Chapter One "Gashin"

  Grotbag Ironclaw awoke, suddenly from the Sleep of Dark Ages. Years spent on the battlefield, accompanying the most wretched, murderous darkness in all the universe, ensured he made not a single movement as he opened an eye, to observe his surroundings. What he saw brought joy to his soul. He had been called back from the dead to do battle, to slaughter, pillage and destroy. There could be no other reason that he was once again breathing in a mortal world. He was in a dark chamber and around him stood members of his Elite Sithekian Gnome Guard

  It had been countless ages since he had inhabited the body of a Under Gnome. For a millenia, or more he had walked from one world to the next in one Elven form or another. Now, it appeared, he was once again draped in his originial mortal form. This could only mean one thing........the Final Battle had arrived.

  Opening his senses, sending his corporeal form abroad, he found this landscape was as no other he had ever encountered. It was different......altered. He found many entities awakening, as he, in these lands. He found foe and friend alike. Some near and others distant.

  With a stunning jolt, he was thrown back into his material form. Screaming with rage and anger,slavering from his jowls, teeth gnashing he rose, howling. He had sensed the forms of enemies that he...desired...above all else. To possess their devastated forms, for all eternity.

  Seeing the extent of his rage, even his Elite Guard cowered. But one among them, his long time ambassador on many worlds, Tzam, walked forward. A millenia ago they had walked the caverns of the UnderDark, together, as mortals............and since, they had walked the darkest places in all the known worlds, slaughtering the Minions of Light, drinking to blood of their victims, feasting on their innards.

  For a brief moment, Grotbag thought to himself, that where he had grown more depraved down through the ages, Tzam had grown more......diplomatic?

  "Well, it seems you have awakened, and discovered, your nemesis from the last world, on this one," said Tzam. "I see that being in our native form has not improved your psychosis? Well nevermind that, I have lived with that for over 3 eons now." Laughing he said, "It is good to see you old friend. Now calm yourself, it is much to soon for you to go beserk, and I need to fill you in on the happening

  "Aye," growled Grotbag, calming from the jibes of his comrade, "you too. I presume that you have once again gotten here ahead of me, have everything in order, and our kingdom is growing even now. Our armies begin to gather, scouts visit our enemies camps' already, and my magical chamber is prepared? You did not forget my brothel this time, did you Tzam?"

  "Everything is as usual, sire. And, No, I did not forget your brothel. You may be excited to learn that we have secured several Orc regions already and have several caravans of their females en route to our capital here for your brothel already. I thought that woudl be particulairly pleasing to you in light, of the fact that I have also sensed our enemies on this world. But be warned, they are far from our grasp right now, and their our many new and unknown dangers that lie in front of us. I am afraid for now, that the slaves I bring to your brothels, must needs satiate your appetite for the time being. You may also find it interesting to note that currently our brothers Kel'Dakar and Gorbaal, are sqauring off against those you seek.

  "Ahh...very good Tzam, as ever you lead the way and prepare well, that I can slaughter." Clasping his old friend and comrade around the shoulder he smiled and said, "Well, if all is in order, I can wait on the details, so...let us check out my brothel and ensure you did not pinch on any of the pleasantries."  

Chapter Two "Neabudara"

  Grotbag, sat on his favorite throne, made from the bones of all the enemies he had ever slaughtered. One hand held his chin, while his elbow rested on his knee giving him to look intensely interested in the numerous female slaves that perfomred in front of him. His other hand held his cup, full of the famous Kel'Dakarian brew....still untouched, as anyone would see, had they been allowed close enough. He had moved his throne room here to his brothel, where he coudl think, plan and stategise. And of course, diversions were always close at hand, when he needed stimulation to get a fresh perspective on any situation that might arise.

  Currently, he was busy, going over current building and battle plans, for the conquest of several new Caverns his scouts had uncovered earlier that day. In truth however, these were all just petty pre-occupations being used to apease his inpatience, while his armies advanced in search of his closest battle brother the great Lord Aeneas.

  He knew he was here. He had had contact with him already, and they coudl speak through their magic. Soon they would be able to see with it as well. But he had not establish contact amongst their servants. It was a vital and slow process.

  In reveiwing the status of his realm, he was quite pleased. He had already discovered and awakened some of his past generals - they were already claiming lands in his names, with his advance scouts. With Tzam's aid, the Inn's and Tavern's which helped keep the Moral of his servants boosted, already stood, and prospered. His first act had been to erect a great Temple where his people would worship him as a God. Even now, work was commencing on a Inventor's Workshop, where he could employee the greatest minds, and put them to work constructing all kinds of foul machines with which to slaughter his enemies. Ultimately, he discovered in his ponderances.....everything was proceeding as necessary, and he was in a period in which nothing else coudl be done, but to wait..............

Chapter Three "Preparations"

  Now, begins the next conquest. Having Defeated the the Vile Gnomes, Grotbag Iron-Claw drifts through the haze, partially aware, as he transforms to the next world. When he awakens, he finds he is in his oldest form, that of Sithek uth Mater. He can sense his new enemies. His oldest allies......have become the prey. Preparations begin immediately.

Chapter Four "It Begins"

  Sithek knows this will be a hard fought conquest, likely to leave bodies strewn from one end of this world to the next. However, he knows he must crush his foes into the dirt of this world, as his true prey is still ahead of him. No defeat can be suffered.

Grotbag Ironclaw, joins No One on this world, except his battlebrother, Lord Aeneas. Let the strongest reign and the weak live in suffering and pain, as slaves.