwarven fortress. I said, "What the hell," and ran up to the place in the dead of night, instantly slaying a AxeDwarf with my Bismuth Bronze Short Sword. I looked at his Steel Battle Axe and smiled. I put away my sword, and picked up the axe, hefting it in my hand. "This'll work," I said, before a child tried to punch me. I roared with laughter, and promptly sliced his head off with one fell swing. I continued into the fortress, finding nothing of interest inside. I searched for a little while before a strange voice entered my head. "Good, my child... good. Now, KILL MAIM BURN!" It said, strong and menacing, while calm and reassuring. I obeyed, climbing up the ramp, and back into the sunlight. I ran around for about a minute before finding a fisher dwarf. I calmly cut into his chest and watched his lifeblood seep out of him as he died. I kicked his corpse before continuing my search for dwarfs. Not a moment later I hear, "I am Mestthos MachineEntered, king of BronzeUnited! Prepare to die!" I chuckled, saying, "So that's the name of this shithole." The King raged, charging at me. I sliced into his chest, but he refused to fall. His Steel Great Hammer crashed into my left arm, bruising it. Good thing I moved my arm when I did, or my blood lust would have ended, as I am left handed. I chopped into him a few more times before slicing him in half across the waist. I laughed, watching blood spurt out of his two halves. In my mind, that menacing voice returned, laughing along with me. At once, I knew it was the unspoken god... Armok. I suddenly grew very cold as the thought shattered my sanity. I let out a blood curdling battle cry, and charged. I didn't know where I was going, but before I knew it, I had crashed into another Axedwarf and a Ranger. I attacked the Axedwarf, all of my strikes bouncing off his chestplate. "Don't worry, child. He isn't tough," The voice said. I spun, slicing the Axedwarf in two, spraying blood everywhere, covering me and his Ranger butt-buddy. I slew the Ranger with two swings, and was off again, before I noticed the bolts sticking out of my chest and head. It didn't hurt, but I could feel a spreading warmth where I was hit. All of the sudden, at least 10 dwarfs rushed me, women and children alike. I was almost shocked before I charged into their masses, slicing limbs and heads clean off, arcing away from the massacre. I didn't leave unscathed though. I had a broken wrist, and most of my body was bruised. As the sun rose, I fell to my knees, feeling faint, and looked over the dead fortress. The world was silent as I fell onto my side, blood pooling around my still body as the sun rose. Dawn was breaking. As I closed my eyes to the warmth of the sun, I knew I had served Armok well...
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