"Though observing the guard in armor from Radiant Heart is mumbling something to the evil being,a dagger was drawn and stabbed through the heart of this evil being but it didn't bleed."
The evil being covered in tattered cloak began to burn into ashes, he wondered what is this, a conjured demon of sorcery? It is a spell based on experience to be in possession of high level mages. As he began to think "it's best to back away and observe more" is when he accidentally kicked a bucket while withdrawing and he was spotted. The guard stared at him and said "You saw it?".
"Being stunned by the glowing eyes of the guard, he drawed his sword in his defense".
The guard swung his sword in desperation to behead Serth while he retaliated valiantly. They fought for a good few moments when the sounds of multiple armor and swords approaching. The guard tossed his sword aside and it evaporated, intending to flee the scene. He realized this is another part of sorcery and charged towards the guard, stabbed him in the ribs, the guard screamed and managed to free himself from Serth's attack. Pausing for a moment, the guard's back was facing Serth as he turned around and realized it was a woman with long silver hair......with fangs.
"You are a lich?" shocked as he saw her appreance could tame any wild man. Such beauty, yet such evil within her. The source of the evil he felt from that evil being is overwhelming within this woman.
She said "You will pay for this, I will burn your soul".
The guards approached the scene where Serth has captured the lich. The leader of the guard asked "You man, did you murder that man in the bar?" while prepared to draw his sword.
A strider's return (1/3)
A sudden guilt was spreading within him like a disease. As destiny allowed Serth to wander the realm of humanity once again, putting behind the darkness of his past, now he suffers the battle against himself. Struggling in search of his own lost soul.
Upon Westbridge he wanders, as he ventures deeper he saw a bar and walked in for a booze. As he openned the doors, everyone ignored his presense, he walked straight to the bar-counter. He ordered a shot for his favourite Vodka, enjoyed it and noticed a dark presense sitting at the corner of the bar, mysterious as it is he sense great evil in that entity.
"Why is everyone not paying attention to such a presense? Is he the only one who notice?"
He continued to observe this evil being, highly suspicious as ever. After a moment it stood up from its corner and walked towards a drunkard who's figure seemed like the Mayor of Westbridge. The evil being stabbed the drunk without hesitation in the chest, watching the drunk fall to the ground bleeding to death in a crowded bar which none bothered.
"Suspicious.....extremely suspicious"
"This cannot be left unpunished"
He tailed this suspicious evil being throughout the Market Square and into a back alley. Suspicious as it seems, a medium build looking guard standing before this being. Without a second thought that "guard" in view is definately known as a member of the Radiant Heart.
Upon Westbridge he wanders, as he ventures deeper he saw a bar and walked in for a booze. As he openned the doors, everyone ignored his presense, he walked straight to the bar-counter. He ordered a shot for his favourite Vodka, enjoyed it and noticed a dark presense sitting at the corner of the bar, mysterious as it is he sense great evil in that entity.
"Why is everyone not paying attention to such a presense? Is he the only one who notice?"
He continued to observe this evil being, highly suspicious as ever. After a moment it stood up from its corner and walked towards a drunkard who's figure seemed like the Mayor of Westbridge. The evil being stabbed the drunk without hesitation in the chest, watching the drunk fall to the ground bleeding to death in a crowded bar which none bothered.
"Suspicious.....extremely suspicious"
"This cannot be left unpunished"
He tailed this suspicious evil being throughout the Market Square and into a back alley. Suspicious as it seems, a medium build looking guard standing before this being. Without a second thought that "guard" in view is definately known as a member of the Radiant Heart.
And then there was Zazza (Part II)
Khalid took this young drow under his wing. Taught him to harness the mystical ways within. He learned quick, quicker then he had himself learned. Khalid would teach him to bend his mind to preform such tasks. And as quickly has it was taught to the drow, it was mastered. There was something different about this drow. Khalid would bend is mind to focus the energy within him towards the spell. This drow would pull energy from everything around him. With such ease he would pull the most powerful of energies from nature. This amazed Khalid.
His apprentice was slowly becoming more powerful with the mystical ways then himself. He had spent years apon years studing. Trying to master all he could, yet this drow mastered such abilities without the time spent. Khalid ponder what else he could teach this man. What was left to teach him?
One night Khalid called this the drow to the tower. They talked until the moon fell from the sky. Before Khalid left for bed he put his hand apon the drows shoulders.
"Zazza, you have made me proud. You have learned everything I could possibly teach you. Your ways may differ from my own but they are what makes you. The citadel will always be your home. And you will always be part of us. You must step out into the world, use what you have learned here. I will always be here for you."
Zazza smiled and nodded. "You are my brother."
Khalid walked away. A tear dripped from his eye. This man had made him so proud. He was like a son to him.
His apprentice was slowly becoming more powerful with the mystical ways then himself. He had spent years apon years studing. Trying to master all he could, yet this drow mastered such abilities without the time spent. Khalid ponder what else he could teach this man. What was left to teach him?
One night Khalid called this the drow to the tower. They talked until the moon fell from the sky. Before Khalid left for bed he put his hand apon the drows shoulders.
"Zazza, you have made me proud. You have learned everything I could possibly teach you. Your ways may differ from my own but they are what makes you. The citadel will always be your home. And you will always be part of us. You must step out into the world, use what you have learned here. I will always be here for you."
Zazza smiled and nodded. "You are my brother."
Khalid walked away. A tear dripped from his eye. This man had made him so proud. He was like a son to him.
And then there was Zazza (Part I)
Khalid stood atop the tower looking down at the citadel. It had taken many of men and much coin to complete but well worth the investment. It was a long and crazy road to get to this point in life. Many mistakes were made but all leaving a valuable lesson learned.
The citadel was no longer just a house, it was a stronghold that stood high in Graveyards of Zozo City. Many of adventurers have passed through its doors. Some seeking food and shelter, some seeking knowledge but some, a select few came to find a place they could call home. The citadel had many teachers within it walls. And they taught those seeking to better their physical, mental and spiritual state.
Khalid couldnt stop thinking about this young drow who he found left for dead outside of the drow city. He had taken an immediate liking to this young drow. This drow had taken a liking to Khalid as well. Many a nights, the man would come to Khalid in the library. Seeking knowledge of the mystical ways. Khalid was a quiet and reserved man. This drow had awoken something live within him. His determination to learn and master what he learned brought much joy to Khalid.
The citadel was no longer just a house, it was a stronghold that stood high in Graveyards of Zozo City. Many of adventurers have passed through its doors. Some seeking food and shelter, some seeking knowledge but some, a select few came to find a place they could call home. The citadel had many teachers within it walls. And they taught those seeking to better their physical, mental and spiritual state.
Khalid couldnt stop thinking about this young drow who he found left for dead outside of the drow city. He had taken an immediate liking to this young drow. This drow had taken a liking to Khalid as well. Many a nights, the man would come to Khalid in the library. Seeking knowledge of the mystical ways. Khalid was a quiet and reserved man. This drow had awoken something live within him. His determination to learn and master what he learned brought much joy to Khalid.
One Enemy Shines
Such an eventful couple of days. Sliver had felt things a dutiful bug shouldn't have to feel, endure the stupidity of hatred, and discovered something from her clans history that was brought back home. All these emotions boiling inside caused the bug to really reflect on its feminine side, a side Sliver had long ago pushed to the side as a distraction, and well... A danger at times.
Back in New Thalos, Sliver roamed the museum of statues waiting for the messenger to arrive. It shouldn't be long. He would be curious, the messenger had simply been Sliver's way of giving time to sort out the odd storm that brewed in the bugs head. Things like the rose... Such a silly token. Who disappears and leaves a rose behind? What was that man thinking? Maybe he was just trying to get under the bug's 'skin'. But Sliver couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened in that encounter. Something was different about it? And then whispers of him leaving them from sources? By the Gods, could that mean that Sliver was right? There was hope in the man? Tingles of excitement trailed up the bugs back as the messenger arrived. Sliver read the simple words and uttered a transportation spell.
Upon arriving at the library Sliver quietly walked to Psycho. The rose previously frozen in time by the bug was taken out and displayed. Hiding true feelings that had not quite been explored, sliver speaks... Simple words, that held the weight of important decisions to come.
'There isss hope among the dead... One enemy shhhinesss...'
Back in New Thalos, Sliver roamed the museum of statues waiting for the messenger to arrive. It shouldn't be long. He would be curious, the messenger had simply been Sliver's way of giving time to sort out the odd storm that brewed in the bugs head. Things like the rose... Such a silly token. Who disappears and leaves a rose behind? What was that man thinking? Maybe he was just trying to get under the bug's 'skin'. But Sliver couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened in that encounter. Something was different about it? And then whispers of him leaving them from sources? By the Gods, could that mean that Sliver was right? There was hope in the man? Tingles of excitement trailed up the bugs back as the messenger arrived. Sliver read the simple words and uttered a transportation spell.
Upon arriving at the library Sliver quietly walked to Psycho. The rose previously frozen in time by the bug was taken out and displayed. Hiding true feelings that had not quite been explored, sliver speaks... Simple words, that held the weight of important decisions to come.
'There isss hope among the dead... One enemy shhhinesss...'
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