11-11-2007, 07:55 AM
The sky was clear, blue...beautiful. The city of Trinsic glistened under the sun, like a temple made of gold. Children were playing in the stables, laughing and teasing. The adults were calm, yet you could see panic hidden under their expression. The city has gotten increasingly busy over the past couple of weeks - all refugees from the great city of Britain.
The people tell of the recent falling of the city to dark forces unknown. The citizens and guards have fled and the deserted city streets now lay in darkness.
"Valas!", Blethren calls "Come inside quickly, there's much to be done."
Valas, now considered "ready" by his parents Ean Highmoore and Blethren, has recently joined the ranks of DOOM. His mother hands him a cloak, the mark of the DOOM guild and tells him to go into the court yard and meet his brothers in arms.
"Hail brother Valas", the members say as he enters the circle. Valas nods in their direction, not particularly fond of the teasing he once endured from them. His skills weren't as adequate as the older members, but now that he could hold his own in battle, most have quit their prodding. There are still a few however, that like to inflict some pain upon him when the others have turned their backs. With his Valas' parents inside with the other generals of DOOM, this is one of those times.
"An Ex Por!", cried one of the members.
"Come on Valas, come hit me" another laughed. "Come, I want to try out my new sword." The member came running at Valas, swinging violently. The sword sliced through his arm and blood dripped to the ground. His brothers laughing around him.
"Corp Por", a younger member hit Valas square in the chest with an Energy Bolt. He fell backwards onto his back.
"Come on Valas, don't know how to heal yourself?" as a bandage was thrown to him.
"Enough!" boomed his father. "What are you doing? We are not murderers. What right do you have to hurt your brother? We are Order. Not Chaos. We must be helpful and loving to each other."
Valas then rose to his feet. With fire in his eyes he drew his sword and thrust it into the gut of one of the older members. His brothers stood in shock as they watched him fall to the ground, letting go of his last breath of life. He threw his cape on the ground and turned to Ean.
"I'm sorry father...much better him than I." with that he turned to the stables and took his steed from its holding. To the north he could see a storm, a looming darkness. He set his path knowing he could never return to the golden city.
The people tell of the recent falling of the city to dark forces unknown. The citizens and guards have fled and the deserted city streets now lay in darkness.
"Valas!", Blethren calls "Come inside quickly, there's much to be done."
Valas, now considered "ready" by his parents Ean Highmoore and Blethren, has recently joined the ranks of DOOM. His mother hands him a cloak, the mark of the DOOM guild and tells him to go into the court yard and meet his brothers in arms.
"Hail brother Valas", the members say as he enters the circle. Valas nods in their direction, not particularly fond of the teasing he once endured from them. His skills weren't as adequate as the older members, but now that he could hold his own in battle, most have quit their prodding. There are still a few however, that like to inflict some pain upon him when the others have turned their backs. With his Valas' parents inside with the other generals of DOOM, this is one of those times.
"An Ex Por!", cried one of the members.
"Come on Valas, come hit me" another laughed. "Come, I want to try out my new sword." The member came running at Valas, swinging violently. The sword sliced through his arm and blood dripped to the ground. His brothers laughing around him.
"Corp Por", a younger member hit Valas square in the chest with an Energy Bolt. He fell backwards onto his back.
"Come on Valas, don't know how to heal yourself?" as a bandage was thrown to him.
"Enough!" boomed his father. "What are you doing? We are not murderers. What right do you have to hurt your brother? We are Order. Not Chaos. We must be helpful and loving to each other."
Valas then rose to his feet. With fire in his eyes he drew his sword and thrust it into the gut of one of the older members. His brothers stood in shock as they watched him fall to the ground, letting go of his last breath of life. He threw his cape on the ground and turned to Ean.
"I'm sorry father...much better him than I." with that he turned to the stables and took his steed from its holding. To the north he could see a storm, a looming darkness. He set his path knowing he could never return to the golden city.
Valas [Vampire]
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