As maladok walked on through the near endless sands, the abysmal heat was beginning to take it's toll upon his weary mind, he began seeing cat-like warriors running across the dunes "I have to stop stop listening to that old fool's drivel about demons" he said.
Finding an old tomb. Maladok decided anyrhing was better than this heat, weary from his days of travel, he decided to rest for the night.
The smell of decay surronded hin as he awoke, Maladok saw a horadrim ancient before him with a small army of the undead, the chains that bound hin to a pillar were rusted and weak, but he knew that he would surely die if he were to free himself without any weapons.
Days passed.the room still reeked with decay and Maladok was growing rather sickened by the odor, he finally decided that he was going to die from thirst if he stayed much longer, with a shower of rusted metal he broke his bonds "I shall not be chained!" he yelled as he grabbed the mummy's scythe-arm snapping it free from it's former owner, swinging his new-found weapon windly he recieved nothing but a score of wounds for his efforts.
This seemed like the end for Maladok,but as the undead advanced, he heard the mighty shout "praise the Griez!" the legionaires of Griez rushed into the small room, overcoming the undead with superior skill and numbers "there's the fool who attacked the great and all powerful Griez!" yelled a man in heavy splint mail, within moments they were upon Maladok...
to be continued
-Knalatos
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