writ in blood

Neth 21, 4719 - Uhn's quarters

The blade called Choppy hummed while the goblin lay down to sleep. As always, he kept the massive weapon cradled by his side, never letting it leave his hands. Uhn then did not notice his room being bathed in warm red light as the crystal stirred to life once more.

His dreams spoke to him. He stood in blackness, with something sticky coating his steps. He made the sound of toffee peeling away with every movement.

"Creature."

Uhn whirled in the darkness. His eyes met nothing and he felt that nothing continue on for eternity.

"Who are you, creature? Why do you feed me?"

Uhn shuffled again, but found himself sinking deeper into the morass he stood in. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a thick liquid flowed out. He began coughing and sputtering, feeling himself fall deeper into the ground.

"You have gifted me with the blood of the thief, the blood of the villain, and the blood of the wounded. A king, a god, and a queen."

Uhn was up to his neck now. The liquid was warm and flowed through his armor and he could feel it enter his body. It reeked of copper and left a familiar taste as it ran over his tongue.

"I was born of my creator, just a touch of his essence. Yet as to why I was made, I cannot remember. There is more of my creator's essence out there. It calls to me!"

Entirely submerged now. The darkness was just the same as it was above, yet now it was warm and comforting. No need to breathe. The liquid gave him everything he needed.

"It calls to me!"

Uhn kept falling through, ever downward until he saw a shape forming in the darkness. Something darker than the surrounding void. A massive body, built of angles and muscles.

"IT CALLS TO ME!"

Uhn awoke suddenly, sweat beading across his forehead. The glow faded slowly, but the command remained.

"Find the rest of my creator's essence. Reforge the memories of blood."