Etrigon The sky was pitch black allowing the tiny clusters of stars to flicker glossily, the full moon itself mingled into the night creating a beautiful illumination on the town. Eighteen-year-old Elroy looking rather exhausted, trots his horse up a hill path leading to the cottage of Orlanda Ramsey. On getting to a point of view were the cottage could be seen, the cottage door was wide open - first time such had happened; the only source of light was the flame lantern hanging outside which was almost fading out. Keeping the bad thoughts on check Elroy quickly got off his horse; walking gently towards the cottage, his heart beat increasing with every step he took. Suddenly, in the melancholy of the intense atmosphere Luna staggered out of the cottage but gained balance on the wall, giving Elroy a bit of relief. “Luna,” he called out quietly “what’s up with…” Elroy paused with his speech, shrinking back, his eyes opens wide in despair as he noticed the large stain of blood around
Rune Clan, a small merchant town with four open streets and tight alleys due to the closely built cottages and shacks. The rainstorm in the town raged on as the wind wailed, keeping everyone locked inside their homes, the only light emitted in the town excluding the flashes of lightning, was from a tavern just before the harbour. In the bar room Elroy was seated, having a drink with Lukas, Mira, Karin, Jake and Hector; a pale chubby fellow, having thin black hair and the looks of a teenager. All together they make team five of the Seekers squad as told Elroy by Mira, a squad dedicated to fight demons. There are ten teams in total, having five members each, but three were lost to a rank two demon, as classed by the Commander of the Seekers Squad. “Alright Elroy, you have met every member of Team five,” said Mira. “A nice team indeed,” Elroy replied. “Mira will fill you in on other things once we board the ship to Ramenia," Lukas assured. "She did mention the fact that you want in
The Waste Lands, hell on earth, the nature of this doughty landscape. It’s the only place ever known to allow crime prevail in its full potential; there are four towns in this desert land, separated by a day’s ride. Each town has its head but under the lord of the Waste Lands, Goru Sein, a ruthless man with no regard for human life. A cart carrying a large steel cage holding a group of battered prisoners trots through the gates of Slavers task, moving along the wide open street leading towards the town square. Slavers task is one of the towns in the Waste lands, warded by Rose Nigel, like the other towns, Slavers task is enclosed in a spherical shape by a large palisade. However, this very town was sour to the sight, the inner walls were old and ready to collapse at the loudest bang, the well at the entrance was home to flies, there were no trees neither birds flying around, the surroundings harboured various waste, the town was literally dead. The tents and shacks weren’t in good s
At the deep of night - Slavers task drew silent, the only sound heard were the lashes coming from a cottage in the north section of the town. In the cold, dank, empty room, Elroy let out a squeal to every whiplash tearing out his flesh. Not much he could do even if he wanted to, his hands were shackled together which hung from the ceiling, Elroy had endured the torture for five months; the first three months were hell, he cried his eyes out, begging as the whip lashed life from him - the only thing keeping him sane was the thought of killing Orlanda Ramsey; he took each pain as a training to kill his emotions. "I can see the whips have gotten used to you," Rose spoke with a heavy breath then tosses the whip aside. "That's good," she walks up front to Elroy, "now we can move on to phase five." Rose punched Elroy several times, it was a different torment entirely, each blow to his face took his breath - sending cold chills to his throat, he couldn't scream or cry out neither could he
In a wholly dark room Elroy lay on the cold floor, stripped of his clothes, bruised and bloody. Beside him stood Rose, selecting from various sizes of knives on the torture table; no matter how strong his mind was, there's a breaking point for every man - it has been seven months now and the torment grew stronger, Elroy was losing every sense of his being, he could barely speak nor lift a finger. "Shall we begin phase nine baby doll?" She squats before Elroy. "You've got potential baby doll, I may actually consider making you my next in command and lover if you survive to phase ten." After a brief chuckle she lifts Elroy's head by his hair then whispered into his ear, "I'll carve my name in your heart that it sparks fear the moment you hear it," she licks the blood dripping down his cheek. "You taste like death already, don't worry it won't kill you." "Please." Elroy mumbled with all he had. Infuriated by Elroy's words, Rose slammed his head on the floor then stepped on his face wi
The eastern wind braces its strong apparel on an evergreen cliff, seated by the steep flat edge was twenty-one year old Elroy, admiring the large Southern kingdom, Sofixt; Separated from the bottom of the cliff by a lake. It has been three years since his rescue from Slavers task, it took some months to recover his shape and mental alertness - Aria made sure of that, always interested in Elroy, most especially taking care of him yet Elroy didn't mind her one bit, his aim was clear; hone his skills, become more experienced, track Orlanda Ramsey down and put the souls of Linda and Luna to rest. And how far he was already, being a new member of the Morning star didn't stop Elroy, he had taken down several men in the main Southern lands and mid-southern lands that ruled in wickedness and enslaved others. The highest feat he accomplished so far was taking down a terrible bandit gang that terrorised the main Southern lands, earning him the name 'Shadow of Ruins' for he was swift and his re
At the top of a gorge four figures clad in brown cloak trots their horses under the scorching sun towards a compound not far from their position. "Why in the world would you let Elroy go alone Malachite." Taven fumed. "I'm sorry Tav, but his eyes were intense, I couldn't say no." "Well he better be fine when we get there." Aria anticipated. "Why does he always have a death wish?" Taven complained. On getting to the entrance of the compound four dead men drenched in their blood lay there, the gates were wide open and the sound of clashing blades echoed out. Taven alongside Aria and Malachite quickly dismounted their horses then hurried into the compound drawing their swords. What they witnessed was striking, several dead Soldiers were littered around, in front of the only two level cottage Elroy faced four Soldiers, deflecting and evading their attacks with his special long knife and Falchion sword. Avoiding the tip of his opponent’s sword by an inch to his neck Elroy quickly plu
It was a pitch black hour in the waste lands, the gates into Goru Sein's town was wide open, manned by four guards; within the inner section of the town, other guards patrolled about holding torches. At an instant, four figures clothed in brown hooded cloak overpowered the four guards at the gate from behind then slit their throats before dragging them to the corners of the creaking wooden wall of the town. They continued into the town welding bows, followed behind them were the elite team of the Morning Star - Taven, Elroy, Malachite, Aria and Jacob, their hoods party veiled. "Stand guard and plan our escape Aria, in case things go sideways." Taven proposes. "Don't slack on us if it comes to that." Elroy added "Sure love," Aria assured with a wink. "Don't push your luck miss." Jacob interrupted. Taven hurried into the town alongside Elroy, Malachite and Jacob. As they trended through the main streets of the town, the bodies of the town guards laid in hidden corners with arrows p