Lords of RPG

It was late.  Timm lay quietly next to Merique, listening to her soft breathing as she slept.  He enjoyed the feel of her naked warmth pressed up against him. He took in her scent, and let images of their evening together play over in his mind.  She was the latest in many conquests, but like each one she seemed a sweeter fruit than the last he sampled.

It was two nights after the Quiet Man had come to town and met his fate.  Timm shuddered at the thought of it, and for a moment he could feel the creatures long claws ripping open his back.  The pink moonlight, resulting from Primus and the Child shining together in the night sky lit the room dimly.  Timm looked to the dark corners of the room, a feeling of panic rising up through his body.

No...no.  That was over.  They had cut him, and whipped him, and burned him with fire.  They had cut his head off, and watched his wretched body bubble and dissolve into a puddle of foul ooze.  It was over.

Timm nuzzled his face into Merique's raven dark hair, and welcomed the peace of sleep.

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Timm awoke, his eyes shooting open, but all was darkness.  Pitch black darkness.  Timm gasped, and realized he was underwater...deep in the dark abyss that lay at the bottom of all things.  While Timm could see nothing, he felt the presence of his benefactor.  His savior.  His master.

Timm hoped he was dreaming, but he knew better.  He felt the water on his skin and in his lungs.  The cold of the depths was needling its way into his muscles and sinews.  He could taste the salt water in his mouth, and the weight of hundreds of feet of water pressing down on him.  He had been summoned.  This was no dream.

He wasn't sure at first, the sensation was so subtle.  But as time went by he was sure of it.  There was movement in the inky water around him.  The slippery undulations of unseen things slithering all around him.  He felt something heavy and slimy slide across his cheek, and he flinched.  "Master?"

Deep sounds like whale song mixed with the rush of ocean currents over deep-water reefs entered into Timm's head.  He could feel the sound in his ears, his mind, and in his chest as a painful vibration.  Timm picked words out of the maddening din, and gathered the following meaning:

Without me you would be dead.
Without me you would be powerless.
Without me you would be nothing.
You are a means to an end.
You are a tool to be used.
I will give you more power.
But, you must prove your loyalty.
You must prove you usefulness.
You must pay for what you are given.
In blood.  And sacrifice.  In salty tears.
Or I will end you.
I will crush your body.
I will rend your soul.
I will erase all memory of you
In a grasping tide that washes all away.
Trust that I mean what I say.
BE GONE!

Timm awoke to the sound of the surf slamming into the rocky shore.  He picked himself up, rubbing at cuts and bruises all over his body.  He was drenched, and coughed up the last of the sea water in his lungs.  

He considered his master's words, and the deal by which he was bound...