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by Knight.EXE on Sun Dec 24, 2017 10:43 pm
It was a peaceful night, a gentle breeze lightly ruffled the trees, the moon was full casting it's glow unobstructed to the land below. The forest was at peace, as was the near by town, it was a small town, but it's residents liked it like that, away from the hustle and noise from a city, yes it was truly a lovely night.
In a clearing a three miles due east of the town was an empty clearing, it was at the very least 20 ft(6 m) in diameter. Scattered around where stones, none where bigger than a fist, as a bleeding deer, most likely attacked by a wolf or some other nocturnal predator, stumbled into the empty space, it's blood slowly seeping into the soil before collapsing the center. Slowly the wind started to pick up and clouds formed above the clearing, as if the moon herself did not wish to see what was to unfold. The stones began emitting a eerie red glow while sucking up the blood, as if they were cut and where bleeding out.
From the air the glowing stones looked like an uneven archway, with one pillar being longer than the other, with a circle in the middle. The red glow suddenly became brighter, enough to light the clouds above a bloody red, the ground began shaking profusely as the winds ripped and tore at the surrounding vegetation, thunder roaring from the sky.
Just as it came, everything slowly started to calm down. The moon peeking from behind the clouds casting it's light back to the clearing. The deer was no longer there, in it's place was an armored being, the armor was black and charred with a small amount of smoke coming off, though the figure looked to be around six foot, while next to the being was a handle of what used to be a sword.
The blade's pommel was a half circle, the hilt was a dark wood with two dark metal plate going down from the guard to pommel, one on each side, with three metal rings spaced 2 inchs from each other. Lastly was the guard that was a copy of the stones archway design, while the little blade that was left was split down the middle by the dark metal of the guard, starting thicker at the base only to slim an inch from said guard. The blade ended there as it was broken with a jagged edge showing it didn't break cleanly.
Lightly stirring the armored being shakily got to it's feet, grabbing the broken weapon from the ground, the being only made a few steps before stumbling back to the ground, "Tjioi...tjioi od e?(Where...where am I?)" the armored being's voice was hoarse, but distinctly male. Bringing up his free hand, the being grasped his helm and slowly removed it, showing his features to the soft moonlight.
His now revealed face was angular and youthful, with skin as black as a raven's feather that was broken up by the stream of fresh blood from his right temple. His eyes where akin to an endless void, with semi-slitted, blood red irises piercing through the darkness, and long, dark hair. Making his way back on his feet, the young man slowly made his way to the treeline, stumbling every so often, "Tjow joyi eav kaw eavoxihl emwa mat Vaati?(what have you got yourself into now Vaati?)" the demonic looking being muttered to himself, just as he exited the clearing. A small trail of blood fallowed in his wake.
You have opened the gate to hell, and unleashed Misery upon the world.
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