Red Moon Triblade

[V0idsoldier 1139]

The last story! ((Skip if you have already read it, had its own topic, just want to post it here for convenience.))

His heart raced, what was this madness. For the second time that day his heart ached, yet this time it was so much stronger, as if his heart was literally ripped from his chest. That's when he felt the blade enter.

It started innocently to speak the truth, a hand on Genriel's shoulder, he had to apologize about his abrupt leaving the night before. His mind was out of focus, when was the last time he even saw his love, he couldn't remember anymore, he craved her attention yet he didn't know where she was. Writing to Genriel, he gently apologized, his book in one hand and his quill in the other. "I am so sorry about last nights events, my mind has just been... off" he wrote, showing her the words only to receive a smile and a nod "It's ok, really it is." The two stared for a while, not sure where else to go, before she blurted out the words "Did you hear? The mori caverns are collapsed... Well, the entrance at least." His heart stopped, a throbbing pain coming to fruition, terror filling his mind, fear in his body, dropping his book he dashes down the path.

Sprinting now with no signs of stopping as if his life depends on it, he has to see it with is own eyes. Turning the corners of the paths, he finally comes into view of it, her words were true, the entrance was destroyed, no hope of getting in or out. He fell to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes and yet only one thing on his mind, his love, where is she. Soon Genriel showed up, trying to comfort him, but unable to, he had to know. Sprinting more, he slid around each corner, running impossibly fast now as red overwhelmed his blue eyes. Coming soon to the pit, the only way he knew in.

Once more Genriel followed, unsure of what was happening, but so dedicated to helping Rusen. Staring into her eyes, trying to take comfort, he had no choice, he had to know. Diving off the cliff, he hit the water at the bottom of the Mori caves. Hoping, praying Genriel didn't follow, not wanting to risk her life, yet sure enough a splash echoed behind his ears, he could feel her eyes on his neck, knowing then and there he wasn't going to get rid of her.

Traveling quickly, they soon arrived at the house, the house of the Cressa'mtor, the home of his love, so secret to all but her and him, he stumbled inside, desperately looking for any sign of her safety, so foolish, not even thinking of his own. He found nothing but tears in his own eyes, would he ever see her again, he wondered, his heart aching so bad now, he could roll up and die, but he needed to know. That was when he ran into the Mori.

Near the fountain, at the entrance of the city, is where he spoke the word, so soft, so gentle, as if he actually felt something. "Where is Miri, WHERE IS SHE" He wrote frantically, looking into his eyes, needing to know, the single word destroying his entire life, shattering his heart dearly "Dead" he uttered. With his fist clenched, the death order came, Rusen was ready for death, yet he couldn't let them take Genriel. He threw a wild punch, nearly slicing his own throat to give her a chance to run, he fell to his knees, hoping, praying she gets out alive, only him and Izier now, he looks up at him, his life pointless now.

His heart raced, what was this madness. For the second time that day his heart ached, yet this time it was so much stronger, as if his heart was literally ripped from his chest. That's when he felt the blade enter. Coldly and slowly, slithering through his skin like a serpent, hitting the thing that once kept him alive, the thing that was now going to be the death of him, sliding into his heart. His breaths came short and fast, knowing he didn't have much time till his mortal body gave out, a blade to his heart so welcoming right now, so eager to accept his death, embracing it, anything to be with his love again. "Since the moment I met you, you have disgusted me Human" The Mori said, taking pleasure in his pain. Gasping for air, he fumbled for his book, writing, almost with a laugh "Like I needed that hopeless thing", throwing the book at the Mori and gripping the blade, ripping it from his chest as the Mori twisted it.

Quickly, he stumbled to his feet, impossible amounts of blood pouring from his chest, his blue eyes a dark red as he falls to his knees, unable to even stand, so weak now he grips his hand over his heart. Was this the end of his pathetic, short, disgusting life? His love was gone, his body was bleeding out, why was he even still alive, surely it was clear now this world wasn't for him, his existence beyond useless, the time of his death bringing complete serenity over him, no emotions, not love not hate, was on his heartless mind, as he fell over and bled to death. Or so it seemed.

Lost in his own body, his dreams so cold, so dark, so terrorizing, everything bad in his life rushed through his brain, all his pain, all his suffering, all the bad in all the people he met, cringing in pain from his past memories. Through all of this, a voice was to be heard, the voice of his own strength, the side of his strength he had fought his entire life to hide, to control, now proposing a sweet deal to him, so gentle as the words soothed the pain. "I offer you life, in exchange for freedom" it spoke, so softly, so sweetly, as if a thousand Aenguls sang together, the true voice of evil. Rusen, trapped in his own body, his own skin, his own mind and his own soul, so lost, so confused. Falling to his knees, he wondered, is this the afterlife, where is my love, the feeling almost distant to him, love, what is love, how many times had his heart been broken, the deal sounding so innocent, so worth it. What was he to do. He accepted the terms, not sure why, his life was pointless without her, he had no goals in this existence aside from get her love, and with that gone, why even bother. Yet he did, he gave freedom to the power, so anxious to consume his young body, the spark within him lit, no longer the beautiful blue, but now the blood red, his soul black, his heart no longer with him.

He awoke on the forest floor of Elandriel, his eyes a blood red, his hair a deep black, so changed, so natural, feeling, better than ever.

The new story. A connector that bridges the gap between Rusens fall to darkness, and his road to becoming Red Moon Triblade. ((The first story happened in game, this part didn't happen in game, the next story will speak of in game events.))

It had been a few days, at the very least, though it had seem like decades. Not more than a week ago, Rusen had the face of a young child, innocent, carefree, madly in love, his face, his eyes, his hair and his attitude all pure. Things had changed. A stubble growing now on his worn face, his eyes a dark, deep, red, dark spots beneath them showing his lack of sleep. His hair was no longer the beautiful light brown, but now was a deep black, as smooth as ever, but so dark, so deep. His body had changed, he looked as if he aged 10 years, no longer the look of a boy, but of a hardened man. He couldn't live his life like this, he had already tried suicide, jumped from the trees in Elandriel, even tried poisoning himself. It wouldn't work.

The darkness in him grew each passing day his miserable life went on. Every moment, thinking of nothing but his love, his life, the only reason he remained human, gone now and himself still alive, his biggest nightmare. Why had he made the deal? Why had he given into the temptation of life, he could be seeing his love right now, and yet he was too weak, too weak to give up and die. His life was miserable. Soon, eyebrows were raised at him around the city, was this Rusen? The cheerful mute boy, so passionate and caring in all he did? How could he turn into this. Whispers behind his back, racial slurs from the wood elves he lived with. "I heard all humans are like this." "Yea, that's Rusen, rumor is he killed his love, or something like that, just stay away from him ok?" Filthy lies, rumors, gossip slipping behind his back, he knew from he beginning what they were saying, but he was so beyond caring at this point. He had no friends anymore, one of his few, a man named Kvothe, seemingly up and vanishing. Everyone knew him, yet he knew no one, once more dragged into sorrow, never having anyone to speak to, always being rejected. This was his childhood all over again.

For a moment in his life, Rusen had it all. He had a decent house, valuable possessions, and friends. Those meant nothing to him, the thing that did matter, the only thing that mattered to him, was his love, eternal and forever. He thought he had it all. What happens when you take all a man has, away from him? Take his friends, his possessions, his love, and even, his life. Rusen wasn't supposed to be alive, he had died for the second time in his life in the Mori caverns of Menorcress, only this time he didn't just lose his parents, he lost his heart. That, so they say, is why he vanished one morning, no warning, not notice, who was he to tell, he had no one, one day he was just gone.

For a while, he roamed the land, truly free. He didn't think twice as he pocketed goods along the way, break into a home here or there, steal some things, hurt some people. He embraced his darkness, though not nearly to a level which may be called evil. Not yet at least. Throughout all this, there was one thing he didn't lose though. His code. He still, despite all that had happened, retained it. Never hurt a female, never watch a female get hurt and do nothing about it, never allow any pain to occur to a female if at all avoidable. His code which may seem chivalrous, so much less than it seemed. It was truly brought back to life when he watched as a woman was being mugged by a pathetic thug, no older than his own age. Rusen did terrible things to the man, needless to say he ended his life, once upon a time he would have simply used words to defuse the situation, now he turned to violence. Rusen truly had changed, yet a significant part of him remained.

He headed to the mountains, his druid training still grasping him in those days, his atonement to nature still strong, he sought to meditate, nothing more, what happened was so much more, so life changing. Taking shelter in a abandoned monastery of sorts, high up in the mountains during a snow storm, he looked around, realizing it must have been left by the last civilization, strange writing on the walls, and ancient architecture surrounding him. He found comfort in the monastery, the snow storm lasting for days, keeping him pent up. Running low on food, he put his skill in farming to work, making a makeshift farm to sustain him as long as he needed to be there. He began meditating, on who he was, why he was alive, where his loved one was, and most importantly, where was he when she died, and why didn't he stop it? It was a hard time for him, a darkening time to say the least.

After a long day of meditation, he began to get frustrated, deciding finally to explore the old ruins of the sanctuary. After close inspection, he happened upon a old crypt, three times as old as the building her self, yet seemingly made by a similar race. Moss covered stone, and cobble lined the tunnels, a block of Netherack every 30 feet or so, to keep things lit. The passage seemed endless, as if he had been traveling for hours, mesmerized by the seemingly endless tunnels, he kept venturing forward, what seemed like hours only taking a few minutes in reality. Three alters lay in the wide open space, each with them, a ceremonial sword placed. Almost Katanna in nature, yet less curved, the three blades each had their own alter, inscribed under them, a story of their uses. The Iron one, a short story, the Diamond one, a medium story, and finally, the ritual gold sword, encrusted with jewels, a large story of its use.

Under the Iron one lay these words. "Used to slay the filthy, the peasants and the worthless scum, this Iron blade was used for those not worthy. War criminals, slaves, and farmers took this blade merrily."

Under the diamond one lay these words. "The average man deserves a quick death, for those worthy of it this diamond blade gave them a swift and painful death. It was used on good citizens whom made a bad mistake, often times taken to war and used then, it was used for the most basic of people, not scum, but not worthy of gold, the true middle man of blades, clean and sharp, men took this sword with fear."

Under the gold lay these words. "The gold, only to be used in most dire of situations, only on the most supreme of opponents. To be used on those you respect, or utterly fear at that, to be used in sacrifice and in ritual, to draw blood. This blade is more sharp than many a blade, it shall never become dull as long as it is used to draw the blood of those worthy. This blade hides a curse behind it. Legend says, if you use this blade on those not worthy, judge them wrong and pick this sword to end their life, it will shatter in your hands, never to be seen again. Choose wisely whom deserves this as their end. Men ran when they saw this blade."

Rusen, confused now yet in awe, gathered the three blades and their sheathes, leaving the tunnels. Soon, he fashioned as large sheath, capable of holding three independent sheathes at once, balanced perfectly to his leg. Three ancient blades, the judges and the executioners, strapped to his leg as if they belonged there. The Iron one, on the bottom, to be used against those unworthy, the filth. The diamond in the middle, to be used on the average man. Finally, the gold on top, to be used on those he respects, or fears. For the first time in nearly 10 years, Rusen made a change to his code, he added these things in there, swearing a oath that he will follow their code. These blades changed Rusen, and with change comes pain.

No longer could he call himself Rusen, could he be called Rusen, a pseudonym was what he needed now, something to represent his change, something different. He decided on symbology, Red Moon, to represent the Red Moon branded upon his back, something he once cherished, but now hides. Triblade, to represent the three blades that will always be by his side, a code he swears to uphold. Red Moon Triblade. Rusen was different, so much different now, his emotions was next to nothing, his heart had already been taken and stomped on, stabbed and made useless, he embraced the darkness now, making his way ever so slowly back to Elandriel, where he needed to meet someone, someone he was told could help him embrace the pain, the darkness.

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