Elchandra Masters's Story

Materializing from the shadows at a flat out run, Elchandra Masters was so very tempt to curse her patron deity's pantheon. For because of the divine politics and constant backstabbing she had to outpace or kills every damn would be headhunter in Gaia. 'I shouldn't complain in all honesty. I know that this was possible once dad showed me those scrolls.' she thought, briefly fading through several uprooted trees. "STOP RUNNING WITCH! YOU'LL DIE TIRED!" Snorting at the weak shot, having heard it at least twice before, she grasped the handle of her great sword and felt it pulse in her grip.

'Guess it is time.' Elchandra mused as she came to skidding halt in a grove of mangled trees. Turning to face the oncoming idiots the Death Blade drew her blade and bought up into her guard. Her glacial eyes flared with burning shadowy magic, her opening moves running through her mind. "No more running today, now its a fight." she growled softly to herself. Watching her chasers notice her change, Elchandra grinned inwardly wondering what thoughts were racing through their heads. 'Focus El!' "Sorry dad. Won't happen again." she replied to her father's phantom voice. Taking second to remember the last time they spent time together.

Elchandra closed her eyes and visualizes his face. 'Miss you dad, hope that you are alright.' she mused. Reopening her eyes she braced as they rushed her.

All throughout the planet of Gaia, magic was doing something strange. It wasn't gone, but it was going somewhere. Was there a leak, or a pull? It wasn't too noticeable, but any magic user would start to notice it after a time. The magic was weakening, ever so slightly. But, why?

Minutes wore on as the number of attackers gradually decreased, the Death Blade dove to over a uprooted tree. Rolling back to her feet Elchandra parried a downward slash and drove her shoulder into the idiot's chest. As the man attempted to catch his breath, she swung her blade out. Feeling it's edge bite into the other's hide she leapt through his crumbling and switched to the next opponent. Only to turtle behind seldom used magical shield constructs as their mage, probably in a full blown panic given how she has smashed through his friends, lashed out with magically induced fire.

'Yay, another fire mage that has reveled in mass murder. My job is never done.' she mused in resignation. Slowing pushing the fiery stream, barely noting the disintegrating bits falling off, Elchandra's magic caused her glacial eyes to glow and erupt in magically created flames. Slashing the flames away she faced the mage. Seeing him lose control of his bowels and bladder; she points her rune encrusted blade at him and glares. "Your spirit has exposed your guilt and has sentenced to my lord's realm." she recites, tone dead and neutral as the mage attempts to conjure more flames.

But they fizzled and died just a foot from her. 'Can't concentrate. Good, which means no more fireballs.' she thought turning her blade flat side up. Not waiting for the typical plead for mercy, Elchandra faded out briefly before reappearing behind the mage. Her blade covered in arterial blood while the other's head and body dropped to the ground. "Another spirit for your judgement my lord." she states solemnly. Wiping the blood from her blade Elchandra saw that the others had ran off. 'Smart move for them. Wonder how long they would've stayed in the fight?' she wondered, sheathing her blade across her back.

Taking a few minutes to find her center, she drew up her hood and glanced around. "Good thing that cursed woods don't scare me. This place is a day trip compared to the shadow realm of my lord's dimension." she said aloud. Once she was sure that was no more lurkers, Elchandra shrugged her shoulders and moved back into shadow infused woods.