Again, I have started my RO fic all over again. This will likely be the final time. This story's focus is on my Spear Knight, Astray. Excuse my writing errors, I'm not that great a writer. Please read and review!
Chapter One: Prelude to Decimation
A dim glow emanated from the knight's polished lance as he wandered throughout the halls of the Ghastheim Castle. A bounty had been placed on a mysterious killer. The murderer had been rampaging throughout Rune-Midgard, efficiently killing anyone he or she targeted. The bodies were never found, and the witnesses only say they saw that the killer was in the form of a assassin. Many have seeked out this mystery murderer, but none have ever returned. The knight did not bring any companions along, as he knew it would be dangerous. He meandered throughout the bleak and dark hallways, until he made his way to the deserted throne room. There sitting in the shadows was a figure. The knight couldn't make out who it was due to the poor lighting.
"Ah, Astray, you came to fight me, did you not?" the figure said. It had a clear, strong voice.
"Who the hell are you and how do you know my name?" the knight asked.
"I can see everything that goes on in Rune-Midgard. I am all-powerful," the figure said after giving a maniacal laugh.
"All-powerful eh? Prove it," Astray taunted.
"Why should I waste my time on a pitiful rat like you when I can call forth my minions?" the figure said. With a swift motion of his wrist, a monster borne from the shadows rised. The monster took on the form of an assassin and had two menancing glowing eyes. Astray didn't waste any time. He swung his lance out at his foe's chest. The shadow became translucent, causing the attack to go straight through it's body. "A waste of effort," the figure said. Astray ignored the comment and continued fighting. He spun his lance in the air and brought it down in an attempt to smack the shadow down. The shadow merely sidestepped the attack and lunged forward, bringing his katar towards Astray. Astray ducked from the attack and swung the lance at his opponent's legs. The shadow was not able to dodge this attack, and therefore fell to the ground. Astray brought up his lance and slammed it down into the shadow's body. The shadow transformed into a vapour and disappeared. Astray brought up his lance and turned back towards the figure. The strange figure began to clap. "Good show," he chuckled as he got up. He left the cloak of darkness and entered the light. He was a wizard with flaming red hair and wore a Goblin Mask. He raised his wand and casted a spell: Napalm Vulcan. Astray was hit repeatedly with high-powered Napalm Beat spells.
"Damn... Napalm Vulcan...? You're... a damned high wizard..." he struggled to say. Despite his effort to get back up, he let himself be consumed by his fatigue.
-End of Chapter One.
So guys, how did you like it? Sorry it's so short, I've been running a little low on ideas these days. I promise the next chapter will be longer.
Chapter One: Prelude to Decimation
A dim glow emanated from the knight's polished lance as he wandered throughout the halls of the Ghastheim Castle. A bounty had been placed on a mysterious killer. The murderer had been rampaging throughout Rune-Midgard, efficiently killing anyone he or she targeted. The bodies were never found, and the witnesses only say they saw that the killer was in the form of a assassin. Many have seeked out this mystery murderer, but none have ever returned. The knight did not bring any companions along, as he knew it would be dangerous. He meandered throughout the bleak and dark hallways, until he made his way to the deserted throne room. There sitting in the shadows was a figure. The knight couldn't make out who it was due to the poor lighting.
"Ah, Astray, you came to fight me, did you not?" the figure said. It had a clear, strong voice.
"Who the hell are you and how do you know my name?" the knight asked.
"I can see everything that goes on in Rune-Midgard. I am all-powerful," the figure said after giving a maniacal laugh.
"All-powerful eh? Prove it," Astray taunted.
"Why should I waste my time on a pitiful rat like you when I can call forth my minions?" the figure said. With a swift motion of his wrist, a monster borne from the shadows rised. The monster took on the form of an assassin and had two menancing glowing eyes. Astray didn't waste any time. He swung his lance out at his foe's chest. The shadow became translucent, causing the attack to go straight through it's body. "A waste of effort," the figure said. Astray ignored the comment and continued fighting. He spun his lance in the air and brought it down in an attempt to smack the shadow down. The shadow merely sidestepped the attack and lunged forward, bringing his katar towards Astray. Astray ducked from the attack and swung the lance at his opponent's legs. The shadow was not able to dodge this attack, and therefore fell to the ground. Astray brought up his lance and slammed it down into the shadow's body. The shadow transformed into a vapour and disappeared. Astray brought up his lance and turned back towards the figure. The strange figure began to clap. "Good show," he chuckled as he got up. He left the cloak of darkness and entered the light. He was a wizard with flaming red hair and wore a Goblin Mask. He raised his wand and casted a spell: Napalm Vulcan. Astray was hit repeatedly with high-powered Napalm Beat spells.
"Damn... Napalm Vulcan...? You're... a damned high wizard..." he struggled to say. Despite his effort to get back up, he let himself be consumed by his fatigue.
-End of Chapter One.
So guys, how did you like it? Sorry it's so short, I've been running a little low on ideas these days. I promise the next chapter will be longer.