Dusk, Part I (Madok)
by Madok Wayfarer
Mon, 22 Jan 2001, at 7:17 p.m. CST
Madok slammed the brewery door shut behind. He stepped onto the grass of
Shadowmoor for the last time and moved towards the dark skinned figured with
long white hair standing in front of him.
“You!” Madok said has he shoved the figure.
The Brewery door clicked shut behind him and the sound of someone walking
down the stairs was heard. The dark skinned figure looked up at the Druid while
stumbling backwards from the push, confusion registering on its face.
“I-I just wish to speak with Arwin.” It said.
“Arwin is dead.” The words left Madok’s mouth even has Arwin stepped up
not five feet behind him.
“He is dead. Now leave.”
Arwin stepped in front of Madok. “Don’t mind him…” The world became a
blur of shapes and sounds. Madok heard the rest of what Arwin said, and watched
him and the dark figure walk into the Brewery. He saw and heard, but neither the
sights nor sounds had any meaning in his haze. Suddenly he was pulled back in
the world by a hand on his shoulder.
“Stop that old druid! What is wrong with you?” It was Elrick.
“Come with me Elrick.” Madok started walking without waiting, knowing
that Elrick would follow. “Better bring a weapon.”
“Weapon!?” Elrick ran after Madok “Madok, I’m not going to fight
Madok kept on walking and did not look back “Nor I you. Do you have a
“Ays, of course I have a…” He trailed off when he realized where Madok
was headed. “What? Do you think vys can kill them all? Do ye have a death
Madok said nothing. He continued to walk and still did not look back at
Elrick. They walked through the forest in silence until they arrived at their
location, the crypts of the Drow.
The Druid opened the heavy crypt door. “Come.” He said.
Elrick and Madok walked through the dimly lit hall of the crypts in silence.
Piles of bones lined the floors and Blood stained the walls. They walked all the
way to the deepest depths of the crypts. Silence broken only by the battle cries
from the ranger when the occasional pile of bones rose from the ground to attack
the pair. Not a word was spoken until they had come almost back to surface. The
stairs leading back from whence they came were right in front of them. Elrick
put his foot on the first step.
Elrick looked back questioningly.
“Listen to me, and listen to me good.” Said Madok, “I think we may be
walking into an ambush…all that noise you have been making….”
“Never mind, just be careful!”
They continued up the stairs, both moving has quietly has possible. Eyes
looking around, ever alert. The room was empty, but they were not safe yet.
Still one more room before they were outside, and even then they would have to
worry. Madok crept along the edge of the wall and pushed the door open from the
side. He quickly peeked in the room at saw it empty. Madok stepped into the room
and motioned for Elrick to follow. They could see the heavy doors they had come
in just in front of them.
Just then they heard an odd noise from behind. A skeleton rising from the
floor. Elrick charged towards the undead with an overhead blow from his war
hammer, and Madok swung his staff. The atrocity was proved no challenge for the
two, and was soon dispatched. Just then the crypt doors swung open. Dark shapes
walked in, perhaps alerted by the noise of the last fight. Some of the shapes
stayed back, but one walked to Madok, a smirk on its face.
Madok smiled amiably, and began walking toward the door that he and Elrick
came in “Come” He said “ I want to show you something.” The Drow did not
follow. Madok was in the other room and half way down the stairs before he
realized this. Upon his return to the room, the Dark shapes were well into a
conversation, talking in their Drow gibberish.
Madok stood behind the Drow that he had asked to follow him, and watched its
every move. The Drow gibberish continued, every word building up Madok’s
anger. Suddenly Madok pushed the Drow. It calmly looked up at the Druid, then to
Elrick. It was telling Elrick that if they left now, there would be no
consequence. Suddenly the Druid realized what he must do.
Madok tilted his head back and let loose a cry “Aieeeeeeeeeeeee!” He
swung his staff down on the back of the Drow’s head, knocking it down to the
The Drow looked up and wiped blood from its mouth, still calm. The Drow and
Druid stood staring at each other for a moment, and then the Drow unsheathed its
blade and began slashing at Madok’s torso and face, with no resistance from
the Druid. Madok saw Elrick out of the corner of his eye, rushing to help has he
fell to the ground. The world spun around and turned red, then faded to black.