Cult of the Dead Prologue & Chapter 1

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Posted by K. Allard from dial226.insolwwb.net on April 08, 2000 at 23:51:18:

Ok as I promised I said I would try to have it back out by Saturday, well I barely made it. I probably should have checked it over during the day when i wouldnt be so tired, oh well here goes. BTW: Goodsport if you would still like to help check over it go ahead I think I'll go ahead and release them, I dont know how long it may take for Tessa to email me.


Okay this time I hope I got the HTML right.


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and the Cult of the Dead

The Nazi’s have obtained a power that could destroy the world if
Indy doesn’t stop them…

 

By: Kent Allard

 

 



Prologue: A resurgence of Death


Millions of years ago, long before written history a cult thrived and ruled many
lands, they would kill mercilessly, and burn down homes at will… they were an army of
darkness.


Ibn Fadlung, a well-set man of forty-five whom had many skills in weaponry and self
defense, he then looked around and motioned to the ruler. He spoke in an unknown and lost
language, he whispered "the last years are to befall us soon, we are thriving now
sure, but it will not remain." Ibn looked across the burial grounds. Outside the area
was a large area of swamps and marshy lands. There was a large stone building to the left,
filled with miraculous statues… but all of this was even before written history.


"I know, our armies are in trouble, we should begin to prepare, we will circle
this rock and prepare ourselves" He looked at Ibn they both had a stern look to their
face "We must not allow anyone to have our power. If this kingdom is going to fall we
must cover it, our army can hold the evil temporarily but we need to stop it. Ibn you have
been the priest for a while you will hold the burial."


Ibn whispers "Wyglif will lead me on my voyage. He will stay on the ship; it is
much too dangerous. We will need twenty of our best men they will follow us and protect
us."


"Yes, but hurry, go now." The ruler lead Ibn out of the room.


"Quickly we must leave" Wyglif hurried the workmen to finish the task at
hand, Wyglif was a strong powerful man, he was bald and very tall, his voice was
commanding. He loaded several large swords and armory. "Complete your quest then we
return, got it, we must not risk anything, or waist time." Wyglif walked onto the
boat deck flexing his large muscles.


The boat set out for the ocean followed by three more, the workers kept working at
building items. They crossed several large islands and volcanoes; they finally came to a
very large piece of land. They halted Ibn chose five men. He told them to go to the land
and to make sure it is safe, they went with their large swords drawn. They were to give a
signal; it was a trick, used by mirrors and fire.


After the signal was cast Ibn went on. The others stayed in the boat. Ibn then told
more workmen to bring the large wooden crates. They went across the plain, crossed over a
mountain, and to a very large volcano.


"Here it is, that is what we must go in" He pointed to the Volcano,
"quickly" he shouted so as for everyone to hear "we have limited
time."


They trudged through the mist and tress and bushes chopping down objects that got in
their way with their large swords. They neared the top, it was hot and misty, the air was
filled with a horrible stench, they came to the top, they looked down… it was still
active, and the air burned the lungs of the soldiers of death. They pulled out large coils
of rope and threw them down the inside of the volcano, steam poured from it, followed by a
large cloud of smoke, ash then fell to the ground covering them with the burning
blackness. They first attached all their gear and other items and large wooden crates and
swung them down inside, they then pulled the ropes up and attached themselves and swung
down inside. Once down inside Ibn began searching for the hole, he found it he pulled
himself inside, he then gave the same signal and the others followed. They went through
the large hole. "This is it… this is where the magic happened," Ibn said as
he walked deeper into the hole. "Ok now set the traps, close off the burial for the
kings." Ibn paused then said "now then open the large crates" the workers
did as told, when they were opened they revealed several dead bodies the ribs were bashed
in and a chain of fingers were given them around their necks. "Chain them to the
wall."


Again they did as they were told. Once they had finished they departed and returned to
the ship. They did this several other times, same thing sometimes in a jungle other times
maybe a desert, just going where they had kept rituals.


They once ruled the earth, destroying everything that challenged them but this was
before humanity. Soon after Ibn was proved correct the kingdom fell, and the source of
their power was hidden with the cylinders that generate the power scattered across the
world.


Just recently the Nazi’s have been poking their noses into things. They have
unearthed the power of the dead, and have been gaining its power. They have unearthed
several digs. Now Hitler is going nuts trying to find the power. If they obtain it the
world could end…



 

Chapter 1 The Death Dig



Kazakhstan: The Kara-Kum desert


The hot morning sun beat down; the sweat dripped from the
hardworking men, whose shovels pounded into the desert sand. One man clanked against a
large metal box, Roger who was standing beside him pushed the digger aside, he whispered
to the digger "put this next to the truck, make sure I can tell where it is
though."


"Yes sir" The man whipped the dirt from his face, he lifted
the box onto his shoulders and carried the package to the truck moaning and grunting.


The Desert was filled with workers digging, to the side was a half
covered underground tomb. There were a row of small tents to the left, one was larger and
stood out from the others. It was brown and had several small boxes; a bullwhip was laid
to the outside.


A man raises up from his cot, he moaned at the pain from yesterday he
slept in those dirty beat, up trousers and stained safari shirt, and the stitching in his
webbing belt was showing signs of wear. But he thought with as much as they had been
through it figures. He reached across and pulled his hat off the bar on the side of the
cot, and propped it on top of his head, this was his favorite piece of clothing, and it
was his "lucky" hat because it had had been through many of his adventures. He
pulled a gun belt from his shelf his legs ached at every movement he reached for his gun,
it was a Smith & Wesson New Century like most of his items it followed him on many
adventures. He clicked open the safety and loaded the bullets into the gun, locked the
safety and placed it in his holster. He grabbed his shoulder bag, in it’s simplicity
it was probably a very important item because it held his items, and his secondary weapon,
his Browning HP he checked the chamber and made sure it was loaded. He didn’t
want to get caught without his weaponry.


"Dr. Jones… oh your awake" The man spoke with a deep
commanding voice, he was probably one of the best partners Indiana had ever had, this one
actually knew something about archeology.


"Yeah I was just getting ready. Hey you can go ahead and start. Go
on ahead and open the entrance Kent.


Indy heard Kent shout commands across the dig. He knew it wouldn’t
be the same without him. He was most definitely the best Archeologist Indy had seen in a
long time. He could probably stay in his tent and Kent could handle the whole dig.


But I should probably be there to handle this besides I want to be
there to see the opening of the tomb, He thought. Indy rubbed his chin. I should also be
prepared, he thought to himself. Indy stuffs three sticks of dynamite into his satchel.
"No sense getting caught unprepared." He jabbed four more sticks of dynamite and
a box of matches into the bag "Wait maybe I should store these matches somewhere
else" he muttered to himself shaking the sleepiness out of his voice. He sticks the
matches to his inside jacket pocket.


Indiana looked across the sand except this dig there was nothing,
nothing but miles of sand for most people, except when Indiana looked at it he saw an
Archeologists dream, maybe the surface was miles of sand but below it, who knows…
gold, jewels, and priceless antiquities. He looked around; the dig was a mess Roger
Marshall was directing some of the digging. Indiana looked across at the two jeeps; the
sand had blown over nearly covering them. The convoy truck had many gold statues, jewelry,
a few arrows, and diamonds laid beside the truck, and would all go to a museum, Indiana
was proud of his work, he risked his life to bring rare antiquities to museums. He looked
to the side and saw lamps, pick ax’s, shovels, saw’s, and a few guns and knives
for protection. He also saw wooden boxes, crates, and other junk. He walked over to Kent
and just smiled.


"Jeez pull" Kent screamed becoming nervous and annoyed at the
workers ignorance "What is so hard" Kent grabs at the pry bars still screaming
at the diggers "It’s not that hard to open a stone slab door" The workers
strained at the opening of the door. Indiana stood there holding his whip smiling.


Indy stares at Kent. If only Kent could hear himself speaking, he knew
he shouldn’t have left him with so much responsibility especially since it was his
first dig. But he thought he could handle it.


Indy walked towards the dig. His back ached and his arms were filled
with pain. He didn’t even want to move.


Just as Indy reached the opening of the structure Kent and the diggers
had the door open. Kent was filled with eagerness; he lit a torch and began to run forward
into the dark mist. An arm reached forward stopping him dead in his tracks, he froze.


"That would be a bad career decision Mr. Philbin" He smiled
at Kent "Maybe I should lead."


He takes the torch from a half-surprised Kent. He looked at Indy like
he had just seen a ghost. Only in a way Kent had. Indy turns around to see what had so
scared him; the torch lit the end of the hall when before it didn’t. Indy saw a
rotted corpse only it had a necklace of cut-off fingers except it looked as though they
were still fresh, yet this cave has not been opened for millions of years. Indy only
grumbled he had seen things like this before except the necklace of fresh fingers, half of
the diggers ran screaming in terror, Kent was still frozen, his stomach was churning, Indy
then noticed something else about the corpse it’s ribs had been bashed in…


"My god" the words mumbled out of Kent mouth.



Kent only kept mumbling and shaking, he was frightened to death. But Indy was still
able to keep himself under control as if he had seen this sort of thing all the time.



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