Location: Stormguard Keep
Snow drifts down onto the cold stone road of Stormguard Keep. Outside the main gate two guards conversed
"Brrr its mighty cold out."
"Ay but we still have to guard the gate…."
"Ya while they get to sit inside by warm cozy fireplaces."
"Well theirs not much we can do about it though."
The two guards continue conversing while a black horse clatters slowly up the stone road a figure in a black robe is slumped forward on it.
"Halt sir!" Orders one of the guards at the gate. The figure straightens up a hood covering their features.
"And what is your business here at Stormguard sir?" Questioned one of the two guards.
"The fountain." Replies the figure in a dark voice. "And you will do nothing to stop me." Both the guards draw their swords. "Were going to have to ask you to leave sir!"
"I said you won't stop ME!" The two guards swords clatter to the stone road gasping and grabbing towards there throats almost as if they were trying to pull away an invisible hand that cutting off their air. The figure waves a hand and the Iron Gate in front of the figure rises up the chains clanking. The horse strides forward the gate slamming onto the ground behind it. The two guards falling down moments after there bodies slowly covered in snow
Inside Stormguard Keep
"Ya know I kind of feel sorry for those two they have to sit out there in the cold….."
"Oh well sucks to be them."
Another pair of guards are conversing inside the large doors on the inside of the castle. A word is heard muttered and suddenly the doors burst open and splatter the guards like rotten apples thrown against a wall. Blood drips from the wall and the figure on the horse stride in. The dark figure dismounts the horse and with a quick pace walks forward guards are surprised with this figure striding through like he owns the place and quickly they surround him.
"How did you get in here!" questions one of them.
The figure then reaches into their cloak and rips out a broad sword and charges towards the guard directly in front of him and slices down the sword panging on the brick ground. The guard falls down…in two halves. The guards curse and charge at him swinging there swords and holding there shields high. The figure with lightning quick reflexes leaps above the group causing several of them to injure each other. The figure while in midair slashes his sword down a large cut of darkness flying down and exploding on impact killing five. The remaining three try to flee but are each caught with a spell crushing there wind pipes. The figure places their broad sword back into a slot in their cloak. Straitening the hood the figure continues forward.
Deeper in the corridors of Stormguard Keep
Bodies litter the ground no one spared most are clutching at there throats or are sliced cleanly in two. A few of them there skulls exploded from the inside. The figure obviously nearing their goal walks slower then before watching for signs of traps. The figure then reaches a large door with a lock the size of a babe. The figure nears it and examines it then with a snap of their fingers the lock clicks and the door opens slowly and the figure strides forward into the chamber where in a glowing light a fountain sits gurgling water fourth. Four guards rush towards the figure only to stop dead in there tracks as their helmets cave in on there heads. The guards scream for only moments before silence returns. The figure walks slowly towards the fountain pausing a moment looking around then steps to the fountain drawing a small cup the figure passes it through the crystal clear water. The water shimmers in the cup the figure then pauses' praising the moment then brings the cup to their lips and gulps it down slowly. Then without a seconds notice a fireball blasts into the figure burning it to shreds.
A female mage approaches the burning cloak nudging it with her foot. And with a sudden crash, the figure drops from above. The figure was male probly 6'1 with broad shoulders and a set of well-polished black armor. Large shoulder pads with sharp dragon shaped teeth on them and the feet shaped like those of a dragon spiked at the end to resemble claws. The armor also had clawed ended gauntlets several spikes also showed up along the armor two opening slits were on the back but to top it all off the helmet resembled a dragons head the mouth the opening revealing the lower half of the mans face. Jagged teeth covered the opening. The figured growled and from an also black armor sheath removed the broad sword, blood splotches on it. The handle was pitch black along with the rest of the sword. The sword was designed by elven craft making it beautiful in an evil sort of way. With a charge the figure slices twice the female mage is motionless for moments. A grin spreads across his face and he snaps his fingers returning his cloak to normal. Then he pulls the wine-sacks from the dead guards and fills them up with the water. Turning his back to the fountain the figure begins striding away then pauses and returns to the water. He then removes the hood of the cloak and remove his helmet long white hair flowing down his back. The figures face had an elven shape to it, He had strong features from muscle his face clean and stubble less, and He also had a strong jaw and a straight medium lengethed nose. White eye brows sat upon eyes that were not human with slitted pupils that were purple the rest of the eye was black. The eyes seemed to posses' limitless knowledge and staring into them would draw you into it. He dipped his face close and for several minutes drank the fountains mystic waters. Pulling his head back, the ends of his hair wet from the water dripped onto the ground with little noise. He leaned his head back and smiled at the ceiling revealing that some teeth were sharpened into points, almost like that of a vampire. His hair fluttered back and with a snap of his fingers his hair floated back up as his helmet retook its place upon his head completing the armor once again and returned his hood back up. He strolled back to the castle entrance without event and re-mounted his horse which without command turned around and with a breakneck speed fled out the door and down the road the cloak flowing behind it.
Nearby town of Drekford
The man in the midnight black armor and matching cloak stood by his horse in an alley by a house. Another person in a brown cloak turns from the street and walks down the alley towards him.
"I'm surprised you made it back in one piece." Remarked the one in the brown cloak.
"Don't doubt my abilities…." Came his reply.
"I Didn't, otherwise I wouldn't have hired you. Now then do you have the item I asked for?"
"More then you asked for…"
"Well where is it!"
"Keep your voice down Yuri." Commanded the black cloaked figure "First you show me the money."
"Of course" Replied the man named Yuri, who digs through his cloak and pulls out a bag that is nearly bursting at the seams with crimson rubies.
"As you asked 160 blood rubies in other words, a small fortune."
"Good. Now then for the souls." The man in the black cloak swings around and from a bag pulls out two wine sacks that were earlier filled with the water from the fountain. "Here it is, four lbs of the fountains water."
Yuri greedily grabs the wine sacks and stuffs them in his cloak. Afterwards he hands the rubies to the black cloaked figure.
"It was nice doing business...But I gotta know whats your real name?"
"My real name is for others the one everyone else calls me by is Gestort...or The Disturbed"
With those last words he leaps onto the back of his horse and leads it out of the alley and disappears from the town.