The Wandering Darkness [Open]

The large empty fields which radiated death and decay even a being that had no flesh and bone could sense this. A lone object moved through the barrens it radiated a odd black smog as it trudged through the ashen grounds. The object was in fact a very tall and slim man clad in a black suit of armor, it seemed to emanate a black smog from it. The being dragged a very large archaic looking blade behind him as he made his way through the barren land. He stopped to stare at the old rusted blades stabbed into the ground this was something he knew to well a scene of a epic and old battle. The armored being stopped near a large rusted sword which reminded him of something from his past.

The being grasped his head as he let out a large roar and slashed at the old rusted blade shattering it as soon as his blade connected. As the knight swung wildly in his mind images from a long forgotten battle stirred in his mind. A war that was his last when he was felled upon the battle field by a young king. After that it was all a blank until a voice could be heard saying "Bring forth destruction and death once again my dear black knight". As the memory faded the knight stopped swinging his blade like a madman and set it on his back as he began walking to the city to find out what has happened all these years.

~GM~

The Ashen fields of Draxia were a cursed place. Memories of anguish and battle still lingered..and often tales of ghosts and other hideous spectre spread like wildfire through the dark streets of Valmar. The main roads were mostly safe. Illuminated by lamps of magical fire..and constant patrols of the massive army of the Draxian Elite arms. The fields themselves were quite lawless..and barren. Beyond the main roads one's safety was in thier own hands. Tempting fate and destiny at all odds for the simple freedom of curiousity.

A small carriage was crashed along a old fortress.. .. the ancient castle was almost barely a recognizable structure anymore the various towers and pillars crumbled to meet the earth of Lorccan once more. The aged and ravaged stone and mortar cracked and scattered along the muddy ground. Its inner halls and rooms exposed like an open corpse for all to dissect. Among its remains several shadows scurried messily searching the old remains of the nearly picked clean war camp. Three beings cloaked in the shade of the barely standing castle walls were digging hastily through skeletal corpses.

The three thieves were mostly wearing thrown together mix and matched leather armor...crudely constructed.....and likewise poorly maintained...they wore tattered travel cloaks which had seen terrible misuse and were practically now useless for their intended design.

“Do you see anything Randy?”


“Nah Avery...this is all junk......” They were three bandits who had recently just escaped the oppressive streets of Valmar...and the ghastly battlefield was the perfect place to dare and venture for gold. Superstitious tales and general fear was enough to keep the general populace away from such a place but lawless vagabonds such as these knew no such thing as a closed door. Randy turned to the final figure gazing out the large open field through one of the main collapsed walls of the ravaged fortress. He looked up at the mystified partner in crime..and saw a total lack of interest.

“Geessss...... Hey Gorand.... you just gonna stare into space all day ..and look for shapes in the coulds...or are you gonna come over here and give us a GODDAMN hand you lazy lout~!!!! “Randy finished off his elegant sentence and threw a worthless wooden plate at the back of his spaced out confidents head. Gorand barely budged as the plate smack the back of cerebral cortex raising his hand to rub his wound....as he squinted out into the battlefield.

“H.....Hey Randy you see that?....... I think thats a Draxian knight over there......” Gorand was concentrating on the style of armor trying to determine what country he was from..by Draxia definitely made sense...what the heck was he doin all the way out here...

Avery stepped up beside Gorand as Randy grumbled and carried on throwing various trinkets into a large rugged sack.

“Hmmmm.... I haven't seen a draxian soldier that looks like that.......” They pondered calling out to the strange shadowy figure but for now merely observed ...gawking at his strange appearance. Ignoring their only “working” ally.

The ghastly knight continued his endless march until the sound of a voice calling out to him. He turned his head the demonic red glow coming from his visor glew brighter as he noticed from afar two people calling out to him. They seemed to be either hiding out in that decrepit castle or searching for stuff to loot. He looked to his side a old spear stabbed into the ground his hand grasped the spear ripping it from its earthy prison. He looked back to the people calling to him they were about fifty feet from his current position as he aimed down one he lifted the spear in a throwing fashion and sent it flying though the air it seemed to go faster than any spear a ordinary human could throw.

The spear ripped through the air as it neared its target, the man who seemed to be rubbing the back of his heads throat. With a sickening piercing noise and the sound of gargling the spear made contact. The man collapsed in agony as the old rusted spear pierced through his throat blood pouring from his mouth and the wound killing him in less than a minute. As the other man turned in horror seeing his ally be felled by a spear he turned back to see the demonic knight rushing towards him his sword dragging behind him. As the man was about to unsheathe his blade the knight was already upon him and with a flash of his blade the man who was trying to unsheathe his blade stood there looking to see the knight behind him. Blood spurted from his mouth as he looked down to see his lower half sliced clean through. He grasped his lower half as he slid away from it his entrails pouring on the ground. He let out a sickening noise before passing on only horror in his eyes.

The knight looked to the third person his blade still dragging on the ground he moved slowly to his target. Hoping this man will give him a challenge the knight spoke "Thief i need a challenge now face me" the knight said in a raspy voice as he stopped four feet from the man waiting on his response.

~GM~

There was moment of digust and horror..as both of his friends and allies fell in bloody heaps before his very eyes..... Randy knew he had to play it cool as this black sentinel ...this unjustified reaper of life stood before him. He did not meet the glowing visor glaring at him...Randy was looking at the ground....grinding his teeth...thinking of all the good times he and his comrades shared and how twisted Ansgar could be sometimes. The dark soldiers voice echoed the derelict castle ruins

"Thief i need a challenge now face me"


What the hell kinda thinking was this?!?.... a goddamn game...this was game to him~!... drawing a symbol on the ground quickly..his fangs bared as he screamed at the armored surrounded in black mass before him gathering all the strength and pitch his lungs could bare.

"THIS AIN'T NO DAMN GAMMMMMMMEEEE~!!! "

A bright flash flared from the symbol the thief hastily drew from the ground as the fractured stone formed into a large fist big enough to grip the knights whole body in the palm of its hand. The stable ground collapsing as it reached to grab the shrouded knight. Randy jumped back unsheathing his dagger and unsealing a pouch full of magical runes. His trips to the dwarven kingdoms had taught him much ....The massive golem arising sought to contain the knight...and crush him alive. armor and all. A confident smirk crossed Randy's face. Should he dodge his massive golem...it would still be 2 vs 1...and he had a lot more tricks up his sleeve.

"Alright Bastard....lets see what you got......"