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Born of Ashes... Introduction
🕑 Added 2025-09-20 01:35:29 +0000 UTC- he sun rose slowly over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as it chased away the shadows of night. In the small, peaceful village of Millfield, life began to stir. Smoke curled lazily from chimneys as the villagers prepared for another day of toil and simple joys.
John Shadowcloak stood in his forge, the clang of hammer on anvil echoing through the crisp morning air. His muscular arms gleamed with sweat as he crafted a horseshoe, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was a man of great strength and skill, his hands as much a weapon as any sword. But here, in his forge, he found solace - a sanctuary from the ghosts of his past.
Sarah Moonshadow hummed a gentle tune as she hung laundry on the line behind their modest cottage. Her half-elf heritage was evident in her pointed ears and the delicate, almost ethereal beauty of her features. She had a kind heart and a keen intellect, and she used both to make the lives of the villagers a little brighter.
As the sun climbed higher, two figures approached the village, their cloaks hooded against the chill. They walked with the easy, confident gait of travelers, but there was something odd about their movements - a slight, almost imperceptible stiffness that belied their true nature.
Kayla and Moros had taken on the guise of human merchants, concealed beneath illusions of flesh and blood. They had learned from their mother's mistake; this time, they would not announce their arrival with an army of demons. No, this time they would be subtle, patient, and utterly ruthless.
The demon spawn made their way to the village square, their eyes scanning the faces of the villagers. They spotted John, still working in his forge, and a cruel smile played across Kayla lips. This was the hero who had slain their mother? He looked old, tired, and soft.
Kayla approached the forge, her steps measured and unassuming. "Good morrow, my lord," she called out, her voice dripping with joviality. "I am a merchant from the distant Human Kingdoms, and I have wares to sell. Might I have a word with the village smith?"
John paused in his work, wiping the sweat from his brow with a rag. He eyed the stranger warily, but seeing no immediate threat, he set down his tools. "Aye, I'm the smith. What manner of wares do you peddle?"
As John stepped out of the forge, Kayla and Moros struck. A dart, coated in a potent demonic toxin, pierced the back of John's neck. He had only a moment to gasp in pain before darkness claimed him, and he crumpled to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut.
The demon spawn wasting no time, they dragged John's limp form back behind the forge, tying him tightly with unbreakable demonic cords. They gagged him with a wad of foul-tasting cloth, muffling his groans of pain and rage.
Meanwhile, Sarah continued about her business, unaware of her husband's predicament. She gathered the day's bread from the oven and began to make her way to the village square to open the inn.
As she walked, she noticed the village seemed quieter than usual, the laughter and chatter of the villagers subdued. A sense of unease crept up her spine, and she quickened her pace.
Rounding the corner, Sarah gasped in horror as she beheld the scene before her. Several of the village houses were ablaze, their thatched roofs burning like tinder. Villagers ran in panic, some trying to extinguish the flames, others fleeing with what meager possessions they could carry.
And there, in the center of the chaos, stood Kayla and Moros. They had cast off their illusory disguises, revealing their true demonic forms. Their eyes glowed with malevolent glee as they surveyed the destruction. The red skinned demons smile dangerously as their small orc army tear through their village.
Sarah turned to run back to the forge, desperate to free John and warn the villagers. But as she did, Moros caught sight of her, his lips curling in a wicked grin.
"Ah, the wife," he called out, his voice a mocking singsong. "Come to save your precious hero? I'm afraid he's a bit... tied up at the moment. Don't worry he's better like that."
Sarah's heart seized in her chest as she realized the truth, this was no accident, no mere coincidence. The demons had planned this, had orchestrated the destruction of her village to lure John out and take him captive.
She stood rooted to the spot, tears streaming down her face as she watched her home burn, her people scream in terror, and the awful realization that the demons had her husband. Kayla steps forward grabbing Sarah a sword held to her throat.
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