Torgothateria- Dark Nights of Shadows

Chapter 1 Dark Shadows of the Path

/((Sorry there are terms here you don't understand like Implacandaren and IO-02 but you will know soon, sorry lol))\

The luminous moon, Argoth shone brightly above the Grand Palace. A handful of shadowy figures approached the Palace, sneaking through the Path Of Destiny, where many heroes and villains alike had died in what seemed a long time ago. Flaming embers arose from the ground around this path made of purity and impurity. Deep, deep below the palace there was a great and ancient, powerful magic. It was what caused the apparitions to solely wander the Path. What caused the rifts to form in the sky and what caused the destruction. Fifty-five patrols of five wondered the path, protecting it incase of raids or assaults.
These patrols were outfitted with; sharpened iron swords, polished iron armour along with a quivers of arrows and Implacandaren bows.

The figures slowly crept, they came across a new patrol who where shocked to say the least, the figures covered their mouths and slit their throats. After this was done the figures drained them and suddenly they dissipated. Soon after thirteen patrols were dead and well gone, these monstrous figures were but a few hundred meters away from the Palace.

A renowned and battle-hardened hero emerged from the gate of Destiny after the patrol messengers had not arrived. This hero was a mighty paladin who had fought in the third battle of Azzinoth, the two most recent battles of Implacandar, the siege of Northguard and many others. He was the leader of the Reformed Hand of Life and the grand marshal of the Royal Army, he was Grand Marshal Justicar. His gold-plated armour shone, not because of its surrounding light but the armour drew light from the pure soul of Justicar. His mighty steed came from Narcoth and it too shone with its own purity.

These dark demonic figures continued to the gate, they had not yet seen the paladin. Justicar and his four elite templars from the order rode roughly twenty meters from the gate, they focused intently on finding whatever was out there. Justicar could sense an evil presence lurking towards him. He raised his hand towards them, then " Ro Sai Ki" a burst of light came shooting out of his hand. His skin was as bright as Asvath the god of the stars.

One of these figures was hit by this dazzling light, bursting into nothingness feeding to the magic below. The others saw this and instantly knew they were outmatched, the four paladin templars behind Justicar also did this, though not a chance as powerful as Justicar's it would get the job done. Two others were hit by this amazing show of force bursting at once, only one was left of the four here. He certainly could not run, but he could fight back. This one was a Deathbringer therefore he was obviously more powerful than the Shadow-Stalkers. He opened his devilish mouth, in less than a slight moment pure darkness came bursting in a show of raw power towards the paladins.

This time Justicar did not bother shouting out what he was doing, he simply let the completely pure energy flow through him to his outstretched arm and into his hands. This time a blinding light come forth obliterating all evil in its path, this demon stood no chance against Justicar's mighty and glorious power.
"Send word to the King of what happened. I will wait until morning before I begin the investigation, also tell the IO-02 we were attacked, I'm sure they would like to know."

Silgoth (the sun) rose from the darkness and called forth a new day. The messenger from the templars had arrived at the gate to the inner sanctum of the castle where the King sat upon his grand throne watching over his glorious kingdom. "Tell them to cease operations in the area we can't risk any information lea-..." The king explained as he was interrupted. The templar knelt down and explained to the king what happened. "What? Shadow-walkers and a Deathbringer?! I had thought they died along with the death-cults of southern Torgothateria..." The king queried. " My lord" Froscas began," You do remember what happaned at the elven city
of Nul'Zahnin when we attacked it?" King Arthon traversed his mind for a moment then he remembered what he was talking about, nodding his head. "Perhaps these were summoned by that sorcerer who leaded them, or perhaps they come from Azzinoth."

"Indeed my Lord, perhaps we should take 'precautions'." Froscas continued.
" My Lord, I will not stand for this, I will not let the people be slaughtered like you father commanded! Justicar denounced.
The king rested his weary head on his fist. " I will not repeat the actions of my father.... Unless absolutely necessary."
Justicar looked up with shock and fury " It will never be necess-"
"Silence Justicar, I am sure I will never do it, unless the whole kingdom's life is at stake."
Froscas smiled," Wise words your excellency."

The council adjourned,  Justicar hurried to the Grand Chapel of Light. He summoned his own council, the leaders of the branch factions within the Reformed Hand of Light. They all agreed that the words were dark and foreshadowed dark times ahead.

The streets were asleep and the alleys were waking. Black market deals and any other crime you could think of was being talked about, planned. Stray animals hid, waiting for a street critter to walk past. Nobles plotted and the King thought to himself.
He had only said what he did so not to anger Froscas however in doing so it enraged Justicar. The King stood up, shoulders leaning forward with the weight of the kingdom rested upon them. He dragged his feet to his 'quarter's' door. He stepped outside and looked to the end of the corridor.
"We all have our time for rest, yours may be a little early your highness."