Apiks lie on the cold hard stone of what Gwolfski called his tomb. He lie there, in tatters with his now rusting chainsaw and armor rested up against the coffin as he looked into the empty pot next to him. Food and drink were all gone, and he knew that his magic was no help here. He eyeballed his chainsaw, contemplating if he could find a way to escape. But he would lose strength if he tried, and would wither away without sustenance. His stomach growled and echoed softly through the room, reminding him that every moment he spends thinking he isn't working on escaping.
A noise spooked him as he heard a loud clicking noise. Apiks crawled over to investigate, pressing his hands against the walls that sealed him in, hoping madness wasn't claiming him. Then a feeling of despair fell over him. Even if there was a way out, some unknown force was keeping him here. Then he heard a voice seemingly coming from everywhere.
Be free, ApiksHe pressed his hands against the back wall and his hands phased through into an unworked and abandoned hallway. The rough stone against his hands felt welcome. It wasn't much, but perhaps this would mean he won't die today.
Lurching himself forward into the dark, Apiks found a ramp and slid down, finding what appeared to be an old abandoned Noble quarters. He couldn't tell its familiarity as he smelled something in a side room. A door sealed by mechanics blocked his way, but what he sought was in here: a single serving of reindeer biscuits and a well.
"Are you sure we should be following Monom's orders?"
"I don't trust her one bit. First she says nothing for gods know how long and now she starts barking orders. I say to hell with her and be on our way!"
Three fourmites tasked with removing walls stood before their task. It would take time, but they figured that as long as the unknown "burrow" power held sway over Apiks, he wouldn't be able to escape even with the walls. But why risk it?
"Apiks dug his own grave when he put on that damned crown and damned us all. He deserves this more than anyone."
You three are going to start working now or I'll make sure the undead kill you firstThe three forumites, all stunned, frantically scanned the area for the voice. They turned to the wall and saw a ghostly hand rip out of it, gripping one of the fourmites, lifting him off the ground.
Do I make myself clear?The forumites fearfully shook their head in agreement as the apparition disappeared and quickly went to work. In a few hours of work, the forumites working started to hope and pray Apiks was dead; that this was all for nothing. The forumites broke down the wall and unlocked the door; the moment of truth.
Apiks sat their leaning in his chair while his feet were placed upon a dining table, clad in his full armor, chainsaw in his lap and looking cleaner than any other forumite despite being thought to been trapped in the mud for so long.
"Its about time..." Apiks smirked as the forumites looked stunned, rising from his seat and shoving his way past the three awe stricken forumites.
"Did you miss me?"
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