Song of Sadness
Vash back story
Growing up in a farming community, Vash longed for excitement in his life. To alleviate the dull monotony of going to the school house in the morning and working the fields in the afternoon with his father and brother. Vash did gleam enjoyment from his friends and family, playing with the boys in the river as a youth to flirting with the girls as an adolescent. When Vash was 15 his flirting lead to a deeper relationship with May, a girl whom he’d had a crush on for longer than even he new. They become very very close over the years.
Over the course of his life in between school, farming and hanging out with friends Vash spent much of his free time with an elder man who lived on the edge of the village. There was a rumor in the village that the man was a great hero who had grown old and had his exploits forgotten. Vash knew the rumor was true. The old man had taken a liking to Vash and he told Vash of the many tales of adventure the man had experienced. The old man told Vash of how he had once been a member of a group who had concurred an entire Merlock Legion and a tribe or two of Harpies. Vash thought the old man was crazy but the stories were always so vibrantly told and full of humor and intrigue that Vash always listened intently. The old man decided to train Vash when he came of age in the art of sword play. When Vash came of age and he agreed, thinking it would be a nice distraction from the mundane boring Sunday afternoons when all of his friends spent time with their families. His own family, usually spent Sunday’s doing there own things. His mother and younger sister would go to the village temple to pray to the gods of the country side, his father would often relax with a book from his impressively extensive library which he had received from his own father who had been a wizard of some re-noun in his own time. The old man found that Vash had an uncanny talent for the sort sword and the old man often wished he could see what Vash could do with a true blade and shield working in unison.
Vashes would come to long for these carefree days of his youth.
On the summer harvest festal of Vashes 20th year he proposed to his beloved May at the great bonfire. To non of the attendees great surprise she said yes and the wedding was set to be held in a week.
The intern 5 days became a recurring nightmare Vash would have for the rest of his life.
On the first day the sky darkened and it began to rain. The rain gradually became an intense down pour. No one gave this very much thought, though a heavy rain like this was somewhat unusual for this time of year.
On the second day the wind howled and the temperature plummeted. Had it still been raining the village would have experienced the first blizzard in memory.
On the third day, it began. It started in the early hours of the morning. A friend of Vashes brother came running to Vashes house exclaiming that his parents were acting like they were possessed. Vashes father and brother calmed the boy and went with him to see what was going on. His father lasts words to Vash were “look after your mother and sister”. After a few hours his father returned, though he looked as the boy had described his own parents. He called out to his family but they did not understand him, as he called out he raised his head and tilted it. Vash froze with fear as the most hideous smile spread across his face. He stared at what he knew was no longer his father and told his mother and sister to get away from the door. The “thing” outside called again to what was “its” family and began lumbering to the door. Vash ran to the fire place to grab a poker, pausing to renumber his father using it not to long ago to tend the fire as he laughed at his children shenanigans. His thought immediately went to what had become of his brother and again he froze. He was snapped out of his fear by his sisters scream as “it” crashed “its” hand through the door and ripped it off.
Growing up on the farm had made Vash strong, and he knew his father was stronger than him. He also knew that door had taken four men, each as strong as his father had been to put into place on its metal hinge. This thought quickly vanished has the door crashed down 20 feet away from the “thing” that had thrown it. His mother was screaming at the “thing” as it lumbered toward her and her daughter, drool now oozing from its mouth. Vash charged the “thing” and was brushed a side as if no more than a fly and crashed into the far wall of the house. He stood, dazed but a where that his mother and sister had just been decapitated and cut open by “it”. There was no freeze this time, he saw his mothers head dangling from her body, attached only by a single thread of muscle. There was no pause has he saw his sisters insides spill over the floor of what had been and would never again be, his families home. Vash leaped into the air in a blind rage moving as a blur. The poker struck the beast that had ended Vashes family. Vash ripped the beast head off, spun around from the momentum and brought the weapon down on the beast legs, shattering all of the bones. As the beast began to fall to the floor it turned to dust. The poker was glowing with a faint white light. Vash noticed neither of these as he looked up to see what was his younger brother staring at him from the door with the same vile grin he has seen his father use. Vash rammed the poker into that repulsive face. The new beast also turned to a pile of dust. Vash looked around him and sunk to the floor, crying. In less time than it took him to walk across what was his home, it had become a grave. He did not cry long for his thought now turned to his betrothed: May.
Vash left the newest grave site in his town and heard screams and shooting all around him. For the moment he cared nothing of them. He raced with unnatural speed to May’s home, poker in hand. As he ran he dreaded what he would find once he arrived at the home of his beloved. As he came into site of her house his heart sank. He had seen smoke rising from the general direction of it since he began his sprint to reach her but had convinced himself it was from another building. Reality shattered that delusion. The house was completely engulfed in a raging fire with several lumbering bodies walking out of it. Fire it seemed had minimal effect on the beasts. As Vash began to fall into an inescapable pit of despair he heard a familiar voice call to him from behind a near by building. He turned to see an angles hand pull him from the darkness he had fallen into.
May told him of what had become of her family, her father, mother and three sisters had gone out that morning to collect wood to stave off the cold while she made breakfast. After waiting several hours she went to go look for them and saw her eldest sister walking toward the house. She described the grin that had already been burned into his memory far to well and how May managed to escape the beast when she knocked over the oil lamp on the kitchen table setting the carpet on fire. Fire, it turned out did frighten the beasts but only until they figured out it did no actual damage to them. During the beasts confusion May had escaped out the back door and had begun heading for Vashes house when she saw him running. It was at this time that May noticed the fire poker glowing with a dim white light. Both of them had no idea why and had minimal time to conjecture as at that moment they heard a very loud screech. They turned to see, to there horror that Mays “father” had come back. Vash, immediately moved against him and succeed in cutting the beast arm off with the poker. Vash had no time to contemplate why the blunt poker had cut through the arm as a knife cut threw soft freshly churned butter. The beast screamed and using the remaining arm knocked Vash away. Vash was able to block the brunt of the blow with the poker and so after a short flight was able to see that May was about to meet the same fate as his family. Out of desperation, anger and a furry against these beast that was unmatched Vash charged. He new he would not make it in time. He knew he was about to lose that last thing in this life that he cared for. Without thinking he punched the air in rage against the beast. White light erupted from his fist and flew toward the beast. It struck. The beast dissolved into nothingness as Vash stood there in shock, staring at his fist and at the poker now a brilliant white rod. May came over to him, shaken and confused. They looked at each other not understanding any of what was going, from the beasts that just hours before were family to the fact that Vash was holding a brilliantly glowing white fire place poker and could shoot white light from his fist. Not knowing were else to go or what to do Vash decided to go see the old man. On the way to the mans house the two of them saw that their village had been destroyed. Buildings were on fire all around them. Piles of rubble littered the ground everywhere. They saw many of their old friends either mutilated by the beasts or lumbering about as beasts. Vash and May finally arrived at the old mans house after an hour of hiding, crying, and comforting each other. What they saw when they arrived stunned them. In the middle of a pile of grinning sliced up bodies stood a man with a broadsword that looked as if it had seen many battles. The mans body was covered is scars that had healed long ago and signs of magic that had been used to heal bones. Both new comers stood in awe at this stranger, wondering who he was. He turned to them with a look of such intensity that May collapsed and Vash fell to his knees. The old mans expression softened immediately upon recognizing them. He also noticed the glowing fire poker in Vashes hand but payed it no mind for the time. He called them over to him. Vash who had spent many days with the old man realized that it was him and went. The old man explained to them that what had happened in the town was the work of an extremely power necromancer. Vash asked why anyone would do this, May was near tears at this point. The old man told them that during his travels as a young man with his companions they had come across a powerful necromancer and he had asked the man a similar question at the time. The answer he was given still chilled him to the bone to this day. A vile grin.
When Vash asked if the old mans group defeated the necromancer the old man shook his head. They were an even match for the man and his vast armies of undead but just as they were about to defeat him, the man fled. Vash pointed out that their family and friends who had become what he now understood to be undead all had a similar vile grin. The old man did not know if there was a connection, as he new very little of necromancers in general.
The old man shifted the conversation to Vashes poker. Vash of course had no idea why it glowed. The old man asked him to lay it on the ground and as Vash did the glow immediately disappeared. The old man nodded in understanding and told him that Vash had apparently been touched by a deity of some sort and had become a Paladin. Vash told him of the light that had come from his fist and the old man’s eyes widened. The old man explained that was a extremely rare Paladin ability that only the most powerful of them could learn and master. Vash, claiming that the only combat training of any sort he had ever had was from the old man told him and that he must be senile. It was impossible, he was no Paladin much less one of the strongest. The old man agreed that it was unbelievable but insisted that Vash had indeed used the technique “Holy Nova”. Vash fell back against a wall and slide to the floor, head falling to his hands. May came over and put her arms around him. The old man left the room to go put some tea on.
The fourth day was spent with the old man teaching Vash what he knew of Paladins from his journeys. The beasts seemed to have disappeared but the old man warned them to not venture outside just yet.
The fifth day came. As Vash awoke he turned to see May still sleeping next to him. He smiled and brushed some hair from her face. He got out of bed and saw the old man. The old man had the sword Vash had seen him wield two days before and was awed at how strong the old man must have been in his youth. If he was strong enough to wield that weapon with the skill to kill as many of those monsters as Vash saw him kill on the third day, he must have been a god in his prime. May groaned as she stretched her arms and woke up. She had a sad look on here face as she looked at Vash. He knew why, he felt the same way. This was the day they were supposed to be married. The old man stood at the window staring off into the distance. The old man was smart enough to scene the mood of the room. Vash had invited him to the wedding personally and he had been looking forward to attending. He could only guess how they felt now. Looking out the window, he new they were going to feel worse before the day was done. If any of them made it till then end of the day. After a silent breakfast Vash asked the old man why he was wearing his sword and what he had been starring out the window at. The old man only pointed to were the pile of bodies he had slain had been. May went white when she realized what that meant. Vash grabbed his poker. On the fourth day he had learned when he grabbed the poker it glowed with a soft white light. The old man told them their only chance of survival was to make it to the next city were a garrison was stationed. He also told them that as soon as they left the shelter of the house they would most likely be attacked. The old man began packing supplies. Vash and May looked at each other. They knew this was probably there last day together. The old man said he would protect them to the best of his ability but in his old age he didn’t think it would be enough. May began packing what she could, food, bed rolls and so forth. The old man had disappeared to the back room and emerged with an old but sturdy looking shield and gave it to Vash. May, whose hands were shaking and legs buckling dropped a container that had held bread. As it hit the ground she broke down. Vash went to her as they embraced the old man clenched his fist and punched a wall. Vash looked at him with a glare but noticed the old man was crying as well. May noticed this and asked why.
The old man said that he was once considered the greatest swordsman in the land. He was renowned across the continent for his godlike skills. If he was at his peak the undead would be no match for him. His age had caught up with him and he had got on in years to the point were he was a mere fraction of his old self. He expressed his frustration at not being able to protect the young lovers from the fate that awaited them outside. The old man stood up and looked at them square in the eye. “I will stay here and distract these undead while you two escape. You must make it to the next town by night fall.” Vash asked him for his name, realizing to his embarrassment that he had never asked for the old mans name.
“My name is Wolfwood”.
May finished packing and the old man gave them all the money he had. 20 gold pieces was more money than the young lovers had ever seen in there life. Wolfwood explained it would be more if he didn’t drink so much in his youth. May slung the sack she had prepared over her shoulder and Vash picked up his fire poker and shield. Wolfwood unsheathed his sword and walked to the front door. “As soon as they start attacking me go to the back and run as fast and far as you can to the next town. After you are exhausted you must keep moving at a brisk walk if you are going to make it to the next town by nightfall”. With that Wolfwood opened the door and walked outside. Immediately Wolfwood was surrounded by undead abominations. They no longer even looked remotely human. Vash saw Wolfwood smile as he shouted, “come at me you bastards, lets make this fun!” Vash and May gave him once last glanced as he turned back to them and smiled at them as his sword sliced through five of them at once as if they were air. The young couple ran for the back door and did not look back.
After running for what seemed to them an eternity, May called to Vash to stop. After a short rest they set out again toward the nearest city. After a long day of travel with next to no rest they reached the top of a hill and looked down into the valley were the city was. May dropped the sack she had been carrying and the contents spilled out as she fell to her knees crying into her palms.
The city was ablaze.
The field between what was the city and the pair was full of what had once been its citizens, all grinning with their heads tilted.
There were no other cities, towns or villages for 100 miles.
May sobbed, Vash clenched his fists.
Knelling next to the woman that he loved more than anything in the world and looking at her in the eyes Vash said “I will not let you die so long as I am alive” May held his hand and kissed him. She knew him well enough to know he was acting big and tough for her in there last hour together. She knew, just as well as he did that they were going to die that night, in that field. Vash knew they were indeed not going to survive this. He knew he would never be able to marry May, never see his first born child, never grow old with her. He also knew they would not go down before he killed some of the abominations.
As the abominations became a where of them and started to lumber toward them May and Vash stood up embraced each other one final time and began to run. The abominations lumbering became an impossible fast gate and they were surrounded almost immediately. Vash, staying true to his word killed several of them turning them to dust before they overwhelmed him. His legs broken and innards spilled over the ground all he could think was how he wanted to fight them, how he wanted to destroy all of the undead that were in the world. As he saw May torn to piece in front of him he glowed a brilliant white and was suddenly surrounded by dust piles.
Vash awoke in the field. He was holding his poker and the shield Wolfwood had given him. he looked down and saw his body and Mays body. Somehow the corpses were holding hands. Naturally assuming he was in the next life he looked for May, called for May and did not find her.
“YOU WILL NEVER SEE MAY AGAIN, YOUR FATE IS DIFFERENT FROM THE ONE YOU SEARCH FOR”
Vash fell to his knees holding his hands to his ears at the booming sound.
“YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN FOR A DIFFERENT PURPOSE YOUNG PALADIN.”
“Who are you? Where am I and why do you claim that I will never see May again?”
“YOU ARE IN THE SAME FIELD THAT YOUR OLD SELF DIED IN. I AM THE GOD MIRO, IT SADDENS ME GREATLY BUT THE NECROMANCER WHO HAS CAUSED ALL OF THIS THAT YOU HAVE EXPERIENCED WAS BLESSED BY MY BROTHER, THE DEMON OHONMIRO.”
“I don’t understand, I have never even heard of a god with your name much less a demon of that name”
“WE ARE NOT WELL KNOWN TO THE GREATER POPULOUS, THOUGH IT PLEASED ME GREATLY THAT YOUR MOTHER AND SISTER WOULD PRAY TO ME WEEKLY.”
At the mention of his mother and sister Vash realized if what this god whom he never heard of, said was true he would never see his parents and siblings again either.
“What does a god so few have ever heard of want with me?”
“MY DUTY IS TO BALANCE THE EVIL YANG OF MY BROTHER WITH MY YIN. THE NECROMANCER HE HAS BLESSED HAS DISRUPTED THAT BALANCE. THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED HOWEVER I DID NOT NEED TO ACT THE LAST TIME AS THAT NECROMANCER FELL OUT OF FAVOR WITH MY BROTHER AND LOST HIS POWERS. THIS TIME I CAN NOT AFFORD TO WAIT FOR SUCH A FORTUNATE TURN OF EVENTS.”
“Why do you not simply smite this necromancer and be done with it, you are a god right?”
“SHORT SITED MORTAL YOU ARE AMUSING, IF I WAS TO “SMITE” THE MAN AS YOU SUGGEST THAT WOULD TILT THE BALANCE TO MY FAVOR"
“And that is bad? You could have saved my village! you could have saved May!”
“YOU ARE CORRECT, I COULD HAVE. HOWEVER WITH THE SCALES TIPPED TO MY FAVOR THAT WOULD HAVE OPENED THE DOOR FOR MY BROTHER TO DO SOME HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE THINGS. WHEN A GOD ACTS DIRECTLY YOU SEE, THEIR POWER INFUSES THE LAND WITH IMMENSE AMOUNTS OF YIN OR YANG ENERGY. THE ONLY WAY TO RESTORE BALANCE WOULD BE FOR A GOD OF THE OPPOSING ENERGY TO ACT THEMSELVES. NO MORTALS ACTIONS COULD AMOUNT TO BEING SO RIGHTEOUS OR MALICE TO RESTORE BALANCE.”
“Are you saying that while you may have saved my village your brother could have done what, destroy an entire nation?”
“YOU MAY BE AMUSING MORTAL BUT IT SEEMS YOU HAVE SOME INTELLIGENCE ABOUT YOU. YES THOUGH IT SOUNDS CRUEL SAVING YOUR VILLAGE WOULD HAVE RESULTED IN A CATASTROPHE MANY TIMES WORSE THAN A SINGLE VILLAGE AND CITY BEING DESTROYED.”
“I still don’t see what this has to do with me”
“AS MY BROTHER BLESSED A MORTAL WITH IMMENSE POWER I TO SHALL BLESS A MORTAL WITH IMMENSE POWER TO FIGHT AGAINST THE ONE MY BROTHER CHOSE.”
“You mean me?!”
“Couldn’t you have done this before everything I hold dear was destroyed in front of my eyes?”
Vash feeling exasperated by this rages to the unseen god “WHY THE HELL NOT?!”
“IN ORDER TO RECEIVE A BLESSING FROM A GOD AS POWERFUL AS WHAT I SHALL BESTOW TO YOU THE MORTAL MUST FIRST DIE SO THEY CAN BE REMADE BY THE GOD WHO SHALL BLESS THEM”
“All I had to do was die and I could have saved them? I could have saved all of them?!”
“LET ME FINISH YOU IMPATIENT MORTAL. NO, JUST DYING WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ENOUGH. IF IT WAS I COULD HAVE HAD A TREE CRUSH YOU OR YOUR HOUSE COLLAPSE ON YOU. IN ADDITION TO DYING YOURSELF ALL THOSE DEAR TO YOU HAD TO DIE FIRST.”
“But why, why did they have to die like that”
“SO THAT THEY COULD GIVE YOU POWER”
“how is them dying supposed to give me power” Vash whimpered.
“BECAUSE IT IS THROUGH THEIR SOULS I SHALL GIVE YOU MY BLESSING. IT IS THROUGH THEIR SOULS THAT I SHALL MAKE YOU MY PALADIN.”
As this last proclamation from Miro echoed in Vashes head a translucent figure appeared in front of Vash.
“KNEEL BEFORE ME VASH”
Vash, completely over whelmed by this experience knelt in front of the figure while holding his fire poker and shield.
“RECEIVE THE SOUL OF YOUR FATHER, TO GIVE YOU STRENGTH.”
“RECEIVE THE SOUL OF YOUR MOTHER, TO GIVE YOU COMPASSION”
“RECEIVE THE SOUL OF YOUR SISTER, TO GIVE YOU KINDNESS”
“RECEIVE THE SOUL OF YOUR BROTHER, TO GIVE YOU COURAGE”
“RECEIVE THE SOUL OF YOUR FRIEND WOLFWOOD, TO GIVE YOU PROWESS IN BATTLE”
“RECEIVE THE SOUL OF MAY, TO GIVE YOU LOVE”
“RISE NOW VASH, 1ST PALADIN OF THE GOD MIRO”
As Vash stood he felt power surge through him. His family’s fire poker turned into a gleaming sword that shown a brilliant white. The shield that had been given to him sparkled like new. He waved the sword and it felt as if he had a life time of expertise using it. Vash turned to Miro and said “I Vash shall pledge my self to you as your 1st Paladin” Miro nodded his approval. “What would you have me do Miro?”
“TO START WITH I WOULD SUGGEST CLEARING THESE ABOMINATIONS FROM THIS REGION, THEY ARE BLIGHT ON THE LAND THAT WOULD ONLY SPREAD CAUSING MORE HARDSHIPS.”
“Of course Miro that is obvious, I meant after that should I go and kill the necromancer?”
“UNFORTUNATELY AS YOU ARE YOU HE WOULD, HOW DO YOU MORTALS SAY IT? ‘WIPE THE FLOOR WITH YOU’ I BELIEVE ABOUT SUMS IT UP”.
“Why give me these powers if I cant even beat the guy? I feel like I could take on an army!”
“UNDERSTAND VASH, YOU CAN FIGHT AN ARMY, OF UNDEAD. NORMAL LIVING FOES ARE HOWEVER NOT SO EASY FOR YOU AND WHILE HE IS A NECROMANCER OF THE HIGHEST ORDER, YOUR ENEMY IS MOST DEFIANTLY A LIVING INDIVIDUAL. I COULD HAVE GIVEN YOU THE POWER TO FIGHT ON PAR WITH HIM, TO BE LOCKED IN A NEVER ENDING CONFLICT WITH HIM, NEITHER OF YOU TRULY ABLE TO FINISH THE OTHER OFF. I PERSONALLY THINK THAT WOULD GET BORING AFTER THE FIRST 100 YEARS AND ON TOP OF THAT THE DAMAGED CAUSED BY YOU TWO WOULD BECOME SO GREAT THAT OTHER PARTIES WOULD HAVE TO INTERVENE. THAT WOULD CAUSE CERTAIN….ISSUES TO ARISE ON MY END”
“So you give me enough power to wipe out these undead and then die to the necromancer?”
“NO, I GAVE YOU A DIFFERENT GIFT. WERE MY BROTHER GAVE HIS NECROMANCER THE GIFT OF IMMENSE POWER HE CAN NEVER BECOME STRONGER THAN HE CURRENTLY IS. WHAT I GAVE YOU IS THE GIFT TO GROW. AS YOU ARE, THE BEST YOU CAN DO IS HANDLE SOME MEASLY UNDEAD AND THANKS TO THE INFLUENCE OF HIS SOUL AND THE TRAINING HE GAVE YOU AS A LIVING PERSON WOLFWOOD HAS GIVEN YOU THE ABILITY TO HOLD YOUR OWN IN A FIGHT. BUT IT IS UP TO YOU TO GROW. IT IS UP TO YOU TO SURPASS WERE YOU ARE NOW. YOU HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO BECOME A GOD YOURSELF ONE DAY. THOUGH I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT. THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR THIS ALMOST LIMITLESS POTENTIAL IS THAT YOU MUST START AT THE BOTTOM AND WORK YOUR WAY UP.
“I still do not know what you want me to do after these undead have been slain”
Vash sighed, the events of the past week coming into his mind. Thinking back to how he actually thought that the heavy rain they were getting would help refill the lakes and wells in and near the city 5 days ago. The though it was a helpful rain made him feel sick to his stomach.
“THERE ARE SEVERAL OTHER BITS OF INFORMATION YOU SHOULD KNOW BEFORE I LEAVE YOU VASH”
“What do you mean ‘leave me’”
“AS YOU HAVE POINTED OUT YOUR SELF I AM NOT A WELL KNOWN GOD. OUTSIDE OF THIS VALLEY I HOLD VIRTUALLY NO POWER. YOUR QUEST WILL FORCE YOU TO LEAVE MY SPHERE OF INFLUENCE. AS THE NECROMANCER HAS LEFT MY BROTHERS ALREADY.”
“You mean he is no longer in this region?! But this is a huge region, it is a 5 day journey to cross from one end to the other!”
“HE LEFT FIVE DAYS AGO AFTER HE INFECTED SEVERAL ANIMALS WITH HIS NECROMANCER MAGIC HE LET THEM GO AND INFECT OTHERS WHILE HE MOVED ON. WHERE HE WENT EVEN MY BROTHER SHOULDN’T KNOW. I SUSPECT PART OF THE REASON THAT MY BROTHER HAS BEEN GRANTING MORTALS SUCH POWERFUL ABILITIES IS TO TRY TO EXPAND HIS SPHERE OF INFLUENCE. IF HIS NECROMANCERS CAN SPREAD ENOUGH OF HIS POWER THROUGH OUT THE LAND HE WILL GAIN ADDITIONAL TERRITORIES.”
“You wouldn’t happen to be doing the same thing with me now would you Miro?”
“NO YOUNG MORTAL, MY BROTHER HAS INFUSED A TREMENDOUS AMOUNT OF HIS POWER INTO THIS INDIVIDUAL. HE MAY EVENTUALLY MAKE MORE BUT EACH TIME HE DOES THIS HE MUST REST FOR A NUMBER OF YEARS AS HE RECOVERS HIS STRENGTH. CONVERSELY I GAVE JUST A SMALL AMOUNT OF MY POWER. JUST ENOUGH TO GET YOU ON THE RIGHT PATH TO EVENTUALLY SURPASS THAT WHICH MY BROTHER HAS WROUGHT ON THIS WORLD. IT WILL TAKE YOU TIME TO BECOME STRONG ENOUGH TO FIGHT THE NECROMANCER. I HOWEVER HAVE ALREADY RECOVERED AND CAN BEGIN HEALING THE LAND THAT MY BROTHER HAS TAINTED JUST AS SOON AS YOU REMOVE THE ABOMINATIONS FROM IT.
“I see” said Vash with a confused look. “You gods don’t make much since”
“JUST AS YOU HUMANS MAKE LITTLE SINCE TO A DOG”
“Low blow bro”
“I DO NOT SEE WHAT YOU MEAN, DOGS ARE MAGNIFICENT CREATES, LOYAL, FRIENDLY AND HONORABLE. THEY MAY NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE WORLD, BUT THEY ENJOY LIVING IN IT.”
“You gods really do not make much since”
“ITS LIKE ARGUING WITH A DOG”
“……..moving on from that is there anything else I should know?”
“YES, PART OF MY GIFT TO YOU IS THAT I HAVE BESTOWED UPON YOU MANY SPECIAL ABILITIES. SOME YOU ARE NOT YET READY TO CONTROL BUT WHEN YOU ARE READY THEY WILL BE SECOND NATURE TO YOU.”
“Can you tell me what they are?”
“NOW WERE WOULD THE FUN IN THAT BE LITTLE MORTAL”
“I see gods have an annoying sense of humor as well”
“EVEN GODS NEED SOME FORM OF ENTERTAINMENT”
Vash rolled his eyes as the board god continued talking.
“ONE LAST THING BEFORE YOU GET TO IT. AS YOU ARE NOW YOU CAN NOT AGE AND YOU CAN NOT BE SICK, HOWEVER YOU ARE STILL MORTAL AND AS SUCH CAN DIE. BE WARNED THOUGH IF YOU SLACK OFF IN YOUR QUEST TO DESTROY THE NECROMANCER I WILL REVOKE ALL THE POWERS I HAVE GIVEN YOU. ONCE YOU HAVE SLAIN THE NECROMANCER YOU WILL ONCE AGAIN AGE AND BE VULNERABLE TO DISEASE AS I WILL HAVE LOST MY INFLUENCE ON YOU AT THAT POINT. HOWEVER ALL OF THE FIGHTING TECHNIQUES AND SPECIAL ABILITIES YOU HAVE WILL REMAIN YOURS AS YOU WILL HAVE EARNED THEM YOURSELF. YOU WILL BE A MIGHTY WARRIOR WHEN THIS IS ALL SAID AND DONE OR YOU WILL BE DEAD. THAT IS ALL I HAVE FOR YOU VASH, FAREWELL”
Vash stood there as the translucent figure vanished into air. he once again looked down at his past self. He could not help but weep for what he had lost in the past five days. After a long while he stood up and vowed that he would use the gifts he had received to not only destroy that damned necromancer but to save others from undead scourges and necromancers alike. He knelt down and collected the materials that his beloved had packed for them to flee with and slung the sack around his neck and began hunting the abomination that had destroyed all he had known.
A year after the valley had been cleansed Vash still heard tails of the mysterious warrior who had single handedly defeated an entire legion of undead abominations in almost every tavern he went to. He did not know it at the time but there had been survivors in the valley near the city hiding from the abominations and waiting for their doom. They had seen him moving like a blur destroying the abominations with a touch of his sword and spread the tale. This was fueled by further tales of a man wiping out undead swarms throughout the land. Every time Vash heard these tales he had to laugh. While is was true he had been traveling through out the land wiping out undead were ever he went all the stories always embellished or twisted the facts somehow. They only got four parts right. He was a man, he had a sword and shield, wore fine plate armor and he always fought with what looked like a rag around his back. Vash didn’t think that the city he was entering into now would be any different……