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Quaraun The Insane 
The Summoner of Darkness
HellBorne The Evil
Lord of Black Tower

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By EelKat Wendy C Allen

Quaraun The Insane 
The Summoner of Darkness
HellBorne The Evil,
Lord of Black Tower
(No clue what chapter it is, it's anyone's guess; I did not chapter this novel)

The Summoner of Darkness:
HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower

  Quaraun and Unicorn found themselves once again overlooking another murder site.

"Tonight's victim was Marissa," Mallac said. "Single she-Elf. Widowed three years ago. Her husband you killed a freak accident. "

"What do you define as a freak accident?" Quaraun asked. 

"Stampede of bulls. "

"Stamped of bulls?" 

 "Yep, barreled right over him, Her youngest son is kind of slow. Stupid. Kind of, well, almost like you in a way..." 

 "The village idiot you mean?"

"Well I wouldn't put it that way."

 "How would you put it?" 

 ''Well, humph, I... well, anyways, she is very protective of her youngest son and after her husband died she couldn't run the farm on her own, not and take care of the idiot child too, so she sold the land and has been living off the money, here she is."

Mallac pointed to the body laying face down in the road, just ahead. A large pool of blood was forming around the body and had not yet soaked Into the dirt.

Quaraun stood staring at the dead sheElf and went into a trance like state as he stared at the blood. A few seconds later Quaraun was laying passed out on the ground. 

"Great. There him go again," Unicorn muttered as he waited for Quaraun to come to. 

'Is he alright?" Mallac asked, looking down at the unconscious Elf.

 ''Oh he be fine," Unicorn answered. "This happen all time. Every day. Few times a day." 

"What just happened?"

"Him saw dead body."

 "I thought he was a Necromancer."

“He is." 

 ''Then what just happened?" 

 ''He faint at sight of blood. We go through this every day."

“But he's a Necromancer" 

 "Aye,"

“Doesn't he work with blood and cadavers and stuff?" 

 "He does. It why we go through this every day. Him no stomach for dead things. Him way better in bed then him is in lab." 

“But..." Mallac stared at the unconscious Necromancer. “How does he get any thing done?" 

 "With great difficulty,” Quaraun answered. "Help me up." 

"What just happened to you?" Mallac asked as Unicorn helped the weak Elf back to his feet. 

 ''I keep telling you, I'm in need of rest. I'm sick. I'm tired. I'm injured. I have catalepsies. I have fainting spells. My corset's too tight. He put a damned chastity cage on me.  And you won't let me rest. That's what happened." 







“You're supposed to be investing this murder. Not laying on The ground," 

"Laying on the ground? LAYING ON THE GROUND! DID YOU NOT HEAR A WORD I JUST SAID!?! I fainted, you idiot bastard of a Human! I'm sick. I'm wounded. I haven't slept in days. I need rest. And investigating this murder isn't my job. It's your job. I've got half a mind to kill you and feed you to my Unicorn. You are so darned annoying!”

"Him be Human . What more ya expect?"

"Humans aren't usually this annoying."

"He be a white Human. They is worse then the rest. Him white Human in Old Orchard Beach, ten times worse then any other white Human yis ever meet. I should change me skin colour to be ten times darker. See how fast it takes the white power jackasses of this town to kill me today."

Unicorn promptly changed his skin colour to an even darker shade.

"Will you stop doing that!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm tired of the angry mobs of this town trying to kill us because you're black. And you're not even black to begin with. You're only being black to piss them off."

Exactly."

"You're trying to get a mob after us."

"Of course I is."

"Why are you trying to drive me crazy."

"Yis already insane. Me no thinks ya need much help."

"Will you two pay attention?" Mallac asked.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Quaraun shrieked at the solider.

"We have another murder here..."

"I DON'T CARE!"

"How dare you raise your voice to me, Elf."

"I'll raise my voice to any body I want, you damn fucking, Human."

"Igit almost as arrogant as ya be," Unicorn said. "Almost as white as ya. Must be something to do with ya skin colour." 

"Unicorn."

"What?”

“Shut up.”

“Why?”

"You're annoying me."

“Aye un ya canna do anything about it. "

"Why?" 

“Because ya will no let anyone else touch ya un ya addicted to being fucked."

"You was not this annoying when you was BoomFuzzy. "

"Oh, no I was probably worse. I was being white back then. Had to act like stuck up holier then though white rich boy, ya know."

 "Will you two pay attention to me?'' Mallac demanded.

Mallac had been talking the entire time the Elf and Faerie had been arguing, but neither Quaraun or Unicorn had been listening. 

“Shut the fuck up!” Unicorn yelled at Mallac. “We is conversating.”

“I'm trying to show you...” Mallac went on, but no one was listening.

Quaraun was white and Unicorn was currently black, and they were both now making racists slurs at each other based on each other's skin colour. Neither were actually mad at the other, as this banter of picking on each other was a daily habit they had developed and often ended with the two of them in bed together. Mallac continued to try to draw their attention to the murder victim, but they were two busy arguing to care about what Mallac was saying. At last Mallac grabbed hold of Quaraun and forcibly dragged him to the body.

“Let go of me!” The enraged Elf shrieked.

“I'm trying to show you something!”

"Mallac! STOP TOUCHING ME! Why don't you just do your job and leave us alone?" Quaraun said. 

"Did you hear anything I just said?" 

 “No!” 

 ''No?" 

 “No." 

 ''What do you then no?" 

 "No. means, no.. I don't know what Else it could mean." 

 "Why weren't you listening to me?" 

“I was talking to my Unicorn.”

“He's not a Unicorn. He's a nigger.”

“Why are you bothering us?”

“You are supposed to be listening to me!”

 ''I was not aware I had to." 

 "When I talk, you listen. That is the way it is.”

“Why?” 

“BECAUSE I'M IN CHARGE! I'M THE SUPERIOR COMMANDER HERE. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A TWO BIT ELF, AN INCOMPETENT DIME A DOZEN WIZARD. I'M IN CHARGE. I GIVE THE ORDERS. I SAY YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LISTEN TO ME. NOW SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!”

 '"Told ya,” Unicorn said. “He white. White ones is always the worst.”

Mallac began to repeat whatever it was he had said before, but once again Quaraun wasn't listening. 

Unicorn watched as Quaraun's eyes widened with fear, his long rabbit ears perked high over his head, alert with a sense of danger. Unicorn looked around and listened, but whatever it was that was agitating Quaraun, he wasn't seeing or hearing it. Unicorn edged closer to the suddenly frightened Elf.

"What wrong?"

 "I feel the same presence I felt before,” the wizard said as he avoided looking at the bloody body on the ground before him. "Something's wrong. None of this is right. Do you sense an illusion?"

"No. But ye does?"

"I'm not sure."

Quaraun turned and looked up at the lighthouse.

"We're closer to it now."

"The tower?"

"Yeah. Something's not right with that tower. I can feel it. But I don't know what I feel. Something's blocking it. There's psyions here."

"Aye. Whole town be over run with Thullids."

"Thullids out in the open. In broad day light. They're planning something. And they don't want me to know. They're putting up barriers, so I can't see what they're doing. There's a big illusion here. And these murders are connected. Mallac..."

Quaraun called the solider over.

"What do you know about that tower?"

"Black Tower?" Mallac looked up at the lighthouse. "That's HellBorne's house. Strange one that. Just showed up one night. Wizard's tower."

"Showed up. Wasn't built?"

"Nope. Showed up about a year ago. Maybe two. Then all these half-Elves showed up. Now the Thullids. And they're all wizards. Every last one of them."

"And you don't think the murders are connected to the tower?"

"Nah. HellBorne's lived here for years. Crazy old coot, but he's harmless."



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"What about the half-Elves that live with him, know anything about them?"

"Don't see many of them. Bitter bunch of bigots. Other then that yellow one with the sheep, they rarely come into town."

"Couldn't imagine why."

"They certainly hate Elves enough to kill every Elf they see."

"I want to see the tower. How do you get to it?"

"You don't. It's guarded by Death Mages. Necromancers. Geists. Ghouls. Demons. Liches."

"Liches?"

"Liches."

"And Death Mages?"

"Yep."

"And HellBorne's harmless?"

"Yeah. Crazy, but harmless."

"But not the half-Elves that live with him?"

"Nah."

"It is definitely the same killer as the last one,” Unicorn said, looking at the wounds.

“I don’t understand the red glow,” Quaraun said, glancing at the body then turning back to look at Black Tower. “That is strange."

"What red glow?" Mallac asked.

"I keep seeing a red glow. An evil aura. I don't understand it. I've never seen that before. I don't know what it means."

Quaraun was about to say more but a sound behind him made him turn. A small boy ran Into the bushes.

"That's him!" Mallac screamed.

"Who?" 

"The boy."

"What boy? " 

“That boy! Quick grab him!” Mallac pushed Unicorn and pointed towards the boy that had run off into the bushes.

“Ya wants me to catch somet'ing? Why?”

 “That's the victims son, The one I was telling you about." 

 "When I was no listening, ya means?” 

 "Catch him!" Mallac screamed. He and his men ran into the forest after the boy, leaving Quaraun and Unicorn alone with the body. 

 "Can you catch the boy without scaring him?" Quaraun asked Unicorn.

 "Of course. Catching small children is a hobby of mine. I eats little boys remember?" 

"Can you catch him without eating him?"

"Aye."

 "Those men are gonna traumatize him chasing him like that. If this is his mother. He's already traumatized." 

 "Bad memories?" 

 "Yes." 

Quaraun closed his eyes, trying to block out the memory of seeing his own mother's murder. He had only been 9 years old.

"Ya wants that boy?"

"Yes. She was only just killed. The boy probably saw the killer. We need to talk to him."

 "I shall get him."

Unicorn transformed into a sweet looking, shaggy little black Shetland pony with a gleaming silver horn and trotted off into the woods after he boy. Quaraun sat down on the ground and waited for the others to return. He had only been alone a short while before an extremely ancient looking, elderly half-Elf, wearing long black velvet robes covered in gold skull embroidery, came tottering over to him.

 "Are you alright, my songbird?"

"What?" Quaraun wasn't sure if he'd heard right. 

"Ain't seen you before," the ancient half-Elf said. 

 "I'm just passing through," Quaraun answered not looking up. 

"Are you a wizard?" 

 ''I am. What makes you ask?”

 "You look like a wizard." 

 "Most people think I look like a prostitute." 

 "That's because they don't know a DiJinn when they see one." 

 "You've studied magic."

"Yes."

“What are you doing here with the body?”

“Waiting for Mallac. He seems to think I can solve the murder.”

“Can you?”

“Probably, if it was any interest to me, which it isn't.”

“Why is is of no interest to you? I would think a Necromancer would find murder very interesting.”

“Who said anything about Necromancers?” Quaraun looked up at elderly Half-Elf standing over him.

“People around town have been talking. Said Mallac brought a Necromancer in to solve the murders. And here you are, a DiJinn Wizard Priest, sitting beside a murder victim. It is a simple matter of logical deduction to assume you are the Necromancer.”

“I suppose.”

“Why do you not resurrect the body and ask her who killed her?”

“Resurrecting a body is not that simple. Besides, I resurrect flowers.”

“Flowers?”

“Roses.”

“Not bodies?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“It's messy and I faint at the sight of blood.”

“Which would explain why you've got your back turned to the body.”

“Yea.”

“Why are you helping Mallac?”

“He's not giving me a choice.”

“But you're a wizard.”

“So?”

“A powerful wizard wouldn't let anyone push him around.”

“A smart wizard wouldn't let anyone know how powerful he is,” Quaraun said. “What do you make of these murders?”

“Someone is building a Lich.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Is it not obvious?”

“It is, to someone who has studied the art of Lich making, but it's a lost art and banned by the Guild.”

“As is Necromancy, but here you are.”

“Yes, well, murder is banned by the Guild as well. So now the Guild is dead.”

“The Guild is dead?”

“I killed them.”

“Did you now?”

“Yes.”

"You look ill."

Quaraun pointed towards the dead body without looking at it.

"I'm not used to seeing stuff like that," he said to the old man.

"Are you not a Necromancer?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I would think you'd be used to seeing corpses and blood."

"Why would I be used to seeing such horrid things?"

"Are you not a Necromancer?"

"I am. But again. What does that have to do with it?"

"Working with dead bodies is what you do."

"No it isn't."

"Aren't you a Necromancer?"

"Yes. But I abhor death, avoid corpses, and I faint at the sight of blood, all of which have nothing to do with Necromancy. What is wrog with everyone in this town? Why doesn't any one know what Necromancy is?"

"Necromancers resurrect the dead."

"In fairy tales, yes." Quaraun shook his head in dismay as he spoke. "Not in real life. That's silly."

"Do you not travel with an undead Faerie?"

"Yes."

"And did you not resurrect him, yourself?"

"Yes, but not because I'm a Necromancer."

"No?"

"No."

"Why then?"

"I have a JellyFish living in my head. She does whatever she wants to do. I don't seem to be given much of a choice."

"You really are insane, aren't you?"

Quaraun looked up at the old man, then looked back down at the ground. He hated when people called him insane. He hated it more when people did not believe that there was an alien JellyFish living in his skull, feeding off his brain. Quaraun always spoke the truth, he found it difficult to tell a lie, and found it terribly frustrating when people thought him to be telling a lie. He also never trusted any one who thought he was lying, because he believed any one who assumed he was lying, must themselves be a person prone to lying otherwise they would have no reason to suspect others of telling lies. Quaraun immediately decided he did not like this old man and that the old man must be lying about something otherwise he would not have just now accused Quaraun of lying.

"You annoy me," Quaraun said at last.

"And pray tell, how have I done such a thing?"

"I'm not insane."

"Every one says you are."

"Every one's full of shit."

"You have a bitter tongue."

"As is my right."

"How so?"

"I'm sick. I'm tired. I hurt. And I'm fed up with this town, it's murders, and it's half assed population of idiotic, retarded, dolts."

"What have you against this town?"

"Other then the fact that it's primary population seems to be Human and half-Elves?"

"Have you something against Humans and half-Elves?"

"Humans are a parasitic plague taking over the planet, and half-Elves are their mongrel offspring."

"You do not like half-Elves?"

"They are mutated hybrids, half of them are born sterile as mules, as they should be. They are a corruption and a perversion of our previously perfect race."

"You mean the High Elves, like yourself."

"I mean nothing else."







"You're an arrogant young fool, aren't you?"

Quaraun stood up to face the old man eye to eye, a difficult task, Quaraun being so short, the old man's chin was eye level to him.

"I happen to be the purest of the pure blooded High Elves. My blood isn't muddied like your's."

"You're also dressed like a woman."

"How I dress is none of your concern."

"But you hate half-Elves?"

"No. You can't help the sins of your parents. I pity your kind."

"And yet are you not friends with a half-Elf?"

"Am I?"

"GhoulSpawn seems to consider you a friend."

"GhoulSpawn?" 

The mention of GhoulSpawn's name got Quaraun's attention. Not many people in town mentioned the resident sheep loving Demon-Elf Chaos Wizard.

"He certainly spends enough time with you."

Quaraun did not answer. He stepped back from the old man to get a better look at him. The ancient half-Elf continued talking.

"He's not getting his work done, he's spending so much time with you."

Quaraun narrowed his eyes and continued to examine the old man.

"It's become very frustrating to never know where he's run off to, because he's always off with you of late."

Quaraun stepped away from the old HalfElf, then turned to look down at the dead body. He twitched his ears nervously then turned back to the old half-Elf.

"In fact he's late right now. Can't for the life of me figure out where he's gotten to this time. Certainly not gallivanting off with you. You're right here and he's not."

"You only have one arm," Quaraun said.

"Does that bother you too?"

"No. I just rather assumed there wouldn't be too many one armed half-Elves in one village."

"Have you seen another?"

"No. You're the first. That's why I mentioned it."

"Do you know this woman?"

Quaraun pointed to the body, but the old half-Elf never took his eyes off Quaraun.

"I make a point of never getting to know the villagers. Humans are as much a waste of my time as Elves are."



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"GhoulSpawn said the half-Elves 'round here didn't like either Humans or Elves."

"No Human or Elf ever gave a half-Elf a reason to like them. Evil bastards every one."

"Indeed."

Quaraun looked down at the dead woman.

"You don't know her?"

"Should I?"

Quaraun looked back at the old one armed half-Elf.

"There's been a murder every night this week."

"So I've heard. This is the 6th one."

"Sixth?" Quaraun puzzled over this. "Have you any thoughts on the murders?"

"Necromancy ritual."

"You think?"

"Most certainly."

"Mallac doesn't think so."

"Mallac's a fool."

"Indeed." Quaraun looked down at the dead woman again. "There were two murders last night, you know?"

"Were there? I hadn't heard."

"Yes. Woman killed her abusive husband. Dragged him out here, made it look like part of these serial killings. Was easy enough to see it wasn't connected."

"How so?"

"He was killed elsewhere and dragged here. But not the others. The others were drugged. Bond. Laid out. And killed on location. Ritual murder. This one's different though."

"Is it?"

"Yes. We interrupted the killer before he could finish. She's dead, but he blood hasn't been drained. Her organs have not yet been removed. The killer is still in the area. He hasn't had time to leave yet. He's still here."

"Are you accusing me of killing this woman?"

"No."

Quaraun stepped back again.

"You are HellBorne," Quaraun said.

"You sound surprised." 

"I had not expected you to be so old."

"I am HellBorne the Evil, Summoner of Darkness, the Great and Mighty Overlord of the Evil Black Tower of the Dark Castle of Doom."

Quaraun looked past the old wizard to the black lighthouse teetering off the distant cliffs. There was no castle beside Black Tower, nor any sign that there had ever once been anything other then the lighthouse sitting on it's perch.

"Castle of Doom?"

"Yes," HellBorne said sadly, shaking his head in dismay and looking back in deep forlorn at his Black Tower. "Alas, she did not come with the Tower. She is still trapped in the Mushroom Forest back on Planet Ptarmagin."

Quaraun raised a questioning eyebrow and began to think the man insane.

"The Kats are trapped here with her," HellBorne added.

"Cats?" Quaraun inquired, remembering the two cats he had seen so many times the past few days. "What cats?"

"We call them the Ptarmagin Kats. Don't know what else to call them. Not like any earthly cats that's for sure."

"Do you suggest the Tower and the cats came here from another Realm?"

"But of course."

"Are they Faerie cats?"

"No. Nothing like that. Not from any Realm we know. From up there."

HellBorne pointed up to the stars overhead.

“I wouldn't mind talking to you again,” the old half-Elf said.

“You're a Half-Elf, why would I want to talk to you?”

“Because you seem to have trouble talking with anyone, on account of my house is distracting you.”

Quaraun stopped staring at Black Tower and looked up at the old Half-Elf.

 “You're house is fascinating.”

“I can see you see that.”

“Would you sell it?”

“Sell my Black Tower? I will never sell Space Dock 13.”

“Space Dock 13?”

“That is what the Kats call it.”

“Cats?”

“Yes.”

“I keep seeing cats.”

“Do you now?”

“A black cat. With a jeweled collar.”

“And a white one too I suppose?”

“Yes. You know them?”

“They lived here before I did.”

“No one else sees them. Everyone thinks I'm insane. I keep seeing things no one else does.”

“You must be Quaraun the Insane, famous serial killing Necromancer. Evillest of all evils to ever live. The Darkness we summon forth.”

“I am Quaraun. Though I wish people would stop calling me insane. I don't like it. And I'm hardly evil. I noticed you not noticing the body." 

“What?”

“You haven't yet looked at that body. Not once. Yet you've been talking about it.”

 "Oh no I saw the guards earlier the first time they were here, before they brought you back here with them.”

“And you just hung around?”

“I try to avoid them. Doesn't do to get involved with Mallac. I guess you've figured that out...' 

 ''Yes, I have." 

A sound rustled in the bushes near by.

 "Well, I'll be off,” HellBorne said suddenly. “Got to get home before the sun comes up. Nice talking to you." 

The old half Elf made his way towards the Black Tower and Quaraun considered following him, but just then Unicorn returned carrying a small half-Elf boy. The first thing Quaraun noticed was that the boy was covered with blood. 

 "You didn't hurt him did you?”

"No. Him was like this when I found him. Poor ting."

Quaraun wasn't sure what to do with children. It had been centuries since his own children had died and he'd not dealt with children since then. He had quite forgotten how to interact with them. 







 "What does we do with him? ''Unicorn asked. 

 "I know not. I don't know why the Humans were chasing him." 

 "Does we know who he is?" 

 "No." 

 Quaraun looked at the boy and then the dead sheElf

''I think it's her son. Mallac called him the victim's son. We should take him somewhere else. Mallac said she had a son that she was very protective of I would assume this to be him."

Unicorn set the boy down, but kept bold of his hand. 

"Where do we go with him?" 

 ''I don't know." 

 Quaraun looked around. He stared at Black Tower. He felt drawn to the tower. He wanted desperately to go that way, but something inside him told him not to take the boy there. 

 "We should go back to the tavern." 

 "With a child?" ZooLock asked.

"When did you get here?" Quaraun looked around. He had not seen ZooLock earlier.

"I followed you out here."

"No you didn't. There's been no one here but HellBorne."

"HellBorne?" Unicorn asked. "Ya met HellBorne?"

"Yes. And I don't like him. He lied to me just now. He's hiding something."

"Is him the killer?"

"No. I don't think he is. But I do think he's involved."

"How come for ya no t'inks it him?"

"He's too old, too frail, too weak, too crippled. He hasn't got the strength to carry a body. But I do think he's involved. I think he's the one giving the orders. Every murder victim has been an Elf. He hates Elves. Bring the boy. I don't want to be here when Mallac gets back."

"What we do wid body?"

"Leave it. It's not our concern. We need to go back to the tarven. Bring the boy."

"You can not take the boy to the tavern," ZooLock demanded stubbornly.

 "'No place else we can go, is there?" 

 "'No place that I can think of,” ZooLock said.

"Then why do you object?"

"You're going to take a child to a tavern? One with a brothel?"

"The women there are better adapt to caring for children then any one else in this town. Half of them a pregnant. Most of them already have several children. Most of them will have GhoulSpawn's children by the end of the year. There's at least three that want mine. In my experience, prostitutes are far better at taking care of children, then the average woman. They have to be. They have more children then the average woman."

"And YOU would know that?"

"Yes. I would. For your information, I've spent the last 300 years of my life living in taverns. I'm well aquanted with prostitutes. I don't like sleeping alone. Unicorn's only been with me the last 10 years."

"Prostitutes are not cheap...."

"I'm the Grand High Emperor of the Triple Planets. And I killed a dragon. Three hundred years of prostitutes every night doesn't make a dent in my gold."

"You're supposed to be a virgin."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I happen to be an Elf. When was the last time you met an Elf who didn't have a dozen wives, several hundred concubines, and a few thousand prostitutes on the side?"







"You're supposed to be a virgin."

"Well, I'm not. Get over it ZooLock!"

Quaraun grabbed Unicorn's arm.

"Come on."

Quaraun and Unicorn went back to the tavern, Unicorn carrying the small boy, who was clinging to the Phooka's neck, leaving ZooLock alone with the dead woman.

Back at the tavern, Unicorn tucked the boy in bed and waited for the boy to fall asleep, while Quaraun set out to drawing a map of the town and marking the locations of the murders. Once the boy had fallen asleep, Unicorn joined Quaraun and watched silently as the Elf, drew a large red star on the map.

"Wat dat?"

"I connected the dots of the murder locations and it makes a 7 point star. Almost. One point is missing. The next murder is gonna be at Black Tower. See?"

Quaraun pointed to the lighthouses location on the map and the fact that it lined up with the missing point on the star.

"Did ya really spend ya nights with prostitutes?"

"What?"

"Ya told ZooLock was spent every night of ya 300 years alone, living in taverns and sleeping with prostitutes."

"I'm not in the habit of lying, Unicorn."

"Aye. I knows it. I also knows ya does no like sticking ya dick in a cunt."

"I didn't say I did."

"No. Ya did."

"Unicorn... I said I didn't like sleeping alone."

"And?" 

"I paid women to sleep with me. Doesn't mean I fucked 'em."

"Ya paid women to sleep in ya bed wid ya, but not have sex wid ya?"

"Yes."

"Why do I believe that be exactly wat ya did?"

"Because I don't like having sex with women and you know that."

"How many prostitutes get to hear a man tell them he wants to sleep with them, un have him actually mean sleep not sex?"

"Is there something wrong with that?" 

"Yis strange Quaraun."

The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
Volume 11 of 130
The Summoner of Darkness
Full Chapter Index -
About The Novel:

Volume 11: The Summoner of Darkness

Back from the dead, once again with Unicorn in tow, and now with the Thullid priest ZooLock his prisoner shackled in chains, Quaraun is headed back to The Screaming Unicorn Tavern in Old Orchard Beach, but finds himself cursed with endless bad luck, as one thing after another drops out of the sky in his path.

Highwaymen, hellhounds, a turtle as big as a house, fire breathing butterflies, a train station from the 20th century, and a strange glow-in-the-dark demonic wizard with pockets full of sheep, who sits in a red armchair in poppy field in the 1400s reading 1980s spellbooks books by Gary Gaygax.

Quaraun goes head to head against The Gremlin, a time traveling wizard from the future who refuses to allow the Pink Necromancer back into Old Orchard Beach, where since his last visit, an evil Sorcerer named HellBorne has erected a giant cursed lighthouse known as The Black Tower.

ZooLock however has other plans, and while 4 rival wizards tear up the town in a wizard's duel, the Squid Headed Aliens From Neptune's Moon and their armies of JellyFish worshiping cultists arrive in town to preform a ritual that will unleash an Elder Brain Chaos Demon, known as The Sacred Pink JellyFish on the world. Too bad they didn't know she was already in town.

NOTE: Most of this novel will be available as free to read online.

Please Note: The Quaraun Series Is Rated M18+ and you must be 18 or older to buy it.

Most pages on EelKat.com are about writing Yaoi, and thus probably is NSFW; reader discretion is advised.

Why is the Quaraun Series Rated M18+?

Quaraun is a character I play in Dungeons & Dragons. Like most every other novel in the series, this novel is based off the notes taken from an actual game play session.

The Summoner of Darkness is based off the Dungeons & Dragons Campaign: The Murder of the Seven Points by Erik Yaple.

If you are a Dungeon Master interested in running a game using this story, the game guide used is this one here --->>>



List Of Sample Chapters
Available To Read Online:

Introducing GhoulSpawn


The Cultists and The Coming of The Darkness


EelKat and The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin


The Moon Elves of Ivujivik


A Letter To Home


HellBorne and The Missing Sacrificial Sheep


The Return of ZooLock


Highwaymen 


Another Letter To Home


Hellhounds


The Half-Elf Thief With Pockets Full of Sheep


The Gremlin's Warning


"I am Very Concerned About Blueberries." - Back At The Blueberry Plains of The Screaming Unicorn Inn


A Field of Fire Breathing Butterflies


A Field of Poppies On The Road To Witch Pond


The Road To Witch Pond (Part 2)


The Road To Witch Pond (Part 3)


Santa's Dead Floating Body


The Pumpkins Are Following Us


A Third Letter To Home


The Abandoned Cathedral


A Piano Fell From The Sky


Worms!


The Glow-In-The-Dark Sun Elf Who Fell From The Sky


GhoulSpawn and Quaraun Trapped With A Phooka


Night Terrors


"Him not hurt. Him just cry baby."


The Pregnant Jelly Fish


The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah In the Swamp of Death


A Fourth Letter To Home - The Masochistic Elf With Stockholm Syndrome


Stay Wid Us Too Lang, Ya Go Crazy Wid Us


The Black Lighthouse


Strange Nightmares


Pumpkins Again


The River Boat Man-Woman

The Strange Village or I Love The Smell Of Decomposing Bodies In The Morning


Food Fight In a Funeral Home


The Golden Rooster


Shrimp Dinners 


Meeting Mallac


A Serial Killer at Large


The Summoner of Darkness


Corsets, Elves, and Undead Faeries.


Visiting The Scene of Murder #1 With An UnGelded Stallion


I Never Wanted To Be a Wizard


Sheep Again


The Sixth Letter To Home


The Fetishes of Phookas


Back At The Tavern and Still No Shrimp


A Tavern Scene Part 1 - "Ever heard of a chastity cage?"


A Tavern Scene Part 2 - Drunk Elves, Shrimp Dinners, and Dungeon Masters From The Future


A Tavern Scene Part 3 - Quaraun, Unicorn, GhoulSpawn, - Time Travel, Chastity Cages, and Whores


He Kills People With Candy (The 7th Letter To Home)


ZooLock Again - Off To Talk to Merchants About Murder #2


Three Days, Three Murders, & Still No Shrimp Dinners


Tumbling Down Stairs With Slutty Elves and Angry Liches


The Missing Children Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah Warned Of


Explosions From The Sea


A Hurricane Hits The Lighthouse


The Blind Phooka


You Always See The Pony?


Murder #4 & Questions About The Black Tower


Pumpkins, Blueberries, and Shrimp


The Thullids Arrive In Town


Investigating Murder #5


ZooLock's Thullid Cultists


Where Are You Hiding That Horse?


Murder #6 - The Red Herring Murder


Murder #6 - The Real Murder


The First Try At Entering Black Tower


The Black Tower's Garden of Death


The Hostess Twinkie Aisle of Biddeford Wal-Mart


Elves In Chandeliers


Aardsvorkus Muddsburge & The Crystal cave of Time and Necromancy


The Train Station


Back At The Tavern


Mallac and The Murder Weapon


Mallac And The Shambling Dead - No Spell Is Ever without A Price


Why is there an elephant in my bed?


"Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcid a kcus! Kcuf!"


Another Night, Another Murder (Murder #7)


HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower


Elwin


"My first thought was, where would a three year old put your bag of holding?"


The Oozing Plate Of Sugar Cookies Bludgeoned By The Courageous Alien Being Chased By A Bloodthirsty Crazed Celebrity Chef


The Map of The Town


Elwin and The Town Full of Dead Children


Glimmer Monks wear nothing underneath their robes...


Can Unicorns conceal themselves amongst normal horses and pick them off in secret?


The Thullids Are Gathering Around The Golden Rooster


A Bag Full of Pickled Jellyfish


Back At Black Tower


The Bottomless Pit


I'm HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower, of The Castle of Blood and Death

Necromancers Don't Wear Pink


BoomFuzzy's Evil Army of Blood Thirsty Marshmallow Tutti-Frutti Fuzzy Wuzzy Fluffy Bunnies


The Cult of The Sacred Pink Jelly Fish


The Pregnant Jellyfish and The Murdered Half-Elf


The Wrath of The Pink Necromancer


Darkness Falls


Back To Black Tower Again


The Ptarmagin Kats of Space Dock 13


On Board The VISION-D8


Elwin Again (The End?)


Did You Know?

The Summoner of Darkness is the first time The Gremlin, EelKat, Lyxiana, Bela, and Spriggan (all characters from the original 1978 edition of Friends Are Forever, Volume 1 of The Twighlight Manor Series) make appearances in The Quaraun series.

While most of the Quaraun series is written with Quaraun as the only point of view character, EelKat, the primary point of view character of the Twighlight Manor series, alternates with Quaraun as a point of view character in Summoner of Darkness.

The novel tells 2 stories side by side, with all odd numbered chapters telling Quaraun's version of the story in the 1400s, and all even numbered chapters being written as letters from EelKat in the 1980s to her sister Lynxian.

EelKat is a 4th wall meta breaking narrator.

Answering Reader Questions:
GhoulSpawn's Sheep Explained

A staple in every story that features GhoulSpawn, is his glittering technicolour herd of sheep, that gather around him to listen as he reads Dungeon's & Dragons manuals, while sitting in a red armchair, in the middle of some field.

I own the red chair, btw, which you see me sitting in in my BookTube videos while I read. You can see it in this video here:

The 2 most common reader questions asked about GhoulSpawn are:

  1. What the hell is it with the sheep? They don't serve any plot point and seem to be there for no reason at all. What the hell?
  2. Does GhoulSpawn have sex with his sheep or not?

The first story to feature Gremlin as a main character was The Wild Years, published in 1987. In this story he is a member of PETA on a mission to shut down Procter & Gamble, after encountering a local sheep farm that supplies lambs for Iams dogfood. In the slaughterhouse on the farm is a conveyor belt, onto which baby lambs are herded, then dropped into a grinder where they are chopped up while still alive.

If you have a stomach strong enough to view such things, you can see BOTH the Proctor & Gamble animal by-product grinder and McDonald's hamburger making grinder in this video here, which shows it being used on baby chickens and baby cows.

(The chicken grinder shown in this video is P&G's Iams dog food processing plant and the cow grinder seen here are Mcdonald's hamburgers be made for you.)

Please be warned, this anti-war, human rights, and animal rights protest video shows EXTREMELY GRAPHIC real life footage of poachers, slaughterhouses, human trafficing, KKK attacks, beheaded ISIS victims, and children killed by landmines.

VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED! 

Back to GhoulSpawn, the series' resident uber extreme animal rights activist...

This was a very real farm and a very real machine which I had seen when I was 8 years old, and was the reason I became an animal rights activist and a vegetarian. This aspect of GhoulSpawn's character, his being a vegan animal rights activist with a vendetta against P&G is based off my own life. (If you did not know, I am the founder of the real world Procter & Gamble Boycott and many of the Twighlight Manor books were written specifically for the boycott, thus why a character like The Gremlin took centre stage.)

Readers came to know that if Gremlin was in the story, so too would be references to the evils of Procter & Gamble, Iams dogfood's horrific sheep grinding machine, and mysterious disappearing sheep, along with his random ramblings against McDonald's, Burger King, and other giants in the animal abuse industry.

Unfortunately for GhoulSpawn, he's often rambling on deaf ears, as Quaraun, Unicorn, and others from the 1400s, have no way to comprehend the future atrocities being described by the time traveller. The reactions of people from the 1400s varies from thinking GhoulSpawn is a raving lunatic (thus why he is dubbed "GhoulSpawn the Crazed") to people understanding that he has seen something which has horribly upset him and feeling pity for him, but not really being able to understand exactly what he is talking about.

And then, when he can't get people to listen to him, he starts pulling sheep out of his pockets, not realizing that back in the 1400s he's surrounded by superstitious people who view magic, Wizards, and such things as evil sorcery and people practicing them as witches to be burned and destroyed. As a teenager from the 1970s, GhoulSpawn has as much trouble comprehending the 1400s mind as they have comprehending him.

As no one but GhoulSpawn can get anything out of or even see anything in his pockets, he can safely stuff sheep in his pockets and then innocently stand there while people run around like mad trying to figure out where all the sheep are disappearing to. He'll stuff another sheep in his pockets every time no one is looking and will continue to do this until the entire herd is gone/in his pockets. At which point he'll then jump back in his 1974 AMC Gremlin, fly back to the 1400s and set the sheep loose in green pastures.

GhoulSpawn has a particular affinity for Cotswold sheep, and his habit of stealing/rescuing sheep and taking them to the past, is used as an explanation for why Cotswolds were so very overpopulated in Medieval times, yet today are considered an endangered species.

Over the years it became a running gag in the series for other characters to bully and tease Gremlin claiming he had a sex fetish for sheep. However, GhoulSpawn does not have sex with his sheep and often seen deeply upset over the accusation. Because most people in the 1400s do not believe GhoulSpawn is a time traveller from the future, they say that he made up his story of rescuing sheep from "the gambler" to cover up habits of beasillity. Quaraun and Unicorn remain two of the only people to believe GhoulSpawn's story as he has taken them to the future and they have seen the things he speaks of for themselves.

The reason for GhoulSpawn's obsession with sheep, is a secret he rarely reveals and is known only to his closet friends: while the series often bills him as a half-Elf, leaving people to assume in also half-Human, is is rather instead half-Demon, specifically he is an Uruisg, which is a Scottish Sheep Demon, a man with the upper body of a man and the lower body of a Cotswold sheep.

In keeping with the actual Irish, Welsh, and Scottish folklore about Uruisg, GhoulSpawn is somewhat of a trickster and causes chaos to ensure whenever he is around. Also like the actual folklore he is a notorious thief and pickpocket, compulsively unable to control his urge to simply pick up and take every shiny object he sees.

Who Is GhoulSpawn?

This is the first time GhoulSpawn appears using the name GhoulSpawn. In previous volumes he was using the name Glinta instead.

In the Twighlight Manor series he is known as The Gremlin.

Quaraun's teenaged lover GhoulSpawn is a "natural born" Sorcerer. He is a half-Elf/half Demon. 

GhoulSpawn's father was an evil Demon who commanded an army of Ghouls. Because of this, he was known simply as "The Ghoul". 

GhoulSpawn's mother was a Sun Elf whom had fallen in love with The Ghoul, but was forbidden by her family to have contact with him. She in turn ran away with her Demon lover, thus causing a war between Elves and Demons.

The Sun Elves tell a story of how their Princess was kidnapped and raped by the Ghoul, thus she gave birth to the Spawn of the Ghoul. Though his mother named him Glinta, she died while he was still very young, and his Elven kin, took to calling him GhoulSpawn as a way to brand him not one of them.

GhoulSpawn is an interdimensional time traveller, because he is unable to remain in any one time, place or dimension long, because he was born in the Hell Dimension, which exists outside of the realm of time and space as we know it. The Ghoul tried to escape the Sun Elves by going to the distant future (1974) and leaving his half-Elf son and the boy's mother there to live among a band of LSD addicted hippie Humans whom drove a 1974 AMC Gremlin.

The Sun-Elves eventually found their missing she-Elf and brought her back to the 1400s where she belonged, but she refused to leave her half-Demon son behind.

After his mother's death, GhoulSpawn was made a servant to his High Elf step-father and full blooded Elf step siblings, all of whom abused him and treated him like a slave. He grew up constantly being told he, because he was only a half-Elf, was unloved and unwanted and should have been killed at birth, resulting in the very low self esteem he has.

Neither Demons nor half-Elves are considered welcomed members of society, both being forced to live in small tribal groups on the outskirts of civilization. Both are often stoned to death or hung if they dare set foot in a city.

GhoulSpawn being both a Demon and a half-Elf is doubly mistreated by the majority of the world's population. He takes to travelling with Quaraun because Quaraun simply accepts GhoulSpawn as he is and is not bothered by being seen in the company of either a Demon or a half-Elf.

There are several instances when people try to bully GhoulSpawn and Quaraun (a high ranking full-blooded aristocratic High Elf) is quick to stand up for him, protecting and defending the half-Elf. Quaraun is often classified by other Elves as "insane" simply because he is willing to be friends with a half-Elf.

GhoulSpawn has a speech impediment which lessens when he is relaxed and grows worse the more nervous or frightened he becomes.

Around calm laid back characters like Quaraun, GhoulSpawn speaks without difficulty. However around domineering, headstrong, or bullying characters such as Unicorn or HellBorne, GhoulSpawn develops a stutter, making it difficult for him the get to the end of a sentence. 

Because he is a Demon, GhoulSpawn was born with natural magical abilities, making him a rare "natural born wizard" or sorcerer.

GhoulSpawn is typical of a Sorcerer in the Quaraun series, in that he has Demon blood, was thus born with a Demon's natural ability to cast magic on some levels, has taking to self-teaching himself how to control the magic powers he was born with, is outcast from society because of his link to Demons, and is generally not well thought of, even though he is not in any way evil, and is in fact the only part of the cast who could be considered anything close to being a Hero.

Being a time traveller, there are times when Quaraun encounteres both GhoulSpawn and his future counterpart Gremlin in the same novel.

This is the first novel in the series to feature multiple versions of GhoulSpawn in a single novel.

GhoulSpawn remains one of the most hated and most loved characters in the series. People who dislike him, absolutely despise him and have gone so far as to request I remove his character from the series entirely. While people who love him, often cite him as their favourite character and often request I add him into more stories more often.

For the people who don't like him, I'm sorry, but he remains one of my favourite characters of the series and he's not going anywhere.

For the people who want to see more of him: there are plans to make changes to several stories in the series to include him in the future editions, more often.

You can find out more about GhoulSpawn here:

Did You Know:
Summoner of Darkness
was written on location at the real Witch Pond?

Meet The Real Witch Hole Pond:






If You Want To Visit Witch Hole Pond For Yourself, Here Are The Directions To It: 
(Address is: Witch Hole Pond, Carriage Road, Mt. Desert Island, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbour, Maine)

Interview With EelKat
While Walking On The Real Road To
Witch Hole Pond In Bar Harbour, Maine






A Real Turtle In Witch Hole Pond:






A Bald Eagle Bathing In Witch Hole Pond:






And the swamp just before the pond...






Driving Park Loop Road Around Witch Hole Pond...






And climbing Bubble Rock Mountain overlooking Witch Hole Pond...

This novel was originally written in: 2014 - 2016


Did You Know:
Summoner of Darkness
was written on location at the real Witch Pond?

Meet The Real Witch Hole Pond:






If You Want To Visit Witch Hole Pond For Yourself, Here Are The Directions To It: 
(Address is: Witch Hole Pond, Carriage Road, Mt. Desert Island, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbour, Maine)

Interview With EelKat
While Walking On The Real Road To
Witch Hole Pond In Bar Harbour, Maine






A Real Turtle In Witch Hole Pond:






A Bald Eagle Bathing In Witch Hole Pond:






And the swamp just before the pond...






Driving Park Loop Road Around Witch Hole Pond...






And climbing Bubble Rock Mountain overlooking Witch Hole Pond...

This novel was originally written on: 2014 - 2016

This page last updated on: June 17, 2017

On Writing The Quaraun Series

The Complete Index To Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Moon Elf Society, But Was Afraid To Ask;

or

The Zaharam-Chapelle-Parunas  Ethnographical World Building Questionnaire

World-Building In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. Creating a 1400's Fantasy World For Time Traveling Wizards
  2. How Your Degree Affects Your World Building
  3. How would you explain your Fantasy world to a stranger?
  4. In what order do you create your world?
  5. Writing Maine: How To Write About Maine Life Accurately
  6. The Cover Art Gallery 

Weird-Building In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. Why is there a kitchen sink in my pocket?
  2. Twerking Dragons - The Joys Of Writing with A Voice Recorder
  3. The Saco River Curse
  4. What The Ocean Gives Me (How Things In Your Life Affect Your Writing)

Building A Magic System In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. Wizards vs Witches vs Sorcerers: How are they different?
  2. Magic Systems and How to Build Them
  3. Necromancy: How will resurrection affect society as a whole?
  4. Spell-casting Side Effects of Magic
  5. Necromancy FAQ - A Real Necromancer Compares Fantasy Necromancy With The Reality
  6. Colour Magic - Gypsy Style
  7. Beware of White Men In Gypsy Clothing: Fake Psychic Scams
  8. Child Sacrifice in Fantasy Novels

Plotting & Writing Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. Ernest Hemingway Style of Writing Literary Fiction Used In Epic Fantasy Novels
  2. Do you write a novel start-to-finish?
  3. Ideas, Ideas, Ideas (Where Do You Get Them?)
  4. Should I plan for ending or just keep writing?
  5. NaNoWriMo Overachievers: How did you do it?
  6. How Long is 50,000 Words?
  7. Why Write 50,000 Words In 30 Days?
  8. How long does it take to hit 1667 words?
  9. Average Typing Speed

Character Creation In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. What exactly makes an Elf an Elf? 
  2. Phookas
  3. Writing Medieval Servants: Their jobs
  4. Writing Albinos With Medical Accuracy
  5. FAQs About Quaraun
  6. Transgender, Transsexual, Transvestite, or Intersex

Writing Sex In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. How To Write Hot Sex?
  2. The Amazon Adult Dungeon
  3. Why Quaraun Is Not Erotica (2015 Answer)
  4. Why Quaraun Is Not Erotica (2017 Answer)
  5. Suicide, Rape, & Abuse 

Disabled Characters In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. On being a handicapped CosPlayer at PortCon Maine 2017
  2. Quaraun & Autism In Fantasy Novels
  3. On Writing A Clinically Insane Character Accurately, While Avoiding The Psychopath Stereotype
  4. Autistics Have Feelings Too & Diverse Books Rant

Drug Use In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. Psychedelics In A 'High' High Fantasy World (High Elves Getting High)
  2. High, High Elves: Elves on Opium | Drug Use 

Horror In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. Why do Lovecraftian beings come to earth?
  2. Writing Horror That Features Violence Against Children 
  3. Writing Stuff That Churns Your Gut
  4. Twighilight Not Twilight

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The Quaraun Series On Amazon:

I am wondering why has Amazon moved the Quaraun books to the category "Transgender Romance" and also "Gay Erotica"? The base story is a deeply depressed, suicidal, drug addict Elf who's lover commit suicide and he's trying not to do the same. It's an old Elf in a tavern, monologuing a lot of flashbacks and back story scenes of his youth. These stories are dark, bloody, angsty, full of drug use, murder, rape, Medieval torture, mental/physical/emotional abuse, and references to depression and suicide - no romance in it, unless you count the occasional (and usually brutally violent) rape scenes that show up in nearly every volume - sorry - no clue what Amazon is thinking or why they moved these to Romance and Erotica, but these books are NOT even close to being Romance or Erotica on any level at all. When I published these books I put them in "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi". If they show up in any category other then "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi", it's because Amazon put them there without my authorization or approval.

~EelKat

Author Interviews
On Writing The Quaraun Series:

  1. Question Everything Before Putting It In Your World 

Author Interviews
On CosPlaying The Quaraun Characters:

Author Interviews
Reacting To Old Orchard Beach's
White Power Gay Hating Over Reaction Ban
Of The Quaraun Series:

  1. Question Everything Before Putting It In Your World 

The 4 door white truck continues to sit at the end of my drive way (146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine) near every night around sunset, reeving it's engine and squealing it's tires, with the driver yelling anti-gay threats and obscenities out the window. He continues to do the same thing at my dad's apartment building (Biddeford Maine) a few times a week, usually in mid to late afternoon time. He continues to follow me to shopping to various stores in various towns throughout the states.

Phrases he yells from the truck include:

"Kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws all transsexuals are alike"

"I keep a gun under the seat of my truck, I'm gonna use it to shoot you in the head, you transvestite freak"

if cars are going by he yells to them: "that thing is Ken's son, look at how's it's dressed; it's insane, it has autism, we can't allow that thing and it's gay cars in our family friend town of Old Orchard Beach"

He often babbles deranged ramblings about something he calls "the gay-pocalypse", raving lunacy about how "all the gays are gathering" on his doorstep. He raves some crazy nonsense about how Armageddon is coming and the war to end all wars will be "the gays against the Christians" and Christians have to be ready to "kill the gays"

My car is the Autism Awareness Car and had 2.5million marbles glued to it (I have Autism - savant - Kanner's syndrome) he claims tat my car "is gay" because of what it looks like. My car has been vandalized several dozen times, including to have the tires slashed 7 times in 6 months.

After dark often around 10PM, he stands at the end of the logging road across the street from me and shoots at my motohome (in February 2014 he shot holes in my neighbour's barn while doing this). I have video footage of 3 of his shootings at me here:  https://youtu.be/NUebzJ9sz9U and here: https://youtu.be/C4dZbgG-Smw

This has gone on since August 2013 now, in addition to all the vandalism, hate crimes, pet beheadings, etc that has happened, including the bomb that blew up our house in 2006.

As you know, that whole time I had not been able to get a plate number on the truck. He as just here again, and I just realized why I could not get a plate number... there are no plates on the truck, either on the front or on the back. However, as he was driving away today... I noticed, there is a plate, stuck up in the back window of the truck, where it can barely be seen, deliberately obscured from view behind a silver tool box.

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