Vrugz had left the Council Hall and began to head toward the ominous looking structure known as the Warlock's Den. The council had been in deliberation for hours regarding the strange trinket the fool shaman, Uglutz, had brought before them. He had claimed it was some great artifact of untold power stolen from the alliance. Uglutz called the device a "yo-yo". The council had ended with having to cut Uglutz out of the device, as with attempting to demonstrate its power, had completely wrapped himself up it its entangling rope. This time, the fool shaman was correct; the device was indeed powerful. If only they could reverse engineer this powerful magic and use it towards their own ends.....
Approaching the great steel door of the Warlock's Den, Vrugz knocked on the door three times, paused, then knocked twice more. Nothing happened. Vrugz knocked again, this time four times followed by two times. Someone on the other side of the door knocked back once and then five times. Growling with rage, Vrugz began to kick the door yelling "Me gib sekrut nok! Open da door!".
A sniveling voice from the other end of the door growled back, "Sekrut nok dub nokz! Den nok fibe timez!" Vrugz then knocked as he was told, four times followed by one knock. "Dat nub it!" someone again yelled through the door. "Dat nub da sekrut nok!"
"Me gib sekrut nok! Me nok ash time! Den me nok dub timez!" Vrugz yelled in rage.
"Uki, dat da sekrut nok!" someone replied through the door. Within moments the sound of great metal locks began to unlock and the door swung inward allowing Vrugz passage. Bowing low, a young warlock peon glanced around to see if anyone else was about the exterior of the compound. Seeing they were alone, he quickly slammed the door after Vrugz had entered.
The interior of the Warlock's Den was very dark, as one would expect. Runes glittered on the interior walls, holding some type of deep and evil magic (the goblin engineer's had sworn the runes were indeed dark magic, but in reality it was nothing more than flourescant paint with a black light). Entering the main chamber of the den, Vrugz grinned at those present. In the center of the chamber was a slightly deformed shape of a denzien of the depths. Nearly half a dozen warlocks circled the summoned creature, mumbling spells and incantations to remove its power, holding the demon in place, while other warlocks questioned the pet.
"Mastah! It ib true! Da old cheef hab been found!" cried one of the peons. "Da demon hab contakted hem!" Nodding his head in satisfaction, Vrugz sat in the corner chair that was shrouded in blackness and proceeded to watch the inquisition of the demon.
Volonazra had entered the portal many moons earlier, and they had not had contact with him since. Only by sheer luck had the warlock brotherhood been able to call forth a demon from Outland, who indeed had heard of their former chief. As Vrugz quietly contemplated their next course of action, alarm bells rang out from within the Warlock's Den. Rising to his feet, he ran toward the sound of the disturbance.
"But hem gib sekrut nok! How hem gruk da sekrut nok if hem nub a shadowmastah?!" screached the sniveling doorman as another warlock beat him mercilessly with a blunt object.
"Wut wrung? Wut goin on?" questioned Vrugz.
"Dis heer panzie let in dat sneek'r! We smak'd dat sneek'r on da noggin' and chazed hem out!" The warlock turned back to the door guard and continued beating him, each time stripping the skin from his back. It appeared it was a close call, the rogue had been turned away before he had seen too much. Vrugz also took a turn beating the door guard. They had invested too much time and energy into their plans. It was imperative that nobody knew of their actions before they had figured out how to enter the dark portal and once again reunite with their brother Volonazra.....
