Depths of the caverns

Teg woke up, upon inspection of the room... This room meant nothing good. It was small, with long corridors going on for unknown distances branching off, as this place was so dark, the only thing giving off any light whatsoever was a dim torch on the wall. This place was dank, damp, cold, and smelled foul. Teg looked at himself. He looked thinner than normal, starved even. The only clothes he wore, a pair of shorts made of a pale, sickly brown tattered rags. A pathetic leather belt adorned the shorts. Teg was frightened at his situation. He sat up. His hand touched something hard, and of a strange shape. He looked over, his heart sank. It was a large, club shaped bone. Something was even stranger about this bone, it had a woven leather hilt, secured by two iron bands. Teg felt something grossly wrong grasping him, dark and foreboding, shackling his free will and his control over his body. Fear. This was however, no time to crawl into a ball and weep, a large silhouette loomed in a nearby corridor. The shadowy figure let a grotesque, guttural growl. It crept out of the dark, into the very dim light cast by a half burnt out torch. Teg turned pale at its ghastly figure. It’s fangs as long as Teg’s forearm, it’s face more like a mask of kiln fired terra-cotta. It’s long, gangly, tendon laden arms dragged on the floor. It’s eyes seemingly pierced straight through Teg’s soul and then some. The creature’s chest was gnarly and emaciated. A single broken rib protruded forth through its rough, leathery hide. The skin was dotted with rock hard formations with a tint resembling red clay from a sun scorched Mesa, it seemed as though more existed but had fell away, as though the creature donned a protective shell that had recently become diseased and rotted off. Teg let out a barely audible whine. This was it. Teg had met his doom from what appeared to be a demon straight out of the bottommost pit of hell. It started running at a horrifying speed. This was it. Teg’s end. He was paralyzed, he began to close his eye. Then something strange happened. Teg was angry that he was just going to give up and die. Rage met its inception upon the thought of how feeble and puny it would be to curl up and die and never see anyone he loved again just because he was scared. The rage spread to his legs and arms. He threw himself to his feet. The monster was now only a bee sneeze away. He launched his leg off the ground while using its counterpart as a pivot point, throwing his body into a fast spin. As he ascended off the ground he picked up the club and while flinging himself into a spin he slugged the creature with massive force, the creature fell back and let out a scream that sounded as though it came from the depths of hell. The creatures face was cracked, posthaste a shard of face fell inwards down into an infinitely deep abyss previously concealed by the terrible façade and columns of spectacular flames bursted forth, the creature then disintegrated to ash and the fireworks concluded. Teg was totally at a loss for any aspect of his existence that made an ants shot glass of sense. Completely dumbfounded. Speechless. Now also in pain. He looked at his leg and it seemed that the creatures fang left an unsightly gash. It started bleeding. Now he was going to die. Everything went black.

Teg woke up.
Teg apparently was not dead.
His eyes slowly crept open. He tried to sit up, but to no avail. He groaned. Someone, no, something, was approaching. It looked human, but also like some of its body was fishlike. It was human. How could it not be, the only difference between it and a human was patches of fishlike anatomy replacing normal areas of a human body. It came close. “Are you awake yet?”
This took Teg off guard.
“Yep. You are.”
“Wha-“
“Mind yourself! That question is not polite.”
“Who ar-“
“That is also impolite!”
Teg pondered for a spell.
“Wha-what is your name?”
“Nulbi, Nubli is my name,” “What is your name?”
“Teg”
“That’s a funny name,”
“So is Nulbi”
“Where I am from it isn’t, your name is probably normal where your from I suppose”
“Of course neither of us know because neither of us remember anything about ourselves, other than our names and our language”
Teg thought about that a spell. Come to think of it Teg couldn’t remember anybody or anything about himself. “Today just gets weirder and weirder”
“Maybe we will get used to it,” “Oh yeah, by the way, the sedatives should be wearing off soon”
Teg sat up off the cot of torn cloth.
“I guess they did huh,” He wiggled his fingers.
“Based on your comment “today just keeps getting weirder” you came to this place recently, am I correct?”
“Yes”
“You’re lying”
“No I’m not, I never got the chance to even leave the room I woke up in”
“You’re lying, why?”
“I’m not lying!”
“Then how in the world did you get this!?”
Nubli held up an orb that had what seemed to be vast expanses of outer space held within.
“How did you get this?”
“I’ve never seen that before.”
“You mean to tell me you fought a cottack, with no armor, clothes, with no weapons greater then a peice of nakla bone, in the first five minutes of your time here?”
“What the heck is a nakla bone?”
“Stop playing dumb, let me in your party. You must have tons of gear and items”
“I woke up with a monster in the hallway and a bone with a handle on it”
“Why are you hiding your high standing? Is it because I’m not powerful enough for you to accept me as a member of your group?”
“I have no idea what your talking about”
“Stop lying”
“Stop accusing me if lying”
“I will if you stop lying”
“But I’m not lying”
“Oh for god sa-“ She grabbed a strange sheet of paper and put it to his mouth.
“Hhy whht thh”
The paper disintegrated into thin air.
“Oh my god your not lying!”
“What was that for?!”
“It’s a liar sheet, it dissolves when the truth is spoken to the question inscribed on it”
“That’s interesting”
“I can’t believe you killed a cottack with a nakla bone”
“What are those”
“A cottack is a creature with rock hard skin and face that has long muscular arms and fangs about as long as... your forearm, it is humanoid and walks upright, the eyes temporarily paralyze anyone who looks at them, it makes chills run down your spine and terror run through your body when near.
“Holy hackysack that is the creature I killed”
“Oh my gosh you must be a god with magic”
“What magic?”
“This day is even weirder than your day and my first day combined”
“...”
“What’s a nakla bone?”
Nulbi smiled.

-Chapter 1 complete-