From the past to now Nov 5, 2018 1:02:07 GMT -5
Post by Pyrixs on Nov 5, 2018 1:02:07 GMT -5
Phasmatis Moon, Early Morning, 200 years Post Slumber.
"Brother!! Behind you!"
Pyrixs jolted awaked his hand engulfed in flames, the same damned dream has been plaguing him for nights now. The same dream of the same memory but each time a little different. He looked up to the sky, The others should be getting back soon he thought as he begun to gather twigs for the campfire, Need to make sure things are set up so we can do what we need to do then leave.
It had only been two months since he had "Returned" as the leaders of the resistance put it and yet everything he knew of the world had been flipped upside down. He and his brother were the last of their line but his brother was still missing, Jack of Blades had betrayed him and blamed his brother, Countess Roxanna was gone along with everyone else. He was alone, or so he thought. When he returned to the world and was found by the Arcana Sanctorum they filled him in on the events of the world, the vampire houses, the church, the wars, everything they knew they told him and then they asked him to lead them.
"Hah!" he laughed, "Me? Lead? You either must be either soft in the head or dangerously desperate to ask me to lead." He had thrown the mantle back in their face and demanded to be dropped off in Hegatzi and thus was leaving the fools to their mission. Three weeks traversing the forests hunting down scouts from Verfall trying to find out if he was truly the only one left when he foolishly fell into a trap. He had managed to escape but it took its toll on his body and he was near death. He chuckled as he started the fire, recalling how he met the others.
He scowled and gritted his teeth as he ripped a crossbow bolt from his side proceeded to cauterize the wound with his fire magic, but the damage was done he saw, the bolt had been cursed and had been lodged in him for too long.
"What dragon shit this is." he cursed with a smile as blood started to drip from the corners of his mouth and he dropped to the ground against a tree, "Done is by some cheap trick. What a shame." His vision started to get blurry and dark as figures approached from the underbrush towards him, probably more Verfall scouts coming to finish him off, "Finally we found him." was the last thing he heard before everything went black.
He woke up hours later his wounds all wrapped in crude bandaids as four members of the beast tribe sat around a fire eating, a Kynik, two Ailour, and a Savra. "So you've awoken Crimson-hand? Be quick to dress and eat, we leave soon." the black coated Ailour said, obviously the leader of the small group, "More of the ones who you've been hunting will be here soon so we must move."
"Why did you save me and call me Crimson-hand?" Pyrixs asked as he dressed and sat between the Savra and Kynik by the fire, "For all you know I could be an enemy and kill you when your back is turned." He took a bite out of cooked lizard on a stick while he waited for a response.
"We've been tracking you for two weeks now using the bodies you've left behind, the hand-shaped burns on their bodies a dead giveaway." the Kynik said passing him a waterskin.
"We hunt the same prey as you each for our own reason, we would like you to join us." replied the Savra giving a cloak to Pyrixs to replace his old tattered one.
"An old saying from your man tribes is if I recall correctly, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'." the leader of the group said, "So Crimson-hand, will you come with us?"
Pyrixs had finished cooking the rations for the day when a figure dropped from the trees, without looking over to him he asked, "Did you find us more prey, Rezall?"
Pyrixs looked up at the Ailour who said nothing but crack a smiled making Pyrixs give a sadistic grin in return. The hunt was on.