08-01-2018, 03:57 AM
Revan collapsed in a pool of his own blood as the creature regurgitated him onto a cold hard stone floor. He looked up only to see his sword clank down in front of him as it too was removed from the creatures gullet.
Revan struggling, slowly pulled himself up realising he was in a dark throne room with torches ignited with cold blue flames of dark energy that faintly provided enough light to see.
“Revan, are you ok?” Kyra said grasping his arm and helping him to his feet.
“How are we alive?” Revan asked expecting them to have all died in that horrible battle.
“I suspect we will soon find out.” Lord Kalvak spoke seemingly having also been spared a cruel end.
“As far as we know our forces are dead, but for some reason we have been spared.” Kyra seemed to mourn the loss of her troops as she looked away hiding a single tear.
“Child, there is no reason for tears.” came a loud voice that echoed through the room drawing the attention of the three survivors.
A thick fog suddenly came over the throne blocking it from their eyes, as quickly as it came it began to dissipate revealing a darkened form behind it now seated on the stone throne. Revan looked over the revealed figure as the last of the smoke vanished revealing a pale corpse clad in fine made armour and a light blue cape.
“No, you’re dead!” Kyra yelled at the figure.
“Who is he?” Lord Kalvak asked moving to hold Kyra from doing anything foolish.
“I am Viscount Vincenz Asmouth, rightful ruler of Snowhold and now of course Midred.” the figure looked curiously toward Revan as if Revan was something particularly new to him.
“Snowhold?” Revan asked wondering just what this thing was referring to.
Kyra let out a sigh as she began explaining.“It was a mountain settlement not far from Midred, used to be an ally
except it became brutish and enjoyed war, however they bit off more than they could chew and before Midred’s reinforcements could arrive the entire city had just vanished into thin air.”
“Midred chose our fate, they decided that we were too violent, when the attack upon us came it was simply good fortune.” the Viscount spat angrily.
“So what happened?” Revan inquired not believing it was normal for a city’s people to simply disappear.
“We, have ascended beyond death!” the Viscounts voice rose to new height at his chance to boast.
“In the mountains my men and I discovered a slumbering threat that would have destroyed us all, but I also discovered secrets pertaining to immortality, I chose to have my people and I transcend and bring vengeance upon those that would do us wrong.”
“Why attack Theguris and the Orc settlement, they did nothing wrong.” Revan spoke back not wanting to hear the excuses for why this tragedy was right in some way.
“It was for the greater good, I required new bones to fuel my army for the beast soon awakens to consume us all.”
“The beast?” Revan asked not having expected to have so many new questions.
“A beast dwells in the mountains and has been building up its power for some time, it will bring with it a great plague that would destroy all of Camelot if unchecked.”
The Viscount seemed to ponder for a moment longer his next words. “I have no qualms with the three of you, join me and help me save our people, and then I will leave Theguris and the surrounding lands in peace.”
“I am a warrior dedicated to the extermination of your kind, I refuse to betray my oath.” Lord Kalvak said glaring at the Viscount.
“You speak only lies Vincenz.” Kyra spoke determined to not give into the evil before her.
“You are a prime, surely without ties to these lands you know what I did was ultimately necessary?” the Viscount asked Revan directly gazing upon the more mysterious hooded warrior.
“I know what it’s like to want to protect others Viscount, but by attacking innocents you’ve gone too far.” Revan was quite sure his words had condemned himself to death but he could not accept this creatures offer.
“I suppose it would make you happy to know that you are not the only ones that have come to bring me death, even now an army approaches under the banner of a General of King Aragorn and a foolish Count.”
A mist formed at the motion of the Viscount’s hand and swirled as an image materialised showing simple blue and white soldiers marching accompanied by the kingdoms ornately armoured forces.
Revan struggling, slowly pulled himself up realising he was in a dark throne room with torches ignited with cold blue flames of dark energy that faintly provided enough light to see.
“Revan, are you ok?” Kyra said grasping his arm and helping him to his feet.
“How are we alive?” Revan asked expecting them to have all died in that horrible battle.
“I suspect we will soon find out.” Lord Kalvak spoke seemingly having also been spared a cruel end.
“As far as we know our forces are dead, but for some reason we have been spared.” Kyra seemed to mourn the loss of her troops as she looked away hiding a single tear.
“Child, there is no reason for tears.” came a loud voice that echoed through the room drawing the attention of the three survivors.
A thick fog suddenly came over the throne blocking it from their eyes, as quickly as it came it began to dissipate revealing a darkened form behind it now seated on the stone throne. Revan looked over the revealed figure as the last of the smoke vanished revealing a pale corpse clad in fine made armour and a light blue cape.
“No, you’re dead!” Kyra yelled at the figure.
“Who is he?” Lord Kalvak asked moving to hold Kyra from doing anything foolish.
“I am Viscount Vincenz Asmouth, rightful ruler of Snowhold and now of course Midred.” the figure looked curiously toward Revan as if Revan was something particularly new to him.
“Snowhold?” Revan asked wondering just what this thing was referring to.
Kyra let out a sigh as she began explaining.“It was a mountain settlement not far from Midred, used to be an ally
except it became brutish and enjoyed war, however they bit off more than they could chew and before Midred’s reinforcements could arrive the entire city had just vanished into thin air.”
“Midred chose our fate, they decided that we were too violent, when the attack upon us came it was simply good fortune.” the Viscount spat angrily.
“So what happened?” Revan inquired not believing it was normal for a city’s people to simply disappear.
“We, have ascended beyond death!” the Viscounts voice rose to new height at his chance to boast.
“In the mountains my men and I discovered a slumbering threat that would have destroyed us all, but I also discovered secrets pertaining to immortality, I chose to have my people and I transcend and bring vengeance upon those that would do us wrong.”
“Why attack Theguris and the Orc settlement, they did nothing wrong.” Revan spoke back not wanting to hear the excuses for why this tragedy was right in some way.
“It was for the greater good, I required new bones to fuel my army for the beast soon awakens to consume us all.”
“The beast?” Revan asked not having expected to have so many new questions.
“A beast dwells in the mountains and has been building up its power for some time, it will bring with it a great plague that would destroy all of Camelot if unchecked.”
The Viscount seemed to ponder for a moment longer his next words. “I have no qualms with the three of you, join me and help me save our people, and then I will leave Theguris and the surrounding lands in peace.”
“I am a warrior dedicated to the extermination of your kind, I refuse to betray my oath.” Lord Kalvak said glaring at the Viscount.
“You speak only lies Vincenz.” Kyra spoke determined to not give into the evil before her.
“You are a prime, surely without ties to these lands you know what I did was ultimately necessary?” the Viscount asked Revan directly gazing upon the more mysterious hooded warrior.
“I know what it’s like to want to protect others Viscount, but by attacking innocents you’ve gone too far.” Revan was quite sure his words had condemned himself to death but he could not accept this creatures offer.
“I suppose it would make you happy to know that you are not the only ones that have come to bring me death, even now an army approaches under the banner of a General of King Aragorn and a foolish Count.”
A mist formed at the motion of the Viscount’s hand and swirled as an image materialised showing simple blue and white soldiers marching accompanied by the kingdoms ornately armoured forces.