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]

Here's the next chapter to Serverus. Comments would be welcome!

Chapter V

Serverus entered their small encampment and saw Marcus leaning against a battered old tree trunk. He looked up and nodded at Serverus.

“While you were gone, they began to prepare things for their journey south. Maeltor had a sense of worry in his voice; he knows we are coming for him,” he said as he took a bite out of an apple. Serverus nodded and sat at the tree across from Marcus; for a while, they sat in silence, eating their terrible excuse for dinner.

“How have my mother and father been?” Serverus asked to break the eerie silence that enshrouded them.

“They’ve been rather… lost without you there to help them,” he answered. The sound of chewing came from his direction; he paused for a moment, waiting on a reply from Serverus.

“Well, they’ll have to fend for themselves for now. I have to kill Maeltor.” There was a harmonious sound coming from the clearing in front of them. Repair hammers melodiously clanged against the dings and dents of the men’s armor while the symphony of blade against blade sounded off into the quiet night around them.

Marcus had gone to bed, Serverus was determined to see where Maeltor was planning on going. Maeltor exited the cabin and raised a hand; the men stopped what they were doing and ran to their formations, five men each in a small squadron. He walked up and down their line and nodded as he went. “Okay, you all look worthy for this task. Follow me,” he said with confidence as he strode south out of the clearing. Serverus moved over to the slow breathing Marcus and shook him.

“Get up! Get up! Maeltor is leaving now,” Serverus said as Marcus sleepily arose from his bedroll. “Leave our stuff here; we’ll have to come back later to retrieve it.”

Maeltor’s men began to march from the clearing and Maeltor had stood to wait at the edge of it. Serverus and Marcus skulked behind them.

They had been moving through endless wilderness and Marcus began to grow groggy. Serverus had to push him on, as he didn’t wish to lose their trail on Maeltor after they had gotten so far.

Then, out of the receding darkness, a tall structure loomed in the sky; it was an Ayleid ruin. Serverus’ heart started racing through absolute excitement. The soldiers stopped at the entrance as Maeltor moved his hands along the finely cut door. It glowed a wondrous deep blue and opened magically; the wonders of the Ayleid were great and mysterious. Serverus decided to write a book on the Ayleid ruins once he had rid the world of Maeltor.

Serverus and Marcus quickly crept behind the ebony clad men and into the darkness of the ancient ruin…