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Lightning strikes again outside as a muskrat speeds on all fours from a dark cavern in the highs of the mountains. A troll screeches just a few hundred yard beyond a patch of sour-root and a clump of trees. The sky flashes red. Overhead, the squaks of birds can be heard as the argue the gossip of the day. An explosion out to seas brings swallows of all shapes and sizes to flight as the rain pours on. Somewhere out east where a well known ogre den exists is the stomping of steel shod boots as a party of blood hungry adventurers make their way into another ferocious battle. Lightning strikes again, only a few yards away as the thunder is ear splitting to any mortal ears. Just inside the cavern, a fire burns and the smell of roasting boar makes it's way into the sky. A pack of wolves slowly gather outside the entrance gaping at the smells. But a wolf has a very keen mind as it does an eye. A wolf would not enter to challenge another for it's catch of the day. And the being that makes it's home here; this other, is not one to challenge. Thus is the fact proven by a decorative mobile of corpses at the front "gate" of this habitat. A gate mostly consisting of skulls and spears. Somewhere off in the distance; perhaps the city of Moorgate itself; a clock strikes midnight.
A Dark knight with flaming eyes paces back and forth at the rear of the cave; worn from erosion. In his hand is a sword, obsidian in nature, with a serrated edge.
With a piercing gaze he paces; such a gaze is the type that would ruin lives in an instant.
"What can be done? I have tried everything!!!"; His voice booms in the shakey cavern like an explosive fed too little fuse.
"I cannot kill her! I cannot kill Clarity!!!"; The wolves scatter as they realize they could be his next meal if they so much as breath; a keen mind, a keen mind.
"I have tried poisen! I have tried assassination! Explosives! Infernal flame! Plauge! Death touch! Nothing!!! Nothing works!!!"; purely a madman in nature; purely such a tortured, corrupted, soul that nothing will shame it and nothing will stop it.
The knight's voice calms as he slows his racing heart. Just in the distance a crow howls into the black of night.
"What will kill this fair maiden; she is the only thing in my way. A clever young lady but a prideful one. She will make a mistake."; but his thoughts turned to shouts as he boomed and rampaged on.
"But then will i be able to destroy her?!?!? Her?!? The one that plauges my life?!? The one that has taunted me, dispised me, poked me, disturbed me, and corrupted me in my sleep?!? I WILL HAVE REVENGE HERE ME!!!"
The cry from the crow grows louder as more crows gather near this disrupted place. Such is the stuff of fairy tales and scary stories.
"But then........then what can i do.......I must think......I am of course the son of Chrisbo."; And that was it. There is was. But could it be? Could such an evil be formed from such a valient knight and paladin? If not what could do this? Is this just a vagabond or does he speak true?
"Curse ye Chrisbo for thou hath destroyed me. YE HAVE MURDERED ME!!!"
Curiouser and Curiouser, the crows boom now, in sequence at a single time. The crys and moans from the ragged and evil-stricken foul ring out in the stormy night sky. Then.....all is calm.....All is silent. The sky flashes red again. The beams of evil pierce the cavern as a red haze rises from the soggy marsh ground of the very cavern that the Dark thing calls it's own. A shadow.......tis what is must be. A human, who is it? There before the knight floats a mage spirit in all it's evil. Enter the wicked one. Enter the second Immortal of Senturium.
"Spirit.....what want ye......"
"To destroy the indestructible, one must simply destroy it's habitat. Then one succeeds."
"And who might ye be in the name of all wicked?"
"I am the wicked one! I am the ultimate! I am the Unmatched!"; the spirits voice began to grow louder and louder until the dark knight himself was on the ground, quaking in his boots.
"I am Uli..."
"Ulius....."; The knight's body turned pale. "I th-thought ye were d-dead!"
Ulius snickered. The knight knew that Ulius was undefeatable but he stood very still and did what he must to ammuse him. And Ulius was ammused. His piercing stare turned to almost a smile, but not quite.
"If you wish to destroy the undestroyable, simply destroy everything around it." Ulius seemed confident with his one track mind. But one track or not, it would happen. One would be very foolish to attempt the murder of an immortal so powerful as he that destroyed worlds.
"What are ye suggesting Ulius....? That we annhilate The mainland?!? Ha...."
"That is precisely what i am suggesting! And i can do it too.......If......If'n ye help me........MORTAL........" The shimmering image of Ulius grew more intense and red as he got more and more angered. What else could Herod do? He was only a mortal and, though a chaos paladin, hardly enough for Ulius.
"Alright......but what need ye of me first?"
"I need ye to go the mystic world of Senturium, far far far away to the northwest. As soon as ye get to the Island there due northwest, ye shall land on the island and chant the name: "Arctidus" thrice." Ulius shuddered at the name,
"Then head again due south east....... Ye shall see it where cosrin lies now. Just repeat the pattern to return."
"And Ulius...."; Herod's look was one that was skeptical.. "How do i get there?"
"Use this..."; Ulius waved his hand and an ion stone appeared in Herod's hand. HErod nearly dropped it as he was not expecting it but caught it.
"Just activate it as ye would any other.......ye shall see. But i dare not tell ye what it does now or Arctidus will hear..."
"Who be that spirit?"
"Hush MORTAL or ye shall be burning at the stake. GO!!!!!!!!"; Ulius' image exploded in a violent flurry of fire and brimstone that soon formed into millions and millions of jet black crows, scattering and flying every which way..... Herod was left in the dark, his fire burnt out. Somewhere, a wolf howled in the background. The sky flashed red again.