The sound of dripping echoed through the room. Beings not meant for mortal eyes looked at an incomprehensible light. The light attempted to speak. When It opened its mouth the light flickered. The Creatures of chaos cheered.

The being chained to the ground was the god of a man. It had taken the extinction of several races and knowledge of weapons mortals can´t survive to capture it. Now the Creatures all gathered before the pit of infinity, with a being that had enslaved them for millennia in front of them. The magick and war had hardened them into cruel beings That took joy in the suffering they caused. They were known as The dark ones. Although they were the lucky ones.

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Location: bottom of the pit of infinity

The urns that contained Us were moving. The leaders of the current world religions were supposed to keep them contained By draining their power for miracles and selling it to priests in return for faith. If they hadn´t bent space their Urns they would have been drained every few years. Luckily or unluckily the first of Magic had been caught recently. He would be put here as a reward for anyone daring enough to journey there.

then the wards shattered, releasing the thieves hoping to steal what they believed was great treasure. We laughed from our golden urns buried under piles of enchanted silver and liquid magic. we drank up the interesting memories and infused the rest into space and time.