Patholos
His new eyes gave him back the sight he used to have, and apparently, after catching his relfection in a pool of water, they were back to their snow white quality. The healer supporting him continually cast spells on him until he could walk by himself. Suddenly, they came upon an obstacle, two dead civilians combating a werewolf. The fight looked to be closed in, but Patholos nor the healer were in any shape to fight. Patholos felt in his pocket for his weapon, and suddenly he remembered it was at the armourer's. He recalled the knife and was delighted to see it attached by chain to a wristguard fashioned from solid mithril.
Patholos and the healer snuck around the fight. They got all the way around when three vampires, thirsty for blood, cornered them. Patholos pushed the healer back, and said, "Keep me alive." He then, by a force he could only assume was Sithis, began to chant words, words that had noise but also made it seem like there was no other sound. Then Patholos's eyes turned clear, and the blade in his had turned red, a drastic change from its accustomed green. Patholos still retained his personality, but his voice was deep and concrete. His new vision slowed movement and heightened perception, giving Patholos an uncanny edge.
He engaged the vampires, and noticed one hanging back preparing a stun spell. Patholos projected the dagger while the other two vampires moved in to strike with their swords. The third vampire caught the blade in the forehead, and Patholos jerked the chain back coiling around his hand to pick up the slack. There was a sickening pop, and the vampire's head came off of his body. Patholos grinned at the other two, but then realized that Sithis was only giving him this power. Patholos reverted back, and the two vampires closed in...
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. - Ivan Turgenev
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. - Ursula Le Guin
Know yourself and you will win all battles. - Sun Tzu
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