Ebon Skull Archives: The Story of Aspen Darkfire

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This is reposted from OES documentation for the pleasure of the Atlantic Community. Story by Pwyll of OES.

Hail readers, my name is Aspen Darkfire, below you will discover my true life story, never before seen by anyone.

I was a young boy who used to life on the outskirts of Trinsic, along with my mother and father in a small tent. We used to supply adventurers with equipment and food. We lived a happy life. My father earned enough money to keep us all happy, he would make armor, weapons and also tools, my mother would sew gowns, cloaks and clothes and I would bake bread, pick apples, grow food and look after the animals. Although it was hard work I never for one moment was unhappy. Scaling trees to pick apples built up my upper body strength and chasing the animals and scaring away wolves and bares gave me quick, strong and agile legs. My mother always used to say that one day we would move into a big house in the city. I would dream about the house that we would live in at night . Then one day, everything was proceeding as normal, I was out herding the pigs, mother was sewing a new red cloak and father was making a pick hammer as we were running low when there was a huge commotion just beside our tent. I heard my mother shout and instantly ran to the front of the tent. A pack of about twelve Dread Lords had attacked the city. My mother had been shouting for the guards. Suddenly a bolt of lightening came from the sky and struck one of the Dread Lords. He staggered but was still prepared to fight. Then a rush of Guards ran out from the gates and three Virtue Guards rode out on horse back. It was a magnificent sight. A huge battle followed. Fireballs, lightening, energy balls and flame fields sprung everywhere. One of the Guards had been badly wounded but picked up his halberd with his one good arm and swung at one of the Dreads in his dying moments, he connected just as one of the other Dreads sent an energy bolt his way, he fell dead on the floor but his halberd was lodged into the back of one of the Dreads lying on the floor, dead.

I just looked at the two dead bodies and thought to myself why, why did life have to be like this. Then suddenly a stray fireball headed towards me, my mother screamed at the top of her voice, dazed at her scream and panic I looked up and there was a streaming fireball heading towards me. Suddenly I felt a blow to my side and my father was there diving , pushing me aside. The fireball mist us both by a few inches. I felt dazed as I hit the floor in. I felt these incredibly strong arms pulling me up, it was my father. He asked me if I was all right, I just nodded. I looked up and the fight was almost over, dead bodies covered the floor and there was one remaining Dread Lord surrounded by two Guards and two Virtue Guards. One of the Virtue Guards was lying on the floor moaning. He was clutching his face because he had been hit an energy bolt in the face. The remaining Dread Lord fell dead and instantly the other Guards and Virtue Guards turned to there wounded and cast heal and resurrect. The wounded picked themselves up and the resurrected picked up there stuff off there blood stained bodies, they put on the armor and picked up the rest of the equipment. A crowd had gathered and a huge cheer rippled through them. The Virtue Guards and Guards returned to the city to attend to there wounds. I turned to see where my mother was and ran over to her. This was the first time I had seen someone die in battle. I was twelve and that memory of those two dead bodies would live with me for the rest of my life.

The rest of the day passed as normal, as if nothing had happened. My parents both seemed to have ignored it and so did I. Evening fell and I could here the celebrations of the days victory in the middle of the city. I was in the tent with the rest of my family when the doors burst open. The guards were there. They were drunk. I hid behind my father as he asked what he could do for these fine gentlemen. They said he could do not what they wanted but my mother could. One of the guards grabbed my mother and attempted to rape her. I screamed and ran at the Guard. He struck me across the face and shouted keep away from me vermin. My father yelled and pulled a bow out from behind the table and fired it at the Guard it struck him in the chest. He fell dead on the ground. The other guards fired fireballs at him and he fell. There was no hope for him. I cried out and pulled my pocket knife out and stabbed one of the other guards and felt a piercing pain in my back. I looked down and there was a sword running through my back. Then everything went blank. I awoke to find myself in a tower of which is now called Golgotha. I had been enslaved by the Order of Ebonskull. They had made me one of the undead. I swore to serve the the Lichlord Azalin, for he promised me the power of Oblivion. With that power I shall wreak vengeance upon the men of Lord British. One day soon I shall return and seek my revenge..