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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Evil Ujio" data-source="post: 2286724" data-attributes="member: 27389">PrologueSometime 1000 years in the past on the island of Chillhame… He was going to die…Starkweather John leans against a tree, the night sky a wash with pinpricks of starlight, the moon full in the sky.  He coughed, blood trickling from his throat, a grim smile coming to his lips, “At least I went out fighting.”He instinctively dodged aside an arcane bolt of energy ripping the tree in half with a thunderous force.  His assailant moved quickly through the trees, equally wounded and desperate.  The night went bright as the blade in John’s hand blazed to life; he charged the dark form of his attacker a drow evoker of great power who had already slain his companions and was bent on finishing the task he had begun.The drow cackled loudly as it easily spotted John’s glowing blade, an incantation already springing to mind.  The drow held the spell in reserve as he sauntered forward, “You would do well to die, man thing; this resistance will do little to deter the inevitable you will die tonight.”John relaxed his breathing; he focused his mind, before he dashed around the tree and charged the drow wizard.  His grim demeanor glared straight into the black heart of the drow evoker.  The drow let the spell go from his out stretched palm as a ball of energy consisting of several elements flashed forward then most mortals should be able to comprehend.But John kept his resolve, his blade flashed forward, absorbing the cataclysmic spell, the blade crackling with power.  It was a last ditch effort of a desperate hero, but thankfully it was enough.  The drow blinked before the glowing blade pierced his slight frame shattering his magical and physical defenses.John impaled the dark elf on his blade and pinned him against a tree.  The blade pulsed before its energy ripped through the drow evoker blasting John back into the ground.  His enchanted armor of adamantium smoking, his flesh burning, and his life quickly fading… but he knew that he had succeeded… and finally he could rest.John lie on his back and looked at the stars, there were so many, yet he felt like he knew them.  They were calling to him; calling him home, he raised a hand to the chorus of voices, he could rest… until he was called upon again… he could rest.Thus ended the life of the legendary hero, Starkweather John.</blockquote>

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