diary of a mad man pt. 3

When the preparations were ready to find and kill the fallen angel into Crovax's palace were set in motion he only needed one thing a magical carpet that could whisk him away to his prey. He searched long and hard, then found it for the time to strike. But when my spy returned to me to tell me that Crovax had been hidden away in training and couldn't be bothered at all it was the perfect time. Crovax would be all-alone. His mentors gone and his brother Tsabicaran was in a meeting with others trying to get them as his patrons of the order. With the carpet he moved quickly to the fallen angel. She would be dead in a matter of minutes. One by one the meteors hit her barely phasing her. He pressed on deathly aware that the BASTARD must die to his blade tonight! Finally after what seemed to be hours but only minutes she was dead! He quickly moved to the next target. With one slick move the meteors hit harder then before and he was dead. Into the building he went. Walking slowly not making a sound. Shaking with fear and excitement of what Crovax would do if he saw him first. Then he saw him The bastard elf himself he was tall in the picture in his belt pouch he had drawn of him. But it was correct he was indeed tall and slim but muscular. This would be an easy match for I had faith on my side! He will be dead by me! One by one the rocks hit Crovax causing him to drop the joint in which he smoked on the ground. Quickly Rosso without loosing concentration of the spell picked it up and knew it was a gift from the gods. He went on powering down the elf with no giving up. All Crovax could do is watch as he lay there in shock as the illusionist continued to attack his poor frail body. As the final hours passed for Crovax, he gave a girlish scream to try to alert someone of his death but no one came. I waited what seemed like forever to find the next person to slay but no one came. So I moved out with his corpse in hand so I can cast as my own and trapped his soul inside of it. Hours upon hours passed when the deed was surely done. Being brought to the temple of life was the corpse of Crovax where his final resting spot would be. But there in his eyes he seen the bastard elf lying there in the coffin getting up ferociously surviving the beat down of his life. Crovax yelled into the streets "That guy right there tried to kill me! Lock him up in the brig so he will never get out!" Malar attending the funeral quickly grabbed me and through me into this cell I now call home.