bleh, i am wriing myself dead on this... losing interest cant keep going.. well anyway the next segment and coming soon after im done with this, if i finish, i will write my character biography on Harkin Nythia
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That night my chance was open, how could I have not thought of it before. The fires, I saw several fires up on a hill, maybe it was the goblins, maybe not. There was only one way to find out, so I started walking.
It was too dark to see, and I didn?t want to get in close so I sat down in a tree and waited for the sun to rise. Sometime around early morning I spotted them, goblins everywhere, they sent out several patrols I guess. With the camp numbers down I decided it was the best time to attack.
-Life is always two sided the good and the bad, in many one side holds supreme, others there is a fluctuating balance between them. For me life has been the latter, as I have been an evil terror upon the cities of Thorven and a saint in the city of Gyth, I have been a bandit on the road of Pilnor and a Paladin in the service of King Velothi.
-I had at one time been an expert archer for the Delorian army, a mage practicing under secrecy in Altha and a knight in Sythi. My life has taken turns and after each turn I would forget what happened before the turn, only to regain it all back brutally. This is my curse, the curse of my sword, the curse born from Sythi itself.
-Sythi, the demigod who struck down Deloria himself and sent death upon the land, who after fighting Fyldor Faldor, the Elven ranger, was banished to the underworld. Being defeated by a mortal shook the realms and opened the new time of peace. Sythi is the place was ruled by the demigod Sythi.
-Forsaken by the other gods, the land of Sythi has always had countless troubles, and this new menace threatens the entire world. Seen from Sythi to Deloria, orcs and goblins have become a menace, taking out towns, my village, Cynth and the rest of the land if their numbers continues to grow, this is why I must hunt.
-The curse runs deep, from my past, ever since I first lived in Sythi. I took the sword, it was me, I took Sythi?s sword, the sword that killed a god and was broken against a fight against a mortal. Sythi fell, and so have I, and so shall the world if I can?t redeem myself. I will redeem myself, I will!
-I am the only hope, with the knowledge I have gained, the skills I have learned, a master swordsman, an excellent archer and an archmage, I can do it all. Nothing will hold me back.
-I will always be the good guy, no matter the terrors I have caused and will cause, for at my fingertips I can bring destruction or salvation, I can save or I can kill. I choose to save!
The goblins didn?t know what hit them, I ran into the crowds at full speed making single fluid slashes to take out several at once. They tried to fight back but it was to no avail, they had no chance, the archers missed and the fighters were simply swept away.
I prefer the close ranged combat over magic or archery, the rush from taking out a foe was bliss for me.
Their heavy troops started to come out and my attacks started to have a less of an effect. Their armor thick, their swords strong. Through my armor I took a few hits, they were using hammers, and I could hear by bones crack under the pressure.
After charging a crowd and gaining some ground on them I decided to cast a spell, one I had made myself, as far as I can remember. The Baloth Blast would disintegrate any foe before me, and leave nothing to look at, but did I have enough power, enough time?
My days of such magic were behind me, but could I pull off such a stunt that had decimated entire cities before? Could I control its power and not destroy too much of the forest?
