Hellos again! Love the reviews people! Ok, so finally some smiley face showed up on my posted copy…makes me happy. Hehe, I guessed as to how an Umber Hulk would talk, and for the both of my loyal reviewers, I can be evil when I want. So ill probably be making an evil story sometime for ur enjoyment! Naturally it will involve a blackguard (mine) that goes through the story of Hordes… fun fun. WOOT! Got the ice beam on metroid prime (finnaly) but now im stuck again : ( oh well. Oh, and don't worry, loyal evil reviewers, lotsa people die in horrific ways…muahahha… ok, here is part two, so ENJOY!
The Umber Hulks swarmed forward and Jachal's mind was suddenly filled with rage and sadness. He picked up his greatsword and began to lash out and the wave of beasts, killing them where they stood, but they just kept coming. Eventually Jachal would tire out, and even he knew this….
Suddenly strength and evil thoughts welled up inside Jachal's head. He knew what was about to happen. Whenever he tired out during a long battle, his demonic side would take over. It was vital to win this fight with the aid of his other side, but he didn't know what it would do to Tomia, but Jachal's thoughts were lost among the turbulent sea of vengeful thoughts…
Jachal snapped back to reality thirty minutes later, surprised at the carnage his other side had done. Umber Hulk parts lay everywhere (ANand I mean EVERYWHERE), and the "leader" had been smashed to a pulp (ANquite literally). Then Jachal remembered Tomia and frantically turned around to see if she was all right. Tomia still lay in the same position Jachal had left her in, but she wasn't moving. Fearing the worst, Jachal ran over to Tomia to get a better look and to prove his eyes wrong. Tomia was not breathing and her face had gone pale. Jachal felt for a pulse and found none. Tears began to stream down his face, but he fought them back. It's not fair, he thought. WHY? Is it my fault? Did I let her die while fighting? Jachal's sorrow was interrupted by a calm voice from behind him. He whirled around to see a man enveloped in glowing light, missing his right hand. "Do not fret, Jachal. I was watching from the heavens the moment you laid eyes upon her. She is very special indeed. She will return when you need her most, that is all I have to say." With those last words Tyr's manifestation vanished and Jachal was left alone. He turned back towards Tomia's body, only to find it had disappeared. Jachal sighed, dried his face, and gathered up his belongings (ANTomia's stuff disappeared also) and headed out the cavern the way they came in.
Two weeks later Jachal finally stepped foot onto Targos' soil. He kept his head down so that none could see the tears that were frozen on his face. He stumbled into the Tyrran temple, only to be slugged in the face by the High Priest.
"Where in the nine Hells have you been, tiefling? It doesn't matter now; the former High Priest is dead. You will be severely punished for your dawdling!" With that the newly installed High Priest of Tyr whipped out his mace and struck Jachal across the face. Jachal took the blow like it was nothing, when, in fact, it hardly even made a scratch.
"You call that punishment?" Jachal asked. The High Priest was stunned and said nothing as Jachal walked by him and handed his report to the clergymen. Turning back to the High Priest, Jachal stated," You know, aggravating me like that makes it awfully hard for me to control my demonic side, so I'd watch it if I were you." The High Priest stepped back away from Jachal, then turned around and left the Sanctum in a hurry. Jachal smirked, then retreated to his quarters and sat on his bed. The walls of his room currently had seals carved into them, in hopes that the clergy could keep Jachal contained there. Unfortunately for Jachal, he just noticed them. He bolted for the door, but was struck back by a force of energy from the seals on the door. Cursing loudly, he knocked his bed over and sat against it, mumbling to himself. He dozed off and awoke when a clergyman came in with some food, unaffected by the seals. The man paused at Jachal, who was glaring at him, then glanced at the overturned bed before he put the tray on the desk.
"So tell me, good man, why have you all conspired against me?" Jachal asked snidely.
The clergyman turned to Jachal and smiled. "Simply because you are a being of evil, and we cannot allow others to see you serving Tyr as a being of good. It defies the nature of all that is good and evil." The man left in a rush when Jachal picked up his lantern and threatened to throw it at him. When the man left, Jachal set the lantern down and sighed.
MEANWHILE…
The clergy had congregated in the Sanctum that evening to discuss business.
"All rise for the High Priest Toumaffar, devout Servant of Tyr," the announcer said.
Everyone stood up as the High Priest walked in and they sat down when he took a seat.
"Okay, what business is there to be had tonight?" he asked the clergy. One of the clergy, a respected cleric of Tyr, rose up. "We still have the issue with that tiefling paladin, your Honor. I sent one of my clergy to give food to the abomination, and the beast had overturned his bed and was about to throw a lantern at him while he set the food down."
Toumaffar put his hand on his chin and thought. "We can't exactly kill him, he does follow Tyr… anyone have any suggestions?" The clergy stayed silent. Toumaffar shrugged. "Very well, then. Let us eat." As the clergy was chowing down on the succulent delights that had been set before them, a diviner started to choke. "Ashan, what is wrong?" Toumaffar asked. Sputtering out his words, he said something that made the clergy tremble before his head blew up. A portal to the Hells has opened in Targos. At that moment a horde of demons burst through the doors and began to feast upon the clergy (ANsee? I can be evil.) Meanwhile, Jachal had finished his mediocre meal in his "prison." He heard a commotion downstairs, but thought nothing of it; that is, until the seals faded away and a Balor ripped apart the door and paused at Jachal. "Demon-blooded human, you are an abomination of our kind! For that, you must DIE!" the Balor roared. The Balor charged at Jachal, greatsword cutting through the ceiling. Jachal threw himself underneath the Balor and out between its legs. He turned around in time to see the Balor crash through the wall and out onto the streets below. Jachal used this opportunity to escape from the now-in-flames temple of Tyr. Jachal stared at the temple for a long time, watching the flames climb higher and higher, finally reaching the Tyrran symbol at the top. Severe rumbling, similar to an earthquake, distracted Jachal. He saw the ground split beneath the temple, then watched in horror as it collapsed into the gash in the ground. His home… the only home that he had ever known, was now fifty feet below the ground and still going. However, the gash was still growing and it threatened to swallow up Jachal as well, had he not ran away from it back towards the docks. As he left the temple's gates, chaos consumed him. People panicking and running as devils, fiends, and demons chased after them. A devil was playing an unfriendly match of tug-of-war with a demon over the carcass of a horse. A gang of demons was raping women out in the open. Children were being torn limb from limb by fiends (ANmaybe too evil…). Jachal mind switched gears as a dark shadow came behind him. He whirled around only to be grabbed by the throat by a Balor Lord. Lifted high off the ground, Jachal struggled to breathe against the gripping hand of the Balor Lord and the demon's foul breath. Suddenly a flash of white light disintegrated the demon into dust. Regaining his momentum, Jachal picked himself up off the ground and found himself staring at Tomia. They stared at each other for a moment, but it didn't last long when the ground erupted behind Tomia and lava started spurting out at an ever-increasing rate. "Jachal! It's too late for Targos; we need to save as many people as we can! There's boats already out in the water, we just have to put as many people as we can into them!" Tomia yelled over the chaos. Jachal nodded and ran off to a group of people who were trying to fend off a pit fiend with various items. Drawing his greatsword, he cleaved the fiend's head right off and scooped all 6 of the remaining people up in his arms and took off flying. For once, Jachal had complete control over his demonic side. He dropped the startled group off on a piece of roof that was floating in the bay and went back for more. Tomia, on the other hand, had been caught up in slaying as many of the outsiders as possible. She soon found the portal to the Hells and prayed to Tyr for help. Tomias hands were soon enveloped in a brilliant white light, and Tomia pulled the portal shut. She then swung around with her godly hammer and smashed an oncoming horde of devils. Jachal had saved as many people as he could, the joined Tomia in destroying every last one of the outsiders (ANsorry about that, evil reviewers…). Two very large and strong hands grabbed Tomia and Jachal around the torso and lifted them up. The pair found themselves staring face-to-face with a very powerful demon lord. The demon sneered and spoke. "Heheheheh… so, you are my so-called son, eh? I didn't know that you would turn out so…good." Jachal was silent and stunned. After all this time, it would be his father that he would find first, and not his mother. "HA! All you tieflings are basically the same; always willing to try and forget about your demonic heritage-" The demon was cut off as hiss leg was pierced by a holy arrow. Screaming in agony, the demon dropped Jachal and Tomia and turned to try and find his new assailant. There, standing on the roof of a ruined building, was an elven woman with silvery-blonde hair flowing behind her, holding up a holy-imbued longbow….
YAY another chappie finished! 3 guesses as to who the woman is lol… ok, heres the lowdown. Tomia is a 15/12 druid/shifter and Jachal is a 20 paladin. There, you happy now? HUH? God…im grounded from EverCrack (EverQuest)… waah… anyways, another chappie is coming soon, so STAY TUNED!