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Gaelron hoisted himself onto the crystalline rope made from a variant of spun glass
coming from rocks which grew in something like algae by a riverbed only he and
wandering animals ever visited. The spindly stuff was a bit sticky to the touch which is
what made it so valuable as a way to travel inward and deeper through his sunken
'castle', which was more of a series of caverns, tunnels and natural formations such as
underground waterfalls than some grand structure. The stickiness of the translucent rope
came from the blue algae like stuff resembling the Earthen version by appearance but
indeed was completely different in its composition and properties. It could occasionally
harden and become a rock like substance in itself but when a genuine stone managed to
merge with the watery weed then it would absorb the properties in a natural fusion over
eons. Gaelron was lucky enough to find just a small pebble which had come from an
igneous rock ages ago, formed with the blue water vegetable to become this sticky
binding. Otherwise the rope was made of a fairly close cousin of hemp which if you
hadn't known is capable of traveling space for cannabis like all plants are highly
The flower silk harness (hairs gathered from large yellow flowers with dense leathery
petals are what the silk was made of, taken from millions of their stems) that he would
use to rappel through the deep cavern reflected light in a way which boosted the
luminosity of any light source. In dark places it would capture any source of light and
reflect it many times more brilliantly and thus Gaelron found himself an ideal situation
with the trusty harness and gluey crystalline rope. The length of the trip had little to do
with the distance in geographical terms because he was escaping the surface not only to
get away from the common tensions of the upper world but to access a plane of
Sometimes it would appear as though several nights or weeks (he rarely stayed longer
than that) were bound up in one moment as he would pop in and out of the entrance
seemingly in just a moment. The tunnels were a vortex of time with his ego as a beacon,
and the physical part of him moved faster through the dangerously twisty network of
burrowed rock thruways and rocky rivulets. He'd be climbing along mossy walls and
having to contort his body around impossible bends and turns to get to his special
location, sometimes leaping and swimming into a pool which he'd come up on the other
side of from going under a natural stone ridge which separated one side of the water
Stones radiate energy more powerfully the deeper into the crust one finds them and
Gaelron was able to feel the pockets and tides of the rushing invisible energy which was
invisible but as natural as feeling water for a fish to him. The bond he had with those
immense buried rocks which also provided the mechanism for much of the magical
realms on the surface was automatic for him, as if he'd been born partly of stone and
gravitated toward them innately. It gave him a much improved level of dexterity while
racing to his lair as well as a heightened perception of sound, of touch and the 'sixth'
sense of any oddities such as life forms which may be lurking undetected.
The location of the entrance was It was not local to any village, city or tribe and the
wildlife around it was considered too dangerous for most to go anywhere near, and there
were fruitful hunting grounds elsewhere by the thousand. There was one quicker way to
get to his point of interest where he would rest, gather power and invite friends to join
him from other worlds in his underground palace. Typically that would only be accessed
in some sort of emergency because it involved a straight drop downward which would
unsettle his stomach at times, so fast and long would the fall be. Then when he would
land, he'd have to clean himself all up from a thick green gooey gel which would coat
him head to toe being the bottom of the more direct route-- a substance that had come
from a plant which did not depend on photosynthesis (some did on his world) but would
gather energy from the stones and convert those to food. The marvelously convenient
gooey green mass of gelatinous plant stuff came as the plant's chemical processes
worked and the larger it grew the more of the dense residual matter would be deposited
into the bottom of Gaelron's pitfall. It was wonderful that he could plunge from such
impossible heights to the pit of plant waste and be perfectly fine without a bruise, but
he'd have to wipe himself down for an eternity afterward. It did have a pleasant smell but
Gaelron always smelled as if he had just gotten off a bed of wildflowers and been
The longer route gave him a chance to unwind in his thoughts, forgetting the world
above and getting closer to himself with each passing movement. He knew the way
intimately by the smells, the pressures of the air and breezes, the temperature and
sounds within the lengthy trek. It was pitch dark at all times along the way, but he had a
way of lighting up the area when he really would need it to be by activating a spell which
was implanted onto him as a young boy. A venomous lizard spider which was literally
part reptile and part arachnid (with maybe a lot more of something else Earth science
could not identify) flew onto him from a tree and bit into the middle of his chest with a
pair of crooked fangs. The poison would activate if the victim experienced fear but if they
did not, then instead they would experience some kind of magical effect. In Gaelron's
case, a pair of white scars would glow into a yellow light if he began to feel lost in the
dark.
At the present, he was concentrating on reaching his destination so that he could greet
his friends who were expected soon! The beings coming to greet Gaelron were meeting
with him because their world was under attack. The planet they came from had goods
which were often traded with the few on his who were able to deal with the various
diplomacies, technologies (which to them was their natural world harnessed using
knowledge with self-aptitude). Their system had no currencies, what they brought to
Gaelron's world was a lot of times only purified forms of energy with some elements
such as rare minerals, plants, nuts, sometimes messages from species whom Earthlings
would consider 'stupid' or 'soulless' (which they never are-- all creatures have the same
power of intelligence but alternate utilities for expression within their biological system).
Their method of travel was using singing stones to transfer gravity, thus 'bringing' the
planet they intended to visit 'to them'. They viewed planets as ships themselves and
hopping from one to the next was sort of like learning a new language rather than
relocating to another point in distant space. But for Gaelron, they had a royal transport
This time Gaelron’s friends came not to trade, but with perilous news as an enormously
large race of reptilians overpowering their star system’s defenses with a dense energy
that collided with their spiritual plateau of harmonious solidarity. They formed a plane of
existence outside their physicality which difted outward from their physical planet which
become vital to the mechanics of the anchoring sun and interplayed with the many suns
within the larger master of something Earth calls a 'Black Hole'. This was their
evolutionary response to wars and threats on their species as stewards of the life of their
planet from long experience with brutality, blood rituals, human sacrifices and other
common traits of developing humanoids on many heavenly bodies. The energy shift
imposed by the squat and rotund reptilians (which were about 70 foot tall on average by
Earth human measurements) was breaking apart their planar bridge at the outer edge of
the solar system. The planet they inhabited was a black ball closest to the sun with blood
red mountain ranges which were all over the surface where the blue humans lived
together for billions of generations in their symbiosis. They had no other choice but
reside in the mountains or beneath them and they all had a rich blue skin tone, there
was no variation for any of them. Their gaiety was a way of life for they knew no
understanding of each other and they all sang together to communicate, often by the
thousand.
When the bad boys on the block arrived, round bellied stubby but gigantic reptoids from
some unknown galaxy, they collided with the blue peoples energy plane and a gigantic
backlash of sent the reptilian fleets into a freakish orbit. They were unable to move
closer to the midnight black planet with burgundy mountain ranges since the explosion of
yellow charges had rejected their presence upon arrival from their use of a sun gate. The
way their ships functioned was sort of an impossibility for non-reptilians to comprehend,
but essentially they willed the creation of the vessel into being by ego and it materialized
for they tapped the ultimate source of technology or magic which was the genetic order
of temporal organization. They were able to slip in and out of dimensions by simply
feeling one way or another and their moods would cause their ships of their armada to
flicker in space during their forms of arguments (which occurred psychically). Apparently
they had some specific reason for lining up to enforce some order on the planet of the
blue singing people but either the reptilians underestimated the power field or were
unaware of it because the people were sensing chaos, surprise, confusion and
Gaelron let his hands go from the sticky crystalline rope he clutched in his last bit of the
trip down to his lair and landed on a familiar pillowy surface. A huge flower with petals
that easily supported his feet and the entire weight of him was the indicator that he had
finally returned home. Bouncing off that and away from the stream which trickled next to
the gargantuan pink petaled flower, he pressed on instead of pausing for a refreshing
drink from the percolating stream of deep green water. Usually he would take lots of time
to gather his steam from the long journey through the rocky. dark maze but he wouldn't
need to be uplifted more than by seeing his blue visitors. It was also a pressing matter
that their energy barrier needed help, no time was to be wasted if Gaelron could add
hope and clarity to their efforts. He moved swiftly through the mossy cavern which
dripped a blue water in streaks through cracks of impossibly high stone walls. Running
past his favorite spot, a giant bee hive contained by a giant cavern which had a direct
line to the surface which shot sunlight down a pinhole sized shaft.
The bees were much much larger than Gaelron (even larger than those dreaded
reptilians) and their busy buzzing to attend to a beehive which was blue, red and yellow
was all to create a magical honey that only they could create. They would be considered
Gods to the other bees (the bees there were one of the only creatures almost exactly
like Earth critters by resemblance) if they had that sort of hierarchy for they were
functioning as keepers of galactic secrets which directly interplayed with the actions of
all the celestial bodies within it. All the way up at the top, a much larger hole was built
directly in tune with the astronomical nature of the planet so that it would achieve the
maximal advantage for pouring sunlight down. It was seen as a 'sun well' by tribal
peoples above who would place offerings of flowers or shells, other organic treasures to
The tiny beam of sunlight blasted through the minuscule dot of a hole in the top of the
great bee's cavern and the light bounced off gold, silver and other precious metals
unknown to science of Earth. The interaction lit up the area so that the way to Gaelron's
chambers was illuminated by a complex of green, gold, silvery, blue and orange lights
which wavered and danced in exotic patterns. The light was also infused with the natural
energies of the happy bees who were busy making their mystical honey, also infecting
the light with its sweetened magics.. The sticky golden and red nectar was intoxicating
by scent alone and the few times Gaelron had actually had some was when it had made
contact with the sunlight, crystallized and became a candy which sent him into weeks of
blissful dreams. He awake with a warm glow to his aura which never went away so it
was always just barely possible to notice a bit of golden and blue energy off him if you
caught him in the right angle under the sun. It also made him permanently and ever so
slightly inebriated (there was a fermentation reaction with the crystallization). The divine
Gaelron was almost dancing as he ran to his special place, high on the warm haze of
happiness and joy the bees generated. His throne? A wide rounded grey rock with a
cushion of green and brown moss for a seat. It was almost like a tree stump but with
more curvatures and ridges. He plopped down onto soft comfortable seat at the edge
and kicked his legs back and forth comfortably, a child like display of the size of stone he
rested upon. He removed his booths which had been fashioned of some material from
the giant bees honeycomb which they had generously bestowed on him with a perfect fit
for his fat feet one time when he was passing by. Gaelron was not a ruler or a diplomat
in any official way because there were no formal governments on his planet. He did
however have tremendous natural gifts which he used responsibly and the efforts he
made with his inter-galactic buddies wound up involving him with wars, trade and rulers
in some cases from other worlds. The way he had found the 'castle' entrance was by
bumping into it after frolicking along the riverside and noticing a delicate pink flower with
a wavering uncertainty to its form, i.e. it flickered in and out of the sunlight in such a way
Gaelron’s sculpted physique was muscular and well defined and he was extremely
dangerous as a hunter. It would not be conceivable for him to be physically violent with
others there because there was no fist fighting or barbarism. Tribes used spears and
there were hammers, hatches and even swords, daggers in some areas but generally
the most powerful defense was magical. He was content to explore new things in the
same places he visited frequently and would always manage to find a new detail or a
hidden path in those areas with which he was most familiar. He was a vegetarian
because he had a way with the animals, even fish so that he simply didn't want to lose
the chance to relate with them if he had eaten them. The thousands or more varieties of
wild fruits and vegetables made it tricky to eat the same food twice if he was just
wandering around. They were everywhere and despite his growing up there, being the
most inquisitive soul to search about the entirety of his local region, he would always
always find unknown vegetables and fruits with every trip. Sometimes new fruits or
vegetables would grow in the same place as before but if he really enjoyed one, the next
time he came back it would have grown to a much larger size than before. Especially
memorable to him and his ultimate favorite was a round nut which was about the size of
his head typically and appeared mustard yellow on the outside which was a thin rough
surface with burnt looking orange fibrous hairs. Inside, a creamy white fluff that sent him
to nirvana and back to return with the next bite. Sweet but satisfying like a whole meal,
he consumed as many of these fruits as he could which made his bowel movements a
He dozed off suddenly when inserting his feet into the warm, crunchy material of his
custom made honeycomb boots. He was already feeling contented by the presence of
the gargantuan bees in their glorious magically lit cave, but finding his toes against the
heavenly stuff sent him over the top. Eventually, he awakened to realize that it would be
about the right time to invite his friends from their black and red habitat for a visit. The
room he sat in was comprised of blue stone with white veins and a deep red form of
moss which crept along the walls providing a lush resistance to any contact with it. The
moist mossy surface gave off a unique scent which was somewhat pungent but also one
which he'd return to with anticipation for it was a masculine scent to him and one only his
quarters had. From there, he would travel using a chute which formed from a natural
hole in the small cave and it happened to be an ideal size for his body. Being coated in
the same red mossy stuff which was actually a creature which was lending his tendrils
from a much larger cavern than even the bees were in for it was a much larger character
and its lowest extremeties, mere feelers for what would be considered something like a
toe would seep through cracks to be around Gaelron. This was a moist slipper and very
smooth ride for him when he rocketed down the chute and into a purple crystalline room
which was oval shaped. Down in there, the sparkling rich purple array of stalactites and
crystal formations in the shape of the same pink flower which had led him to the sunken
lair's entrance overtook his vision. The light source was impossible to determine but the
grand room was intensely bright with starry reflections of the angular crystals coming
from every possible point in the room just under the chute, which appeared pitch black
It was in this room that Gaelron's friends would travel to him and have a party. The way
they got their was an illusion but the convincing manifestation of each other was so real
that their physical reactions were just the same as if it was really happening, thus they
couldn't really tell which was even better than reality. More reasons to celebrate together
that they had such a rare treat to be paradoxical! There was an area in one section of
the imperfectly oval shaped room with a collection of exceptionally bright boulder sized
crystals leaning against each other in a natural formation, creating a semi circle with an
enclosure in the middle. There was a constantly active swirl of flaring electrical wispy
tendrils arcing sporadically and spasmodically in the center of the semi-circle. The
amount of magical pressure and energy from them would have been enough to rupture
the flesh of most anyone else but Gaelron for even the most adept magician would have
with the strange device. Bizarre shapes in the strands of the light show formed into
constellations which would snap in and out of existence to become constellations from
location of the stars, and if you understand things the way Herdoles did (but Gaelron
was uninterested to learn) then you would know that most life forms on planets have
origins spanning more galaxies than can be counted on all the hands of the Earth.
A particularly dark purple outcropping away from the huge semi-circle had a compact
shape conical shape and a thin purple membrane made of shimmering vapor on top. By
placing his hands flat over the purple shimmery ether he would interact with its harmonic
frequencies and begin to play patterns of rhythmic inspiration along the surface as a
drum. The more intensely he wailed away, the brighter the purple sheet of misty light
became and eventually it became so intense that whatever constellatoin was in the
semi-circle at the time would light up and connect via a beam of golden speckled purple
which rose from the crystal drum at the point of critical mass. At this point, if he had
friends on the other side who were listening they would be able to respond with their
version of drumming which often was a song or an off world instrument, sometimes a
spell or even just an idea depending on whom it came from. When both sides had fused
together with their musical connections, each would be blasted into vaporous form
across the distance of space to be in the same room as the other. Ironically, each saw
the other in the room from which they came so it appeared to each as if they'd never left
Tonight he pounded away happily, flying high on bee love and anticipation in seeing his
most merry making friends. Those from their world were among the warmest and
friendliest known to any place and Galeron expected to laugh and sing with them until
they could not possibly take any more.Presently, Gaelron beat away bombastically as he
hummed an uplifting tune. Slowly, a pair of very stout and tall humanoids with royal blue
skin began coalescing within the semi-circle. Gaelron noticed them appearing when he
looked up while whipping sweat from his shoulder length wavy platinum locks. He
smacked the purple mist atop the drum with a mighty swat in synchronicity with his
friends becoming completing their forms and a blinding golden-white flash of light
erupted before they walked forth in material looking form. They beamed at each other,
together again at last and ran toward each other in the vast crystal purple room to
embrace one another. The music they began to hear was the reverberation of their auras
bouncing on the energy-amplifying crystals and it was something akin to wind in a long
tube with harmonically intertwining stacks of sound which gave them an abundantly
relaxing feeling. Dancing together between many many hugs, they forgot all else as they
celebrated.
Gaelron invited them up the shaft to his area with the mossy topped rock throne and
rubbed his hand in a frenzy on one of the boulder crystals of the semi-circle which
spurred liquid to sluice in from the chute inexplicably. The purple downpour filled their
area quickly and Gaelron offered his hand to them once again as they floated upward
and got in formation to go in a line up the shaft. When they had each floated into the
stone throne room, the warm purple waters receded and they were left feeling
rejuvenated for the experience. The muscular master of his underground stone lair
brought warm mead from lavender colored flower petal cups which were cinched at the
bottom with a knotted rich purple dried stem. The blue ones relayed stories and feelings
of their doings since last meeting as Gaelron did the same and the way they achieved
their communications was by leaning into each others foreheads while placing their
hands on the others shoulder so that they would wrap into each other and meld together
psychically. It was absolute in its delivery of the contents of their mind and ego as their
The reptilian race was threatening their survival on the black and red home world and
once they had reflected into each other for them to completely catch up with their lives,
they danced together once again to remove their karmic obstacles when considering the
dilemma of the reptoids. It seemed that the blue ones had discovered the reptilians had
recently begun slaving with genetically engineered races for mining ores, creating
architecture, for civilization building potentially on their world or others in their star
system. If enough of their power was lost, their mountainous world would become a
colony for their new masters. Once it was understoof by Gaelron what the situation was,
it was also comprehended by the blue pair that he would send energy and love, confer
with his friends of this world to be aware of the issue, and see if they might also emit
some waves of protection with their influence. They knew that the conflict would not be
resolved immediately this way, but having each other’s support it would help them to
defend against the invasive threat. The most important thing which was agreed upon
Reptilian overlords were not unknown to Gaelron who had a collection of rocks which
were a library of information of all kinds whenever he needed it. He was able to 'read the
stones' by touching them with his palm and singing in a low monotone for long periods.
The collection of rocks was further down from the gigantic bees if he had not veered to
the lair of his throne and purple crystal cavern. The reptoids were known to find worlds
rich in resources which were required for their particular needs, such as specific ores or
gases, sometimes life forms specifically for their secretions or meat. They would use
slaves to make structures from raw materials and build cities then enforce laws which
would be to worship their scaly new Gods or be sacrificed. Whatever civilization was on
to of the surface, below it or in the air was of no consequence to them if the reptilians
were capable of overpowering them. They were cold blooded, without conscience and
held secrets of the cosmos which gave them mastery over great distances, geo-
engineering of planets and moons. Sometimes in remote areas of space they were
known to collide with another species traveling through space in some form of craft
which the reptoids would appear not to be aware of or concern themselves with, often
leading to the destruction of the friendlier voyagers (but never the reptilians). In some
cases, whole planetary societies had repelled the invaders by joining hands at a high
altitude which generated an electrical congruence with their planet and the overpowering
connection of harmonious bonding was overwhelming for the icy predators. And still
other times there were battles on the planets themselves, bloody and long which the
reptilians always wound up winning or disappearing from in some unknown way if they
were somehow overpowered (which had only happened when a dragon was involved
since they killed the reptoids on sight). Ultimately, they represented an ancient war which
was not appearing as if it would end soon and thus the best thing was – not to worry
about it.
Gaelron's meeting ended with his friends following him down the chute and chanting with
him at the crystalline drum. They dematerialized and he awoke in a purple sweat sitting
on the soft and cushioned warmth of his over-sized stone stool. When he popped out of
the ground from the obscure hole from his subterranean lair, he felt as if something was
perceiving him from a shadow in the distance somewhere. A fevered intelligence with
overtly hostile intentions was patiently observing him as he dusted himself off and
trounced off to take a dip. He wasn't going to think more of it but he would remember the
next time he returned to underground to see more friends that something or someone
might be lurking nearby. As he strode off, a distinct odor wafter under his nose which
pierced his concentration and forced him to sneeze. It would have been hilarious
possibly to any who would have heard the sound, sort of a guffaw and an uncontrolled
burst of air out the nose to make a comment of ridiculously low levels of interest in the
beast which was roaming around for him. He snatched up some pink and yellow
wildflowers and stuffing them into his mouth, chomping away he laughed himself with
The obese goblin stuck a black obsidian dagger into the heart of a young animal similar
to a rabbit and sucked at its juicy arteries which spewed blood furiously into his thirsty
maw. The soft furry bunny like critters had round bushy outcroppings just like an Earth
rabbit's tail but all over their body except their actual rump. And the rump itself was
equipped with four chambers, each for digesting food so that the regurgitation and re-
consumption process for their kind was completed when it had passed through all
processing routes. They did have long ears but they were filled with fat and thus were
jiggling all over the place when they ran, which was all the time if they were not
absolutely still (or copulating at hyper-speed). The vicious goblin had selected the
youngest prey and the prettiest, those most likely to bring joy and pleasure to the
neighboring city children who would visit and play with them frequently.
Blixighisk had ventured into the sprite forests now, a typically gentle, delightful place with
many mythical creatures which only dwelt there and would never venture outside its
boundaries. He had feasted on thousands of the fatty eared 'wabbits' over a generous
amount of time, savoring each succulent morsel and noting the differences in flavor of
the fat from male and female younglings. He preferred male because the females were
slightly sweeter. He'd clutch the wabbits in his grip then sink his dagger into their chests,
literally suck out their hearts and then he'd switch hands to grab their ears, chomp
through their whole head leaving nothing but the obese ears which he'd then suck all
that fat out as if they were straws. He reveled in the powers over the wabbit kingdom,
invading their turf and sticking his blade into their babies for a bloodthirsty pillaging. After
he'd finally gotten his fill and was beginning to thirst for a drink to wash this delicious
feast down with (blood or the urine of a wild beast..?) a wabbit so huge with ears so
densely fat that it caused Blixighisk to gaze for a split second in perplexity at the
unexpected overseer. The vast loss of life on the surface had summoned a larger cousin
and this one had no fear of the devilish goblin whatsoever. The larger wabbits connected
below the ground through their holes to grass sprites which depended on the wiggly
eared wabbits saliva for survival, a nourishing nectar for them only available from their
large wabbit friends. It is not well known on Earth but sprites are known for their
immense powers and though they generally stick to a small habitat without causing
many problems outside their own realms, none would have recommended going into
their territory and picking a fight. Sprites were tolerated by dragons despite their kindred
and often overly rambunctious natures and were definitely the most magical creatures
on the easier side of the great bog ocean. The huge wabbits would have to be
formidable in their prowess as the interaction with sprites as a synergy with life support
tenacity and strength of a demonic dragon spawned goblin. The towering wabbit gazed
downward at his nemesis which caused one of his bulging ears to plop on the ground
with a penetrating thud. Sensing no movement or fear from the goblin, the rascally
wabbit pressed forward in a bee line to its prey. Blixighisk started started to shimmy
wildly in a chaotic jig and as he flailed about exotically, he took hold of a burgeoning roll
of belly-fat and slapped it to the ground, mocking the wabbit's ear-dipping slam to the
ground. A powerfull *BOOM erupted with a crackle like thunder had just clapped! He
spun around and around, faster and faster, until he was a whirring green and black blur.
When he had become a veritable fury, a goblin storm of whipping chaos which
generated a convex of blue and green sparks, the quixotic goblin bolted at the colossal
wabbit! It knocked Blixighisk's furry foe over and stunned the valiant defender of its kin
badly. Before goblin tore off around his fallen foe leave a flaming trail of clawed
footprints, he'd reached down and plucked a whisker from the wabbit, so large it would
on the ground but with one keen eye peered upon the escaping goblin, elated in his
heart that he'd fended off the predator. Blixighisk rubbed his thumb and index finger
together setting the whisker on fire, laughing maniacally as it burned up in the wind. The
fire burned out and left pools of red blood, the excrement of a goblin fleeing paradise.
Blixighisk was lusting for something: an object, a place, a creature..the best part for him
was getting there. As he paraded around the wilds of the boundless plains, forests, hills
and valleys, mountains, rivers and waterfalls he began to feel more and more hungry for
something which was unattainable that went with the aims of his mission. He knew in his
cold dark heart (which he did have one of though it had no vector but a void) that once
he had located that which he was seeking that it would be time for a trip to the nether
world. Herdoles would be there and considering this, the dark green horror yowled
uncontrollably at the satiation of pleasing his master upon his return. It was not
something he would be able to understand, the concept of failure but for him the only
issue was exactly when or where he would redirect himself to find the master in the
abyss who would accept his offering, bestow an issue of new powers and feed him with
When he came upon a tribe of wild humans living in a densely packed forest where all
the trees were a very rich brown with orange and almost black leaves. Giggling
feverishly, the paunchy green goblin lurched around in search of an ideal ambushing
position until he found a rocky ledge with a massively thick tree which would give him a
once, with the size differential between them and their positions he managed to take
down several dozen at once. Crushing several of them to death by his massive weight
and the severity of his leverage, he swept a tremendous arm around one of their necks
as he toppled the rest. The head of his victim was blasted to bits with the clenching of
his forearm in the headlock he had the tribesman in. Leaping up from the deapitated
body, he chomped into the skulls of the remaining downed bodies as if they were fish
he'd snatched out of one of the flowing rivers. Blixighisk crunched greedily to whet his
ever growing appetite, and brains slopped around his chin. The fatty tissue mingling with
the skull fragments and facial pieces really made it candy for the foul one. The tribal
people came barreling from both directions at the belching, chuckling goblin with slimy
brains of their fallen dripping off his wet maw. They pointed long sticks which tapered
into a fine sharp point at the demonic goblin who rested his head on one shoulder
mockingly while planting his wide feet on the ground, leaning on both knees with his
stout dark green hands. With the tribe rushing in a heated savage fury at him, the goblin
snorted a pair of acidic smelling blue green clouds and smiled ear to warty pointed ear.
A slithering brown and yellow patterned snake slithered from out of nowhere in front of
Blixighisk and between the assaulting tribesmen who were just about to courageously
challenge the hell spawn. The hissing reptile encircled the gross goblin which made both
sides of incoming tribal warriors halt and stare at the ground. This particular asp had
been traversing the nether world, a virtual colleague of Blixighisk's and it had
materialized into the habitat it most enjoyed when seeking fresh eggs to suckle at the
moment when the goblin had unleashed a fresh bloodbath-- such quality energy to
consume!
The dithering snake had no opinion of the human tribesman or the goblin either way, but
decided to make an offer for some serendipitous company to its home. A hole formed as
the goblin hissed an odious black gas from his venom sacks into the soil. Following his
breath, the snake descended into the ground with his portly mate following behind him.
Luckily for Blixighisk, the nether hole being formed was a dimensional illusion and thus
his planetary like girth was able to fit snugly into the hole as the black tipped tail of the
snake tread downward before him. Though it was a nether gas being used to shape the
hole, the asp was leading them to a natural area under real dirt and the aroma met the
ravenous goblin's stout nostrils making him salivate in a green frothy mess. If the snake
had eggs down there then maybe there was a schmorgusbord of locally harvested prey
down there just marinating while the poor goblin starved. When they finally got to the
burrow, the snake simply stared back with red slitted yellow eyes at the goblin and
hissed. A glow began to pulsate in front of Blixighisk's forehead as his soul was tapped,
but what happened was only a moment between them in which the asp only hissed:
“You are here for a reason, and I cannot help you. If you feast here too much I will have
“I will do as I please and feast the same with great ease!” replied the goblin.
“Do you as you will but I will be there still when you are gone, gone, gone.”
“As it must be, then it shall be and I’ll remain in a song, song, song!” shouted the goblin.
The snake only stared back with a flickering orange tongue as the goblin tunneled back
up to the surface by clawing his own way to to the top. As he leaped forth out of the hole
(which was off in the distance from the now praying tribal people), a shiny object of some
sort caught his attention from out of the corner of one of his thickly lidded eyes. In a mad
rush to attain his artifact, he hurtled forward in a galloping waddle. Without breaking
stride, Blixighisk reached up while passing under a tree on the redder side of brown with
silvery hair-like leaves hanging in long bunches and swiped at the dangling foliage to
catch what he noticed moving around in them-- a horned spidery creature with silver
haired long legs (about eighteen of them) and a bright red mark on its scaly head. A
bulging deep red poison sack was on the back of the spindly creatures back and when
Blixighisk had caught the wild creature in his fleshy palm. He ripped the venom sack off
immediately and popped it in his mouth, discarding the carcass as he trolloped on. The
poison would have killed any animal it touched in the forest but to the goblin it was a
tasty delicacy which burst in his mouth like a caviar. Slurping down the remains of the
membrane which had been juiced of its nourishing fluids, Blixighisk broke wind which
made a gust of putrid green smoke that killed off several bunches of insects who
What had caught his attention and led him toward the lush brown forest in the first place
was now glittering closely before his eyes. He had stopped dead at the spot where the
shiny flicker came from, a spinning oblong object on the end of a something like a
spider's web. It was reflecting sunlight now with a captivating glimmer and it was making
the sweaty goblin excited (his sweat was moldy smelling droplets of tar black sludge).
He wasn’t capable of identifying what the pendulous item but was sure it was what he
was after so grabbed at it the split second his fascination and fixation on how to deal
with it stopped. When he snatched it away he shoved it into a slit in his skin which he
had cut out with his obsidian dagger only to pocket the unique treasure. The location of
this sliced opening in his fleshy folds was to the side of his groin which was covered by a
leather flap which grew out of his pubis in place of hair as a protective armor. The
pillowed thighs under the captured loot shook with his ambulation toward his new
As the adipose goblin streaked through the terrain on his one-tracked quest to find the
nether hole and leap in, he determined from his bonding with the prize by his loins
(which were not for reproduction but but a weaponized version of excreting waste fluids).
His inner walls of rippling fat which layered beneath his skin like squeezed puss had
formed around the thing lodged inside to feel its temperature, its resonances, its
feelings. What this all told him was that the object in question was a solidified parasite
(something like a leech but tougher and with only suckers all around its body rather than
any smooth bodily mass). The creature was capable of sucking on metals, lava,
diamond like hard substances and many other unlikely meals by converting the matter
of almost anything it came it attached itself to into a synthetic blood it could nourish itself
with. This was through a unique to nature chemical process within the organism
involving an acidic enzyme and its own internal plasma. Blixighisk was not very scientific
in how he accessed the information translated by his cellulite but suffice it to say that he
knew what he had to know to get what he was doing done for his master.
This particular leech had been very lucky or intuitive or otherwise fortunate to have
vampirically applied itself to gold nuggets and other more magical and rare metals from
inside a nearby mountain region. The internal system of the magical leechy creature had
converted the materials to a lustrous food which manifested itself by coloring all of
suckers a shining true gold. It would have been hard to differentiate between a metallic
object or the flesh of a parasite if it were not moving in the wild. Apparently a spidery
web had caught the leach but whatever had spun it found the hard gold qualities to its
skin indigestible and possible fatally poisonous. But the leech itself may have been a
victim of its own success when the metallic coating it had grown reacted with the
dripping poisons of the web. The particular form of venom had an acidic compound in it
which form crystalls around the metallic surface, forcing it to stay put. It was either dead
or in a state of mummification which probably had not happened too frequently at all on
Blixighisk goblin howled at two crescent moons which had appeared in the sky as he
neared Ulojhr. He fancied fresh Ulojhrian necks but instead would have to go straight for
the nether hole as his master would not want an instant to spare. His buttocks were
offensive in the night air as he tramped through the rocks and bushes of a more barren
section outside of the grandly illuminated soul city. Fleshy rippling walls of an inhumanly
grotesque form wafted airs so offensive that the Ulohjrians actually had to laugh at the
effects they noticed in the essence they sensed collectively to their surroundings, a lot of
deaths of insects and small critters as well as permanently stained vegetation from the
A troupe of blonde, curly haired men jostled through the entrance of the city, which in this
particular area was a wiry blue light bridge over a stream of pink water that rose and fell
with incredibly rapid speed. It was an indication of the energy from the people of the city
who were always bustling with a social instinct to uplift themselves with each other, a
steadily rewarding vow to appease their need to be loved and to love each with a natural
sincerity. Eventually they hoped to blend into a singular form of energy, and shoot out
into the stars like spores. They had been working on this for several million generations,
and their buildings grew more nurturing for their symbiosis. The goblin's presence in the
locale was totally alien and without the more covert advantages that H'aru possessed
was about as obvious to the Ulohijans as the red sun. None of the city dwellers had seen
a goblin before but they wouldn't be shocked by the form it took visually if there
When the wretched thing launched himself over the accelerated sinking and rising of the
meandering along from behind. The male at the forefront who was conveying something
to his brethren there was forming his hands together in an arrow and indicating with calm
evocation something about a nice bit of food. Food for them like their clothes was mostly
comprised of light, They had a way of feeding on the fruits of their region which involved
a communal meditation and mass burning of a much more potent cousin to cannabis.
The preparation of their banquet channeled their energies into the fruits which merged in
an exchange of light fields converging with the group's karmic aura. This colorized the
fruit before consumption with a mystical incandescence as the peoples own skin began
to share the colors from the fruit. The clothing they wore were comprised of woven fibers
of light which continuously churned in microscopic twists that reformed the intertwining
strands, creating an effect that merged with their own colorations. Thus there were
moments when they appeared to be entirely comprised of light themselves as they were
glowing in their own colorations variously to their moods. These occurrences increased
As Blixighisk trounced past the targets if his horrible ridicule, his meaty fingers clutched
at the hair of the leading male who was casually conversing in silence with his
benevolent cohorts. As the slimy fat fingers groped at the slender blonder Ulojhrian in a
light suit which was more less giving the appearance of having skin of colored light, the
man leapt aside and dove into the quickly rising rose colored rapids. He had sailed down
with a gleeful giggle then disappeared into the waters without any sign of the light he
was giving off from below. The goblin raised his leathery pubis flaps and streaked past
the uninterested Ulojhrians who were already moving onto their more desirable meals
and hoping their best for the deadly interloper. Sloshing the water off his hair with a
backward wipe over his head, his slick blonde wavy hair retained a pink afterglow as his
flesh suit lit up in a pleasing yellow. This was a sign of his succeeding in a form of joke
that the other Ulojhrians witnessing had understood since they all began to flare up with
The billowing shape of the goblin sped on without notice by the rest of the Ulojhrians
who had all registered the event and behaved as if it was more or less over. Since the
result of the entertainment was predictable, they felt encouraged to an even more
delightful meal with the help of their new jokes. Blixighisk vowed to get one of them in
the end as he raced off with economical grace in his flight to the nether hole nearby. He
was being sucked in already and the pressure in his already dense as can be cranium
allowed him to feel the location as it moved closer to him. He snorted in laughter as he
congratulated himself on gathering the golden leech. He hurled the obsidian dagger at
the stream of oncoming Ulohjrians who were the last pack he would see before coming
upon the edge of the city. They simply moved on and the dagger sailed forth between
their bodies harmlessly without alarm. The knife clanked on the colorful stone walkway
leading to the cliff side in the surrounding forest and Blixighisk scooped it right back up
off the ground in rhythm with his racing pace to the supreme master Herdoles. It had
landed in a puddle and the water bubbled up around the cursed weapon and spit it up
just as the chunky hand was seizing it. The Ulojhrians all smiled affectionately with each
other and their guest though they weren't curious enough to use their eyes or feelings to
sense more than they already had from the disaffected fellow. They were able to relish
even more their anticipation and colorful salivation for their version of fresh bread which
was something like a mallow plant that was heated by a blazing fire to expand and form
an orb of deliciousness) With some of their fermented nectars which bubbled and fizzed
with natural effervescence, their intoxications with the pleasures in life (mostly the
pursuit of appreciation for one another) would increase. The events of the evening would
bring a vibrant response to relish for yet even more wonderfully interesting and fulfilling
The goblin picked up his speed and raced out of the city boundaries which were more or
less defined a channel of water in a ring around the sitting, floating in mid-air. This was
always responsive to the vibrations of the Ulojhrians and would gather and return energy
from the surroundings. The nicest part for them was the pleasant scent it gave off which
was overpoweringly pleasant and calming in a way which was the equivalent of an
aphrodisiac for human contact without sex. They were sexual beings of course but they
had a way of harnessing their genetic conscience so that their procreation was rarely
physical anymore. They had times when their parties were nothing but group orgies and
private lovemaking sessions between the adults without shame or social conflicts. Their
history was a grand evolution which had at this time resulted in a shift toward light from
flesh which would send them to a destiny which was unpredictable beyond resolution
All of this was revolting for Blixighisk to be around without having a little amusement like
ripping their necks apart, so he thundered on and over the ledge which caused his
doughy skin to flatten and flutter against his massive portions of underlaying fat. As he
approached neared to the nether hole, he noticed a tiny curvature of the shape to a plant
on the ground which was revealing the location more obviously than it would have been
otherwise to detect. Seeing this he tucked his knees into his arms and spun into the
nether hole with increased precision. Those who managed to survive the abyss of the
nether would see their souls reflecting at them without a separation of time and if they
were able to lock up with their own intentions then they would survive. It sounds simple
and easy but in actual fact the experience of simply being around creatures who were
able to survive would usually be perilous or near a highly exceptional soul like a powerful
As he floated into the un-ness of the nether hole, he rode along visions of agony and
blissful torture, upon eternities of ugliness and despair, of utter power and sheer control
at all he was experiencing. His sadism was met with unending monstrosities with
victimizations of universes and the exhileration from the gratification of instant mass
horrors. This was the netherworld where tortured souls were the roads he traveled.
There was no material thing there, but his understanding that he had beheld a strangely
beautiful golden exalted him in a nether lather of his aura as he made motion through
nothingness. The speedier goblin who had already jumped down the hole of endless
nothing before him was able to bond with his blood brother in spirit. There was no time in
the abyss of the nether and the visit H'aru had previously was still happening as it was
never happening at all at the same time Blixighisk was dematerialized to hellish
intoxication.
when it happens there. The nether hole was accessible to the sorcerer at any time, but
they knew he preferred to use an alternative portal, one which only he could venture into
with some hidden route. So they awaited him his arrival, jockeying for ethereal positions