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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

Sorry, Gared, but it's obvious that Alexander is meant to be you. Alexander is one of the only charries in this story who wasn't added in by a CBer (like Klia or Florle), but he's a main charrie. So yes, you are a vampire elf, and that's kinda OP.

Ok, this is Gared. I am @ing  @Gared. I will keep Alexander as he is. I am aware that he is powerful, but you need to consider this: just because he is an MC doesn't take away anything from anyone else. The other elementals are only weak beacause you made them so. You could make a 5000 year old gorgon vampyre with fare and water powers, and I would be fine.

When I say "OP" in this fantasy setting, I mean no: "I am a mutant elf which is actualy a god that can destroy anything."

Please, make a more powerful second charracter.

Also, Alexander is his nickname. His real name is Klyn-Ezra. And nobody has asked how old he is. Avin-Avina and Klyn-Ezra are the mentor characters. 

Klyn-Ezra was dead. The falling battlement made sure of that. Wynnasill and her men had charged at the castle. They had hurled rocks and explosives from trebuchets, and the walls had crumpled as if they were cards. Avin-Avina was gone, and Selena had hurt her leg.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The woods were dark, and Elysia was angry. How dare those inquisitor mutts act like that. Her hands burned with a white and blue flame.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Captain Wynnesaill stabbed the WarBlade of the vampyre warrior into the table. The king backed up. Wynnesaill threw the front of Alexander’s chestplate on top of the ephemeral blade.

“You,” She growled. “King. I have lost good men. Good men will never see their families again. But it is done. I have killed the vampyres.”

Jack was in trouble. Of course that blacksmith was an idiot. Anyone who thought they could beat Jack in anything was. The blacksmith ran out of his smoking shop, carrying a heavy hammer. Jack noted with glee that one side of the hammer’s head was misshapen and ugly.

The townsfolk saw the lines on Jack’s arm and head, and the aura of menace that surrounded him. The blacksmith saw a bear, with brown fur and a scarred face.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jack ran through the forest. His stolen sword swung from his belt. He stopped and pulled it from his belt. “Hmmm,” He thought. “Stolen… Owner was murdered. Wait, many owners were murdered. WarBlade. Enchanted silver.”

Jack swung the sword. A shimmering ghost appeared.

“You,” Jack ordered at the spector. “Find the nearest living elemental.”

The ghost was an elf. He had shimmering armor and red warpaint. The fangs of a vampyre shimmered in his mouth. He shimmered more brightly, then disappeared.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I,” The girl said. “Am Elysia. What are you doing in this forest?”

“I know. I have already mapped your mind. How are you, fire elemental. I know your friends are in the woods nearby. Bring them here. Also, you need more control of your powers.” Jack replied.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Florle swung a jet of burning air, and a tree was thrown high in the air. Jack walked in, and without preamble said: “You, Florle, have powers over wind. Selena, you have powers over ice. Klia, you have powers over water. And I have already met Elysia. I am Jack, telepath and BeastTamer. Human changeling.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~