Odric left Verina's mansion early the next morning. The sky was overcast with threat of rain later in the day as Odric continued his journey to his old home in a Fringe village cemetery. Once again Odric trudged up the slope past the graves, sepulchers, and mausoleums remained as they always had, monuments holding in time and memories. Odric soon arrived at his destination, his disheveled house. The debris lay strewn around the land in a chaotic display but one spot lay barren, the spot the ritual had taken place that ended him and his family and began his unlife. The space was void of anything but barren land but Odric could clearly remember the magic runes and cries of his family that night. Odric clenched his fist in anger at his own weakness and inability to protect his family.
If only I was strong enough at that time
The overwhelming feeling of uselessness permeated Odric's being. While brooding over his pain, a figure reveled himself from behind a large gravestone. The man sported a rough, scraggy beard on a lean, athletic face. The man wore a full leather battle armor with a wolf kilt around his waist and he held a viscous hooked longsword.
Are you Odric Malfegor?
Odric turned towards the man while shouldering his sword, Requiem.
And what if I am?
The man crouched into a fighting position
My contractor gave me only one objective; Die!
If only I was strong enough at that time
The overwhelming feeling of uselessness permeated Odric's being. While brooding over his pain, a figure reveled himself from behind a large gravestone. The man sported a rough, scraggy beard on a lean, athletic face. The man wore a full leather battle armor with a wolf kilt around his waist and he held a viscous hooked longsword.
Are you Odric Malfegor?
Odric turned towards the man while shouldering his sword, Requiem.
And what if I am?
The man crouched into a fighting position
My contractor gave me only one objective; Die!