PART I: DEATH Two Weeks Ago Croatoa
The darkness of Croatoa, a place of magic and turmoil, was home to many things, such as the slumbering giant Jack in Irons and his minions. While sleep covered many of the inhabitants, few remained up. Some were on guard and some just watched as the creature known as Sally swam the small sea in Croatoa, happy for once to be undisturbed. It was in this night of Croatoa that a figure moved.
Silver armor moved with grace and speed in the night-filled forests that were home to many fights but also filled with plenty of magic on its own. This is why the armored figure was here, for the magic to say the least. The armored figure stopped at a small cliff that rose above the lake that wisps danced around at night time. A sky blue eye in the left socket and a goldenrod eye in the right socket watched the wisps danced. This figure sighed as he shifted out of his armor, casting the needed changing spell to be placed in his robes that he used for more mystical operations that didn't require him to fight.
As the moon rose above Croatoa, the figure floated down closer to the lake and floated over the middle of it. The wisps moved, dancing around him, while he closed his eyes, extending his arms out in the separate directions they naturally pointed to. Magic flowed up this man's body, covering the silver and white robes he wore. His eyes looked up to the moon as he began to chant in an dialect that had been lost in time. Runes now lit the robes, the ground, and the sky as images flashed around the man. His head settled back into the right position as he watched the images. His arms slowly lowered as he nodded to himself.
Slowly, whatever spell had been casted stopped. The man came to a landing in the water, and he walked out of the small lake. However, he was interrupted in disappearing by two figures floating down before him. The heterochromia eyes of the figure looked to both figures and arched an eyebrow. The two figures before him were his friends and also his advisors in being a new hero.
The first man was an elderly looking man, who retained his full head of hair and powerful gaze within green eyes. His grey robes covered his body, but this did not trouble the man, but his solemn gaze did. Rare was it that this man, the mentor of his he had come to call Gabriel, held such a solemn gaze. Gabriel had lost emotions to better protect this world and to better teach those who would need the right path for learning magic instead of the dark path that tainted so many possible students of the arcane arts that Gabriel has become a master of.
The second man, who had hair as black as a raven, also held a solemn gaze. This man was Alistair Greysword, the somewhat infamous magical hero known as Dr. Warlocke and was one of the few friends that he held dear to him. The two were almost like brothers, give or take a few qualities. The solemn gaze came from grey eyes this time, and the two being here with such solem gazes made him worry.
"What is it?" came the voice of the man.
"Raphael is dead, Christopher"
Those words sent the man, named Christopher, to his knees in shock. His eyes were wild as Alistair stepped forward, crouching down and wrapping a black cloak around his friend. Alistair could only watch as Christopher looked to Gabriel, then him, almost in wild fury and fear rolled into one hard look.
"Who...who did it, Alistair? Who killed my son?!"
"Hexstone."
((OOC: This is my first attempt at writing CoH stuff that hopefully made sense. Short compared to the others up here, but I'll get them into a longer, better format :P This will first focus on the hero, Shadeknight, and then my villain Hexstone.))
Two Weeks Ago
Croatoa
The darkness of Croatoa, a place of magic and turmoil, was home to many things, such as the slumbering giant Jack in Irons and his minions. While sleep covered many of the inhabitants, few remained up. Some were on guard and some just watched as the creature known as Sally swam the small sea in Croatoa, happy for once to be undisturbed. It was in this night of Croatoa that a figure moved.
Silver armor moved with grace and speed in the night-filled forests that were home to many fights but also filled with plenty of magic on its own. This is why the armored figure was here, for the magic to say the least. The armored figure stopped at a small cliff that rose above the lake that wisps danced around at night time. A sky blue eye in the left socket and a goldenrod eye in the right socket watched the wisps danced. This figure sighed as he shifted out of his armor, casting the needed changing spell to be placed in his robes that he used for more mystical operations that didn't require him to fight.
As the moon rose above Croatoa, the figure floated down closer to the lake and floated over the middle of it. The wisps moved, dancing around him, while he closed his eyes, extending his arms out in the separate directions they naturally pointed to. Magic flowed up this man's body, covering the silver and white robes he wore. His eyes looked up to the moon as he began to chant in an dialect that had been lost in time. Runes now lit the robes, the ground, and the sky as images flashed around the man. His head settled back into the right position as he watched the images. His arms slowly lowered as he nodded to himself.
Slowly, whatever spell had been casted stopped. The man came to a landing in the water, and he walked out of the small lake. However, he was interrupted in disappearing by two figures floating down before him. The heterochromia eyes of the figure looked to both figures and arched an eyebrow. The two figures before him were his friends and also his advisors in being a new hero.
The first man was an elderly looking man, who retained his full head of hair and powerful gaze within green eyes. His grey robes covered his body, but this did not trouble the man, but his solemn gaze did. Rare was it that this man, the mentor of his he had come to call Gabriel, held such a solemn gaze. Gabriel had lost emotions to better protect this world and to better teach those who would need the right path for learning magic instead of the dark path that tainted so many possible students of the arcane arts that Gabriel has become a master of.
The second man, who had hair as black as a raven, also held a solemn gaze. This man was Alistair Greysword, the somewhat infamous magical hero known as Dr. Warlocke and was one of the few friends that he held dear to him. The two were almost like brothers, give or take a few qualities. The solemn gaze came from grey eyes this time, and the two being here with such solem gazes made him worry.
"What is it?" came the voice of the man.
"Raphael is dead, Christopher"
Those words sent the man, named Christopher, to his knees in shock. His eyes were wild as Alistair stepped forward, crouching down and wrapping a black cloak around his friend. Alistair could only watch as Christopher looked to Gabriel, then him, almost in wild fury and fear rolled into one hard look.
"Who...who did it, Alistair? Who killed my son?!"
"Hexstone."
((OOC: This is my first attempt at writing CoH stuff that hopefully made sense. Short compared to the others up here, but I'll get them into a longer, better format :P This will first focus on the hero, Shadeknight, and then my villain Hexstone.))