A new Chapter

Another chapter closes, what a shame it had to end this way. Kyarn, my brother my blood my kin, I wish you the best and all the luck. Vandalandius, keep on pimping. Havok, king dragon, my ego was as great as yours, unfortunately, it was more fragile. I'm dead, I'm gone I'll see you all later. Alsin Fairfax the self proclaimed - Goblin Ruler, Pyker child, Syndicate Crimelord, Criminal Mastermind, Sexual God, and that bastard you hated but always loved. Peace the FuCk OuT!!

Life

| I opened my eyes. For the first time in many years, I was able to see. | | I blinked. Yet, I was still unable to move. I was entombed in a large | | chunk of ice, a frozen statue hidden away from the world by a think | | blanket of dead vegetation. I was alive. Thinking. Cold. I felt cold | | and unhealthy. I tried to break free from my icy prison. It took a | | couple of attempts, but somehow, I shattered it with my unforseen | | strength, or force rather. I was cold. I could not feel the warmth of | | the golden rays of the sun. I could not feel anything. I could not | | remember anything. But I do know one thing: It is not possible for me | | to be alive. Who am I? What am I? I began to walk. Where? I do not | | know. I just hoped to find warmth. I hoped to find someone to talk to. | | Someone. So, I decided to go to a city. | | | | When I reached a large city, Westbridge, I was amazed by its splendor: | | The humourous mimes performing, city guard patrolling, merchants | | enticing, and warriors bragging. I stopped in a Healing Wound Inn. | | I examined the room. Many adventurers were there healing and drinking. | | I soon noticed many eyes on me. I simply smiled. One of them came up | | to me and offered to buy me a drink. I declined his friendly gesture. | | He then offered to rent me a room, so I may have a nice rest. Even | | though I was not physically tired, I was mentally tired. I needed a | | solitary place to recollect my thoughts. I said, "Yes. I like a room, | | I am very tired." He grinned and rubbed his hands. He went to the inn- | | keeper and rented room 4 for me, or us, rather. We headed towards the | | room. He unlocked the door and opened it. I entered the room and laid | | on the bed. He also entered the room. I quickly sat up, and asked him | | to leave and for my privacy. Chuckling to himself, the adventurer came | | closer and closer. I sternly said again, "Please leave this room!" | | However, he continue to come towards me, with an awkward grin on his | | face. He said, "Now, don't you wanna play?" Then, he wrapped his arms | | around me. His skin was warm, so I did not mind. He then continued, | | "You are very cold. Do you want me to warm you up?" He took off his | | armor and various equipment, and tried to kiss me, I instictively bit | | his neck. Blood! Warm, precious blood! I kept drinking the life out of | | the unfortunate adventurer. He screamed, and screamed, but I did not | | stop feeding. I finally found the warmth I was looking for -- warmth | | from blood. For once, I was no longer cold. I felt powerful. I felt | | good. | | | | I looked in the mirror. I did not look like I have aged. My face, hair | | and physical features were that of splendid beauty. My fangs slowly | | receded. My torn clothing was blood-soaked. I stared at the mirror in | | disbelief, for I am a lich. I shall live forever draining the life of | | the living to fuel my perfect immortality. |

the awakening

The boy awoke, gasping for air. Looking around him, the room looked strange and different. He had slept for a long time. Years even. Perhaps this was the curse of all Celestials, for inactivity often brought a yawn to the child's face. Clamoring out of bed, Kyarn scanned out the window, and saw the Keep as it always was, empty and desolate yet at the same time bustling with activity. Only to the trained eye could one see the latter however. Shadows crept along the walls, and the distant sound of training priests and warriors could be heard well below his chamber, pleasing to the ears. Dressing quickly, throwing on his custom baby blue kimono and strapping on his swordbelt, he cast some protective magics and strolled slowly down towards the main hallway of the keep, allowing his childish muscles a chance to warm up. "So I'm finally back. There is much to be done around here, and I must speak to the other Strifelords. They will inform me on anything that has changed in the realms during my absence." Kyarn continued to walk, but slowed his steps as he entered the chamber. "Alia." Kyarn ran his fingers around the ring that adorned his left hand, and waved his hand in a circle before him. A scrying portal appeared, and peering intently into the image, Kyarn smiled softly as always. She was okay, and that was what mattered. He would inform her that he had returned to the land of the waking as soon as his duties were complete. For now, he would be kept busy for the days to come by resettling into the daily chores and tasks that were his responsibility as the smallest and most innocent Strifelord to complete. innocent. perhaps. but uncapable? Never. The time for the awakening slowly made it's way, the future becoming the present. All Hail Cyric. The Lord of Murder, the Prince of Lies, The Lord of Three Crowns.