Maldran was born in the Fourth Age of War, in the Era 18921. His father was the wealthy owner of a potion shop ; his mother was a mighty priest of Necrontyr. He lived the normal life of an assassin-to-be, until at age 9 something happened.

That day, he was doing gymnastics and aiming exercises. He jumped around, using bars to continue his momentum as he threw shurikens in mid-air at targets. All was well, until he fell into a spiked pit.

Maldran would have been doomed. But then, somehow, he used Flash Jump.

Soon afterwards, he gained a 12-year scholarship at the Pyrithian Academy, said his farewells to his loved ones, and departed.

Eleven years later, he was to take his final test.

Maldran entered the simulation room, confident and full of energy. He stepped onto the holoprojector, and gave the word for his instructor to activate the simulation.

The world blurred and seemed to explode in bursts of colored light.

Then he was in a cave. The cave’s rock was a light blue, and scattered around were many pillars and arches, some ruined, some not. Scattered around also were a few green crystals, many engraved with strange runes. He grinned, prepared his magical box of shurikens, and invoked Dark Sight.

As he silently glided along, dodging the occasional ice geyser or falling rock, the Balrog appeared. Its wings were black and leathery, its feet hooved, its hands decorated by razor-sharp talons, and its head bore a pair of large horns and a pair of evil red eyes. The Balrog seemed to sit down for a moment ; then it suddenly sprung up and breathed a magical fireball at Maldran.

Caught by surprise but not helpless, Maldran Flash Jumped out of the way, dispelled his Dark Sight and threw a shuriken. The quality of it was poor ; but it was only to serve as a distraction. Instead, he ran a circle around the Balrog while dodging various fireballs or beams of red energy while launching volleys of missiles.

The shurikens all bounced off the Balrog’s hide.

Again surprised, he focused his mana into three shurikens which he then fused together to form an Avenger. He threw it with all his might at the Balrog.

It made a tiny scratch.

The Balrog roared in annoyance and opened its mouth to breath another fireball. Maldran, knowing the end was near, took a small lump of lead he had found in his pocket. He shrugged, and threw it at the Balrog.

It went right into the Balrog’s mouth.

And the fireball still came ; but the Balrog began choking, because the lead had gone into its windpipe. It clutched at its throat while emitting an ear-splitting shriek. Soon, it collapsed.

The world blurred and exploded with color once more as the simulation was dispersed.

Meanwhile, deep within the caves at El Nath, the lich Ergoth was animating corpses … to create an undead army.

The Shadow Lord Crull oversaw the operations, and he grinned with approval.

Pyrithia would be his.

The Shadow Weaver zoomed around the Webway, fueled by pure psychic energy. It pondered what it could do to relieve its boredom.

But unknown to the Weaver, a band of Eldar, cloaked by psionic energy, was following it.

The Weaver stopped to gaze at a mesmerizing illusionary ruby that was floating in the strange dimension.

An Eldar Exarch uncloaked as it raised its sword for the killing blow.

The Keeper trotted contentedly around the Grove, humming a strange tune. The Tree was strong, and that was all that mattered. She laughed, and the Tree mentally seemed to laugh in response. Walking over to her scrying glass, she chanted a brief spell that changed the glass into a window to another dimension.

First she summoned an image of Perion. The mountains were still cloudy, the warriors were still drinking. At Ellinia, the faeries were sleeping, the mages studying their massive tomes of power. In Kerning, everything was quiet, and no corpses in back alleys were to be found. In Henesys, Helena practiced in her personal archery range as the rest of the city slumbered. At Lith Harbor, fishermen continued to babble to children about their “great fishing adventures.” On Maple Island, children wandered aimlessly simply because they were bored. In Orbis, the city’s Sky Stone remained operational. All was well.

But now, she was bored.

The CEO floated in the emptiness surrounding Pyrithia, amazed at what his fecal matter had become. He continued to gaze wonderingly at the planet, until his cellphone began to recieve thousands of misdirected calls from Pyrithians.

He deactivated the cellphone, and began to float towards another shiny star.

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