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As the last of his life ebbed from his body the pain hit him. A blade plunged just below the ribcage and a surgeonlike cut to his waist. But he was strong, and did not succomb to the darkness till he saw his still beating heart crushed above his motionless body in the hand of.........well he didn't quite know. He gasped his last breath and thought his eyes would close for the last time.
As his soul made it's journey to Arvanaith it was stopped. The Arrow Bringer was not ready to let this soul leave the material world. "The hatred in it was so pure it rivaled his own" thought the diety. Given his tremendous power he restored the elf all but his heart, that he could not salvage. And with the loss of that he lost all feelings of joy, humor, love compassion and mercy. Something the Black Archer thought would serve him well. Life or whatever you wish to call it was restored.
The elf's eyes opened and gazed up to the form he has prayed to since he could remember. His body scarred, and a hollow pain in his chest. One that would never leave him till he once again looked upon his benefactor. There was no need for discussion. The young elf knew what was expected of him. The only words from his mouth were "I do Swear"
There was a simple nod, and a wave of the hand. The elf awoke in the woods. With a pain in his chest, a scarred body and a drow symbol. That is where his vengence will start.
As his soul made it's journey to Arvanaith it was stopped. The Arrow Bringer was not ready to let this soul leave the material world. "The hatred in it was so pure it rivaled his own" thought the diety. Given his tremendous power he restored the elf all but his heart, that he could not salvage. And with the loss of that he lost all feelings of joy, humor, love compassion and mercy. Something the Black Archer thought would serve him well. Life or whatever you wish to call it was restored.
The elf's eyes opened and gazed up to the form he has prayed to since he could remember. His body scarred, and a hollow pain in his chest. One that would never leave him till he once again looked upon his benefactor. There was no need for discussion. The young elf knew what was expected of him. The only words from his mouth were "I do Swear"
There was a simple nod, and a wave of the hand. The elf awoke in the woods. With a pain in his chest, a scarred body and a drow symbol. That is where his vengence will start.