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The rumbling sound grew louder as the thing, whatever it was grew closer. Mirrik knew the dangers of the cave and if the Crusader-soon-to-be Assassin could actually make it out alive then he would be ready, not just for the role as an assassin, but as a Master. The thing inside was a creature, changed and twisted by the darkside. Once a human, the previous bogans fate was not simply death, but worse, stripped of who he was by the current Bogan, mind drained of all thought, only an animalistic drive of chaos, destruction. The darkside had consumed his mind, his soul too. None knew the fate of course, it was a secret that only select few masters and The Bogan himself would indulge in. The previous Bogan had died, the man who had once been the Bogan had not, though he was weakened extravegantly and had no mind of his own. A thrall to the will of the Bogan himself, a will consumed by the want of chaos and destruction...
A creature burst into the cave, pale skin, nearly luminecent. It quickly found it's prey and began to attack, casting a force lightening, all the while screaming at high, beastly pitches, seemingly fueled by the force to near ear shattering levels.
A creature burst into the cave, pale skin, nearly luminecent. It quickly found it's prey and began to attack, casting a force lightening, all the while screaming at high, beastly pitches, seemingly fueled by the force to near ear shattering levels.