A dishevelled man in torn leather armour, who was covered in blood both his own and the dark blackish blood of the shadow creature a helish combination of man and beast. He burt into a a large open room and barred the door shut behind him, "elders the enemy have breached the inner defences its only a matter of time befor..," his sentence was cut short as he braced the door behind him and something slammed in from the other side violently.
"quickly you much finish the spell," the three remaining elders look towards the small red gemstone in the center of them inside a large pentagram on the floor and they all began to chant in unison, "Kol vas revan tol, Kol vas revan tol, Kol vas revan tol," as the chanted there eyes began to glow, there voices took on a otherworldy tone and the very air around there began to vibrate.
In aw of this scean the warrior guarding the door let his atention slip for a second and the door exploded inwards sending him flying across the room with a large chunk of wood embedded in his chest and a trail of blood so thick and red there is no way he can still be alive. As the splinters settled from the explosion a man dressed in black armor walked through the now doorless doorway and noticing the three mages let out a snort, "quickly stop the...".
He was cut short as cracked of bluish energy began to form on the mages and in an instant they exploded using all there magic even the lifeblood magic for this one spell. Finally as the room settled the man in black armor noticed that the pentagram on the floor had disappeared along with the gem in the center.
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Rakada: The Ancient Order
FantasyLife was normal for Taison well as normal as any life could be for a young orphan. It was filled with the constant hunt for food and the need to rescue a little brother who had a knack for finding himself in trouble. That was however until one faith...
