Jensen had fended off countless undead in the wake of being lost to the blizzard, unable to deduce where he had gone and where his companions had gone. Curious, he ventured forward blindly with the winter keeping his vision full of white and unable to tell when a skeleton's attack had come for him. With ease he slayed the undead to come, but it was almost all met with narrow dodges and blocks as he had no vision that could pierce the winter aside from viewing the monsters ahead. Dashing with blade in hand, he felt a dark presence wash over him, beckoning him to answer it. All of a sudden, he knocked into a ferocious beast, something full of darkness and with a very prominent heart symbol on its chest. From its body the heads of several shadows were attached and his face was of grotesque structure. Manacles wrapped around his wrists, and chains dangled from them, broken and separated. In his right hand was a massive cleaver, and his eyes were a piercing purple-and-white. Looking down at Jensen, he knew it could only be one thing - a Draugir. Bringing up its cleaver, Jensen rolled to the side to narrowly dodge it, sending an Igni projectile towards its face and disorienting it with the fire momentarily. He stood up, panicking because he was not prepared to face a Draugir at all. He had not the tools nor the traps to face it.
The Draugir swung his blade horizontally, provoking Jensen to duck as he hastily brought it back to the hunter. "God damn, abomination! Nic! Nic! Where are you!"
Slashing at the Draugir's chest, he had brain-stormed that the heartless heads would be weak points, as if they were outer hearts on display for the hunter. Using very precise movements, he rolled side to side to avoid the Draugir's vicious attacks. When the opportunity presented itself, Geoff plucked one of the heads, watching it pop into a shadowy mist. The Draugir let out a low grumble, signalling that it had felt the pain from the attack which also meant the weakness was real. Jensen plucked a few more heads, watching the Draugir decrease in size every two or three heads he removed. Spinning his blade, the hunter slashed vertically up the Draugir's throat and watched a bright purple fluid spew out. The darkness entangling its body released itself, and the true Draugir appeared. Gripping Jensen by the head, it grew in size back to what it was and slammed the hunter onto the ground. Disoriented, he had thought all was lost as the beast brought up its blade, but all of a sudden a bright flash washed over the land, and the Draugir was gone. His skin was burned all over, but only minorly. It was a cleric, a true cleric that was now in his presence...but he didn't expect he would succumb to a cleric's power. "Get up, boy."
Jensen shifted to an up-right position but maintained a seat on the snow-masked ground. Looking ahead, he was set aback by the cleric that stood before him with glowing eyes. "Oh...oh...No. You're - you're a cleric of Eisuundar!"
The cleric nodded, tightly gripping his dagger tightly as the runes upon his weaponry had radiated with light. "I am Phaeron. Yes, I am a Cleric of Eisuundar, but I just watched an unholy heathen fight off a Draugir. You used the Igni magic, no? Are you a cleric too?"
Jensen nodded, but before he could speak Phaeron continued forth. "It is very important I slay the demons that plague this land, and I did exactly what I had to do. But my magic could not combat the darkness that controlled that Draugir, and now I must find the true source of corruption plaguing the village nearby. I will grant you redemption, as long as you tell me why my holy powers affected you."
Jensen stood, sheathing his blade as he kept an eye on the defensive cleric. "I sense the monsters too, I use a medallion for I am a member of the Monster Hunter Guild of La Cite' de la Cloches. I recently ended my crusade to find the extensions of the guild in favor of traveling with a Paladin by the name of Sir Nicholas. I am a were-wolf, but I am trying to learn how to harness and control it."
the cleric before him had stood in silence for quite some time, trying to deduce what to do with the poor sod. "I will grant you a chance at redemption, but you will fail to achieve it. You may some day fancy yourself a Wolf-Cleric, but today is not that day. If you truly wish to have my allowance of passage, then come help me."
Jensen nodded, following the Cleric through the blizzard, whom used a magical light to keep his presence known. As the undead would try to attack them, the power of light within Phaeron would cause them to crumble.
Looking in awe, Jensen had hoped to learn this fatal style, the magic that the cleric held, but he feared his corruption would prevent him from doing so. They came upon a great source of evil, and his medallion rumbled with great fury, the cleric looking left and right before casting a cyan-colored aura upon the cave's entrance. A red field was revealed, the cleric sending a bolt of the same colored energy into the field, dispelling it as the two traveled further. "The evil lurks ahead, I assume it is a Draugir King, so I will have to rebuke them. What you see is not a respectable method, it is frowned upon even by myself and I hate having to resort to it. But whatever you do, I know your kind cannot control the beast inside. Don't do it." Yeah, if it was only that easy.
The two walked ahead, and Phaeron's fears were confirmed. In the center of the room, a massive beast rested (This
) that held no weapon but next to it was a grotesque shaman (This
) that held a staff that held darkness in its skulls and in his other hand a mace of many spikes. The shaman chuckled with a high pitch, mocking the two who entered, but the beasts being manipulated weren't even Draugir...it was the Feared. Ten of them at least, and Phaeron rose his dagger in the air, banishing half of the Feared with a massive flash of light that blinded even Jensen. But the actual magic was directed forward, not affecting the Wolf-Cleric. The Feared who succumbed to the turning had slowly died and became clouds of darkness that quickly dissipated. The Feared moved forward, and Phaeron replaced his dagger with his mystical sword and shield. Rushing forward, the Shaman summoned a circle of darkness that blocked Phaeron's access to the two.
Jensen unsheathed his Wolfsbane, dashing at the feared as he drop-kicked it with great might to the ground, bringing his sword up and then casting it into the zombie's chest in order to slay it. Swiping his blade across the Feared that attacked him, he would knock them away and continue to hack away at their bodies, watching their limbs remove and then become replaced or wounds sealing up with haste. Another wave of holy came about, this time Jensen unaffected by it but the Feared suddenly stopping their attacks and redirecting the attention of their hostility to the Shaman and the Draugir King. The Feared continued to lift the Shaman who was unable to maintain the controlling magics and the powerful barrier against light, tearing the shaman apart as his limbs and blood spewed everywhere. Ichor blanketed the ground, and his head was tossed to Phaeron who let it sink into his blade's tip, mounting it. Jensen watched the barrier drop, casting an Igni spell to catch the Draugir King's attention. "No! Don't!"
the Draugir King was already upon Jensen, batting him away into the wall. The wall was caved in by this, and Jensen was knocked unconscious. Screams, roars, flashes, they all appeared as nothing but sounds and colors to the hunter. Dozing off, he didn't realize what was happening around him. Rumble, rumble, rumble. Awakened by the tremors of the cave, he snapped his eyes open and saw blood everywhere. Chips out of the ground, pools of blood littering the room, and a blade stabbed into the ground with a shield propped up against it. A magical circle protected it from the darkness of beings like the Draugir King, which led him to wonder where the two went. looking to his left, he noticed a passage that was not present before the Draugir King knocked him out, and he traversed through it."Phaeron! Phaeron! Oh bugger..."
Eventually he came to another room, the floor covered entirely in blood and symbols of demonic nature masking the walls. On a crucific, properly position rested Phaeron, the lower half of his torso torn out from him but a cyan glow coming from where his heart should be. Blood pooled from Phaeron still, and his head hung with his eyes looking into the distance. Stumbling back in fear, Jensen had wondered where the Feared rested and where the Draugir King had gone. "There is nothing you can do now...I shall bring the undead upon those who wish to combat the nature of this land and they will be consumed. I'm already gone, and this cleric was nothing but fodder!"
Jensen drudged his feet through the blood, placing his hand on Phaeron's chest and the cyan glow becoming a secreted aura that the hunter absorbed. Flashes of memories ran through his head, and he realized that he was given the answer to the question he needed most: what would it take to control the dark side? He had the answer, and now he regained some confidence. Sheathing his Wolfsbane, he returned to the room where Phaeron's sword and shield rested. Arming himself with a shield and gripping the blade, he felt more memories seep into his mind and all of a sudden his eyes turned from gold to cyan. Exiting the cave, he saw a shadow in the distance. Stopping the beast from heading to his friends, he noticed the weaker undead surrounding him. Lifting up the sword and shield, a sphere of energy surrounded him as the undead crumbled around him. The massive beast turned towards him, smiling devilishly. "Ah....So I see you have a new-found confidence. Show me, cleric. Show me that you can achieve vengeance."
Jensen closed his eyes, and all of a sudden, his bones began twisting, his muscles tightening and bending. His body had taken several grotesque positions before completing a human form of what Jensen has been trying to achieve. "I will kill you, because I am Sir Jensen the Wolf-Cleric."
Roaring, the Draugir King had buckled to the holy energies of the Wolf-Cleric who walked up, empowering his blade with a cyan energy. "And I am no longer an abomination....nor simply a ranger. I am a true cleric, for I have been gifted the will of Phaeron. Die, true abomination."
he swiped the blade through the Draugir King's neck, decapitating him and releasing the lands from the evil that the beast cast. The monster dissipated into nothing, leaving a red sphere on the ground. Sheathing the blade into the sheidl's scabbard, he lifted up the sphere and placed it in one of his pouches. It had no effect, but a good examination would help greatly. Walking forward, he had taken slow steps as he realized what had happened - he had reached the goal that no other being in his home village ever believed he would achieve. He became something of good, of light. A were-wolf that wasn't mindless, a were-wolf of power and righteousness. A respectable wolf. Traversing through the storm, he came upon a group of adventurers fending off the elements of the mountain, realizing that among them was Sir Nic himself. Smiling, his new-found low voice boom heavily. "Sir Nicholas....I've found you."
--Temp Controlled Form