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[Arakad]

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The armored steed swiftly made its way north from Delucia, metal plated hooves beating clay dirt into the air as its rider weilded the large ruby no-dachi, its blood hued edge slicing the walking lizard men and orcs in twine upon contact, as one fell the momentum of the swing went to another. Its icy powers sending back shocks into the riders prey.

The unfearing steed came to an abrupt halt as its rider agily dismounted, kitsune fur boots sloshing through brown crumbling grass. The sound of weapons clinking over the mans body....an axe dark as night itself straped to his back, a katana of blood on his left and a wakizashi on his front, dark glowing shurikens and daggers hanging in pouches from his belt. And in his sword hand the ice cold ruby red blade of the large no-dachi.

The metal mask, concealing the cloaked figures face, glistened in the pale moonlight. A deep blue glow from benath the over hanging kasa gave a grimace. The city before the dark paladin was in a state of crumble and decay, a curse that has been laid years in the past echoed out into the eternity of the present. Lifetimes unable to rest in peace walked the ground towads the heavly armed man.

A once renown king now a mindless Lich lost without oblivion stumbled towards Arakad, arms outstretched and magical enchantments echo from its bellow that once was a mouth, fireballs start to fall from the sky... the gifts from fellow undead.

A fell swoop and a practiced hand as the dark paladin began to parry the magical attacks harmlessly behind him. A roll forwards and a swift thrust up with the nodachi sends the lich into a scatter of bones, useing his momentum the blade strikes in a twirl around him sending the heads of the rest of his fallen brethren to their final rest.

The yellow putrid eyes of those lost to the fall of oblivion could be seen in the debris of housing and mounds of rocks, ghasts and ghouls crawling up from the ground, skeletons by the score seem to raise mindless from the earth.

The undead stumble towards the beacon of dark life as it wields the blade of frozen blood, taking a quick look at the numbers standing before him a sneer could almost be seen behind his cowl as he raised the blade up and took a running charge towards the mass headed for him. "We've come for our answers. And your minions will not keep me from what we seek!"

A swift swing of his blade and the momentum from the force sends over a dozen skeletons to a scattering of bones and entrails. The ruby red blade sliced with unseen swiftness as he ran towards the fallen cathedral, the ghastly glowing windows a beacon for the glowing blue sigils that mark his hidden skin.

A singing bolt of lightning from the heavens strikes the dark paladin hard, the mempo and kasa flying from his face, the armor tearing at the seams and his gloves rip visibly The meer anjuric glyphs upon his skin swirl with a life of their own.
~There... isn't that better... your true self visible at last. You will make a fine servant for the new Eternal~