The Underlings Ch 9
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Nerthax turned around slowly towards the direction that was visibly less dark. It took all his effort and strength to do so, like he was being restrained or held back by something. Yet nothing physical held him in check. Despite the difficulty in movement, hope endured, and he managed to mechanically step forward. Every step was an effort, although not painful. Each footstep was exceedingly hard and difficult to make. Every step Nerthax made was accompanied by agonizing and increasing frustration, at his achingly slow progress towards his goal. Nerthax felt like he was stuck in the Underlings finest sticky amber honey. The area in front of him grew less dark, but it was clear to him that there wasn't a bright light ahead. It was more like very diffuse moonlight hitting the back of a dark room. Perhaps one of the moons had recently risen above the horizon. Nerthax enjoyed Sky Lore immensely, but his mind was clouded and weary, so he couldn't re
The Underlings Ch 8
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A sudden chill descended upon Nerthax. But there was no stirring of the damp, musty air, which remained nearly motionless and still. A sense of foreboding crept into the consciousness of Nerthax, one of complete and total despair. It came in completely silent and without making a noise. Nothing in the gloomy space had changed, but Nerthax himself. Nerthax was utterly alone. The stealthy power of this new presence startled and frightened the Voices into complete silence and they withdrew and hid back into the shadows for whence they originated.
This new presence was felt, not seen, smelled, tasted nor heard. It was not a tactile feeling either. It was more a sense of something foreign or alien to Nerthax hovering around him. The sense of being alone was bad enough, but this thing was far, far, far worse. It was a sense of complete and utter futility and pointlessness, that absolutely nothing mattered. That all existence was vain and worthless and fut
The Underlings Ch 7
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Nerthax nearly screamed with shock, but he instantly stifled the upwelling cry and reminded himself that enemy Giants might be lurking nearby, within earshot of his voice. The Voices returned with a vengeance! "You're not afraid of the big, bad Giants are you?", they taunted in raspy whispers and hisses. Nerthax ignored the taunts.
The vision of his past, faded like a gray mist in the morning. That reminded Nerthax of the time. Also that he had no clue what time it was, as it was still pitch black in here as ever. For that matter, Nerthax wondered where he was. He concluded it wasn't a cave. The rectangular wooden timbers and broken and frayed stubs of logs, that he noticed earlier, seemed to counter that notion. There were not any naturally growing trees on this stretch of coastline, Nerthax half remembered. Nerthax's notions and thoughts seem to shift to it being a mine of sorts. Maybe long abandoned or neglected and unused. Questions about