Lapistia

James Odd. Scene One. Guided by the Almighty, a Knight of Black Eclipse leaves the Castle behind. Monstrous spires pierce the night sky in many places. On the warrior's stern face is an expression of barely restrained righteous anger. In the corner of his eye, a tiny tear for fallen comrades. His hair flutters in the wind. A huge white steed in armor with holy symbols carries the young man to the place of his destiny. Scene Two. The young hero on horseback rushes through the gates. He moves so fast that not a drop of blood touches his sword, and a dozen ugly, hunchbacked Elulu-Suen are already hacked to death and scattered chaotically across the courtyard. There is no doubt that the knight will not stop until he penetrates into the heart of this palace and beheads the hydra of the insidious cult. Scene Three. The divine avenger was knocked off his horse, but destroying him proved difficult. An horde of countless degenerate warriors of the Elulu-Suen surrounded the fallen one and wants to draw his blood, but encounters unexpected resistance from a group of former compatriots. A detachment of valiant tall swordsmen, standing out favorably against the background of the main rabble in the form of mutant Suens, takes up a defensive formation and repels all attacks of these miserable rats, while the hero himself, slightly stunned, tries to catch his breath. Scene Four. Revived with strength, the combined forces of the knight and swordsmen crush the pitiful resistance of the Elulu-Suen. Heroes trample three dwarves with one iron boot each, and the hero, with a suffering and noble face, drives his blade into the heart of one guard, while holding the neck of his long-dead comrade with his other hand, using this body as cover from the blows of the rest of the horde. Scene Five. All the highest circle of the Elulu-Suen hang by their necks in loops thrown over a beam in the meeting hall. Around is darkness, blood, operating tables with women, old men, and children, cages for slaves, shackles, and whips. But all this filth is instantly incinerated by light that breaks into the hall from the window opened by the young knight and the leader of the swordsmen. Both heroes stand on opposite sides of the window, where the sun at its zenith and a clear blue sky are visible, and shake hands. In the distance, on the horizon, there are hills of a wonderful country, which all these talented, beautiful, strong, and just people are ready to build with their own hands. Barely discernible to the eye, in the corner of the sky, part of the smiling face of the Almighty appears, pleased with such good work. - Nonsense," said the Knight, shaking his head. "But you know better." - For you - yes. But not for future generations who want to know their history. Small free interpretations here and there do not change the essence, but express intention and emphasize the message we want to convey. James Odd simply shrugged. His painfully pale face showed neither interest nor boredom, nor any other emotions. The speaker's name was Thornag Bal; he put down the textbook-like booklet on modern history with illustrations and stared intently at James with his icy gaze. - If that's all you came for, please leave my chambers. As you can see, I have a long way to go. Thornag clicked his tongue and muttered something under his breath. - Will you always remain yourself until the very end? There is no need to distort your stupid face. Relax. Your attitude will not contribute to success. - I am not distorting anything, as you well know. As for my mood, I am extremely focused. Nothing will distract me. - Well... It's nice to hear. Thornag spoke sincerely; he was the only one of James's "comrades" whom could be called close. He alone came to accompany the warrior on his departure. - I understand that you are showing your concern for my well-being in your own way," said James, forcing out the last remnants of his clichés. - Don't worry about it. I am invincible. - What is true is true," grinned Thornag, flashing his saw-like fangs. - Then I have nothing more to add; I expect you back in a year. Punish, cut down, and burn! - Punish, cut down, and burn," replied James, echoing their group's motto. - Thank you, Thornag. And the book is utter garbage; there isn't a word of truth in it. Nationality: Sintan. Origin: Phantasmagoria. Skills: - teleportation; - lightning strike; - chain lightning; - healing; - enhancement; - wisdom. Perk: Equipment: heavy Sintan armor, full helmet, talisman of Faust, "Tsaralia", "Predator".