In a dark and desolate room no sound was heard nor movement seen, the damp musty smell was strong and there was a large rock in the centre of this room. The large rock had beautiful golden flecks on its surface reflecting what little light was in the room, if one looked closer at this shiny rock it was moving slowly up and down, like the breathing of a sleeping person. The room started to shake and pebbles fell from the ceiling, upon hitting the shiny rock it started shaking a bit, a small stalactite ended up falling onto the shiny rock. The shiny rock shattered upon the stalactite touching it.
What the was revealed was a large reptile in the form of a man. It's eyes shot open scanning its surroundings in detail 'Where on earth? is this a event?' the lizard questioned itself confused as to its location and how it arrived there. "Hello! Anyone?" the lizard shouted out expecting someone to answer or at least a creature to appear before him. *Rumble* the room shook yet again. 'What in gods name? why is this cave shaking? Dungeons can't be altered or moved by external forces or spells.' The lizard looked around in shock, he quickly found what he was looking for: a exit.
Upon seeing the exit the lizard started to run towards it but found himself face first in a wall, what had happened was he travelled faster then he could even perceive. 'Where am I now? What on earth is going on.' as the lizard pulled himself out of the wall his thoughts were in disarray, he was thrown into a situation he had no control over and had no clue on what happened or how he got here. he decided that he would cast a master class spell on himself: Restrict. Restrict is a spell that temporarily removed stats from a willing player or npc. his reasoning for this was simple, if he tried to run like he thought he did then how did he end up in the wall unless it was directly caused by him trying to run, thus he decided to go on a whim and test restrict setting all stats to the base amount.
Upon casting restrict almost instinctively with a simple thought the rumbling became much more frequent, around 4 every minute. He immediately removed the Restrict spell as it seemed to of caused the rumbling to increase from his perspective. After removing the restriction the rumbling slowed to around 1 every minute. the reptilian man decided to walk as slowly as he could to the exit and leave. he was still going at a absurd speed with every step however it was only to the point of sprinting speed, he could still tell where he was going and control it with slight difficulty.
(at this point I lost about half the chapter so had to rewrite it...)
He kept walking through the dim pathways and noticed how similar it was to his old dungeon. only there were stalagmites and stalactites scattered about, there was also no paintings, statues, creatures, gold and other things. he thought it was just a coincidence how similar it looked.
As he kept walking through the passageways the resemblance grew and grew. However as he started to assume this was the exact same as his dungeon a massive explosion occurred in front of him. It did nothing to him as his skin was harder then any materiel in the game, thus nullifying the point of armour. He stared at the dust cloud that appeared in front of him curiously. interested in this 'event' no longer worrying about how he got here or why he was here nor the fact that part of the dungeon was destroyed.
Out of the cloud of dust that formed came a old man, he looked to be in his late 70's with a pure white cloak that did not get dirty even with all the dust and dirt. The man had sunken eyes that shined a brilliant green he had white hair however even under the white cloak you could see he was well built and was not someone to take lightly, however compared to the massive size of the reptilian man he looked like a child. The old man was approximately 4 ft' 9 in' and didn't even notice the reptilian man behind him.
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'This guy's a human? Probably low level I'm guessing 85.' most people who played Dungeon Lords would of coughed blood at the statement he made: Level 80 and above was considered the elite level where most players would not last longer then a minute against. Even though Dungeon Lords was out for 10 years only 1034 Players reached the max level of 300, to put this in perspective there were approximately 2.4 billion players at its peak. 'Guess I should warn him about the incoming spell probably could hurt him bad and I have a few questions I would like to ask.'
The unknown reptile had a passive skill called sense mana, a relatively easy skill to learn for those level 100 and above however endlessly useful. Sense mana allowed the player to sense what type of spell it was by the affinity of mana used and what level of spell it was by the amount of mana used. Currently the reptile sensed a darkness type spell at intermediate level heading towards the old man.
"Hey you! Look out for that darkness spell." The old man looked behind him his sunken eyes looking expanding beyond belief and his mouth gaping, this was a normal response to seeing a monster that one of the worlds best worriers can not sense, as well as the fact it was seemingly talking to him.
'Tch is the translation system broke again?' In the game of Dungeon lords to account for the sheer amount of people from different country's playing the game they made a automatic translation engine, it worked well for the most part but broke almost bi-weekly. Upon seeing the old man give him a blank stare he noticed how close the darkness spell was and started running towards him to save his life. The old man had a sudden look of fear from seeing the speed the reptile was running at him, he could almost no longer see it.
As the reptile crashed into the old man he crashed into the wall a ways away from where the reptile was and ended up dead, just a red stain on the wall. His white cloak was still there in his pool of blood as white as ever. 'Shit what is this? The game was never this graphic. I think something's wrong here.' as he was thinking this he felt the mana and air behind him fluctuate, the darkness spell he felt was just a dark port. he turned around and spotted a hooded man with a blank expression. the hooded man had pure black eyes and raven black hair, he looked average in every way except his eyes.
"Oh he's dead? How weak." the hooded man said in a impassive tone. As the hooded man's eyes fell on the reptile he smiled. "And who might you be, a fine specimen that's what." the man looked greedy for whatever the reptile possessed. The reptile still did not understand what was being said but he was starting to understand simple words, what he heard was this. "*** Who **** you be, * fine ******** that's ****"
From what the reptile could understand he thought he was asking for his name but got angry at the end.
"I am Bloody Lord Naxan." Upon saying these words the man looked even more hungry, ravenous even. seeing the monster be able to refer to itself and give itself a name showed great intelligence. the hooded man didn't understand the words Bloody Lord and just thought that was part of its name. Naxan smiled as well naive to the greed the hooded man felt when looking at him, but what danger was there to a level 300 deity class: Practically none.
(end of chapter 2 I know I know slight cliffhanger deal with it next chapter maybe in 3-6 days... yeah sorry bout my schedule I was free for the weekend if I have enough time later I will release the next one but don't get yer hopes up. also this chapter ended up a lot longer then expected.)