Role

Chapter 3

The Taste of Blood
Added Thu Mar 18 19:40:59 2004 at level 23:

The rain poured as Kaeldran made his way towards Darsylon. On the tip of a
thief that seemed trustworthy, there were several creatures of darkness
slaughtering the innocent high elves. They were, as he was told, a necromancer
and two fire giants of the warrior's guild. In tow down the road behind Kaeldran
and the thief was a madly dwarf unwilling to accept the help of a shaman in
slaying a mage. So the group of two with the unlikely commisseration of the
third made their way as silently as possible towards the gates of Darsylon.
The thief, sneaking inside the city just long enough to ascertain whether the
defilers still desecrated the city, returned and nodded towards Kaeldran. The
shaman walked within range of his powers inside the city and tried to summon
the necromancer. The first try was with no success. Frustration burned on the
giant's neck. Concentrating harder, a second try met success. As the shaman
reared back to commune his wrath upon his victim necromancer, the vile creature
sent him to slumber. As maledictions were cast upon the sleeping giant's body,
the dwarf finally arrived. Rather than seeking to slay the mage who befouled
him, the dwarf instead turned his attack on the sleeping shaman, waking him
up. The shaman, blinded by the necromancer's spells, communed his blindness
upon the one who struck him, who in turn, fled. The thief, who had been waiting
for the most opportune time to strike did so against the drained death mage.
Kaeldran immediately followed suit in attacking his groupmate's enemy. Though
blind he was, his blows still landed tellingly. Within short time, the foul
creature fell. The giant brought down a blessing of sight unto himself once
more to see the deed done. The spray of blood upon his clothes awakened in him
his instinct to hunt and kill. At last, he had tasted a well-deserved victory.
The rest of the necromancer's party fled Darsylon, unwilling to face the wrath
of a blood-crazed giant shaman and a deadly thief. Kaeldran smiled to himself
as the thought of an imp smiling at him pervaded his thoughts.