Hunters of the Dusk - Part 1
It was the middle of the night, and only the sound of the bugs chirping and a wolf howling at the full moon
could be heard. A group of large, brutish, manlike creatures walked through the forest. They were the
creatures that were responsible for the destruction of this land, known to many as Ascalon. They were the
Charr. Little did they realize that they were being followed. As they continued down the trail, one of them
noticed something out of the corner of its eye. It was a wolf with a white coat that gave it an almost
ominous look. One of the creatures gestured over to it.
"Kill the annoying animal, we can save it for a snack later," it said. As another of the charr
slowly approached the wolf perked its head up and started growling.
"There, there, meat, I only want to kill you," the charr said grimly as he slowly approached it.
Suddenly the sounds of paws running were heard, as a second wolf, this one with a coat as black as the
night sky, lunged at the Charr. The charr screeched in shock and pain as the wolf ripped it apart. As his
fellows were moving to help him, a barrage of arrows came flying out of nowhere. The arrows exploded on
contact, killing several of the beasts and badly wounding the rest. The white wolf jumped into the action
along with the black one and together they killed many of the charr band. As the last few Charr fought for
their lives, two figures walked out of the forest. One had a exquisite jacket that showed his ranking in
the Ebon Vanguard, while the other had a glorious cuirass from a foreign land’s protectors, the Sunspears.
All of the Charr lay on the ground dead except for one. It quickly fled into the night in hopes of
surviving but was met by an arrow in the back of its neck, as a third figure hoped down from a branch. The
Charr fell to the ground without quivering at all. The white and black wolves returned to their masters
without being bidden, as the third figure lowered his bow.
"Nice shot Malus," one of the figures said.
"Thanks. Those were some decent shots yourself Sithis" Malus replied. The last figure walked up.
"Oh I see how it is. You compliment each other on your work but not mine. Typical" he said
sarcastically.
"Bah, your wolf does all the work Dagger, you just keep it alive" Sithis said laughing.
"Yeah? I bet Atrum could beat your Niveus AND you any day, any time" Dagger replied angrily.
"He-he, you wouldn’t stand a chance against m-" but before Sithis could finish his comeback
another wave of charr charged at them out of the darkness.
Immediately, Sithis shot several arrows off, all exploding on impact, while Malus simply poisoned his
arrows and fired them into the mass of charging charr. Dagger, who had crippled his hand in an accident
years ago, relied on his pet wolf, Atrum, to do most of his fighting. Atrum lunged at the nearest charr,
maiming it and pulling it to the ground. Within seconds the entire group was dead.
"Why are there so many charr around lately?" Malus asked, puzzled.
"There must be something big happening. We should check it out" replied Sithis. Dagger picked up
a piece of paper from where a charr had dropped it.
"Looks like we’re going to go to the Citadel of Flames then" he said trying to contain his
excitement. "There's one of the reasons there are so many charr lately".
"What's this citadel?" Sithis asked.
"I have no idea but it sounds like its crawling with charr, just waiting to be killed" Dagger
replied evilly.
"So basically we have to fight through armies and armies of charr to get to the shaman, not to mention
whatever he has guarding him?" Malus asked.
"Hmmm. Yeah, pretty much" Dagger said happily.
"Sounds destructive, can't wait!" Malus replied, laughing as the group set out to find this
so called Citadel of Flames.
