DarkLight - Commando Inc. 1

Her high pitched scream filled the chamber as Modok jumped up and down howling in glee.

"But you see, times have changed and we must adapt." Insane laughter filled the chamber. Donar turned and snarled at his war chief. "Fool! Bring me the sorcerer. There is still much to do. Before you go. Dispose of that," he said, a tentacle pointing at the nearly severed body.

"Yes, my lord," Modok said, fear in his voice as he hung the huge axe back on its bracket on the wall and quickly grabbed hold of the small creature before he left the chamber. Donar still held the energy weapon, it's upper barrel still glowing with the incredible power it had just released.

He thought that even with all of these powerful weapons, he still needed the old sorcerer for his plans to succeed. There was a small line that separated his science from the other's black skills. He had been a useful convert before his exile and had used his imprisonment to perfect his craft. The creature seemed to possess a power about him that transcended the normal bounds of science. How Snatak accomplished some of the things that he did, he didn't even know, but if Snatak proved useless to him, he would again use the resources of his laboratory deep within the bowels of the old castle. Donar sealed the weapons chamber and moved back to the window to once again bathe in the chants of the crowd.

Minutes later he could hear a light knocking at the door of his chamber. Sitting, he rested his energy weapon in his lap.

"Enter."

An ancient elfin figure entered. Resembling a two-legged rat with long pointy ears and whiskered snout, the old sorcerer stood before his king, his tattered brown robe clinging to his slight body. "You wished to see me, my lord?" the sorcerer asked, his head bowed.

"Yes, Snatak. Sit, we have much to discuss." The sorcerer sat by Donar's side. They had failed in the past. This time all would succeed.