The Marakese

Demarius

Demarius, the man made from rocks stood in front of the house of Arakur. He had a hundred others like him behind him. Arakur stepped outside was pleased to see Demarius." I heard the news that you are waging a war agasint the kingdom?" he asked Arakur. Yes, replied Arakur. We would like to fight with you, said Demarius. You are more than welcome to fight with us, said Arakur. In return all we ask is for a place to stay in these mountains, said Demarius. That can be arranged, said Arakur. Thank you, said Demarius. 

"Demarius the rock people largely lived underwater near the lands of Isin. They have lived there for centuries. They ate and hunted the sea like their counterparts " The fish demons". All was well until recently when the fish demons had departed the seas. The fish demons were crucial to the life of the rock people, as the fish demons had the power to create the vacuum bubbles in the ocean. These large bubbles housed the rock people. Now ever since the fish demons were captured elsewhere, the rock people had no choice but to move out of the ocean underwater and find a way home. The reason the rock people lived underwater in those parts is that the people did not like to have them around. And when the people saw them, they used to throw rocks and stones at them. It was a large joke to the people to throw the stones and small pebbles at them. "Eat them you cannibals" they would say to the rock people. The rock people were peaceful and did not like to engage in combat even though they were well adept at it. Now Demarius spoke to his people" Fight for dignity and honor" he said to his people. 

So there landed Philippe....

In Isdor where there was no one to be seen around. The island was empty, totally bereft of people. There were trees and boats that hung dry beside it. There were boar like creatures and Philippe heard noises of more harmful animals deep in the forest. He loaded his gun and kept ready. There was a large volcano too in this island. The volcano has not erupted in a thousand years. And when it does erupt, it wipes out the population of the whole island. Philippe wary of the multitude of dangers that the island had walked to find Ardvan. There it was a small home, and in front of the house was many fowls that ran astray. Philippe went and knocked on the door of the house. An old man who was very untidy walked out of it." What do you want" he asked rudely to the man. I was sent here by the king to meet me. The king? asked Ardvan." What does he want from me"? a fowl? he joked sarcastically. If this did not ire the irk of Philippe, any further conversation with Ardvan was about to. Philippe understood this and tried to speak in a wise manner. I would like to purchase a fowl indeed, he said to Ardvan. What is the price of it? he asked Ardvan. " Your hand, either one of them" replied Ardvan. Can I pay by precious metals ? asked Philippe as he took some metals out form his pocket. Ardvan laughed." What possibly can a metal be of use to me" he asked him. Philippe kept the metals back inside his pockets and asked Ardvan " Is it true that you killed every one of the people who lived here and ate them" he asked him. Yes, replied Ardvan.: I roasted them all and ate them". And each and every one of them were tasty, said Ardvan. Philippe was growing suspicious by the minute by the claims of Ardvan. He surely hides something, concluded Philippe. Okay I will pay for the fowl with my hand, said Philippe and asked for a sword to cut his hand off. Ardvan went inside his house and came out of it with a sword. Here! take this he said to Philippe. Cut a hand and give it me! he said. Philippe swung his word and tried to cut his left hand. He closed his eyes and expected to wail in pain. But nothing happened, the sword broke in half. Ardvan laughed! you cannot harm yourself even if you wanted to, he said and took his sword back. I'm not a cannibal like they say. That was just a bad joke that has turned into the truth. I too am like you, he said to him. I too cannot die even if I wish to, he said. This volcano erupts and kills people every once in a while, but it does not kill me. And for some strange reason, it does not kill the fowls too, he said to Philippe. And there is some thing else I need to tell you, said Ardvan. There are goblins inside those mountians. Those Volcanoes hide goblins inside them, said Ardvan. They like metals and other things, so your offer might interest them, he said. Thank you, said Philippe and walked towards the volcanic mountains. 

"So there walked Philippe towards the volcano" He climbed the mountain and reached the edges of the volcano. He leaned and saw the lava at the center of it boiling. The heat was too much for him to take. He could barely even look at it for a few seconds inside. How am I going to go inside ,he wondered. As he stood there, there was a voice from inside the Volcano. Who it there? asked a treacherous voice. Philippe, he replied. What do you want ? asked the treacherous voice again. I come in here for the king, replied Philippe. Do the king have metals with him? asked the goblin. Yes, many metals, replied Philippe. A goblin slowly emerged from the volcano. Show me? it said to him. These creatures of the dark terrified Philippe. He had not seen anything like this in his life. He managed to stay on his mind and handed the metal to the goblin. The goblin looked at it and examined them. Very good indeed, said the goblin. Did you meet the head goblin on your way in? asked the goblin. No, I did not see any, replied Philippe. The head goblin, he takes the form of a human to eat the flesh of humans, said the goblin. Ardvan? asked Philippe. Yes, Ardvan, replied the Goblin.