on the very northern edge of udyr, lays a dark and abandoned place, once a peaceful and livable forrest area, with lakes with clean, untantied water, trees as tall as human built scyscappers, and a place where snow would never fall, rain would never come down for more than an hour, and no human, orc or any other humaniod creature was there to cause it harm.

but that was around 200 years ago, before it became a settelement for viking refuges attempting to escape norway's new christian rule, where killing was not only honorless, but frowned upon, as it should have been.

the brutal viking warriors ripped down several trees and used thier wood to build houses, the houses were built upon lands that had been plucked clean of plants and grass and salted.

thou the vikings were harsh to the land, they were nothing compared to the orcs, who sluaghtered the viking warriors for control of the hiding place.

the orcs had little to no respect for the land, they viewed the vast and lush grass as bothersome and useless, ripping it from its roots, burning it, and even salting the ground so it could not grow back.

trees were viewed by the orcs as only good for lumber, taking a good 90% of them down, and uses what they had to build much larger, and cruder structers, making even the vikings improvised, amateur, rushed huts look like masterpiaces in comparison.

as if the orcs cruel treatment of the land wasn't enough, the hideout was discovered by the alligence of races fighting the orcs, who, in a despreate time of war, fear, currouption, and cold war esque tension, burned down most of the area to drive the orcs out, killing much of what little was left of the wild animal, plant, and tree life that wasn't already destroyed from years of war.

and then, to make matters worse, a volcano once thought to be dorment eroupted, destroying everything left that still was alive, and burning the ground, making it black and stone like.

and then, just as things looked their worse for the land, a large pizza making company attempted to start a chain of food returants in the area called :

"uncle bucko's pizza, arcade games, childrens playground, and sex shop emporioum
for lesbians only."

it didn't last a month.

mear weeks afterwards, the skys above the area began to turn red, and a dark fog began to surround the air.

no one truly knew what happened to the land, but almost everyone agreed not to go near it.

little did they know, shortly after blackscale's hidden pact with loki, the land was used as blackscale's capital, making him the partial owner.

i say partial because in reality, blackscale didn't own any part of the land, it was actually owned by a bank in florida, blackscale only had a time share in it, meaning he owned the 5 months out of the year, the other 7 he would have to pay rent for, they also happened to be the last five months, and since this chapter is written in july, right now its under his false ownership.

and i say false because time shares are really, really bad ideas.

deep in the northest part of ondeslem (the area's name i didn't mention until now, and refuse to bring up again.) is the volcano i mentioned a while back.

on this volcano is a large leadge, right in the middle of it, on it is an area big enough to build a large citidel and several towers, and that is exactly what blackscale did, with loki's aid the building was made, becoming the core of blackscale's evil.

this enraged the bank, because it was built on a month blackscale didn't "own" ondeslem, after a long, and painful process with the bank, blackscale worked out a deal with the bank, making him have to pay rent for it, regardless of what month it is, the deal probebly broke every rule of real-estate, but in udyr there are no real-estate laws, meaning anything goes.

over time, many of his followers built houses in Ondeslem, moving themselfs closer to their master, and making them easier to control.

the citidel is filled with hundreads of gurads and henchmenm it has hundreads of rooms as well, well over 20 of them being diffirent types of torture chambers, but only one of them being a prison chamber.

part of today's story takes place in this horrible, murder and hatred filled, bank owned land.

deep within the black castle, at the top of mount onde, (given its name for the chaos it has brung), sits blackscale, sitting on his throne, the only light in the room is the deem light of the cyrstal ball.

he sits on his throne, leaning towards the cyrstal ball, slowly rubbing it, as if he is waiting for something.

silence fills the room, adding a wicked feeling to the air.

a loud knock is heard on the door, breaking the heavy silence.

"sir? sir!" says a nazaly voice from behind the door, sounding like a goblin. "lord blackscale! you're needed!"

blackscale slowly sits up and holds his right hand in the air.

he snaps his fingers and a door opens, the door shines light thru-out all the room, reavealing weapon racks, a fire place, and pictures of blackscale all over the walls of the round room, aswell a second door on the other side of the room.

the goblin quickly runs thru the open door, and kneels down next to blackscale's throne.

"lord blackkscale, forgive me for disturbing you." said the gobin. "but i have imporant news."

"hmm?" said blackscale, turning his head towards the nervous goblin.

"its 6:00pm," said the goblin "this is the time you visit the prisioner."

a look of subtle rage manifested itself on blackscale's face.

"thank you howard." said blackscale "i'll go atend to our guest right away."

-later that day-

deep underneath the castle, lies a large stockade.

the stockade is uncared for, and often when prisioners are put into it, they neglected until they ethier die of hunger or attmept to escape.

most of the lights are broken or worn out, and what lights aren't broken flicker or dime.

the sound of crying, screaming, cages bars rattling, and the walls being hit can be heard echoing thru-out the stockade.

the floors outside of the cells are dirty, puddles of blood can be seen in several places.

but the poor condition of the hallway is nothing compared to the cells.

rotting dead bodies, feces and blood splatered on the walls, and bugs scattering around are only a small portion of the attrocities inside these cells.

but there is one cell, sealed by an iron door, covered in barbbed wire, nothing can be heard from behind it.

the door has remained sealed for 5 years, none of the gurads have seen inside it, nor the prisioners, the only person to see inside it was blackscale himself.

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a large cloud of smoke explodes into the prision, sending out its smog to the surround cells.

Blackscale walks out of the cloud of smoke, the fumes not at all phasing him.

he walks down the hall of the hell he created, the dark prison in which the very worst things he has ever done lay on display, for him to view.

the prisioners shout and raddle their cage bars at the very sight of him, before he can even walk halfway down the hall, almost every living thing is an enraged by his apperance.

Blackscale merely ignores their cries of hatred, his mantains a calm, yet firece look on his face, his arms are crossed behind his back.

it had truly seemed to Blackscale that the cires of rage, the death at suffering around him, the objects throw at him, were all nothing out of the ordinary.

finally, Blackscale makes his way to the iron door.

he grabs a piace of barbed wire and rips it off the door, the rest of the wires coming with it.

he grabbed the handle of the door and slowly began to turn it.

Blackscale threw the door open violently, letting a dim blue-ish light into the room.

the light causes a large group of rats and bugs to scury away from the door.

the light reveals an elf chained to the wall by his hands.

his bones are poking out, indicating that he has not eaten.

he has a long, unkempet beard and mustache.

his eyes are bloodshot, and the light from the outside appears to be hurting them.

but still, he seems unphased, he continues to stair at Blackscale, despite the horible burning in his eyes.

the elf's mouth slowly forms a grin.

"Blackscale..." said the elf "i was begining to think you forgot all about ol' atlas."

"rest easy athlas" said Blackscale, giving a smug evil grin. "i will never forget you...."

"and futher more" said blackscale "i..."

blackscale's face became completly blank, as if he was suprised by something.

"i forgot why i came here."

blackscale snapped his fingers, and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

the iron door also repaired itself in said cloud of smoke, making the room completly dark, and removing any sign that blackscale was ever even in the room.

athlas slowly cocked his head right, and then slowly cocked his head to his left.

he slowly slid one of his hands out of the chains.

he put his free hand into a small hole in the bottom of the wall.

he moved his hand around bit and appeared to pull somtheing out.

it was a smaal, blank paice of paper and a pen.

he removed his other hand from the chains and began to write.

when he had finished writing, he folded the letter and moved it back into the hole.

the letter reads:

"to my love

life is begining to become much harder in the captivity of Blackscale has become a much larger hell then ever before, hard as it is to beileve.

he is hell bent on getting me to talk, but of what he wants me to say, i have no knowlage.

everytime he has come to my cell, he has seemed to become more and more distant, often forgeting why he even came.

i fear he may be slowly losing his mind.

he seems to be attempting to starve me, as on an average day he would throw a steak at me, and told me that if i could free my hands, i could eat it.

appartantly hes found out that i and indeed am able to remove my arms from the chains.

i survive on the bugs and rat in my dark and cramped cellar, it si not quite the nicest meal (by any standards), but at this point, i'll do anything to survive.

the only reason i have to rejoice for us being so far apart is the fact that you do not have to see me the way i am, my love, as the very sight of the broken man i am could crush anyone's spirit.

that, and the fact that i know that if Blackscale would torture you just to get infromation from me.

when the torture began, he asked me where you were, i told him i'd rather die then reveal your hiding place, he told me that i wasn't expendable enough to take that risk.

after that, he reasons became very unclear to me, at one time i assumed he wanted to know where i hid my blade, but he seems to care very little for its power, as i'm sure he is convinced he is already invunrable, he also doesn't seem to be threatened by it.

i also once thought he merely enjoyed my pain, but he has alwaysed seemed to have a reason for this endless torture.

my latest theroy has been that he seeks vengence, but that simply could not be, what have i done to him? was he a follower of the giant i slew? no, it couldn't be, as his army was filled only by orcs.

whatever reason he has for causing me pain, i have yet to find it.

i hope one day to return to you my love, but forgive me, it is starting to seem less and less likely.

at this point, i would need the aid of valhala itself to gain my rightful freedom.

until the day comes where i am freed, farwell.

athlas dawnblade, 9-02-08."

he put his hands back into the grip of the chains and tapped the wall.

inside the hole, a small rat picked up the note and ran into a hole within the hole in question.

the hole led to the feild behind the castle.

the rat ran to the center of the feild and dropped the note, he would then scurry off.

a large falcon flew into the feild and swooped up the letter, flying off with it.

[end of chapter four]