The king sat in his throne of gold, a bloodstained helmet lay at his feet.

“So.” He growled. “Inquisitor Dhampir is dead. How, may I ask?”

The High Priest sat in a corner. “Ah,” The priest began. “It was a… elemental savage. Her name was Klia. She has the curse of water that runs through her veins.”

“Send me to the HuntMen. We march on the city. We burn the city.” The kind yelled.

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When the priest left, the king grabbed the dented helmet. He threw it across the room, where it hit a wall.

“Yes, my liege?” I hissing voice echoed from a shadowy corner.

“Qienun, oh demon lord, tell me were these elementals are.” The king whispered.

Out of the corner the body of a humanoid slithered. A human head and chest was attached to a serpent’s body. It’s eyes were white, and they flashed open to reveal eyes completely black.

“Yessssss,” Qienun hissed. “They are in the woods. They are with a prince of mortals: a vampyre. He has the will of an ox, and the sly wit of the assassin that seeks the head of a traitor. We demons know him well. He is a pupil of Avin-Avina, daughter of Rogerouse the Vile One. He is Alexander.”

“Good,” The kind murmured. “Kill them all.”

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Alexander lead the small party through the woods. He lead them to a ruined castle. The battlements had long fallen prey to the elements, and a great part had collapsed. A solitary figure stood at the gate.

Elysia held a small flame in each hand. Even without the aura of cold around Selena, the place was cold.

THe figure at the gate swung a longsword from hand to hand. She had dark skin, and her eyes burned a vengeful red. She hefted the sword, then jumped into the air, landing before Alexander.

“You have come back: Master Klyn-Ezra.” The woman said. She wore a blood red toga, with long sleeves, and a black jacket. Her hair was long, and fell unbraided on her back.

“Indeed, Master Avin-Avina. The Bann is growing in popularity. I have brought more elementals. This is no longer a fight for our kind alone.” Alexander replied.

“Great. But why are you called Klyn-Ezra?” Florle cut in.

“That is my true name. Alexander is a nickname.” Alexander replied.

“It is the truth. Now please enter the stronghold of the the Night.” Avin-Avina requested.

Please join soon, as a bad guy, or make a bad charrie.

Word Cloud made from major names in this story!

Can someone make a shapeshifter charrie?

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Klyn-Ezra stood in the woods. He sensed the horses and riders coming closer. He ran back to the ruined castle.

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“You need control, Ely-Sia,” Avin-Avina murmured. She had just watched the girl destroy a scarecrow with a flick of her arm.

“Yea right.” Elysia was unconvinced.

The door exploded open. Klyn-Ezra stood in the crater where a wall had stood. He motioned, and a vine slid back to the ground. He stood in a dark cloak, his full-plate armor gleamed.

“The HuntMen are coming. Ready your blade.

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Klyn-Ezra pulled a silver WarBlade from the tomb it rested in. He swung it, and ghosts, shimmery and translucent, appeared around him. He slid the blade into his belt, and walked into the sunlight. And there were the HuntMen. In silver armor, with their battle axes. This would be a fight.

Captain Wynnesaill, High Inquisitor, Leader of the HuntMen, looked just a little smug. Not too smug, just the faintest trace. Her troops spread out, running or riding towards the ruined castle.

Then… noise. Survivors swore that the blast of flame came slightly before the wurm smashed the ground around them. Some would say a jet of ice blocked the castle from an ExplosionMage’s blast. Most of the HuntMen survived, but it was clear the forest was no place for a few hunters.

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The elemental mages returned to find a demon. A spider demon was in the courtyard, and it did not look happy. All around, spiders were crawling. Klyn-Ezra grabbed his sword. Everyone else prepared to shoot their elemental powers. Avin-Avina was the first to move. She tossed a jet of what looked like tar. But it didn’t stick to the exoskeleton of the spider demon: it went straight through. And when Avin-Avina pulled her hand back, the spider demon scuttled away.

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Klyn-Ezra sat across from Florle. More accurately, they both levitated across from each other.

“Florle,” Klyn-Ezra began. “You lack the true capability of power. You could be very powerful, but you send drafts and warm breezes. You must learn true emotion as you cast your power.”

“Hmmm. I see. But how are you levitating?” Florle asked.

“The elves of this land are gifted in many respects. We train in the ways of multiple powers. I am trained in Aeromancy, and Pyromancy as well as Life and death Magic. I am, in short, an elf.” Klyn-Ezra looked dark and gloomy as he spoke those words.

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“Solos, my friend. How have you fared?” Avin-Avina spoke.

The boy, apparently Solos, had appeared at the gates earlier that day. Klyn-Ezra had let him in.

“Yes, I did. I have found something that will interest you. Few enforcers came our way last night, but they were carrying these.” Solos gare something to Avin-Avina that Klia couldn’t see. Klia had been standing by the door, when she heard the conversation.

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Avin-Avina stood at the crossroads. She held a long, gilded, iron rod, with a curving spike at one end. She pointed the curved horn at the Inquisitor, who was backing away.

“Why are you in the elvish sector, Inquisitor? You know the treaty. Elves have the forest. You broke the treaty. I will let you go, but you will not return.” Avin-Avina pointed at the end of the forest, then she strolled rapidly away.

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The king slammed his gauntleted hand in the table. All around him, his generals stood. Enough Bann Enforcers and Inquisitors had been sent to a lonely castle in Elf Territory, and they had been defeated.

“You don’t understand.” Wynnesaill yelled. “We shouldn’t send priests. There are vampyres there. The blessed magic does nothing. The only way we can win is by sending steel, steel and iron and blood and sweat. That is the only way.”

That is why the next morning a party of High Knights, High Inquisitors, and a mob of armed civilians made their way towards the castle were Avin-Avina and the elementals dwelt.