Troknir

March 3 9642.X.D

Everything in Troknir is suppose to be under-control. The King, Jodrah Septir, wanted peace, but knew it wasn't nearly possible in

troknir, so instead he let many fighters with professions protect his realm, the city of Kintox, also known as the capital of Toknir. It was a city full of trades, silks from the north, pots from western Avrica, and jewelery from eastern Wegort, the place was a

merchant's dream. There were stores full of magic, from runes to enchant ments, any spellcaster would fell at home. Armorers had

the best for warriors, paragons and paladins alike, while the black smith made their axes and swords. Magic Emporiums made

spell-equipped armors fit for elementalists and Mesmer's, teachings were provided and staffs and canes were sold. the church and

Holy Shrines took in many monks from all over the country, teaching them the art of healing. At the cemetery hall, the dark arts of

Ritualists and Necromancers were casted and the dead arose from their graves, as zombie and ghost. And at last but not least the deadly Assassins Guild, which in the community was told never to exist, even the Watch had no idea, but they had hid in a

abandoned shack at the very bottom of the shack, doing the deed of silent killing for rich folk. But hidden from the public in the Castle Floret where King Septir stayed, is a truly dark secret. Beneath the jail of the Watch, under the food cellars, was the

greatest place one could ever imagine that was never to be seen by anyone or found, only to be protected until the end of time. It was called "The Hall of Forbidden Arts" and it was secured by two Ice Guardians. No one was allowed in or out, to tell you the truth, it was a terrible place. Full of potions, Dark Arts Scrolls and dormant creatures, they were all forbidden. unfortunately they

cannot destroy them, but can be kept away from wrong hands. Many merchants and rag-tag batttlemages pay millions of gold just to have these artifacts stolen. But so far, the Ice Guardians have kept their ground, and no one has ever been able to break in till to day. Two thieves have been requested by a really wealthy man to take a casket from the Hall, and they had agreed to do this

dangerous task for their reward: many gold. They were told not to open the casket. the robbers had asked what was wrong with opening it but the merchant said "Just don't do it, just don't". Very soon the thieves had taken their tools and arrived in Castle Floret by nightfall. "Take out the enchantment mat and spread it out over here, right here, that's right, and seal it. Don't say anything wrong, I don't want to do this by myself" the female thief said. Her partner swore and lay out the scroll. He spoke a few words,

and the scroll sunk into the ground and a sudden spark ignited through the ground and drilled it's way to the Hall. "Quick Petra Grab on!" shouted the male. Petra obediently held on to the spark with her gloves and soon propelled with her partner through the ground, going down and down and down. Soon they had hit concrete and had crashed through it , landing on heaps of broken

cement and dust. Petra sneezed, "Direct the stupid thing better next time, Morgan..." She was cut off short as she saw a hulk of ice, shaped like a troll, just two times bigger. "Probably one of them Ice Guardians" she thought and then she swore and went to her right with Morgan but soon the Ice Guardian was on their tail. It shot icicles at Petra but Morgan grabbed her just in time and the shot missed her and had impaled the wall instead.. Petra gasped in awe as the icicles melted and turned into another Ice

Guardian. She turned around, and saw the casket. Morgan jumped in front of here and unsheathed a flaming dagger, " You get the casket, I'll take care of 'them' " As soon he said it, Petra rushed to the casket, pulling out her tools at the same time. Morgan faced the Guardians. They cautious step back, but weren't penetrated by fear, and came at Morgan, into close-combat which was

a vital mistake. Morgan st abed one in the heart, and twisted. The Guardian roared in pain as it was completely combusted. It soon fell to the ground, and melted into a pool of water. the other Guardian had caught it's leg on fire and was hopping around

crazily, screaming and screaming. It soon tripped to the ground and Morgan sneered, "Let me help you, my friend". He struck it's face, and it's head exploded into a million ice particles. Morgan kicked the headless body away and walked to Petra.

"You have it?"

"Yes, I was able to get it but there is a problem..."

"What's the problem?"

"The casket's top is tearing away...I don't know how..."

"What?"

He looked behind Petra, where the casket's top was ripping. "I think we should leave, we have failed our mission, and he said..." He bit his lip and grabbed Petra. there was a sudden pop and fizz. He looked back and a skeletal figure with wings had

came out It screamed " ah, it's been so long since I have tasted clean air, but now I am FREE thanks to you, child" It popped a bone "HM, It seems that there is no flesh on me, but human flesh would do!" Petra and Morgan screamed as their flesh

had left them and morphed on to the creature. The bones of the thieves fell to the ground and dissolved in to the air. The demon flexed it's wrist. "Not bad, not bad at all. Now let's call some friends from below!"

The demon drew symbols in the air, and said a few words, and in a moment a great beam of light shot through the Castle. The beam reached and killed him instantly, still going up, all the way to the heavens,

like a halo in the sky. Then, the earth cracked open, dragons came out and burned ever thing to ashes, and oblivion had opened it's gates.