Deathscream RPG

[Final Warrior]

*Quietstorm looked at Lily steadyily, thoughts rushing through his head.*

Quietstorm: ... Hello...

Razael: You're not used to speaking in such an informal tone, are you? Loosen up a little. You're too much like your father.

 

[SageofShadow]

Lily stared at Quietstorm

Lily: Is there something wrong, Quietstorm? You look tense.

Her green eyes seemed to stare down Quietstorm's very soul, she was concerned for him alright.

 

[Final Warrior]

Quietstorm: ... It's nothing. I just haven't spoken so... casually to anyone in a long time.

 

[SageofShadow]

Lily flashed the same grin she inherited from her father.

Lily: It's OK Quietstorm, you can relax around me. I don't like formal stuff, you know that.

Lily's mood brightened and she seemed more cheerful.

 

[Final Warrior]

*Quietstorm grinned, his silver-and-gold hair flashing in the sunlight.*

Quietstorm: it's been a long time since I've smiled... Listen, I want to tell you something. You've always known me as Quietstorm... but my birth name is... Talon Du'naga. Although I guess... rightfully it should be Talon Griffinhart.

 

[SageofShadow]

Lily: Talon, huh? That's a cuter name than Quietstorm. And you bear the last name of uncle Rapheal...

 

[Final Warrior]

Quietstorm: Yes... in a strange twist of fate, it seems that I am his son. I am the child of Death, like he and his brothers were once, long ago.

*The Final Warrior quietly materialized next to Quietstorm.*

Final Warrior: *Nods at Lily* Greetings, Lily... I heard my name on the wind.

Quietstorm: We were discussing my... interesting heritage. And possibly my fate.

Final Warrior: Following my path is a choice. You still have some semblance of mortality. There are only two true group of beings, Gods and Mortals. Gods have power over reality... but Mortals have the freedom of free will. The Gods are controlled by Fate, Destiny. Mortals control their own.

Quietstorm: And?

Final Warrior: Power or free will? Ponder that. What you choose may decide everything or nothing. I must take my leave now. Tell your father I will be back in a while, Lily.

 

[SageofShadow]

Lily nodded

Lily: Okay, uncle.

She sighed slightly and rose up.

Lily: I'm going to bed, Talon. Good night.

Lily winked to him and departed to the castle.

 

[Final Warrior]

*Quietstorm smiled a little at himself after Lily had departed.*

Quietstorm: ... I think I'll sleep out under the stars.

*In the forests...

A a group of cloaked beings huddled together, watching Quietstorm. Another one, detached from the main group, waved at them and came over*

???: It is him. The traitor-by-blood. Tonight we strike, for he sleeps outside. The fool has forgotten us... he shall be easily slain.

 

[SageofShadow]

Vox jumped out behind the cloaked man and put his sword at the man's throat. His ice blue eyes were cold and emotionless.

Vox: Over my dead body.

???: So be it, we have the king here as well. We can kill two birds with one stone.

The other cloaked figures swoop towards Vox, who quickly sliced a couple clean in half but the aging man was overpowered and pummeled to the ground. There was a loud snap as his wooden arm was broken off and the nerves hung out. Vox screamed in pain as he tried to fight them off with one arm.

 

[Final Warrior]

*Quietstorm shot up, Vox's scream and the sounds of battle in his ears.*

Quietstorm: Drow.

*Quietstorm's longsword and katana come out, and he rushes to the scene of battle. Vox is battling off an assassin group with a single arm, his prosthetic on the ground.*

Quietstorm: So you dare to kill an old man by ganging up on him?!

*Quietstorm rushed into the fight, his swords cleaving a Drow into half, a fountain of blood splattering his cloak.*