Caverns of the Skull
...a short story by Calis
The Six-Hunderd and Forty-Third Layer of the Abyss, also called Caverns of the Skull, in the blocked memories of the Nameless One.
"Where are ya going, ya leatherhead?"
A big man with an even bigger axe, clad in black plate, was blocking his way.
For a moment, the huge warrior
paused. It had been a while since anyone dared to speak to him like
that. Then he regained his posture. "I'm going to enjoy putting YOU
in the dead-book over and over again..."
And then it dawned on him.
He'd been in this situation
As fast as it had decelerated, time accelerated to its normal pace again. Laughing, Malkas took another swing. This time, however, the Nameless One was ready. A swift step back and a blow with the flat of his blade did the trick, and the proxy suddenly found his axe in a less favorable position. "Goodnight, berk." With a swift thrust of his blade, Malkas was sent to his next life.
The Nameless One resumed his journey through the madness that is the Caverns of the Skull, skillfully dodging the hordes of battling petitioners, occasionaly raising his sword to block an attack by a raging petitioner.
And then he took a wrong turn.
The sounds of battle instantly
Then he saw the woman.
She was of a dark, unearthly eastern beauty. Soft as her voice was, the power was evident nonetheless.
"So, you were looking for
The deity smiled.
"There is a price to pay,
of course. And you might not like paying it."
A long ceremonial dagger
appeared in her hands. "Poor addle-coved immortal... By coming here,
you've already sealed your fate."
"You won't escape me!"
The Nameless One realised he was far from safe. The Plane of Infinite Portals still held a lot of danger, so he dashed for the portal that would take him to the relative safety of Sigil. He gasped as the effect of his haste spell was lost, and felt his heart burning inside of him. None of this mattered though, he got away. These were his last thoughts as the lethal poison kicked in and his mind faded into darkness on the streets of Sigil...
"You couldn't resist, could you? You had to follow the addle-coved advice of that cross-trading Dustman, didn't you? I told you Kali wouldn't cut any deals... For someone who is as old as you are, you're pretty stupid. You don't know how lucky you are that you didn't end up being her pet immortal."
This was strange. He didn't remember knowing a flying skull. He didn't remember anything.
"Who are you? Where am I?"