Role

Chapter 2

His father having long ago passed away from a wasting
disease, he lived with his mother, with whom he was close.
While their tranquil spot near a stream in the Vale was by
no means untouched at times by darkness, it was still a
shock when a dark man with dark intent came to their door
one autumn evening. Amatrysti had just returned from his
training when he seen the man force his way into their
dwelling, shoving his mother to the floor as she defiantly
tried to block his access.

Blood pumping and battle rage rising, Amatrysti charged.
The man turned with the speed and grace of a wild cat
and bludgeoned the young elf, the head wound dropping
him quickly to the ground. In the groggy darkness, the
image of the man's face came to him. A human. From his
weapon, the souls of the slain howled, begging to be freed.

The sounds of his mother's wrenching cries brought him to.
The dark knight apparently thought him dead for he had his
mother on the floor, straddling her. He tore at her gown, his
hands and teeth ripping flesh and cloth. He paid no heed to
Amatrysti lying upon the ground. The young elf tried to rise.

The man turned to regard him at the sound. He stood and
began to saunter over to Amatrysti. From outside came the
sound of footfalls. The door burst open and in came one of
his brothers, longsword flashing. The man caught the blade
with his mace, blackened and giving off a faint wailing sound,
and brought it back around in a dazzling, concussive blow to
the warrior's head. The skull shattered and blood sprayed.

Returning his attention to Amatrysti, he spoke, "So, lass. Ye
interested in seein' yer son fly? I bet'd be grand!" He then
punched Amatrysti in the face, causing him go black once more.