I turned back once, just to survey the damage I had caused to the guild. Once again, it burns. And this time, it shall burn to the ground.
I walked to the statue that pointed nowhere. I noticed Bowerstone to my right. Bowerstone would make a good target. And an easy one. The villagers were unarmed, and the gaurds weren't a big problem. All I would have to do is bend a few of the gaurds will, and then Bowerston would fall. I decided that this was the easiest solution, and I set off to purify Bowerstone by means of fire. I walked straight up to the gate, and one of the gaurds eyed me. "Hey," said he. "You're that Necromancer, aren't ya? Yes, I knew it to be you. Well, listen. I have been told to refuse entry to you, from the lady Gray herself. Find a new town." This little show angered me. "My name is not Necromancer..." I said. "My name is Jack of Blades!" When the gaurd realized the mask on my face, and that I really was the almighty Jack of Blades, he began to step backwards, but he wasn't fast enough to stop my blade skewering the top half of his skull from the bottom. It was a clean wound, and no doubt the gaurd hadn't even realized he was about to die. I climbed up the ladder to the top of the wall surrounding Bowerstone. I grabbed my Bow of Skorm, and notched an arrow. I sighted a young little brat, he was only about six years of age. Perfect to test my archery skills on. I let the arrow fly, and it pierced the ear, went through the skull, and stopped on the way out.
I raised my voice so that every man, woman, and child in Bowerstone would hear me. "Welcome," I shouted. My voice reverberated inside the people's brains. "I am Jack of Blades! And I am here to welcome you to your doom! Good day!" After my speech I jumped off the ramparts, with the Sword of Aeons in my hand. As I landed, I cleaved a male villager in half. Another dozen villagers were in striking distance, so I destroyed them. With every kill, my mask absorbed more and more and I became more and more powerful. Soon, I would be powerful enough that the spell protecting the town from will would no longer concern me. I continued my slaughter, with sword and bow. At last, the gaurds came 'round. I pulled the bow as far back as I could, with an arrow already in place, and I let fly towards one of the many Bowerstone sworn protectors. My arrow went straight through the chest of one gaurd, and continued through the breast of a young woman, until it finally buried itself in an oak tree, which grew a large crack where the arrow had hit. In the time that I had averted my attention to kill those few, the gaurds of Bowerstone were already upon me. I skewered many of them in half, to see the top half scream in pain as they fell to the ground. Again, their souls were sucked in by my mask.
By now, my power was incredible, I could definitely use my will without regards to the protective barrier of magic. I concentrated, and suddenly a legion of the past slain gaurds rised up from a crevace and joined my cause of the destruction of Bowerstone. The summoned gaurds attacked with demonic fury, killing the oppostition and mainly destracting the gaurds from me as a threat. Using this to my advantage, I summoned a few bandits, which I soon ordered to torch the houses. Soon, all of Bowerstone was in flames, and the scream of many peirced the air. Using my will, I sealed all the doors to the flaming houses, leaving the only exit from a window, in which my bandits were ready to slice to peices. Many stayed in the houses, and were burnt to the ground along with their children. After I had destroyed all of the houses, I ran up to the gate protecting North Bowerstone. As souls were absorbed into my mask, I focused on the door, seeing it blown to a thousand peices. With my iron concentration, soon my vision came true. The door's splinters flew everywhere, and a particularly large fragment landed itself in the chest of a previously unknown attacker.
I ran through the grass of Bowersone North, as gaurds tryed to stab me from left and right. I went up the path to Lady Gray's Mansion. There were twenty gaurds at the foot of the staircase, so I leapt and landed with a kick that destroyed the door. In the main hall there were several more gaurds, I had to do something if I were to make it through. I concentrated, and soon time had halted. I ran through, and stopped a foot away from Lady Gray, who was writing on her desk. I tapped on her shoulder, and soon she turned around in slow motion, and the look of terror was written on her face as I grabbed her by the neck, and crushed her windpipe. Time went back to it's normal speed, and there were soon several horror-ridden gaurds in the doorframe to the bedroom. I turned around, with Lady Gray's soul already a part of me and planned to enflame my enemies.
But suddenly... I lost control of my body. I had a spasmatic attack and I landed on the floor, grinding in an attempt to regain control of my body. This is not your body, Jack; a voice inside my head spoke. This is my body. MINE! The gaurds hadn't attacked yet, they looked at me on the floor to see if I would finish myself off. Then suddenly there were more voices, voices of those I had slain, I had killed mercilessly... and then, I felt a spark of fury rise in me, and that is all that took, for soon that spark was a flame, and I had control. Speaking of flames, the entire manor was in flames. I decided that I would have to leave now, or never, and I chose now. I teleported to Barrow Feilds and collapsed a few feet from the cullis gate. I lay there, limp, and drained of energy from the last battle I had fought within myself. I knew that I had to somehow find a way to get the mask off of me. It's curse was more powerful than I had ever planned. "Ah, but Jack," said a menacing voice. "You cannot take off the mask. You planned it that way, remember?"
And I knew that voice was right. And with that reminder in me, I plotted my next attack. This time, Oakvale and the Barrow Feilds would become acqainted with my wrath.
And with that thought in my mind, I all but forgot about the threat of my mask.