Snippet #917221

Zareth lay on his back, spread eagle. He wasn't sure if he was dreaming or awake, but he was completely sure that he was alive. He attempted to piece the current events back together. The deep human goes into the tent, and then, before either I or that dwarf know anything, a magical battle ensues. The Necromancer, seemed on the verge of victory, but some other man came and finished him off. Shit. Nobody knows who's their own allies then...Great...

Zareth attempted to sit up, but could not. Straining, he tried to rise again, but could not. He suddenly felt as if he was sinking, and he saw himself dissolving into the shadows below him. Behind the mask, his eyes grew wide with astonishment and fear. The shadows beneath him seemed to be swirling, like a whirlpool, slowly sucking him into the ground. He attempted to cry for help, but a thick, heavy band of shadow crossed his mouth, and all that escaped was a muffled yelp. As his head was about to go underground, he saw an eye, staring at him from the shadows. One singular, blood-red eye. And as his head finally sank into the shadows, he heard a voice calling to him.

"You.....are........MINE........."