After reviewing my last story, I was somewhat but not really surprized by the number of typos(my mind was half asleep when I made and posted it). So I did a once over and fixed most of the typos.
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As a promising youth, young Vladdimir Dagron was fascinated with the arcane, everything about it. His biological father left a large sum of money to him, some millions of dollars American. He never met his real father, but was very thankful for his gift.
As an archaeologist, Vladdimir scoured the earth for artifacts, texts, anything he could find that was even connected to the arcane. In his travels, he discovered a mystical gem, blood-red with a hint of darkness. Upon grasping it, it felt as if an entity lept from it into his body. Suddenly his mind was flooded with at least a mellinia of knowledge, all he ever wanted to know, and secrets yet to surface.
Along with this "gift" came it's carrier; an ancient spirit that seemed to be an enigma, even unto itself. It wasn't purely good, nor purely evil, it just.....was. It seemed thankful, weary, fairly quiet, and a bit benevolent(of course that could be just a ploy, that is also unknown).
A year has passed, Vladdimir has re-created the temple the spirit had in it's former life. Dark, cold, yet somewhat cozy, in an ancient way. In the back room stood the fireplace, in the form of a giant human skull. The whole temple was a mix of black mortar and Egyptian gold, with carvings that seemed to almost be in blood. In front of the fireplace, sat a large thrown-like chair. Cushioned, oak, and graphically adorned in dragons, demons, and oddly enough.....angels.
Along the wall of the fireplace, looked like candles in smaller skulls. The fires seemed to be like crystal balls to anywhere the viewer wanted to see, provided he knew how to. The main fire was the gate in which the spirit's master could be contacted and in turn communicate his will.
As time passed, the cult of the Fallen Angels, a cult who's head was the master in the flames, grew.
A young mage in the Circle of Thorns was watched carefully by the dark master. Known only as Bloodsight, this up&coming delver of magical arts felt trapped in the Thorns. He had be abducted because of his affinity for sharpness and his keen mind and precice methods. They wanted any advantage they could get over the rival gangs and organizations in Paragon City.
As per the master's instructions, Vladdimir Dagron, now known as Mad Vladd Dagro, tracked down a group of the CoT deep in a cave in Perez Park. By no small coincidence, it was that very gathering of the CoT where young Bloodsight was "rescued" from his meaningless captivity, and brought into the welcoming dark embrace of the true master of the mystical arts. As an apprentice, and chief minion of Dagro, he finally found his home.
Another child of the shining darkness was found, again in the clutches of the Circe of Thorns. A young woman by the name Diana Wrothchild was also a practitioner of the magical ways. Her's was a life without want, and all but without need. Her capture by the CoT was mainly ransom, that was refused. Dagro and Bloodsight were sent to relieve the CoT of their hostage. As thanx, she pledged her life to the Fallen Angels, and even moreso, pledged her heart to Dagro. She finally found her love, someone who would never abandon her.
As the "family" gained presence, they began to attract a small cult following. The temple began to feel more like a home, instead of a tomb.
As the Fallen Angels grew in size and power under the city of heroes, two new "heroes" drew the eye of the master. A vampire several centuries old, and a massive hulking zombie pieced together from various other creatures with the central consciousness of a human. Their names where Seth Bloodlet and the monster Nights Bane. It seemed as though Bane got bigger the more Vahzilok they killed.
The two soon met up with Dagro and his cult. Seth and Bane were lead to the temple by acolytes of Dagro, and somehow drawn by the master himself. Upon entrance to the ancient structure, they felt the power, and peace, of the ancients. Coming upon the thrown room, they saw the fires on the wall, and heard the voice that touched his mind. The master told them, that they no longer had to be alone, that whenever they wanted to rest and find peace, they would always have a home, in the Fallen Angels.
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Thank you for your time.
After reviewing my last story, I was somewhat but not really surprized by the number of typos(my mind was half asleep when I made and posted it). So I did a once over and fixed most of the typos.
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As a promising youth, young Vladdimir Dagron was fascinated with the arcane, everything about it. His biological father left a large sum of money to him, some millions of dollars American. He never met his real father, but was very thankful for his gift.
As an archaeologist, Vladdimir scoured the earth for artifacts, texts, anything he could find that was even connected to the arcane. In his travels, he discovered a mystical gem, blood-red with a hint of darkness. Upon grasping it, it felt as if an entity lept from it into his body. Suddenly his mind was flooded with at least a mellinia of knowledge, all he ever wanted to know, and secrets yet to surface.
Along with this "gift" came it's carrier; an ancient spirit that seemed to be an enigma, even unto itself. It wasn't purely good, nor purely evil, it just.....was. It seemed thankful, weary, fairly quiet, and a bit benevolent(of course that could be just a ploy, that is also unknown).
A year has passed, Vladdimir has re-created the temple the spirit had in it's former life. Dark, cold, yet somewhat cozy, in an ancient way. In the back room stood the fireplace, in the form of a giant human skull. The whole temple was a mix of black mortar and Egyptian gold, with carvings that seemed to almost be in blood. In front of the fireplace, sat a large thrown-like chair. Cushioned, oak, and graphically adorned in dragons, demons, and oddly enough.....angels.
Along the wall of the fireplace, looked like candles in smaller skulls. The fires seemed to be like crystal balls to anywhere the viewer wanted to see, provided he knew how to. The main fire was the gate in which the spirit's master could be contacted and in turn communicate his will.
As time passed, the cult of the Fallen Angels, a cult who's head was the master in the flames, grew.
A young mage in the Circle of Thorns was watched carefully by the dark master. Known only as Bloodsight, this up&coming delver of magical arts felt trapped in the Thorns. He had be abducted because of his affinity for sharpness and his keen mind and precice methods. They wanted any advantage they could get over the rival gangs and organizations in Paragon City.
As per the master's instructions, Vladdimir Dagron, now known as Mad Vladd Dagro, tracked down a group of the CoT deep in a cave in Perez Park. By no small coincidence, it was that very gathering of the CoT where young Bloodsight was "rescued" from his meaningless captivity, and brought into the welcoming dark embrace of the true master of the mystical arts. As an apprentice, and chief minion of Dagro, he finally found his home.
Another child of the shining darkness was found, again in the clutches of the Circe of Thorns. A young woman by the name Diana Wrothchild was also a practitioner of the magical ways. Her's was a life without want, and all but without need. Her capture by the CoT was mainly ransom, that was refused. Dagro and Bloodsight were sent to relieve the CoT of their hostage. As thanx, she pledged her life to the Fallen Angels, and even moreso, pledged her heart to Dagro. She finally found her love, someone who would never abandon her.
As the "family" gained presence, they began to attract a small cult following. The temple began to feel more like a home, instead of a tomb.
As the Fallen Angels grew in size and power under the city of heroes, two new "heroes" drew the eye of the master. A vampire several centuries old, and a massive hulking zombie pieced together from various other creatures with the central consciousness of a human. Their names where Seth Bloodlet and the monster Nights Bane. It seemed as though Bane got bigger the more Vahzilok they killed.
The two soon met up with Dagro and his cult. Seth and Bane were lead to the temple by acolytes of Dagro, and somehow drawn by the master himself. Upon entrance to the ancient structure, they felt the power, and peace, of the ancients. Coming upon the thrown room, they saw the fires on the wall, and heard the voice that touched his mind. The master told them, that they no longer had to be alone, that whenever they wanted to rest and find peace, they would always have a home, in the Fallen Angels.
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Thank you for your time.