Damnation of Xyal [Story] [Original Work]

[CHWIV]

Damnation of Xyal - Prologue​

How did it all happen so quickly?

What was the motive to such chaos?

And in just a few weeks as well, so much blood shed, and despair has happened.

Where did it all go wrong?

Amongst the burning buildings, floating high in the sky; a maniacal wizard clothed in light blue robes with dirty blond hair and a ragged beard launched fire balls from the palm of their hands as their child-like laughter filled the air, with the balls of fire hitting nearby stone buildings, causing debris to fall. Beneath him were armies upon armies of followers, each wearing dark blue robes similar to the wizard to cover their figures and yet, only their bright glowing orange eyes were seen as they kept on rushing innocent townspeople and guards, killing them all or forcing them into their numbers as cannon fodder.
Arrows were fired from their crossbows, hitting anything standing to a halt or inflicting painful and horrifying damage to the unlucky targets. Meanwhile, swords clashed with swords and shields, hoping to get a taste of flesh from the other wielder as theirs only could think of making their victims bleed out in agony.

Amidst the battle of the once powerful kingdom, multiple groups of injured warriors and what was left of the kingdom's guards held their weapons and heads high, trying their best to take out the ever-growing mob of followers around them. Call it being desperate or by genuine fear of their fate, they would not go down without any resistance. And this was much to the delight of the floating above them, laughing maniacally as he ordered his followers to charge at the last line of defense.

The Archer of the first group aimed his bow for anything not covered by armor, hoping to bring down just one more follower as they marched slowly towards him and his colleagues, praying softly in his steady breaths and feeling the string of his bow let go, letting arrows soar to their targets. He decided to hit them where they were most vulnerable which was their glowing eyes, firing arrow after arrow at the crazed robed vessels implanting his arrows directly inside their eyes or in-between, and watching them fall and crumble in pain before going limp. One in particular aimed his crossbow at the Archer and fired his bolt, grazing the Archer's cheek as he stumbled onto one knee. He gritted his teeth as the stinging sensation was felt on his face, before aiming and firing an arrow at the follower's eye, piercing it as bright orange blood splattered the ground as the body fell and laid there, stiff as a board. The arrow in question, making its way cleanly through the other side of the follower's head, into another's neck.

Behind him was their group's bard, seeing her friend injured in the heat of battle she wasted no time as she brought her lute close to her chest and raised her hand high in the air. She began to strum her lute and hummed a quick melody alongside with it, as a bright yellow mist surrounded them both, healing the cut on the Archer's cheek and feeling him with more stamina to continue in the fight. However, when she was in her own little world, she heard incoming footsteps progressively getting louder and louder. She grabbed her lute by the soundboard and swung it forcefully, landing a hit on a sneaky follower, cracking his skull in an instant as she felt blood particles and bone fragments launch at her skin, with the follower's eyes widening as he fell to the ground, staring up at her with his hand raising slowly as it gripped the dagger in it, before falling flat onto the ground besides the follower, dagger as well. But the fight was far from done as the Bard then heard many more footsteps make a quick haste towards her, and with her group occupied with more followers rushing them, she dropped her lute and pulled out her crossbow, aiming it at the closest follower who had his sword drawn and making no stops towards her. She fired without hesitation, aiming at the Follower's chest hoping to implant a bolt at his heart. However, the Follower had plans of his own, jumping high up in the air and dodging the bolt that implanted itself into another's chest, making them yell out in pain and fall onto their back, their fate sealed as they bled out. The Bard then looked up to see the follower staring back at her and letting out a guttural Warcry, hoping to dig his sword deep into her skull as they fell straight down towards her.

But just when they could make contact with the bard, their rogue ally was just in the Knick of time, jumping up in the air and launched a pair of his own knives at the Follower, impaling them straight through his mouth and out the other end, while two more knives dug their way into his chest. The blows made the Follower release his grip onto their sword, making it fall down onto the ground, its blade getting stuck between stones as their now lifeless corpse was next to fall. As it met contact with the ground, their head and back made an unsettling cracking sound as blood slowly leaked from their mouth and other gaping wounds. The rouge took his knives out of the body, throwing one at another approaching follower's shoulder and repeatedly stabbed them, making blood flow out of their body and have themselves fall swiftly onto the ground. The rogue wiped the blood of his knives and ran back to where his teammates were, sticking his knives back into their assigned holsters before taking his short sword from its hilt, holding it in a defensive manner.

While the first group were busy slaughtering their fair share of deranged lunatics, the second group was trying to thin the numbers out as well, with the example of one follower having their torse viciously cleaved off his waist, making both halves of their body fall with blood gushing out of their gigantic wounds.

A tall and red-headed knight gritted his teeth, and held his great sword by the handle tightly, looking onward at the endless waves of followers surrounding his own group. He silently cursed them from under his breath and began to charge head on at them. His first target charged him head on, throwing one of their daggers at him while gripping the other in the air high up. Unfortunately for the follower, the knight dodged the dagger thrown and weaved the plunge of the other, before cleanly cutting the follower's head off, neck and all. The next follower threw a bottle of oil at the knight's feet and with it came a torch at the same spot, engulfing the Knight's lower half in flames. The Follower looked on in satisfaction, hoping to melt the Knight's armor and hinder his movement so he'd be more vulnerable. Yet even though the knight was in agonizing pain due to the sheer burns, he lunged at the follower and dug his great sword deep into their chest and through their back. He watched at their eyes widened, still glowing that haunting orange color before their body slumped and their head fell forwards, with blood dripping softly out of their mouth. He slowly pulled his sword out of them, leaving a gaping wound before taking a knee as he couldn't bear the pain any longer. All he could do was listen intently to the oncoming heavy footsteps that were getting closer to him. The Knight slowly looked up hoping it was an ally, but only a much larger hulking brute with a poorly colored blue sack over half his face and one peering orange eye poking out, towered above him as they raised their jagged hammer high up. They chuckled with excitement that soon escalated to loud laughter at the thought of smashing their target into a bloody pulp.

But just when they were about to land their first hit, he heard something sizzle and fly past them, only to then realized that he was now feeling an unusually painful feeling and a horrible burning sensation between his legs. As he looked down slowly, he dropped his massive hammer in horror as he saw smoke coming from below. He turned around, seeing a blazing wooden spike has passed through his genital area and seared off his balls, having them hung against a stone wall.

Basically, neutering the poor follower.

As he continued to yell out in anger and agony at what could've caused this, it wasn't long till he heard another whistle and then felt something puncture hit head. It was another flaming spike, that went through his skull and brain, but got stuck in the back of his head. As he stumbled around before taking a mighty fall, landing amidst his fellow comrades in cloth, crushing multiple in the process. The knight merely held his breath the entire time, before he looked behind him to see one of his colleagues and close friends waving back at him. A blacksmith with a brilliant mind for all things he could fix, repair, or in this case; modify. In his hands, he was wielding some sort of contraption, firing off searing hot wooden spikes at lighting speed. Thank God for him wanting to be an artificer or else he'd be a goner.
While the blacksmith helped up the knight to his feet as he still felt the intense burning from earlier, they both soon saw more followers charging towards them.

They braced for the rush with the knight holding his sword closely to him, and the blacksmith aiming his weapon at his preferred target. But before the followers could make contact, a bright glistening white light passed by the Knight and the Blacksmith with it pushing back the followers, or immobilizing some as they lost their weapons. The knight was perplexed by the sudden surge of light just now but realized that the burning pain was no longer there. Him and the Blacksmith then realized they were filled with energy as well, despite being tired not a moment ago. They both looked behind them and saw their third group member, a cleric who had casted a spell called; 'Bless' to aid them in their fight. The Blacksmith and Knight both nodded back at her and then wasted no time charging back at the now, vulnerable group of followers. The Knight charged into one, smashing their body into a wall before knocking another down and finishing them with one fatal stab of his sword. The Blacksmith fired a red shot stake into one follower's leg, immobilizing them on the one while he instantly shot own another in the head, making their head engulf in flames while they could only scream out in pain.
The two groups, both tired from the fighting grouped up with one another, thinking they made great progress in clearing out the last bit of the kingdom they were sworn to protect.

But it wasn't enough.

Although the two groups have one a considerable amount of damage to make it seem they had an opening, their progress was destroyed once they saw just how many we're left. The two groups both we're backing away from the swarm, still firing off arrows or charging to attack those who were straying far from the hoard. But nothing helped. The mass was still coming as the adventurers kept trying to push them back. It wasn't long till they were all backed against a literal wall that was part of the castle they were defending, and when they turned back, they looked at the thousands of followers that surrounded them from all sides. They all still gripped their weapons ready for a last stand before they saw the wizard hover above them, using both of his hands to ready a powerful spell to eradicate the stone wall of the castle and then with it. Their attempts to stop such an invasion were in vain. It seemed as if the wizard has won.

But still one question remains...how did this all happen? And why to them?

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Months before this all happened...
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"DID YOU STEAL SOME APPLES AGAIN!?"

 

[CHWIV]

Damnation of Xyal - Prologue​

How did it all happen so quickly?

What was the motive to such chaos?

And in just a few weeks as well, so much blood shed, and despair has happened.

Where did it all go wrong?
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Amongst the burning buildings, floating high in the sky; a maniacal wizard clothed in light blue robes with dirty blond hair and a ragged beard launched fire balls from the palm of their hands as their child-like laughter filled the air, with the balls of fire hitting nearby stone buildings, causing debris to fall. Beneath him were armies upon armies of followers, each wearing dark blue robes similar to the wizard to cover their figures and yet, only their bright glowing orange eyes were seen as they kept on rushing innocent townspeople and guards, killing them all or forcing them into their numbers as cannon fodder.

Arrows were fired from their crossbows, hitting anything standing to a halt or inflicting painful and horrifying damage to the unlucky targets. Meanwhile, swords clashed with swords and shields, hoping to get a taste of flesh from the other wielder as theirs only could think of making their victims bleed out in agony.
Amidst the battle of the once powerful kingdom, multiple groups of injured warriors held their weapons and heads high, trying their best to take out the ever-growing mob of followers around them. Call it being desperate or by genuine fear of their fate, they would not go down without any resistance.

The Archer of the first group aimed his bow for anything not covered by armor, hoping to bring down another one as they marched slowly towards him and his colleagues. He decided to hit them where they were most vulnerable which was their glowing eyes, firing arrow after arrow at the crazed robed vessels in their eyes, and watching them fall and crumble in pain before going limp. One in particular aimed his crossbow at the Archer and fired his bolt, grazing the Archer's cheek as he stumbled onto one knee. He gritted his teeth as the stinging sensation was felt on his face, before aiming and firing an arrow at the follower's eye, piercing it as bright orange blood splattered the ground as the body fell and laid there, stiff as a board.

Behind him was their group's bard, she strummed her lute and hummed a quick rhythm with it, as a bright yellow mist surrounded them both, healing the cut on the Archer's cheek as it was merely another scar on his tattered body, and filling him with more stamina to continue in the fight. However, she heard incoming footsteps and swung her reinforced steel lute before landing a hit on a sneaky follower, cracking his skull as she felt blood particles and bone fragments launch at her skin, with the follower's eyes widening as he fell to the ground. She then heard more faster footsteps and grabbed her crossbow, hoping to stop the oncoming enemy. She aimed it against her chest and saw him running and fired at him, but the bolt missed him as he jumped high into the air as the bolt made for him nailed another follower in the chest as he yelled out in pain from the bolt now lodged in his chest. She looked up and saw the follower, plunging down at her with his dagger in front of him, laughing louder and louder as he could only think of slashing her face apart.

Just in time however, their rogue ally was just as keen and swift with his own knives as he threw one right into the follower's head, instantly killing him as his body merely flailed as it in the ground with an audible thump and snap as his parts of his bones broke from the impact as it met the solid stone paths below. His job wasn't done however, facing more as they rushed him. He swiftly dodged their swings from battle axes and arrows, countering them with slashes to their wrists and necks to make them fall with a slump or to disarm them, making it easier for the others to take them out. Speaking of others, one that lost their grip on their axe had their head sliced clean off their body as bright orange blood gushed from their lifeless body.

A tall and red-headed knight gritted his teeth, and held his great sword by the handle tightly, looking onward at the wave of followers surrounding his own group. He silently cursed them from under his breath and began to charge. His first target charged him head on, throwing one of their daggers at him while gripping the other in the air high up. Unfortunately for the follower, the knight dodged the dagger thrown and weaved the plunge of the other, before cleanly cutting the follower in half. The next follower threw a bottle of oil at the knight's feet and with it came a torch at the same spot, hoping to melt his armor and hinder his movement. Yet even though the knight was in agonizing pain due to the sheer burns, he lunged at the follower and dug his great sword deep into their chest and through their back. He watched at their eyes widened, still glowing that haunting orange color before they went limp. He slowly pulled his sword out of them, leaving a gaping would before taking a knee as he couldn't bear the pain. He listened intently though to seeing a much larger follower with a poorly colored blue sack over half his face and one peering orange eye poking out, towered above him as they raised their hammer high. They chuckled with excitement at the thought of smashing their target into a bloody pulp.

But just when they were about to land their first hit, they heard something sizzle and fly past him, but then realized that they were now feeling a horrified puncturing and a horrible burning sensation between their legs. As he looked down slowly, he dropped his massive hammer in horror as he saw smoke coming from below. He turned around, seeing a blazing wooden spike has passed through his genital area and seared off his balls. Basically, neutering the poor follower as he yelled out in anger and agony. It wasn't long till he heard a whistle and then felt something shoot into hit head. It was another flaming spike, but this was stuck at the back of his head as he stumbled around before taking a mighty fall, landing amidst his fellow comrades in cloth. The knight looked behind him to see one of his colleagues and close friends, a blacksmith with a brilliant mind for all things idiotic, wielding some sort of contraption, firing off searing hot wooden spikes at lighting speed. Thank god for him wanting to be an artificer or else he'd be a goner.

While the blacksmith helped up the knight to his feet, they both soon saw more followers charging towards them. They braced for the rush before a bright glistening light surrounded them as they both felt, more powerful than before. They swiftly took care of two followers each, the blacksmith firing two more spikes in their heads while the knight decapitated their arms or legs. They then looked behind them and saw their third group member, a cleric who had casted bless to aid them in their fights. It seemed to have worked wonders as the knight felt the pain on his feet being numbed and his energy replenished. The cleric however wasn't only dishing out aid as she began to take out a short sword and stabbed a rabid follower in the chest, mostly having them impale their body on her sword as she just let him slide off it.

However, just when they thought they made an opening, their progress was destroyed once they saw just how many we're left. The two groups both we're backing away from the swarm, still firing off arrows or charging to attack the ones at the front. But nothing helped. The mass was still coming as the adventurers kept trying to push them back. It wasn't long till they were all backed against a literal wall that was part of the castle they were defending, and when they turned back, they looked at the thousands of followers that surrounded them from all sides. They all still gripped their weapons ready for a last stand before they saw the wizard hover above them, using both of his hands to ready a powerful spell to eradicate the stone wall of the castle and then with it.

Their attempts to stop such an invasion were in vain. It seemed as if the wizard has won.

But still one question remains...how did this all happened?

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Months before this all happened...
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"DID YOU STEAL SOME APPLES AGAIN!?"

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Damnation of Xyal - Chapter 1​

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How did this all happen?

What went wrong?

When could've we have prevented this from happening?


.... Many months ago...

It was a quiet fall morning in a medium sized town happily called, Drendyl. A peaceful place of small yet sturdy cottages and few large structures. People knew others from places beyond their wooden walls, and it wasn't considered rare to see visitors returning from other distant towns or kingdoms. During such a fine morning, villagers were beginning to wake up as the first rays of sunlight pierced their windows and birds from outside signaled to another day. Few were already up at this hour, with most getting their daily chores out of the way or beginning to cook breakfast for their household. Soon, more and more started to greet the day head on, with some stepping outside and saying good morning to their neighbors or tending to their crops at their designated farms. It wasn't long till the nearly empty dirt paths of the common living areas and the cobble stone roads towards the main point of the town we're crowded as people went to their jobs or the community market to start their day off the right way.

In the early hours of the community market, merchants and vendors were already setting up their stalls. These people were from faraway lands selling goods and trinkets to all who wanted their merchandise, or some were selling produce or medicinal items to those in need of food not found close to where they lived. One food vendor in particular was fairly well known for his abundant of fruits and was occupied in giving a hefty barrel filled with mixed fruits to some guards, per their request to always be fully stocked when their squadron was tasked to go out to stand guard outside the walls for protentional threats or to lead an important convoy along the terrain.

He was marking down the order swiftly as he had done it multiple times, with the guards staring intently at him. And while the vendor was finishing up their request and was handed the usual some of 50 pieces of silver for their cooperation, he couldn't help but notice seeing a suspicious individual in black commoner's clothing, with a makeshift hood that they put on top of their head, made up of multicolored fabric.They held it nearly above their eyes, as if to not be seen by the public if they were recognized. The vendor watched their actions carefully as there were now fewer guards left at the market to stop potential thieves.

No doubt in his mind rushed to the conclusion that they waited for the group of heavily armed guards from before to leave the area so they couldn't be interrupted. The individual them stopped right at the vendor's wide arrange of apples, moving his head side to side as if debating on something. The vendor was beginning to sweat, not realizing customer after customer was trying to gain his focus. He snapped back into reality, seeing the individual pass by him and the group of customers in front of him. The vendor sighed with relief before taking someone's order.

"Y-Yes, how may I help you today ma'am?"

"Finally! I've been screaming for nearly 3 minutes trying to purchase some apples!"

"My apologies, how many would you like? And please, follow me to pick out some for yourself."

The vendor and the lady both moved towards his apples where he looked down and was shocked to what he had seen. Near his display was a barrel full of apples that had a sign specifically stating they were for showcase only, not to be purchased. And at the top, he saw that some apples were taken, no less than 5 to be exact. And for some produce that was nearly for show, he went deathly quiet and a sickening sheet of white was all over his face.

"So, I'd like...sir? Are you there!? I'd like my-

"They're gone..."

"Excuse me?"

"MY APPLES! THEY'RE GONE!"

The outcry shouted from the vendor was heard throughout the market as the guards began to move towards his location once those words left his lips. If that wasn't a cry of a thief, then have them all hanged on the spot. The leader of the guards was first to arrive, pushing back the customer and staring at the paranoid and panicked vendor.

"Sir, calm down. What happened?"

"M-My apples...they're gone! I knew it was that...figure. It had to have been him!"

"What were they wearing? Anything out of the ordinary?"

"A robe of black a-and a makeshift hood, he around towards the main square!"

The leader nodded swiftly and ordered his men towards different paths to the main square, in hopes of capturing their culprit.
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At the main square of town, the 'Thief' in question was busy walking past the crowds of people in a fast pace. Under his robes, he held tightly to a large back that was filled with apples and another bag dangling by his waist, signaling that he had money and just stole the apples to...'save up' sort to speak. As the individual in black kept up his pace, he saw two guards patrolling a part of the main square. Not wanting to be caught with stolen merchandise, he turned back around, only to meet with two other soldiers who were looking at civilians for the matching description given to them by the Vendor. They were about to turn around before one locked their eyes onto their 'Thief'.

"Ey wait...OI! I'm talking to you! Come with us this instant!"

The individual knew the gig was up and sprinted into the crowd of people, knocking them over or swiftly dodging them as he ran into a nearby narrow pathway. He could hear the commotion behind him as the two guards yelled for their other colleagues to join them to track down their culprit. Soon enough, the individual hit a dead end with rows of cabins blocking his way, and with his pursuers hot on his heels, he was panicking with any sort of escape or place to hide. Just before he was about to give up, he saw a sizeable crack between two houses. One that was large enough to squeeze through he pondered as he slides the bag of apples first before preparing to squeeze himself through next. He inhaled his breath and breathed it out slowly before swiftly sliding through, hearing the footsteps and clanks of metal getting progressively louder. He shut his eyes, remained quiet, and prayed not to be caught as he heard the soldiers stop at where he just was.

"Where did he go?! We were following his exact movements and everything!

"He couldn't have just disappeared out of nowhere! Spread out and see if he just climbed a roof or something. The captain is possibly gonna have us scrubbing stalls for weeks for this..."

"He's possibly a magician, and if not, he sure got the advantage over us somehow. That damned criminal..."

While the guards backtracked out of the alleyway, the 'Thief' peeked his head out of the crack and slowly pulled himself out once he knew the coast was clear, with the bag of apples tightly in his hands. Now knowing he needed to be more careful, he successfully evaded more patrolling guards, as more knew about his clothing and how he lost 4 while they were hot on his heels. During his walk around town, he made his way towards a couple of cottages in a barren part of town, where few farms were being made and most homes were abandoned long ago. The 'Thief' looked behind him one more time before rushing towards the door of a cottage, knocking on it with quick haste. The door opened on the second or third knock, revealing a black skinned man who was smaller than the 'Thief', looking straight at him with a stern look. He then looked at the big bag of apples the thief held and then the other smaller one, noticing how full it was. The smaller man than looked back up at the other and just sighed before speaking.

"Well...I guess I don't have to make gruel anymore."

"Listen, I was gonna pay but...I felt like-"

"You felt like being an idiot and wanting to see how far you can go without being caught again. How many this time?"

"...I evaded 4 of them at the same time, and then evades 3 more on my way home."
"So, seven. Seven now know about my makeshift clothes now thinking I stole some produce. That's nearly my entire wardrobe Dan!"

"Look, I'm sorry Crazie! Can we...can we just talk about this later and inside?"

"Sweet lord almighty Danny...j-just come inside before someone sees."

Without hesitation, Dan the 'Thief' passed his friend and jumped onto the couch in the living area, taking off the makeshift hood but still sporting his black robe. He tossed the bag over to this friend, who caught it and walked towards their kitchen. The cottage they lived in wasn't considered small, nor was it a luxury. But as long as it kept them safe during the night or from attacks, the abnormally big rodents that scurry around the floorboards could've been excused.

"So, what are we having today Crazie?"

"Well since we got fresh apples now, I was thinking oatmeal."

"Oatmeal? I risked my freedom, just for a bowl of hot oats in water and chopped off apples?"

"First off, I gave you money from our last job, you didn't need to steal. Secondly, I'm cooking, I decide what we eat. And finally, suck it up. And go wake up Ari while you're getting up."

Crazie dug around the sack of apples while Dan got up from his seat and was prepared to get their third house mate up for breakfast. However, Crazie reached inside the bag pulling out two apples. But just when he was contempt on how they looked, a puff of smoke formed around the two, making Crazie instantly drop them onto the floor much to Dan's surprise at what was happening.

"Dan, who did you buy these from and why are they smoking!?"

"Do you think I know? I merely got them from a famous vendor! That's all!"

"THEN WHAT'S GOING ON WITH THEM?!"

"I HAVE NO CLUE CRAZIE!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN- AAH! WHAT IS THAT...bright....light?"

Crazie and Dan both stopped yelled upon realizing the apples weren't there anymore, only to be replaced by two brightly shining gems instead. Crazie slowly picked one up to see if they were imagining things only to come to the realization that...they were real. Crazie's eyes widened as Daniel picked up the other gem, gazing at its beautiful structure as the sunlight beamed onto it.
"Dan..."
"Y-Yeah?"
"Who the hell did you buy these from?!"