Nithinel the Herald of War

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Chapter 3

His tryout next year goes better and he is upgraded to the tougher class. Where
the students are drilled about the evil of magic and how they shall seek to
destroy it every chance they get. Nithinel only encounter of magic so fare was
when he was in Arkham and a cleric that summon a soup from thin air and gave it
to him. It was the best meal he got that year. So he has a hard time finding the
reason for hating magic. His lesser ability with weapons still makes him get a
regular flogging by Thrym and he is finding going to class more and more a
penalty then a blessing as he did when he was young. At night he tries to
remember the world the cleric used to bring fourth the soup, it started as a way
of defying Thrym even though he was unaware of it. But the more Nithinel kept
trying the more he got intrigued by the though of being able to do magic.

One day, he is called to the ring to meet Thrym this time with sharp weapons,
Thrym with just a dagger but, Nithinel with both axe and shield. Even with the
weapon advantage he doesnt land a single blow. And every time he tries he gets
small cuts from the dagger. At the end he is growing tired again and stumbles
forward just as Thrym gets a slice in, this time opening up a cut from his mouth
to his right ear. Screaming of pain he is carried of to the ward and is treated.
After that he makes up his mind. Thrym is just an angry old man that likes to
hit young children and he decides that anywhere but here is a good place to be.

That night he packs a sack with some food and cloths and sneaks into the
training hall and picks up a spear and leaves the orphanage behind him. Vowing
to himself one day to return and slay Thrym using all the magic he can possibly
learn.

After a long journey Nithinel finds himself at the guild for dark knights in
Udgaard. Feeling pleased to be able to combine his battle skills with magic he
signs himself in as a member and starts his real training. His head still hurts
sometime after training but now he embraces the pain and takes it as a sign that
his powers are growing.

One day Thrym will regret he ever meet the sinewy little bird!

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Chapter 4

After some years at the orphanage Nithinel found himself getting accustom to the
lectures and the other children. When he was the age of 10 he was asked if he
wanted to join the warrior training under Thrym, being allowed to use weapons
even though it was just wooden ones was a prospect to good to pass up. And
Nithinel took the chance as quickly as he could.

The training was hard and even though he got well cooked food now Nithinel never
put on much weight, but some sinewy muscle started to show on arms and legs. But
bruises all over could also be seen, being smaller then most of the students he
often took quite the beating in the lesions and Thrym being one that disliked
weaklings didnt do mush to stop them, in fact Nithinel found him more
encouraging it.

At the end of his fourteenth year it was time to show your accomplishment and
get a decision whether or not you could join the tougher class. Thrym stands in
the circle leaning on his staff slightly as he waits for Nithinel to pick his
weapon. Picking up a wooden sword and a padded shield he goes up to the battle
court. At fist Thrym just parries all the attacks thrown at him and giving a
small battering in return, but not that quick and Nithinel gets his shield up in
time to deflect it. Some times the blow is too much for the little bird though
and he has to go down to his knees. It isnt long before sweetbreads starts
appearing on the forehead of Nithinel. Thrym then changes and starts throwing
attacks and Nithinel has his hands full parrying to the left and right using
both sword and shield, some of the blows are so hard he has trouble keeping the
shield and sword in his small hands. Feeling it is time to learn this weak bird
that if he does not improve he will be dead in real combat Thrym ups his pace
and then, a hit from the staff breaks through his defence and hits him hard on
the side of the head. He is flung off the battle court hitting the floor hard
and rendered unconscious.

After two weeks rest he feels good enough to join the training again. Not
getting an upgrade to the tougher class. Nithinel still finds himself getting
beaten by stronger kids. And his head hurts after a lot of exercise it feels
like there is some kind of pressure building inside the skull. Every night he
has a hard time going to sleep constantly getting nightmares.

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Chapter 5

Walking through the town square in Arkham Erin, a teacher from the orphanage in
Balator is confronted by a dirty child.
- Do you have any spare coins, dear Madam? Ask a young voice.
Looking down she sees a dirty young child with his hand stretched out, smiling a
toothless smile up at her. As she gets her coins out the noise of running feet
can be heard. And with in a second, Erin is on her back trying to fight off a
gang of eight children clawing at her necklace and pockets. Then just as quickly
as they came they suddenly stop and take off. Getting to her feet Erin just gets
a glimpse of one rounding the corner of the map store and running in to the ally
behind it. Quickly she starts jogging try and catch up. After some searching in
the ally she gets a glimpse of the childs feet hiding behind some old thrown out
tables. Checking to see that there is nowhere else to go Erin positions herself
between the exit and the child.
- I know you are behind the table, I can see you feet. Please come out so that
we can talk. I do not care about the coins or the necklace.
The feet quickly move so that they are no longer visible. But no response is
given.
- I just want to talk to you. I am from an orphanage and from what I have seen I
take it that you are one that might be in the need of some new clothes, food.
For a long wile nothing happens. Then slowly a head peeks out from behind the
table and takes one quick look then dashes back.
- Please let me help you. I mean you no harm. Look here. She throws some of the
coins she had in her boot on the ground close to the table. Take them. I assure
you I only wish to help.
Another minute goes by then slowly the head looks back out a dirty little face
with gray filthy hair hanging in front of the eyes looks at her while a quick
little hand gather up the coins, the gaze never leaving Erins.
- Why yu wana help me? a light young voice asks.
- I told you. I live and work at the orphanage in Balator. Taking care of
orphans is what we do.
- So what do yu want from me?
- I just would like you to follow me to Balator and we get you a meal and a wash
and if you like it you can stay.
The little face bits his lip and seems to be considering what to do. Finally a
decision is made.
- Ok, but you walk first, and Ill follow.
- Alright, if that is what you wish. And do you have a name dear?
- My name is Nithinel

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Chapter 1

It is late. A dripping from the drainpipes can be heard. Drip, drip.. The air
is fresh after the rain and the streets are empty. The clouds release a last
flash as they glide onwards towards the city of Arkham. As the flash is
released a hooded figure that hovers just above the ground can be seen. With
quick paces the figure moves towards the northern gate. Just as the guards
are about to close it he comes up to them and slips out of the city. Tonight
is the night. After many journeys and lots of research Nithinel has finally
found the power of barrier magic. Now he feels he has what he needs to
destroy the person that has been haunted him in his dreams for so long. The
warrior in front of the school looks up as he hears the words, 'grzzs', but
quickly slumps back down and sleeps. Standing outside the office of Thrym his
hands starts shaking. Is it anger or is it fear? A bit of both probably. He
steels him self and calls upon the pits of the abyss to grant him the lust of
blood. Glaring at the rods in his possessions they one after one starts to
glow and the magic wraps itself around him. The famility of preparing calms
him down a bit and he focus on what lays ahead. Entering the room Thrym looks
up and senses the magic around him and charges as him. Making the most of his
training Nithinel calmly spins his spear parrying the hits Thrym throw at him
then starts using his magic to blind and call forth diseases, weakening Thrym
as the fight goes on. Thrusting his spear he pierces is old teaches wile
throwing insults at him. Then with a final blast of ice and snow Thryms
lifeless body fall to the floor. Wiping of the blood of his spear Nithinel
makes himself invisible. Standing looking down at the corpse the tiredness of
the battle gives way and a feeling of satisfaction spreads through his body.
Not looking back he leaves the school and disappears.

The student has surpassed the teacher as is often the case. Thrym is dead but
the students are still out there and to kill the fools of the village will be
the next priority of Nithinel not until the ideas of Thrym has died is the
revenge complete.

There is still much magic to learn and many fools to slay.

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Chapter 2

Slowly the wind crept through the deserted city square, swirling up dust and
leaves in an erie dance. Pale moonlight cast long shadows of the dark wooden
buildings. At the edge of the square a single lantern could be seen
flickering in a three storied building. All it quite as a shady person
crosses the square gently floating just above the ground from shadow to
shadow. Quickly ducking through door under the lantern Nithinel enters the
library.
The lord or magic has told him to thinning the veil so since then he has
looked for information about the veil where ever he can find it. His research
has shown him that there is a band of fighters taking after Thrym and working
to destroy all the magic in the world. This band will have to be the main
target until his training makes him strong enough to venture to places where
the veil is weak and try to find a way to make it break through.