The Path of Redemption Begins

[Braxis 813]

*The War Cleric lays down in his bed in the Clerical Order house with the few cleric left alive. And the small amount of Pupils and Paladins left. He shuffles in his bed and growls to himself as his mind is torn asunder by his nightmares of the past and fake future. He turns as his minds begins to go numb...*

The Image of A War Cleric in his mixed garbs of Plate and Cloth robbed stands in resistance of something not seen yet. Standing tall with a Sword resting at his front both hands at the pommel

The War Clerics Gaze turns to something a shadowy figure growing in the distance. The War Cleric Raises his blade in self defense ready to face what it so come. He watches as the figure grows bigger as it comes closer and raises his blade and reaches for his warstaff on his back and slowly takes it out staff in one hand Short Sword in the other. He sees the shadow Grow to the size of an Orc and the arms turn into blades and it gives a soul rattling shriek

The War Cleric Slams his warstaff onto the Ground the bottem of the staff making a loud noise as it hits light emits from the top. And he readies his blade and shouts

"You haunt over dreams of the one who saved you.. You destroyed our homes... I granted you a Swift death... Yet you want unholy Vengance?"

The Shadow gives out a blood curdling roars and rubs it foot on the ground as if it was a bull readying to charge. The War Cleric sighs and grumbles "Why are my Nightmares full of dread?"

The War Cleric sprints after the Shadow of the past as it charges him. And goes to slashes at its legs the blade phasing through the shadows leg causing no harm. The War Cleric Grunts as it does nothing and turns to look in front of him to see the Sword like arm coming at him. He watches as it slams into him sending him away from the Shadow landing hard his blade and warstaff flying in the air and vanish from sight.

He grunts as he grabs his side and stands one of his arms waving lay at his side. And watches as the Shadow charges at him once again. The War Cleric Staggers to his feet and mutters "Patrons of the Light...Give me Strength to Daze your foes.." With the words spoken light forms around the War Clerics Metal Gauntlet and it forms he grunts as he lifts his hand to face the Shadow light still forming in his palm. The Shadow its a few steps away as the War Cleric shouts as the light in his hand explodes giving out a blinding light to the shadow.

The war Cleric stands fully and realses his side and grunts shaking the effects from the Basic War Cleric spell. He looks to the Shadow now staggering itself then looks to one of its arms half of it gone. And he mutters to himself "How could I not know...? Light Vanished Shadows.."

The War Cleric Stands and opens his palm and beings to chant "Light Give me Strenght to weild thy might!" With the words spoken a orb of light slowly appears the size of a marble. the War Cleric Chants again "Light give me strength to wield thy might!" The Orb grow into a size bigger then a modern day Baseball and points it at the Shadow. The Shadow Shreiks again as it charges once more. The War Cleric Grunts as he throws the Orb at the Shadow a trail of light following the Orb. And watches as it hits the shadows arm the arm now fully fading away. The Shadow staggers once more and its eyes turn red the Shadow now enraged. The War Cleric Grunts as he once again does the process to make another Orb. Knowing he can only make a few more if he is to miss. He lashes out with the Orb gripped and snarls as the Enraged Shadow Charges and the orb slowly grows into a Blade of Pure light, a shape of the War Cleric Battle Magic, Hoping this blade can do more damage then a regular blade, or a plain orb.

He Charges the Shadow as it charges him gripping the blade of light. As the shadow stands stall and raises it arm to strike down the War Cleric in its slow moving pace. The War Cleric waves his Sword in the Air and strikes at the Shadows Leg. Watching the blade rend the leg as it passes through the light burning the Shadow. He continues to run past the Shadow now not wishing to get strucken again. He turns a semi safe distance away as he sees the Leg is now gone the shadow on one knee shrieking in defeat.

The War Cleric runs to the Shadows back and raises to strike at the Shadow once more. He aims the Blade of light at the Shadows neck and slams it into the shadow hearing the Soul rattling shriek once again. The War Cleric lets go as he watches the shadow burn in Holy Fire and Grunts. Then looks down to see a puddle and his own reflection. He sees his mask that has haunted him for years is gone, and his armor beaten his deep light blue eyes showing with his light brown hair and ever lasting 5'o clock shadow and his Half Elven ears. He grunts as he sees his Braxis himself not even remembering what his own face had look like for many years.He then walks over to the Shadows Remains and picks up the blade and sees the Symbol of his Patron, Aerial and grunts.

The War Cleric wakes up from his Twisted Dream. For once he was able to be beat part of the shadows that have haunted him for many years with the spells he has known since Asulons beginning. He sighs in releif and mutters to himself as he Grabs his Clerical staff "The Path of Redemption has begun.."

[[Note, none of this happened in Game, this is just Forum rp of my Char. Defeating the own demons and shadows of guilt and rage that his mind has made in his dreams to punish himself. With part of it defeated he will be more active and will be seen alot more ingame now]]

[Aryon 679]

[ Amazing thread, was a really nice read. ]

[TEEbrown 348]

[Damn, he must be old by now. Either way, good read. :P]

[Braxis 813]

[Damn, he must be old by now. Either way, good read. :P]

[[Would explain why he talks to himself xP, Have to recaculate his actual age before I fully redo his skin again etc.]]

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.