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    dots Submission Name: Gretulan: Section Fourdots
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    ASL Info:    18/M/That one place
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    dotsGretulan: Section Fourdots
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    A figure arose to my senses late last night. Called himself the Angelus of Nex. He claimed to be some kind of almighty power for the Dark Arts. I’m not sure what it is he wants with me, but he seems quite intrigued in what I have to give. Whatever that may be. He showed me a place in the north, snow as far as the eye could see, creatures no man had ever seen, and all the imaginable jewels you could ever want or dream of. Beautiful. I am to seek this power out, somehow. He said he would return me on the day of betrayal, what ever that may be. There are a lot of things not making sense to me right now. Echoes, I hear echoes now, almost sounding like towns people. Wait, betrayal, The Church! Their coming for me! I hear them! Wait, that was written on the paper? And that?!?! These are my thoughts, the quill does not touch the paper. I have other matters to worry about. I must retrieve my sword. I can see the light of torches heading this way, it’s a mob of corrupted Christians! This town is doomed to repeating history. There’s my shed, ok, retrieved my sword, ran back in, now what do I need in here? The book and robe! Ok, got that, damn too late. Their here! What are they doing? NO! They’ve nailed me in! I’m trapped! The book, I must read the book something tells me! Ok, whats this one. “Burnetsal Destructivas”. Looks promising. Ok, guess I just need to read the words. AH, They’ve set my home aflame! Ok, I must hurry. “Necrom Killheb Juderim Nulletal Gretulan!”
    That is where my passage into Necromancy started. I had just preformed a spell that disintegrated everything within a fifty yard radius including life. I was all that stood there, in awe and dumbstruck. I looked around, and everyone outside of that fifty yard span was in tears at the light of my power. Out of the fog came a horrific figure. A skeletal looking figure, but stood tall, and proud, his sash and robe were torn and beaten, and flowed in the wind. He came up to me and said, “Hello Nikoli. I am the Angelus of Nex. I will take you in two days to your new home, but first you must finish here. Remove this town and all that inhabit it from the gritty face of the world. Do this, and then I will come to get you. I would more than gladly do this. First, I shall deal with those whom sought to kill me, and return the favor, then the church, then, and only after, I would plan to give the King something to truly be afraid of.
    As I stood in the middle of all the rubble and chaos, I pondered, only for a second, what has happened to me? Then I sent for a spell, and a near bye little girl burst into flames. Her father let out a horrific scream, it was beauty. I stood and starred at the others with vengeance in mind. I could feel them not looking at me, but at what I had become. My long robe, so perfect in everyway, the silk black on the outside, the satin red on the inside, the hood cast a shadow over my face, but my eyes were clearly visible, as they had turned a bright blue, frost seemed to take the place of my breath, and my staff was a decorated bone from a long forgotten dragon. My book hung by my side on a chain from each side of the spine, and up around my shoulder. My long blonde hair was tucked in my hood, and the book floated before me as I read the words. Each of my friends stood before me, for a brief second, then the five were gone. Ones lungs were filled with water, ones blood all of a sudden seeped through his pores and escaped his body, ones skin started to fall off her, and the other two killed one another out of a blind rage, ripping each others throats out. In a matter of minuets, the nice peaceful town had turned to death. A lone guard was out looking around and investigating as to why the town was destroyed and littered with corpses of loved ones, and hated others. I hid in the shadows until he passed me, then I did what had to be done.




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