{"_cid":27,"_tid":396,"_uid":125,"_mainPid":3774,"_viewcount":11066,"_title":"Chapter 1: Homecoming","_timestamp":1116033272000,"_deleted":0,"_status":0,"_content":"~~[size=140]~~
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\nTiglas lay on the ground, head detached from body, slowly withering to ash. Leader and fellow founder of the Cult of Power, he was no more.
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\nMythology, fellow founder of the Cult and sworn brother to Tiglas, stood over what remained of his comrade. The burning fire of hatred and anger enveloped him, his black eyes filled with chaotic circles of red; pure hatred glowing in the darkness. He knew that for this to happen, someone close had betrayed him.
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\n“Myth, you might want to see this.”
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\nAs he walked up the hill, the sounds of swords clashing rang like echoes in his ears. From the top of the hill, two warriors could be seen fighting in the pale moonlight, both bathed in the insignia of the Cult. Xevira started towards the violence, but Mythology stopped him.
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\n“Xev, I understand how you feel, but both warriors down there could finish you without thought. I know Turlis and Redraven very well, as both trained directly under Tiglas and I. I can barely hear a word they are saying from this distance, though.”
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\n“Redraven, you son of a bitch!”
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\nRedraven looked down his blade upon Turlis. Although he was a very strong and great warrior, Redraven was much stronger and greater yet. Personally trained by Tiglas and Mythology, the two vampires that followed the teachings of the Cult of Power for many years stood face to face.
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\n“It figures that when Myth leaves to travel the lands, you would take the opportunity to destroy the Cult! You were only here for the glory of battle and the destruction of others. You cared nothing for the teachings, nor the honor in what you did!”
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\n“You're a fool if you think I did this! Everything I did, EVERYTHING, was for the glory of the Cult! Before Mythology had left, he asked me to help Tiglas and Soth with any affairs that arose! When given that type of trust from the one whose teachings I idolized, why would I ever do this?”
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\n“Quit your lies! I saw you standing over Tiglas' body, blade running red with blood! Tiglas' blood! I'm no fool, Redraven, and even if you kill me today, your days will be numbered soon enough! Myth will hunt you through the Abyss to destroy you with his own two hands!”
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\nWith a flick of the wrist, Turlis buried the dagger “Shadow dancer” into Redraven’s chest, causing him to stumble back and clutch the wound.
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\n“You're still a fool. It doesn't matter, you've made your point clear. Only one of us will be able to walk away from here alive.”
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\nRedraven then ripped the dagger from his chest and began a full assault on Turlis.
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\nMatching every move, Turlis fought the best fight of his life. Images of Tiglas' decimated body, Ingen's throat being ripped open, Zanathos' charred remains flooded Turlis' conscious, driving him to fight harder and harder this night.
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\nRedraven’s anger and frustration grew with every blow. He knew if he didn’t end this fight with Turlis quickly, his body would wear down from his earlier struggles.
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\n“..one of us will be able to walk away from here alive.”
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\nLooking down at the battlefield, Mythology and Xevira both watched Redraven lunge towards Turlis. The two traded blows, parrying, feinting, dodging, fading in and out of battle. It was obvious Redraven's form was better, but that Turlis was fighting with the essence of pure hatred.
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\n“Lukus, Xevira, you both have helped me with some physical and philosophical struggles over the last couple of years. You have saved my life more than once. You both heard Redraven though, he attacked Turlis, and has already killed my brotherhood. Turlis and I are all that remain, and I mean to make sure we remain after today. But, this is something I must deal with alone.”
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\nLukus and Xevira both nodded, knowing there was nothing they could do to sway their friend's mind.
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\nMythology picked up the lance called “The Destroyer of Gods” from the ashes that remained of Tiglas. It was the weapon Tiglas had used throughout most of their adventures together. Whispering, he said “Even in death, you will still have your revenge, my brother.”
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\nRacing up towards the battle, Mythology yelled to Redraven.
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\n“You insolent bastard, Redraven! Die for your treachery!”
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\nRedraven, startled by Mythology's rage, looked up the hill to the fierce minotaur. The drop in his guard gave Turlis the opportunity to sever Redraven’s left wrist, causing him to drop his blade.
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\nRedraven quickly turned on Turlis.
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\n“Let Mythology settle .. “
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\nThe lance called “The Destroyer of Gods” buried itself into the ground, piercing through Redraven’s stomach. Blood spewing forth from his mouth, Redraven took one last icy look at Turlis, then back up the hill towards the one who wounded him so gravely.”
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\nRedraven's body shimmered slightly, then faded from existance. He was gone.
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\n“It's too bad he threw a little low.”
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\nXevira nodded towards Lukus as they both began to slowly walk behind Mythology, giving their friend a moment alone with what they knew remained of the Cult. When they finally arrived, Turlis looked at both and slowly nodded his head in thanks.
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\n“Turlis, the cult has been nearly destroyed. For what I know, we are all that remains. In order to regain anything we lost, we need to find out as much information on Redraven's contacts outside of the cult. Now go. Remember, the Cult is not dead, and the fierce warrior within you will never change. You fared well against Red, but you still need practice. Make the world your training ground.”
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\nNodding, Turlis put his right hand upon Mythology's left shoulder; the minotaur returning the gesture. Turning, Turlis grabbed his weapons and rushed back towards Aethilforge. It would be daylight soon, and he needed to get to the temple to rest and prepare for travel.
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\nMythology, Xevira, and Lukus spent the morning burying the dead and gathering supplies for their journey ahead. For the Cult of Power, it was nearly the end. For Mythology, it was just the beginning.
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