Now for my latest creations!
When humanity first came to inhabit these remote islands so long ago, two groups of gods; the light, representing morality, and the dark, representing immorality, went to war, as always, to decide the fate of the people of this region. Long they battled, ravaging what would become Tortuga and destroying an advanced (Non-human) civilization on Isla Tormenta.
Another group of gods watched as the two sides battled on, and they were displeased. These were the nature gods, older than the battling groups, and indifferent towards the fate of humans... until now. They were displeased as they watched the islands decimated. So together, they brought forth a monster to battle the young, all too human gods... Mimren...
Thus was Mimren, a great, hulking mockery of humanity. The dark gods fled, but the light gods, not wishing any more destruction on humanity, stood to fight. Long and hard they fought, but vines and roots strangled the lesser gods... Claws would triumph over swords... Just as the beast had the king of the gods of light in his grasp, the dark gods showed over the horizon.
Long and hard they fought, and had he continued to fight, Mimren may well have triumphed. But even as the gods wavered, he fled. He fled to an island raised from the seas by Earth. It was born of sea and of flame, of earth and of smoke. It has a name. It is Padres Del Fuego. But the gods found him even there, and so, realizing the fight to be hopeless, the creature did its last and terrible deeds: First, he cursed the island, for it had not protected him as it had promised. Secondly, he tore off the highest peak's top and cast it at the gods, and lastly, the flung himself down into the crater... into the Earth's blood.
Snick.
A sound of a quick, clean cut echoes through the cavern. The you and your companions have come far to this island to retrieve the treasure, but to no avail... In the dead of night, your companions were taken. Snick.
Another cut. Slurping noises... You come to a cavern that wreaks of rot. There you see three silken sacks hanging from the ceiling. They squirm, and you see a steel-blue dagger sticking out of one. It's your captain's dagger! You rush forward to cut them open. Snick.
Before your eyes, the first cocoon withers. Behind it, the shadowy, bloated form of a spider looms... It eyes you greedily. You want to run, but it speaks to you so soothingly... "Come to me... Don't you want to stay for a while? I can make all your dreams come true... A home for your family; wealth and good health; stay with me." A smell of death sweeps over you; a smell of rotting corpses, but you don't run... It's strangely intoxicating. The creature leaps at you. Before you know what has happened, you've been bitten. "Sleep darling. You'll never have to wake again... And so, another victim claimed by Arachne-Arana, demon-goddess of spiders; darkness; undeath.
