An avalanche of stone clattered to the dirt as whatever 'Roland' was seemed to fall apart and crumble, great obsidian boulders crunching, cracking and crushing the rotten-wooden trees around it's disintegrating, rocky corpse.

Steal's body went limp as he slammed into the dry, scorched earth beneath him, the goblin let out a wild gasp for air as he felt his spine go numb, and a much more ragged and wild scream as he felt one of the heavy, half-molten rocks the size of his bulbous head slam down into his arm.

You Have Suffered 5 damage

Bones snapped and flesh seared, sizzled and cooked as a wave of violent pain tore it's way up Steal's spindly arm.

The goblin had always liked the smell of cooking flesh.

But he didn't like it if it was the smell of his own flesh.

You Have Suffered 1 Fire Damage

You Have Suffered 1 Fire Damage

"REEEEE!!!" The goblin frantically kicked and screeched at the smouldering rock, feeling it roll further down his arm, searing more of his moss-green skin until, after one last, desperate push, the rock rolled off of his arm, searing his dirty fingertips as it hit the earth, setting the dry grass and dirt below it alight.

The earth beneath him smouldered as the goblin scratched frantically and violently at his reddened, scalded flesh. Eventually, after a minute or so of writing and retching, the pain numbed somewhat, and Steal could finally hear the faint 'tak' or slender, pointed legs striking into wood.

H-Holy-

Steal looked up, vision blurry and unfocused, eyes somehow both dry and watery, but he still saw her shape, eight legs around a hairy, slender body. He watched her slowly creep towards him, pushing a weighty, hairy leg into his side

You actually... killed Roland... I mean...

Steal could swear he heard a faint hint of smugness sink into the shock that rattled her voice.

You obviously couldn't have done this without my advice.

Steal's voice came out rough, raspy, exhausted. "You... be dead without me."

Well... Yes...

"I could have... let... you die... but no... Adolfus... is friend of Steal? Steal protect Adolfus..."

I...

The spider-demon let out a deep, resigned sigh.

I guess you're right, we're friends.

"Adolfus... friend" The goblin slowly pulled himself to his clawed feet, extending a hand to the spider. He was merely imitating the way that Kor'Ak greeted people, the goblin's brain didn't consider the fact that Adolfus didn't have hands.

Still, she awkwardly lifted one of her forelegs upwards tentatively, pressing it against Steal's palm as he gripped and shook it. Steal smiled in response, his row of yellowed, crooked fangs rising their way up from his gums and pointing down from above, like his mouth was a cavern of bony stalactites and stalagmites.

The goblin released Adolfus' leg, looking at her quizically, coal-black eyes looking into hers.

"So... Adolfus is my friend, and Adolfus said that a familiar was a demon-friend... Adolfus is also a demon... So demon-friend... Adolfus is familiar?"

Another heavy, resigned sigh whispered it's way through Steal's mind, like a gentle breeze. Physically however, the spider was merely clicking her mandibles with a degree of agitation, and a little bit of hope.

I... You want me to be your familiar?

"Adolfus is demon-friend! Adolfus is familiar."

The spider awkwardly tapped it's forelegs together and chittered to itself. If the spider could, she'd cry. Steal's offer was something she'd been looking to get her entire existence.

Baphomet, hear me. I, Arxcatiof Draidrean Opulak Larry Fryndohildyr Ureseskalenra Solamein agree to be pact-bound to Steal, the goblin.

A sudden, violent gale tore through the woods around them, screeching through the trees and tearing what few leaves there were from their branches.

You are heard.

Okay, Steal, just say "I accept"

The goblin said the words withou pause, trepidation, worry or anything besides a combination of curiosity and enthusiam. "I accept!"

Familiar Bound: A.D.O.L.F.U.S (Lesser Bloodhound Tarantula

The spider chittered again, mandibles clicking together excitedly to make a sharp 'tik' sound, repeated in swift succession.

Hey, Steal-

The spider raised one of its forelegs again to motion towards a glowing, molten ball of glassy rock, it burned a bright yellow, and was already bathing itself in a small pool of molten earth below it; unlike the other, dull black rocks that littered the earthy clearing, this one was perfectly smooth and spherical, like a perfect, glowing orb.

Steal certainly considered the glowing golden pen to be a thing of beauty; though the puddle of boiling, melted dirt that was continuously growing around it made him aware he probably shouldn't touch it.

You have enough left in you for another spell? Break that.

Steal mumbled quietly to himself as a line of information sprung into his mind.

MP 3/78 (2.0/m)

"No, no power for bolt left..."

Damn... We gotta break this...

The spider scuttled forwards again, tapping one of her hairy legs against a small and jagged black stone, smaller than her, but certainly not lighter.

Steal, quickly, grab this and smash the core

"The core?"

The incredibly hot ball of death that will put Roland back together if you give it enough time. I'm your friend right? Smash it.

Steal nodded, burned and battered legs carrying him forwards in an awkward waddle; his long, filthy fingers found purchase around the jagged stone, still warm to the touch but not scorching.

The goblin started walking again, warm stone pressed to his chest as he strained to carry it, the creatures muscles seemed to protest, legs shaking and arms numbing.

He still made it to his new target though, rock held high as he looked down at the glowing ball.

If this truly was what held that towering mountain of malicious stone together, its true form, its heart, seemed frail, pathetic. Disappointing.

Steal drove his pointed rock down with a screech, pain mixed with after, mixed with delight.

He was met by a violent sound as his stone punctured the core, pained howling and the overpowering sound of cracking, scraping glass as an uncountable number of crooked, sharp lines carved there way around the core.

Steal was ready to slam the stone back down again into the cracked, fractured ball. That was until a flood of myriad messages found their way into his mind.

Level Up!

Level Up!

Your Job 'Warlock' Has Reached Level 3!

STR +2,DEX +4,AGI +2,FRT +2,INT +4,WIS +6

A wide smirk brought itself wide across Steal's jagged grin.

Though it quickly melted away under the small fountain of scorching liquid that spurt forwards out of one of the molten core's cracks; a dying, spiteful action of a dying demon.

You Have Suffered 1 Fire Damage.

You Have Suffered 1 Fire Damage.

You Have Suffered 1 Fire Damage.

You Are Dead.