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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BLACKDIRGE" data-source="post: 1214694" data-attributes="member: 1953">Metamorphosis - From Dretch to Demon Lord<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forums/showthread.php?t=53842&page=1&pp=25" target="_blank">http://www.enworld.org/forums/showthread.php?t=53842&page=1&pp=25</a>Well just like the title says, my story hour documents the tranition of a mortal mage who upon his death undertakes a bizarre journey through the ranks of demonkind to the ultimate pinacle of evil, a Demon Lord.Here's what the readers are saying.arbados - Hey Blackdirge I have never checked out the story hour before and decided to just take a look. I started to read this post and said "WOW"!SpuneDagr - Blackdirge, this is great! I don't spend much time here in Story Hour, but this is keeping me on the edge of my seat! Please give us more soon!Slaadmaster - BRILLIANT! sithramir - Amazing writing... Not only is the story great and the characters very in depth, but the style is amazing. A small sample.The massive double doors swung open soundlessly to admit the terrible scaly form of Hedrenatherax, Pyrak’s balor major domo. The huge demon stalked directly up to the throne, his arms cradling a small, limp humanoid whose arms and legs dangled listlessly from the demon’s iron clasp.Pyrak eyes narrowed from above his massive folded wings at his second in command as he stood at the base of the steps and waited for his lord to address him. Pyrak made him wait for nearly five minutes, noting with pleasure how the balor’s gaze unerringly found the shattered body of Kugrot whose bloated corpse was emitting an over powering stench and a widening pool of thickening black slime. Finally growing bored with waiting Pyrak unfolded his wings revealing Fiendbleeder once again in its customary place across the demon lord’s knees, in easy reach. “Well Hedrenatherax, I hope you have not disturbed me needlessly, I am in a foul mood.” Pyrak punctuated his statement with an unmistakable glance at what remained of Kugrot.“So it would seem, my lord. But I have brought you something I believe you will find interesting.” Hedrenatherax said slowly, choosing his words carefully and keeping his tone flat and unchallenging.“What? That little faithless maggot you’ve got there?” Pyrak said uninterestedly. “Take it to the night hags, I have no use of it.”“If I may lord, this one is different…and dangerous.”“Dangerous? Hah!” Pyrak snorted mockingly. “The faithless are mindless drones, fit only for consumption or the spawning pits. How could one possibly be dangerous?”“They are dangerous when they have retained the memories and power they wielded in life, just as this one has.” Hedrenatherax countered simply.Pyrak regarded his balor servant skeptically noting for the first time that the two vrocks he had sent with Hedrenatherax on his foray to the Fugue Plane were conspicuously absent.“Where are Drezekar and Yaguvak?” Pyrak hissed his voice stained with venom and suspicion. The demon lord’s right claw tightened reflexively on the hilt of Fiendbleeder.Hedrenatherax did not falter in the face of his master and stood his ground. “Slain, by this faithless here. I swear it my lord.” A partial truth that Hedrenatherax desperately hoped Pyrak would believe. “If you would allow me to explain I think you will find my tale very interesting.”</blockquote>

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