Ivak was out hunting, but his thoughts where elsewhere, he was thinking of
a fair lady, his wife, Litany he could still remember her arousing looks.
That beautiful blond hair, her shiny blue eyes, and above all, her smile.
It was a cold October night. They had settled in a cottage, not far from
the rogue monastery. He was returning, his backpack full of Quill rats,
ready to be roasted. The sky above was dark and stars began to shine in the
sky.
There was a strange glow coming from the direction of his house. He started running towards, the house, breaking past the limit between forest and the house perimeter. The house was in flame. He quickly rushed towards the house. As he ran he noticed a throng of Fallen where raiding the house. Then he heard a great cry of anguish. It broke his heart. His senses became blurred. Red, red.. red all he saw was red. Pain, anger, and hate, invaded his spirit. The fallen approached to attack him. His heart and soul was masked, by a blind and frenzied rage. They came, but he pushed them back, unrelentless in his assault, he carried on. Slash, bite, kick, stab, blood quickly covered his sword, and f Ivak as well. He did not know how long he fought, but all that remained, was him, and many a Fallen corpses.
He rushed into the house, his rage blinding him from the pain the flames inflicted upon him. He looked for what his heart knew was there, but would never admit to himself. There on the floor, right above the kitchen, was Litany, a sword protruding through her rib cage. A small pool of blood was accumulating on the floor. He dragged her body outside. His heart shattered. All sorts of emotions invaded him. He stood there, guarding her body. He wept all through the night. Sooner or later, he simply well asleep sapped of all energies.
He woke up as if a jolt of lightning had entered through his veins. It wasn't the first time this nightmare had troubled his dreams. His brown hair was about as tame as a lion, his round face, drenched in sweat. He longed for Litany, wanted the time lost between them to return. That is why his search had lead him here, he reminded himself. The Nokozan Relic is told to have special powers over the dead. It was told that in ancient times, the possessor of the relic could return the dead from where they came. His reason for finding it, as selfish as it was, was something he desired, craved to an extent of no return. He had to find it.
He quickly dressed up and took the map out of his pocket. The drunkard writing was no wonder, but he was able to figure out where he was going. He strolled onto the streets, the light blinding his eyes momentarily. It was bustling with merchants trying to sell their wears, and citizen's looking for deals. Larzuk, the local blacksmith, quickly repaired Ivak's equipment. Ivak bought some provisions for his quest. He slowly walked towards the gates. The guards gave him that "okay" sign to pass through, and Ivak was on his way to find the Relic.
There was a strange glow coming from the direction of his house. He started running towards, the house, breaking past the limit between forest and the house perimeter. The house was in flame. He quickly rushed towards the house. As he ran he noticed a throng of Fallen where raiding the house. Then he heard a great cry of anguish. It broke his heart. His senses became blurred. Red, red.. red all he saw was red. Pain, anger, and hate, invaded his spirit. The fallen approached to attack him. His heart and soul was masked, by a blind and frenzied rage. They came, but he pushed them back, unrelentless in his assault, he carried on. Slash, bite, kick, stab, blood quickly covered his sword, and f Ivak as well. He did not know how long he fought, but all that remained, was him, and many a Fallen corpses.
He rushed into the house, his rage blinding him from the pain the flames inflicted upon him. He looked for what his heart knew was there, but would never admit to himself. There on the floor, right above the kitchen, was Litany, a sword protruding through her rib cage. A small pool of blood was accumulating on the floor. He dragged her body outside. His heart shattered. All sorts of emotions invaded him. He stood there, guarding her body. He wept all through the night. Sooner or later, he simply well asleep sapped of all energies.
He woke up as if a jolt of lightning had entered through his veins. It wasn't the first time this nightmare had troubled his dreams. His brown hair was about as tame as a lion, his round face, drenched in sweat. He longed for Litany, wanted the time lost between them to return. That is why his search had lead him here, he reminded himself. The Nokozan Relic is told to have special powers over the dead. It was told that in ancient times, the possessor of the relic could return the dead from where they came. His reason for finding it, as selfish as it was, was something he desired, craved to an extent of no return. He had to find it.
He quickly dressed up and took the map out of his pocket. The drunkard writing was no wonder, but he was able to figure out where he was going. He strolled onto the streets, the light blinding his eyes momentarily. It was bustling with merchants trying to sell their wears, and citizen's looking for deals. Larzuk, the local blacksmith, quickly repaired Ivak's equipment. Ivak bought some provisions for his quest. He slowly walked towards the gates. The guards gave him that "okay" sign to pass through, and Ivak was on his way to find the Relic.
