Damnation of Xyal - Prologue
How did it all happen so quickly?
What was the motive to such...
How did it all happen so quickly?
What was the motive to such...
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How did it all happen so quickly?
What was the motive to such chaos?
And in just a few weeks as well, so much blood shed, and despair has happened.
Where did it all go wrong?
.
.
.
Amongst the burning buildings, floating high in the sky; a maniacal wizard clothed in light blue robes with dirty blond hair and a ragged beard launched fire balls from the palm of their hands as their child-like laughter filled the air, with the balls of fire hitting nearby stone buildings, causing debris to fall. Beneath him were armies upon armies of followers, each wearing dark blue robes similar to the wizard to cover their figures and yet, only their bright glowing orange eyes were seen as they kept on rushing innocent townspeople and guards, killing them all or forcing them into their numbers as cannon fodder.
Arrows were fired from their crossbows, hitting anything standing to a halt or inflicting painful and horrifying damage to the unlucky targets. Meanwhile, swords clashed with swords and shields, hoping to get a taste of flesh from the other wielder as theirs only could think of making their victims bleed out in agony.
Amidst the battle of the once powerful kingdom, multiple groups of injured warriors held their weapons and heads high, trying their best to take out the ever-growing mob of followers around them. Call it being desperate or by genuine fear of their fate, they would not go down without any resistance.
The Archer of the first group aimed his bow for anything not covered by armor, hoping to bring down another one as they marched slowly towards him and his colleagues. He decided to hit them where they were most vulnerable which was their glowing eyes, firing arrow after arrow at the crazed robed vessels in their eyes, and watching them fall and crumble in pain before going limp. One in particular aimed his crossbow at the Archer and fired his bolt, grazing the Archer's cheek as he stumbled onto one knee. He gritted his teeth as the stinging sensation was felt on his face, before aiming and firing an arrow at the follower's eye, piercing it as bright orange blood splattered the ground as the body fell and laid there, stiff as a board.
Behind him was their group's bard, she strummed her lute and hummed a quick rhythm with it, as a bright yellow mist surrounded them both, healing the cut on the Archer's cheek as it was merely another scar on his tattered body, and filling him with more stamina to continue in the fight. However, she heard incoming footsteps and swung her reinforced steel lute before landing a hit on a sneaky follower, cracking his skull as she felt blood particles and bone fragments launch at her skin, with the follower's eyes widening as he fell to the ground. She then heard more faster footsteps and grabbed her crossbow, hoping to stop the oncoming enemy. She aimed it against her chest and saw him running and fired at him, but the bolt missed him as he jumped high into the air as the bolt made for him nailed another follower in the chest as he yelled out in pain from the bolt now lodged in his chest. She looked up and saw the follower, plunging down at her with his dagger in front of him, laughing louder and louder as he could only think of slashing her face apart.
Just in time however, their rogue ally was just as keen and swift with his own knives as he threw one right into the follower's head, instantly killing him as his body merely flailed as it in the ground with an audible thump and snap as his parts of his bones broke from the impact as it met the solid stone paths below. His job wasn't done however, facing more as they rushed him. He swiftly dodged their swings from battle axes and arrows, countering them with slashes to their wrists and necks to make them fall with a slump or to disarm them, making it easier for the others to take them out. Speaking of others, one that lost their grip on their axe had their head sliced clean off their body as bright orange blood gushed from their lifeless body.
A tall and red-headed knight gritted his teeth, and held his great sword by the handle tightly, looking onward at the wave of followers surrounding his own group. He silently cursed them from under his breath and began to charge. His first target charged him head on, throwing one of their daggers at him while gripping the other in the air high up. Unfortunately for the follower, the knight dodged the dagger thrown and weaved the plunge of the other, before cleanly cutting the follower in half. The next follower threw a bottle of oil at the knight's feet and with it came a torch at the same spot, hoping to melt his armor and hinder his movement. Yet even though the knight was in agonizing pain due to the sheer burns, he lunged at the follower and dug his great sword deep into their chest and through their back. He watched at their eyes widened, still glowing that haunting orange color before they went limp. He slowly pulled his sword out of them, leaving a gaping would before taking a knee as he couldn't bear the pain. He listened intently though to seeing a much larger follower with a poorly colored blue sack over half his face and one peering orange eye poking out, towered above him as they raised their hammer high. They chuckled with excitement at the thought of smashing their target into a bloody pulp.
But just when they were about to land their first hit, they heard something sizzle and fly past him, but then realized that they were now feeling a horrified puncturing and a horrible burning sensation between their legs. As he looked down slowly, he dropped his massive hammer in horror as he saw smoke coming from below. He turned around, seeing a blazing wooden spike has passed through his genital area and seared off his balls. Basically, neutering the poor follower as he yelled out in anger and agony. It wasn't long till he heard a whistle and then felt something shoot into hit head. It was another flaming spike, but this was stuck at the back of his head as he stumbled around before taking a mighty fall, landing amidst his fellow comrades in cloth. The knight looked behind him to see one of his colleagues and close friends, a blacksmith with a brilliant mind for all things idiotic, wielding some sort of contraption, firing off searing hot wooden spikes at lighting speed. Thank god for him wanting to be an artificer or else he'd be a goner.
While the blacksmith helped up the knight to his feet, they both soon saw more followers charging towards them. They braced for the rush before a bright glistening light surrounded them as they both felt, more powerful than before. They swiftly took care of two followers each, the blacksmith firing two more spikes in their heads while the knight decapitated their arms or legs. They then looked behind them and saw their third group member, a cleric who had casted bless to aid them in their fights. It seemed to have worked wonders as the knight felt the pain on his feet being numbed and his energy replenished. The cleric however wasn't only dishing out aid as she began to take out a short sword and stabbed a rabid follower in the chest, mostly having them impale their body on her sword as she just let him slide off it.
However, just when they thought they made an opening, their progress was destroyed once they saw just how many we're left. The two groups both we're backing away from the swarm, still firing off arrows or charging to attack the ones at the front. But nothing helped. The mass was still coming as the adventurers kept trying to push them back. It wasn't long till they were all backed against a literal wall that was part of the castle they were defending, and when they turned back, they looked at the thousands of followers that surrounded them from all sides. They all still gripped their weapons ready for a last stand before they saw the wizard hover above them, using both of his hands to ready a powerful spell to eradicate the stone wall of the castle and then with it.
Their attempts to stop such an invasion were in vain. It seemed as if the wizard has won.
But still one question remains...how did this all happened?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Months before this all happened...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
.
.
.
"DID YOU STEAL SOME APPLES AGAIN!?"
Damnation of Xyal - Prologue
How did it all happen so quickly?
What was the motive to such chaos?
And in just a few weeks as well, so much blood shed, and despair has happened.
Where did it all go wrong?
.
.
.
Amongst the burning buildings, floating high in the sky; a maniacal wizard clothed in light blue robes with dirty blond hair and a ragged beard launched fire balls from the palm of their hands as their child-like laughter filled the air, with the balls of fire hitting nearby stone buildings, causing debris to fall. Beneath him were armies upon armies of followers, each wearing dark blue robes similar to the wizard to cover their figures and yet, only their bright glowing orange eyes were seen as they kept on rushing innocent townspeople and guards, killing them all or forcing them into their numbers as cannon fodder.
Arrows were fired from their crossbows, hitting anything standing to a halt or inflicting painful and horrifying damage to the unlucky targets. Meanwhile, swords clashed with swords and shields, hoping to get a taste of flesh from the other wielder as theirs only could think of making their victims bleed out in agony.
Amidst the battle of the once powerful kingdom, multiple groups of injured warriors held their weapons and heads high, trying their best to take out the ever-growing mob of followers around them. Call it being desperate or by genuine fear of their fate, they would not go down without any resistance.
The Archer of the first group aimed his bow for anything not covered by armor, hoping to bring down another one as they marched slowly towards him and his colleagues. He decided to hit them where they were most vulnerable which was their glowing eyes, firing arrow after arrow at the crazed robed vessels in their eyes, and watching them fall and crumble in pain before going limp. One in particular aimed his crossbow at the Archer and fired his bolt, grazing the Archer's cheek as he stumbled onto one knee. He gritted his teeth as the stinging sensation was felt on his face, before aiming and firing an arrow at the follower's eye, piercing it as bright orange blood splattered the ground as the body fell and laid there, stiff as a board.
Behind him was their group's bard, she strummed her lute and hummed a quick rhythm with it, as a bright yellow mist surrounded them both, healing the cut on the Archer's cheek as it was merely another scar on his tattered body, and filling him with more stamina to continue in the fight. However, she heard incoming footsteps and swung her reinforced steel lute before landing a hit on a sneaky follower, cracking his skull as she felt blood particles and bone fragments launch at her skin, with the follower's eyes widening as he fell to the ground. She then heard more faster footsteps and grabbed her crossbow, hoping to stop the oncoming enemy. She aimed it against her chest and saw him running and fired at him, but the bolt missed him as he jumped high into the air as the bolt made for him nailed another follower in the chest as he yelled out in pain from the bolt now lodged in his chest. She looked up and saw the follower, plunging down at her with his dagger in front of him, laughing louder and louder as he could only think of slashing her face apart.
Just in time however, their rogue ally was just as keen and swift with his own knives as he threw one right into the follower's head, instantly killing him as his body merely flailed as it in the ground with an audible thump and snap as his parts of his bones broke from the impact as it met the solid stone paths below. His job wasn't done however, facing more as they rushed him. He swiftly dodged their swings from battle axes and arrows, countering them with slashes to their wrists and necks to make them fall with a slump or to disarm them, making it easier for the others to take them out. Speaking of others, one that lost their grip on their axe had their head sliced clean off their body as bright orange blood gushed from their lifeless body.
A tall and red-headed knight gritted his teeth, and held his great sword by the handle tightly, looking onward at the wave of followers surrounding his own group. He silently cursed them from under his breath and began to charge. His first target charged him head on, throwing one of their daggers at him while gripping the other in the air high up. Unfortunately for the follower, the knight dodged the dagger thrown and weaved the plunge of the other, before cleanly cutting the follower in half. The next follower threw a bottle of oil at the knight's feet and with it came a torch at the same spot, hoping to melt his armor and hinder his movement. Yet even though the knight was in agonizing pain due to the sheer burns, he lunged at the follower and dug his great sword deep into their chest and through their back. He watched at their eyes widened, still glowing that haunting orange color before they went limp. He slowly pulled his sword out of them, leaving a gaping would before taking a knee as he couldn't bear the pain. He listened intently though to seeing a much larger follower with a poorly colored blue sack over half his face and one peering orange eye poking out, towered above him as they raised their hammer high. They chuckled with excitement at the thought of smashing their target into a bloody pulp.
But just when they were about to land their first hit, they heard something sizzle and fly past him, but then realized that they were now feeling a horrified puncturing and a horrible burning sensation between their legs. As he looked down slowly, he dropped his massive hammer in horror as he saw smoke coming from below. He turned around, seeing a blazing wooden spike has passed through his genital area and seared off his balls. Basically, neutering the poor follower as he yelled out in anger and agony. It wasn't long till he heard a whistle and then felt something shoot into hit head. It was another flaming spike, but this was stuck at the back of his head as he stumbled around before taking a mighty fall, landing amidst his fellow comrades in cloth. The knight looked behind him to see one of his colleagues and close friends, a blacksmith with a brilliant mind for all things idiotic, wielding some sort of contraption, firing off searing hot wooden spikes at lighting speed. Thank god for him wanting to be an artificer or else he'd be a goner.
While the blacksmith helped up the knight to his feet, they both soon saw more followers charging towards them. They braced for the rush before a bright glistening light surrounded them as they both felt, more powerful than before. They swiftly took care of two followers each, the blacksmith firing two more spikes in their heads while the knight decapitated their arms or legs. They then looked behind them and saw their third group member, a cleric who had casted bless to aid them in their fights. It seemed to have worked wonders as the knight felt the pain on his feet being numbed and his energy replenished. The cleric however wasn't only dishing out aid as she began to take out a short sword and stabbed a rabid follower in the chest, mostly having them impale their body on her sword as she just let him slide off it.
However, just when they thought they made an opening, their progress was destroyed once they saw just how many we're left. The two groups both we're backing away from the swarm, still firing off arrows or charging to attack the ones at the front. But nothing helped. The mass was still coming as the adventurers kept trying to push them back. It wasn't long till they were all backed against a literal wall that was part of the castle they were defending, and when they turned back, they looked at the thousands of followers that surrounded them from all sides. They all still gripped their weapons ready for a last stand before they saw the wizard hover above them, using both of his hands to ready a powerful spell to eradicate the stone wall of the castle and then with it.
Their attempts to stop such an invasion were in vain. It seemed as if the wizard has won.
But still one question remains...how did this all happened?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Months before this all happened...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
.
.
.
"DID YOU STEAL SOME APPLES AGAIN!?"
Damnation of Xyal - Chapter 1
It was a quiet fall morning in a medium sized town of small yet sturdy cottages and few big buildings. Villagers were beginning to do their daily chores as more and more started to say good morning to one another. It wasn't long till the nearly empty dirt paths of the common living areas and the cobble stone roads towards the main point of the town we're crowded as people went to their jobs or the community market to start their day off the right way. In the community market were many merchants from faraway lands selling goods and trinkets to all who wanted their merchandise. One food vendor in particular was occupied in giving a hefty barrel filled with mixed fruits to some guards, per their request to always be fully stocked when their group goes out to stand guard for protentional threats or to lead a important convoy along the terrain. However, the vendor saw a suspicious figure in black commoner's clothing, with a makeshift hood that they put on top of their head, as if to not be seen by the public's eye. The vendor watched carefully at the mysterious person as they stopped and merely looked along their many arrangements of fruits before seemingly walking away. The vendor breathed in relief, thinking that no fool would try to rob him in such a packed place, much less with guards so close to them as well. However, when the vendor went back towards his produce, he saw that there was something to be skeptical about. At least five of his apples that laid sitting on display were now gone, and his heart sank once he realized something else was missing too. He wasted no time alerting the guards while people watched in awe as how deranged he was speaking.
"HELP! HELP! I'VE BEEN ROBBED! THE THIEF WENT THAT WAY, PLEASE! GET MY PRODUCE BACK, IT'S DEAR TO ME!" The vendor shouted in the face of the lead captain of the guards. The captain however, thought it was merely a joke or a ploy to get out of his deal. But reluctantly ordered 3 of his men to go the direction the vendor said their culprit went. They made haste, running into the busy paths in the town as they saw a hooded figure draped in black walking at a moderately fast pace as he held a sack which was clearly filled with something. Maybe the vendor wasn't lying after all.
"Halt, you thief!" A soldier shouted as he drew his sword, the other two following his movements as they ran towards their target. Just then, the hooded figure turned around and saw that he was followed and began running past people and jumping over crates and barrels to get away.
The guards quickly ran after the thief, trying to match his speed but we're quickly halted by how he jumped and dodged obstacles in his path. They, however, did not yield in their chase and kept on with their mission at hand. The thief seeing their determination had to think of something quick or he would risk being captured and possibly jailed for quite a long time. Thankfully, he spotted a corner edge and took the sharp turn as he picked up the speed. He looked around for anywhere to hide and spotted a small gap that could fit him, and so he dipped inside, holding his breath as he heard the footsteps of the three guards approaching. He closed his eyes as he listened in on their conversation, hearing their feet stop nearby.
"Where did he go?! This leads to a blasted dead end!"
"He couldn't have just disappeared out of nowhere! Spread out and see if he just climbed a roof or something..."
"He's possibly a magician, and if not, he sure got the advantage over us somehow. That damned criminal..."
While the guards walked deeper into the alley, the Thief made his exit with his pursuers now distracted on where he could've possibly vanished to. As he slipped out the gap with the sack nearly hitting the floor, he backtracked his footing back into the populated parts of town, masking his head still as he made his way to a small yet livable cottage, knocking on it's door while someone came running to it. The person on the other end opened the door, revealing to be a black man much shorter than him as his messy black hair was nearly half finished being brushed.
"There you are! Me and Ari wake up to you being gone early this morning, then some vendor goes on about someone stealing his produce!? WHAT WE'RE YOU THINKING!?" The shorter man said as he closed the door before anyone could hear them.
"I uh, I didn't steal anything. I swear a- hey!" The thief tried to defend himself, but the shorter man pulled the sack away from his waist and opened it up, seeing apples tumbling onto their wooden floor.
"You have got to be kidding...DID YOU STEAL APPLES AGAIN?!" The shorter man yelled as he dropped the sack onto the ground. "WE COULD'VE AFFORDED THESE!"
"Well...I didn't know that! And besides, you've always wanted to try and perfect your cooking with them! So...?" The thief said with a crooked smile, pleading with his shorter friend to not rat him out, which worked.
"Dan you...ugh. Get Ari up and tell her breakfast will be done in a few minutes. We're going to need her anyways while we're on our mission." The shorter man said, picking up the apples and walking towards an area dedicated for cooking and storing food.
"We got another job? Where to now Craz?" Dan said, taking off his black cloak and resting himself on the couch.
"Some place, looking for some relic it seems." Crazie answered back, about to cut into the first apple only to reveal it to be a fake, as a blue shining light emitted from the cut. "What in the..."
"What? Something wrong with the apples?" Dan said, getting up to go check for himself, only to see Crazie holding a blue shining gem in his hand.
"Dan...."
"Y-Yeah?"
"Who the fuck did you steal these apples from..."