This is the story of a dark assassin, named Caedost. As his title suggests, he is a very skilled assassin, who does not pay much attention to morals, or to holiness. Some say he was a devil-spawn, others say he used to place trust in people, but no longer does so. The first is not true. Well, not yet. The second is true. He was betrayed by a close friend, and was almost killed. He closed his heart to all afterwards, and learned the art of the assassin to have his revenge on the traitor, with help from another friend. After doing so, the story spread like wildfire, and was hired for many assassinations, some evil, some good. The friend wanted to help Caedost, but Caedost told the friend that he had already closed off his heart for good, and would never trust anyone again. Although Caedost didn’t even trust his friend, he did not want harm to befall his friend. And so it was fortunate that he had the honor of killing their assassin, Dr. Naora. He was supposed to give surgery, but instead murdered his friend. Treating it with priority, he swiftly killed the doctor. He then saw a ghost of his friend, Jane Doe. He tried to talk to her, but she just kept saying “Dr. Naora”. Then he lost his temper, and released his dark arts into an attack on the building. The building was destroyed, and there was no rubble. He began to attack innocent people, and train others in the arcane arts. He trained 6 people, and in an attempt to test his own strength, He brought them to a boxing arena, at which he challenged them to a fight. They were all valiant fighters, but Caedost had become insane, and held nothing back, not afraid to exhaust his body of power through complex manipulation of darkness. He killed 5, and was exhausted as the last fighter casted a spell that exhausted the rest of his energy. The fighter knew he had not enough energy to kill Caedost, so he insted sealed him to the boxing arena room. Caedost found himself unable to escape the curse, so he made sure nobody would do something like this to him again. Dark minded people such as thieves that wished to become rogues, bandits, and even assassins came to him for training, but he never taught them how to master the arcane arts, until they were incredibly powerful. Since he was essentially the god of all the evil people, the tyrants, and tryanny in its purest essence, he called himself the “Dark Lord”. read more

As a supervisor of sorts for the Halloween event, I was watching all of the citizens of Victoria Island have fun. Going everywhere on the island, I saw nobody- or nothing- that could be of harm. While I was checking an alleyway, I heard shrieks behind me. I whirled around, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was an army of hundreds of monsters in Kerning city. There were, Jr. Balrogs, taurospears, tauromacis, Kargos and more monsters! I noticed one building in which all of the citizens had taken refuge. Outside, there was one warrior guarding the entrance. However, he was clearly ill suited for the task. I doubted he could even defeat one of them. He was stalling for help. I bolted to his aid, unsheathing my sword with such force that the sheath ripped, but it was to late. He was dead, and a Balrog walked into the building, careful not to alert its inhabitants. I jumped on the head of a Kargo, and jumped as far as I could, nearly parallel to the ground. Launching at the balrog, I cut of one of its wings. The wings was writhing, and flipping everywhere on the ground, but the balrog did not seem to be in pain or injured. The balrog attacked me, and I ducked to dodged. I threw my sword at his chest, and ran past him towards the door, and caught my sword as it came out of the balrog back. It was covered in black blood, but there was nothing I could do with so many monsters that needed to be slain, for I knew that no better help would come. as 4 monsters attacked me, I cried,” SLASH BLAST!”. The 4 monsters fell dead, and I felt slightly drained. Under my breath, I uttered,” Hyper body,” While I did so, a crimson balrog darted towards me. I didn’t have enough time to dodge or block, so I said, “Iron Wall!” A wall of my power came up and the balrog hit it. I took the moment that he was temporarily incapable of defending himself to sheath my sword within him. The other monsters seemed very much affected by the barong’s death. They all attacked me so quickly; I was barely fast enough to block all of their attacks. So, once again, I cried,” Slash blast!!” I killed the 5 monsters in front of me, and realized how much energy these attacks had taken from him. I need to use less energy. I then saw my comrade’s sword. I picked it up with my left hand, and began to duel all of the monsters with 2 swords. I managed to block with my left hand and attack with my right. I then killed 20 more of them, but I still needed to kill 70 more. Throwing myself at them, I realized how powerful I would be using skills and two swords. So I kept shouting slash blast at my enemies, until there was one left. He attacked me. I blocked, and then countered with power strike. I fainted from the exertion. I awoke in perion, their best healer could save me, but I could never fight again. So I was going to teach people the way of the twin blade, but I then saw an assassin kill an innocent person. So I imagined what it would be like if people like that had access to more power. I shuddered at the thought. So I went to the top of Perion, and declared to my students for what my name was: Sitting Bull, for I did not attack the enemies, but I waited for them to attack me, and I countered with the strength of a bull. However, People thought that meant I had great strength, but the sitting part of my name meant I had never bothered to refine my swordsmanship. Therefore, I changed it to “Dances with Balrog”, because that would show my swordsmanship is as elegant and refined as a dance, and that I can easily slay a balrog. read more