Fall From Grace
Part 1:
An odd city sat quietly among a unique realm. The flickering of flames from freshly lit torches illuminated the shadowy streets, still giving off the smell of freshly cut trees. The city's inhabitants were nowhere to be seen, thanks to the strict curfew placed on the realm. This night in particular was slightly humid and a light, cool breeze flew gently over the streets. The trickling of water could be heard amidst the serene silence, but this was merely the quiet before the coming storm.
Deep into the city, past the vibrant gardens and dark plants, sat a magnificent palace. Simple walkways around the gardens, made out of finely placed stone, led to the entrances of the castle.
Through the front doors was a long, ornately decorated room. There stood a tall being and on the throne beside him sat a figure. The figure was seemingly an Imperial with long, black hair and green eyes. His eyes reflected those of one who had seen much. The figure held in his hand a large and unusual staff that alone gave off an aura of power. He looked across the room, deep in thought.
The silence was soon broken by a humble word. "Sir", said the standing man. "There is still some trouble with mysterious attacks near the coast. Do you wish for me to send a small group to investigate?" The imperial replied "Yes, and do it quickly." "Yes sir." The tall figure walked subtly out of the room as the Imperial remained gazing at the opposite wall. His eyes were those of a deeply isolated figure. After he slowly rose to his feet, he proudly walked towards the door at his right.
Walking past several of his trophies, he opened the door and continued past an exotic buffet and a small, vibrant garden. He entered yet another room full of wine and drugs.
Sitting down on his bed, the figure poured wine into a silver goblet and drank it, then he repeated the process several times. After that, he ingested a strange drug. He, then intoxicated, laid down on his bed and slept, only to dream the strangest of dreams. In his dreams, he saw warriors dressed in armor. This dream also showed strange beings who appeared to be human. They whispered to the figure, but the figure was unsure of what was said. This vision lasted the entire night.
"My lord, please wake up" said the previously-mentioned tall figure. "What is it?" demanded the Imperial figure as he rose to his feet. "We are under attack, my lord. The slaves of your enemy are upon your great city's footsteps." "Curse them!" The Imperial figure dashed to the city walls grabbing only his staff before heading out.
As the powerful figure went outside the city, chaos ensued. Specific creatures turned their attention away from the guards of the city to the Imperial. The Imperial raised his staff and with a single swing, channeled his power and released a wave of immense destruction. The wave washed over the creatures, rendering them nothing but dust. Another wave arrived and were able to deflect the Imperial's magic. The imperial responded by wielding his staff elegantly and in a defensive style. The creatures charged in with their swords, but seemed unprepared to match the Imperial's skill. The imperial took on this group alone and twirled his staff to block hits. Occasionally, the Imperial saw an opening and always took it. The first creature met its demise in the form of the Imperial's staff entering the creature's stomach and coming out of the creature's back. Dozens of creatures fell to the same style of execution. In the Imperial's wake was left a large pile of corpses. The battle was over, for now.
As the guards then proceeded to barricade the city walls, the Imperial retreated into the city to once again isolate himself within his palace walls. 'This is only the beginning', thought the Imperial. 'It must be done. I can no longer delay this.'