Start of "A Champion's Tale". A short story i'm writing. Feel free to comment.

This is only the first few pages, and might contain some errors, but enjoy you're read anyway.


Some parody, but hey, the guy has literally no backstory or even story lines, so i went a wrote one for him.

...I hate my phone's auto-correct feature.



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The hammer came around, smashing into the creature. It splattered across the bloodstained stones, adding more gore to an already tarnished floor. Ash drifted through the air, the remaints of the golems last attack on him.

The bodiless legs teethered for a second, then fell over and hit the ground with a thud. "The last of the creatures." He thought. Kerr was making bold advances lately.

The Dread One was sweeping across the world, breaking it under his yoke. But, here, he gained no foothold. Here, within the Champion's Lair.

Torches, flickered on the walls, their everburning light casting light upon the been stone around him. Deep within the earth, this place was a veritable fortress. Long, narrow tunnels filled with monsters that did not serve Kerr prowled through the darkness, striking at anything that came close.

Great, thick vines broke through the ceiling above in two seperate places, winding down into the floor. Insects buzzed around them, drawn to the nectar. Three stone pillars stood, grey stone supporting the ceiling above. The fourth lay broken, shattered by a stray swing from his hammer in his duel with Aker. He growled, remembering the honorless Spjon. He had destroyed his body quite thoroughly, buying himself maybe a month until it reformed.

A great doorway of swirling darkness lay ahead, connecting his Lair to the rest of the world. His duties required him to remain here, for now. Soon, the Absolution would come again, and he would be free to wander. Would this be the Cycle in which he finally crushed Kerr? One could hope.

But for now...He was done here. Showering his mighty warhammer, he turned, and with his armor clanking the entire way, advanced to the portal. Swinging back, he concentrated the energy of Echo of the Hammer's head, and lashed out with all his might. The blow crashed down from overhead, striking the ground just inside the portal. A tremor ran up his arms from the impact, but he shrugged it off and pulled back.

Harsh white light spilled from the rent the impact had torn in reality, creating a spike of energy that stood to his own height. Anything that it touched would be destroyed. Enough for three days, more if anything wandered in it and was devoured.

Morgan turned and walked away, hammer light on his shoulder. Another would struggle to even lift the thing, but not he. He was long overdue a break from the non-stop violence of this world.

From memory, his hands ran over the blank wall, finding the hidden nook and grasping it. With a tank , he pulled it open, revealing a short corridor that ended with a blank stone wall. He stepped through and pulled the sliding boulder into place behind him. Going through the tunnel by memory, every step have been done dozens of times.

Ten steps later, he grasped the handle on the door and pulled it open. Quickly, he stepped through and pulled the door closed behind him. The racket his armor was making would alert anyone who managed to get through the spike he had set earlier, and they might come looking.

A great stairway stretched to either side of him, leading off into the darkness. To the left, it ran down, to the right up. It was wide enough to hold a full company on soldiers, and leisurely inclined, with steps made for giants.

To either side of the stairway, the space fell away into darkness, the streams of light from above clashing with the void below. Doorway were mounted periodically to either side of the status, pictures upon them depicting the world they led to.

Within them lay portals to their respective worlds. The door her had come from was solid obsidian, etched with flames, monsters, and undying warriors fighting in an endless cycle. Looking at it for too long would have negative effects on the mind, and bring out the bloodlust in a person. It was avoided by even the demons and devils on the Stairway to Infinity, as they had swiftly learned the immortality of this world did not apply to outsiders.

His own energy would create a hidden sub-portal back to his Lair, one guarded and we'll hidden. Anything unfortunate enough to stumble into the Deathtrap he had placed would pay dearly for their curiosity.

The Champion turned right and began to ascend, the sound of metal grinding into the white rock of the Stairway echoing through the void.

He passed doorways promising him peace, glory, riches and women, but ignored them all. Many of the doors blatantly lied about what was within them, intent on luring travellers to their deaths.