Chapter I
Discovery
A soft growl rolled from the titan's throat like the gentle rumble of a distant thunderstorm. In his right hand, which was encased in supple leather and soft cloth wraps, a flailing body held firmly by the throat. The abomination's limbs, weakened by atrophy and decay, flailing weakly against the warlock's thick arms. His eyes, a stunningly vibrant tapestry of green, seemed to be glowing gently, like eerie green fireflies in the dark. A silver-blue light formed, arcing around the man's massive arm, and coiled around until it poured into the waiting ashen flesh of the undead figure. The putrid smell of burning flesh soon permeated the area, and the lifeless corpse was tossed aside with a sickening crunch as flesh and bone struck the side of the jagged mountainside. This done, he turned away, shaking his hand a bit, as if to release the last clinging particles of static energy into the world around him. His face was a mask of indifference, but within those luminescent greens, a much deeper emotion raged within.
" Rest.. "
His voice called out, a thunderous thing, but not unkind in the moment. He turned away, offended by the scent of yet smoldering flesh, and began to make his way back toward Fort Praesidium, where he had intended to taste of the local culinary. But, such a leisure was beyond his reach on this day. Instead, drawing upon his power again, in an attempt to subdue a blackbird's incessant calls, he had been exposed for the
monsterhe was -- that is to say, that he would be seen as a monster in the eyes of a cultist. Yet, it must have been divine providence itself that protected the warlock, for the would-be assassin fumbled with his mechanisms, and drew the Halfhand's attention. He knew well what such a thing meant, having been warned by
Emerald Eyeswithin the watchtower. Instead of drawing upon the dormant power once more, he retreated, moving with surprising alacrity toward the Fort's sanctuary.
There, a confrontation between the purple clad hunter, and the quiet bear of a man would take place. The details of which would be lost to anyone who had not been present to observe them.
[Information here is redacted to protect both characters from unfair biases.] The conflict ending, Halfhand left the Fort behind, and traveled into the twisted, blackened land beyond, where nothing but death and despair waited for those stupid enough to travel through them.
It was here, the warlock, discovered and exiled from his former sanctuary, would find the next sign of a divine presence guiding him. Blessed be the keepers of the sacred flame. Blessed be the vigil.