Kneel

Noticing his intent and having a small inclination of just how strong your Master truly is, you lay one knee upon the floor, and place your hand upon your chest, while the other is upon the floor keeping you steady. Seeing your action, your Master is considerably pleased. "Good. Now, do not disappoint me. Now before I leave to deal with other matters, take these." Waving his hand once again upon you, you see three items neatly pile themselves on top of each other. Now, rise my minion. I am pleased with your loyalty. Now Uldar, inform him of what he is to do." Saying this while having a appeased aura around him, the, your Master exits through a stairwell you had not seen before in the room. "Now! Listen to me Spawn-fiend. The Dark Lord personally wants to see your abilities, and he has little patience. He has allowed a party of these so-called "heroes" through his territory so that he can see what you can do. Bah! I don't why a pitiful thing like you is worth the effort. Now go! Scram!". Screeching in a very displeasing way, Uldar informs you of what you are to do. Wanting to leave the ball of rags company as soon as possible, you sharply glare at him, grab the pile that your Master bestowed upon you and leave the Spawning Pools through the staircase your Master went through.

Coming through the entrance you find yourself in a dark cave, with nothing notable except passing goblins carrying various items, going to and fro from place to place. Taking your attention away from them, you look at the items bestowed by your Master. There was a dull red robe, with faded ancient symbols exuding a very slight magical energy, a black ring etched with the arcane word מאַגיש_, _meaning Magic, and a very ordinary looking ebony stick. Putting on the robes you find them quite comfortable, yet find yourself unbothered with the cold surrounding despite only having the robe. Putting on the ring, you find power enter your body. The ring is of magical make, allowing somebody to store mana inside of it, mana being the arcane essence of the world used to cast spells. Finally, you take hold of the the ebony stick, and are surprised as it flows with your essence. Knowing how it was definitely your Master who made these, you realize that he used a part of himself to give birth to you, making anything he puts his essence into usable by you. Thanking your Master for granting you life inside your heart, you get up and prepare to leave.

You think on how to intercept the heroes, and decide go over and ask a goblin carrying a long sword in both of its hands where the entrance to your Master's place was. Seeing your eyes, he immediately quivered, and just pointed towards a staircase along the opposite wall of the one you came through. Going, you continue through going through the staircase, and the ones on the opposite side each time you make it to the next floor. Higher, higher, higher, and higher, you climb, until you make it to a massive hall. *huff, huff* You wheeze. "Damn this place. How far down does it even go?!". Going through dozens of floors upwards, you know you saw stairs that led even further down back when you came out of the Summoning Pits. Even with your good body, it still took a good bit out of you. Breathing heavily with your hands on your knees, you recover and look up.