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 VII

Serverus stood up from his sleepless night and stretched. He did not feel the least bit tired. It was still as dark as the void down in the tiny room off of the main hall; Serverus could not even see his hand.

Marcus slowly awoke, feeling strange after feeding on Serverus. “Did anything happen last night?”

Serverus hesitated for a moment, worried of telling Marcus about him being a vampire. He finally opened his mouth, “Er…I…Uh… I sort of became a…a vampire.” Marcus stood in the complete darkness and stumbled through the small room.

“Oh no! What have I done!? By Talos, I should have resisted the urge,” Marcus blustered. Serverus looked at him oddly; sensing this, Marcus began to speak again. “I gave you the Dark Gift. Dammit!” Serverus was somewhat disgusted to hear what had just come out of Marcus’ mouth.

“You mean to tell me that you cursed me for the rest of my life?! I should strangle you right now, Marcus!”

“No! No! Please, I didn’t mean to, honestly!” Marcus uttered. “Why would you kill your friend, your best friend? Think of this as an opportunity to utilize your new abilities against Maeltor.” Serverus thought of this for a moment. He knew that with his newfound strength, he could rip Maeltor apart, limb by limb. And then he could feast upon his necromantic blood, how sweet it would be.

“You are right, Marcus,” he said as he sat back down. Marcus stuck his head out into the hall. He saw ten of the ebony clad men marching down the corridor and shot back inside the dark alcove.

“Shh! Don’t say anything,” Marcus whispered. He was shaking badly, obviously terrified of the men. In the center of the formation of men, there was Maeltor. They opened the ancient door and left.

Serverus and Marcus were close behind them, they were on either side of the path. Then, there was a definite snap of a twig behind Serverus. He slowly turned around to see one of the ebony clad men. Serverus gave him a grim smile and, in a flurry of movements, had his sword out of its sheath and himself behind the soldier. The soldier was slow, he had not noticed that Serverus was behind him. He stood there, flustered. Serverus tapped on his shoulder; he spun around, only to find that Serverus’ sword was already halfway through his chest.

The guards on the road heard the clamor and rushed to the bloody scene. The man laid there, his fearing eyes wide open. Maeltor began to panic and the men searched the area thoroughly. “Men! Grab hold of my robes, every one of you. I’m going to teleport us to our destination. I knew I should have done this while I still had ten of you all,” Maeltor shouted. Each of them grasped his robes and with a flick of his wrist, vanished.

Marcus glanced around and when he deemed it safe, he walked over to Serverus. “You got him good. Haha,” Marcus said as he leaned over the body of the soldier.

“There’s nothing funny about that! We just lost his track again,” Serverus huffed. “Another few thousand gold down the drain! Damn!” They strode down the moss covered cobble stone path to the Imperial City; on their way, Serverus cursed and raved on about how great of a loss it was.