The Warlock Hex
CHAPTER IV – Tear Of Asmodeus
HEX’S UNDERGROUND WORKSHOP
Hex sits in his chair staring at The Tear Of Asmodeus Hexblade
What do you wish from me
THE LIFE’S ESSENCE OF THE DYING
How am I to achieve this
STRIKE THE FINAL BLOW OF FOES, LEAVE THE REST TO ME
And this is all you want?
“Are you alright My Lord?” Kredon’s calming voice came from Hex’s doorway once more, a warm cup of tea on a small plate in his hand.
Hex doesn’t answer, but turns his gaze away from the blade.
“I’ve brought you some tea,” with this Kredon sets down the tea on Hex’s work table.
SEEK OUT THE DARK BARBARIAN, SHE WILL AID YOU
“Dark Barbarian,” Hex speaks out loud.
“What was that?” replied Kredon.
Hex stands, “I need to find a Barbarian named Shaehun, she will know more about all of this…” he walks by Kredon, “ready our horses.”
CHAPTER IV – Part 2 – Shaehun
ONE WEEK LATER
THE RIVER TOWN OF ANGOLO
A RUSTIC TAVERN
The Dark Barbarian Shaehun sits alone, very drunk.
Several empty tankards knocked over across her table.
The Inn Keeper approaches, “Come on now,” he lifts her by her arm, and she in returns draws her great axe from her back, and pushes him back.
“Never touch me fool,” she hisses at him
“I will find my own way out.”
She then staggers out of the tavern.
Out in the streets it’s very busy, many have come to warm themselves from the early winter, but long to return to their travels…
…but not Shaehun… Her traveling days are at an end, though she be only twenty six.
The darkness within her bares too much a load, and so she drinks, and fights random travelers who would dare mess with her.
She’s only 5′ 8″, as opposed to 6′ plus like some Barbarian woman, and leanley tone.
Her skin looks almost grey in color, and her eyes are a dark black.
There’s something unnatural to her, and those who mention it, often pay dearly.
She would die in this town… She was sure of it.
Two unpleasant Fighters approach her, their mouths watering at the thought of taking the girl in an alleyway…
…this would never happen.
“Hey there missy… You look like you might need a rest,” speaks one of them as they approach her.
Meanwhile she is bent over, trying her best not to be sick from all of the drinking.
She raises her axe back towards the two men, but stays bent over, “Leave with your lives… Or die by my axe.”
“Ha, you hear that mate, she’s a fighsty one,” the first Fighter speaks again.
“Aye, we’ll have to work her will from her body,” the other adds.
Just as Shaehun turns to face them, her axe at eye level, a voice echoes from behind the Fighters.
“Leave her,” it’s Kredon, his two handed sword drawn.
The fighters laugh, “Why you’re nothing at all, kill him,” the first Fighter says to the second, who draws his rapier.
“Enough!” from behind Kredon steps Hex, The Tear of Asmodeus drawn, purple light slithering around it, something Hex added for effect.
“Step away, or perish.”
Suddenly the first Fighter’s head is removed by Shaehun’s axe, seeing this the second Fighter runs off.
“I don’t need your help, Warlock… Be on your–” suddenly Shaehun stops talking, “that blade… Where… Where did you find it?”
Hex looks perplexed by her reaction.
“It’s not possible,” she finished.