Hey guys again! I'm in the mood to write so huzzah! Perhaps it's just
Linkin Park that makes me wanna write.
Finals are this week. Shoot me please. Half days at least.
Christmas training has taken its toll on me. I am now among the ranks on the team that has tendentious in my shoulder. Fun stuff. Then I went to talk to our school trainer and asked why pain shot down my arm and my fingers are tingly and found that my nerves are getting smashed and whatnot. Fun times even more.. Killed my shot at sectionals! I can't even finish a practice!
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The Cleric walked down the hall in dismay. He had finished interrogating Sulmar and had left him in a wall mostly to protect him from the Assassin. The news that Sulmar had brought was what he was expecting but hoping against all hopes that it wasn't.
The Assassin was wrong about him knowing a Necromancer. He knew a very powerful one indeed and had done work with her. How he regretted losing her. Anya was his equal in training; she also had the ability born in her. For a good while they were practically joined at the hip. Nearly 10 years they were together, until one fateful night.
Anya was walking down the main street of the town and was headed toward the Cleric's residence. The Cleric hadn't been feeling up to par for him and she was going to see how he was progressing.
She stopped dead in her tracks. Sensing a disturbance of evil, she quickly set her guard. In the night, four dark shapes streaked past her, ignoring her existence.
She scowled. This wasn't how she was planning on spending her night but she would have to deal. She followed the figures to the Cleric's house. Fear skittered across her resolve before she barged in. Four black veiled people held an unconscious Dacius with a black metal collar around his neck. They looked at her almost mockingly before slipping into shadows and disappearing.
The Cleric touched his neck in remembrance.
That collar had cut him off from his inborn holy magic. It felt like he was being torn apart inside, put back together, and torn apart again. The travels were agony and a dark hell among the shadows as he was roughly bounced over one of the assassin's shoulders.
Their departure from the shadows was hardly noticeable due to the suffocating darkness that surrounded them. There were two torches at one end on either side of a large chair. The assassin who carried him walked up to the chair and dropped him roughly.
Dacius grunted as he hit the granite floor.
"Be gentle with my new Necromancer or you shall know the meaning of pain, assassin," a harsh voice hissed from the chair.
The assassin slowly slinked back from the chair into a shadow. Dacius looked at the chair in disbelief. 'New necromancer?' he thought to himself.
"I am sure by now that you are wondering how you were chosen to be among the few elite?" he questioned.
"Elite? I was wondering how I got cursed into being he-" he was cut off by a searing pain that pierced his being. He writhed on the floor but didn't make a sound.
"You will learn to obey me. You will see the path laid before you and you will like it," the necromancer on the chair said.
'Shit,' Dacius thought to himself as he knelt before the necromancer. 'Lay low and possibly get out or just go down in a bloody fight.. So many choices.. I guess laying low will have to do for the time being.'
As he knelt before the necromancer, the pain began to recede from the collar. The warm glow of his magic that always just seemed just over his shoulder began to fade. It felt as hope was draining from him. He could feel the necromancer's sickly smile on him. He felt weak; almost as if he should just lie down and die. Darkness began to replace the light. It was then he realized what was happening. He was Falling. He was letting the necromancer pull him down. It was then that something clicked within him. It was anger and fear. Anger for letting go too easy. Fear of becoming what he didn't want to be.
With roar, he stood and a blue and black light surrounded him. His eyes were glowing a fierce blue. The necromancer stood enraged. Dacius threw the light at the necromancer and he shielded himself with his forearms. The necromancer was taken only slightly by surprise and was deflecting the magic. Dacius was beginning to feel the drain on his magic and realized that he needed an escape or he would be either dead or so far Fallen that he wouldn't know which way was up.
So he ran.
Running isn't always cowardice; most often it is a very intelligent choice. He wanted to live to see the next morning so running was his best choice. He created a blinding flare, which was intensified by the previous dark. He sprinted off as fast as his legs could carry him. A whiz of air shot past his ear as he turned a corner, leaving a dark arrow stuck into the wall and the shaft vibrating. 'Assassins! How could I have forgotten about them?!?' he realized and quickened his pace.
He was blindly running through the dark corridors, choosing random ways to turn at intersections. He could feel air rushing past his face with a sickly warm feeling. He hoped it was the hot summer night and not some furnace. He was lucky; it was the first choice. As he turned the corner to leave the main gate, one of the assassin's arrows found flesh. It embedded itself deeply in his right shoulder.
He grunted in pain but didn't slow his pace. His vision became starry but he never stopped. He could sense the arrows striking the ground about his feet as he ran. 'Must not be that good of assassins,' the thought idly to himself as he ran. The corners of his vision were becoming fuzzy as he drew closer to a bunch of lights. Perhaps a town or village.
'There might be somewhere-' he began to think but he lost his thought as he collapsed at the beginning of the main street of a small town.
Children found his unconscious form later that night and took him to the church of his town where he was healed and the collar broken off. He resumed his training as a Paladin, and later to a Cleric, never knowing what happened to Anya.
Until now.
He should have put it together earlier. The reason that Sulmar was back was simple: a necromancer brought him to fulfil his will. Only it wasn't a him, it was Anya.
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The Assassin sat deep in concentration before the imprisoned Dragon. She had been weaving wards and setting defenses for anyone whom might come across the demon within the Cleric's walls. She ignored the storming Cleric that quickly past the door. She rolled her eyes beneath her lids and went back to setting her wards.
She could see the intricacy of the weaves that she had to put together as they laced themselves around the wall. It was a beautiful web of colors and shimmers that only she could see. The last part of it would be to set a series of walls around it again, to hopefully seal it in forever. As she began to form the first wall, the Cleric stormed in.
"I can't believe she'd stoop this low," he said angrily.
"What is it now?" she said without opening her eyes.
"I just can't believe.." he said trailing off.
"Hun, either tell me or leave. This might not take concentration for you, but it does for me. Spit it out or leave me peace," she said somewhat impatiently.
The Cleric huffed angrily and stormed out.
She sighed. "So childish sometimes," she said as she went back to her weavings.
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I'm done. For some reason my shoulder's killin' me. Perhaps it has to do with my friend attacking my shoulder this morning. She ran right into it and it's still kinda sore. Don't worry, I gave her a hard time.
Review please? I'd love to get one for a change.
Do I have to go back to bribing people? *sighs* fine. Kisses for de boys, jewelry for de girls. Happy? *sighs* this won't end well for me will it?
Finals are this week. Shoot me please. Half days at least.
Christmas training has taken its toll on me. I am now among the ranks on the team that has tendentious in my shoulder. Fun stuff. Then I went to talk to our school trainer and asked why pain shot down my arm and my fingers are tingly and found that my nerves are getting smashed and whatnot. Fun times even more.. Killed my shot at sectionals! I can't even finish a practice!
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The Cleric walked down the hall in dismay. He had finished interrogating Sulmar and had left him in a wall mostly to protect him from the Assassin. The news that Sulmar had brought was what he was expecting but hoping against all hopes that it wasn't.
The Assassin was wrong about him knowing a Necromancer. He knew a very powerful one indeed and had done work with her. How he regretted losing her. Anya was his equal in training; she also had the ability born in her. For a good while they were practically joined at the hip. Nearly 10 years they were together, until one fateful night.
Anya was walking down the main street of the town and was headed toward the Cleric's residence. The Cleric hadn't been feeling up to par for him and she was going to see how he was progressing.
She stopped dead in her tracks. Sensing a disturbance of evil, she quickly set her guard. In the night, four dark shapes streaked past her, ignoring her existence.
She scowled. This wasn't how she was planning on spending her night but she would have to deal. She followed the figures to the Cleric's house. Fear skittered across her resolve before she barged in. Four black veiled people held an unconscious Dacius with a black metal collar around his neck. They looked at her almost mockingly before slipping into shadows and disappearing.
The Cleric touched his neck in remembrance.
That collar had cut him off from his inborn holy magic. It felt like he was being torn apart inside, put back together, and torn apart again. The travels were agony and a dark hell among the shadows as he was roughly bounced over one of the assassin's shoulders.
Their departure from the shadows was hardly noticeable due to the suffocating darkness that surrounded them. There were two torches at one end on either side of a large chair. The assassin who carried him walked up to the chair and dropped him roughly.
Dacius grunted as he hit the granite floor.
"Be gentle with my new Necromancer or you shall know the meaning of pain, assassin," a harsh voice hissed from the chair.
The assassin slowly slinked back from the chair into a shadow. Dacius looked at the chair in disbelief. 'New necromancer?' he thought to himself.
"I am sure by now that you are wondering how you were chosen to be among the few elite?" he questioned.
"Elite? I was wondering how I got cursed into being he-" he was cut off by a searing pain that pierced his being. He writhed on the floor but didn't make a sound.
"You will learn to obey me. You will see the path laid before you and you will like it," the necromancer on the chair said.
'Shit,' Dacius thought to himself as he knelt before the necromancer. 'Lay low and possibly get out or just go down in a bloody fight.. So many choices.. I guess laying low will have to do for the time being.'
As he knelt before the necromancer, the pain began to recede from the collar. The warm glow of his magic that always just seemed just over his shoulder began to fade. It felt as hope was draining from him. He could feel the necromancer's sickly smile on him. He felt weak; almost as if he should just lie down and die. Darkness began to replace the light. It was then he realized what was happening. He was Falling. He was letting the necromancer pull him down. It was then that something clicked within him. It was anger and fear. Anger for letting go too easy. Fear of becoming what he didn't want to be.
With roar, he stood and a blue and black light surrounded him. His eyes were glowing a fierce blue. The necromancer stood enraged. Dacius threw the light at the necromancer and he shielded himself with his forearms. The necromancer was taken only slightly by surprise and was deflecting the magic. Dacius was beginning to feel the drain on his magic and realized that he needed an escape or he would be either dead or so far Fallen that he wouldn't know which way was up.
So he ran.
Running isn't always cowardice; most often it is a very intelligent choice. He wanted to live to see the next morning so running was his best choice. He created a blinding flare, which was intensified by the previous dark. He sprinted off as fast as his legs could carry him. A whiz of air shot past his ear as he turned a corner, leaving a dark arrow stuck into the wall and the shaft vibrating. 'Assassins! How could I have forgotten about them?!?' he realized and quickened his pace.
He was blindly running through the dark corridors, choosing random ways to turn at intersections. He could feel air rushing past his face with a sickly warm feeling. He hoped it was the hot summer night and not some furnace. He was lucky; it was the first choice. As he turned the corner to leave the main gate, one of the assassin's arrows found flesh. It embedded itself deeply in his right shoulder.
He grunted in pain but didn't slow his pace. His vision became starry but he never stopped. He could sense the arrows striking the ground about his feet as he ran. 'Must not be that good of assassins,' the thought idly to himself as he ran. The corners of his vision were becoming fuzzy as he drew closer to a bunch of lights. Perhaps a town or village.
'There might be somewhere-' he began to think but he lost his thought as he collapsed at the beginning of the main street of a small town.
Children found his unconscious form later that night and took him to the church of his town where he was healed and the collar broken off. He resumed his training as a Paladin, and later to a Cleric, never knowing what happened to Anya.
Until now.
He should have put it together earlier. The reason that Sulmar was back was simple: a necromancer brought him to fulfil his will. Only it wasn't a him, it was Anya.
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The Assassin sat deep in concentration before the imprisoned Dragon. She had been weaving wards and setting defenses for anyone whom might come across the demon within the Cleric's walls. She ignored the storming Cleric that quickly past the door. She rolled her eyes beneath her lids and went back to setting her wards.
She could see the intricacy of the weaves that she had to put together as they laced themselves around the wall. It was a beautiful web of colors and shimmers that only she could see. The last part of it would be to set a series of walls around it again, to hopefully seal it in forever. As she began to form the first wall, the Cleric stormed in.
"I can't believe she'd stoop this low," he said angrily.
"What is it now?" she said without opening her eyes.
"I just can't believe.." he said trailing off.
"Hun, either tell me or leave. This might not take concentration for you, but it does for me. Spit it out or leave me peace," she said somewhat impatiently.
The Cleric huffed angrily and stormed out.
She sighed. "So childish sometimes," she said as she went back to her weavings.
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I'm done. For some reason my shoulder's killin' me. Perhaps it has to do with my friend attacking my shoulder this morning. She ran right into it and it's still kinda sore. Don't worry, I gave her a hard time.
Review please? I'd love to get one for a change.
Do I have to go back to bribing people? *sighs* fine. Kisses for de boys, jewelry for de girls. Happy? *sighs* this won't end well for me will it?