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Chapter I :  The Beginning

The 11 men looked down at the map that lay on the round marble table, some where human, some elven some even not like anything you would see in your life, they had come from all corners of this world....

The men were lead by Revenge of the Earthian tribe, they where in his castle, in the city of Lithron, in gaze at the map that held legends in its blotched ink and drawings, The Map of Asroth

And so the Men of Asroth were born...
" The map will show us the way to the almighty ' Sword of Asroth ' used by the king of Asroth hundres of years ago , legends were great about this, some stating it brought eternal life, some say who ever holds this sword cannot die, some that said whoever weilds this swords could bring forth the 700 asroth soldiers who defended against the vast horde of nearly 10,000 men that asaulted the city before its demise" splutered Revenge

The others could not take there eyes off the parchment.... the legends engulfed their eyes, Revenge took it off the table and into his sack that he carried always with him, no one could prise away what he had in there

" And so it begins my friends" Revenge spoke as the men held there weapons towards the large engraved ceiling in the castle

" What say you ! "

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*Killstone steps in before big brawls come out*

"Now, now, people, Lets not fight over who shall recieve the sword when we find it. A sword this great will not come easily to us. I am sure we will meet great perils along the way and some of us may die. We need to work together and share the rewards amongst all of us!"

*Looks at revenge*

"What must we do to find this great treasure?"

[Im a elf also.]

[ Get posting people ]

1. Me
2. Might the god of cows
3. Killer
4. Atreides
5. Killstone The Exploiter
6. Gaius Aureliae
7. Cephorus Septim IV
8. Demonic Shezmu
9. Erunion Telcontar
10. Verll
11. Xiax
12. Xanatos Chivalier

*Might sees Shezmu talking to everyone in the dark. Might walks over to Shezmu.*

"Oh Great Demoniz Shezmu, My family has worshiped your kind for many years and I think me and you have the same objectives."

[None of yous can hear this!]

Killer you couldn't hear it.

Right Im going to take over Erunion quickly

" We head west towards the town of Rembuntain, I have some friends their we can stay with and get some west, theres a quick way though but we must pass through the forest of Garhh"

" Sounds like a plan my friend" replied Revenge

" Be ready to man your horses or Transport , we head west at dawn " proclaimed Revenge

*hears about the need for horses*

*goes into the town and buys the whitest fastest horse there was capable of running up to speeds of 15 miles per hour and able to run for 8 hours before tiring*

I shall be ready to leave by dawn

*Gaius appears from the shadows*

"Dark spirits do not need horses. I´ll be riding the shadows and the night."

CHARACTER

Name: Siegfreid

Race: Archdemon

Age: 16, aging process halted as a human, actually in his late 50s.

Height: 6 foot  , as Archdemon, 7 feet.

Weight: 150 lbs, as archdemon, 200 lbs.

Class: Swordsmen/Acolyte leveled Necromanter as Human as Archdemon Necromantic magic and Broadsword user.

Appearance: Short, medium build, and Asiatic skinned, he has black hair and black eyes, with noticable fangs. His face has three major scars; one over his eye, one across his face from the right to the left diagonal line, one on his cheek. His armor is made of Blackmetal, only forged in the Dark Lord's realm.

Archdemon: A large dragon like beast with opposable thumbs and wears its own suit of Blackmetal armor. But this one specificlly designed to protect the wings alone, while his body only has a chain-mail. He has a wingspan of 18 feet when opened and talons.  His scales are dark red with black stripes, with red eyes.



*beep*nal:

Blackmetal Armor: Forged in the Dark Lord's laboratories deep in the earth, hardened steel infused with dark magic, almost as strong as dragonscales. It's drawbacks are its weight, which almost all of Sigfreid  strength goes into supporting its weight. While it was a complete set with pauldrons and other parts, Sigfreid has shed some of the parts to make him more limber.

Retribution: A sword that was created when Sigfreid completed a favor to a demon blacksmith. It looks quite normal except for the fact that it one side has a giant wolf mark and it’s hilt is made out of blood diamonds gained from the death of innocents and stores extra dark energy should he need a recharge. Though it may not look like much it is made out of obsidian a rather strong metal.

Malition: When Sigfreid enters his Arch-demon form the sword he carries becomes more malicious. The sides become longer and more ragged until the sides becomes protruding hooks to cause as much pain as possible. The hooks quite literally catch in someone’s skin and rips it away not a pleasant way to go. This one is also quite heavy but Sigfreid is strong enough to carry it.

Arch-demon: In his Arch-demon form, Sigfreid can bend shadows to his will and forge dark iron spikes from shadows. He is impressively strong but can only use it when he feels truly threatened. It can also drain him of energy very  quickly.



Skills: Being trained as a weapon of the Dark Lord he has learned a lot of attacks both fair and evil.

Dark Powers: Being a servant of the dark lord he has learned all sorts of forbidden and evil but effective arts.


Other Weaknesses:

Prone to Light: Doesn't like Light element weapons, and they don't like him.

Necrolepsy: Prone to fall asleep at anytime.

Hated: On his arm is a tatoo pledging eternal loyalty to the Dark Lord. Most normal people don't like that and if anyone finds out about his loyalty. It is likely he will be run out of town or attacked.


Your lucky I didn't add the History to or this would have been even longer.

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As the meeting came to a close a single person did not get up in a hurry. Sigfreid wasn't even interested in getting up and starting this mission at least not yet, what interested him was the foolish arguements. Words spoken by an uncaring mouth told more about a person then actions ever could. Some of them were foolishly arguing about who would get a sword and were in awe of it's power. Their was a reason a sword of this power was hidden . Something of this power could be used to kill. After all a sword is deemed evil or good by it's user not it's power..... and more often then not greed and power would take over and the sword would become evil" thought Sigfreid. With this final thought Sigfreid stood up and walked by the map and glanced at it, memorizing as much as he could in case he needed to....split from the group. Sigfreid walked out the door without a second thought heading towards the stables to take an already provided for horse.

*Might mounts his dark feathered Griffon, Benjamin Baxter.*

"Lets ride. Or all you all afraid of the dark?"

*Gaiuses evil laugh gets into his companion´s hearths*

*Gaius gazes the horizon*

"We shall depart now. Later the signs won´t be as good. I see the sun rise!"

*Atreides gets on his awesome black horse that has awesome black armor*

"What are you fools waiting for? Let's go!"

Floating in the shadows, Gaius noticed Erunion didn´t stop observing him. "Elves...", he muttered. He had never liked that race, so full of light. But for now he wouldn´t say anything. The sword, the mighty sword of Asroth was ahead. And he would need all of these strange-looking companions to get it...

{Might, did I say that I have a slight limp, or that I am weak in my right arm, or that I am a light elf? I am a Naergothrendarin elf, and my specialty is fire, not light... Also, Dark elves can be good, and are often neutral. Have you ever heard of a good demon??? They're called angels... Now. You are classed with everyone else, one of the people who makes me class you guys as "Unsteady" You are a rogue, and a dark elf, so more likely to run off for your own ends than to maintain discipline or order, things that all Naergothrendarin's know are essential to victory in a battle, or in any type of fight. Without those, people die easily and missions are failed. Savvy?}

Sigfreid lead his horse out into the street.

The horse itself was dressed in Black Armor in fact it wasn't even a horse it moved as if it weren't alive and had some horrifying beauty to it it's lifeless body. Only the foulest of magiks could possibly bring to life such a creature. It held a sinister aura that seemed to fit perfectly with it's master.

As Sigfreid pulled the horse along he was suddenly stopped by a man that seemed to go berserk at seeing his face.

"YOU!" he shouted at Sigfreid.

"Yes me you fool now get out of my way" replied Sigfreid already knowing full well that he was probablly some crazed fool that had been heartstricken by the death of a family member that he had killed. But the man was getting attention of the rest of the people in the street and he would rather not kill everyone nearby.

So instead Sigfreid headed down an alley knowing that the man would follow and sure enough he did.

With a shout and a charge he came down at Sigfreid with a sword.

"Fool" whispered Sigfreid

His style is atrocious, leaving his whole body open like a thug Thought Sigfreid.

Sigfreids hand caught his wrist and spoke the last words the man would ever hear.

The alleyway was suddenly covered in blackness and a scream through the streets could be heard.

Sigfreid exited the alleyway and mounted his horse and began to move it at a swift trot while the crowd parted in a horrified silence.

Sigfreid's tatoo had become darker and slight amount of bloodlust had entered his eye's. But in only a blink of an eye the bloodlust was gone instead his eye's and face become emotionless nothing betraying what he had just don.

FInally Sigfreids reached his "companions".

*Septim sneaks a look at Shezmu.

"Hmmm...that's an interesting looking fellow..."

*Killstone mounts his horse and starts riding but falls behind to the back of the group*

some of these so called companions dont look too trust worthy i better keep an eye on them he thought

Riding through his companions shadows, Gaius notices neither of them seems to trust each other. "Divide and conquer... And they are already divided. This is something I hadn´t expected", he said to himself.