The ship was worst than the slums, the people more diseased and the overall mood worst the ship was arriving, but somthing happened the Luck skipper III carried alchohol, lots of it, but it catched fire. You could almost say exploded, johann jumped into the lake with the rest of the crew. A small schooner passed him, but little did he know it contained his sister, fatima, he swam and swam to a small coastal village,which was a long swim,with the rest of the survivors. The people of the village stared at the crew his hair was salty with sea salt, he was hungry and needed rest. When the 15 survivors of the luck skipper that swam to this village entered the village inn the barkeep almost fainted from the exhaustion, malnutrition, & the overall mood. The village showed hospitality, but the only real place to eat and sleep was a really small in called The tavern at postway, it was a dingy tavern on the in side it looked like an indoor cafe. Except the smell.


Every one was either sleeping or adding to the chaos of the main room. The main room was overcrowded but then the one thing you didn't want to hear was heard, a glass bottle breaking on somebody's head. What came after was all to predictable, a chaotic barfight, johann pulled out his dagger and cut somebodies wrist. The wrist's owner dropped a broken bottle and writhed in pain.and punched somebody else, thus starting a 'nother domino effect.

Johann was used to crimes, murder, & such, but he never was in an actual fight or battle but it seem all to natural. And most people were beating and some used things like broken bottles and chairs, but johann was the only person with a real weapon, even thought it was a dagger. He actually killed four people, but felt no remorse. More and more people were falling onto the ground, most unconscious, some in drunken stupor, but few dead. The huge fight seemed without end, he stole a nice sirt from some drunk and ripped a triangular, red piece on a dead man's clothes. He then wore it like a banndana covering his nose and mouth, he liked it. After getting re-dressed he joined the brawl again. People noticed his theft and were appalled at him, johann didn't care, he needed new clothes.

The brawl was starting to slow down. but it left a large mess all over the inn. Johann helped clean up. but still, everyone was on their last nerve.

Tilorn spread his huge leathery wings. The muscles on his back shifted as they began to beat on the air. He rose from the out crop of trees that lay near the vilage. He no longer wore the meager rags that he had come to know. Now he wore the full set of the armour of bloodshed. Its arcane power locked into its runic scripture. The power now passed to him. He felt the owed the god of chaos for this gift. He owed Ita the chaos she was due. He would pay it back in blood this night. He clenched a fist. His gauntlet following the motion. He had spent the first few hours of his ownership of the armour making sure it was battle ready. He had polished off all rust and dried blood, he had replaced the age old straps and most of all he had sharped every single point to a razors edge. He felt powerfull in this armour. It felt like it, like is sword, was driving him to greater leavls of hate and anger.

He rose over the vilage like an ill omen. He could hear shouts coming from a building. He slowed the wing beats till he landed on the cobble stones outside. Light was pouring out onto the street as he looked in. It seemed there had been a fight. Some would have left, all the fun was over but there where plenty of people inside still ready to be killed. He raised gauntlet sheilded hand and pushed open the door. He folded his massive wings and stooped inside. With out looking at the rest of the people within he grabbed a lone man. His fist curled around the mans neck and shoulder. Blood began to seep down from the shoulder as the gripped tightend like a steel vice. As he gripped his gauntlets began to crackle with chaotic energy, like red electricity. It sparked and shot from his metal gloves. The man cried out as it earthed itself in his flesh. Tilorn flashed a gore stained smile showing his vile pointed teath and punched the man in the ribs. He dropped down coughing. Tilorn raised a knee and delt another blow to the mans face. He fell backwards coughing blood. Tilorn raised a massive metal boot and braught it down on the mans chest, once, twice three times. Each blow echoed around the room with a sickening crack as more ribs gave under the force.

He laughed and drew his blade. The destiny breaker it would work well tonight. Many destinys would be braught to an abrupt holt. He singled out a man, he had a weapon, one of the only seriuse looking men in the room. Tilorn needed something to eat and it looked like the man was going to be it. Tilorn threw a table and chair out of the way and began to advance on the man.

Johann thought the fight was over, he was proven wrong, some one, some thing with wings entered the inn. Most men in the inn were fighting in retaliation or defense, but this thing just walked in and flat out massacared with a intimidating sword. Johann knew he had done evil, but he prayed that he would never be as soulless as this thing.

The daemon was making a mess out of the luck skippers' survivors. Johann was gashed with somebody's blade as he rolled behind the bar. Broken glass pushed itself deeper when he rolled, it was painfull and he had started bleeding badly. Then he saw the bartender's face, he was an innocent, but johann knew he had killed him in the fight. Maybe I am as soul less as this demon he thought. But then he grabbed a glass bottle with dwarven runes on it, dwarven firewater, he poured some lamp fuel into stuffed it with a bit of cloth, lit it with a torch and hurled it at the demon.

It broke, unknown on where it tdid but flame started every where. immhe saw a woundered person catch fire and try to run out on fire, but they ran the the lake and fell into it, unconscious. Not only he was trapped in the center of fire surrounded with alcohol. The creature seemed unaffected. Also painful stings of his thoughts on killing the helpless in that attempt, and the pain of his many wounds wracked him. He almost screamed at the winged beast Have you no MERCY!? he looked up at it and crossed his bloodied arms in submission. The fire was encroaching, he didn't have much time, but he could barley move and the fire went at the fire rack. Like the ship it exploded. but in this process he blacked out. He woke up hurs later his left arm burn badly. His hair singed, he looked around the area, the smoldering inn a crowd trying to put it out. But he still saw the demon overlooking the area. he went up to it and cried out Why?, Why.... did you do this?

Tlorn turned to the kid when he had finaly awoken. He in the mean time had had his fun. Several bodys lay scattered with bites taken from the neck, blood pooling and drying on the wooden floor. The fire was almost out. He walked with purpose towards the pathetic creature that was talking about mercy. "Mercy? You speak of mercy when mercy is a matter of opinion. I think that your opinion is sadly skewed. There are no such thing as morals or acts of good and evil only opinion. In my opinion i am doing a good thing. Im ridding all human minds of dogma, they will never have to think again. Where as you killed for no reason. You didnt even have a motive. Surely even in your own mind you are the evil one here?" He took his helm off. He tied it onto his bag and smiled grimmly at the man. His teath gorestained and stained red with blood. "Whats more evil In your opinion? A devine creation... an angel fallen from grace? or a to feast on human flesh and a vampire? Because im both" He laughed manicly.

Raising a gloved hand he pointed at a random to a single woman. "Desacrate" The woman didnt even call out. She fell to earth with a thump. Blood trickling from her open mouth. He turned back to the man. "You see i am here for a reason, I need to feast. I need blood. Your blood" He raised a hand ready to cast a spell but then he hesitated. Wouldnt it be all the more fun if he could fight him first?

"Get up and fight me, its your chance to escape" He laughed. He pu his hand down and stepped back giving the man room. He hefted his sword in one hand and pulled his sheild infront of him with the other. "you killed just now, lets see you try to do it again"

As a reply the creature, who was actully the first non-human thing johann ever saw face to face, gave a short lecture, in responce he quickly rebutted Evil all depends on opinion and situation, and in my opinion, walking into a barfight randomly and massacring them, well is evil.. The beast had no reply but he said he wanted to kill him and he took the latter option, run.

Johann quickly ran away from the demon, into the woods near him. at the moment he noticed he was runnig in circles, johann triped and under a rock he felt somthing a dagger, a purpleish-black short dagger. He picked up, turned around and drove it into the beast and then continued to run, not turning around to see what was the result. He ran back towards the village to be less predictable he was in somuch fear from that creature that he forgot the exhaustion of running, the pain of moving because his still slightly bleeding wounds, all he could see is the possiblity of seeing his sister.

He was at the village, but he kept running and leaped into the water to quickly clean up, the water around him was almost intantly discolored, he got the dirt, grrime, and salt out of him hair and quickly walked up. People glare at him an oddball sailor that started killing, disapeared for a while and ran as if the devil was chasing him (almost true) out the forest. He put his new dagger into his old dagger's scabbard, it barely fit but it was consealed and still worked. he threw his old dagger into the dirt. A old lady walked up to him Who...are you...what was that..thing..? Johann smiled and looked at the granny and replied I am johann sureakan, I do not know what was the thing, but i have to ask you seen fatima- johann tried to remember her last name Fatima cho- The old lady smiled and said There was only one fatimaa here, she left for lor-...Lómëdor, to see her father or something.. Johann cursed and quickly said his thank you's and walked off, he couldn't get a boat ride back, he whould have to walk.

He was back into the forest, he had packed up with produce but with every step he grow more and more paranoid of that demon. He contined to back but by now he was slashing tree branches in "defence". He couldn't take this for long, nightfall started to blanket the forest, he planed to walk to the grasslands then camp, he knew he'd at-least live for that long.