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Realizing that there was no worry he turned and said. “No scythe Grave what happened lose it in a game of cards? No matter, you have threatened me and now I can use force to defend myself.”
“That will be futile, I am more powerful than you remember.”
“We will see about that.” Heintz put hi arm into the air and yell, “Rabarta while pointing at Grave. A long line of ice flowed out of him at toward Grave, who didn’t move. “I hope these robes are strong.” Grave thought to himself. The ice flow hit Grave with a tremendous force. Grave was moved only a little from the impact. He could feel the cold, but was not hurt by it. He could see Heintzs face, he was worried. When the ice dissipated Grave stepped forward.
“What are you?” Heintz yelled at him while backing off.
“I am have come for your soul. Consider it payback for almost having me killed.”
“What do come for my soul? You have been hanging around Kireek to long.”
“No, Kireek is dead remember? I have been hanging with a different crowed now.” He moved closer and started to pull off his hood. When he put his arms up to do so the sleeves fell down his arm. Now reveled to Heintz what hat he was, he knew that he could not live to tell a living soul.
“Oh god. Who the fu** are you? What the fu** are you?”
“Come now Heintz do not now me, it is Grave as you said.”
“No you are a monster pretending to be Grave.”
Grave quickly remembered a spell from the book that would revel his true face for a time. He cast the spell in his head, and to the horror of Heintz, it was Graves face.
“You are Grave. What do want from me. I can give you unlimited money, any weapon you want from my inventory, full access….”
Grave cut in half sentence. “I want your soul. Feel the power of the Undead army. Are prepared to feel the blackest of arts, from the deepest depths? Aye fear the Black Magic witch I now control.” Grave raised his hands and started to chant. “May Darkness consume the light to vanquish my enemies, Eclipse.” Grave roared. Then silence.
“Ha looks like that was a flop. I knew I should have killed you at first chance.”
Just then up by the sun, the moon was starting to cover it. They both said nothing as the moon completely covered the sun, blackening the sky.
“Looked like it worked after all.” Grave said with a laugh.
“Oh shit.” Heintz said under his breath as he started to run. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a beam being formed around the moon. The beam came together in the center of the moon, and shot down toward Heintz. The beam hit him, he was stopped suddenly. He looked up, unable to move anything else but his head, to a second beam forming with the one he was caught in. Grave looked on, with a smile across his face, wondering what will happen. The second beam came together, and started to come down. When it hit Heintz he started to scream within the light. His flesh started to turn black and his eyes went blank. Then with a sudden flash his skin turned blood red, and started to ooze down his skeleton, he was melting and could feel and see every horrifying second of it. His skin was melting to the ground starting form the legs up. He was screaming in agony for Grave to stop it. But it was to late as the melting flesh he reached his face he gave up hope. His skeleton stood there unmoving, lifeless. Grave started to move closer without realizing it. When he was only a few feet away the skeleton exploded. Grave covered his eye….. err eye sockets I guess, from flying bone. When he looked back nothing was left.
“Horrific way to die. But I could used to seeing it happen, kind of cool actually.”
He cast the teleport spell again, to see where it would take him next.

Here you go. Enjoy. More to come mabye tonigh or Thursday. *Edit first post* thanks Deadly.

Chapter5: The First Rank
Grave appeared in a remote part of Ragol where no living being had been from Pioneer2. “That went well.” He though. This was a hidden area in the Ruins that had yet to be discovered by the Hunters of Pioneer2. The only thing that had been there were a few crates from the original landing of Pioneer1s crew. Grave started to look around, no door, no windows. They only way out was what looked liked a hologram over a hole in the wall. Apparently no one wanted these crates to be found. He started to open one of the crates but was unable to, the latches had rusted closed. He turned to go out the hologram door when he heard what he thought was a horse. He turned to look but nothing was there. “What are you doing here little Caster? You are not to be here.” Came voice from no were followed by a horse winy. Grave looked around still not seeing anything.
“Who’s there he said?” He yelled.
“I am the guardian of these things.”
“Come out and show your face.”
Nothing happened for a minute then he heard a clopping of a horse from behind him. He turned to see an armored Shull Knight on a horse that was also of bone. A dead horse that was killed along with its rider, paring then for the after life. An impressive site, clad in black amour with red trim. The horse itself was covered in its own amour of the same kind. What was most impressive was the blade he carried. Long bladed with what looked like ancient text written on it. The hilt was like the knight amour, black with red trim. The end of the blade was curved up with a small hook on the end for catching enemies blades. It was a Killing Edge type blade, almost a lethal strike with every blow. A feared weapon, and with good reason. This was no ordinary Skull Knight the is was a Deathevn. Third line of defense for the in the Undead army when necessary. Always battle ready. “What are you doing here?” He asked again.
“I am here because the Flux spell brought me here.”
“That spell has the tendency to… malfunction.. at inappropriate times.”
“I see, so what are doing here?” Grave asked.
“I am guarding my treasure, little Caster.”
“I thought it was the Guardians job to guard treasures not yours?”
“It is but I like this rank better.”
“So you were a Guardian but when down in the ranks to this?” Grave asked with a little worry in his voice when the Deathevn raised his sword.
“Yes that is it. Now leave before I have to kill you.”
Grave turned to the wall “I would but I don’t how to leave. The hologram is now a solid wall.”
“I see, then that means we were destined to fight, the Reaper has said so.” He said
“What? You mean that we have to fight? Oh this is just getting better and better,”
The Deathevn raised his Killing Edge and yelled, “Give me strength.” He lowered it to Graves height. The hoarse whinnied and came charging at him. Grave moved out of the way.

“This is not going to be fun.” Grave thought to himself. He took the magic book from his robes, while the Deathevn said, “You are much quicker then most other Casters that I have killed guarding my rank. This is going to be more fun then I thought.” He turned his stead around and came back at Grave. Grave dodged the attack, but dropped the magic book. “Oh shit, I didn’t need to do that.” He said.
“You are powerless without that book, you are finished.” The Deathevn yelled as he came to take another pass. Grave jumped out of the way again, barely dodging the blade.
“Now you will feel your own magic.” The Deathevn said turning and taking out his own book. He raised the hand with the book in it. “Let the dark fire arise, Fenrir.” He yelled as a ball of black flame came from his book, swirling there for a moment before launching itself at Grave. Grave when to dodge it but followed him. He kept trying to dodge it but to avail. The Deathevn stood watching with an evil smile on its face. A voice in Graves head said, “The cloak is the key.” Grave ignored as the dark fire came back around. “The cloak is the key.” The voice said again. Grave thought for a moment. Trying to remember what exactly was in the magic book. He remembered something about a cloak or cape that when used properly could reflect magic. Grave was taking a chance but it was all he could do without that book. He turned to the on coming fire, raised his right arm to his left shoulder shielding his face with his robes. The ball of dark fire hit him square in the center. Grave felt the impact through his robes, it moved him a couple of feet. He could hear the Deathevn laughing. Grave used all the force in him to through the fire ball back at its creator. The Deathevn seen it coming but it was too late; it hit him square in the chest. The hoarse reeled back on its bone legs from the impact. The Deathevn was stunned by its own spell. Grave took the opportunity to run to the other side of the room to retrieve his spell book. The Deathevn was screaming in pain, and trying to catch its breath. Grave dropped to the floor and grabbed his book. He lifted it in the air and chanted. “Upon your death your powers are mine. Your stay in this rank is long over. Let the Reaper call our fate, Nosferatu.” Grave yelled. By now the Deathevn was out of its trance and coming for Grave. Only an inch away he stopped, no reason just, stopped. Grave moved away from the blade that was only a few inches away from his face. He moved to the back of the Deathevn. Then a light came from the Deathevn eyes, and any other hole in his amour or body. His body then disintegrated, leaving only the amour and the stead behind. Before Grave could do anything else the hollow amour came alive. It walked slowly to him, while Grave was backing off. It stopped when Graves back was to the wall. It took the helmet off and threw it at Grave. The helm hit Grave before he could move, instead of killing him or knocking him out, it merely attached to his head. Grave was stunned for a moment as the rest of the amour came at him, it jumped in the air and landed on him. Grave stood up confused at what just happened, but knew something was different with his body. He looked down at his robes, but they were gone replaced by the amour of the Deathevn. The black and red trim of the amour no longer old looking and rusty as it was on the other, it was shiny and new, and full of full more power. Grave could feel the power flowing through him, coursing through his body. He looked over at the stead who was staring back. The amour on it as well looked new. It come to him, Grave a little hesitant at first, but relaxed when it rubbed its boney face to his arm. Grave petted the horse saying, “Looks like we may together for a while eh?” He took the rains of it, and jumped up on its back. The horse naiad in reply. He sat for a moment, getting used to the feel of being on it. He felt something on his back that wasn’t there before. He turned the horse around to see but nothing. He felt now something heavy on his back. He reached over and grabbed the hilt of his new Killing Edge sword. He swung it in the air a few times to test the weight. It was nothing like his old familiar scythe but it would do. An amazing weapon unto itself. He sheathed the sword and searched amour, and found a new spell book. He read it put it back in its place for now. He wondered if this was it, or if there were more new powers to obtain. He searched the thoughts and continued on his way out the newly opened hologram door.

cool now hes a deathevn with shiny armor
*DZ then goes into a trance while staring at the shiny armor*

Chpater6: Irritation
Grave started to walk his new horse threw the ruins wondering what will he have to try to kill next or what would happen to him if he were killed. He came upon a large cavern that had a huge hole in the one side like it was from a blast of very powerful Razonda. He looked upon the hole, when suddenly the horse was startled. It whinnied and bucked almost knocking Grave off. “Easy boy easy it’s alright there’s nothing out there.” Grave said trying to calm the horse down. The horse regained composure and turned to keep going. When the horse and Grave turned there was a silhouette of a creature at the far end of the room. Grave couldn’t make out what it was at first but when it leaped in the air he knew. It was a Delsaber trying to guard the room. Grave gave the horse a kick and it took off as the Delsaber came down where they were. “Mmm this could be fun eh?” He said the horse as it whinnied in agreement. The Delsaber turned and started to run toward them. Grave kicked the horse in the side and it took off at full pace. Grave grabbed his sword and held it in a cutting position. As they came at each other another Delsabe appeared, and then another, and another. There were now four Delsabers all running toward Grave and his stead. The horse saw the new opponents and turned to run the other way as Grave was wondering what the hell was happening when they turned. “Hey hey what fu** do you think you are doing?” Grave yelled at the horse. The horse slowed a bit but ran faster when it noticed that the Delsabers were still there. “Turn the hell around you and there may be a soul or two in it for you.” He said the horse. The horse took a second to think this over, turned, and started back at the Delsabers. “There wasn’t so hard now was it? Now lets kill these damn things, they are only getting in my way.” The Delsabers held their sworded hands in the air and their shields to their faces. Grave gave a death yell as the two parties met. Grave swung his sword with all his might catching one foe with just the tip of the blade, while the others tried to kill horse. The horse reared up and kicked the closet Saber across the room killing it. One Delsaber caught Graves leg and tried to pull him off his horse. Grave took his sword aimed it down and put it square through the Delsabers head. Grave looked over to the Delsaber he had wounded. It was staggering around the room confused. It brought it sword up and plunged it deep into itself as it dropped to its knees disappearing. There were now only two left to deal with. Grave made the horse run to the other side of the room, the Dealsabers walking slowly over. Grave gave the horse another kick and then went sailing over to the Sabers at full bore. Grave put his helms faceplate down, as his horse shook its head and its own faceplate came down, witch had a small spike on the end of it, it knew what its master wanted to do. Grave again brought his sword up. The horse charged with all it own power as it lowered its head as well. The black and red amour glowed as if it were on fire. The Delsaber picked up the pace but in the opposite direction. They had turned when they seem they couldn’t win. Grave and his stead charged, they came right up behind the Dels with ease. Grave gave the horse a final kick in the ass, the horse responded by giving one last shot of energy. Grave brought his sword higher and drove into the back of the Delsaber. His horse then took the spike on its own amour and rammed it into the back of the other Delsaber, but kept going. The Delsabers struggled to get free but to no avail. They collided with the wall, the Delsabers impaled. Grave gave an evil laugh with an equally evil grim. He shut his eyes and consecrated. The Delsabers dissolved, but there was a faint glow and a silhouette were they had been. Their souls were all that were left of them. Slowly the horse withdrew from them, giving to killing them outright and banishing their souls. There their souls stood motionless. “Their souls are yours remember?” Grave said to the horse. The horse almost grinned itself remembering what he had said a while ago. The horse went over to the souls, gave a last whinny opened its mouth and started to breath deep. The souls that stood there started to move slightly, then suddenly they were sucked into the horses mouth. Grave looked a little disgusted but remembered were and what he was now. The horse bucked back a bit landed and grew just a little bigger. Grave jumped down and went to the front of the horse. Its eyes were redder then they were before flowing with a more power. “I hoped they tasted good with how fast you ate them.” Grave asked the his horse, and right now it was looking like it was his only friend. Grave jumped back up on his friend and cast the Flux spell again, concentrating on a small room in the mines that he could remember.

pretty good man, keep going with deese stories and u neva know, u may be able to publish it .

They are pretty good. Only problem I can see however is that every once in a while, (not often mind you) the grammar interferes with the story.

Yes I opallogize for that. My grammer has never been great.

cool your horse eats souls?? where did you get it i want one two!! lol

Chapter7: The Necromancer
Grave appeared in the room that he wanted to but something was wrong. He could feel a large heavy object on his back. He looked up to see that his horse was on his back instead of the other way around. “What the hell?” He said a little confused. He put the horse down and got on its back. “The Deathven was right the spell does fu** up once in a while. Come on you” Looking down at the horse. “Lets get moving I need to find something or someone.” Grave said with an uneasy feeling in him. He knew were he had to go but didn’t know how he knew. It was like a strange voice was calling him to an area. They started out into the mines not knowing were they were going to end up. As they walked they had to pass through a room with a couple of Dubchics in it. They fell easy even without taking down their control box. They moved into a dark room, with what looked like hanging capsules. “I know this place.” Grave thought. He walked to the center of the room where he saw what he thought was a Chaos Sorcerers staff. He drew his sword and started closer. He looked at the staff and realized he had never seen that kind of staff before. He went to take it from its place when a voice yelled. “Hold Deathevn.” Grave whipped around looking for the source of the voice. His horse put its faceplate down, worrying Grave. The staff moved around and then started to float in the air. Grave backed off a bit while putting down his own faceplate. He could barley see a shadow appearing in the shape of what looked like a twisted Chaos Sorcerer. The shape then materialized before him. For a split second Grave thought it was an undiscovered type of Sorcerer, but when he peered closer he knew he was wrong. The eyes were the wrong colour. The cloak was also not what the current Sorcerers were known to wear. The staff was to big and glowed with more power. Plus there was the fact that there were no crystals around it. He was also thinking of how it knew the name of what he was. The horse gave off a whinny and started to back off even more.
“I see that your horse knows when to give in and run Deathevn you could learn something from him.”
“The horse has nothing to do with this. Who are you are?” Grave yelled pissed.
“Why I an surprised. Such a class should know what I am. You are dumber then you look Deathevn.”
“Alright that is it, I don’t know what the hell you are but you won’t live to tell me. Now come lets us see who is stronger.” Grave said as he drew is blade once again.
“I am a Necromancer. Yes we will see who is stronger.” The Necromancer wailed as he raised his staff. Grave started to charge him when the all to familiar hands of Skull Knights started to rise from the ground. His horse kicked up and again almost knocked off Grave. Grave got control of the hors and continued his charge. The Skull Knights had started to emerge from the ground and picked up their weapons. Grave was about strike the Necromancer when he disappeared. Grave turned his horse to see that now his foe was now behind the small army of Skull Knights.
“What? Can’t fight your own fights? Bah, no matter I will cut through these weaklings and then come for you.” Grave cried as he charged toward the Knights with Killing Edge drawn and pointed toward them. His horse had put its head down and was ready for the fight. The Necromancer was just floating there, ready to make more servants if need be. Grave started to slash at the Skulls with his sword. They fell easy, but more just kept coming. He could feel his horse stopping and gouging at its own opponents, but Grave had to worry about himself at the moment. He brought his sword up and threw it into the crowed of Knights before him. He was able to cut a fair sized hole in the line and was able to get out of the center f the fight.
“I have fought your kind before little Deathevn. I know what you are capable of doing.” The Necromancer said as he raised a few more Knights.
Grave had got to the other side of the room by then and had his book in front of him reading out a spell to take out most of the Knights. “May the storm of the Undead… ahhh.” Grave yelled as a Knight struck him in the side where there was little amour. The horse then rose and kicked the Knight into an oncoming group of Knights knocking them over, the ones at the bottom being crushed by the weight. Grave looked down at the wound to see that he was missing a few inches of his left arm bone. The arm was just hanging there by nothing more then two inches of thin bone. The pain was unexplainable. Grave winced every time he moved, not showing it all the time. He started back into the Knights, hacking and slashing as he went. He had moved to the other side of the room where the Necromancer should have been, but when he turned it was on the other side again.
“You cannot hope to defeat me little one. Go back to were you came from and will let you walk away.”