Tramik Adventures of Grendan Tramik.

It was a cold brisk winters night, everything was calm and relaxing. The skies clear as the stars shine brightly, the four moons high in the skies. One was almost full and at the highest peek of the sky, another was in middle way and only half was showing, as another trailed it with a crescent shape, and the last moon was further down the other side full bloom. It truly was a wondrous night in the realm of Altainia,  there was a slight wind in the air though it was light. Truly this was a perfect night, though one could think a calm before the storm. Sometimes the most quiet of all nights are the ones that riddle in deep horrors, and if you thought the same then you be correct.

Not long ago this night had a symphony of screams, from that of a women in pain. Somewhere in the town of Honaku the streets ran with blood. It ran like tiny streams in the cracks of the cobble stones, with its dark ruby shine from the lanterns shining off it. Truly a art work for a twisted morbid painter to paint, or for darker beings to admire. If you follow the streams up it would lead to a recently decease female body, in her life time she was probably a very beautiful lady. Though now you be lucky if you could tell she was a lady, as the body was mangled and ripped to shreds. Before death she had beautiful snow white skin and raven hair, kinda like ina  fairy tale. Though this fairy tale did not have a happy ending, as she laid to rest.

A black leather boot steps neck to what use to be a face of sorts. The person kneels over the body and would as one could tell admit last rites? It was dark and unsure for untrained eyes to tell, however it appeared to be a man. he had dirty medium length blonde hair. He also had a scruffy beard, wearing a dark brown leather duster, and leather pants. He had a three button gray cotton shirt, his eyes were blue and skin was fair. He had daggers strapped to his thighs and in his boots, also had a crossbow and throwing knives. This man was a hunter, and he seek what horrid creature did this to this poor, poor girl.

He would track the creature all the way to a church, and for some reason it seem that evil things are attracted to such places. You wouldn't think,but just look back to all stories you ever here, and you will see that all end up battling ina  church. Are we not taught that churches are Holy ground, and if that is true then why do battle of evil end up in these place of Holy? Are what we believe and think wrong, or do we not know the whole truth to churches and the terms of Holy grounds. Maybe they are not as Holy as we are lead to believe, as this evil thing was in the church itself. How this could be is undetermined, although a man once told us that if there is no belief in the church then it is no longer Holy ground. As this man says that the gods themselves will ignore the cries of this place and allow it to be consume by evil, thus said by Voltaire. A man whom seems to be a very wise man, or made he just knows what others do not and appears wise.

In any case our battle is here in this church abandon by the gods, for the man walks in and says "I come for you creature of darkness and most foul." and thus a laughter emitted through the gothic cathedral . "And who are you to pass judgment on me, you who are full of sin and evil. You who walks amoung evil and murders with the veil of 'doing works of the gods'?" speaks the dark voice of the creature. The man would then say "I am not here to pass judgment for it had been passed on you, I am only here to make sure you arrive to your judge on time." the man had a gruff voice. He was probably in his late twenties, or early thirties. The creature would come out of the light and chuckle "You who is nothing but dust, nothing but a speck on this realm. Would assume to being able to beat me?" it was much a mock. The man wasted no more time in word games, he would toss out his daggers. The creature would go to dodge, but gets nailed by one of the knives as it burned him. They were dipped in Holy water, and this man was very much a believer. The creature growled in pain and grabs a bench to throw at the man. The man leaps and would run up the bench that was in mid-air, pulling out his crossbow and shooting arrows at the creature. They were silver and coated with wolf's blood, the crossbow could shoot five arrows at a time. It was a mod one and this made the creature angry. He dodge the arrows, for an hour this little fight would go in. Each one taking hits and to stubborn to give up, although as fun as sucha  challenge was. It needed to end soon, the suns would be up and soon light would kiss the land again.

With this the creature would charge at the man blindly, a foolish move of a desperate creature. Sadly a failed attempt at that, as the man shoots and hits. The arrow or in this case bolts, would sore and plant through the chest with a crack sound of the rib cage breaking. Blood splats and oozes out, even coming out of the creatures mouth. Coating its fangs, it was a child....no abomination of the night. A stain on the Pureblood Vampire race name, it was a turned Vampire. A creature that not even the Purebloods would save as they had their chance to Yelled to the king and refuse, thus banished to death. The man took his dagger and cut off its head, thowing it out for the sun to punish. Walking out after doing his deed, this hunter was well known in this realm. For the hunters was a family, who hunt for generations and bared its name. This family was Tramik and the man Grendan, and proudly he makes his family to wipe out such evil from the realm.

Chaos Legions march.

Across a barren land, it was like a field. It was battle worn and scarred, blood soaked the dirt. Black scorched the grounds and even burned it, here many, many battles were fought. Soon another battle would be on these poor wounded land, more blood would spill on to it. Feeding the trees, this land so riddle that the trees were now known as blood trees. They survive on the blood of the victims from the wars, they bled the blood of their victims. Foot steps marching in place could be heard now, single file march, march, march. An army of four maybe six thousand march onto these plains, coming to a stop as they wait for their enemy. The army bore the their crest of their kingdom, they were rogue warriors with the crest of two snakes intertwine with each other.

Their armor was mostly studded leather, few pieces on them were iron. That was the only heavy armor on them, they were not the grandest army around. Though have made a name for themselves, they were known as the Rakta and they were nothing more then criminals. Thieves, that pissed off the wrong group. They stood waiting for the group they had angry prior to hand. Earlier they were in a tavern talking smack, they were drunk group and was mostly  hand full of them. Such as the general and leader of the army, one of them was just a drunk to many. He stumble and dumped his glass all over a man, this man had white hair that was to his ankles with black tips. He had pure white skin, slowly standing up, he stood eight feet tall. The drunk look up at him as this being spoke "You know its polite to say sorry." the rakta troop stared at him and spat out "Why its yer fault you was in my way." standing up next was four other that sat with the being. Now the being wore a leather trench coat with a  red arm band that boar the Chaos symbol, his face was hidden by a hat, one found in military. The others were inching for a fight, one had sparks coming off his finger tips. The being spoke up again "I don't think I was in your way, I been sitting here long before you arrived. Now then apologies or I will be force to take action." of course this did not go well with other Rakta troops as they rally around their fellow troop. Words started to spout off "No yer in our way and if you touch him you be deal'n with all of us. We have an army of ten thousand, just wait'n to waste a town. You be the reason we waste this'n." now the being and his friends all just grin "Ten thousand you say, well..." he look to his comrades. "I think me and my army will take you up, you beat us and you can have this dump. Though if we win....well lets leave that a surprise." a snicker is let out.

And so here we are, with a war that started cause one refuse to apologies. Yes sometimes battles are fought for stupid reasons, while they waited, they heard shouting. Coming over the ridge was a even bigger more organized army, that bore the Chaos Symbol on its flag. They marched shouting about, from side they shout "CHAOS!" the other side "LEGION!" shouting till they came to a halt. They were a army of twenty thousand Demons, all blood thirsty for battle. The being stood at the front with his smirky grin, he shout across "It's not to late to apologies and admit to being morons!" the rakta scoffed and would charge. The being sighed "Morons will be morons." he hold up his hands and pulls it down, thus sending the Chaos Legion to battle. Spilling more blood on this scarred land, as so, so many had before hand.