Kandred stood on a rocky plain, wondering about his avility to deviate flame and air with such ease. Maybe I should become a mage. He thought. Sckitter came into view on the horizon, Kandred flew towards him, eager to hear about the happenings in the Battle Dome. When the two companions met, they landed on a knoll. "What has passed?" Kandred asked, he then noticed a scratch on Sckitter's chest from one breast all the way down to his hip. "There... was another...dragon...like me. I tried to befrined it..." Sckitter stopped and coughed up blood, and then said in his deep voice, "And it tried to kill me, so I fought it. It had a...human companion...who gave me this to...give to you." Scitter spun around to show a thwowing spear lodged in his back. Kandred pulled it out, and snapped the pole in to. "What did he want from us?"
"It was a female...the human and...the...dragon was to...they were both...female." Kandred picked up the spearhead, it had an amulet lodged in it. Kandred clawed at it with his claws and then eventually rent the spearhead open and pulled the amulet out. The amulet was steel with orbs of amber studded into it. "What was the human and dragon's name?"
"The...human was...Gueneala...and the dragon...Venisean...the...dragon said that...the amulet was meant for...you by...inheritance..."
"Where did you meet them?"
"By the...shore...it's just four...leagues northwest...of here...they said that...you were...The Crimson Aura...and...they knew your...name..."
"We must set out for the shore as soon as you have recovered."
But Sckitter did not heal. He was in deathly pain for another month, and was continuously coughing up blood, and he was finding it hard to breathe or talk. "Will you be able to travel to the shore?"
"No...I will not."
"Can you stay here by yourself?"
"Yes." Sckitter had agreed to stay in the rocky plain whilst Kandred went on to the shore.
Kandred left at the dawn after the night of the agreement. Kandred crossed mountains, plains, lakes, desert, and any other concievable terrain. Kandred had Made a chain of iron and had the amulet hanging from his neck. He had found some cloth and made a scarlet cloak for himself. He began to think about his parents and Sckitter, and then on the fifth day of his travels, Kandred saw the blackly garbed skeleton again. It stood on a rocky pillar in the ruins of a once thriving city. This time it wore a black cloak and wielded a bastard sword. Kandred faught the omen for a day and a night, until finally, he slew the undead vermin. Kandred ripped the skull of the neck of the body, tore a large hole in the bottom of the bone, and donned the skull as a helmet. Kandred burnt his skin on his face and let it melt together with the bone, untill the skull was irremovable, it was part of his face. At the back of the skull-face he rent a hole to pull his red and white hair through, he then put his ork helmet on, and put his hood over his face. He looked into a pool of water and unmasked his face from his hood and orc helmet. He saw anelf with a skull for a head, and a fearsome sight it was. He pulled of his cloak and grabbed the rib cgae. He ripped the arms and legs off of it and put it over his torso. He then melted his skin to the ribcage untill it was unmovable. He donned his chain mail, and then his cloak. from the remaning bone of the skeleton, he fashioned a staff, with an orb of bone atop it. In the orb there were small holes all over it, and inside the orb there was a flame whitch Kandred had deviated. "I am now Kandred Omenarmour, and also the Crimson Aura! I shall find the Badgerden of Greenhall and destroy their lives, homes, and their land. I shall raise mountain to dust, and greenland to unhospitable desert. I have chosen this as my life, and I will live it in pain and unexplainable horror! Greenhaaaaaaaall!"
Kandred unfurled his wings, which he had learnt to use to fly. He glided over the land untill he came to the sea, and he began to fly over that.
OoC: My other ZU account, Demon Warmaster, stuffed up, so I made myself another one, called Daemon Warchief, and I am now continuing this here fiction! So here it is: The Crimson Aura!
EDIT: Kandred stook part in a battle, it fits into Kandred's story line, and the link is here. You should read the first post, then the start of this one, than the Battle, then the rest of this post, and then the rest of the story.
In the nights to come, Kandred dreamt of a lady, his age, that rode a dragon, in the dream, she said: “Kandred Omenarmor, The Crimson Aura. You have inherited a dragon-tear from the gods. You have mush untapped power, and with the Auras you will be of great might. Heed my words, as I will not call you through dream again. Travel to the dunes of lost city. There you will meet a boy called Bagan. Together you will form The Alliance of the Auras. I am Gueneala, your sister, I am four years older than you, and I am an Aura also. Find the lost Auras, they shall be able to use magic, but will not completely understand their power. To the dunes of lost city, take flight!” and take flight he did. “Time for my new form of travel.” Said Kandred with a snarl. A pair of angel wings sprouted from Kandred’s back, and they set on fire, and he flew with great speed. Three days later he saw a grouping of sand dunes, and he flew towards it with haste. When he arrived at noon, he saw a ruined city at the center. He landed atop a pillar and obseved his surroundings. Kandred saw a child a few blocks down and flew over to greet him. Kandred unflamed his wings as not to scare the boy. "Who are you?" said the boy.
"I am Kandred." Replied Kandred, revealing his skull-face.
"Are you human?"
"No. I am an elf, and i suspect you are Bagan."
"I am, sir, but may I ask, how did you know my name?"
"I was told by an Aura. I am the second of the Auras, and I am The Crimson Aura. What powers have you?"
"I, I can shapeshift into a hawk, and I can also render myself invisible."
"Show me, the invisibility first."
"Yes sir." Bagan pointed his arms at the sky, and then disappeared.
"Reappear." Said Kandred orderingly, and Bagan reappeared infront of him. "Now show me the hawk."
"Yes Kandred." Bagan's entire body turned white, then changed into a giant hawk, with a wingspan nearly the same size as Kandred's. "Good, very good. You shall be The Hawk Aura."
"Thank you sir. I don't have any weapons, shall I need some?"
"Yes. Take this, is was my father's." Kandred tossed his short sword and sheath to Bagan, and then threw the sword belt. Within minutes Bagan had fastened his sword belt around his waist and buvkled the sheath with the sword in it.
"Thank you Crimson."
"It was a pleasure, Hawk. And welcome to The Alliance of the Auras!"
"May I come with you back to Sckitter?"
"How did you know that was where I was going?"
"I can sometimes read minds, Crimson."
"More suprises, eh?"
"You may come with me, you would make good company." Bagan smiled. he proceded to change into his hawk form, but kandred spoke, "Stop changing." Bagan obliged, and he was now a boy with brown wings. "See? Now you can just stay like that and unfurl your wings when you want!"
"You are a very wise man, Crimson."
"Perhaps I am, but I've never been called wise before."
"Well I think that you are."
"Thank you. Would you like a cloak?"
"No thank you."
"Okay, we should be off now to get back to Sckitter, he is wounded."
"I know." Kandred gave a little chuckle, and unfurled his wings.
Night passed and dat came, and Sckitter came into sight, they landed next to him. "Who are you...Kandred?" Sckitter was looking alot sicker han he was before. "Yes, it is me." Kandred pulled back his hood and pulled his helmet off. "What have you...done to...yourself?"
"I have become The Crimson Aura, and htis boy, Bagan, is The Hawk Aura, or Hawk."
"I am...dying...can you save me?"
"No, all I can do is let the pain pass swiftly."
"Please...Kandred..." Sckitter raised his head up until his nose touched Kandred's Skull-face. "Remember me...and don't...fall into darkness...don't...become evil...can you...promise me that?"
"Yes, I vow by the dragons'-tears. I vow that I will not fall into darness, to become evil."
"There is good...in this world...a world that...we are part of...release that good...and destroy all...malice...that the world holds. Only then will I grant you my blessing...now...please...swift the pain...away." Without a word, Kandred levitated a stone above Sckitter's forehead, and then shot it into the dragon's forehead. Kandred's dragon-tear glowed scarlet, and it burnt Kandred's chest. Kandred tried to remove the chain, but it tightened around his neck and he couldn't get it over his head. Kandred was strangled to near death, and fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
"Crimson! Wake Up! Crimson!" Kandred awoke to the sound of Hawk's voice. "What is it?"
"There's an army of men marching at us, I saw them from the air whilst I was hunting."
"What are there numbers?"
"Twenty thousand, at least."
"When will they reach hereAnd are you sure they are coming for us?"
"Yes, they were marching to the beat of a troll beating a drum, and the commander yelled, 'The Crimson Aura shull be dead by nightfall!' and he was sounding very serious and angry."
"We can win, we can do it."
"How? How can two people kill over twenty thousand well trained and armored souldiers?"
"We can't. But us and an army can."
"Where will this army come from?"
"The dens of Greenhall."
"But I thought you hated the Greenhall Badgerden!"
"I do. But if they had not passed my house so many years ago, then I would not be here now." Kandred's face went from grim to grin. "And they will answer to me. I am like a saint to them, though I did kill quite a lot of their kin. They look up to anyone that has more fighting prowess than them. We can make it in time, trust me." Kandred and Hawk unfurled their wings, and flew to the mountains. When they arrived, at noon on the third day, the could only see the army of men on the horizon. The two Auras walked through a tunnel that had been dug by the Badgerden, and then finally they got to their destination. The gloom of the caverns took a while to adjust to, but eventually Kandred could see. He stepped onto a stone podeum with Bagan. "Greenhaaaaall! Hear me!" Every last Badgerden looked his way. "I am Kandred Omenarmor, The Crimson Aura, and this is Bagan Hawk, The Hawk Aura! We come for your help. An army of men, twenty thousand in numbers, marches for me and my companion, to slaughter us. With your help, we can defeat them! Now, let us put our differences aside. I am of skin, you are of fur. But we must jojn together, to foil this force's attempt to crush our freedom in this world, to let us unite under one banner, let us fight as kindred spirits!" In the minutes that followed, there was much commotion, then, a Chieftain stepped onto the stage. "Oi agree with Crimson and Hawk! Le' us foight soid boi soid, unoit under one banner! Greenhall!" Much roaring of agreement folloed, and then the Badgerden Chiftain spoke to Kandred, "Look 'ere, you've much nerve to cumm before us'ns and talk wid us. But you are roight abou' wun thing: we must foight for our freedom. Moi best elites will accompany you and 'Awk 'ere, they will take any command you give 'em, so will the rest of us, 'cept me, o' course. All of us'ns will foight to da finish. Every single wun of us'ns is foightin'. We will mee' you two uns at the south gate, evey last one of us'ns is the soize of a fully gown man a' least. We all will 'ave armor and sturdy axes. Now, le' your blood not spill."
"And you two, Chieftain."
"The name's Gej."
"Then, I honor you, Gej of Greenhall. Let your blood not spill."
Kandred and Hawk met Gej at the southern gate of the mountain. They looked out over the flats that lay before them, a few deer and faun stroled accross the plains, bounding over stones and rocks. Twilight took the world, turning day to night. "When do we march?" Asked Kandred.
"Now, and we must do it quickly."
"They are close now, we should ride, have you any mounts?"
"Yes. Wolves. They are all suited for Badgerden, but, we could foind one yer soiz."
"Cumm wiv me. Us'ns should should get a move one." Gej said in his gruff voice, walking off over the rocks. Kandred and Hawk flew over him, and landed when they got to a cave, full of wolves large enough to carry a troll or Badgerden. Gej led him to a wolf the right size for Kandred. Kandred hopped on, grabbing some reins. Gej jumped on the largest wolf there, and then pulled out a troll-sized cross bow, and fitted a tube into it. "What's that weapon you have there, Gej?"
"It's a Badgerden bow! Very sophistica'ed machine. See this tube 'ere? It'd be full o' bolts, i' feed da bol's into va bow, pulls back the string, fires the bolt when you pull dis trigger, an' then pu's anova bolt in. And, if'n you hold the trigger down," Gej held the trigger back, pointing the bow at the flats, and one bolt shot out after another, and fired twelve bolts in three seconds. "Amaizing! Do you have any my size?"
"Yes! An' you'd loik i' alot zurr. 'Ere!" Gej threw a Badgerden bow to Kandred, and also threw three bolt tubes to Kandred, who fitted a tube in, and fstened the others to his belt.
A few minutes later, the elite Badgerden came up to the cave, mounted their wolves, fitted their boiws, and gej yelled a single word: "Charge!" they all bounded down the mountainside, grwoling, and then Kandred saw the army of Badgerden run out of tunnels in the side of the mountain, they all were bearing a sword or a spear, a sheild, and had a Badgerden bow over their backs. Every last one of them was on a wolf, and they met the army of men in seconds. "Greenhaaaaaaaaaaall!!" They charged into battle, aimed their bows at the sky, fired, holding the trigger down all the while. Bolts flew into the air, in the thousands, and came raining down upon the humans. When they had all used their bolts out, they hopped of their mounts, and fought on foot, whilst the wolves ran about slaughtering the humans and then eating them. Kandred found a bolt tube, and fitted it into his bow. he looked around for any survivors, but found none. On the way back to the mountains, something grabbed Kandred's leg, and pulled him down. The man stood up, and stole Kandred's bow. and then stabbed Kandred through the schest with a short sword. Kandred gasped for air, and fell down. He had nbot been killed though. He stood, and saw the man limping towards Hawk. Kandred tried to yell out to Bagan, but could not speak, jsut a moan came, but no one heard. The man crouched, and aimed the weapon at Bagan's head, Kandred sprinted, and jumped over the man, taking the last thirty bolts of the tube to the gut, he stifled a scream. Hawk spun around, just to see his frined be slain. "Kandred!" Hawk swooped upwards, turning into his hawk form. He screiched, and flew down, biting the man in the neck with his powerful beak, in a slit second, the man managed to grab his dagger and stab the hawk in the neck. The mighty birnd and man lay there, in a pile of death's cold embrace.
"I pity you, Kandred. Being killed by your own weapon, but I honor you, you saved someone else's life by sacrificing your own." Garenjin the demigod of elves nealt over his body, and removed the bolts from his gut. "You will be weakened, but remade. Your abilities with fire and air will remain, but your memory will not." Garenjin lifted Kandred's form onto his back, and flew upwards to the top of the highest mountain in the Greenhall mountains, and lay Kandred on a platform of granite. On the platform a circle was engraved, with a triangle in the middle of it. Kandred lay in the triangle, and Garenjin pulled out a dagger, and placed the tip of the blade in the middle of Kandred's chest, and slid the blade downwards, towards Kandred's lower torso, and drew a map of the stars on Kandred's torso. Garenjin then flipped the dead man over, and began to continue the map on Kandred's back. When the map was complete, Garenjin pulled out an urn and poured divine water over Kandred's blood died form. Kandred's body glew, and Kandred rose in height, and a dark mist came over him, and turned into a grey cloak. Kandred's hair no longer in dreadlocks, but in fine, ghostly white hair, with crimson streaks. Kandred stood, and did not remember a thing. right then, Kandred's entire previous life flashed befor his eyes, and he began to climb down the rocks. The divine water had ran into the scars made by the dagger that Garenjin wielded, and they shon midnight blue. Kandred eached the bottom of the mountains, and began to walk the earth once more, weakened, but remade.
[Remember, I will be there for you if you fail...]
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