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Post by The Sorcerer on Nov 22, 2013 17:25:02 GMT -5
In The End.... As you fade into the night.... Who will tell the story of your life....? and who will remember your last goodbye...?
The soldier swung his blade through one of the many nameless figures on the battlefield. The bodies of those who opposed him laid strewn across the ground. The last trickle of blood ran down his blade as those he commanded roared in victory. the stench of death filled the air as he stalked forward through the wake of his conquest. His lord would be quite pleased with his work on this day. he had given everything for the goals of another man. Glory and wealth were all he needed, all he fought for. As he wiped a trail of blood from his brow he only managed to smear it more clearly upon his skin. His mind however was doubtful, some of his men had begun questioning their purpose. He himself was unsure of the goals anymore or if they were worth it. He only knew what his orders were...
"Tell me, Gregory.... what are we fighting for here?" The soldier looked upon one of his men questioningly.
"A change I suppose... a world our Lord can mold as he sees fit..." Gregory replied solemnly.
"Do you want this world of his?" The soldier asked in turn.
"Doesn't matter if we want it or not..... we are just soldiers after all... The Lord and our enemies are the ones who make the decisions... we just follow orders.." Gregory replied as he cleaned his blade across the mottled grass.
"Truly.... We live a life to be pitied. With these hands I have commanded an entire legion of men.... yet I do not have the power to change this world?" The soldier spoke glancing to Gregory coldly.
"There are greater powers than us out there sir. One of these days we will be dead and gone.... those who wish to change this world are not so often afflicted with mortality" Gregory spoke with a sigh.
"When that day comes.... I will not allow myself such a fate. Even if I must claw my way from a shallow grave, I will keep fighting" The soldier spoke calmly.
"I do not doubt it sir..... But the way you are speaking... I fear perhaps you are on the wrong side of this war..." Gregory spoke as he glanced upwards.
"I think there is no right side of this war....." The soldier spoke as he sheathed his blade.
In The End... As my soul's laid to rest ... What is left of my body... Or am I just a shell.... And I have fought... And with flesh and blood I commanded an army... Through it all... I have given my heart for a moment of glory ....
The Paladin order was proud of their newest member. The boy showed much promise in his training and his ability to wield the holy magics of Chivalry were unmatched. His parents were simple farmers, yet they had brought such a child into the world. If they had only known what his training would do to him. Justice was a virtue that many see from different angles. Honor can be warped to suit the needs of those whom follow it. This boy saw no justice in arresting criminals.... he saw no honor in any battle not to the death..... Though seeing himself as a hero he truly brought more darkness than he did light. It did not take long for darker forces to taint him and lead him to the path he walked in the end..
Glory... Wealth....Justice. These were the words used to draw him in. He felt he was out to change the world, to make it a better place. With every victory he rose in rank and power. His blade weeped the blood of his enemies, yet his own tears never fell. That was what worried him the most. It was this self doubt that led him to his decision in the end..
Leaving his position was not simple, there was blood spilled and friendships shattered. In the end.. who he was.. died that day. A man with no name roamed the countryside, seeking to find the one thing he truly needed to find, himself..
Born a saint... But with every sin I still want to be Holy... I will Live again... Who we are.... Isn't how we live, we are more than our bodies... If I fall, I will rise back up and relive my glory...
Death..... always expected, always welcomed. Though not this time. Silence is all he knew now, His world was gone and he was alone. All he had now was time to know himself, to remember his sins and to come to terms with his actions. Years since his departure he realized how much he had now left behind. How can a heart ache when you no longer have a body? What reason did he desire life, when his whole existence he only sought death. What did it matter anyways, Death is the end isn't it?
"When that day comes.... I will not allow myself such a fate. Even if I must claw my way from a shallow grave, I will keep fighting"
A memory? Did he say that? What was he thinking? Why couldn't he remember something more important... or at least something more interesting...
Who will remember this last goodbye.... Cause it's the end.... And I'm not afraid to die...
"I Never said Goodbye....."
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Post by The Sorcerer on Nov 28, 2013 6:51:07 GMT -5
Dirt.... Sand.... Six feet.... maybe Seven. Death was a finality in life wasn't it? He wouldn't go, Was it already more than a year of wandering? Was he so greedy... so arrogant that he refused to pass on after all this time? Betrayal.... Love..... Friendship..... Pain..... Were these all the things that kept him going? A voice in his head continued to speak to him.
"Let Go, Be at peace"
What did he want of peace? Why should he let go, he had accomplished little in his time. He felt there was so much left undone. He watched as others lingered around him, Lost souls mourning their own ends. They never seemed to notice him, until these feelings began to overtake him as of late. They flocked to him, begged him to help them. What could a dead man do? To live again.... was that even possible? Dare he strive for something he could never truly attain? Around him stood the restless dead, souls fearing their end lingering within the world screaming for help..
"Do you know why they wish to live?" a voice came from behind him.
He turned to see a figure clad in black robes. No they were not robes, the being was a shadow without true form, only a mass standing before him.
"I imagine they have something they left undone.." He spoke in return.
"No, They are selfish and refuse to pass on.... We leave nothing undone in life.. we live then we die... so what makes you any different?" The figure asked mockingly.
"I suppose I am no different. I refuse this fate.... I desire life..... Whether it is selfish or not. I won't fool myself into thinking I have some grand purpose" He replied emotionlessly.
"What would you do with life?" The Figure asked curiously.
"Live it, I suppose.... How about you?" He asked the figure.
"I have never lived, I have never died, I have always been and always will be. I await all and am everyone's inevitability." The figure spoke coldly.
"Are you trying to say you are death then? As in the physical embodiment of it...that's rather expected really" He replied with a small chuckle.
The shadowy form slowly moved past him... no through him. If he could feel anything he knew that a chill would have gone up his spine at that moment. The lingering spirits seemed to depart, leaving only him and the figure standing before one another.
"Death is not something you can idealize as one individual. We all carry the power of life and death within us. I was forged by your actions in life, You took many lives and made me quite powerful. You have always cast me as your shadow. Are you surprised?" The figure asked.
".. I changed. I saw the error of my ways and did all I could to make up for my misdeeds. I fully expected to pay the price of my evil ways when I died. So if all I forged was evil, then I accept that.." He lowered his head as he spoke.
"I said you forged me, I never said I was evil. Within me lies a speck of life, The light which you forged at birth... and slowly kept lit in your last days. Perhaps if you had lived longer... I would stand before you not as shadow... but as light." The being spoke to his surprise.
"a lot of good that does me, I lived and I died.. as you so bluntly explained.." He replied in turn.
The figure seemed to stare at him silently. He could feel it's eyes focused upon him. It raised what he could only assume was it's arm and pointed a shapeless finger in his direction.
"They are trapped, Two simple items filled to the brim. They wait for you and only you. Darkness will overcome if they are not set free. This offer is not one which is given so easily. If they fall into the wrong hands..... Let us just say there will be no rest for any..." The figure spoke darkly.
"..Are you.... offering me a chance to live again..?" he asked a bit astonished.
The figure stood silently looking upon him.
"I'll do it..whatever it is I will do it....What do I have to do?" He asked frantically.
"...Digging... would be a good start..." The figure spoke.
Pain shot through his chest and he could feel it... the pressure and the sensation of course dirt upon him. He couldn't breath and he could hardly move. Frantically he began to wriggle his arms free and began to paw at the layer of earth set upon him.
"Dig he says.....I am going to die... again"
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Post by The Sorcerer on Dec 3, 2013 4:26:21 GMT -5
The forests of Yew echoed with the sounds of the many creatures that resided there. It had been three long weeks now. He could still feel the dirt under his fingernails, The six feet to his freedom felt like a lifetime. Having to wander into the local tailor's nude however was a bit more exciting than he had wanted it to be. They were kind enough to give him some old rags to wear though. He took a small job on a fishing ship that was heading out to Skara, working his keep and moving on once they reached shore. He had no idea where he was going anymore. Only what burned within his mind drove him forward.
"One wails with the voices of the righteous, those contain by choice to oppose the shadow"
"One remains silent, Brooding in darkness and contained against their will to crush the light"
His stay within the shore town was not long. a small family had arrived searching for a farmhand for their home in Yew. In his disheveled appearance he was shocked they agreed to bring him on. When he was a child he worked on his family's farm, tending to the horses and sheep. The busy work kept his mind at ease, allowing him time to focus on the task at hand. Mother and daughter running a farm, the father gone taken in the battle against Minax. They were very kind to him, bringing him his meals and giving him fresh clothes to wear. The daughter seemed very interested in him, always asking questions and trying to show him her dolls.
"Momma says you musta had a bad time before comin ere" the little girl stated.
"What makes her think that?" He replied.
"Heard er tellin Ms. Terrins in the market, that ye've got the look ofa soldier. Says yeh remind er of dad" The little girl spoke as she played with her doll's hair.
"I am sure your father was a good man" He chimed in.
"Mum says ee was'a brave soldier." The little girl returned.
"Did you know him?" He asked.
"I was only three summers when ee died, only know what mum tells me. So were you'a brave soldier en?" The little girl looked to him curiously as she spoke.
"... Not as brave as your father was." He replied, his memories of the war now more vivid than ever.
"Did yah hurt anyone...?" The little girl asked looking a little worried.
"Yes.... yes I did. I hurt a lot of people. But mostly i hurt myself" He responded, lowering his head a bit.
"Yer a nice man..... I forgive yah. An I know mamma would too." The girl spoke with a small timid smile.
He looked upon her a little surprised. She was but a child, she didn't know the kinds of things he had seen in his life. Her smile and words however calmed him. He reached a hand down and patted her head with a grin.
"The fences are mended, You should get back to the house. I will be there shortly." He spoke trying to usher her on.
"Okay en, Mister.... what's yer name? Mumma says yer jus too lonely to give et to us." The little girl inquired.
He stared at the girl for a good long while. He was not sure how to answer that question. Born with a name he had forsaken out of his own Greed and Ego. Earning himself a name that now belonged to a dead man. The girl looked at him expecting, he knew the only way out was to either give a name... or lie.
"Call me Ash" He replied quickly.
"Alrigh then Ash, Will see yah at the house, dun be late!" The girl spoke excitedly as she ran back home.
That evening he sat with the two at the dinner table. The mother looked at him quietly as he ate. A lonely woman in the presence of a man who reminded her of her husband. He knew all too well where this was likely going. He helped in clearing the table and washed up the plates and cutlery. As the daughter said her good nights and went to her room, that was when the mother made her move. She spoke of the restless nights spent alone on the farm, and how before he came there the place had begun falling into disrepair. She moved closer with each word and story, till she was leaning against him. Her skin was smooth and tanned, she likely spent quite some time on this farm. Judging by her appearance she could not be any older than thirty summers. She smelled of sunflowers and lilacs, an odd combination.. but quite intense. As she moved to put her arms around him, he did not resist. He would allow her at least one evening of companionship, It was the least he could do. He knew he could not remain there, He had a quest to complete...
As their throws of passion slowly came to an end, he laid there looking upon her naked form. She reminded him a bit of another woman he once knew. He never really got the chance to tell her goodbye, He wouldn't make the same mistake with this one. Perhaps once his quest was complete he would return here, if he still lived of course. Years ago he had left something near Yew, safely tucked away for a rainy day. As she slept he crept out of the house, gathering a shovel from the barn. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone. She looked frantically for him, tears in her eyes. Upon the table in the kitchen she found it, a large chest with a note laying beside it. She read it quietly, her hand covering her mouth in a mix of sadness and surprise...
"I am sorry.... Me staying here would not be good for either of us. I cannot give you the love that you so desire, and would only be betraying your trust if I said I could. However you and your daughter will always be a soft spot in my heart. I know times have been tough for you... but perhaps this chest might make up for me leaving. Within it you will find five legal bank notes, as well as a few gems I collected in my time of service. The gold is clean and completely yours. I may not be able to be with you but I at least want you to know that I care about you and your daughter. Use it to make this farm a place you are happy to be....."
Forever in your debt, Ash
Either he was the most humble man in the world... or a complete moron. Looking back in the direction of the farm house he stopped a moment.
"Why did I tell them Ash..." He thought to himself.
"If I have to make anymore decisions like that one... It's going to be really hard to focus on what I have to do...."
"....Why is my life such a pain..."
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Post by The Sorcerer on Dec 8, 2013 19:21:00 GMT -5
Moonglow, a city of wizards. He had not traveled much to this part of the world. Around him walked finely dressed men and women, smelling of herbs and sulfur. He had never put much faith in magic. The only users of the art he had known in his life were abusive with their gifts. The city was quite clean, something he was not used to in such large urban areas. He walked along leaning on the wooden staff he carried. Many stopped a paid him a passing glance, his tattered clothing and unkempt beard making him stand out like a sore thumb. He tried his best to keep his profile low, in case "he" was there.
He had arrived in the city early that morning by ship. Stopping there before setting off to Magincia. The next scheduled ship wasn't supposed to be there for a few days, so he figured he may as well look for some work. rumor had it someone capable of pointing him in the right direction resided in the old town of pride. But for now he only thought of a place to stay for the evening and a nice meal. While standing outside the bank he came across a small child. This would not be worth mentioning, except that the child looked starved and dirty.
"Waiting on your parents?" He asked curiously.
"Leave me alone you lousy beggar, My business who I am waiting for" The child responded quite rudely.
This was not the reaction he had expected. The boy looked to be in his early years, perhaps no older than ten summers. From his manner of dress he could only assume the child was of a fairly poor upbringing. Without much time to think, suddenly another child seeming to be much younger came around the corner of the bank. Conversing silently with the other child they both suddenly took off in a sprint out of Moonglow's front gate.
"Stop them! Stop those brats! They took my coin purse! Guards!" a man in fancy clothes yelled frantically as he ran around to the front of the bank.
He looked towards the gate where the two children had run off to. He certainly was no guard and the kids did seem like they could use a bit of coin. "Justice" he thought to himself. What justice could be wrung from those so desperate to eat? Who was he to administer justice to any when his own concept had been twisted once ago. He soon found himself a few days work, under the roof of a local farrier in assisting with the shoeing of horses. Yet another thing he had learned from his days on his parent's farm. The man who hired him was hard of hearing and even harder in the ways of sight. Having someone around who was able to properly line up a horseshoe was a godsend, For him and the customers.
The Farrier gave him the task of going into town and purchasing iron for more shoes. A task he did not realize was as tough as it turned out to be. Moonglow was not well known for it's smiths. Entering the local armorers he was able to convince them to sell some of their iron stock. After making the purchase he left the shop to a rather odd sight. In the distance on the treeline he could see two men in leather armor talking down to a small boy. On closer inspection he could tell that the boy was none other than the child from a few days earlier. Curiously he strolled towards the conversation, able to hear more as he got closer.
"The Boss says you owe us more than that, Now cough it up." One of the thugs spoke.... He felt it a proper moniker given the situation.
"I gave you all I have, Now leave me alone. I don't have anything else" the boy responded cheekily.
"Don't mess with us kid, Now be a good boy and pay up. You owe your dues and we don't mind knocking your little bratty ass around to get em." The other thug spoke with a grin.
The boy suddenly kicked one of the thugs in the shin and quickly turned to run. The second quickly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back roughly.
"Kid's got some fight in him!" The second thug laughed.
"Hold the little shit still, I'm going to cut his fuckin ear off for that!" The first thug spoke as he drew a dagger from his side.
The second thug held the boy tight, grinning as the other stalked forward with a very pissed off look upon his face. He had seen quite enough at this point and slowly walked forward with his staff.
"Gentlemen, is there a problem here?" He spoke curiously.
"Fuck off old man, This isn't your business. Go back to whatever shit hole you crawled out of" The first thug growled.
"Now that isn't very nice, You know I could be your father. Then again I don't remember fucking any pigs in my day..." He responded with a grin, leaning upon his staff.
"Hold him.... I'm going to have to teach this beggar a fucking lesson..." The first thug spoke as he walked towards him.
"Now now.... it was just a joke. Let's not get all up in arms, can't we settle this over a nice cup of tea?" He spoke in return.
The thug quickly darted at him thrusting the dagger towards his face while shouting "Here's your tea you piece of shit!". A loud "thwack" rung out as his quarterstaff slammed into the thugs hand with a sickening "snap". The dagger fell to the ground and the thug gripped his wrist painfully.
"You old fuck! you broke my hand! you broke my damn hand!" The thug cried out in pain, his twisted fingers gripped in pain.
"Sorry, if it's any condolence to your situation though, this is going to hurt a lot more..." He spoke as he swung the staff against the thugs head sending him sprawling across the ground unconscious.
"There... he's much quieter when he's asleep.... more polite too.. such a dirty mouth on that one..." He spoke as he turned to the other thug, who at this point was using the boy more as a shield than a hostage.
"Stay back..... Don't you know who you are messing with?! We're Wayland's men! Do you have any idea what he'll do to you?!" The thug spoke, backpedaling with the boy in terror.
"I don't even know who that is.... But I suppose you can let him know you were beaten up by an "old man"" He retorted as the quarterstaff was shoved forward into the thug's face with a dull thud. blood poured from the thug's now crooked nose as he fell to the ground.
He looked down at the boy who stood there in shock for a moment at the event that just occurred. Then without warning he sprinted away. He sighed heavily looking down at the two men crumpled at his feet.
"Well... better get this iron back. Something tells me I've caused more pain for myself here...."
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Post by The Sorcerer on Dec 15, 2013 0:17:17 GMT -5
It had been two long months since his excursion to moonglow. In his wake he left a battered gang leader and a nameless hero. His arrival in Magincia had been eye opening. No longer the metropolis of wealth he had remembered. His stay in moonglow was a fortunate one however, within it's library he had come across an old book. Following the system of ordering using only the words "Soul" and "Containment" this was the last in the list possessed by The Lycaeum that he even read. The contents astounded him, they spoke of a strange cult of individuals who practiced containing their own kind to strengthen their warriors.
"Souls contained willingly.... I imagine it is no coincidence I came across this" He spoke to himself.
He had come to Magincia seeking someone he knew from his military days. The fact he survived all these years was a testament to his dedication. That or he was extremely lucky. Upon his arrival to the local tavern he looked about till he say a familiar man sitting at a table. Walking over he sat across from him and gave a kind smiles.
"You are looking well Lieutenant Belmont, Finding you after all these years was.... well impossible" He spoke with a grin.
"Lieutenant Blackmont, Considering you were killed in action... Seeing you here is equally impossible. Also please, I do not use that name anymore it was another life. You may call me Paine" Paine replied with a small nod.
"A gift I plan not to squander. Please do not use my name either.... It's funny I have been using the name "Ash" for the past few months.." he replied with a small laugh.
"Wanting to be me now? Cannot say I blame you... i am pretty amazing" Paine returned with a laugh.
"I need to ask you something Paine, I had heard rumor you do much in the area of evil creatures these days. I found a book that details a ritual performed by a Clan of warriors who seem to have shared in your goal" He spoke as he handed over the old book.
"The Drachen Clan? Over the centuries i had heard rumors of them... Demon hunters of some kind, Have to give them credit that is not the easiest field" Paine spoke as he flipped through the book curiously.
"I need to find one of them, I think they could help me in my quest." He spoke as he looked to Paine.
"There was rumour from a few Vampires I slayed years back. Claiming that a group of hunters bearing the symbol of a dragon had been getting in the way of a cult they associated it. It could be coincidence, But it's the best I have. Your only bet in finding them is finding demons and hoping one of them comes to kill it" Paine replied with a sigh glancing at the book again curiously.
"I don't think I am the only one who is involved in all this, I want you to hide that for me. Somewhere no one would think to look for it." he spoke in return, glancing at the book as well.
"There is a place in Tokuno i think it will be just fine in." Paine grinned as he tucked it away. Lifting his black axe from beside his chair Paine quickly tied it to his back and rose to his feet.
"Thank you... Ash- err well Paine. I know you have no priorities to assist someone like me. I imagine my quest will take some time. I promise you my goals are pure." he spoke gratefully.
"It's okay Captain, Like me you simply had a nasty past. I never doubted where your heart was back then and I won't start now." Paine smiled warmly to him.
"Oh... before we part. Shortly after your "Death".... Something occurred with your family. I know you likely already know about it" Paine spoke, his expression quickly shifting.
"...What are you talking about? I have heard nothing of Kara and Simon.... I know they have passed at this point. Please do not tell me something happened to them..." He looked to Paine painfully.
"...They were not found. When news of your death was to be delivered your home was found empty. I am sorry to burden you with this, but it is possible they lived still." Paine spoke trying to reassure him.
"....It is in the past, there is nothing I can do about it.... thank you again Paine...." He spoke solemnly not making eye contact.
"Anytime old friend, now if you will excuse me I have to go help some bard with a memory problem. Take Care!" Paine grinned widely as he exited.
Paine left, leaving him sitting alone at the table. There was much for him to process now, much of which he did not wish to consider. He seemed to be on the trail of something pertinent, But the trail was still rather cold. Still this only pointed him in the direction of one of the items, Not even an item. Judging from what the book had said, This was something contained within a person. The image of death never spoke of whom else was seeking these items, nor for what purpose. But if they warned of such the threat must be there.
Exiting the tavern he strolled to the docks silently. He had once been married and the father of a handsome boy. He had met Kara shortly after his recruitment into Mondain's Army. She was a fiery little redhead with an accent that sent shivers down his spine. She was a blacksmith in Minoc, her attitude alone had won his heart. They had been wed in the summer, their son born a year later. Every day he thought of her, She got him through the battles and bloodshed. He had hoped that she and his son had lived long lives, But he was slain in a time of conflict. The news Paine gave him was troubling, Even if she'd have been dead anyways.
He knew who he had to find now, He just had no way of doing it just yet. Things certainly would have gone better for him... if it wasn't for him.
"...You look like you could use some help..... What if I told you I know how to find a Drachen?" a shadowy figure spoke from behind him...
"...I'd say you have my ear.... who are you?" He turned to face the figure as he spoke.
"In due time......walk with me.... We have to talk about your wife and kids while we are at it....." The figure spoke with a grin, putting his arm over his shoulder. Leading him down an alleyway that to this day, he is not sure he ever should have entered...
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Post by The Sorcerer on Dec 15, 2013 3:49:10 GMT -5
We walk along beside the shadowy figure. The alleyway soon opened up to the forest. the man walked beside him quietly, the silence began to hit a nerve with him.
"What do you know about this Drachen Clan.... and my family... speak before I lose interest in you" he barked loudly.
"...cool down Slade. That is your name right? Lieutenant Slade Blackmont? The overzealous soldier who led an army of seventy men to a victory over two hundred?" The Figure smirked as he spoke.
"....I earned some form of fame in my death?" Slade looked upon the figure curiously.
"No, Just think of me as a big history buff. It will delight you to know that your son, Simon Blackmont did indeed survive." The Figure spoke, quickly changing the subject.
"...However your wife is a different story... They were both taken by a group known as The Cult of Eternity. Your wife was sacrificed for a ritual, Your son managed to escape their grasp and ended up in Minoc." The figure continued emotionlessly.
"...Sacrificed?.. How do you know this? How can you possibly know their fates?!" Slade spoke as he grabbed the figure by his collar.
"...Easy Blackmont, Like I said I know history well.... I've also poked my head in the business of many who do business in the darker side of this world. When I heard that guy say your last name, I knew I could trust you." The Figure responded quickly.
"..Now listen... calm down and hear me out. Years back, here in Magincia. A nobleman by the name of Crowley was killed." The figure continued, keeping eye contact with Slade.
"What does a dead nobleman concern me?" Slade responded in a huff.
"...Just listen. The assassin was reported as being a man with the family name of Drachen. posters were plastered across the city, someone really wanted this guy dead. Officially, a body was brought in by a local hunter, it was burned up pretty badly but was dressed in the same clothes as the assassin. Apparently it also bore the same markings as he was reported having as well." The figure spoke, now seeming to have Slade's attention as he slowly loosened his grip.
"...So the clan does still exist, but if he was killed that leaves me left without a lead yet again.." Slade countered.
"... You didn't let me finish. Like I said, I keep my nose pretty low and know many in the underworld so to say. There was talk going around about someone making this Drachen fellow disappear. Something like that normally comes with a pretty big favor, if this Drachen guy was indeed a demon hunter of some kind I can imagine his skills are something any lowlife or criminal would want in their back pocket." The figure grinned a bit as he finished.
"Then what...? You can ask around a bit and find him?" Slade asked curiously.
"No... you see that is where you come in. I am not out to help you for free. You need to get yourself in good with one of these "families" per say. They don't trust me, they know me. Once you are in their good graces, then I am sure you'll find something on this Drachen guy. Then you can do something for me..." The figure spoke with a small laugh.
"If I am doing all the work how will I owe you anything?" Slade responded with a smirk.
"I can arrange all of your meetings and help give you some credit. Face it, without someone like me you'd just stroll into a bad situation and get yourself killed. Before you can get yourself in good with the big boys you'll have to work your way up. All the ones with the good information are too high class to just let you in like that. Make this deal with me and I'll get you in... That I can promise.." The Figure smiled and held out his hand expectingly.
"I still do not know your name.... Or if you can be trusted.." Slade spoke, hesitating with his hand.
"Just call me Shadow, Plus I am the best lead you have.... risks can be fun.." Shadow said while looking him in the eyes.
"Fine.... we have a deal...." Slade grabbed his hand and shook it as he spoke.
"Good good, I've got a few things that will get some of them keeping an eye on you. You're going to need a disguise though, Otherwise you'll just end up being pursued by all these guys even after you get what you want" Shadow added.
"I'll figure that part out.... just do what you have to..." Slade responded.
And so it began.....
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Post by The Sorcerer on Dec 15, 2013 5:01:40 GMT -5
It had been four long months since he first met "Shadow". Since then it had been one job after the other. He started off simple, guarding a few smuggling vessels. Then moved up to acquiring targets. It wasn't until a job went sour that he was truly noticed. It was supposed to be a simple task, get in and get out with a Britain nobleman. However upon arrival he discovered the man's home to be quite surrounded. Leather clad men stood in waiting outside the manse's walls. The sound of a struggled could be heard past it. Soon two figures were visible on the manse's balcony. One dressed in leather like those outside, the other appeared to be in pajamas. Slade swore he was seeing things... but the leather clad individual was actually being held, sword to the throat by the one in pajamas....
"Put your weapons down! or I will end your leader! Do not test me, I don't take being awoken so rudely so lightly!" The man in pajamas yelled.
The men in leather seemed to look on a bit confused. It occurred to Slade that they likely weren't all that concerned for their associate.
"If you kill him we'll just kill you. You are outnumbered here with nowhere to go. We are just here to complete our mission. The Camorra would have words with you. If you do not like that then maybe you shouldn't have gone back on your deal..." One of the leather clad men spoke.
"You think you will take me so easily?! Once I slit his throat you'll have to come inside to get me. This is MY home, you know as well as I do your numbers will not mean shit here. So you'll just be short a leader and out of lu-" The man roared.... for a little while, till the bolt hit him dead in his throat.
The leather clad men seemed a bit shocked by this. The one held hostage even more so, glancing to each of his men in turn.
".....We don't have an archer..... who the hell did that..?" The lead man asked.
Slade slowly walked from the treeline with his crossbow hanging loosely in his hand, but loaded still. The group of men brought their weapons to the ready. Their leader looked down from the balcony with a smirk.
"That was a hell of a shot..... Fifty meters with a crossbow? Even I am impressed by that....So what now then?" The leader spoke.
"To be fair..... he was really annoying. I was actually here to take him myself. Do not get any wrong ideas, I didn't kill him to save your life, after all judging from the tip of the dagger shining beneath your sleeve there you didn't need help." Slade spoke quite calmly.
"Then.... why did you kill him if you were here to take him...?" The leader tilted his head as he asked.
"....My employer would be pretty pissed off if I let someone else leave with him. I felt it better to handle it this way.... I'm a sore loser what can I say" Slade replied.
"Impressive... if not a bit impulsive. Your employer, wouldn't be a stocky fellow out of Trinsic would he?" The leader asked with a smile.
"He might be, but why spoil a good mystery?" Slade spoke in return.
"Perhaps we might have some work for you.... Who am I addressing?" The leader inquired.
"If you do... then ask whoever you think it is I am working for. He'll let me know. If it's not who you think it is, then next time I'll blow you a kiss before I clean up" Slade spoke as he turned, raising one hand and giving the man the finger as he walked off into the treeline.
"Go speak with Kensington in Trinsic.... if this was his man then have him arrange a meeting. Once we've met with this individual, slit Kensington's throat for good measure. I have a serious issue with being delayed by his level of scum..." The leader spoke to one of his men before leaving with the body.
That job was the last moment of true sanity that Slade could remember. What happened over the next few months would scar him far more than he could have ever imagined. His employer was found dead in his trinsic home, the message found Slade during a stay in Skara.
"To our new friend,
I am afraid your employer Kensington will be unable to help you any longer. However I am very pleased with your work, We discovered records within his home. You've done quite a bit for him, I do hope you two were not close. We are in need of someone outside of our family to handle some dirty work, that which we cannot be connected with. I doubt you are so trusting of us, but I wish to change that. Within this letter I have enclosed a bank note for a hefty sum, compliments of your old employer. If you find this good incentive, then travel to The Shimmering Jewel in Vesper. A list has been prepared for you along with instructions. We can make you a powerful man. Simply request what was left for Kensington"
The letter bore no signature, But Slade already knew who it was from. When he had told Shadow of his encounter and the name the leather clad man used, he was told this might be his big chance. This Camorra was apparently something big, but also something very dangerous. Throwing caution to the wind he decided to just do it, he had died once what was a second time.
Upon his arrival in Vesper he handed a small some of gold to a local beggar.
"I need you to go in the jewelry shop and ask the owner for "The letter left for Kensington" " Slade spoke quickly.
"...For this much gold I'll sing it... sheesh!" The beggar replied in awe.
"....I'll pay you twice that much if you don't..... just meet me at the crossroads to the west once you have it" Slade spoke and shoved more gold in the beggar's hand.
Two hours later the beggar arrived and handed the letter to him. Slade took it and opened it. This was certainly not the best situation for him to have gotten into...
"You are a hell of a shot, I hope you can be more elusive than the night we met you. Three targets for you to deal with, leave no witnesses. You will be paid accordingly for each. On completion of each target, bring proof of it to The Shattered Skull in Skara. Tell the owner that you have a fresh shipment of wurm tongues and they will retrieve our agent for you. if you complete all three of these jobs we will grant you one request of your choice, within reason of course.
Derick Krieg, Yew - has taken up the identity of a Monk named Aberdeen within Empath Abbey. Is a former hitman and quite skilled, we are not so foolish as to try and kill him there. Lure him away if you must, If you kill him within you bear all the consequences.
Jordan Leighton and Alfonse Leighton, Minoc - Former members of The Royal Army, Both were thorns in our sides for many years. Relocated to Minoc when The Army disbanded and had their names changed for protection. They are highly skilled combatants and are always accompanied by guards. This one will be a test of your skill. Kill them both.
Michael Arrowlead, Britain - A bard that works for a nobleman in Nujelm.... He is loose lipped but his music is enjoyed greatly. We are however paid to not end his life. You however are not paid to do anything close to that. Please remove this security risk as quickly as possible. He can normally be found at The Conservatory. Handle him as you must, just remember the consequences are yours.
Once and if you complete these three tasks, we will contact you again to arrange a meeting. do not stray far from Skara."
Slade closed the letter and sighed heavily.
"I better talk to Shadow.... This deal is getting out of hand...."
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Post by The Sorcerer on Dec 16, 2013 18:54:07 GMT -5
The meeting place was decrepit and dark, nature had retaken the old tower ages ago. Slade entered and looked around, the building was littered with decaying leaves and the smell of rotten wood. Within a corner at a table that had no place in the refuse, sat the man he knew as Shadow. The dark clad man gestured with his hand to an empty seat at the table and motioned Slade to sit.
"The list I was given and the tasks they wish of me are... Killing the hit-man and Bard do not bother me, they are criminals. But the two ex Royal Army members... I cannot kill innocent people." Slade spoke as he sat.
"You are going to ruin what could possibly be your only chance, over morals?" Shadow leaned forward as he spoke, cocking a curious brow in his direction.
"I'm out to do good here... if I kill innocent people then how can I justify myself?" Slade responded.
"Perhaps I can help you see things a bit differently. Remember what I told you about your wife and son?" Shadow inquired.
Slade looked to him silently without showing any emotion. Shadow grinned a moment and spoke in a lighthearted manner.
"Always so serious, I told you that this Cult of Eternity got hold of her and sacrificed her. But I never told you that meant she was gone forever. Before you even ask I will explain it." Shadow continued.
"She among many others were used to create a powerful artifact, a gem. After Mondain's defeat the idea of something as powerful as The Gem of Immortality became a goal of many. The idea that someone could corrupt something as powerful as The Sun Ruby into such a thing... Well some began toiling at recreating it. You shared with me your story, how you defied death. After doing some digging I think I may know what it is you are supposed to be preventing.." Shadow looked Slade in the eyes a moment.
"You think someone wishes to recreate The Gem of Immortality somehow, and that my wife was used in such a process?" Slade replied.
"..Yes... how did you guess..?" Shadow responded.
"I doubt you would have mentioned it if it was not pertinent to the conversation at hand...." Slade added.
"Ahh right, Well that is likely why you were chosen. Since you have a connection to this because of your wife. She can be saved Blackmont. The Cult of Eternity managed to create the first step of the Gem. They called it The Crystal of Sorrows, a gem created from a hundred souls. Forged from the spirits of those who lost hope in life, a gem capable of controlling the hearts of those unwilling to fight." Shadow spoke seeming well educated on the subject.
"How is it you know of this object and what became of it? How is it I am able to save her?" Slade responded anxiously, rising from his seat.
"The Cult of Eternity still exists to this day, though they have gone into hiding for the past few hundred years. Now and then some of their members will show themselves in the underbelly of society. I've had the misfortune of meeting a few in my lifetime, Fanatical bunch hellbent on control and Chaos. As for the crystal's fate, A group of adventurers ventured into The Cult's hideout centuries ago. Upon defeating them, they smashed the crystal. Unfortunately the destruction of the artifact had immense fallout. The explosion killed all but two of the adventurers whom sought it out, and the crystal's fragments were scattered across Britannia. It is said that many who have come across these fragments have risen to great power and cruelty. The remaining Cult members went into hiding, biding their time to recover the fragments and continue their work." Shadow spoke darkly.
"Your mission is clear to me. The Cult wants to complete this crystal then corrupt it further. You spoke of needing to find two items. One containing willing souls, the other containing the unwilling. One filled with Righteousness another Darkness. To me your path is obvious, you are to collect these two items and stop the cult from acquiring them.." Shadow finished.
"...You still haven't explained how this effects my wife.." Slade added.
"...My connections in the underworld are vast. I told you before I did not do any of this for you, for free. if the crystal is recreated then your wife's soul can be freed from it, along with all those inside it. Not only would it stop The Cult's plans, I'd have a nice little piece of history to auction off to a collector..." Shadow spoke with a laugh.
"You expect me to hand over a powerful artifact over to you, so you can sell it to some lowlife who might abuse it?" Slade cocked his head in disbelief.
"Oh once cleansed it would be harmless. Besides you are trying to get hold of the two items needed to complete it. You aren't giving those to me anyways. You will be completing your quest and saving your wife as a bonus. All I am getting out of the deal is enough gold to keep me comfortable for the rest of my life. A fair trade for saving the world no?" Shadow replied with a smile.
"I suppose not..... But back on the subject of the list. The two army members, I do not feel right killing them." Slade spoke.
"...Maybe I have a connection that can help with that then. Conveniently they are located in Minoc, more specifically the gypsy camp. Her real name eludes me, but everyone there calls her "Shade". She is a witch skilled in curses and poisons. i warn you now, like me nothing is for free she will make you pay a price for her help." Shadow spoke quickly.
"What kind of price?" Slade replied.
"Who knows, I can say it won't be gold. Shade possesses a poison that can simulate death. if you can coat your weapon with such a poison you could make The Camorra believe you have killed them." Shadow continued.
"They want proof of their death, Surely they'd get suspicious when they are back up and walking around afterward." Slade spoke doubtfully.
"Let me handle that part. Go to Shade when you are ready. You have already said the other two jobs do not bother you, do them and let us get this out of the way. Once this is all done I will have you begin on my part of the bargain." Shadow rose from his chair as he spoke.
The dark clad man exited the ruined tower leaving Slade sitting in contemplation. All of this information at once was much to deal with. Why hadn't he been told of all this when he was given his quest? Did those who granted him life believe he might abuse such knowledge? He could only guess at this point, Shadow had proved to be a great help to him, Though his ammount of knowledge had begun to worry him. But any chance of seeing his wife again was something he simply could not overlook. Selfish or not he had to see her again, even if he was to simply die again once his quest was complete...
"This time.... I will get to say goodbye...."
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Post by The Sorcerer on Dec 16, 2013 23:03:26 GMT -5
Blood dripped from the blade of his sword, the wannabe monk laid sprawled against a yew tree. Slade was not impressed with this so called "Skilled Hit-man". Luring him to the woods was pretty easy, The young woman he paid to flirt with the monk was a bit pricey but more than willing. Looking over The Monk's body he searched for something that might count as "proof". Finding nothing that satisfied him he did what he had to. He placed the monk's severed head withing three burlap bags, to hide anything that might bleed through. Arriving in The Shattered Skull he spoke the appropriate phrase and soon met with a grizzled looking man. The man opened the burlap bags then nodded to Slade, he handed over a pouch of gold and ushered him away.
The next target was as disappointing as he expected it to be. The Bard sat within The Blue Boar harrassing one of the barmaids. The barmaid clearly wanted nothing to do with him and his advances were getting all the more physical. That was when he got the idea. The Bard was quick to anger in his drunken state and badgering him while acting to defend the girl's honor worked like a charm. As the inebriated bard drew a dagger and lunged at him, he responded by "defending himself". Grabbing the Bard's arm and throwing him down onto his own blade. The kick to the back was likely not the best addition, but he had to make sure the blade found home in the Bard's ribcage. He knelt down feigning concern for the Bard, at the same time swiping a large ring off his finger... he had his proof. Upon delivering the ring the Grizzled man scrutinized it heavily. Luckily along with the news of a bard dieing at The Boar, it was proof enough.
Now it was time for Slade to travel to Minoc. Upon arriving at the gypsy camp he was greeted by a few of Minoc's homeless asking for coin. He gladly handed a few over and asked to be shown to the contact Shadow had mentioned. Upon being shown to a tent he stopped a moment. Mostly because he wasn't sure how to knock, and just walking in would be a bit rude..
"Come in then, you must be the Tailour I've been expecting..." a feminine voice came from within the tent.
Slade entered slowly, his nose being greeted by many floral and herbal scents. Around the tent were many plants in pots and beds. in one corner stood a rather scantily dressed woman. Slade could hardly say she was "dressed" at all, her breasts were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her dress. Her dark skin and angled features betrayed her gypsy heritage, her eyes were as green as the vials of poison that littered her tables.
"...I apologize I do not work with cloth. Though I must say I don't think you need anymore clothes... those are quite lovely.." Slade spoke, still taken back by her beauty.
"You are unfamiliar with some terms I see, Do not worry our mutual aquaintence told me of your coming" She spoke as she glided towards him provocatively.
"I was told you could give me a poi-" Slade began but was stopped by the gypsy placing two fingers to his lips.
"Before I give you anything, You must show me what it is you are worthy of in return." She spoke taking his hand in hers.
Slade was unsure how to respond. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers across his palm silently. her eyes twitch beneath her eyelids as looks of concern, pleasure, and anger flashed across her face.
"You have had an eventful life Lieutenant Blackmont. Your hands are stained by blood and your soul tainted by Greed. You wish to do the right thing, thinking it will make up for your past deeds. You seek closure to your life even though that is in essence what death is. You accept your fate without question, even though you couldn't accept death." She spoke gliding her hand from his palm and across his chest seductively.
"The ingredient for the poison is extremely rare and unfortunately the stock I had was taken from me. If you wish for me to make such for you, then you must retrieve it for me." She spoke looking him in the eyes.
"Where will I find it.....?" Slade responded.
"A man that calls himself "Comedy" stole it from me. He came to me one evening a month ago, wishing for me to tell him his future. He did not like what I had to tell him" She spoke quietly.
"..That bad huh? he couldn't accept a bit of bad news?" Slade replied with a chuckle.
"No, his future was promising. I saw happiness, companionship, and family. He was to become part of something great. He was angered because he said his future was not funny enough. So he tore apart my tent and took off with many of my herbs as payment." She responded a bit matter of factly.
"Sounds like a real piece of work, where can I find him?" Slade replied.
"Travel to Avarice, He is residing in a cave there. Be cautious, I sense a great truth awaits you there. When you return I shall take from you my payment and create the poison you desire." She turned as she finished speaking.
Slade was left a little confused by all this, as he exited the tent he wondered what she meant by "a great truth" awaited him. he shrugged and made ready, it wasn't a long trip to Avarice but he had no idea what he might be in store for. The walk there was rather uneventful, a few trolls and ogres. He began to search the many caves around the mountains. The third he checked he seemed to have found what he was looking for.
The inside of the cave was loaded with many crates and chests. Atop one he saw an assortment of plants. Looking around he could not see any sign of whoever was residing there. Slipping in slowly he slinked towards the plants.
"I really should have put a sign on the door that says "no solicitors". Actually I should really get a door first huh?" A voice came from behind.
Slade quickly turned, face to face with a man wearing a smiling theatre mask. The man was rather tall and lanky, but appeared to be in good shape. Assorted weapons appeared to be hanging from his belt.
"I am going to take a wild guess and say you must be Comedy" Slade spoke dryly
"Oho! was that humor in your tone?! Splendid! Yes that would be me and you sir are trespassing!" Comedy spoke with a chuckle.
"I am just here for the plants. Let me leave with them and there doesn't need to be trouble alright?" Slade spoke seriously, placing his hand on the hilt of his blade.
"ugh... Why do I always get the serious ones? Always with the threats and the consequences. Can't you appreciate a good joke?" Comedy replied, placing his hand on his hips expectingly.
"I'm not really the humorous type, sorry." Slade replied plainly.
"Oh well. Listen, when I cut your head off try to smile at least. I hate having to put terrified and sad faces onto pikes." Comedy laughed.
"..I am going to enjoy shutting you up" Slade spoke as he drew his blade.
"Still so serious.... no matter I'll put a smile on your face one way or another." Comedy chuckled as he drew two blades from his side.
Slade looked on a bit surprised. Comedy stood posed in a fighting stance he had never seen before, more the stance of a dancer than a warrior. Though unorthadox. the man stood steady and the look in his eyes through that mask that could only be described as terrifying. He suddenly darted forward blades in hand, only one thought went through Slade's mind.
"....Seems like I finally won't be disappointed.."
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Post by The Sorcerer on Dec 17, 2013 16:35:59 GMT -5
Blades clashed like the gnashing of teeth, sparks flew as metal collided violently. The masked man's form was unpredictable and focused, it took all Slade had to defend against the whirlwind of steel that was his opponent. There appeared to be no better in this battle, neither man able to penetrate the defenses of the other.
"Impressive! You are doing very well, but remember the pointy end is supposed to go in me!" Comedy laughed as his onslaught continued.
"We're getting to that part! Why don't you lay down your swords so I can get it over with!" Slade retorted, his slashes being met in kind by Comedy's dual swords.
"So you do have a sense of humor after all! But still such a scowl on that face of yours, Smile it is almost over!" Comedy laughed.
Slade dove backwards suddenly with a smirk. He quickly drew his crossbow with his free hand and pointed it towards the face of his opponent.
"You are right, Sorry if this isn't very fair. Smile!" Slade yelled as he let loose the bolt.
To his shock Comedy twirled his two swords and sliced the bolt in half mid flight, moments before it would have struck his face. He quickly got into a defensive stance just looking on in awe.
"Not very fair for you maybe. Why so surprised? I would not live so long if something as simple as a pointy shooty thing could end me. Cheer up, I will make you smile if I have to carve it onto your face.." Comedy chuckled as he charged forward once again.
The battle raged on once again, This time however Slade could feel himself losing his footing. He never expected an opponent like this one, What had appeared to be a common thief had in reality turned out to be a skilled warrior. Their blades collided repeatedly, slashes began to skim Slade's sides and arms. Suddenly with a loud snap, his blade crumpled under the impact of the two swords. Slade fell backwards into a sitting position, the remnants of his shattered blade landing beside him. Comedy stalked forward giggling beneath the mask.
"Looks like I broke your knife, also your spirit. You know you shouldn't be too concerned, life after all is a big joke. You just have to sit back and wait for the punchline, then laugh." Comedy spoke in a more sinister tone now.
"I don't see anything funny about any of this. So quit your damn babbling and end me if that is what you want.." Slade barked, rising to his feet.
"WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN SERIOUS ALL THE TIME!?!?, Can't you even understand how pointless life is! You are born then you die! Everything inbetween is meaningless and simply filler till the inevitable fate that awaits us all! Why Take it seriously!? In the end you are just going to die anyways!" Comedy spoke, seeming to snap mentally.
"I pity you, for whatever happened to you to make you think that way. I'll be fair here though, I'll at least leave you with a joke before you run me through" Slade spoke dusting his tunic off.
"A joke? Oh this I have to hear... Can Mr Serious actually be funny? I must say killing you after you make me laugh will be much more entertaining..." Comedy chuckled.
"Yeah.... I bet. Well here goes. How do you make a murderer into a priest?" Slade asked.
".....I give up, How do you do it?" Comedy chuckled as he stalked forward blades gripped tightly in his hands.
Comedy raised his swords ready to bring them down onto Slade's neck as he waited for the punchline.
"Well? hurry it up so I can unalive you..." Comedy snickered.
"....Oh.... well it's simple. You make them "Holy" " Slade spoke as he suddenly kicked Comedy square in the crotch. he quickly tucks something into Comedy's weapon belt and dove to the side as the masked man regained his composure.
"....Ugh... that was horrible.. a bad joke and kicking a man in his jewels? Now I definitely cannot let you li-" Comedy's rant was quickly silenced as a large bang filled the cave.
The masked man flew backwards as the explosion potion that was tucked into his belt exploded. scraps of leather and flesh filled the air as he landed on his back in the center of the cavern. He laid there a moment silently, a huge chunk of his torso blown open exposing the vital organs beneath. faintly a small chuckle began to come from beneath Comedy's mask, slowly growing to a gurgling laugh.
"....I get it now.... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA AHHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!" Comedy roared with pained laughter, blood pouring from beneath the mask.
Slade walked toward the downed man a bit shocked. He looked down upon what he could only say was a maniac.
"....Oh... oh..... tell me, who are you? Come now do not be shy, I won't survive this. Tell me at least who has given me my life's punchline.." Comedy gurgled beneath his mask.
"...My name is Slade Blackmont.. And who are you?" Slade queried.
The masked man looked up at him silently. his eyes seemed to be surprised in some way. suddenly he began laughing again, this time in a more sinister tone.
"What is so damn funny? are you going to tell me who you are?" Slade reponded a bit angrily.
"..... Still so damn serious......so damn serious..... Why aren't you like me?" Comedy sputtered.
"Because crazy doesn't run in my bloodline, sorry" Slade replied with a scoff.
"....If you say so.... want to know my name.... fine. I was named after my grandfather, I am Slade Blackmont... though I guess I have to use "the second" huh?" Comedy coughed violantly in a laugh and suddenly fell silent as the last breath of life emerged from him.
Slade looked down at the man at his feet. he couldn't move and he certainly couldn't believe that. He quickly dropped to his knees and reached for the mask on the man's face. He hesitated, unable to bring himself to remove it. This man couldn't be.... this had to be one final joke. He grabbed hold of the mask and removed it from the man. What he saw curdled his blood. The man's eyes, in them he saw his son. The shape of the face.... it was like his...the white hair as well. Looking to the man's neck he saw it. Reaching down he pulled free a necklace. A raven carved from pure blackrock..... The Blackmont Coat of arms. This had been a necklace that Slade had given his son Simon before he had died in battle. He fell back onto his ass upon the cave floor. He put the necklace around his own neck silently. He looked upon the plants he had been sent to recover and a realization entered his mind...
"She knew who I was from reading my palm........ She knew exactly who she was sending me to kill......."
Slade picked up the two blades laying upon the ground. Something in the back of his head began to nag at him. he lifted the mask and looked at it.
"Put me on......"
"Make em laugh...... make em laugh...."
"She knew....."
"Blood is thicker..... We were used..."
Slade shook his head and tucked the mask into his belt. She set this up, she used him to kill his own family. She was going to pay for this, one way or another. He grabbed the plants and began his trek back to Minoc....
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Post by The Sorcerer on Dec 17, 2013 17:16:55 GMT -5
He entered the tent slowly, setting the plants upon a table. He looked over to the gypsy woman who stared back at him coldly. a mix of anger and sadness filled him, But something still nagged at him in the back of his head.
"She knew.... kill her"
"Put me on.... we can make the pain go away..."
Slade shook his head as the gypsy spoke.
"I take it you know now who it was you encountered..." Shade spoke solemnly.
"Why...... why did you not tell me.... you knew the whole time.... WHY?!" Slade roared at the gypsy angrily.
"It would have changed nothing, You saw what he was like. You now saw the fate of your own family." Shade responded coldly.
"I could have helped him! I didn't need to kill him! If I had known before going there... I could have done something! You tricked me into killing my own flesh and blood!" Slade cried out slamming his fist onto the table.
"Do you have any idea WHO your family was, Blackmont?" Shade began.
"We were simple farmers! That is all!" Slade responded.
"Simple farmers with a coat of arms? How naive are you? Do you know nothing of what your family did in the days before Mondain? How they earned the name "Blackmont"?" Shade continued.
"Blackrock has been a source of great power and conflict in this world for many centuries. There was once a family who owned land and were infamous for it's production. They mined this dark substance and sold it to those willing to pay for it. They called their home "Black Mountain", they were born and raised on this place. For many decades they were simply known as "Those of The Black Mountain". Until their named was simplified to The Blackmont." Shade spoke emotionlessly.
"My parents were FARMERS, They never touched blackrock. They never did anything wrong. What does my FAMILY have to do with ANY of this?" Slade replied quickly.
"Generation after generation born in a place with so much of that black stone, do you not think it wouldn't have any effect? No your parents never touched it, but your ancestors for many generations did. Within your blood itself lies the infection, your bloodline is tainted with it. It corrupted your son, and his as well." Shade spoke more aggressively.
"Then why did it never corrupt me?! If it is indeed in my bloodline then it should be more diluted with each generation. If they were corrupted then why wasn't I?!" Slade added swiftly.
"Only in the presence of the substance will you begin to lose yourself. Once it begins, it cannot be stopped" Shade spoke.
Slade reached up and touched the necklace he had placed around his neck. It was then that he had realized.
".....It was my own fault... I caused all of this. Without even thinking, by giving something so simple as a gift.." Slade spoke quietly and sadly.
"You did not realize. You cannot be held at fault for it. You have paid the price owed. You have learned a great truth and we are now even. I shall make the poison for you" Shade spoke bowing her head respectfully.
A loud "shink" filled the tent. Shade's eyes widened as blood poured onto the ground. She slowly looked up to the man who's blade was now through her torso. He looked into her eyes emotionlessly.
"You are right..... I cannot be held at fault. You however can be.... I never asked you to teach me a lesson." Slade spoke as a grin slowly began to form across his face.
He twisted the blade suddenly, bringing a gasp of pain from the gypsy's lips. He released a small chuckle and gave her a more sinister glance.
"Yes! Show her!"
"This is truth! this is the only truth!"
"..Make her understand.."
"I won't be needing that poison after all. But thank you for making me finally realize..." Slade spoke as he pulled his blade free of the gypsy and allowing her to collapse onto the ground.
Slade casually secured the blade back to his side and removed the smiling mask from his belt. He looked at it and smiled wickedly. He looked down at the gypsy as she drew her last breaths. He slowly put the mask on, breathing in deeply as he did.
"...Life is a joke.... and I am the punchline"
THE END?
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