Darkness in the realm has fallen.
Sounds of the undead are calling
Swords clash as amor breaks
Warriors die as the ground shakes.
Sorcerers stand in the back ready to cast
Against the barbarians they don't last.
Blindness casted upon the masses.
Stopping a barbarians bashes.
Blood and guts soak the street
Dead bodies under our feet.
A stake to the heart....
A soul ripped apart.
A stealthed figured, a dagger in the back.
The world spins, and starts to turn black.
An Alchemist cursing the masses.
All around the sound of sword clashes.
The demon feeding off those that fell
Sending their souls straight to hell.
The bishops stand in fear
At the evil unleashed so near.
A telepath hunts for a mind.
The weakest he can find.
This is the fight, the battle for all.
None shall flee, only die where they fall.
Honor guides our blade
Till the nights darkness does fade.
The light is coming, it is almost near.
Gather loot from those fallen so near.
The battle has gone well.
Very few of our kind has fell.
Back to the strongehold we head.
We follow our Commodore as we are lead.
Was the battle a victory or a loss
It does not matter, for we're not the boss.
We had come, and we are gone.
All those left, are buried under the lawn.
Blood and death and terror around.
A fighters limitations unbound.
A battle for life, A goal in sight.
We win, we lose, yet still we fight.
Days of loss, months of glory.
The scribes will write our story.
Our strength and power forever told.
Weapons warm with blood grown cold.
Our Lord and leader we abide.
For we are honorbound with pride.
Untold hardships we shall face.
But never turn our back with disgrace.
In the darkness we fight, as we've sworn
It's the very reason that we're born.
We fight for what is true.
Someday it will be you.
Shine the armor, sharpen the blade.
Today to rest you be laid.
We are a force of darkness forever told.
We welcome those worthy and bold.
If Darkness is in your heart.
Join us and do your part.
It was Darum and I fighting head to head with Ahrimans follwers, Marley and Technique. Getting intese within seconds of fighting, everyone was gouged and was fighting blindly swinging and thrusting about. Assasin's fighting assasins the outcome can be anyones game, but I had Darum not an assasin, but an assasin of wit and magics. Darum attempted to curse them and prevent them from running, while using his unmatchable power of wind coming right off the tips of his blades slashing deep cuts into the enemys. I myself was circleing about the blinded enemy when I was not gouged. Marley and Technique were first to escape, shortly after we retreated back to the Great hall of D'sarian. These battles seemed endless with no real victor or kill, the only victor were the last ones defending the market square. It was not long till The Tainted shield no longer showed there faces at market square. "It seems we have won this battle.." Claimed Drizzt. "Perhaps not.." Replied Darum with a insecure look in his eyes. Seconds later in came Marley and Technique knockin me unconsious while Darum was left to battle alone. Speaking to Darum through other means using the skills given to me through intense training on becomming a D'sarian soldier, me and darum spoke while I was unconsious..."Are you there Darum?" I asked. "Yes." Spoke Darum. "Are you alright? Can you assist me?" "I am badly wounded, Im being accompinied by a medic as we speak, I will be there as soon as I can, Sorry brother." "I understand." I said while I was awoken to the painfull dagger stabbed into my back. "Ahhh!" I threw my fists of fury towards the face of marley gouging him, and leaving technique in a daze. I retread quickly to the hall, and seeked a medic. After being fully recovered Darum and I continued to head back to market square to claim what is ours. "We destroyed this town, so it makes it ours, If you have a problem with that then show yourself!" We shouted. Marley and Technique surely came out thinking we were full of ourselves, but we were more prepared then ever, I stabbed my dagger deep into the back of Technique causing him to cry in pain, while simotaniously at the same time Darum threw Slashs of Wind at him searing his body and disinigrating skin. Technique ran quickly badly wounded, Marley blinded at this moment, thrusted his dagger towards me to defend himself. We continued to battle Marley while attempting to curse and web our opponent so we could claim a kill in the name of D'sar, sadly Marley got away due to the lack of power left in Darums spells. We remained at Market square to see if they would come back to continue. They did not, they seek'd bunkering for it was gettting to dark out for the citizens of kjeldoran, darkness means the vampires own the realms, and you get killed. Not so true, but if we desired to do so, it would happen. Everyone indoors now me and Darum ventured through slaying everything we could in Kjeldoran leaving nothing but a dry corpse. We claim this battle and sacrifice in the name of Darkstar.
Our power is growing, the force of D'sar has never been so powerfull before. The blood in out veins, everyone in the brood can feel this, almost like an adrenaline rush before battle. The days are becomming darker, We as D'sari soldiers are proud to represent the Lord Darkstar. Soon, Darkstar will be able to have his presence within the mortal realms to see us rid of all living beings. We grow closer every beckoning night. Drizzt is becomming stronger and wiser so quickly. The lead rankings of the D'sar are ready to take command and rid the Kjeldoran streets of the Living, LONG REMAIN THE UNDEAD.
Day 1:
Today I was given 20 soldiers to take with me on a quest to collect more equipment for the clan to hand out to new pledges on there day of joining ceremony. We leave at first darkening of the eve. I hope we come back with enough equipment and items to make Darkstar and Kurgan proud, while proving my rank. Tonight me and my soldiers will make camp far east by the Docks to ambush any incomming shipments into Kjeldoran.
Day 2:
No shipments came in, but we did get attacked by some local thugs and they were eliminated. There equipment was pittiful so I tossed there rusty corpses below the docks not to leave a trail. Camp site already picked up and packed away we headed north towards the Slasher Retreat. The moment I walked foot into that area I could smell the blood and almost hear the endless hours of battling here in my head. I continued searching the area stealing keys from random people who were there trying to find richs. I regained the troops and headed toward the room of the Nosferatu. I was not sure if I had enough soldiers to deafeat this beast, I would like to offer it a deal, but like us we don't accept them. Nosferatu would more then likely kill 4 of my men instantly for being so unprepared. Meanwhile waiting for the troops to come together I looked around the area to find some items from rival clan near by, I could only but wonder if they were still here. I stopped the attack and set camp once more and hid in another room waiting to see if the camp site would get ambushed. We waited all night.....
Day 3:
No one came last night, I should of got it over with last night, Im only delaying my return. I hope no one comes to look for me, it would be very embarassing. I handed out rations to the troops one last time before we attempted to slay this beast and head back for more troops and rations. I am ready for battle, We slay the Nosferatu now...Let's go.....It seemed forever but we had finally slayed the dreadfull Nosferatu and had collected a golden shard and some usefull equipment. We shall head back to kjeldoran and make it back by nightfall.
Day 4:
On our way back we were attacked by a few unknown enemys dressed in black, we have lost 3 soldiers so far, 2 died at the Nosferatu and one at this last ambush. What is going on Im wondering....we must continue back and seek info. Entering Kjeldoran I noticed it was very quiet, a little too quiet....Before I knew it I could hear the footsteps of 40 men, and they started screaming almost chanting a wicked sound. It was a Rivalry enemy The ninth Circle, Me and my troops tried fighting them off but we were too little of a group, I grabbed who I could and retreated to the Sick bay of the D'sar Hall. Having only four soldiers left after being ambushed by the Ninth circle I am glad that we are still alive....I had the distinct feeling I was being watched these past days, I do not know by whom...I have brought back more then enough equipment to replace the soldiers I have lost. Very tired now I got some rest amongts the remaining souls of my troop. I didn't have enough soldiers, I should not have traveled so far......There is nothing I can do about it now....
Day 5:
Waking up to a friendly face, Darum was in my quarters reading his alchemy books. I snuck up to him and pulled the chair right from under him. Using a small piece of marble Darum quickly conjured a chair with the twitch of his hand, closing his book he said "Your getting slow." with a slight chuckle, "I lost 17 soldiers" I said queitly, causing darum to fall off his chair. "How?" he asked. "I will inform everyone at the Grand hall this eve.". We left my quarters entering the Grand Hall where everyone was awaiting my arrival, I told them what happened and unloaded my loot. We deliberated for hours.....Im awaiting for more orders from Kurgan and D'sar, I feel ashamed not being able to conqour market square myself. "I will avenge ye who have fallen under my command, May death be painless to those of the satanist, May D'sar not have mercy on the flesh of your skin and you shall perish in his presence!
~Drizzt
Nazira.....Barbarian satanist of the cult, "The ninth circle". As most barbarians are most skilled in the art of stunning and beating the living shit out of there opponents. We battled fiercely while my brother Darum sat on the side watching the magnitude of clashing between our blades. Gouging the opponent in the eyes, a strategic move but dirty, I succeded in blinding him for a few minutes. Making him cower and run a few times because of it, I thought of a different strategy, one that could include my brother. Not a very highly skilled barbarian this Nazira is....I matched his brute force with the blunt edge of the hilt of my dagger, knocking him unconcious for hours. Calling forth my brother, he used his power of alchemy cursing Nazira to his satanic hall to cower, and casting a very thick web uppon him so he could not move. Also using his magic to blind him for a few hours more. I lunged my blade into his heart twisting while circling him trying to escape the fury of his mighty blade. Darum to my side casting his magics that enhances his blades to slash the enemy with the wind, most impressive of magics, I have taken a better liking to my brother Darum. The battle was wearing down, power slipping from Nazira's grasp, he had fallen dead with the final thrust of my daggers into his throat swinging out causing a mass blood loss amount. Nazira lied dead in a puddle of blood at my feet, looking to Darum to see if he needed aid. We were both fine, looting the body of any goods, carving the name of D'sar into his corpse to leave a reminder, those who are not D'sari will perish. Another Victorious day for a D'sar. ~Drizzt 'Do Urden.