A fic requested by a writer who wanted to remain anonymous. Thanks for the idea, Mr. Anon ;) I am gonna warn you it probably isn't what you expected, sorry if it's not up to par.

Darkness and Light, Into the Chaos!

A dwarven monk was journeying through the Neverwinter Woods. Lord Nasher had requested all available adventurers scope out the areas the Cult of the Eye had been seen to make sure it was truly ended. Seeing a chance to bring death, Grimgnaw had easily volunteered. Now, wandering through the Woods, he expected something by now. He had been walking for hours and had yet to encounter anyone.

He knew the thought shouldn't have come to him as five men in the very familiar outfits of the Cult members appeared. The monk took his fighting stance. "Death comes to us all!" was his war cry as he threw a fist, knocking back the nearest man before another swung his ax. Grimgnaw deflected it before kicking the attacker away and smashing his fist into the throat of a third with enough force to break it.

That was the last thing he remembered before feeling a solid blow over his head, knocking him out.

...

The monk woke in a cave and attempted to sit up, only to find himself completely restrained. As his vision came back to him, he saw multiple Cult members around him. "Ah, you're awake." came a somewhat sleazy voice next to him.

Grimgnaw twisted his head to see what he assumed to be the leader of this group with a book in his hand. "Release me at once!" the dwarf demanded. He absently noted he was strapped to an altar, his robes replaced with a single loincloth. He found himself remembering the death of his son at his own hand.

It had been his initiation, and while he occasionally wondered if it was the right choice at times, he had done the deed without hesitation. What a fitting end, just like the son I murdered all those years ago.

The Cult members laughed as the leader withdrew a dagger. "What's the point of that? The Creator Race you worship is finished. I saw it myself." Grimgnaw asked dryly.

"Their spirits still live on. It is those spirits we wish to serve now." The leader replied, slicing along the dwarf's arm. To his credit, Grimgnaw didn't scream as the clearly poisoned dagger cut his flesh, spilling blood down the altar and onto the cave floor. The leader was whispering what the monk assumed to be a prayer.

The mutilation continued until the leader finally, after flaying his sacrifice's limbs, plunged the dagger into the dwarf's heart, ending his life.

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Grimgnaw woke feeling a bitter cold. Sitting up, he found himself in a city covered in snow. Rising to his feet, the dwarven monk walked into the blizzard he saw forming, hoping to maybe find his son.

Five bucks to the first person who guesses where the creepy dwarf is right now(Not really). So, what did people think? Leave a review of what you liked and/or didn't, flame and I block or remove. Until Next time!