Prologue
The first day of the icy Evening Star had come. We stilled lived in the Fourth Era, five-hundred, fifty years into it. My blood was chilling as I walked through the streets of the Ruined City of Chorrol. The marauders stared at me as I walked, I wore a suit of steel plate-mail, at my side was a steel long-sword and I also had a steel kite-shield.
One of the marauders came out, trying to impress his companions. �What�re you going to do, Thay�ren?� he goaded. �Perhaps I should show you what it means to be a true fighter.� The Marauder had shaggy, black hair and wore an iron cuirass, sackcloth pants, and some leather boots.
�Perhaps,� I responded. �Perhaps I should snap your neck like a twig, scrib.� My voice dripped with seriousness. I was ready to kill him.
�You dare call me, Darren Steel a scrib?� he roared. �I�m going to grind your bones to dust and then I�ll blow it in the wind.� The raider was enraged, I merely drew my blade.
He chopped at my shoulder with his war-axe, but I used my kite-shield to block it. I slammed him with my shield, knocking him to the ground. Surprisingly, he jumped back up and tried to right arm. �Your power is so unrefined and raw,� I taunted. �Real warriors know how to fight.�
In an almost dance-like fashion, I plunged my sword deep into his chest. �You ashen-born, pointy-eared fool,� he managed to say before I kicked him off my sword. I performed a Coup De Grace by beheading him and continued walking. I wouldn�t lose a wink of sleep over his death.
I had no problems killing men, but I didn�t like to kill women or children. I especially didn�t like to lie, cheat, nor steal. I finally reached the ruins of Castle Chorrol and opened the door. Countess Vanessa Valga stood by the burnt thrones. Vanessa was of Breton heritage. She wore a suit of ebony plate-mail and held an Akaviri Dai-Katana.
I kneeled, �Countess, it is I, Sir Thay�ren Duskheart.�
�Thay�ren it has been too long since you�ve been here at Castle Chorrol. The Marauders grow restless without being able to wage war, I do have some news though,� She frowned. �The Keep of Shadow�s Soul and the Obsidian Tower haven�t kept in touch with us. I believe they�ve been attacked by Quick-Strike, J�skooma, and Minx.�
�Evangeline Mortalitis can defend the Keep of Shadow�s Soul and Grandmaster Ravenblood can hold his own,� I replied.
�It wasn�t a request, Thay�ren.�
�Yes ma�am,� I said out loud and then swore under my breath. �I go to the Keep of Shadow�s Soul.�
�Excellent,� she giggled girlishly. She was very young; she couldn�t have been older than twenty years of age. I am young as well, only holding the age of twenty-three.
I walked down to the lower levels of Castle Chorrol. A portal to the Keep of Shadow�s Soul stood there and I entered�