Mnzetius marched across the windy landscape of the Squaldor. His right leg dragged behind him, leaving a trail of crushed grass. The skeletal leg was a constant reminder of two defeats in his life. First, the skeletal leg itself was the symbol of Lodrick, the necromancer who first conducted the necromantic studies upon Mnzetius when he first was a child. Then, the fragmented crack running down the tibia bone of his body was a mockery of his defeat against the budding psychic Valens. That leg was a marker of defeat, a constant reminder of all the suffering and loss the wizard had been through.

Mnzetius paused, holding his arms out, allowing the wind to sweep over him. It was relaxing, giving him the opportunity to pause the turmoil of his mind. He let his staff drop to the ground, and held his arms horizontally across his body. His cloak billowed behind him, making strange rippling noises behind him. The short and scrawny necromancer let his arms flop down to his side, and then bent down to retrieve the staff he had dropped moments earlier.

Mnzetius began to walk again, keeping his eyes low. The grass below him looked like a sea of jade shards whipping to and fro in the wind, like a restless current of a green sea. The wandering wizard would occasionally come across a rare tree, gazing at its whipping branches in the wind. The world here seemed peaceful, at rest, just allowing the wind to push it gentle, being cradled in the gentle arms of the breeze. Suddenly, Mnzetius was overcome by the urge to transform, become a branch on a tree, or one of the jade shards of grass. The overwhelming desire to be restlessly tossed about became his chief desire for one moment; but one moment only.

Hope had never been a thing Mnzetius had. Goals were all he could strive for, all he could hope for. And this twisted man knew he couldn't waste his hope on goals that were pointless. All that mattered to him was power, to grow on his necromantic studies, his own personal form of power. Certain people obtained power through the certain aspects that they could easily achieve. Someone could perhaps use trickery and stealth to obtain what they wanted, whether it be wealth or lust. A brute of a man could rely upon his strength to topple down whatever obstacles came in his way. Wizards relied on magic and spells to obtain what truly meant to them, most likely magic or knowledge. Warriors obtained power through their weapon proficiency, whether it was a dexterous bow or powerful sword, they could cut down any in their path.

Rouges and thieves could wield their thieves tools and tongues as proficiently as a warrior's and their blades. Brutes could use their bodies as proficiently as a warrior and his blade. Wizards could wield magic as proficiently as a warrior and his blade. Mnzetius could wield his negative magic as proficiently as a warrior and his blade. The necromancer had plenty of negative emotions in him to supply his arsenal of hate and destructive magic.

Mnzetius walked aimlessly through the grasslands, absorbing all the peace and restless motion around him.

((OOC:First post since I've been back. Hope you like it!)

Valens sat down at the base of a large tree, standing alone on a sea of crstyline grass. It was perched majestically at the top of a tall hill, the wind sending it branches into a flurry of movement in a chorus with grass. He gazed absent mindedly into the endless plains beyond, his bright, blue eyes reflecting his inner peace. He wasn't thinking, merely existing. It was strange, how much peace was around him, how much serenity.

He saw something, in the corner of his eye. His staff was falling, ever so slowing, the bandages wrapped around it fluttering in the wind as it fell. Time seemed to slow down, and the distance place at which his eyes gazed upon became real. It was as if he was in another realm. The lone tree at which he rested upon was dead and rotting, almost skeletal. The sky seemed to be red. On a single blade of grass in front of him, a lone drop of blood trickled downwards on the emerald surface. The drop of blood reached the roots of the grass, and the blade shattered into a pile of deep red blood. The entire field turned into a sea of blood, the entire Salquedor grasslands. It was horrible, a river of tears fell from Valens eyes as he gazed upon the peace turn into chaos. He fell to his knees and wept.

CLANG!

Valens looked up, startled. He opened his eyes, afraid at what he might see. The sea of grass remained a normal, bright green, the lone tree as beautiful as ever. His staff had hit he hard earth below, and remained still, the bandages wrapped around it continuing to flutter in the wind. Valens blue eyes drifted around wearily. Every thing seemed normal, but he knew that it wouldn't be for long. His visions were always true. They always mean something. Yet he had only had a vision like this before. Two years ago. It was the night before an evil man had killed his family. A man named Mnzetius. A man that Valens wanted to kill, with every ounce of his being. A man that was nearby.

He always had a dream about a skeletal object and blood when Mnzetius was around. This was because of one distinct, haunting feature. Mnzetius had a skeletal leg, and feature that haunted Valens to this date. But were was he? Valens looked from his perch on the hill, and noticed a dark robed man far in the distance, near a patch of shrubbery. Fear gripped him. Dark visions from his past began to stir deep within the confines of his mind. Dark memories of death, dark memories of vengeance. His master words came to mind. Revenge is what will fuel your passion...

All fear was eliminated. It was now. Now was the time that Valens would kill Mnzetius. It had to be now. His eyes became stone cold, and he began to reach deep within his mind to draw upon his psychic powers. He retraced his path from the bushes nearby Mnzetius, and held his breath, and closed his eyes. Deep purple smoke appeared near the tree, but he was not there. He was right near the patch of bushes, to the right of Mnzetius, but hoping that Mnzetius would not hear the small clicking noise of his boots as they landed on the ground. Instantly he covered himself in psychic energy, making his body invisible. He held his breath, and waited for his chance to strike.

Valens noticed a large rock a little ways in the distance, to the left of Mnzetius. He held out his hand, and caused the rock to move with his energy. It shook as it rose slightly, but then became steady. Valens moved his hand the direction the rock was to move, and sent the 150 pound boulder hurdling to Mnzetius.

The sounds of the forest relaxed Relgo’s body as he lay down on the large grass covered hills in the Squaldor Grasslands. Removing his cloak and draping it over his body for a blanket the Half-Demon hair immediately started to flow in the winds direction. Laying his staff at his side he looked at the large blue sky that was slowly fading into a dark grey night. After a while stars littered the sky. Being around his element always made Relgo happy which was not a feeling he felt very often. Slowly after his long days hunt for food Relgo slowly drifted off into a deep slumber.

Waking up the next morning he lifted himself off the ground and stretched his body from the cold night he slept through. The half-demon took his cloak and wrapped it around his neck and put the hood over his head in an attempt to warm his ears. He picked up his staff off the green grass and carried it in his hand and walked to look for a stream or pond to bathe in for the upcoming day. Walking through the trees and shrubbery was difficult since it was so dense in this certain area he took out his dagger and started to slice his way as best as he could. The sharp blade of the dagger had no problem slicing through the underbrush.

After about an hour of nonstop cutting through bushes Relgo found his way to a small stream and quickly stripped to his undergarments and bathed. Receding from the water in a hurry because of its icy cold water Relgo took his clothing and put it over his wet body and lay down near the stream in the sun to dry. He took his cloak and folded it so that it would become a decent pillow for him to rest on. The half-demon took out a loaf of bread and took a chunk of it off and started to eat it ravenously. Tearing off a bit more to eat he put the rest of the loaf away and took out a bar of chocolate to cure his sweet tooth. Feeling bloated from eating so much Relgo lay on the grass and looked at the ring on his finger. The shiny silver outline of the ring shined in the light of the sun. The gold holding the large diamond in the center mirrored parts of Relgos face. Seeing this he laughed and sat his hand back to his side and took a short nap.

Fear ran through his body from his head to his toes. An image of the evil necromancer that had preformed his experiments on Relgo’s body flashed and thoughts of the horrid things he had done. He could hear screams from the young children that the evil fool would bring in rang through his ears. Then in one instant he felt complete peace in his body when he saw the face of the boy who had saved him multiple times from Lodricks wicked spells. Then in a flash everything became reality again. As he raised all that was wet on his body was the sweat on his brow.

Gathering everything once again he started walking in a random direction thinking of the previous dream he had. Then within an instant he stumbled and fell face first on the ground. As he rose and wiped the blood from his face which now tainted the green grass a red color Relgo saw a man in dark clothing. Coming closer he saw from under his cloak that the wind had blown his leg which was almost completely bone with barely any skin covering it. Within an instant he recognized who the person was. It was his best friend through the dark days being trapped in the dark cellars of Lodricks wretched home.

Then behind his friend he saw a man get engulfed in purple energy and turn invisible. All of the sudden a massive rock started to lift off the ground and it was hurled at mnzetius’s deformed body. With instinct Relgo screamed out to his long time friend “ Look out behind you Mnzetius! ”. With instinct Relgos hand was engulfed with red and orange light and busted out of his hand and penetrated the giant bolder causing it to break into small fiery bits that littered the ground everywhere. Looking near the area where he saw the man turn invisible Relgo’s staff started glowing with a white light and he pointed it in the general direction of where he saw it and hoped that light would enshroud the body of the invisible enemy.

Munio strolled down one of Salquedor’s many roads, taking in the stunning landscape around him. A single oak tree waited on a hill in the distance, swaying slightly under the influence of the wind. It was surrounded by many stones of different sizes, the largest the height of an average-sized human. He abruptly shook his mind off the landscape around himself and focused on walking. He couldn’t dawdle for too long; His knowledge with machinery was needed in an agricultural colony due south of Lomedor. The colony’s mill was believed to have been sabotaged by a marauding group of looters. He picked up his pace a slight bit, following the dilapidated path through the rolling emerald hills of the plains.

It was near dusk by now, and he could hear the sounds of the nocturnal life of the plains beginning to arise. He could make out a silhouette belonging to one of the colony’s watchtowers. He had been on this journey for most of the day, and was relieved to finally be able to rest. He was nearly past the watchtowers, when he fell to his knees, grasping his temple. Pain was ricocheting through his brain, and suddenly, his eyes were assaulted with foreign images, of a cloaked figure standing ominously on a hillside near a lone oak tree. The cerulean sky was turning crimson, and a fight was ensuing between the cloaked man and another, whose face was disturbingly familiar.

The pain subsided, and his vision returned to its previous state of watchtowers and wheat fields. He pulled himself off his knees, and turned back to the road he had come from. Still clasping his forehead in shock, he started back down the road towards Lomedor. Visions don’t just happen without reason. And something about that face was startlingly familiar, seemingly embedded in his memory.

He had been running for hours on end, and the sun was finally beginning to show itself on the horizon. He was exhausted, but he knew that the oak tree was nearby. He slowed down to a stumbling walk, and abandoned the road to head west. The oak tree was just visible on the horizon, and he kept moving onwards, his legs objecting his every movement. Soon, he was at the base of the hill, and staggered upwards. He had no energy left, but kept moving out of sheer willpower. His heart was burning from exhaustion and hope. Exhaustion from the run, hope from his past. He knew who the face in his vision belonged to. He reached out for the tree, and stabilized himself. His legs were shaking, and he quickly began to look for a safe place to rest. He lurched into a small outcropping of boulders, and collapsed between them, and rested for the first time in two days…

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...WHACK!

Munio arose, startled and still half-asleep. The rock he had been resting his head on had just... flown away? His skull and neck throbbed smashing into the ground, and the weight of the few hours of sleep he had was pulling his eyelids down, beckoning him back to sleep. In his lack of attentiveness, he failed to notice the three beings fighting only a few yards away.

He gazed around himself and recognized the faces from his vision the day before. He reached for the hilt of his blade, and said a silent prayer to himself.

Mnzetius remained in his peaceful stance, allowing the wind to pass through his cloak, underneath the ruffling fabric. The breezes flowed through the hollow places on his leg, making the inner portions of the bone colder than the outer portions. While in this meditative stance, Mnzetius was able to notice those types of minuscule data. He could even feel the tiny hairs of his eyebrows turning slightly in the favor of the wind. It was almost remarkable on how peaceful the necromancer was.

His mind wasn't littered with dark thoughts and musings of sinners any longer. He no longer had any desire to slice the butcher who charged him an outrageous price for meat into peaces. He didn't want to bludgeon the tiny child who hit him on the head with a ball to death. He didn't even want to burn that annoying flutist into a smolders at this amazingly, perhaps even slightly disturbing, peaceful moment. But was what more remarkable was his lack of remorse. He no longer was ashamed for killing that same butchers wife, for he had been trying to pin up his anger for quite some time. He wasn't afraid of being caught for slaughtering that boy's brothers and sisters before the child's very eyes. He wasn't scared of being cursed by Lothlomendil for killing the flutist's audience, including a priest to the goddess of life.

All his emotions seemed to be purged by a cleansing flame, completely destroyed by the inferno. All that seemed to remain was the smoke from the fire, and that smoke symbolically resembling peace. He was shocked himself by the incredible relaxed feeling spreading through his entire body. Even the bones on his necromatically enchanted limbs were cool and relaxed.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out. “Look out behind you Mnzetius!” followed by a CRASH! Flaming bits and pieces of rock fell all around him, several pieces getting caught on the folds of his cloak. He shook off the slightly flaming bits from him, and swiftly stepped out of the way. "What in the name of Lothlomendil was that!" he swore, using the words of the goddess in an emotionless manner. Although he used these common swears, they had no meaning to him. He was merely repeating what average citizens said when the perhaps dropped a grocery bag, and something that they might say as well when a boulder began to fly towards them with the intent of crushing them.

Something was awry. Soon, his mind began to make connections. He was coming upon such startling realizations that he was forced to merely stand a few feet away from the flaming rubble. The boulder flew towards him. The air around had a distinct feel to it. It was undeniably the same energy that had fused to him on the fateful day he had recklessly destroyed a 'farmers' family. Psychic energy was already accumulating in a stagnant pool. He swirled around in a three hundred and sixty degree motion, keeping his eyes on all the areas around him. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Reglo, and another force with a sword. Just by his hostile energy illuminating from him, Mnzetius was able to recognize him as an enemy. But another feature struck out to the necromancer, although he couldn't quite name it. Already, his enemy had enchanted himself to become invisible.

Just the mere thought of Valens made Mnzetius steam with negative energy. His mana and negative emotions rushed through his body and out his pores, creating a distinct atmosphere around him. Dread and hopelessness became the primary emotions around him, and just by the mere sight of him, an animal would run from the negative energy swarming the area from his involuntary curse spell.

Valens hand moved in sync with the large boulder, as he sent it flying towards his enemy like a bird in bay of a fleeing insect. The boulder moved with rapid speed with the force of his psychic powers and sheer momentum. His hand faltered, and so did the boulder as a large red and orange bolt shot from an unknown source, and caused his missile to explode. A smile of grim satisfaction formed on the psychic face as his eyes drifted over to another dark figure, that he assumed was an ally to his original foe. All the more fun. A dark look formed in his eyes, represented the horrible passion the dwelt inside the very being of him. The desire to hold down Mnzetius, and use a rock to carve out his eyes, and then his very skull. He had a whole list of things he would do to Mnzetius as soon as he won. And if he killed this new road block, he would only have more success.

His mental will was sent out across the expanse of the field, allowing his being to be able to read the thoughts of all near him. He was invisible, so he felt safe to concentrate deeply on the matter, another skill his master had trained him to do. The voice of Mnzetius rang into his mind, muttering curses about him. The thoughts of the other dark man reached him now, thinking thoughts about the fight, and his ally. Another thought of an unknown subject reached his mind. Someone muttering in pain. It was deep and gruff, yet sounded familiar to him... He shrugged it off as nothing, and broke his concentration, and focused on the matter at hand.

Mnzetius already knew that Valens was near. The psychic bound that formed between the two had turned to be unfavorable now. They hated each other, but they shared more than a brother and sister did. But it didn't matter now, he would have the satisfaction of killing Mnzetius fairly, and that would be soon. Something twanged inside of him, in his mental state, his foresight. He focused on his mind and state of being as the other man, who was helping Mnzetius, tried to cast the Light spell upon him, to reveal his hidden location. But it wouldn't work, the spell didn't affect normal humans as well as simple mundane items, and with his deep concentration, he could avoid the effects.

Valens looked at the spot right next to Mnzetius, and imagined his body over in the location, and his mental powers transported himself to the spot. For a brief moment, he was visible, because his spell had been cancelled, but he teleported directly next to Mnzetius before it could be registered into a normal humans mind. He was right next to Mnzetius, and swung with this staff, aimed directly at his foe's ribs, hoping to injure them, or even possible break them. He put a huge amount of power into his swing, in hopes to send the small, weak, and tiny mage across the fields in a massive show of power.

Recovering from the mana drain Relgo looked to make sure his close friend was ok. The chunks of flaming rock scattered the ground scorching everything it touched. The half-demon ran towards his beloved friend to make sure the chunks did not damage him too greatly.

Once he was half way there he felt something strange in his mind. It was a presence that had never been there before. Making his running stop Relgo stood there trying to figure out what it was. Then just as fast as it came, it left. Relgo quickly continued his hurried pace towards Mnzetius. Before he reached his friend he saw out of the corner of his eye a blur of dark purple energy and then in front of him stood a man clearly visible to the naked eye. With great force the man took his staff and swung it at Mnzetius’s ribs. Unable to help his friend all he could do was watch his friend get injured.

Relgo’s eyes faded from deep blue to a dark black and energy ran to his fingers. The clouds grew black and the wind began to blow with might. From behind a group of rocks a burst of blue and orange colored wind blew across the now darkened green ground causing the trees and plants near it to burst into flames. The burning plants then were turned into solid ice frozen by the solar wind. The breeze flew in front of him heading directly where Valens was standing. With second thought he then remembered that the wind would also hit Mnzetius if he didn’t get out of its way.

The dark clouds soon faded back to their original form and his eyes turned back to blue. The sky returned back to a baby blue and everything was still again. Only the sounds of the wind carrying the dead leaves from the now scorched leaves to the ground.

Not knowing what else he could do to help Relgo took out his potion of intelligence and took out the cork holding the liquid. Once opened the foul odor spread around him and he had to pinch his nose to get the disgusting potion down his throat. Seconds after he put the potion away it started to take effect. He started thinking about his foe Valens. He said to himself “Would he really be fighting two people alone? There is no way he could defeat us both by himself!”. Looking around the open green and black area he spotted a man where the rock Valens had thrown at Mnzetius.

Quickly Relgo focused what energy he had left in his body and held his staff in front of him. He could feel the energy escaping his body and flowing into his staff as it started to glow a faint blue color and blue light began to fill in the carvings on the staff. With all his might he thrust his staff to the ground and immediately several glowing blue stars started falling from the sky at the body of this unknown person.