Post by Shadow Strider Wulfmane on Jul 7, 2014 0:12:46 GMT -5
Name: Astall Lucian Blackwolf
Nike names: Shadow Strider Fellenhand
Age: Unknown ( 127 years old but appears when can be seen 20)
Physical Description (3rd person): Mostly seen in a mesh of black leather armor over a cloak of black that at times appears to be almost living shadows. When he lets the hood of his cloak down he appears to be that of a young man in his early to mid twenty's, eyes of dark gray and one that is milky white with a long scar running over his eye from the tip of his hairline to his lower jaw. His darkened brown hair filled with strips of gray in its braided strands that is capped with a silver and gold wolfs head capped ending in a razor point at the end of said braid. Appears to be lean and wiry frame build body, but as said is almost always in his trademark blackened leather armor and black shadow cloak. His prize weapons that he is always seen with is his curved butcher like blade, his skinning long knife and the array of throwing blades hidden throughout his person, along with almost what seems to be a almost unlimited number of weapons, tools of his trade all to be mixed with his magic that makes him a Shadow Strider.
Special Talents: A master of bladed combat of all forms and that of even the most unconventional of improvised weapons preferring his blade Soul Hunter for its unholy gift of once it has a victims blood or flesh in its metal teeth he can follow them to the ends of existence. Poisons, assassination, disguise, and all the arts of a assassin but to the form of godlike stance. And as one of the ten living Shadow Striders he has knowledge of The Dark Gods Way and his personal and true calling is that of shadow mastery. Be it walking into one shadow and with a thought appearing in another across the city, summoning spirits composed of shadows, making weapons from darkness or using the shadows as a hiding place he is master of that and he is the only one to master it....besides his master of course
Guild/House/Organization: Souls Of The Reaping (The Harbingers Guild)
Position in Guild/Order/Organization: Head of the guild and right hand as well as voice for The Harbinger
History: To say there is little known about the later in life Shadow Strider would be a gross understatement. All that is known seems to be his life before his turning into a Shadow Strider and his return to the Dark Kingdom the matters of his ascension or the events that made him head of the guild that belongs to The Harbinger.
What is known is as follows that was fond in a leather bound journal bearing the imprinted symbol that would later be the calling card of Shadow Strider Fellhand, that of a hooded skull with blood weeping from its long lost eyes. The journal was found in the burned out remains of the home of a old whore that had been a figure of the slums for decades and was taken before the scavengers could sift through the ruins and for a time kept in the hidden secret vaults under the tower of The Eye of The Pit mages guild, until a group of The Harbingers elite black casters and a good number of the Skull Ripper brutes and Shadow Strider Fellhand at their head and demanded it returned that moment. Without a moments hesitation the head of the Eye handed it over to Fellhand and without a word he throws it to the ground and with but a whisper of power flames of shadows roared to life and devoured the journal. Soon the forces of The Harbinger left never to be seen again.
How we come to know the contents of the journal is simply this the guild has one member of The Eye tried to broker the story of Fellhand to a agent of one of the Ten Blades and this is what was said...before he and the agent were found and thrown at the doorstep of the Souls Of Reaping guild house and soon gutted open and left as an example to others, none shall speak of the voice of The Harbinger and live to tell their secrets, for no one not even a member of The Ten Blades will openly stand against them
Shadow Strider Fellhand was known as Astall Lucian Blackwolf a boy of the slums and a child of the whore known as Casandra "Duchess" Blackwolf. Duchess was one of the longest living independent whores of the Dark Kingdom, everyone knew of her and respected her to a degree that most whores never see ever. Respect and independence do not always give one good fortune or freedom but it can in a strange twist of fate give something good to one and Casandra's good fortune was that in the birth of her one and only son Astall. His father was never known to either him or Casandra and neither truly ever cared for in them both was a semblance of peace found. Astall's upbringing was that of a thief and child of the Dark Kingdom, filled with blood, violence and little good in his life besides that of his mothers undying love. The facts of his young adult life are mundane in facts up until the days where his mother was slowly dying and she began to find solace in Dreamers Haze, the drug of choice for all those wishing to forget and never remember again. Astall watching his mother dying and asking but for his love and in using that find her more Dreamers Haze. Astall turned himself into something beyond a simple cut purse and thief into murder for hire, drug runner, and even out right thief specializing in high lords of the Dark Kingdom which would lead him to the doors of his later mentor, master, and the father he never had, Ten Blades lord Godrin "Bloody Hands" Yarin or as he would be soon known to Astall Shadow Strider Forsaken
Under the contract with a local Dream dealer for a years supply of Dream Haze for his mother, Astall was asked to break into the mansion of the Ten Blades lord Godrin and bring out a living alchemist book that he possessed. Thinking only of his mother and the love he still held deeply in his heart Astall took the contract without a single thought. He found his way into the great mansion fortress of the Ten Blades famous for his control of the magic and alchemy trade even the rumor of having found the secrets of a glimmer of the secrets of The Dark Gods Way. After managing to find his way into the hidden library of the mansion and finding the book Astall was stopped by an old man in the dark leathers and cloak of a Shadow Strider. Petrified he simply stood there afraid for everything in his life, his mother, his freedom and his living. But the man smiled and simply said "Take the book to your dealer and if you wish to live without fear and free bring yourself and your mother here three days from now and we shall speak more" When he turned to walk away and hold the door for Astall he simply asked "Why am I not dead...I know who you are Shadow Strider Forsaken" the old man turned and smiled and said "Your eyes tell a great legacy and I see the potential for a legend without equal, so return here and we shall speak more" And with Astall ran home with the book to his mother
But as we know nothing good ever comes for free in the Dark Kingdom
When he returned to his home the book in hand ready to tell his mother she could live at peace and be happy he saw his home blazing and burning. Stilled but for a moment and then tore into the burning building screaming for his mother as many looked on without taking action. A dislocated shoulder, broken ribs, cuts, burns over half his body and the loss of his eye to a burning beam as he tried to drag his dying burned mother out of their home and still Astall managed to bring his mother into the open and hear her last words as the smoke took her lungs, the burns chard his skin to black, and her pain finally took her "I love you my Astall, rise above us all and never kneel to the weak" and with that the one and only person that matter to him died and left him alone in the dark world and in her dead black hands was a bag of Dreamers Haze with the dealers mark on it...and Astall pieced everything together. His mothers death was not for his lack of work, a scorned john, but a dealer looking for payment and taking advantage of his sick and lost minded mother. He knew his mother in a fright and in pain went out and sought the only thing to calm her and take the pain away and found that dealer, she paid for her hit in promises on her son and when he did not return they came to his home and took their payment, killed his mother in the throws of the smoke and burned her alive to make an example of her. And took her away from him
In pain beyond measure and rage he screamed to the gods above and bellow cursing them all to damnation for taking her from him, and vowing bloody vengeance to those that took her away. He managed to find his mothers dagger in their now lost home and took it with revenge burning in his eyes. Those that knew the boy and his mother said he was now broken, beaten but not bending a knee to fates hand, that he was filled with vengeance and would see it dealt even at the cost of his life. And so did Astall vanish into the smoke of his burning home not to be seen for a time.
Some time later the dealer was found strung up his internal organs hung around his neck like a noose, his face being feasted on by the stray animals, his flesh flayed off his body left hanging around his arm, a hole in his heart and said heart shoved into his mouth and his hands and feet burning in a fire just bellow the body, this all taking place near his mothers home with a symbol carved into his chest, that of Shadow Strider Forsaken. And at his lost homes door did Astall sit until one night the shadows came for him. Those that will dare speak the tale say the shadows found Astall one night and reached out a hand and whisper something that could only be heard on the winds "Come my son, the shadows call and will not be kept waiting"
And so did Astall Lucian Blackwolf fade from memory and his home left in ruins, for any who tried to take it or use it were soon found dead left next to the skeleton of the dealer, left for dead in much the same way.
It was not until the bloody rise of the one known as The Harbinger that Astall returned to the Dark Kingdom and at his back was the elite Skull Rippers, Devourer thieves and the Black Casters as they raised a guild of the first Ten Blades Lord to not bow to The Harbinger
Astall then at the site took his mothers picture he had kept to his heart since she gifted it to him as a child and burned it there and from then on all would know him as Shadow Strider Fellhand arm and speaker of The Harbinger and all would that would stand before him or the guild would know death beyond measure of a mortals mind.
And thus began the reign of Shadow Strider Fellhand and the death of Astall Lucian Blackwolf in the ashes of that guild house and what used to be him and his mothers home
Character Writing: They have beaten him to the point of broken bones for a time they can not remember, but still does he laugh at them, mock them, and simply spit at their feet with blood upon his lips.
They had done it, the agents of the Ten Blades Lord Garok Rider had captured and contained the voice and arm of The Harbinger, the Shadow Strider FellHand. It had taken the fortune of the Ten Blades Lord, three thieves guilds to tack him and a good number of Blood Jesters to be the arms to bring him down all of course with the magical aid of the Clawed Arms the power arm of The Eye of the Pit trained to fight or at least stand on even ground with a Shadow Strider but really simply to contain one of their kind.
Again did the captain strike out with his gauntlet imbued with the power of the Clawed Arms magic to damage the flesh of the Shadow Strider and once more did he laugh and look at them with his one good eye
"You can do better than that, I can still feel the side of my face you pathetic weaklings"
And again did the dark magic burn in Fellhands veins and burn his insides to the point of that painful memory and that makes him glare at them with death in his eyes and a clench of teeth in their sight.
"Once more Shadow Strider we will ask, who is The Harbinger and where is he?"
Fellhand looks to each of them in turn, judging them, seizing their power and combat prowess and planning, but above all waiting for his moment.
"And once more I will say this plainly for your lower trash ears to understand. Go to the pit and get raped by a she demon you insufferable scum. I will never speak of my master true face or his sanctum even with my death you will hear me die laughing"
They stuck him again only this time with both arms and magic and they put him to the ground, his hair now mixing with the blood and his skin being tainted by his own blood but still did he laugh.
'My suffering was long before any of you whelps every could understand and so you can not hurt me!' and he spat at the captains boots and smiled
The captain was about to strike when someone knocked on the door of the room they were within and he scowled and let them in. In walked a figure in the robes of someone the Shadow Strider did not know or could see with his one good eye. And that did make him cringe more than the pain. "Unknowns my son will always be deaths hand reaching out for you" his master had said and so true had those words been for many years
"Well now looks like you and your knowledge can die with little problems Shadow Strider, for my agent here has information that that makes you quite useless"
And so did the mage make himself known
"This is brother Vicitus of the Eyes of the Pit specifically of the those that call themselves Lords of Knowledge. And they broker in information to the likes of us for coin, for you should know knowledge always is currency and cost. And our dear brother here has some information about you dear Fellhand. Something to do with information regarding Godrin "Blood Hands" Yarin or should we call him Shadow Strider Forsaken and the fact that you" a kick to Fellhands ribs comes hard and ribs break "That you Fellhand are in fact the one they call The Harbinger"
At that did Fellhand stiffen and his one good eye even though covered in blood go wide
"They know, how could they possibly know?!"
"No matter the secret my son, unless you are the sole keeper or that only one you trust with your life keeps it shall it always see the light of day" his master words rang in his ears and did he plan and take account of all in the room. There were only two of the mages that held him, the captain and the dear brother that somehow knew his darkest of secrets.
The captain took Fellhands braid in his hand and dragged him off the floor and to his feet
"So Fellhand or should we call you Harbinger what do you have to say for yourself bout now, for soon your secret shall be out and soon will the Ten Blades know you true name and identity and with it your empire shall crumble." he hits Fellhand hard in his broken ribs again "How does it feel knowing that we have your secret Shadow Strider, how does it feel to know one of your kind has been made to keel and now you will die knowing your world crumbles" and then is Fellhand thrown to the ground in supposed pain
"Knowledge may be power my son, but true power is in the will and yours shall burn the night and all that defy you"
"Yes master" and with that did Fellhand formally known to so few as Astall stood, blood dripping from his face and his wounds of burns, cuts, magic pains and far worse, and so did he smile looking each of them in turn
'You shall be the only ones to know this secret and so shall you die with this knowledge"
'YOU CAN NO STOP US! Your magic is stopped by our brothers and your contained!'
Fellhand smiled and with a snap of his neck left to right did he break the bonds that held his hands behind his back and strechinig them as though simply rising from sleep and staring them i the eye each and with bloody carnage in mind. His hands spinning slightly as chitterlings began to rise in notice and the shadows and darkness began to fill the corners of the room and creatures of darkness and shadow filled the room and begin to close in on them all
'O but I can, you see I broke free hours ago...I have been waiting to see what you knew and now I your purpose is served and you die'
And then the carnage began
With but a flick of his mind did the creatures of darkness and his gift alone of all the Shadow Striders come forth and devour them all in bloody horrid ways that would be whispered in tales at the bottom of a glass for all time.
Bones were broken marrow was supped from them. Organs were feasted upon and thrown about the small room, spraying the walls with blood, and in the center stood Fellhand calmly staring at those that would take his empire away from him never wavering once from truing away. He had caused this and so would he see it finished. As his mothers death was upon him and so did he watch her die so too would he watch those that sought to end him die without a moments stopping.
Screams filled the night the likes of which would be forever connected to that of demons rising and breaking free of their summoners will and devodinr the weak, but it was not the weak that the dark ones fed on, it was those that dared to raise a hand to Fellhand and then did he begin to laugh
The mage managed to hold them off and take up his blade and charge Fellhand in a desperate gambit, rushing to him his blade burning with an eerie green light of necrotic fire did he see to strike down Fellhand.
'DIE ASTALL THE HARBINGER!'
But the power was stopped and the blade as it was to cut the throat of the Shadow Strider was stopped and held in his hand, crushing it slowly at fist but then flaring his power to destroy it with a tremendous power. The mage was thrown back into the wall and left to stagger his blood pouring from every orivious of his body as Fellhand stalked up to him. Twisting his hand did he summon a blade of darkness and hold it in hand and shadow creatures screeched and chimed in with horrid delight and take up on their masters shoulder as he knelt next to the mage
'Astall died when his mother died...in a fire long long when she wanted peace'
The blade rammed passed through every magical barrier the mage had and into his very soul eating it away and making him scream worse than any demons head in the Dark Kingdom.
'Now my secret dies with you mage, and so shall The Harbinger continue to reign and never kneel to the weak' he whispered softly into the mages ear as a single tear rolled down his cheek, ramming the blade into his heart and allowing the dark magic to devour it and his soul
The body screamed, the soul howled in utter despair and then a husk was left there and nothing more
Fellhand stood and whipped away the tear and walked out of the room, turning back to look a the destruction he had caused. 'Rise above us and never keel to the weak' his mothers words echoed again. Raising his hands Astall Lucian Blackwolf raise his hand and summon a fire of shadows to devour the room, the body's, the building and the souls of all the dead and he walked away.
As he left the building he was met by a cloaked man that passed to him his own cloak of Shadow, taking it and wrapping it around himself as the building began to blaze and start its burn to ashes
'Sire did you find those with your secrets' the guild brother Andrea Mungar his one and only confident in his secret ask helping him walk to the nearest shadows that Fellhand would use to open a portal back to their guild house and home
Looking back Fellhand stated for a moment and turned away never looking back
'Yes, The Harbinger is secure and our power is secure' he said holding his cloak and lightly touching the last thing of his mothers and that of his old life light. The knife he had used to kill the deal that had taken his mother away and started him down this path and with his leading him to his true father
"Yes Andrea, now let us go home there are empires to run and power to control"
And with that did the two step into the shadows and disappear from all sight as the building burned.
Nike names: Shadow Strider Fellenhand
Age: Unknown ( 127 years old but appears when can be seen 20)
Physical Description (3rd person): Mostly seen in a mesh of black leather armor over a cloak of black that at times appears to be almost living shadows. When he lets the hood of his cloak down he appears to be that of a young man in his early to mid twenty's, eyes of dark gray and one that is milky white with a long scar running over his eye from the tip of his hairline to his lower jaw. His darkened brown hair filled with strips of gray in its braided strands that is capped with a silver and gold wolfs head capped ending in a razor point at the end of said braid. Appears to be lean and wiry frame build body, but as said is almost always in his trademark blackened leather armor and black shadow cloak. His prize weapons that he is always seen with is his curved butcher like blade, his skinning long knife and the array of throwing blades hidden throughout his person, along with almost what seems to be a almost unlimited number of weapons, tools of his trade all to be mixed with his magic that makes him a Shadow Strider.
Special Talents: A master of bladed combat of all forms and that of even the most unconventional of improvised weapons preferring his blade Soul Hunter for its unholy gift of once it has a victims blood or flesh in its metal teeth he can follow them to the ends of existence. Poisons, assassination, disguise, and all the arts of a assassin but to the form of godlike stance. And as one of the ten living Shadow Striders he has knowledge of The Dark Gods Way and his personal and true calling is that of shadow mastery. Be it walking into one shadow and with a thought appearing in another across the city, summoning spirits composed of shadows, making weapons from darkness or using the shadows as a hiding place he is master of that and he is the only one to master it....besides his master of course
Guild/House/Organization: Souls Of The Reaping (The Harbingers Guild)
Position in Guild/Order/Organization: Head of the guild and right hand as well as voice for The Harbinger
History: To say there is little known about the later in life Shadow Strider would be a gross understatement. All that is known seems to be his life before his turning into a Shadow Strider and his return to the Dark Kingdom the matters of his ascension or the events that made him head of the guild that belongs to The Harbinger.
What is known is as follows that was fond in a leather bound journal bearing the imprinted symbol that would later be the calling card of Shadow Strider Fellhand, that of a hooded skull with blood weeping from its long lost eyes. The journal was found in the burned out remains of the home of a old whore that had been a figure of the slums for decades and was taken before the scavengers could sift through the ruins and for a time kept in the hidden secret vaults under the tower of The Eye of The Pit mages guild, until a group of The Harbingers elite black casters and a good number of the Skull Ripper brutes and Shadow Strider Fellhand at their head and demanded it returned that moment. Without a moments hesitation the head of the Eye handed it over to Fellhand and without a word he throws it to the ground and with but a whisper of power flames of shadows roared to life and devoured the journal. Soon the forces of The Harbinger left never to be seen again.
How we come to know the contents of the journal is simply this the guild has one member of The Eye tried to broker the story of Fellhand to a agent of one of the Ten Blades and this is what was said...before he and the agent were found and thrown at the doorstep of the Souls Of Reaping guild house and soon gutted open and left as an example to others, none shall speak of the voice of The Harbinger and live to tell their secrets, for no one not even a member of The Ten Blades will openly stand against them
Shadow Strider Fellhand was known as Astall Lucian Blackwolf a boy of the slums and a child of the whore known as Casandra "Duchess" Blackwolf. Duchess was one of the longest living independent whores of the Dark Kingdom, everyone knew of her and respected her to a degree that most whores never see ever. Respect and independence do not always give one good fortune or freedom but it can in a strange twist of fate give something good to one and Casandra's good fortune was that in the birth of her one and only son Astall. His father was never known to either him or Casandra and neither truly ever cared for in them both was a semblance of peace found. Astall's upbringing was that of a thief and child of the Dark Kingdom, filled with blood, violence and little good in his life besides that of his mothers undying love. The facts of his young adult life are mundane in facts up until the days where his mother was slowly dying and she began to find solace in Dreamers Haze, the drug of choice for all those wishing to forget and never remember again. Astall watching his mother dying and asking but for his love and in using that find her more Dreamers Haze. Astall turned himself into something beyond a simple cut purse and thief into murder for hire, drug runner, and even out right thief specializing in high lords of the Dark Kingdom which would lead him to the doors of his later mentor, master, and the father he never had, Ten Blades lord Godrin "Bloody Hands" Yarin or as he would be soon known to Astall Shadow Strider Forsaken
Under the contract with a local Dream dealer for a years supply of Dream Haze for his mother, Astall was asked to break into the mansion of the Ten Blades lord Godrin and bring out a living alchemist book that he possessed. Thinking only of his mother and the love he still held deeply in his heart Astall took the contract without a single thought. He found his way into the great mansion fortress of the Ten Blades famous for his control of the magic and alchemy trade even the rumor of having found the secrets of a glimmer of the secrets of The Dark Gods Way. After managing to find his way into the hidden library of the mansion and finding the book Astall was stopped by an old man in the dark leathers and cloak of a Shadow Strider. Petrified he simply stood there afraid for everything in his life, his mother, his freedom and his living. But the man smiled and simply said "Take the book to your dealer and if you wish to live without fear and free bring yourself and your mother here three days from now and we shall speak more" When he turned to walk away and hold the door for Astall he simply asked "Why am I not dead...I know who you are Shadow Strider Forsaken" the old man turned and smiled and said "Your eyes tell a great legacy and I see the potential for a legend without equal, so return here and we shall speak more" And with Astall ran home with the book to his mother
But as we know nothing good ever comes for free in the Dark Kingdom
When he returned to his home the book in hand ready to tell his mother she could live at peace and be happy he saw his home blazing and burning. Stilled but for a moment and then tore into the burning building screaming for his mother as many looked on without taking action. A dislocated shoulder, broken ribs, cuts, burns over half his body and the loss of his eye to a burning beam as he tried to drag his dying burned mother out of their home and still Astall managed to bring his mother into the open and hear her last words as the smoke took her lungs, the burns chard his skin to black, and her pain finally took her "I love you my Astall, rise above us all and never kneel to the weak" and with that the one and only person that matter to him died and left him alone in the dark world and in her dead black hands was a bag of Dreamers Haze with the dealers mark on it...and Astall pieced everything together. His mothers death was not for his lack of work, a scorned john, but a dealer looking for payment and taking advantage of his sick and lost minded mother. He knew his mother in a fright and in pain went out and sought the only thing to calm her and take the pain away and found that dealer, she paid for her hit in promises on her son and when he did not return they came to his home and took their payment, killed his mother in the throws of the smoke and burned her alive to make an example of her. And took her away from him
In pain beyond measure and rage he screamed to the gods above and bellow cursing them all to damnation for taking her from him, and vowing bloody vengeance to those that took her away. He managed to find his mothers dagger in their now lost home and took it with revenge burning in his eyes. Those that knew the boy and his mother said he was now broken, beaten but not bending a knee to fates hand, that he was filled with vengeance and would see it dealt even at the cost of his life. And so did Astall vanish into the smoke of his burning home not to be seen for a time.
Some time later the dealer was found strung up his internal organs hung around his neck like a noose, his face being feasted on by the stray animals, his flesh flayed off his body left hanging around his arm, a hole in his heart and said heart shoved into his mouth and his hands and feet burning in a fire just bellow the body, this all taking place near his mothers home with a symbol carved into his chest, that of Shadow Strider Forsaken. And at his lost homes door did Astall sit until one night the shadows came for him. Those that will dare speak the tale say the shadows found Astall one night and reached out a hand and whisper something that could only be heard on the winds "Come my son, the shadows call and will not be kept waiting"
And so did Astall Lucian Blackwolf fade from memory and his home left in ruins, for any who tried to take it or use it were soon found dead left next to the skeleton of the dealer, left for dead in much the same way.
It was not until the bloody rise of the one known as The Harbinger that Astall returned to the Dark Kingdom and at his back was the elite Skull Rippers, Devourer thieves and the Black Casters as they raised a guild of the first Ten Blades Lord to not bow to The Harbinger
Astall then at the site took his mothers picture he had kept to his heart since she gifted it to him as a child and burned it there and from then on all would know him as Shadow Strider Fellhand arm and speaker of The Harbinger and all would that would stand before him or the guild would know death beyond measure of a mortals mind.
And thus began the reign of Shadow Strider Fellhand and the death of Astall Lucian Blackwolf in the ashes of that guild house and what used to be him and his mothers home
Character Writing: They have beaten him to the point of broken bones for a time they can not remember, but still does he laugh at them, mock them, and simply spit at their feet with blood upon his lips.
They had done it, the agents of the Ten Blades Lord Garok Rider had captured and contained the voice and arm of The Harbinger, the Shadow Strider FellHand. It had taken the fortune of the Ten Blades Lord, three thieves guilds to tack him and a good number of Blood Jesters to be the arms to bring him down all of course with the magical aid of the Clawed Arms the power arm of The Eye of the Pit trained to fight or at least stand on even ground with a Shadow Strider but really simply to contain one of their kind.
Again did the captain strike out with his gauntlet imbued with the power of the Clawed Arms magic to damage the flesh of the Shadow Strider and once more did he laugh and look at them with his one good eye
"You can do better than that, I can still feel the side of my face you pathetic weaklings"
And again did the dark magic burn in Fellhands veins and burn his insides to the point of that painful memory and that makes him glare at them with death in his eyes and a clench of teeth in their sight.
"Once more Shadow Strider we will ask, who is The Harbinger and where is he?"
Fellhand looks to each of them in turn, judging them, seizing their power and combat prowess and planning, but above all waiting for his moment.
"And once more I will say this plainly for your lower trash ears to understand. Go to the pit and get raped by a she demon you insufferable scum. I will never speak of my master true face or his sanctum even with my death you will hear me die laughing"
They stuck him again only this time with both arms and magic and they put him to the ground, his hair now mixing with the blood and his skin being tainted by his own blood but still did he laugh.
'My suffering was long before any of you whelps every could understand and so you can not hurt me!' and he spat at the captains boots and smiled
The captain was about to strike when someone knocked on the door of the room they were within and he scowled and let them in. In walked a figure in the robes of someone the Shadow Strider did not know or could see with his one good eye. And that did make him cringe more than the pain. "Unknowns my son will always be deaths hand reaching out for you" his master had said and so true had those words been for many years
"Well now looks like you and your knowledge can die with little problems Shadow Strider, for my agent here has information that that makes you quite useless"
And so did the mage make himself known
"This is brother Vicitus of the Eyes of the Pit specifically of the those that call themselves Lords of Knowledge. And they broker in information to the likes of us for coin, for you should know knowledge always is currency and cost. And our dear brother here has some information about you dear Fellhand. Something to do with information regarding Godrin "Blood Hands" Yarin or should we call him Shadow Strider Forsaken and the fact that you" a kick to Fellhands ribs comes hard and ribs break "That you Fellhand are in fact the one they call The Harbinger"
At that did Fellhand stiffen and his one good eye even though covered in blood go wide
"They know, how could they possibly know?!"
"No matter the secret my son, unless you are the sole keeper or that only one you trust with your life keeps it shall it always see the light of day" his master words rang in his ears and did he plan and take account of all in the room. There were only two of the mages that held him, the captain and the dear brother that somehow knew his darkest of secrets.
The captain took Fellhands braid in his hand and dragged him off the floor and to his feet
"So Fellhand or should we call you Harbinger what do you have to say for yourself bout now, for soon your secret shall be out and soon will the Ten Blades know you true name and identity and with it your empire shall crumble." he hits Fellhand hard in his broken ribs again "How does it feel knowing that we have your secret Shadow Strider, how does it feel to know one of your kind has been made to keel and now you will die knowing your world crumbles" and then is Fellhand thrown to the ground in supposed pain
"Knowledge may be power my son, but true power is in the will and yours shall burn the night and all that defy you"
"Yes master" and with that did Fellhand formally known to so few as Astall stood, blood dripping from his face and his wounds of burns, cuts, magic pains and far worse, and so did he smile looking each of them in turn
'You shall be the only ones to know this secret and so shall you die with this knowledge"
'YOU CAN NO STOP US! Your magic is stopped by our brothers and your contained!'
Fellhand smiled and with a snap of his neck left to right did he break the bonds that held his hands behind his back and strechinig them as though simply rising from sleep and staring them i the eye each and with bloody carnage in mind. His hands spinning slightly as chitterlings began to rise in notice and the shadows and darkness began to fill the corners of the room and creatures of darkness and shadow filled the room and begin to close in on them all
'O but I can, you see I broke free hours ago...I have been waiting to see what you knew and now I your purpose is served and you die'
And then the carnage began
With but a flick of his mind did the creatures of darkness and his gift alone of all the Shadow Striders come forth and devour them all in bloody horrid ways that would be whispered in tales at the bottom of a glass for all time.
Bones were broken marrow was supped from them. Organs were feasted upon and thrown about the small room, spraying the walls with blood, and in the center stood Fellhand calmly staring at those that would take his empire away from him never wavering once from truing away. He had caused this and so would he see it finished. As his mothers death was upon him and so did he watch her die so too would he watch those that sought to end him die without a moments stopping.
Screams filled the night the likes of which would be forever connected to that of demons rising and breaking free of their summoners will and devodinr the weak, but it was not the weak that the dark ones fed on, it was those that dared to raise a hand to Fellhand and then did he begin to laugh
The mage managed to hold them off and take up his blade and charge Fellhand in a desperate gambit, rushing to him his blade burning with an eerie green light of necrotic fire did he see to strike down Fellhand.
'DIE ASTALL THE HARBINGER!'
But the power was stopped and the blade as it was to cut the throat of the Shadow Strider was stopped and held in his hand, crushing it slowly at fist but then flaring his power to destroy it with a tremendous power. The mage was thrown back into the wall and left to stagger his blood pouring from every orivious of his body as Fellhand stalked up to him. Twisting his hand did he summon a blade of darkness and hold it in hand and shadow creatures screeched and chimed in with horrid delight and take up on their masters shoulder as he knelt next to the mage
'Astall died when his mother died...in a fire long long when she wanted peace'
The blade rammed passed through every magical barrier the mage had and into his very soul eating it away and making him scream worse than any demons head in the Dark Kingdom.
'Now my secret dies with you mage, and so shall The Harbinger continue to reign and never kneel to the weak' he whispered softly into the mages ear as a single tear rolled down his cheek, ramming the blade into his heart and allowing the dark magic to devour it and his soul
The body screamed, the soul howled in utter despair and then a husk was left there and nothing more
Fellhand stood and whipped away the tear and walked out of the room, turning back to look a the destruction he had caused. 'Rise above us and never keel to the weak' his mothers words echoed again. Raising his hands Astall Lucian Blackwolf raise his hand and summon a fire of shadows to devour the room, the body's, the building and the souls of all the dead and he walked away.
As he left the building he was met by a cloaked man that passed to him his own cloak of Shadow, taking it and wrapping it around himself as the building began to blaze and start its burn to ashes
'Sire did you find those with your secrets' the guild brother Andrea Mungar his one and only confident in his secret ask helping him walk to the nearest shadows that Fellhand would use to open a portal back to their guild house and home
Looking back Fellhand stated for a moment and turned away never looking back
'Yes, The Harbinger is secure and our power is secure' he said holding his cloak and lightly touching the last thing of his mothers and that of his old life light. The knife he had used to kill the deal that had taken his mother away and started him down this path and with his leading him to his true father
"Yes Andrea, now let us go home there are empires to run and power to control"
And with that did the two step into the shadows and disappear from all sight as the building burned.