Located deep underground the headquarters of DOOM was as silent as a grave. Except that is for the not so gentle drunken snoring emanating from the unconscious figure sprawled across the large Table in the main communal area. Sir Lanceabit had a snore that could, and on occasion had, woken the dead. Over the years he had developed the ability be half awake and continue snoring, this had been aided tremendously by his discovering the intelligent Sword of Entropy which he had named Bedlam. Now he could sleep soundly content in the knowledge that the Sword would rouse him if anyone approached. If he was drunk enough it had on occasion simply taken over. Several times he had awoken in an ally way to find a mugger impaled upon Bedlam with the sword emanating an air of smug satisfaction.
The dark souled Dwarf had arrived back in the small hours and briefly stood staring at Lanceabit as he lay in a puddle of cheap brandy and drool However on this particular night Bedlam was preoccupied by the stirring of a powerful Chaotic force and noticed the Dwarf only enough to register the pleasing residues of dark chaos surrounding him. For the next few hours the Dark chaotic magic’s continued to intensify until Bedlam felt a huge benevolent presence fill the lair. A few minutes later the dark Dwarf appeared again, walking as if in a trance towards the Sewer entrance.
With a vicious mental kick to sensitive parts Bedlam woke Lanceabit from his drunken stupor.
Lanceabit woke with a start and slid off the table he was leaning against onto the floor. His platemail clanged noisily as he impacted with the cold stone floor. Confused and enraged and with the strange desire to clutch his genitals and curl into a ball, he leaped to his feet whipped Bedlam from its sheath to face whatever threat had awakened him. In some small confusion at finding nothing threatening him Lanceabit noticed Thraim walking as though in a trance. Suddenly the arm holding Bedlam began to move on its own, scraping the word “FOLLOW”
Reluctantly Lanceabit sulkily obeyed. He followed Thraim into the sewers for what seemed an age. The Dwarf still walking as if in a trance did not seem to notice Lanceabit even when he called for him to slow down. Finally Thraim stopped and stared at the sewer wall. After a minute or so he reached out and pulled on a concealed ring, causing a secret door to open. Beyond was a staircase heading up into the darkness. Without hesitation the Dwarf went through the door and up the stairs. Lanceabit paused to put on his invisibility ring and followed.
At the top of the stairs was a huge bronze door engraved with Antlers. As Thraim approached it opened to admit him. Inside was a chapel. That the chapel was not of good and kindly Diety was immediately obvious. A guard in highly decorative Plate strode over towards Thraim sword in hand, clearly intent on violence. Lanceabit whipped Bedlam from its sheath and moved to protect his comrade. A sharp command from what appeared to be a priest stopped the guard in his tracks but not before Bedlam was whistling through the air. With a sharp CLANG Bedlam split the guards head down to his neck and he clattered noisily to the ground.
Thraim had stumbled over to the Altar and prostrated himself. Chanting filled the air and Lanceabit noticed dozens of robed figures in the darkened recesses around the chapel. Rather sheepishly Lanceabit dragged the guards corpse out of the Chapel. At the top of the stairs he heaved the dead guard into a standing position and pushed him down the stairs. A loud clanging, clattering noise was followed by a distant splash. Turning invisible again Lanceabit returned to the Chapel to find Thraim Kneeling before the Altar a beam of light striking him in the chest and a Priest standing with a hand on his head. FRATES, QUOD DISCIPULUS NOVA, he intoned loudly. The light stopped and Thaim seemed to come to his senses. He turned and said something to the Priest that Lanceabit did not catch. Suddenly Bedlam began to vibrate in his hand and Lanceabit felt himself begin to walk over to the dread altar.
Neither Thraim nor any of his new friends thronging around him seemed to notice Lanceabit until he appeared in front of the altar with Bedlam held out in front of him.
Lanceabit felt a bit awkward. All the priest were looking at him like he was a turd in a swimming pool. He struggled for something to say “Erm, nice place you have here” he said.
This did not seem to please them; angry cries began to echo around the room. Suddenly Lanceabit felt the world dim and recede and a familiar presence filled his mind.
To the watching priests Bedlam began to glow with an intense red tinged light. Lanceabits eyes and mouth began to emit an eerie light and suddenly a huge metallic voice seemed to fill the air.
“OF THE OLD GODS AM I!” it intoned
“AGES PAST THEY STRODE THE LAND AND THE MIGHTY TREMBLED AT THEIR APPROACH! LANDS BURNED AND OCEANS RAGED AND CHAOS RULED THE HEARTS AND MINDS OF THE MANY RACES OF MAN…
BUT NOW THEIR TIME HAS PAST. THEIR FIRE HAS LEFT THE WORLD AND THIS AVATAR AND I ARE ALL THAT REMAINS OF THEIR POWER!
ENTROPY WAS THEIR UTMOST GOAL AND IN YOUR MAGNIFICENCE I SENSE AN ALIGNMENT OF PURPOSE. YOU HAVE ACCEPTED THIS MINION WHO WEILDS AN ARTIFACT OF THEIR STRENGTH AND PURPOSE. WILL YOU ALLOW US TO ALIGN WITH YOU TO THE FULFILLMENT OF YOUR MIGHTY WILL AND THE FURTHERMENT OF OUR ANCIENT PURPOSE?
Stunned silence followed this pronouncement. Lanceabit stood; head bowed awaiting an answer……