Some characters in this story are copyright of the makers of wtfcomics (. com). Most if not all information will be pulled from the actual game Everquest. The rest of the characters will be copyright to me and I will list them when I finish my story.
Prelude to evil:
It was a dark and stormy night out in Nektulos forest. A rabid storm was forming on the eastern side while it was temporarily calm in the western side. That would soon change as a lone figure leaves the Dark Elf city of Neriak. He was walking along the path to the bridge when he had a strange feeling that he was being followed. He turned around and there was nothing. He used his expert tracking ability of his ranger class and could sense anything with that either.
Content with that, he continued on his journey to the Freeport dueling arena. All of a sudden, a dark figure appeared in front of him but he didn't have a scared look on his face. His face had a more understanding look in his eye. Quietly he said, "I thought you might be here." It moved forward till it was about five feet away from the lone ranger. The dark figure spoke not in a normal tone, but more in a whisper. "I thought so. Were you able to track me?" "No, I need to brush up on my tracking skills," said the ranger. "Shall we finish this?" asked the ranger. "I guess we must." Replied the dark figure unsheathing its katana.
Before the ranger could unsheathe his Swarmcaller, the dark figure burst forward with a speed that rivaled the gods. When he finally stopped, he was kneeling down, katana driven into the ground, head down. The ranger who wasn't even able to move was jus standing there. All of a sudden, a red line appears between his eyes heading down his skull and another line across his waist. When the storm arrived, the slightest wind stroked the body, in which the body then split into three pieces. The dark figure then said, "I thought you were supposed to be a great fighter. I guess I was wrong."