Mathias, The First

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OOC: This is the character That started it all for me. Albeit he was rough in the begining, he had flourished into a full idea, complete to a tee. How I may finally write my dreams I had, revive my fallen thoughts (That had been lost when the invisionfree board aerion was deleted), and end the saga. I don't remember the events well, but I intend to rewrite as much as humanly possible. I can also re-write certain aspects now that the oppressive veil of that board has ben lifted from my shoulders (That moron admin isn't telling me to turn it down). I think I shall start this with a more appropriate intro.

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"No..! Oh lord no, no, no, no..."
Watching over the ruins of his home, the young child stood in shock and sobbed. A thundering roar echoed from the middle, a great demon rose up from the hellish flames. It's eyes shone like globes of magma, casting about for more victims. Great wings spread out like rolling smoke and covered a section of the city. The flames turned obsidian with whisps of green. A moan of anguish rumbled from the destroyed buildings, pained souls began to rise and funnel into its furace of a maw.
Delicate hands grasped him by the shoulders and urged him to turn away, but he remained still. The hands moved over his eyes, then he felt fatigue run over him, and he fainted.
"No.. they're all.. why am I the only.."

***Present Day***

"Hnn... morning already..?" a slumped figure whines quietly, stirring a bit.
His dark eyes peered out and glanced around. The sun broke through the foliage of the trees, catching him in the eyes a couple times. He covered his face with a hand and yawned.
"Another day, another dream. Why do I get these nightmares, are they really my..?" he murmured, pulling his hand away and staring at it.
He got up, stretched and shook his head a few times. He picked up his blades and strapped them onto his back in their holster. A stare down each way of the path, a shrug and the man walked on down the road. The wind blew quietly about him, his cloak flapping freely.

My name... is Mathias. Just that. I don't remember much of my childhood, or of myself. My life is lost to me, and I am consumed with one task. It will take my life, one way or another. I have no one in this world, as I am to all else. I am a ghost, a whisper, a demon that passes without trace.

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His eyes scanned over the horizon slowly, noting a few crossroads and a curve far up a head. He'd been keeping to the straight of the path for days now, passing the occasional village.
He didn't stay or enter villages without need. Even at a glance, he was treated with hostility. When his other side surfaced, he was shunned completely, never seen for who he is, was again.
Judgement. Humans, elves, everyone.. they placed him upon a pedestal and sentenced him. But at what right, he was merely one of them, gifted with a power that he bore the weight of. One sin to forgive the rest, a sacrifice of innocence on the bloody alter.
Only time will forgive.

He passed a short ridge, a slope facing a simple farming village. He watched for a moment, realising all was amiss. Something possessed him, he pulled his double sword from back, and slid down, then shot across the fields. Screams of villagers began filling his ears.

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Even before he cleared the fields, he could see the rising smoke. The screams were louder and a foul smell hung in the air.
"Blood.. black powder.. thieves.." his senses were heightend by the rush, the imminent threat. "Burning flesh...!"
The field ended, and not even twenty feet away was the village, caught up in a blaze that would scare most from the scene.
He made to run forward, find the criminals, do what he could, but the image was too familiar. Instead he fell to a knee, head pulsing with pain.
"Wh..why do I remember this..? Is this.." he whined softly.
He could hear voices, those of the villagers under attack, and fainter but audiable voices of another village, both screams of agony.

One of the marauder men, came around the bend and spotted him.
"Hey boss, a live one over here!" he called off to the side, "What should I do with him?"
A harsh voice called back.
"Use your brain! Kill him!" The man grinned and drew out his large sword, easily as big as him. He roared and ran at Mathias, bringing down the massive blade.
Time seemed to slow.
"This.. can't be it.. it can't end here, it hasn't been long enough..!" he thought to himself, his eyes raising up to see the man bring down the sword. "I.. I won't let it be like this.. I refuse.. to.. Die!"
Then, for a second or maybe two, time sped up. He dropped the twin dual swords and rolled a bit to the right. His left hand shot up, his eyes flashed bright red, and the man went flying away. He screamed as the small but potent fireball caught him in the chest, burst and punch a hole in him the size of a melon.
"Sorry, but fate says not yet..." he murmured, picking up the blades and hurrying into the fray.

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He shook his head, the shock wearing off gradually. His progression into the houses had lead to five more thugs, a falling support beam and a crazed horse.
"Why do I do this..?' he whispered to himself, ducking through a half collapsed doorway, into the street again.
He found himself on a main street, the town square ahead of him, with a large number of the evil men rallying there. He grinned and swapped his swords for a bow. He slowly pulled back and arrow aiming for the boss' head, slowed his breathing, then let it loose.
The speaker fell and the men went silent.
The harsh voice from before spoke again.
"They always fall for that.. He's over there!"
What looked like a grubby old man under a ratty poncho revealed himself to be the true leader, covered in thick plate armor and standing taller then all but three mammoth like northerners.
Mathias cursed to himself and started shooting more arrows down on the group. Five more fell, one of the northerners didn't even notice the comically landed shot on the rear and the leader stumbled after one deflected off his helmet.
They had won a battle, but this was the war.

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He stowed his bow and ducked behind a building, then took acouple turns to loose the thugs behind him. He drew one of his large weapons, got low down and waited. A moment later, he could hear voices.
"He's over here!"
"No he's not, he went left I told you."
"The tracks show this way..."
"Fine, we'll look this way, who's ever right buys at the next tavern."

A large, bulky man and what looked like a scaley goblin walked around the bend. He wasted no time, lunging forward and catching the goblin in the throat. The he did a simple, and embeded the other blade in the large guy's side. They both looked at him in shock before crumpling and falling to the ground.
"Well, what did you expect?" he mumbled, walking away from the bleeding corpses.

He didn't know how, but several kills later, he was walking over the flat top of the barbers shop, looking down at the square from behind the wooden sign. The leader was standing there, surrounded by easily twenty of his men. He sat with his back to the sign and sighed, pulling out the second blade. He stared at it for a moment, noticing all the blood stains over the cold steel.
"What I wouldn't give to never have to use both of you..." he murmured, looking up at the sky.
He closed his eyes, remembering the voices. The rush of adrenaline, the painful insanity, the red sight induced by rage.
His eyes opened, having turned golden and hawk-like.

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((To anyone who reads this. Yes I still come by here, yes this is just so my account isn't deleted, yes I will make a proper return some time. I'm just doing other things. It's called having a life. And other sites that need tending to by yours truely. Anyways, I'm definately coming back to be here soon, just not really now. I wanna finish/re-write/recreate this story some time, and I want to have a usable board for it. I know I don't talk much, maybe because there are few worth the time. I guess I'll see you people again when I see you.))