I'm Alive...woo...

For everybody (if anybody really does read this) that has noticed that my due date for the change is LONG overdue...I'M STILL BREATHING I DIDN'T FALL OFF A CLIFF. So...I just needed to let you know that I'm still working on it :/ Don't expect anything totally awesome just because i took longer than i expected. But keep checking back every now and then...Eventually I'll finish my task and you can enjoy.

Major Changes

Hello, this is the first non-story post that I've made. Sorry, but this is going to be the last one of any post for a while. I've decided to make some major changes in the beginning of the storyline, so I'm going to have to take out, and alter much of it. Fortunately, Plight of the Gnomes will remain the same. For those of you that read this blog, and like the way the story goes so far, sorry, but, I'll give you about a month from March 13, give or take a few days, to copy what you like onto a word processor. I AM NOT GIVING YOU PERMISSION TO USE THIS COPY OR ANY OTHER COPY YOU MAKE FOR ANYTHING OTHER THAN YOUR OWN VIEWING. For those of you who don't particularly like the beginning part of the story, and welcome some change, sorry, but you'll have to wait a month.

-Soren

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Demonic Assistance

The necromancer charged a fireball and loosed the blast towards Rorek. Rorek launched his own blast and the spells collided in mid-air, causing a large explosion that washed the room with light. Rorek created two spheres of electricity in each of his hands and hurled them at the necromancer as hard as he could. the necromancer jumped, and dodged the first spell, but the second caught him off guard. The projectile hit the necromancer full in the chest, sinking into his body on contact, the force of the blow sending him sliding several feet back across the floor.
"Resoreck," breathed the necromancer, as he crouched on the floor with pain.
A pale red demon erupted from the earth, showering soot and sparks everywhere. The chthonian being turned to face Rorek; The glint in its malevolent purple eyes sending shivers down Rorek's spine. Rorek charged a fire blast and shot it towards the demon. The demon deflected the spell with two beams of parralell energy that it shot from its eyes. Rorek leaped out of the way as the demon shot a fireball from its outstretched hand. The demon laughed as Rorek evaded the spell, and shot another fireball that hit Rorek in the leg. Rorek felt the hair on his calve singe, despite his new armor that shielded most of the impact. He swore under his breath and summoned a mist of magical energy that he formed into a tangible sword. He ran for the demon, weilding his makeshift sword and lept into the air in front of the demon. The demon raised its arms to shield itself and gave a roar of anguish as Rorek shoved the sword through its heart. A black pool of blood formed on its chest, and the demon fell from the air where it had been levitating.

"Terra orenk," whispered the necromancer as the demon fell into the portal that he had just conjured.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Imprisoned

Orik slowly opened his eyes, unsure of the events that had just unfolded. In a second it all came rushing back to him: The shade, the necromancer, even the skeleton. Orik cautiously peered around him, confused by his surroundings. He appeared to be in a small stone chamber. It took him a minute t o realize that he was still entrapped in the necromancer's spell, the emerald cube of light. Orik tried to move his arms, but found that they were shackled to the wall behind him, using a metal pair of gauntlets. He lowered his gaze to his feet, which were also similarly encased. Orik tried with all his might to break free of the prison that held him, still feeling the anger toward the necromancer. Orik felt his determination weakening with every attempt to free himself. Orik made a closer inspection of the gauntlets that held him; The well built shackles looked to be constructed from the powerful metal of Runite. Once Orik realized this, all the intent to break them dissolved in a matter of seconds.

"Rorek," he said to himself, "I sorely hope that you are handling things better than I am."

And with a last weary sigh, Orik fell back into the dark depths of unconsciousness.