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Post by Littlepip on Wed 22 May 2013, 2:07 pm

First choice.


Magic can corrupt even the most pure hearted one. So what about me, do you think I am corrupt?

“Mom!” My voice echoes in the large house as I scream out on my Mother. The house is covered in arrows, penetrating into the rather weak structure of the house. My mother had held the bandits back for a long while now, but even I could see she was getting tired of using spells and incarnations. She turned around and looked at me, I watched a tear flowing down her cheek and making its way down to the old stone floor, making a dark dot where the tear had fell.
One of the bandits had managed to sneak around and had grabbed hold of me. His strong right arm moving around my neck, I could feel his hair touching my skin and smell the sweat. Fearing for my life mother began running towards me, Before she reached me she whispered a few words and pointed her staff towards the head of the bandit, quickly a bolt of frost would surround the white crystal on the staff and be casted towards its target, it went right through the bandits head without any difficult and as I felt the man I quickly moved away from him, pushing the arm away from my neck and crawl away from him. By the time I had done this mother had turned around to take care of the door again, only to watch the bandits beat trough the last part of the door using their axes. Mother prepared another ice bolt, whispering words and closing her eyes, the ice slowly formed around the staff, this was to slow and gave the bandits more the enough time to throw a spear towards my mother.
The spear pierces her thin cloth and skin easily, I watched blood slowly flow out of here as she turned her gazing eyes back to me, knowing that this might be the last chance she would have to see me alive.
I watched her fall down to her knees, she slowly moved her arms towards the spear and tried pulling it out, only to be kicked in the head by one of the bandits, making her tip over and hit her head rather roughly in the ground. I wanted to scream but I was paralyzed by fear, I was so scared that I couldn’t even open my mouth.
I had just filled 13 and was soon grown up, I was supposed to be the brave and courageous.
The protector of my mother! But I was too scared, Frightened by the sight of blood.
“Don’t-.. Cry.” My mother said. She places her left check on the floor and holds her eyes at me. The spear was now pointing up to the open stone roof. “I am here now” She said, She tried lifting herself up despite the spear going through her and for a moment I thought she actually was going to make it up, but before she could get too high up from the ground she was stepped on and pushed down to the floor once again. I listened to my mother’s rough coughing while the bandits just laughed of it. “My brave… Little boy.” I saw another tear flowing down her cheek, she smiled up at me and I felt encouraged by the look on her face.
She coughed up some more blood before continuing. “You… You have to be brave now. Do… Do you understand?”
I was so scared that I couldn’t even talk and gave mother a nod instead, She choked a little more as one of the bandits took out the spear in here back.
“Boohoo! How sad, I think I’m going to cry!” He smiled sarcastically. “I can’t believe we finally caught you!” He bows down and turns my mother over so she is facing the roof. The bandit bows down and steers straight into the eyes of my mother. “Now… Where is it, where is the book!” my mother looked angry on the bandit and spits in his face, I can look on one of the bandits smirking slightly of it. “You..!” The bandit kicks my mother in the face and laughs. She screams out of pain and closes her eyes, I can see that she is crying because of all the tears flowing out of her eyes.
“I… I will never tell you!” Mother choughs some more blood up, most of it getting stuck in her throat, making her cough violently. “Torture me all you want! I… I will never tell you!” Mother yells.
“Ooh, But we won’t torture you… We know that you will never tell if we do that...” The bandit bows forward and whispers something into my mother’s ear. Mother’s eye quickly opens up and steers at the bandit, frightened. “You wouldn’t!” The bandit laugh’s and turns towards me. “Ooh, I will… Believe me!” The man steps of my mother and walked towards me until he is so close I could smell his stinking breath.
The bandit kicks me in the stomach with his right foot, He does this eight times then he yells on someone to get the whip. “No! Not the whip!” My mother yells. I begin to shake as I remember all the times I had been hit by a whip when my father was alive. “Will you tell me where the book is then?” he looks down on my mother who was now eighteen feet away from me. My mother looks sad on me. “No…” I looked on my mother shocked, it was just a book!
A bandit came running back with a whip that looked very much like the one my father had.
“They say that this whip used to belong to a Succubus, which means that it will cause much more pain then the regular whip!” He raises his arm into the air. “Wait!” it was my mother, did she finally decide to tell them about that stupid book?
“Son, I need you to be strong now! Please! Just, hold out!” I looked with anger on mother, She was supposed to save me, or tell them were that book is! I quickly turned my back towards the bandit as he started hitting me with the whip. The bandit laughed loudly while striking me whit the whip over and over again. He just kept on hitting me with it and didn’t seem to get tired by it.
‘Why are you so sad?’ I heard a sound in my head, A women. ‘Are you afraid?’ I was crying again, screaming in pain. The whip stuck all over me and he didn’t aim much, sometimes It hit the floor sometimes it hit my back. ‘Or is it something else? Did someone abandon you?’ I opened my eyes and saw something a red liquid flowing down over my eyes, Blood? ‘Do you want me to stop the pain…? Your agony and the sadness that has bolstered itself into your heart?’ The women spoke. “Yes!” I yelled it out loud and clear so everyone could hear it.
As I said that I heard a scream, it was not mine nor was it my mother, it was the bandit.
I looked up on the bandit as he dropped the whip, screaming in pain while holding his hand.
In a second there were no sounds out of the screaming bandit but, just as the whip hit the floor something that no normal child would believe happened. There was a loud sound like when a sack of flour hits the floor in a large room, but this time instead of flour coming out of the whip it there was a thick, black smoke. It was thick and heavy to breathe inn, the smoke was so thick that I couldn’t even see my own hands.
But there was something in the smoke. I heard someone screaming in the smoke, probably one of the bandits. Some seconds went and more screams from the bandits. Then the smoke began clearing of and the first thing I could see was blood, it covered the floor like a carpet. Then I saw her…
She was holding a whip in here right arm and was covered in leather, she had two black horns and had two wings. She was the perfect description of a succubus. She was licking her fingertips who was covered in blood. For a moment I wondered if she could see me at all, until she looked down at me and reached me her hand as a sign to help me up, I took her hand and she helped me up without a problem.
My mother was sitting in a corner scared of me and the Succubus. “Wha… What do you want?” She had completely forgotten she was badly wounded. I just looked down at her disappointed.
It went some seconds before I decided what to say.
“I want you dead.” The succubus reacted and killed my mother by cutting her throat with her hand. The Succubus licked of the blood on here hand once again while she walked back to me.
“Let’s go” I said, and she followed me without hesitation.
After that we went from place to place. We didn’t have an objective or special reason to go, we just went there.

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[A](Ploppy)Bavragor Stormbrew {Mountaineer} Deceased.
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Re: Choices.

Post by Littlepip on Wed 22 May 2013, 2:08 pm

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Magic can corrupt even the most pure hearted one, so what about me? Do you think I’m corrupt?

“Mom!” My voice echoes in the large entry hall of the castle. Mother is busy holding the bandits away from the door but my voice manages to catch her attention. She turns around to see what it was, when she saw what was happening she panicked. One of the bandits had been smarter than the others and had taken the back door, captured me and now threatened with cutting my throat. Sadly for him my mother was a mage and she sent a frostbolt right into the face of the bandit. When she turned around to take care of the door it was already too late and the bandits had broken it down. She ran towards me but before she could get to me she was taken down by a spear thrown by one of the bandits. She fell straight forward and hit the floor, sliding almost a meter before stopping, leaving a long track of blood behind her. She coughed up some blood before looking up at me. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream out the pain I felt in my chest, but I was too scared. I was 13 years old and was supposed to be brave, I were supposed to be the one to protect her, But all I did was stand in her way. I watched as one of the bandits walked towards my mother, the man was tall and had a long mustache. I began shaking of fear, And let a tear go down my chin. My mother lifted her arm Slowly, It was soaked in her own blood, but that didn’t stop my mother. “Do… Do you remember… The enchantment?”
I shake my head up and down really fast.
She coughed up some more blood before continuing. “You… You have to be brave now. Do… Do you understand?” Once again I nod to my mother, she let out a short laugh but stopped when one of the bandits planted his foot on my mother’s back spine. “Boohoo! So sad, I think I’m going to cry!” He smiled sarcastic. He touched the spear and my mother screams out in pain, “Ha-ha! Not so tough now, are you!” The bandit takes the spear out very slowly, making it as painful as possible. Then he bows down and turns my mother over so she is facing the roof. The bandit kicks my mother in the face with his right foot and laugh’s. My mother just laughed of them. “K… Kick all you want” Mother chokes some more blood up. I keep my eyes on a drop of blood as it flows down the cheek of my mother. “You… You will never get her!” The man looks angry on my mother for a short time “Then we will torture you! Right in front of your son! John, Jeremy, go get the poison!”
The two bandits run out. “Poison?” My mother said. “What poison?” My mother is beginning to sound scared. The bandit just smiles back to her “What poison!?”
After a few minutes John and Jeremy came running back with a small flask which I assume is the poison.
The big bandit smile’s and takes it right from the hands of John. “Took you long enough!” he turns around again and bows down to my mother. “Last chance, tell me where the book is!” Mother looks a little scared but she says nothing.
“Your choice.” He makes my mother drink the poison.
At first it seemed like it didn’t work, but then.
All of a sudden she began shaking uncontrollably, she screamed out in pain and the bandits began laughing of her. I could feel her pain and began crying uncontrollably.
The effect of the poison lasted only three minutes, but for my mother it was like 3 days in hell.
The Bandit with the mustache bowed down to her again. “Now, Will you tell us where the book is?” My mother looked up on the bandit crying in fear but she said something that will haunt me for years. “Never…”
The bandit looked angry on my mother and spit in her face. “Get me more poison!” one of the bandits looked sad on the man with the mustache. “There is nothing left, Sir… Someone have destroyed them all.” The mustached man turned around fast, drawing his sword. “What?”
“It’s true! Just go look for yourself!” The bandits began running outside to take a look what was going on.
I took the chance and ran to my mother. “Mom… Please, Say something.”
She looked on me, opened here mouth and said. “Kill me…” She cried it out. “Please just kill me”
I looked sad on my mother. “Should I… Should I summon her?”
We heard that the bandits were coming back. “Yes…” My mother told me.
I backed away from my mother and managed to stumble on the bandit my mother had killed. I shake of fear when the bandits came walking in. “well, we found three more flask of poison.”
“No! Not one more! Please I beg of you!” The bandit leader smiled and walked to my mother slowly. When he reached mother he bowed down to her only to get a fist right into his face. I could hear that his nose-bone had been broken. The bandit yelled out in pain just like my mother had done. “Take that… Belmar!” she laughed of him. After a short time the bandit recovered and with anger the bandit came back and pored every last drop into my mother, all three bottles.
This time there was no waiting, my mother began screaming instantly out of pain. Everyone knew she would die but no one cared, out of me. An hour of screaming in pain she finally died, because one of the bandits had finished her of with his spare. “Finally, thought that women would never die!” All of the bandits laughed.
At that point I didn’t feel anything. I had lost most of my love for everything and everyone out of my mother. There was a big gap inside me now that my mother was gone and I filled it with nothing else than rage. I rose up and whispered the enchantments that my mother had been teaching me the last three years, she told me dozens of times never to use. But my mother was dead now and the same was I if I didn’t do something very soon. The words came out as I had remembered them and the bandits didn’t stop me, they were too busy with my mother, when they noticed it, it was already to late and the spell was done.
Fire begins to surround me and the bandits finally noticed me. I looked down at the floor where my mother’s blood was, it had now formed the summoning circle which had been carefully mined into the floor by mother before the bandits came. The bandits backed slowly to the door, but the man who had given mother the poison was to terrified to even move. He was the only one who was lucky enough to be caught by the fire. I watch as the bandit screamed and turned into ashes, one of the men tried to those a spear towards me but it was consumed by the fire before it could reach me. I hear a strange noise where my mother used to be, I turn my head towards my mother’s body, My eye’s was cold.
My mother was floating in the air. She had her hands bent back and looking upwards. Still, I was not scared nor was I shocked. This was a part of the summoning after all.
She let out a loud scream, so loud that all of the windows exploded. The bandits held their hands over their ears in pain, but the sound didn’t hurt the summoner.
After a short time with screaming she exploded from the inside, but the blood didn’t fly away as it should have it, instead it just fell to the floor. She would stay like this for some time and I thought the bandits would get bold and try something funny, but they were still closed inside the house because of the fire and killing me was also impossible because they were closed inside a circle of flames together with my mother. I looked back at my mother again to see her progress. She was beginning to collect mana now so it wasn’t long to she was done. This should have taken days but since she did it with her own will it would only take some minutes. I looked at what was left, her flesh and bones had smelted into the pool of blood on the ground, after a short time the Boiling blood began spinning around with a wonderful combination of red and white, It rose up and took form. What took form was known for agility and intelligence, she became a succubus. I heard that the bandits began gathering their bravery. Apparently they were whistling on the naked succubus, they have no idea who they are messing with. They were also yelling that they wanted to kill me. I didn’t care about those fools and concentrated on the succubus as she was gathering her power. I could feel the power flowing through the air and into her. When she was finally full of magic again she turned around and I took a note on that Succubus does not come with cloths when summoned.
“What is your bidding, master?” the succubus says.
I look at her first, scanning here body for weapons, sadly it didn’t seem like she had one. I bowed down and picked up whip that used to belong to the bandit that had poisoned and killed my mother, and then I used my left hand throw the whip to the succubus, luckily it was not burned by the fire surrounding her. I pointed at the bandits with my right hand and said. “Kill them.” My anger grew as she hesitated. “Kill them all!” she looked up to me and gave me a big cold smile. she picked up the whip from the floor. “They are nothing but dog food, master”.
A strange symbol appeared on the floor, I heard a strange sound and then another demon came out of it, a fell hound. The succubus looks on the Felhound she had summoned and spoke to it on Eredun, the Felhound then launches on the bandits who were now shaking of fear. I watch the bandits as they begin to run forgetting the flames surrounding them. The bandits begin to scream as they run through the flames and out the door. The Felhound follows them and for a short time there are no other sounds then the fire surrounding us, but after a short time I hear screams coming from outside and I laugh, For the first time in two month’s I laugh.
When the screaming stopped the Succubus calls back the Felhound and sends it back to where it came from. I look on the Succubus that used to be my mother, but is now a Demon that everyone will despise. “Was that all, master?” I look at what used to be my mother.
“Yes, that was all.” I whisper some Enchantments that are used to unsummon the Succubus.
I take a last look on the Succubus as she disappears into nothingness, leaving me behind with nothing but an empty house and tons of dead people.
I fall down on my knees and begin to cry. After that I fell asleep and didn’t wake up before it had passed 2 days. When I waked up I were thirsty, and very hungry but not for food, I felt week and powerless, I wanted more power, I wanted to feel the rush of summoning another creature from the twisting nether. But mostly I was thirsty.
I rose up and took a look around. It seems like the fire have ended and it seems like the smoke have attracted someone. I heard someone walking in the courtyard. I looked down at my shirt, it was full of holes, blood and burn marks. Humph… I didn’t look more noble then a Murlock. I stepped over the half-burned door and into the courtyard.
The man’s face was covered up so I couldn’t see his face, he was looking around on the devastation, and he seemed to be very interested in the half eaten bodies. I decided to trust this caped man since there was no one left in my life and I would die anyway if I didn’t talk to him. I took one step into the court yard and the man somehow sensed me for he turned around and looked at me. His face was covered so I couldn’t see much, in-fact the only thing I could see was a bright grin.
“So you were the one causing this chaos.” I looked at him with cold eyes, “Yes, I was the one who started the fire, the one who killed the bandits and my mother. I have slaughtered every one, yet I don’t feel any sadness. Why is that? Is there something wrong with me?”
The man’s grin got even bigger and he said” No, There is nothing wrong with you.” I heard some more people running outside the gate.
The stranger looked down at me. “Come with me.” I did what he said for there was something with him that attracted me, it was power. I could sense it.
He had the same power as I had, but this was different. It was wilder and much more destructive. The man ran to a walleye that I hadn’t noticed before and showed me a part of the wall that was untouched by the fire. He pushed some of the bricks in and a secret passage opened up. The secret passage led us outside of the house and far into the forest, after that I followed him where ever he went. Learned what he knew, and most importantly. I learned how to control my power.

“Eight years… Eight years of training and studying.” I sat in a tavern basement in Stormwind, talking to some students off the Mage School who had lost interest in arcane magic and wanted more power. “That’s how long it took me to learn everything I needed to survive.”
One of the students looked at me and said. “But was that enough? Didn’t you want more?” I looked down at him and smiled. “No, it was never enough and it will never be. Even now I feel the hunger for more power inside of me growing.” Some of the students began looking between each other, skeptic about if the truly wanted to be a Warlock. “But then I learned something that have been very useful
The students began to ask questions between them until one finally got the courage to ask. “What was it master?” A grin appeared on my face. “Here, let me show you.”
I stretched my hand out towards the students and said some words on Eredun and pointed my hand on the students. The students didn’t even have the chance to act before the green shield had surrounded them. The shield was made of fel magic so it was close to impossible to destroy. The students those many spells on the shield but they couldn’t destroy the shield, in fact, they only boosted the spell and made me more powerful. “We… Trusted you…” I smiled while I watched him fall on the ground out of the lack of energy. “Welcome to my world.” He took one last look at me, sadness, remorse, anger. I could feel everything as he faded away and became a part of me.
When the mages had faded away I were left alone in the room and for some seconds there was I could hear nothing else but my own breath, I fell down at my knees and a tear managed to get out of my eye. “Are you alright, master?” I turned around and looked at the succubus behind me. I wiped away the tear with my right hand. “Yes, I’m fine”
The succubus looked at me and I could see she was worrying. “Shut it! I need to concentrate.”
She disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
Right after she had gone back to the Twisting nether I heard someone walking down the stairs.
“Caught at last”
I smiled at the one standing in the stairs.

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[A](Littlepip)Littlepip {Azure Flame} An elven mage under the tutelage of Skarain.
[A](Ploppy)Bavragor Stormbrew {Mountaineer} Deceased.
[H](Ríno)Rino Peddlebuttons {Flying Bolts} A cliché Goblin.
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