Roth Gregh's Story

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A broad shouldered, and heavily armoured dwarf sat in a bar booth at the local tavern. Though the mead was weak, and the women frail, it was a welcome break from the bog that surrounded the town. "There's no damned bogs underground." Roth muttered to himself cursing the area. The place was terrible, especially because his armoured boot would get stuck in the mud and the hardened leather on the bottom of them easily slipped. He had a hectic time even traversing the road into town. He wouldn't be here if he wasn't on a job to hunt a seductress, a filthy she demon. He had been been commissioned by the local churches to hunt this Succubus, this Drow. It paid well, and for a servant of the sun this job should be no problem.

Roth tipped back his glass and emptied the contents of the tankard into his rough gullet. It was demon hunting time. Roth got up and stretched his legs. He shook some mud off and got a dirty look form another patron. "Keep it to yourself you half pint." The man growled. Roth shot him and even deadlier look, his eyes began to glow orange and with a deep and primal voice that sounded of ancient and violent origins he retorted; "Shut your mouth you worthless animal.", The man eked like a small child and seemed to shrink where he sat. Roth smirked under his spell that made his features change. He wouldn't be called a half-pint.

Roth slapped his money on the table where he had been sitting in the corner keeping a vigilant watch over the tavern. He made his way out as the other patrons made way to keep out of his. He pushed the doors open and found himself in the town square, which had been cheery, or as cheery as a bog town's square could be. Until he found that in the center of the town square sat the demon he had been searching so long for. She was beautiful, except for the blood that stained her mouth and chin. She laughed maniacally and Roth went to work. He ripped hi shield over his shoulder and onto his left arm, and drew his mace with a graceful swiftness that evaded most dwarves. He pointed his mace at the she-demon and whispered an incantation in an ancient tongue. Out of the mace lept a spire of golden light right at the women. If she was truly a demon, then this light would burn her skin and possibly even kill her. After Roth shot the light he took a more defensive stance with his hsield in front of him to protect him from any attacks that she may launch at him.

Well, he was certainly in the right place to be doing some good. All through the streets lurked the stench of decay and filth. Trash rotted in the streets, mold and moss clung to every surface like a barnacle. Naturally, as he walked down the street, he drew quite alot of attention. What 6 foot tall wolf man wouldn't? Several people screamed werewolf, others merely gawked, but all saw him and knew not to cross him. Suddenly, his ears perked upright as he heard something near the center of town. At a whiff, he picked up the smell of divine magic. Well, might as well start there. Lamech made pushed his way through the streets towards the center of town until the scene lay out before him. A dwarven cleric firing a beam of pure daylight towards a drowess sitting upon the fountain. Mouth and chin dripping with freshly spilled blood of the man laying at her feet. For some odd reason, Lamech had the creeping suspicion that this was the woman The Good had sent him to find.

"Lovely. Just lovely." he spat.

Ezryell sensed this attack easily and hit the dirt using the fountain as cover to avoid it. Once the attack had passed Ezryell pulled herself up off the ground. Clothes muddy and good mood ruined she stormed over to the dwarf not in the air of one readying an attack but in that of one who has just been greatly insulted. "What's your quarrel with me dwarf!!? I don't recall crossing you or your kind! Not only did you attack me from behind but you also got my cloths dirty!!!" Ezryell scolded shaking her fists in frustration.

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"Because you just killed an innocent man, and many before him you she-demon." Roth didn't need her to know about the bounty on her head. That would be unwise, she would be more motivated to defend herself then, rather than be obliterated by the spell he was preparing. He chanted the incantation in he head, as not to arouse her suspicions. Roth raised his shield a little higher, and an explosion of holy magic erupted through the front of the shield in a rough hundred and eighty degree radius. This spell was weaker, but it would surely hit her at this close a range. It would only cause her extreme pain, but no real injury, this holy blast would be capable of Burning through the skin of a demon at high enough power, casted by multiple people.

He shook his lupine head and sat down on a nearby crate as the dwarf and drow fought, deciding not to get involved unless there was a real chance of either of them dying. Which was highly unlikely, seeing as the drow smelled of death, and the dwarf of celestial magic, meaning she was a vampire, and he a cleric. A fairly even match up. He drew the greatsword from his back, it's massive blade engraved with holy symbols, and slowly began sharpening the edge.

"Innocent! You wouldn't be saying that if you heard what he said to...What are you? GAAAAA!!!!" Ezryell shreiked in pain as the blast hit her and in a fit of rage hoisted the dwarf by the front of his armor with her vampiric strength and chucked him at the wall of the nearest building. "Now your just picking on me! What's your problem with me anyways dwarf?!!" Ezryell yelled furiously before dusting off and walking back towards her luggage.