The Mythril Knight (Alessandro's Fall)

[Arcaneye]

(I take it I don't have to say no mucnhkinism. I tried it on the other forums and it just died -not a foreshadow or pun- so I thought it may do better here.)

Alessandro's Misfits had been destroyed. No one knows why Bahamut sent his personal army out to destroy one of his dearest follower's group. Alessandro Siannodel was the only one spared and he now stood in front of the Alter of Bahamut in Bahamut's Castle on Celestia. He took his sword, Bahamut's Oath, and stuck it into the hole in front of the statue and used his draconic strength to turn it like a key. The alter slowly moved and revealed a room of darkness.

Alessandro had seen ths many a time, but this time he was less...respectful. He stood instead of kneeeling and his heart was full anger and pain instead of reverence.

"How could you do this to me? I have been faithful to you since the day I was born. You've taken Kyeira, Alastor, Criseo and now my group. I have not said anything before even when you kept me away from my mother. I can't take this. My mind is fragile and I'm about to break. All I ask now, is to be admitted back to Semis Dreglinka so I can free my mother and live out the rest of my life in peace."

His sword shot out of the hole andlanded next to Alessandro. A light came from the dark room and consumed the sword. The sword vanished and in its place was an extravagant sword with Draconic runes going up and down the hilt and blade.

Test...they were all tests. You passed eah and everyone of them and I am proud. You will represnt your kind. Though only you and your mother and a fwe others are left of them, the mythril dragons need a gaurdian and I choose you as it. Take up your blade and go claim your birthright as the Mythril DragonKnight!

Alessandro picked up the blade and he was endowed with mythril armor that matched the blade's inscriptions.

Alessandro bowed and vanished from the plane...

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A young elven man is taken from a jail cell and taken into the middle of town, being carried by a large man. "Here is our latest example of those who go aginst the Mother! He will pay for his life becuase of it!"

No one iin the town wants to watch or worship the Mother, but they are given no choice if they like living. People sheild their eyes and hoope for a miracle to keep them from being the next victim.

(He needs someone to save him if you haven't noticed.) ;D

[Archmage Turanis Altaine]

As the young man was being carried the big man suddenly dropped him to the dirt as a rather wicked looking arrow was sticking from his knee. A lithe elven figure stepped from the crow, yet his face remained hidden by the green cloak he wore. Slowly he drew a Shamshir from within the cloak, "I have come for my Brother..." he pointed it at the man, "and your blood!"

[Arcaneye]

The man hissed in pain. He pulled the arrow out of his leg and approached towards the man as if there was no pain.

"The mother would be even happier with two offerings."

When you look in his eyes you feel an evil greater than any man could possess.

[Treva]

A being harbouring a evil greater then any man could possess. (The irony) Approached the square. He was at least nine feet tall and wore armor that was as black as midnight. Over his back were a Greataxe and a Greatsword. Both of which were black as midnight with the armor. His helm had two large light brown horns sticking out the top and streaching upwards for a foot and a half. His eyes were a bright red and he approached the square eager to watch the sacrifice and suck up the souls of those who would show evil. The burly man being his first target he moved up and towered over him. He did not speak a word but a slight chuckling could be heard under his armor.

[Arcaneye]

The man began to step back when his eyes rolled in the back of his head. He then drew his longsword and came towards the man...thing.

"The dragon mother will crush all of her opponents!"

[Arcaneye]

((sorry I've been extremly sick))