By gandalfthegrey502
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
| Dawn crept over the bleak gray mountains and
settled on Adredian, the last human city in Nosgoth. In one of the
bedrooms in the battlements of the fortified city, Crephelis slept soundly.
He began to rouse when the creeping rays of light hit his face, and soon
he was awake. He quietly thought of the day that lay before him and
then got out of bed to begin his morning chores. As he walked into
the living room his mother greeted him.
“Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?” “Just fine mother. I was wondering, after I finished my chores, do you mind if I go to the library?” “That’s ok with me as long as everything is finished.” He hurriedly finished his breakfast and chores and scurried out the door. Little did his mother know, he didn’t plan to go to the library, but was instead going to explore the sewers. Silently, he ran down to the edge of the open sewer. When he had made sure that no one was looking, he dove down into the water and started to swim down the right pipe. He knew exactly where this lead, and was soon in the familiar chamber where he had spent many an hour, sitting and thinking. Today would be no different he thought. He surfaced and climbed up to his usual spot on a floating block. He laid his head down to rest, but before he could, he noticed something different today. There was a crack in the wall above him. It must have just appeared. This excited Crephelis for above the wall was a tunnel leading to somewhere, where he did not know, that he had never been able to reach before. He stood up and put his foot in the newly formed crack. With that foot he catapulted himself onto the upper ledge and stared around in awe as he began his trek down the tunnel. He walked along and came to a garden room filled with dead plants. Also in the middle of the room was a fountain that had long since ceased to spout water. Behind the fountain in the center of things, was a bench. Much to Crephelis’ surprise there was an object on the bench, a book in fact. He scurried over to the book and picked it up with his hands. In hand-written lettering on the cover was The History of the Sarafan. Crephelis opened the ancient tome and blew away the cobwebs; he then began to read. “The noble brotherhood of Sarafan priests has existed for many centuries. In these many years their purpose has been to wipe from the face of Nosgoth the vampiric scourge that infests this land. The Sarafan were founded because the Oracle of Nosgoth foretold that the vampire plague would soon engulf our world and many humans knew that they must be the ones to stop this onslaught of the undead. This message was proved to be true when one such vampire, Kain, ruthlessly slaughtered our most celebrated of kings William the Just. With the help of the Oracle and Time-streamer Moebius, the Sarafan mercilessly brought about the near end of the vampiric plague, but it was not to be at that point in time. Kain, who was the last surviving vampire, killed Moebius and almost destroyed the Sarafan order. For nearly 200 years Kain ruled without mercy, bringing about destruction upon all humankind. Little did he know that while he ruled with an iron-fist, the righteous brotherhood of Sarafan were preparing to strike him down and take Nosgoth back. In the year of Balance the murder and usurper to the throne of Nosgoth, Kain, was defeated by the mighty Sarafan Lord. Having defeated the vampire, the noble Sarafan Lord took control of Nosgoth and remains ruler to this day. The Sarafan continue to hunt vampires all across Nosgoth, and some day in the near future, this plague will be entirely eradicated from this world.” Crephelis put down the book. He was blown away by the contents that were within these bindings. The city had always lived in fear of the vampires and was constantly losing people to the growing number of vampires around. He himself had always feared the vampires. Yet, he had never known that there had been such a human resistance, to actually threaten the existence of vampires. He would have to show his mother. He put the book into his bag and made his way for home. When he arrived home he found that no one was there. Silently, he waited for someone to arrive home, so that he could share his newfound discovery. For hour upon hour he waited until at last he heard a knocking at the door. “Mom, Mom, guess what I…” He opened the door and was surprised to see that it was not his mother, but the guard of the city gates. “Are you Crephelis?” the guard asked. “Yes sir, I am. What is it you want? Do you know where my mother is?” “Son, I’m sorry. Your mother was killed this morning. A Melchiam attacked her and she died before we could kill it.” Crephelis sank to the floor and began to weep. “Are you going to be okay son? Do you want me to stay here with you tonight?” “No, No, No. Just go away.” The guard bowed his head and ducked out the door. As the door shut a shadow crept over Crephelis. He decided what he was going to do. They had killed his mother and father and now, they were going to pay dearly for it.
Chapter 2
Crephelis went to his parents’ bedroom and
opened the grate to the basement. He crept down the rickety ladder
until he got to the bottom. In the basement now, he headed over to
a giant wooden trunk and took the bolt lock off of it. Inside was
all of his father’s military equipment. It consisted of a shield,
a sword, and a full suit of armor. He first took the shield and the
breastplate and he painted them with the symbol that adorned the front
of The History of the Sarafan. After it had dried he carried all
the gear up into his bedroom and began to dress himself in it. He
decided to leave the gauntlets and boot behind because they were too heavy
for him. Fully armored and armed, he packed himself a small knapsack
of food and waited for night to arrive.
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