Her wrathful scream could be heard for miles if she wasn’t stuck underground in a nightmare of this worlds making.

Shae had found her way up a floor. Things were looking up for the young lady. The monsters that inhabited this floor were a small race of lizard men. They looked like overgrown geckos. With large bulbous fingertips and toes, large round eyes atop their heads. Like that insurance company’s mascot but up right and with a mouth of tiny razor-sharp teeth. Like the goblins, they were not much to call home about for combat strength. They were better strategists and worked a lot better together while fighting. For the first three rooms Shae was cruising. Nothing could stop her; she was on a solid roll. She was able to control her magic a lot better now. She was able to grasp and throw monsters around, albeit one at a time. She was getting the hang of using her force magic as a grasping combat tool. Even going to far as to crush bones with a bit of effort.

She had just finished fighting her last group, these rooms smelled kind of like fish which was better than the floors below.

Then she saw the spear embedded in the ground…

Pinning Felix’s weakly struggling body. Then he stopped. Head doing a little flop like a fish as he gave his last breath.

Shae’s mind exploded with fear, sorrow, denial, and finally pure rage.

Her power exploded out of her like a small atom bomb going off. The room instantly swept clean by the exploding force. All that was left were red smears on the walls. Nothing even left of Felix anymore. She did that…

Outside of the dungeon, the group keeping watch felt a small quake, all the loose stones around jumping slightly in the air. Mihk Asher went pale, he stormed toward the dungeon pushing against it with all the magic her could muster. Poor Nith and more than a few others were pushed aside by the man’s unleashed power against the doorway. Only for them all to be blasted back by a backlash. Mihk taking the full brunt of his own attack. The poor master mage was thrown ten meters back, his body a bloody torn mess. It took Nith and the healers a short, shocked moment to get moving to help the man. The air around the whole group became like a vacuum, being sucked down through the earth into the abyss below. Mel went pale, a premonition striking her unconscious. Kip barley had time to grab his sister.

“What the fuck is going on around here!!” Kip Shrieked

In the dungeon below Shae became enraged at herself for being so arrogant, so lazy, and unthoughtful. She was enraged at coming here, at being forced into all this. And most of all, by the snide looking face of that god standing in the back of the gathering. His face popped into her mind at that exact moment. Then she lost herself in her rage. She became a dervish of destruction. Without desire, and with little thought, Shae began to tear through the dungeon. Her power flowing through her unbidden, unchecked. She had would kill that fucker. That was all she thought. Her eyes not really seeing, her mind whirling with desire to tear off a god’s head.

With power flowing through her, Shae was unstoppable on this floor. Anything that was unlucky enough to cross her path was blasted into a red stain on the wall, or even in a few fits of crying unstable rage toward her grief, some were left twisted and torn apart. Unrecognizable from their original forms. There was no Shae anymore. Just wrath and hatred. She would find him and tear that god apart, piece by small piece. In her blind rage, that was how she was starting to leave bodies behind her. Torn into pieces. No longer just uncontrolled power crushing them into paste. A part of her mind was practicing her revenge. She was no longer sane. Between her unleashed and unfocused power her mind had mostly shut down. Saliva ran down her chin, sweat poured from her pores. Her hair waving like a banshee’s.

A hole was blown into a wall, and a group of monsters fled into it. Shae in her unconscious state followed them. Picking them off one by one. Seeing a certain gods face on each of them, then practicing her revenge again, and again.

When the last of the creatures were killed Shae found herself in a new tunnel system. There were many more things here to take out her rage on.

Felix had grown on her. He was her beacon in the dark. He stood for the good in the bad. The silver lining. Now she hated. Hated herself hated the world, hated that god.

The new larger creatures were just as easy to ply her vengeance against the world, against that god who sent her here. Who tore this hole in her chest.

Slower moving these monsters were easy targets, but there were many of them. They would come in packs. Shae was now tearing them apart by the dozen, or even crushing them all together leaving large balls of mush behind.

Then he came at her. A huge monster of a thing. It was slavering and screeching at her as it charged. Shae grabbed it and tried to twist it apart. It fought against her power. It was strong. Slowly pushing through toward Shae. Teeth gnashing claws reaching. She could smell the things foul breath. A part of her was waking.

She was in a large room now. There was a chair that this monster had thrown itself off of at her. She could see further away, in a tunnel past this beast, a person in robes and rotting flesh floating. It was trying to aid this beast in getting to her, she could feel its power fighting against her’s.

Shae threw her head back and laughed a manic twisted laugh. Then lowered her head until she was looking at the being through just the tops of her eyes. Then Shae thew her hands out sideways with a sudden surge, as if she was tearing apart a large rubber band.

The beast in front of her that was straining and struggling. Almost to her. Blew apart in a spray of grey gore.

The withered creature stumbled back grabbing at its head. Then the withered thing turned and fled into the tunnel. Shae tried to give chase. Wanting to end this thing that dared to challenge her. But she was unable to keep up as throngs of what she could now see were rotting corpses charging her. Bogging her down in sheer numbers. Still, she gave into the fury again. New power boring its way through her, fueling her hatred for all that would see her hurt. She pushed through gaining speed. Undead corpses being crushed and torn apart at her will. Then she came to the end. There was a barricade set up, wanting to keep her out. Staring at her now were living breathing things. She knew they were orcs. She knew she should kill them; they were evil. But she had the desire to finish her hunt. She wanted to see that being’s fear as she slowly broke it apart.

Shae turned and started to move back toward were the undead were. To resume her hunt. Then a small voice called out stopping her.

“Thank you, mighty Kesh.”

Shae turned to see a lazy eyed overly round orc bowing to her. The others fallen to their knees; foreheads planted into the ground.

Shae turned her head back and started to move once again.

“Please oh might Kesh. I can lead you to the one you seek. I know where he hides.”

Shae turned again to face the orc. Then with a wicked grin she reached out and grabbed the orc, easily pulling it’s massive frame to her side. “Show me!” Her voice throaty and slow

Then with a small shove, which threw the rotund orc forward, it barely being able to keep its balance stutter stepping and swinging its arms pinwheel.

“Yes mighty Kesh! I shall” The orc never looked back. He began to move forward on its large legs. Fat arms swinging, helping it move forward with effort it had never shown before.

Both the fat orc and Shae bore smiles. One of adoration, the other of hate and desire to see the world burn.