Nashar awoke to a find day. Not that Nashar gave a rats ass what kind of
day it was. Every waking day he could feel his power increasing. "Today
I will do what my father couldn't do, I'll take Lut Gholein." Just then a
mysterious voice spoke up. "you'll fail just like your pathetic father did."
"who are you, are you one of the assassins?" Nashar asked impatiently.
" I guess I can tell you that much , yes , and don't think it matters that you
got nearly a hundred years on me old timer" smiled the assassin as he drew
his blade. (you see mages live extended lives do to there arcane abilities)
Although Nashar was in his two hundreds he did not look old, he had the
appearance of a youthful young man. "We will see about..." before
Nashar could finish his sentence the assassin flew forward at Nashar
swiping his blade down missing the dogging mage of darkness by less then
a inch. "you fool!" Nashar screamed as he jumped back about 8 feet .
Nashar then dipped his head and outstretched his arms. A powerful wind was fluttering Nashars black robe about. A strange aura appeared around Nashar. "he's...summoning power" sputtered the bemused assassin. "now die!" screamed Nashar as a wall of fire appeared in front of him. It appeared that the sand itself had ignited , Nashar lifted his head , as the assassin peered into Nashars hood he saw only darkness , no face could be seen threw the shadows of the hood.
"who are you?" stuttered the shocked assassin. Nashar just laughed as the fire wall in front of him shot forth with amazing speed completely devouring the assassin. As the flames died out Nashar could smell burning flesh. "Ahh nothing like the smell of burning flesh in the morning" smiled Nashar as he looked towards the image of the city in the distant. 'I wonder if this is the same spot my father stood before he attempted to overtake Lut Gholein' Nashar thought as he began walking towards the city.
Belial was sitting in a bar , something called Sailors Chair Pub. Belial sat drinking a large mug of whisky. 'I know I could sense his power some where around here,...but where' Belial thought as he took another swig of his whisky. 'ha the best thing these mortals every created was ale' Belial thought as he began to notice that several people in the pub were staring at him. 'looks like ive worn out my welcome' smiled Belial as he threw several gold coins onto the counter for the bar maid, the same coins witch he had stolen of the corpse of the two guards outside the city. once Belial had stood up , he noticed even more people staring at him, obviously because of how tall he stood.
Belial cautiously made sure his face was
hooded from view , as he made his way to a sturdy looking Bar keep.
"Excuse me sir. do you have a room available?" Belial asked in a polite
human voice. "sure we do , think its 3rd door on right,...uhh that there
is a sweet , so its goanna be about ten gold pieces" The bar keep said
in a deceptive tone. Belial wasn't exspearnced on this mortal world,
but he wasn't stupid ether. "Sir. I think your overcharging" Belial said
in a almost demonic tone. "uhh yes ...did I say ten ...I meant 5" smiled
the Bar keep. "whatever" scowled Belial as he dropped 5 coins into the
bar keeps pudgy hand.
Belial came to the 3rd door on the right. Belial opened the door and walked
in , 'wow this must be the whoring room' Belial scowled as he looked
around at a messed up bed , and littered floor, the room was even complete
with holes in the wall. 'It must really suck to be a mortal' thought Belial.
Belial normally wouldn't have to sleep but with this being his first visit
to the mortal world, he hadn't transferred enough of his power to this
realm. 'if only I had the same power here as I do in hell' Thought Belial
as he drifted to sleep. Nearly a hour latter he was awoken by the sounds
of screams and rumbling.
Belial sat straight up in bed and looked threw
one of the holes in the wall, threw the hole he could see the main wall.
There was fire and explosions, the main wall was crumbling. The scene
he was looking at reminded Belial of hell. The Dark city was being
illuminated by a orangish hue , the fires on the city walls, made
a flickering light dance across the tops of the buildings, casting shadows
on the streets below. And across the cityscape , Belial could here the
screams of pain, music to his ears. "so I have found you!" Roared Belial.
