Lore/Story The Ancients-part 1

Azrael kneeled before the darkness. His time had come. He looked into his reflection in the dark crystals. Completely white skin, black eyes with white pupils, fangs, and demonic horns. His black robes swirled around him like a tornado of darkness. It has been a long time since he felt sick of his form. He had once been a human mage, trying to fuse the skills of all types of wynnic heroes, but he had too much contact with the corruption from the nether. Something went wrong. He was exiled to gavel ,and had found a new leader. One who could get him what he wanted. Revenge.
"Beloved leader, I come with news. They found the enderman, Marcus. They are sailing towards gavel as we speak." He muttered.
"Azrael, tell me information I do not know. You think I ignored this? What kind of idiot do you think I am?" The voice was like a knife scraping across stone, cold, and unforgiving as a blizzard. Two white eyes looked down from the throne, all he had ever seen of his leader so far.
"My leader, do you wish for me to......"
"Kill them. the second they get far enough from llevigar. Kill them all, except the humans and the enderman. I want their blood to be shed personally." Azrael was cut off. He had orders, and had no choice but to follow. His leader could make demons with a flick of their staff. If he didn't follow, he would die.
"Yes, my master" Snarled azrael, his contorted snoutlike face twisting into a grimace of frustration. He picked up his sabre, a chaotic piece of curved metal attached to a leather grip. He would enjoy this moment. It might be his last few days as a simple underling.

"So what did you capture me for? Why am I of interest to you?" Marcus asked. His 4 captors had agreed to talk with him on his own boat, not their armed battleship. They consisted of Kyle, a red/silver armoured assasin. He was mysterious and slightly sarcastic at times, and didn't talk much at all. Then there was Aurum, a villager mage from llevigar. His white armour shined in the sunlight and his flaming staff somehow wasn't burning the boat down. Unlike other villagers he wasn't a greedy conman, and seemed like the friendliest of the group, unlike Stratus, the blue-scaled chainmail clad fishman from the Olux swamps. He carried a spear and hammer, both empowered with magic that allows them to be controlled with the the mind, and seemed like a bit of an egotistical bully, but he knew he was just proterctive in his heart. Last there was the fourth member who hadn't been there for the capturing. Her name was Lyra, a human from detlas. She was an archer in diamond armour and obviously liked showing off. She shot passing watchtowers and boasted about her skills a lot, much to Stratus's annoyance.
"We need you to find out what's going on. Trouble is storring in gavel. We're not sure what or who is behind this, but both the kings of troms and ragni agreed to get you involved. They read some wierd books and got the best mages they could find to translate. Don't ask me, I'm just a soldier" Said Kyle, quiet as ever about the details.
"I swear I will shove my hammer up your nostril if you don't turn that stupid firestaff off! I'm a fish, I like water, not fire!" Grumbled Stratus
"It doesn't work that easily" Explained Aurum.
"Hey guys, I think we have arrived at Gavel. get ready to land!" Shouted Lyra from the crow's nest. A shoreline appeared in the distance, bustling with merchnt ships that reminded Marcus of his home, Nemract. Some of them had probably come from there. As they arrived, a gigantic gate in the cliff face started to open. A white city made of quartz lay beyond, full of villagers and metal golems.
"Llevigar. My home. Alright, guys, let's get ready. We need potions, food and rest." Shouted Aurus.
"Can't we go to Olux?" Answered Stratus
"No." snapped Kyle.
Marcus knew there was more to this that meets the eye, but he kept it to himself as they walked into the towering white city.

 

le bump of le day

 

This lore is legendary.

 

Thatks. I'm glad you like it! Part 2 might come out tomorrow or even later today if I feel up to it