Rising his axe Garan turned and faced his opponents. Before him stood two large beings of obsidian and fire. They wielded large broadswords with burning edges.
"Perish mortal! This is not yours, nor is it the place of your goddess!" the first one roared.
"Not today beast!" Garan matched shout for shout.
The second bellowed a war cry and charge Garan, sword swinging. When the beast reached Garan he ducked it's sword swing, slashing upward with his own axe, leaving a gash from waist to chin. The maimed beast fell to the ground, sword discarded where it fell.
The other demon watched as Garan dispatch it's companion.
"You think you are tough human? Now you will face true power!" as it spoke those last words, it's form began to change.
From it's back it grew wings of rage fire, the heat from them incredible. The demons claws grew larger and the blade in it's grip turned obsidian, spikes growing and sprouting all over it's body. Garan mutter an oath and quickly discarded his axe drawing the two massive broadswords on his back, his house insignia flaring at his touch.
The newly changed demon bellowed it's rage as it slammed it's foot into the ground causing the entire cavern to shake. Garan fixed his stance then jumped into the air raising a blade over his head the other coming to gaurd, suprising the beast with the large mans speed. It held out it's blade to take the brunt of the assult.
Garan saw the demon defend against his raised sword and he saw his opening. In a measured manuvear he brought up the lowered sword taking a cut at the other side of the beast then pushing off and landing with a grunt sparks all around him. The demon roared barely noticing the gash sending a torrent of fire at the recovering knight.
'Oh damn!' cursed Garan as he dives to the side with a crash. Quickly making up for his mistake and whipping around making a quick dash and two long slashes at the demon's legs. The creature was able to block both swords with it's own and then tried to hit Garan with the spikes on it's other fists.
Expecting the attack, Garan spun and brought both swords through the enemies defences to stab through it's chest nearly to the hilt. Carefully Garan pushed the demon off his blades as it's burning eyes went dead and it fell, again causing the cavern to shake...
He rises from a large onix chair, looking over a small glade with large Oaks surrounding it. His dark eyes look around as he moves forward, a cloak of night flowing and whipping around his large frame.
"The Time has finally come," he says quietly, knowing no one is around and can't hear him.
He walks across the carpet of green grass and passes through the barrier of trees out to a bleak desert, completely different from what he was just in. He walks on, untiring, through the sand and wind towards a large tower. He looks up at it and stops before the bottom of it. Seemingly, there are no doors, but he solves that, by raising his hand, and part of the wall disappears and he steps inside, the portion of the wall reappearing and looking seamless.
He walks up the towers many stairs, his movements even and measured, nay a sound heard from him as he moves either. He reaches the top of the large staircase and walks through a large oaken portal, stepping into a quiet room with a gentle fire burning in the hearth. Looking around he walks to a large obsidian desk, sitting down in the chair and placing a large black gloved hand on a large diamond. Without speaking a word the diamond flashes crimson and it leaves it's place on the desk and floats out to the center of the room. He nods and it flashes brightly and slowly changes it's form. It stretches and becomes more humanoid as it becomes a being of diamond. A tall beautiful woman with skin of the purest white stands before the Dark man at the desk, her body clad in a silver dress. She curtsies to the man and says:
"Greetings Master."
He holds up his hand and shakes his head.
"Just Garan, just call me Garan," he says softly.
"Yes Garan as you wish," she says, her voice a symphony of melodies.
He nods and a sphere of water rises before them. "Watch, and learn." he says as images begin to flash inside the sphere.
The woman quietly watches everything that passes before her, and when it ends, she nods to him, "Then it is time is Garan?" she asks him.
"Aye, it is. Time for everyone and everything to come into place. That is why I called you here."
"Yes Garan, as a planeswalker, you have called me from my resting place to aid you."
"Yes, that's true, Tala."
"Then it is time we move, am I correct?" she asks.
Garan stands up and motions to the wall. A swirling gate appears and forms a gateway, the scene on the other side a brilliant forest.
"We move."
With that, they walked to the portal and stepped through, the gate closing behind them, the room becoming silent...
Falling to the ground with a thud, Darian looks up at the man that struck him. The other was tall, wearing a heavy black trenchcoat and wielded a crowbar. He loomed over Darian like a demonic shadow as he Darian wiped the blood from his mouth.
"Your gunna pay boy!" the man grunted as he started for Darian again.
Darian shakes his head and comes around quickly nailing the man in the leg sharply with a quick sweeping kick, knocking the man with a shout of suprise to the ground, and Darian quickly stands to his feet running for his bag which was dropped about twenty feet away. Just as he reaches the bag, he feels his body flash with pain as he falls to the ground, turning around to see the man standing up, evil in his eyes.
"Damn it," Darian cursed to himself as he crawled the last few feet to his bag, attempting to open it.
The other starts forward again, laughing harshly. Darian finally succeeds in opening the large bag, his teeth gritted in pain and he turns around and fire off his Hand Gun, knocking the Crowbar from the guys hand and knocking off his concentration, the pain quickly subsiding as Darian fires again, hitting the man square in the chest three times as the other falls over growling.
"Curse you mortal, you can't defeat us," the man swore as he lay there, no blood coming from his wound.
Darian stands up and looks down at him.
"Maybe not vampire, but I can try," Darian says quietly as he raises his hand and a ball of flame flys from it, incinerating the man below him, a scream of pain echoing through the alleyway.
Darian wipes whatever blood is still on his chin and walks over, placing the gun in it's holster and picks up his bag walking into the darkness...
Slowly he opens his eyes, blinking at the bright light above him, he runs his fingers through his blonde hair and slowly sits up. Sitting on the edge of the bed he looks around, the room unfamiliar, yet at the same time he knows he has been here a long time. He look over at the window to see a vast landscape of woodlands and mountains a smile coming to his face at the sight.
"I see you are awake my friend," someone says from the other side of the room.
"Ya, definately a nice place to wake up to," he says as he turns to look at the speaker.
"That's why I choose it Kian," the tall man in black said quietly.
"I know Garan, I know. I'm guessing the time has come hasn't it?" Kian says quietly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, seeing something sparkle from behind Garan, "who's 'ere with you?"
From behind Garan steps a lovely woman, that seems no more then 25, yet her eyes and the air of magic around hint at much greater age.
"This is Tala, one of those who will assit us," Garan replies as Tala nods.
Kian stands up slowly getting his footing and walking over, taking Tala's hand in his and softly kissing it as he bows, "Tis a pleasure to meet you," Kian says quietly, a slight smile on his face.
Tala nods and flushes slightly, "Likewise," she replies once he let's go of her hand.
Garan continues, "We have a few more people to awaken and revive, there is much to be done, your weapons and gear are over on the shelf and hanger."
Kian nods and walks over, looking at the sword in it's scabbard, taking it in his hand and slowly drawing the blade, the sound of metal ringing in the room. Kian looks at the blade quietly for a long time then turns to Garan.
"I'll be out in a moment friend," he says as he looks up from the polished steel.
Garan nods and steps aside so Tala can leave the room. Garan turns for a moment at the door.
"It's good to see you old friend. It has been too long," Garan speaks quietly.
"Aye it has Garan. Aye it has," Kian replies turning around as Garan nods and leaves the room.
The room is quiet as the shadows creep in room corners, the firelight warm and comforting as a large man walks into it carrying a large mug. He sits down quietly, the crest on his arm signifying a high station among his clansmen. He sips at the mug comfortably as he sits in his comfortable chair and watches the fire, feeling assured that none could hurt him or his family this night or any night. Suddenly there is a creak at his window, he turns around to look at it, but only finds a small bird having landed on the window sill. He chuckles at himself for being so paranoid and puts aside his feelings to enjoy the fire.
Outside however, the darkness is harsh and cold as a shadow detaches itself from the wall and begins to move silently. None of the people of the clan would notice this shadow unless it wanted them to see it, and by that time, it would be too late for them. Moving swiftly he jumps to a roof, the sky clouded and angry, rain having fallen earlier that eve. Someone was walking across the ground below as he moved from roof to roof. The man below looked up at a faint noise but never saw anything, a dagger striking him in the chest, knocking him backwards. The shadow continued on.
As the fire started to die, the high ranking clansman stood up to put a few logs on the fire, just as he reached the pile of wood, a dagger flew through the air and struck the piece of wood he was reaching for. He moved back in shock and reached for the sword at his belt. Grabbing nothing but belt he remembered that he had placed it beside his chair. Turning around he saw a man in dark clothing, a mask covering his face.
"W Who are you??" he stammered.
"Does it really matter?" the other replied, drawing his Katana slowly, the blade reflecting the firelight dangerously.
"What do you want with me?" the clansman asked as he inched his way to his chair and sword.
"Nothing, but your life." the other replied again coldly, his eyes portraying a hint of enjoyment in this.
The clansman was taken aback by this and thoughts ran through his head.
"My kin will hunt you down if you kill me. You won't survive this," he challanged back, hoping this would scare him off.
"How do you know they aren't all already dead fool," The dark killer moved slowly forward.
"No, that's immpossible," he jumped forward grabbing for his sword.
The other was just a bit quick kicking the man in the chest as he moved through the air, sending the clansman flying and slamming into the ground just before the fire, the dark assassin raising his blade.
"Nothing is immpossible," he speask quietly as he slash the other in the neck quickly, watching as the other gurgled and choked then died at his feet.
