Rain showering down onto the land, thunder clashing, lightning flashing arks across the sky. But all through this deafening noise, the cry and screams of people from a certain castle raises with every minute that passes. The sound of swords clashing and magic flaring into the dead of night couldn’t mask the scene that would soon come the morning be discovered by a traveling merchant and his band of guards.
Massacre, total annihilation.
While the castle blaze like a beacon in darkness, in front of the gates stood one lone man drenched in blood, his blade glowing crimson red. All around him, bodies laid by the hundreds, some belonging to the humans while others from the many of races in the land of Ithia ranging from elves, dwarves, orcs, and beastmaen. With a massive build ripple with muscles, the man stood at 6’0 with long black hair reaching his shoulders. A face that shows his experience on the ever ending battlefield, but even so it couldn’t mask his handsome features. Clad in only light clothing, you couldn’t have expected him to fell so many. From afar one cannot help but tremble from his presence, but upon closer inspections, cuts appeared all over his body, some light while some were so deep that you can see the white of his bones. Arrows protruding in his right thigh and left shoulder, he angry bellowed “WHY? WHY DID YOU DO THIS??!!!”
Evil laughter springs forth from the shadows “HAHAHA SPLENDED RICKTER, I didn’t imagine you surviving this long.” A man walked out with hands behind his back. The man a refine body tone at 5’8 dress in purple battle armor with a blood red cape attached from the shoulders, the sigma of a sword intertwine with snakes protruding outward on his left breastplate. Looking closely, you could see a tiny droplet of poison from its fangs. His helm in the shape of a snake protruding its mouth with fangs hanging out, a black visor covering his face shrouding him. “WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE THAT YOU WOULD BRING THIS KIND OF DEVISTATION ON MY PEOPLE???!!!!” Rickter howled.
“hehehe….hahaha…HAHAHA. There are so many that even I can’t count them all.” Replied the mystery man “But the one that tops it all is this: I…..hate….. yooooouuurrrr….. GUUUTTTTS!!!!!!! He screetched “THE WAY YOU LIVE, YOUR CODE OF HONOR, YOUR ACTIONS, THEY SICKEN ME TO MY CORE. A HERO BLAH.” He holds his stomach with one hand while the other covers his mouth.
Bewilderment crosses Rickter’s face “so you killed countless people and not only that, you sent your men to die?” The mystery man shrugs “hey people have done way worse for pettier reasons.” He slowly turns around toward the forest and walk away “oh, by the way they weren’t my man.” Laughter rings out while his figure slowly fades into the night.
“RRRRRRIIIIICCCCCCKKKKKTTTTTTTEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!” a strong voice roared.
Rickter turns sideways toward the valley to see a great built bigger than him with a face of a lion and body of a human don in grey armor. “King Leo?!!”
”why have you killed our men??!!!!!”
“I--”
Behind the king of the beastmaen stood other leaders including Liena queen of the elves elegant and beauty on no pare, short and stock barely reaching a human’s waist Thradre Fieryshoulder king of the dwarves, chieftain of the orcs Xarpug who has the same height as Rickter but uglier and buffer with lots of scars , and lastly king of the humans James Henders VI in his midthirties 5’7 in height with a lean body donned in golden royal armor. Suddenly the group’s armies slowly marched out, just staying five meters between their leaders, while a selected few went in front carrying shields erecting in front.
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“Please tell me it isn’t so Rickter?” King James looked sadly into Rickters eyes. “Please my arse, just look around the place, bodies everywhere. Lord Rickter though you’ve had my respect but by Tivdall’s glory this is too much!!” Thradre exclaimed “We heard that demeons have breached your castle so we sent a small army to help before reinforcements arrived, but this….” He seethed.
“Listen I--”
“No excuses. Killed Brethren. Prepare. DIEEEE.” Roared Xarpug
“There has to be an explanation for this lets listen to him.” Plead Liena “You’re too soft hearted Liena but you do have a point.” Declared King Leo “What do you have to say for your--”
Prink!!! Thunk!!
An arrow flew from behind Rickter hits directly in a beastmaen’s throat next to King Leo.
“grrahh--” audible words escapes his mouth before collapsing. “NOOOOO MY SSSSOOOONNNN!!!! Bellowed king Leo
“ATTTTTTAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!!” Screamed a voice within the army “IF WE DON’T DO ANYTHING HE WILL KILL US!!!!”
“No wai--” King James tried to say but it was futile.
“AARRRRHHHHAAAA” The army Rushed At Rickter.
After hours of endless screams the sound soon came to a stop. Standing on top of countless bodies stood Rickter in all his glory, with spears thrust in his body, half of his fingers missing from his right hand while his left arm was cut from the elbow. A sword embedded in his chest while his back showed severe claw marks. A bloodied Thradre limps forward and looks around “Is everyone still alive?” “Just cuts and bruises” Liena replied tiredly. Suddenly Liena screamed “HEALERS TO ME!!!” while she ran to a pile of bodies. She put in her best effort to move the bodies. “Liena what are yo-”Thradre was cut short by a gruff sound from below the piles which he realize is King Leo. The beastmaen was sprawled with a hole near his abdomen and a large gash on his chest. A bloody line running down his right eye reaching from his brow to his cheek “ump ga--” blood gushing from his mouth.
“Stop Leo conserve your strength.” Told Liena as she place a hand on his chest. She concentrate, squeezing any ounce of her mana to maintain his conditions before the healers arrive.
A sadden bloody James walked slowly while cradling his left arm “why did this have to happen?”He whispered. He looked towards Rickter, his friend, his comrade, his brother. By his feet laid the orc chieftain who was turned into a crisped. Hehe chuckled James “he has always been a genius in both the sword and magic.” Before his face turned sour, he looked directly at Rickter “go in peace, may Ithian shower you with her light.” James carefully used his right hand to close Rickter’s eyes before walking away. No one heard the hysterical laughing of a mad man as the shadow crept over his purple armor, sinking him to the ground showing no trace of anyone being there. A bow a few feet away crumbles to ashes.