The Initiation
After my master was slain by my brothers, I followed his minions. The name of the four that came and escorted me away from Khrazan are named: Sylus, Fikkle, Dishman, and Erzsebet. Sylus and the others led me down the path, where we meet up with a big group of Horde members. Fikkle introduced me to the rest of the members. They were Nelani, Xindi, Moodles, Hidanti, Rhonna, and Skelecat. After the introductions were made, we all walked a little further where we met up with an orc with eleven mounts. We each sattled up and sped off down the road. After a three days ride, we arrived at what looked, to me, like a dark temple.
“Garthras.” Sylus said as he came over to me. “This is the Hall of Darkness.” “It is here, where you will be initiated into our guild. Upon looking at the undead, I simply noded my head. We waited for nearly twenty minutes. Around that time I started to get bored. I went to a Fikkle the Mage “What are we waiting for?” I asked as I looked around the group. Fikkle gave me a look and simply said “We wait upon the Dark One.” As I looked back at the elf, a dark mist came over us. As the words came to my tounge on how to dispell the fog, Fikkle grabbed my shoulder and shook is head in a sign that this was supposed to happen. As the mist began to grow darker, a voice filled our heads. “The time has come for a new path. Your Mistress is no more. She refused the path I required of her and she has been banished, never to return. You will now follow this path that I will lay out before you. You shall betray the Horde, for it has grown weak and complacent. On this parchment, I hold the names of the betrayers who shall carry out my orders.” As this was being spoken, a dark form started to appear befor us all. In the back of the room, stood a hooded warlock. The Dark One opened up a scroll and began to read the names: “Sylus, Fikkle, Nelani, Dishman, Erzsebet, Garthras, Moodles, Hidanti, Rhonna and Katoka.”
As the names were being called, Sylus’s face began to darken. “No,” he said, “we shall not.” At that moment Sylus unsheathed his dagger and plunged it into the chest of the Dark One. At that moment all of those around me, including Fikkle moved into position attacking and casting spells upon the Dark One. Not knowing what was going on, instincts took over and I attacked with the rest.
“You will command us no more,” Sylus hissed at her, “For I shall be your Executioner one final time, and we are no longer under your sway.” The Dark One looked upon us as the life began to leave her face. She then looked upon Fikkle and began to speak in a low raspy voice “And you, Fikkle?” I looked upon the young elf, realizing that the two must of had some sort of connection. “I am yours no longer, for this shall be a day of reckoning, and you shall not see it through.” At that moment, the body of the Dark one fell limp, still clutching the scroll in her hands.
“You are not the betrayers, but the redeemed.” Sylus said as he picked up the scroll out of the Dark One’s hands. “You have all helped us free ourselves from the occult evil that has plagued us. Renounce the false ideology of the Dark One and join me in search of glory on the battlefield and riches from the spoils of war.”
Sylus reached down again and drenched his hands in the freshly spilt blood of the Dark One. Using his pointer finger he quickly scratched words onto the back of the scroll. When he finished, he looked upon us and spoke. “This is the Omertta, the oath of fealty: You have stood too long in the darkness of night. Through these coming trials you will rise from the ashes, blazing like the morning sun. Pledge an oath and swear your loyalty to this Day. Seek out glory, fame, riches and victory above all else. Tell others that the Day of Reckoning is coming.’
