WATCHER- Harrigan
Feb 11, 2015 8:32:59 GMT
Post by Admin on Feb 11, 2015 8:32:59 GMT
16th
16th
Marcus Dameon has been dead a month now. There are only 2 left and they will be gone by this month's end.
Marcus, "Shadow's Darkness", was the son of two of the most powerful mages of our time... Anton Dameon and Elizabeth (Pendragon) Artimusen. Anton and Angel (as she is often called) will have their memories erased when they are brought to the Council to be told about the death.
I must admit that killing him was not easy and near the end I was beginning to recognize his training. I trained under Anton myself, so I know the training he must have had. Though I feel HIS training was perhaps harder and more thorough as the Master was also his Father.
I found Marcus at the town he had been sent to for his first 'duty assignment'/ As usual, the Council sent him two days ahead of schedule, so I found him wandering around, mostly aimlessly, and managed to talk him into coming with me to a 'cooler' spot in town to hang out win with the entertainment of women and booze as the bait. Once in 'Beggar's Alley' i drew my sword and made my move.
Something in my movements tipped him off because as I swung for his midsection, suddenly his sword was right there to block me. He caught me off-guard enough to back up a step and compose himself. He asked what was going on and when I said I was sent to kill him, he actually laughed. (First time I had ever gotten THAT response)
We were pretty evenly matched for a time as we swung, parried, blocked, and dodged each others blows, while I felt him out trying to wear him down.
When he became tired, he stumbled and I managed a pretty good shot on him from a back swing to cut deep into his right side. He staggered and managed to regain his balance as he swung at me. I don't recall the exact details, but I do remember that it took longer than I anticipated and when all was said and done, he was dead and I was cut up pretty back. Marcus managed to slice my leg pretty good and I am gonna make sure the scar remains on my arm as a memorial to a great fighter and the Master who taught and reared him. (Even though Anton will not remember)
Sometimes, like this evening as I gaze up at the moon, I wish I had not done as well as I had and caught the attention of The Shadows. Being the Lt of The Seekers within the Shadows in a job I am beginning to hate.
There is one more mission I have yet to muster the courage for. I am to kill Elizabeth Artimusen.
It is feared the memory block will not hold as she becomes deeper and deeper into Blood Magic.
"Angel". Such an appropriate name for her. Her once beloved, Anton, called her that often and I am told still does to this day despite his marrying Angela this Solstice. He still believes the dreams he has of the child are of the future and not the past.
Of all the thousands I have killed, either by my hand or the hands of the Army, this one will forever stay in my mind. For I have killed one of my own. I, Harrington Lucieuser, am of far removed Pendragon blood as well. Either the Council knows not of my heritage, or I have so little it is of no threat or consequence to them. I fear I have been of the Shadows for so long now I only think of THEM as family and no other.
16th
Marcus Dameon has been dead a month now. There are only 2 left and they will be gone by this month's end.
Marcus, "Shadow's Darkness", was the son of two of the most powerful mages of our time... Anton Dameon and Elizabeth (Pendragon) Artimusen. Anton and Angel (as she is often called) will have their memories erased when they are brought to the Council to be told about the death.
I must admit that killing him was not easy and near the end I was beginning to recognize his training. I trained under Anton myself, so I know the training he must have had. Though I feel HIS training was perhaps harder and more thorough as the Master was also his Father.
I found Marcus at the town he had been sent to for his first 'duty assignment'/ As usual, the Council sent him two days ahead of schedule, so I found him wandering around, mostly aimlessly, and managed to talk him into coming with me to a 'cooler' spot in town to hang out win with the entertainment of women and booze as the bait. Once in 'Beggar's Alley' i drew my sword and made my move.
Something in my movements tipped him off because as I swung for his midsection, suddenly his sword was right there to block me. He caught me off-guard enough to back up a step and compose himself. He asked what was going on and when I said I was sent to kill him, he actually laughed. (First time I had ever gotten THAT response)
We were pretty evenly matched for a time as we swung, parried, blocked, and dodged each others blows, while I felt him out trying to wear him down.
When he became tired, he stumbled and I managed a pretty good shot on him from a back swing to cut deep into his right side. He staggered and managed to regain his balance as he swung at me. I don't recall the exact details, but I do remember that it took longer than I anticipated and when all was said and done, he was dead and I was cut up pretty back. Marcus managed to slice my leg pretty good and I am gonna make sure the scar remains on my arm as a memorial to a great fighter and the Master who taught and reared him. (Even though Anton will not remember)
Sometimes, like this evening as I gaze up at the moon, I wish I had not done as well as I had and caught the attention of The Shadows. Being the Lt of The Seekers within the Shadows in a job I am beginning to hate.
There is one more mission I have yet to muster the courage for. I am to kill Elizabeth Artimusen.
It is feared the memory block will not hold as she becomes deeper and deeper into Blood Magic.
"Angel". Such an appropriate name for her. Her once beloved, Anton, called her that often and I am told still does to this day despite his marrying Angela this Solstice. He still believes the dreams he has of the child are of the future and not the past.
Of all the thousands I have killed, either by my hand or the hands of the Army, this one will forever stay in my mind. For I have killed one of my own. I, Harrington Lucieuser, am of far removed Pendragon blood as well. Either the Council knows not of my heritage, or I have so little it is of no threat or consequence to them. I fear I have been of the Shadows for so long now I only think of THEM as family and no other.