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Date Posted: 20:53:18 02/19/02 Tue
Author: Erlic Eastlore
Subject: Raw anger
In reply to: Jeremy 's message, "I'm depressed" on 10:56:34 02/19/02 Tue

Sometime after the news of the tavern’s attack, Erlic must have managed to replace his communication mirror back where it belonged. He didn’t recall doing anything of that nature, but then again he wasn’t thinking properly. He was the supposed crime lord that Tegol was after, and because of him, Tegol had decided to formulate a plan to simply wipe out the tavern. The crime lord had tried this tactic several times in the past, all in vain. Erlic could only presume that because Tegol had Eremis, the youth must have been made to talk, and thus given out the information, linking Marz, Ravin, and himself to the most wanted on Tegol’s list. Erlic would never have thought that the man would go to such extremes.

He now felt a coldness inside that he had felt a long time ago when he was leaving his master to explore the world. He had, however, learned how to deal with his emotions, and had actually managed to coexist with society, albeit not on a grand scale. He recalled his mentor’s words about being aggressive. It meant to have the prowess and cunning of the wolf. A wolf was shrewd, and didn’t go blindly into a situation. It scouted things out, and had a sense of itself, and its surroundings that was nearly supernatural. For that reason, trackers had a hard time trapping it, and prey had a difficult time eluding it.

And so, Erlic had become the wolf, and practiced and exercised its commands. The only difference now was that the wolf acted according to its own fixed rules, and didn’t kill excessively. It kept to its territory, and followed its instinct when mating, and caring for it young. Erlic practiced that part of the wolf that consisted of the prowess, and cunningness it possessed.

He had wanted nothing but peace. He had met many people, some of which had actually befriended him. He never had intended, nor wished for, an attack on the tavern. Although the group at the tavern had won the battle, it certainly seemed a victory notch for Tegol. He suddenly realized that sitting here would not rectify the situation. He glanced at Marz, and suddenly realized the repercussions that his news would cause. He knew better than to reveal the truth inside the tower. Marz would need a very open space to lash out with his anger, a magical anger that could destroy its entire surroundings. It was time to tell the youth about the circumstances.

“Marz,” Erlic stated in a quiet voice once the youth had finished eating. “I need to speak with you, and Corum outside in private.” It was all the guild master had to say as he got to his feet. He had everything he needed, and simply started to head out of the kitchen, and paused as Marz, who had looked at Corum, simply shrugged. Both youths followed the guild master down the stairs, until they were far enough away from the tower.

Erlic realized there was no easy way to explain this to Marz, who was probably at that moment thinking he was going to get some sort of lecture from the assassin. Erlic turned around to face Marz. Corum had already taken a few steps back, realizing what was going to happen once Marz heard the news.

“There was an attack on the tavern,” Erlic begin as he met Marz’s eyes, noting the curiosity in his eyes. He was sure that his student was wondering what an attack had to do with him. “It seems that many mercenaries gained access to the tavern via the secret tunnel.” Marz’s eyes suddenly realized the nature of those words. Very few people knew about the tunnel. “The mercs entered, and proceeded on a killing rampage. Many people died, and several more were injured. One of the casualties was…….” Erlic had to pause at the moment, knowing all too well, how much Marz had cared for the urchins who resided in the cellar of the Medieval Tavern. “One of the casualties was Rooster. He no longer lives.”

Marz’s demeanor suddenly took on a different form, one of confusion, which slowly transformed itself into one of hatred and anger. Already the guild master could feel the rage starting to build up within the youth. Erlic tried to calm him a bit so that he could finish, realizing that no one would be able to control the youth once he got out of control. “Tegol must have gotten the information from Eremis, and sent his men to slaughter anyone inside the tavern.”

As much as Erlic tried to keep the youth calm, he was losing his grip on the youth. “Do what you have to do Marz,” Erlic finished. “I won’t stop you.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Erlic let go of the link he was trying to control, as Marz turned to face a wall in front of him. The fury, and anguish in his voice, coupled with the rage brewing inside him, was enough to force some creatures away from their supposed safe haven.

“DAMN THAT RAKIN BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Marz took off without realizing where he was going. Erlic realized that anyone, or anything for that matter that met up with Marz, would cease to exist immediately. He could do nothing anymore. He had his own anger to satisfy. He turned to Corum, who had already taken several steps back. “Keep your distance, and simply watch him. Don’t even bother to intervene.” The youth simply nodded his head. Corum knew all too well what happened when Marz got really mad.

Erlic took off knowing that nothing would hurt Marz at the moment, or for a while. It was time for him to satisfy his anger, which he had been keeping at bay for the longest time. He had exposed his venerable side too many times, and this was the payment he received in return, the lives of many at the tavern.

He paused momentarily, and closed his eyes, extending his mind deep into the meditation that was the blood life of his soul. For the moment he was no longer Erlic, but a cold, deadly, and ruthless assassin with no compassion for the living. He took off in a run, caring about nothing but his lust, and hunger for death, a prerequisite necessary to sate the ravenous feeling deep within him.

Erlic quickly came to a halt as two Sharms noticed him. They raised their clubs, and poised themselves for the attack. Erlic simply smiled, and didn’t bother to use his own weapons. His own hands were considered deadly weapons by many standards, and he needed to rid them from the stain of blood he had caused at the tavern. He easily dodged the first blow, and quickly grabbed the cleric’s arm, pinning it with his one hand, and forcing the man to drop his weapon. He quickly kicked backwards as the other Sharm started his attack, only to get struck in the groin. Erlic clapped his hands together over the Sharm’s ears, causing a vacuum inside the man’s skull, as well as blowing out his eardrums. The scream of agony sounded like music to the assassin. He smashed his hand into the man’s eyes, then grabbed the man’s neck, and snapped it wickedly. He slowly turned to the other Sharm, staring into the man’s eyes with hate. He launched himself into a somersault, and quickly landed before the surprised Sharm. A quick blow to the man’s windpipe ended his life too quickly. Erlic was still hungry. He needed something more fulfilling.

Fortunately, he came across one of the hairy beasts, and hoped for a better fighting advantage. The creature swung with the large club. Erlic dodge, and kicked out hard into the creature’s kneecaps causing it to howl in pain. Erlic waited, giving the creature a chance. He easily dodged the second blow, and kicked hard, this time against the creatures kneecap, snapping it in two. It quickly fell to the ground trying to regain its balance. He took a running leap, and focused all his energy on his feet as they connected into the creature’s chest, snapping rib and bones. It went down in a howl of pain.

A growl alerted the assassin as he quickly turned to face his newest nemesis. A very large boar with two tusks sticking out of its snout was clawing the ground ready for an attack. “Come on little one, and meet your faith,” Erlic stated preparing himself. The creature rushed forward, and Erlic simply jumped over it, missing its target completely. The snarl became louder for the boar was hungry. It would have preferred the creature, but the human was in his way. The creature attacked again. As it passed, Erlic punched hard to its midsection. He had angered the creature, which was his initial intent. They played the game of cat and mouse over, and over, Erlic continuing to apply damage over, and over, enraging the creature with each passing. Finally he pulled out his katana, raising it for the kill. He stayed his ground as the creature rushed toward him with tusks extended. At the last critical second, Erlic let out a yell, and swung hard, decapitating the creature’s head from its body. Blood splattered in all directions, and Erlic smiled triumphantly.

During the course of the next hour, Erlic came across many other victims that he laid to rest. How he wished he could have been battling the Samurai at this very moment, taking his time, and pleasure at slowly whittling away the man’s soul, and body, until nothing more remained of him. But that victim had already met with death, and Erlic could only wish he was in search of Tegol, to make the man pay, and pay horribly, as well as slowly.

The anger created a shell around Erlic, an impenetrable shell, one that he had managed to rid himself of a long time ago. Now, that notion was without thought, and principal. Perhaps he had been too lenient with himself. Perhaps it was time to start a new life, one without conscience, without guilt, without a soul. He would not stop until Tegol, and those closely associated with him were dead.

The anger boiled inside him as three unsuspecting Sharm came across him. Erlic yelled loudly, one leg sweeping across the cleric’s in a deft spin-kick. He quickly turned and grabbed the other cleric by the neck, squeezing hard, and quickly pulling out the man’s windpipe. He spun and grabbed the third by the head, and brought it down hard upon his raising kneecap, smashing the man’s jaw. The three figures lay quite still as death possessed them.

Eventually throughout all the turmoil that could only be Marz, and his rage, Erlic did return. He was covered with blood, possibly some of his own, but the majority of it was his enemy’s, as Tegol’s would be.

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