Ooze story

[Le Blue Dude]

So there's a long story behind the creation of this story, and I have several chapters done already though I shall continue work on it until it's done. I'm using this story as my.... practice story as an author. It will become part of my 'portfolio', but it's not publishable due to copyright stuff. I got permission from the appropriate person to write the story, but I never asked for permission to publish it in any format other then 'for free on the internet'. If you've ever played the ooze mini campaign in battle for wesnoth, this is a retelling of that done with explicit creator permission. I would like as much help and assistance in writing as can be given to me, I want to make this story sparkle. It's not done yet, but here's what I have.

Also right now it's a series of disjoint incidences. I plan on turning it into a story proper, with the assistance of all of you... I'd like to make character goals clearer and the like

Chapter 1: the caverns

The darkness embraced me, its velveteen grip flowing around me as I slept. Cool, cold, wet. I know not how long I rested there in that dank cavern, just another slimy puddle. Occasionally I was woken from my slumber, by the mint flavored blue ripples in the air that signified the shrill squeaks of the bats I usually ate. Sometimes it was the basil silver whispers of larger prey stepping unwarily onto me. These awakenings were barely more then moments, reflexive, spontaneous, then done. And when I finished silence would return, and I would sleep.

Then suddenly, there was a sharp cheddar red flash, starting me from my slumber. Metal hitting metal echoed through my caverns, each clank tracing another jagged scar into the air. I tasted something on the floor, something moist, with iron and proteins. This was food. Hungrily, instinctively I slithered across the slick path, until I reached an odd figure. It was mostly covered in metal, but there were holes in its shell, and the food was leaking from it. Near it was a chord of wood, burning.

I rushed at it, and it let out a sound that left yellow and green waves over the world. I seeped through the metal, dissolving it, eating it and eating the figure underneath. Then, something happened. This wasn’t like any other meal I had eaten before, or any other time I had awakened. Images, words, sounds flashed before my eyes. These… walking food stores called themselves ‘humans’. And for the first time, I found myself thinking.

It was an unusual feeling, actually expressing myself within my own mind with words instead of pictures. It made me feel powerful and strong. For the first time I had an identity, though it was not much of one yet. Still I hungered, and from what I could remember of the creature’s mind there was a battle between three factions in my caves.

One side was a group of humans who were ‘bandits and highwaymen’. The other factions of humans were the ‘militia’. The last groups in my caverns were some goblins who were making it their home. I wasted no time, and used the mass of my victim, as well as the extra mass I had built up over the years to split myself into several parts. Since I had ‘thoughts’ now I could maintain control of myself even when split into pieces.

Then I headed to where the clash was the loudest. There were many of these humans there, six in metal shells and nearly twelve in twisted brown shells… leather, my newfound vocabulary prompted me. Small grey two-legged creatures chattered and guarded the holes to the part of the caves they had made their home, watching the fight, and poking anyone who got too close with their long sticks. These were the goblins.

I went after the goblins first, sending three copies of myself into their cave, dissolving and eating their village while they watched the door, oblivious to my passage, until one of the smaller ones started to scream.

Their reaction was immediate. They had apparently fought parts of myself before, because they started attacking me with flaming torches. Normally this would have been the end, it would have cooked me, and killed the bit of me that was too close. But this time was different. I had discovered tactics and strategy.

I learned many tricks, hiding from them, and playing dead to spring ambushed from surprise. I found I could crawl up the walls and dribble myself onto them from the ceiling, then dissolve their flesh. I menaced them from one direction, while silently approaching from another direction. It was… exhilarating. With each goblin I ate my thoughts flowed quicker, and more words popped into my head, glorious words.

The mass of goblins gone I turned on the remainder of the battlefield, four armored men left alive against only six brigands. it had been a slaughter, and both sides were exhausted from their long fight. Compared to the goblins it was simple to overwhelm them with a sea of myself, pick the meat off of their bones, then eat even those. Unlike the goblins these men had a different concept: Outside. Intrigued by this place I headed to the exit of the caverns.

[SAMAS]

Sounds interesting. What is this set in, or is this an original story?