Serverus Options

[Lord Veneficus]

I know, it is a bit short. But it's just a starter to see how you guys like it.

Serverus slowly crept along the dark halls of the Ayleid ruin. His delicately runed shortsword in his hand. He was a young Imperial of twenty years; with flowing black hair that reached just past his shoulders. A scar ran gracefully down his slightly muscular arm.

He had sworn to himself that he would kill the man who had so wrongfully murdered his first love, Marcella, the only person he had left in his life. The man was jealous and he attempted to court her. After failure at this task, he killed her and threw her body into the river. Serverus knew the man was here. He had spent many days and much gold hunting him down. The man was highly protected by men in ebony armor.

He entered a small room. Serverus searched through the contents of every container. There was a letter on a table next to a dented and scarred shield. He unfolded the letter and examined its contents.

Casimir,

I will gladly pay you five thousand gold pieces for ten more of your men. Send them to the clearing east of the Red Ring Road. I do not wish for my location to be revealed. I hope you understand why I need these men. I will see you there, my legionnaire friend.

A friend

Serverus laughed to himself. It was a little too late for the man to be concerned of his hideout being found. He folded the letter up and placed it into his pack; he then left the room and headed north, deeper into the ruin.

[Lord Veneficus]

Chapter II

Serverus heard metal slapping against the cold stone of the fort. He jumped into a corner obscured in darkness. A man rushed past and Serverus caught the wind from his movement. A chill ran up his spine, his heart was racing; he crawled from the corner and went further into the old fort. He heard laughter and the melodic clinking of tankards. He caught a strong odor of boar and venison. They must be having themselves a party, those bastards, he thought to himself. He skulked past the slightly ajar door, not wanting to start a brawl between himself and the bulky men in the gold trimmed ebony armor.

His hatred for the man that killed Marcella ran deep. Serverus saw with his own eyes what he did to her. He dug his dagger into her stomach and pulled her entrails from her bleeding body. Serverus could do nothing to stop him as he didn’t have a weapon. All he could do was stand in shock at what was happening to his lover. He fled from the small town and did not return for many years.

Serverus shook the thoughts of Marcella from his mind and headed to a large door with fancy etchings on the frame. He knew this was the door that led to his enemy’s room. He cracked the door a tiny bit so he could see into the dimly lit room. Serverus could not see everything, but he could see many books lining the shelves and expensive looking alchemical equipment on desks. Then, the sight of him sauntering about talking to himself made Serverus give a silent chuckle; he looked fretful. He sat at his desk and pulled a piece of parchment and a quill from a drawer. He was writing with a trembling hand. The man’s death would be slow and painful; Serverus would do the same thing to the man as he had done to Marcella.

Serverus stepped into the room, his sword drawn. An anger burned within his soul. The man flinched at his sight and pulled a dagger from his belt. He opened his mouth to say something but Serverus shot his hand into the air to silence him.

“Do you remember me? I am the ‘helpless boy’ who had to witness you killing Marcella. I have been plotting your death for many years. Do not call for help, as it would do no good. They are dead; each of them, slaughtered in their own special way. Maeltor, it’s time for you to atone for what you have done!” Serverus shouted. The man lunged at Serverus; he easily dodged the scrawny dagger. Maeltor muttered a spell and Serverus felt an icy wind rush past his ear. He spun and cut Maeltor’s back. He ran from the room, throwing spell after spell behind him. Serverus almost caught up to him, but a door shot open and men poured out of it. Maeltor sprinted past them and left the fort; Serverus ran after him and bounded from the thick wooden door and into the night. Maeltor had vanished and Serverus ducked behind an old stone wall. The men looked about the darkness and angrily shouted for not catching him. They filed back inside and Serverus knew where he would go next…