CHAPTER 2
Renas' vessels, created several landmarks which symbolize Renas' elements. They called them Renassian grounds. These grounds kept humans from doing bad things and protected them against evil spirits. They are located in different places across the world. Renas' Temple in Cowen Marsh, Fhannel's Monastery in Riode, Catacomb of Heroes and Garden of Heroes in the Hero's lane. They are the Renassian grounds. Humans and Renas' vessels themselves, took care of those grounds, for if they are damaged, the world will shatter.
The grounds themselves, offered Renas' vessels power, for they are the one who created them. Although they provide such power, Renas' vessels must keep them in control. They could be the protector of all mankind, but at the same time, inappropriate use of the grounds can obliterate humans themselves.
It is a warning that Renas' vessels had to have self-control in them, so they will not use the grounds' powers for wrong doings. However, Falcon, the assassin, discovered something evil behind each of the grounds. He is after all, the eyes, which Renas has blessed him the time he accepted to be a vessel. He could see things in the way ordinary people couldn't, even the other vessel. He saw something dark yet so powerful behind each grounds, it was then he started to… defect. Just like what Renas has warned.
Falcon was not alone. It was not just the assassins against the world. Some clerics, who thought the same as him, followed him and their mindsets began to change. They no longer heal or bless people, they curse people. And instead of resurrecting fallen warriors, they resurrect dark spirits, living dead, and they even summon hellish creatures from the grounds' power themselves. They no longer be called as clerics, they are the necromancers. They are the master of dark spells.
First, the necromancers summoned Manelloth, from the Catacomb of Heroes in the Hero's lane. He looked like a fallen sorcerer who carried a staff that glowed with dark energy. He can cast deadly lightning strikes and an approaching darkness. He ate souls from humans. He used them as a fuel for his magic.
Second, the necromancers summoned Garden Master, from the Garden of Heroes, still in the Hero's lane. It looked like a serpent with two big hands. It has a sharp root that functioned as its tails that it used to absorb living energy from the ground. The side of its face is covered with gigantic orange petals which are used as its defense. It can burst greenish liquid which is poisonous to humans. It eliminated plants across the Hero's lane until there was none of them left. Farmers in the Hero's lane went bankrupt and eventually, they died.
Third, the necromancers summoned Merinsha, from Fhannel's Monastery in Riode. She looked like a normal lady with blond hair and a beautiful face, but she is a false saint. She carried a golden staff on her right hand. She can cast heavenly shots and teleport from one place to another. Together with her guardian, Neipus, she mislead people with her false words and brought humans to eternal destruction.
The last one, the most difficult one to be summoned, yet it is the strongest one. The necromancers summoned, Dark Veilnus. This one is extremely dangerous and powerful, even the strongest warrior couldn't beat him alone. He took form in an enormous statue that carried a giant temple pillar. He doesn't cast spells or magic, he instead uses spins and slams with his pillar to incapacitate warriors that are fighting him. He looked like a man with a simple Greek outfit, but he is not entirely man. He is half man, half goat with two horns on his head.
These creatures brought nothing but destructions. They destroyed hope and seemed to be impossible to be defeated. Seeing that, Renas' other vessels, Enelis, Villya, Xevian, and Shiverus didn't stay still. They had to do something before the creatures turn the world upside-down.
Since defeating them would be impossible, the vessels decided to sacrifice themselves. Enelis went to Fhannel's Monastery, Xevian went to Renas' temple, Shiverus went to the Catacomb of Heroes and Villya went to the Garden of Heroes. On different Renassian grounds they cried and prayed.
After done praying, they held their weapons in front of them. They closed their eyes, somehow telling each other a soft goodbye. Then they broke their weapons. Lights were coming out from the broken weapons. They pursued the creatures from each ground and sealed them together with the vessels' souls. The lights then turn each ground into places where humans shall not enter and damage them anymore. It is what we know now as, dungeons.
The vessels did not die in vain. They saved humans from eternal destruction. Necromancers who entered the dungeons to release the creatures would eventually die because of the battles against mobs.
Realizing he could not gain such power anymore, Falcon disappeared. He remained unseen until now, but his followers, the assassins, still live. Together with the necromancers, they avenge their leader by assassinating people who they believe to be the followers of the other vessels. Until now, they still think on how to release the creatures once more.
"Rendel history, chapter two." Phrimmolia said as she closed the book. The book was old and thick, it was after all, a history book. Writings that record humans' history.
"Do I really have to study all this?" She mumbledo as she looked at how thick the book was, "This could take forever…"
Phrimmolia is a young girl with a potential of becoming a cleric. She has a short blond hair and peach-colored skin. She has a pair of beautiful emerald green eyes. She has been studying in a cleric academy in Rietz for about 10 years.
"It's your own choice to join the test Phrim, you signed it up yourself without heeding my words," Likron said as he chuckled, "I told you that you're not ready for the test yet."
"Bite your tounge Likron! I am perfectly ready for this…" Phrimmolia replied cockily. She reopened the book again and started reading, showing Likron her learning spirit.
"Well, good luck for you then. I'm heading back to the church okay." Likron said as he straightened from his leaning position against a tree and walked away from the river bank. That paladin left Phrimmolia alone because he thought maybe she needed more space.
Paladin is a title given to brave warriors whose heart are genuine to stand for churches and holy places across the world, guarding them from persisting dangers. They usually are the followers of Xevian, the beserker or Villya, the defender.
Likron himself, is a follower of Xevian. He carried a greatsword on his back almost everytime, just in case he needed to protect someone or something. He is tall and strong, exactly what a beserker suppose to look like.
Likron and Phrimmolia have been best friends since they joined the church the first time. They were around five years old back then. They studied the same major, Renassian culture, until they were 10 years old. They had to picked different major ever since. Likron studied the art of beserker while Phrimmolia studied the art of cleric.
Likron has walked away from the river back to the city. Phrimmolia could not see him anymore. She didn't follow him though. She stayed there for a while, staring at the flowing water in front of her which made a peaceful sound. It always clear her mind, since clerics have to have calm mind even in combats.
A breezing wind blew. It gently spoiled Phrimmolia, and silently telling her that autumn was coming. Phrimmolia smiled.
"Autumn huh? Better be ready with broom sticks." She murmured. She stood up and turned around. She headed back to the church, following Likron whose body is nowhere to be seen anymore.