Prologe

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1213, Avalon - City of Diagao

Voices echoed and rebounded off the walls of the castle it's stone and marble beauty tainted with the brutality of war. King Diagao gazed out the window, his heart sinking to see the courtyard stained red with rivers of blood, his people's blood.

The Creator has cast him out, her graces no longer favoring him and his people. He moves swiftly towards the table where the last of his royal guard await his orders, taking a slow look at what is left of his guardians. A young, petite woman with hair the color of ice and the face of an angel. Beside her sits a large, burly man with dark hair stroking his overgrown beard in thought. Two more men stand side by side, brothers awaiting the orders to dispatch their unique gifts; their blood lust evident as the stench of fresh blood wafts up into the room. Another young man with blue eyes and golden blonde locks is comfortingly brushing the hand of his bride, her eyes a deep sea green and hair as red as the rivers below. Her hand rests lovingly over her large belly, her eyes cast down at the floor. The last at the table is a willowy old crone with graying hair and white, pupil-less eye. Her long boney fingers playing with the necklace of teeth & bones hanging from her tiny neck.

"Diagao!" a voice calls as the doors to the throne room are opened. A tall man with long flowing gold hair paraded across the space, followed closely by a band of five women all dressed in black leather, intricate tattoos adorning their faces. The swirls of black by their right eyes and that spin out in various directions across their cheeks. Marks to show who they are and brands which signify to whom they belong. 

"Kain" the Kings look trailed over his attire. Kain stood tall in loose fitting pants and a white dress shirt with a dipping V to reveal his marred chest. A spider web like scar trailed across his left cheek bone and down his neck, dipping as far as the eye could see into his shirt below. His eyes, the piercing color of liquid gold; bore into the King as he came to stand by the table.

"We need to move Diagao, what is left of my forces cannot hold them off any longer. I don't know how they learned of Malckna or how it affects us but we need to leave this place." Kain's gaze turned to the table before him, taking in all the faces he had come to know, and even love.

"Your wrong!" the bearded man called out slamming his fists onto the table, his thickly, accented voice bellowing out in anger. "We need to stay and fight! This is our home and I'll be damned if I'll bend over and lye down while the mundane try to over rule us!"

"Kain is right" the frail girl said moving to stand beside him; "We need to leave. What good will we be to our people if we die?." The room erupted into disagreement as the group bickered against each other.

"Dorrian is right, we need to get down there and tear the humans, limb from fucking limb" the two brothers agreed from their spots by the table, their eyes glazed over with blood lust.

"Tear them apart how?" the blonde man asks standing beside his pregnant wife. "Afila is pregnant, you two have lost your strengths, Dorrian can no longer wield the power of the earth. Milna, your abilities to have been striped, I can not shift, we are useless. The only person left with powers is Zolka, and she is too frail and old to do anything" he yelled. His anger growing as the fight progressed.

"Who are you to give us orders" Kain accused pointing to the blonde; "Amon, you are not king, nor will you ever rule over me! I am here out of a favor for Diagao no more and no less. If you think that screwing and impregnating the king'a daughter gives you the right to bark orders than you are more confused than I thought. Your nothing but a low grade slade who's shifting is amature at best"

"Enough!" the room fell silent as a loud bang emanated over the room, magic dancing like electricy over everyone. The crone stood clasping her scepter made of bones. The stem was composed of a femur and a tib-fib bone with the top a small skull from a child. Zolka walked slowly to stand beside the king, her frail and bent body moving with the awkwardness that only an old woman can possess. Standing as tall as she could beside Diagao her blind eyes looked forward while her magic gazed upon everyone equally.

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⏰ Last updated: May 06, 2013 ⏰

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