Chapter 1: Ambush
A pair of hoof-like feet crept through the dark woods. He wore a dark cloak and held a large bag. He was there for a reason, to find the sacred temple of the Mighty one. He wasn't a true god, at least one to the Outcasts. His eyes were closed, yet he could see everything, in a darkish glow. He could sense all life, and all death. He could even see the 5 figures following him. Almost a mile now He thought to himself. As he came to a small clearing, they started moving faster. That's why he wasn't surprised when the jumped out.
"What's this we have here boys?" one of them asked. He was the biggest one, probably the leader. It was a group of bandits, as inept as they were when it came to an individual battle, they could be quite fierce when they outnumber their opponent. But this was no ordinary opponent, as they would find.
"Looks like a Night Elf." One of them said.
"A merchant?" said another.
"If he is let's grab his stuff and go." They walked closer and pulled out their weapons. They were about to attack when he dropped his bag. When they saw no danger they moved ever closer. One was about to grab they bag, when the Night Elf, in one quick motion pulled the objects out of the bag. In his hand he held two blades, the dreadful demon forged blades wielded by none other then, the powerful demon hunters. He opened his eyes to reveal the center glowing red.
"I can see your fear." He said as he jumped up and landed on the smallest one, breaking his legs and crushing his spine. They all stood there, shocked, and then they began screaming and running to the demon hunter. In the blink of an eye he flung his blades left and right cutting them all. They stood no match. He smiled as he pulled out his eye cover and placed it over his eyes. He put his blades in the holsters on his back. Besides himself, his blades were the only other things he could trust. He continued on the route to the temple. He had been traveling for nearly a day now. Every 2 miles or so he would encounter some sort of adversary, but none that tough. The bandits were actually the toughest ones yet. He was getting very anxious to get to the temple, so he climbed the highest tree in the vicinity to the very top. In the distance he saw the tall steeple of the temple. Although he was ritually blinded, he could see the holy glow of the temple. Almost everything about this demon hunter was different. When he was in training for being a demon hunter, an epidemic plague hit his town. While he was in his final test he was meditating so intensely, he was in a vegetative state. His immune system fought this demonic plague in his body, but it was not defeated. It mixed into his gene makeup, and he got super humanoid powers. He had nearly perfect sight, despite being blinded. It was more of radar like sight. His brain was consistently making high pitched noises and the echo would weave a pattern of his surroundings on his brain. Not only that but he had was extremely fast and strong. The temple looked to be about 5 miles away. He was about to climb down when he saw a tree fall nearby. Then a flock of birds leaped out into the air. Another tree went down. Then another. And soon a whole path was cleared. It's coming to me...The demon hunter thought. He jumped down and began to move close to whatever it was. Probably something worth fighting.
A pair of hoof-like feet crept through the dark woods. He wore a dark cloak and held a large bag. He was there for a reason, to find the sacred temple of the Mighty one. He wasn't a true god, at least one to the Outcasts. His eyes were closed, yet he could see everything, in a darkish glow. He could sense all life, and all death. He could even see the 5 figures following him. Almost a mile now He thought to himself. As he came to a small clearing, they started moving faster. That's why he wasn't surprised when the jumped out.
"What's this we have here boys?" one of them asked. He was the biggest one, probably the leader. It was a group of bandits, as inept as they were when it came to an individual battle, they could be quite fierce when they outnumber their opponent. But this was no ordinary opponent, as they would find.
"Looks like a Night Elf." One of them said.
"A merchant?" said another.
"If he is let's grab his stuff and go." They walked closer and pulled out their weapons. They were about to attack when he dropped his bag. When they saw no danger they moved ever closer. One was about to grab they bag, when the Night Elf, in one quick motion pulled the objects out of the bag. In his hand he held two blades, the dreadful demon forged blades wielded by none other then, the powerful demon hunters. He opened his eyes to reveal the center glowing red.
"I can see your fear." He said as he jumped up and landed on the smallest one, breaking his legs and crushing his spine. They all stood there, shocked, and then they began screaming and running to the demon hunter. In the blink of an eye he flung his blades left and right cutting them all. They stood no match. He smiled as he pulled out his eye cover and placed it over his eyes. He put his blades in the holsters on his back. Besides himself, his blades were the only other things he could trust. He continued on the route to the temple. He had been traveling for nearly a day now. Every 2 miles or so he would encounter some sort of adversary, but none that tough. The bandits were actually the toughest ones yet. He was getting very anxious to get to the temple, so he climbed the highest tree in the vicinity to the very top. In the distance he saw the tall steeple of the temple. Although he was ritually blinded, he could see the holy glow of the temple. Almost everything about this demon hunter was different. When he was in training for being a demon hunter, an epidemic plague hit his town. While he was in his final test he was meditating so intensely, he was in a vegetative state. His immune system fought this demonic plague in his body, but it was not defeated. It mixed into his gene makeup, and he got super humanoid powers. He had nearly perfect sight, despite being blinded. It was more of radar like sight. His brain was consistently making high pitched noises and the echo would weave a pattern of his surroundings on his brain. Not only that but he had was extremely fast and strong. The temple looked to be about 5 miles away. He was about to climb down when he saw a tree fall nearby. Then a flock of birds leaped out into the air. Another tree went down. Then another. And soon a whole path was cleared. It's coming to me...The demon hunter thought. He jumped down and began to move close to whatever it was. Probably something worth fighting.