Awpsoleet - Long & Short Story Enjoy o.0

Name: Awpsoleet
Race: Undead-Human
Age: 1337 years old
Rank: Elite Punisher

Description:
(Short Story)
Born a peasant. Raised a assassin. Died by betrayal. Raised from the dead with vengeance.

(Long Story)
Born sometime after the Age of the Elfs to a peasant Mother and a Knight for a father. After 15 winters pasted my Father came back and seen my potential as an Enlisted troop in the kings Army. Years passed, and my skills with a blade had surpassed all my predecessors. Fighting with a light and swift hand my style was noticed by my King who was over-seeings a Victory on the field of battle.

The king confronted me and took me under his wing and guided me to the main castles seller. Here I met a skinny dark man, who addressed him-self as The Teacher. I thought the worst... I was told by the dark man that I would play an important role in the Kings Reign, to silently dispatch the Kings enemies in their sleep, instead of the battle field. For years I trained in the Main Castle, climbing brick and stone. Stalking the Kings Knight patrols while concealed in the shadows. Never to been seen, Never to be heard was the words that were drilled my head by The Teacher.

Rain poors down on the late fall day. Thunder cracking, Lighting whipping. The Teacher approached me, and said that his time has come. Drawing his blade and telling me to defend my-self to the death, for this was my final task. Him drawing first blood, I felt a over coming power to end his life. Moments later, after exchange of blocked and evades blows, He lunged at me sword blade first. I knelt as if I were saluting a knight, evading his attack, and rose with my dagger high to the heavens... ending his life.

The mark my Teacher had made was deep and deadly. I fell to the ground from my wound. A moment went by and a scent of pure beauty overcame my senses. Warm & dim... this wasn't were I had fallen I thought. Glancing at what looked to be an angel tending my wound. I fell out of consciousness again.

I was woken up by a light gental touch to my hairline, A soft voice was telling me, the King requests my presences. Suited up and ready to, I met the King in the secret room in the Main Castle. Telling me a well done job with a smile abroad. Then comes the look of business, and he speaks of great riches, in return I take care of "delicate" situations. Then gives me my first assignment... my father? The King only speaks a word "Corruption". I tell him that it will be done...

For years I've killed countless hundreds for The King. While enjoying my own time with my wife that knows nothing of my work life. Shes curious at times, when I slip a blank stare into the middle of now where. Killing has a adverse effect on a mans soul. All you see is the random facial expressions that you see while running a blade through a mans heart. Watching his soul leave the corpse behind. I think about what I'm doing and realize that I'm drifting again and shoot a smile to my curious wife. And she goes about her duties.

A Path to redemption
On duty I'm stalking my prey. Watching his every movement as he laughs with his wife. A brush of remorse over comes my desire to slay him in front of his mate. I stand down and I gather my tactical thoughts. All I can think about is my wife. Thinking while on duty goes totally against my ways. Some thing is wrong... I fled home as fast as my legs will carry me. Smoke billowing from where my Cabin lays. The smell of burning flesh as I get closer... Tears and heart ache is all feel through-out my body. Kneeling down in front of my home cursing the heavens with pain-felt sarrow that I was not their in her time of need. Horses approached from all sides... these are not bandits, they are the Kings Royal Knights. I remained motionless from emotional pain, as they approached still mounted and sword drawn stances. A familiar voice telling the men to Stand Down and sheath their swords in a firm manner. The King... I thought. Looking over and watching him dismount I was still paralyzed from shock of my beloved wife. He approaches me with open arms and I look down again crying. He tells me everything will be alright... A sharp painful thrust into my back piercing my heart. Pain shoots through every fiber of my body once again, but this time its lessen then how I felt when I realized that my wife was dead. I felt the blade pulling out of my chest, then out of my heart, and finally out of my back. I think to my-self, this is how it felt for all those men I've slain over the years. I fall to the ground looking @ the clear blue sky and I tell the King I will have my vengeance on his Kingdom and his soul. My eyes close...

Death
Watching my soul fall the the pits of hell as if I were another person, My skin being ripped from my bones from the fiery fall. Screaming from so much pain, & so much agony. If this is my hell I've chosen for my-self with this past life then I must deserve it. Suddenly there is no more pain so I stop screaming. I look behind me and I see my wife's face looking down on me as if she were a demon her-self. She tells me that it's not so bad here once you get past the pain factor. Then she appears in a human form in rather seductive cloths on, then I've ever seen her in. She tells me that she knows my lifes work and that she has been keeping tabs. I asked her who or what she is. She smiles sharply and tells me that she runs the place. She then leans in closer to my ear and tells me that she will grant my life back but at a cost. I remain as the form I am in forever and I that I owe her 1000 souls, for this I will have a chance at my pledged vengeance.

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