Alright, lets just try to finish this, even if it is terrible.
As the ice cascaded around him, Dorfl's body began to cool, and the fire in his eyes dimmed for what he was sure would be the last time. He remembered meeting the group of adventurers, remembered the reason he was here right now...
He left the blasksmith's shop, parading in a new suit of armor, so as to not arouse any suspicions of a golem walking freely.
He walked over to the trio of adventurers, looking approvingly at them, an angel that seemed to be ill, a pale vampire that radiated power and control, and a slim ulitharid, which Dorfl knew to be adept in the psionic arts, and very agile in water.
He'd said; "Hello, I hear you three are looking for a freelance adventurer?"
Then the ulitharid had turned to him, saying "What business do you have here?"
"I am simply looking for a few warriors, I'm going to need a bit of help to do what I have in mind, although I have no money, I will repay you in favors, as you look like potent fighters."
"We are not mercenaries; we have our own duties. And looks can be deceiving; for all you know, we could just be a couple of newly-apprenticed mages. I'm afraid that we're too busy to help you right now; unless, of course, you have some rewards to give us. We currently don't have that much."
The ulitharid had been skeptical, doubtful that he had good intentions, "You don't have anything that needs doing? Or do you require any sort of assistance? I assure you I mean no harm, I am simply looking for a few allies in a strange town. If you don't want me though, I'm sure I can work and pay someone else." He'd began to walk away, hoping feverently that they would call out to him.
"Wait," said Heimdall. "We'll help you. But after that, do you mind traveling with our little group? We have a quest to defeat the Fallen Elves and then the False Vampires, and we need as many honest warriors as we can get. What do you say?"
"Yes, I'd be honored, but my quest is not very high priority, I would rather help you first, after all, You owe me nothing yet."
Yes, he'd promised that he would help them. He'd promised.
Suddenly the iceberg exploded, raining shards and chunks of ice, which melted before they even hit the ground, because Dorfl was a huge inferno, blazing with heat and power. His body had regenerated from pure fire, and he'd poured basilisk blood onto it to form an impenetrable armor, he simply burned the excess blood that would have paralyzed him.
"I cannot go back on a promise, golem. I will not go back on a promise."
Then he began to run towards Meshugah, who chuckled and began to do the same. After a few steps, they blurred, moving to quickly to be seen. They quickly reappeared, fists smashing into each other and distorting the reality around them. They disappeared again, clashing slightly higher this time, but different elements. They continued, warping in and out of vision, Ice vs. Fire, Air vs. Earth, Light vs. Dark, Life vs. Death.
Each time, the surroundings abraded even more, forming a sphere of utter destruction each place they appeared. Dorfl brought his fist around his back, trying to surprise his opponent, but he just caught it and spun Dorfl around, trying to bring his fist down on the other golem's neck before he moved away, but Drofl was already away, striking from behind. Meshugah brought his arm around and blocked the blow, and they clached again, the opposite elements rebounding against each other and destroying even more ice. It's not real, otherwise he'd have power over it. That's why I can't absorb it, it's all a lie. He's a lie too.
He brought his fists down with renewed vigor, pushing himself past the limit, stretching the false universe to encompass such vast energies.
But the Ice Golem jumped back, pushing Dorfl away with an underhanded blow to his chest. "Enough of this," he spat, "My turn for something unexpected."
He raised his hands, and another sphere of light appeared, similar to they way he had formed. It slowly began to spin and elongated into a long, ocean-blue staff, tipped at both ends with foot-long spikes of ice. He grinned, and advanced on Dorfl again spinning the staff with incredible speed and attacking from both left and right at once, it was like fighting two enemies at once, each with unparalled speed and strength, he was barely able to keep up, and he knew it wouldn't be for long.
As he was pushed back, he remembered his promise, and defended faster and blocked with more strength. But it was all he could do, to defend. The attacks were just too fast, too strong, and too well-planned. He couldn't turn to block either strike, otherwise he would leave his opposite side open for attack.
This can't go on, I'm going to lose, even with all my skills, all my strength. It's just not enough. I won't be able to keep my promise.
Thinking these thoughts, defeat settled into his body, and the next crushing blow from the staff brought him to his knees, a second later to the ground. The Ice Golem stood over him in triumph, and raised the spear over his head in attempt at a double-handed stab to finish his off.
"This is it Dorfl, you are just too weak. I will come back to your world looking like you, and all your friends will die in the night, seeing you with in their last second of life, and will think you did it." He laughed maniacally, and brought his spear down.
Suddenly, everything took on purple and blue shadows, slowing down to a crawl. A nondescript brown figure appeared in front of him, a silhouette of a tall female figure. It whispered in his ear, the spear still moving towards him at less than a snail's pace. "Don't give up now, little golem, you still have a great role to play."
She handed him a sword that was forged of pure flame, the essence of fire, the Fahrenhiet. "I put this in good hands, little golem."
And time returned, the spear sped up moving straight for his head. He brought his arm up with amazing speed, his left one, with the Fahrenhiet in it.
But the swor dwas changed, instead of flames it was now a huge claymore, easily as tall as Dorfl himself. But he lifted it easily, as if it weighed nothing. His blade clanged into the spear and it shattered, stinging Meshugah with icy shards.
He stood up, and brought the Ice Golem down with a wave of his hand. There was a fire in his eyes again, but it was different, more intelligent, more confident, and blazing ten times as bright.
"No, you will not return to reality, you will be trapped here forever. I will see to this, with Earth's Vengeance" he waved his hand, and his surroundings vanished, including the other golem. His sword grew lighter, becoming pure white and fading into his surroundings. He knew it was there though, and he would be able to call on it as he needed.
He stepped onto the shore of the beach, with a new power, new strengths, a new blade, and a huge curiosity about the mysterious figure.
Done
And the figure was either an Earth Nymph, or the former Master of Earth. Female just because the only other female character is Sirenes. Going to be gone for a few days, feel free to drag Dorfl along.
