A.R.R. PART II
The story continues...
Darkfyre awoke to the usual sight and stench of the cot and hovel once occupied by a one Crogk goblinfurre. Dreary. It had been an entire month already, since his official indoctrination into the Horned Frog Thaumaturgica. He'd learned of their drowfurre worship, their love of necromancy, and of their love for their swamp, the waters of which were insanely acidic. Only they and the native creatures seemed immune to the watery burning death, as so many goblinfurre aptly named it. But the best was the freedom. Never was he given such free reign at his home, nor the rookery where his blood brethren taught him their forms of druidry and other magick. Not only could he work either craft here uninhibited, but he was praised for learning to blend them. He was called De'Shanz, the Blackening Druid. Yet for all this having passed, something still felt wrong this day. He couldn't find an answer, and so thus turned to his father's momento, a fist sized black diamond. Situating himself upright in his cot- the lazy bum!- he took a deep breath, and recited the scrying incantation. The diamond pulsed wickedly once, moving up Darkfyre's arms and throughout his being. An electric tug pulled his kind's eye into the diamond...only to see the reason for his unease standing behind his immobile body. "Drowfurre..." slipped out just as the wicked elven blade burst through Darkfyre's chest in a shower of electricity and blood. And the great Blackening Druid closed his eyes... only to meet the onrushing figure of his long deceased father. Dumbfounded, Darkfyre managed a gurgled "Faa-!" before being swept up by...and into his father. The corpse of Darkfyre thus cracked like a whip hit with a bolt of lightning, and the secreted phylactery of his father shot out and into Darkfyre's left eye, suddenly alight with multihued evil energies. The corpse was no longer just a corpse, and it was standing. The drowfurren ranger readied both long and short blades, held easily before him in a cross fashion block as he began encircling the outright smiling if not insane Darkfyre. Who then exploded into motion: Arms held slightly out to the sides suddenly pincer up and forth, distance covered though by no discernable movement, Darkfyre's body merely seemed to have blinked. The drowfurre's swords took the force of the blow from Darkfyre's mad attack...or so he thought. Eyes widening as he took notice that his swords were mangled in his hands, and that he'd likely have heen sent sailing had Darkfyre not grabbed the weapons. And twas then both swords popped loudly once, and the drowfurre knew an instant of the most intense pain...then crumbled to dust, as Darkfyre leeched his life force out and into his own body. But as darkness again took him, it was his father's laughter he heard die in his throat, not his...
This concludes part two! :) Its slower, but picks up again!