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[Trillin]

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Nox Bane

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Chapter 1, Defeat

The coldness of the cement floor overwhelms his body with a glacial chill, as Trillin lay upon the hard surface. His savagely beaten body is dragged by those who he had come to kill. His attack on the Yew abbey was quickly ended by guards who sought Trillin out for his crimes against humanity. Trillin's fate was sealed, his name would only remain, as did Thanatos', amongst the Gladiators of Jhelom. Two of the guards clutched Trillin by his arms, dragging him into the dark halls of the Abbey, as another two guards followed suit with spears pointing at his back. The guards were transporting Trillin to the roof of the Abbey.
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EARLIER...


Trillin sat alone in the dim cell of the Stronghold, watching what little light filter through the keep dance over the blade of the replica of Nox Bane. A slight smile grew upon his lips as it had been Kai who had found what Trillin was looking for, the monks of Yew had kept the true Nox Bane a secret for years.

Trillin walked out from the keep where Flur ,his dark steed, had been awaiting him. With little effort he mounted Flur, and snapped the reins sending the horse into a gallop toward Yew. Tree branches whipped at his face as he moved through the forest. Trillin's eyes flickered crimson red as a large fireball shot from his hand toward a large yew tree which would have been in his way, blowing it into splinters. Flur did not hesitate and continued through the smoldering ashes of the once great tree. Pushing through the remainder of the forest, he approaches the dirt roads of yew, gaining speed Trillin rides toward the Abbey.

Pulling back the reins, Trillin stops short of the Abbey. Silence surrounded him. Trillin senses the arrow a second too late and the head buried itself in the flesh of his shoulder, unhorsing him. He lands in an unceremonious heap. As the dust settles around him,Trillin pulls himself to his feet and pulls the arrow from his shoulder. Monks of the Abby slowly surround him with blades and spears in hand. Trillin drops the bloody arrow and dashes at the nearest monk. Such a furious attack was unexpected, and Trillin used the opportunity to plant his knees into the monks neck, crushing his windpipe. Trillin rolls, grabbing the now struggling monks sword and recovers to his feet, cutting down another approaching monk and sending blood splattering over his face. Trillin drives the point of his blade into the next victims chest. Two more monks charge at Trillin with spears in hand. Trillin kicks the dying monks body toward them, sending them off balance and snapping one of the spear shafts in half. Trillin catches the falling spear tip before it hits the ground and shoves the tip of the spear into the eye socket of one stumbling monk. He turns to toss a fireball toward the other setting him on fire. His screams echo in the once silent night. The remaining monks collect themselves as they surround Trillin completely. Trillin draws his own sword as the monks approach him from all angles. Trillin lunges at his target, dropping to his knees and bringing the blade of his sword around to slice through the mans legs. In one fluid motion, Trillin is back on his feet and swinging his blade hand upward, removing the man of his sword arm. He turns toward his rear enemies, just in time to counter the arc of a broadsword aimed at his chest. The force of the blow sends Trillin sprawling. The monks surround him. There's no escape.

Trillin lay sprawling on the white cement floor of the Abbey. His beaten body is quickly dragged by those who he had come to slaughter. He was caught off guard a situation he rarely found himself in. Trillin's fate was sealed, and he would soon find himself moving toward the roof of the Abbey. The guards clutched Trillin by his arms, transporting him ever so closer to his demise, as another two guards followed lowering his chances of any possible escape. There at the top of the tower, a rope awaited him with an older monk who did not hide his face. Perhaps this was the leader of the battalion who had put Trillin in this circumstance. The guards walked Trillin toward the edge of the tower where the older man put the rope around his neck, Trillin but laughed in the mans face....

To Be Continued...