Disciple of Evil
When the gang arrived at Bakku, they heard a troubling rumor. Someone had stolen the key to the back door of the Tower of Light. Rumor had it that he was an old man with a very long white beard. He was holed up in the top of the tower, performing some kind of weird ritual.
"No one is able to get to the town of Linze without that key," said the owner of the item shop, "It's a real drag, we can't trade goods with them anymore."
"Why doesn't anybody just go there and smack that old man around?" inquired Ihrie.
The man replied, "Well, he's some sort of powerful mage, and frankly, we're all too scared to fight. This guy's powerful enough to blow us all to Hell and back with one spell."
Rasha looked at the shopkeeper. "We're not afraid of some crazy old magician. We'll go and get back the key for you. He's definitely no more powerful than any of the other enemies we've faced on our journey. Besides, there's no other way for us to get to Linze other than blow up a mountain."
The shopkeeper thought the girl was a little mad. Many of the rumors about the old mage said he was summoning demons in that tower. How could a group of five mere mortals stand up to a man with an army of monsters and demons at his immediate disposal? He told her that flat out.
"Demons don't scare me," Rasha stated, "We're going, and there's nothing you can say to convince us otherwise. They're no match for the power of my magic, and my companions' swords."
"You're bragging again Rasha," Migel mumbled. She responded by knocking him to the floor with her foot again. While waiting for him to recover, the others brought the necessary supplies for the trip.
Lyle told the man, "We'll be alright. Something tells me there's more to this than just demon summoning. It could be like what happened in Belgen. Is there anyone missing from town?"
The man shrugged. "Nope, none that I know of. I've heard that this guy's so powerful that his own energy can suffice for large summoning spells. I'm telling you, you're all fools for going."
But no one listened to his sage advice. They just spent the night at the inn, and waited for morning to continue. After a large breakfast, the group left town and headed north. Soon, they arrived at the Tower of Light, and went inside through the front door.
* * *
Like with all of the other towers they'd encountered, this one was very tall. Migel was carrying little Fam on his back, only because Ihrie and Rasha had gotten tired of her whining about how tired she was, and they'd forced him to help out. He was muttering the whole way about extra weight.
"Stop you're complaining Migel," demanded Rasha, "She's not that heavy."
'You try carrying her up all of these stairs, and then say the same,' he thought.
After what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at the top floor. There, they saw an old sorcerer. He was bald, with a long white beard, and he had on golden robes. His arms were outstretched towards the sky, and he was mumbling some words in a long forgotten language.
Lyle yelled, "Fiend, stop right there! For what reason have you stolen the key to this tower? Why are you chanting like that? What foul demon do you hope to bring into this world with that power?"
He turned towards Lyle. "Well, well, well, what have we here? Some meddling brats, come to spoil my fun. You though boy, there's something about you. But no matter what it is, there's nothing you can do to stop this. Ramion will return to life, to bring Terror to the world once more."
"Ramion!?" exclaimed Ihrie, "You're going to revive the Sinistrael Ramion!? Are you insane?"
"Maybe, but that doesn't concern me. The only thing that is any need for me is to bring my master back to life. If you interfere, you will die," he stated.
Rasha remembered what Raider had told her in the cave, and shivered. Humans really were selling their souls to the Sinistraels, and bringing about the end of the world. All so they would be safe. They never thought that someone who would be able to stand up to the enemy.
Lyle screamed, "You will be the one to die, fiend. No one is going to bring such an evil back into the world while I still draw breath. My blade will pierce you right through your black heart."
The wicked mage laughed. "Try me boy, Sunder." He then cast the most powerful of all Explosion class magic, and aimed it right at Lyle.
"Lyle!" called out Rasha, "You will die, you monster, Sunder!" She then countered with her own Explosion spell. The two sides fought with one another, neither willing to give in.
Everyone watched as Rasha stood there, unwavering in her concentration on her spell. Beads of sweat had covered her enemy's face. He looked to be losing ground.
'How can a mere child be defeating me?' he asked himself.
Suddenly, his barriers all evaporated. The spell he cast weakened so much, that Rasha's magic was able to break through. He didn't even scream as the flames consumed him.
Lyle exclaimed, "Excellent job Rasha! Now we can take the key back and head to Linze."
At that moment, laughter echoed throughout the tower. "She is everything you said she was Raider. The power, it's unmatched in any mortal. If only she would join us."
A man appeared. He was wearing full body golden armor, with a sapphire gem in the breastplate. His eyes were red, and his hair was violet.
"You must be Lyle and Rasha," he stated, "My brother has told me all about what happened in Sheran. You may call me Ramion, the Sinistrael of Terror. I'd love to stay and chat, but I really must be going. I must prepare for the reunion, after Rugudorull and Rahashina have been brought back to life by our servants." With that, he vanished.
Nobody said a word. They all knew that they must hurry up and find the Duel Blade. If Rahashina came back to life, she could revive all of her allies in an instant. And that would make it much harder for the group to kill them all.
- - - -
And that was the understatement of the year. Heh, Rasha's getting a lot of battle screen time. Well, I have to fight battles some way. A character's screen time in battle is determined by their speed, level, and how long it takes to annihilate your opponent. I never professed to be an expert. Besides, I like Rasha. She's got an attitude.
When the gang arrived at Bakku, they heard a troubling rumor. Someone had stolen the key to the back door of the Tower of Light. Rumor had it that he was an old man with a very long white beard. He was holed up in the top of the tower, performing some kind of weird ritual.
"No one is able to get to the town of Linze without that key," said the owner of the item shop, "It's a real drag, we can't trade goods with them anymore."
"Why doesn't anybody just go there and smack that old man around?" inquired Ihrie.
The man replied, "Well, he's some sort of powerful mage, and frankly, we're all too scared to fight. This guy's powerful enough to blow us all to Hell and back with one spell."
Rasha looked at the shopkeeper. "We're not afraid of some crazy old magician. We'll go and get back the key for you. He's definitely no more powerful than any of the other enemies we've faced on our journey. Besides, there's no other way for us to get to Linze other than blow up a mountain."
The shopkeeper thought the girl was a little mad. Many of the rumors about the old mage said he was summoning demons in that tower. How could a group of five mere mortals stand up to a man with an army of monsters and demons at his immediate disposal? He told her that flat out.
"Demons don't scare me," Rasha stated, "We're going, and there's nothing you can say to convince us otherwise. They're no match for the power of my magic, and my companions' swords."
"You're bragging again Rasha," Migel mumbled. She responded by knocking him to the floor with her foot again. While waiting for him to recover, the others brought the necessary supplies for the trip.
Lyle told the man, "We'll be alright. Something tells me there's more to this than just demon summoning. It could be like what happened in Belgen. Is there anyone missing from town?"
The man shrugged. "Nope, none that I know of. I've heard that this guy's so powerful that his own energy can suffice for large summoning spells. I'm telling you, you're all fools for going."
But no one listened to his sage advice. They just spent the night at the inn, and waited for morning to continue. After a large breakfast, the group left town and headed north. Soon, they arrived at the Tower of Light, and went inside through the front door.
* * *
Like with all of the other towers they'd encountered, this one was very tall. Migel was carrying little Fam on his back, only because Ihrie and Rasha had gotten tired of her whining about how tired she was, and they'd forced him to help out. He was muttering the whole way about extra weight.
"Stop you're complaining Migel," demanded Rasha, "She's not that heavy."
'You try carrying her up all of these stairs, and then say the same,' he thought.
After what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at the top floor. There, they saw an old sorcerer. He was bald, with a long white beard, and he had on golden robes. His arms were outstretched towards the sky, and he was mumbling some words in a long forgotten language.
Lyle yelled, "Fiend, stop right there! For what reason have you stolen the key to this tower? Why are you chanting like that? What foul demon do you hope to bring into this world with that power?"
He turned towards Lyle. "Well, well, well, what have we here? Some meddling brats, come to spoil my fun. You though boy, there's something about you. But no matter what it is, there's nothing you can do to stop this. Ramion will return to life, to bring Terror to the world once more."
"Ramion!?" exclaimed Ihrie, "You're going to revive the Sinistrael Ramion!? Are you insane?"
"Maybe, but that doesn't concern me. The only thing that is any need for me is to bring my master back to life. If you interfere, you will die," he stated.
Rasha remembered what Raider had told her in the cave, and shivered. Humans really were selling their souls to the Sinistraels, and bringing about the end of the world. All so they would be safe. They never thought that someone who would be able to stand up to the enemy.
Lyle screamed, "You will be the one to die, fiend. No one is going to bring such an evil back into the world while I still draw breath. My blade will pierce you right through your black heart."
The wicked mage laughed. "Try me boy, Sunder." He then cast the most powerful of all Explosion class magic, and aimed it right at Lyle.
"Lyle!" called out Rasha, "You will die, you monster, Sunder!" She then countered with her own Explosion spell. The two sides fought with one another, neither willing to give in.
Everyone watched as Rasha stood there, unwavering in her concentration on her spell. Beads of sweat had covered her enemy's face. He looked to be losing ground.
'How can a mere child be defeating me?' he asked himself.
Suddenly, his barriers all evaporated. The spell he cast weakened so much, that Rasha's magic was able to break through. He didn't even scream as the flames consumed him.
Lyle exclaimed, "Excellent job Rasha! Now we can take the key back and head to Linze."
At that moment, laughter echoed throughout the tower. "She is everything you said she was Raider. The power, it's unmatched in any mortal. If only she would join us."
A man appeared. He was wearing full body golden armor, with a sapphire gem in the breastplate. His eyes were red, and his hair was violet.
"You must be Lyle and Rasha," he stated, "My brother has told me all about what happened in Sheran. You may call me Ramion, the Sinistrael of Terror. I'd love to stay and chat, but I really must be going. I must prepare for the reunion, after Rugudorull and Rahashina have been brought back to life by our servants." With that, he vanished.
Nobody said a word. They all knew that they must hurry up and find the Duel Blade. If Rahashina came back to life, she could revive all of her allies in an instant. And that would make it much harder for the group to kill them all.
- - - -
And that was the understatement of the year. Heh, Rasha's getting a lot of battle screen time. Well, I have to fight battles some way. A character's screen time in battle is determined by their speed, level, and how long it takes to annihilate your opponent. I never professed to be an expert. Besides, I like Rasha. She's got an attitude.
