The good thing about being a psychotic mesh of screaming ghosts that claw away your awareness is that it makes traveling much quicker. Creating a portal would leave a residue that other RiftRippers could follow so I had to make my way to the distant village by other means. I let my inner CamOctopus take the helm, she always wanted to see the world anyway so I felt it was a good deal for the both of us.
Upon arrival I was overcome by a sickly feeling. It seems even the building exuded joy like toxic fumes that permeated my cloak and danced around my mind. I couldn't risk detection, so I sank into a shadow.
Everything then went dark. My awareness abandoned me like an unloved child.
My mind restarts slowly, revving up at a leisurely pace like a CheetahCycle. First comes feeling. The air is heavy with negativity. It clings to the ground totems which are lined up. Though I sense bones beneath the soil, I don't sense any large lifeforms.
Wait! An angel! No wait, two angels!
A short angel is crying, looking up at an angry hero. The even smaller one glares at the hero.
I'm still too weak to attack. Just have to wait till my strength returns.
The hero knocks out the larger angel with his mace. The smaller angel bites him before he knocks her out too.
He lifts the little one over his shoulder and then carries her beyond the graveyard.
Yes. This is a graveyard! The negativity must keep this place sheltered.
I try to follow but my body is drawn to this place.
I'm trapped her until I can reform myself.
ShadowPups emerge from the ground.
That's it.
I bite onto his leg. The pup's form bends like my own and we're caught in a battle.
The other pups move on ahead.
This is wrong! ShadowPups always stay together. Wait. Why do I care about this so much?
I expand my form and devour the ShadowPup in a single bite, seizing its form.
My body reshapes itself and follows the footprints of the hero.
Why would a hero attack an angel?
When I find him, I see him talking to a MounTroll. I hide in the shadows and listen in.
"Don't 'ave the stomach to kill her yeurself, do ya? Maybe ya ain't worthy of yer name, after all." The merchant grabs the girl's face and muffles her screams.
Kill an angel. That's right. I need to...kill her.
"She's...different than the other one." The hero's charisma drops. "Just get her out of here." He throws a bag of CatCoin at the merchant.
"Paying me ta take expensive product off yer hands. Yer the best customer I ever 'ad."
"I just want to protect my village. Keep her away from here. Her fate is up to you."
No! That morsel is ours!
I shoot up like a water sprout and snatch the girl from the merchant.
I shove the girl in my Void and rush off.
The hero chases after me while the merchant counts his coins.
He throws a dagger at me before I disappear into the shadows.
"Come out here! She's just a child...it's not her fault for being born a monster."
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Broad-Spectrum Assassin
FantasyThe story of a quirky assassin's shadowed past, his transformation into an other-worldly being and his adventure as the father of a Guardian Angel. Predates the events of The Main Character!: The Hero's Epic Journey Begins! and Guardian Angel.
