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Drangar met his brothers gaze. He could clearly see he was distraught and very ashamed. A very awkward silence fell over the group as he continually stared at his brother, when suddenly he heard Jerfuth's voice. "Who am I to judge you for altering your form to succeed in battle when I stand here and do it myself? You were a brother then, and you are a brother now,"

"Thank you... brother."

"Brother..." Drangar said as in an attempt to gain his brothers attention. "I do not care if you are the son of Abbadon himself... you will always be my brother... and I will always be your greatest ally."

The door to the church flung open and almost instantly the stench of death overcame Drangar. He looked throughout the church to see decomposing bodies lying on virtually every inch of the floor. The church was clearly effected by the invasion, there were holes in the walls, the only thing keeping the doors from being knocked over were 4 pieces of decomposing wood. He quickly found his brother amidst the crowed and made his way towards him. Next to him he saw a tall white man with hair down past his ears.

We need to get to the keep of the castle to find the lord of this town, or what remains of him. Can you help us?"

He put his hand on his brothers shoulder "Please... Any help would greatly be appreciated and Hell, if we live through this I will buy you an ale." Drangar said as he gave the man a charming smile.

"Be on your guard, there will no doubt be more fallen in the streets!"

Just as Dagon uttered these words a wounded fallen rushed towards the back of Dagon, shoulder ramming him into the ground. Dagon lay beneath him in shock, the Fallen began to draw his blade and raise it over his head.

Drangar reached for his throwing knife stored in his ankle, throwing in straight towards the Fallen. The knife connected in the Fallen's shoulder, temporarily stunning it. "AAAARRRRRRGGG!" Drangar charged toward the beast feeling more hate than he has ever felt before. With almost inhuman swiftness Drangar plunged the two hidden blades into the chest and stomach of the beast, lifted it over his head and ripped the helpless creature in half. He removed the Fallen from his blade and help his brother up.

"Nobody fucks with my family." He said as he offered his hand to his brother,

"Evil is coming."

"It's not! It's not, I WILL NOT BELIEVE IT!"

The voices of all of the people around him began to overwhelm him. His brother swiftly flung open the gates of Olenta, and almost immediately a stench of death and rotting flesh filled the air. Drangar covered his face with an arm in a futile attempt to shield the nauseating smell. He finally looked up and saw the inside of the town. "Holy shit.." He whispered. The town was nothing but an endless sea of organs and mutilated corpses. He heard a yell and saw a troop of Fallen warriors charging towards them with speed that only a demon could move with.

"DIE YOU BASTARDS!!!"

Suddenly, Drangar fell to the ground. His vision was blurred from the force of the strike. When he finally came back to his senses he saw his brother looming over a mutilated bloodied body.

"What... the fuck... was that?" Dagon said as he gazed down on the creature he just killed. He rushed to Drangar's side. "Anyone who can hold a blade, form a line! Archers and Mages, support!"

Drangar and his brother rushed to the front of the pack. Drangar turned to face the pack "STEEL YOURSELVES. PREPARE FOR THE ONCOMING BATTLE!! TODAY, YOU PEOPLE MAKE A NAME FOR YOURSELVES! YOU BECOME MOR ETHAN JUST THE BARKEEP, THE BLACKMITH, THE WHORE! YOU BECOME HEROES!" Almost instantly cheers and war cries erupted from the crowd.

He turned to face his brother. "What the fuck happened back there."

Drangar continued to rush towards the group of Fallen. Quickly, he sliced one in the chest and shoved his blade deep into the belly of the beast. He pulled the blade out and the red demon slowly fell into a pool of his own blood. Suddenly two came rushing at him, he moved out of the way but a Fallen swiftly knocked his blade from his hand. With lightning speed Drangar unsheathed his hidden blades and stabbed both Fallen directly in the face.

Drangar walked over to his blade and picked it up, when suddenly a Fallen warrior jumped on his back and began clubbing him directly in the face.

"SHIT!!!!! HELP HELP!!!" Drangar yelled as he frantically swung his blade above his head awaiting his comrades assist.

Drangar casually sipped his ale in the corner of the bar as he attempted to impress a waitress. "Ya, I've killed some men in my day." Drangar said as he looked at the woman "Ya know, guys get in my way and sometimes shit has to go down." He quickly unsheathed his hidden blades, looked at the waitress and smiled. He retracted them and continued. "So what abo-" His speech was broken by a cry from his brother

"FALLEN!!!"

"Well, my lady, I regret that we could not continue to carry on, I bid you farewell." He kissed the young woman on the hand and ran towards the entrance of the bar and steeled his blade. "Come, meet your death!" Drangar said as he taunted the demonic creatures. Quickly one rushed at him but the small red beast was no match for Drangars quickness with one swing of his blade Drangar chopped his scimitar into the fallens shoulder and pulled it out. He rushed toward another group of fallen preparing to slay them.

"Where exactly are you taking us?" Drangar asked the man as he continued to follow him. Drangar was alert and suspicious Be on your toes Drangar, it could be a trap.

Drangar sat at the corner of the ship and stared out at the vast sea. He had always loved the sea. He remembered sitting on the top of the bluffs with his brother staring at what seemed to be an endless landscape of blue. His flash back was suddenly broken by the sound of his brothers voice.

"My brother Dragnar and myself, Dagon ", Dagon paused to point out Dragnar, "were both captured in our home town.... we.. don't know what became of the rest of the inhabitants, but hopefully we can return there as soon as we're resupplied. We've got a ship, after all, might as well make good use of it." Dagon said as he eyed the rest of the crew.

"Damn right. I will not rest untill I find out what became of my family." Drangar said as he looked to his brother. "Well now seems like a good time for introductions. I'm Drangar, this is Lucy," he said as he pointed to his blade, "And I need a fucking drink"

Drangar saw his brother rummaging through the packages. He gestured to the others that their weapons had been found. Where is she? Dragnar thought frantically as he pulled another package aside and began searching "Where is she? Where is she?" he kept repeating. Finally Drangar pulled out a long scimitar from one of the crates. "Oh, thank Tyrael they didn't take you." Drangar said as he kissed the blade of his weapon. He continued digging until he found his armor. "Well, I'm set. Whats the plan Dagon?"

Suddenly, Drangar felt the boat jerk violently, sending him hurdling into the wall. "What the hell was that?!" He heard Dangon yell.

"KRAKEN!!! EVERYONE ON DECK!!"

Everybody seemed to be in a frenzied panic when Drangar finally yelled, "EVERYBODY CALM DOWN! Dangon has a plan." Drangar looked to his brother and nodded, his brother began to speak.

"New plan, we rush the upstairs, take the remaining slavers by storm, and make it to an escape boat."

There was suddenly chaos down in the slaves quarters, slavers were rushing down to coral the slaves back into their cells, slaves were trying to escape, and the boat was slowly being torn to pieces. "Finally, some action!" Drangar said as he unsheathed both of his hidden blades and ran towards an enemy slaver on the deck. The slaver suddenly became ice as an arrow whizzed past Drangars head and hit the slaver in the left shoulder. Drangar quickly kicked the frozen foe, breaking him into small icy bits. He ran towards a slaver with his sword unsheathed. The slaver turned around and quickly swung at Drangar, but his blow was deflected by Drangars blades protruding out of his wrists. Quickly as the man struggled to regain his footing Drangar began repeatedly stabbing the man throughout his whole torso then swiftly roundhouse kicked the man in the face, sending the him to the ground.

"MOVE ONWARD MEN! TAKE ADVANTAGE OF WHAT LITTLE TIME WE HAVE."

Drangor listened to the rambling of the other captives. He was slowly thinking of a plan that would help him get out of here. When he suddenly heard the shout of his brother.

"GUARD, HELP, A MAN IN HERE IS TRYING TO FREE HIMSELF WITH MAGIC!!!"

"I see what you are trying," whispered Drangar to his brother, "This could work."

Suddenly a guard came to the cell door, "Who is it?" The tall man asked. He was armored in a cheaply made chainmail, one that Drangar's hidden blade could easily pierce.

"The young boy in the corner! He's casting a spell!" Drangar said as he moved out of the guards way so he could unlock the gate.

"Hey! What do you think your doing over there?" The guard yelled as he made his way toward the boy. Drangar noticed a small glisten near the left hip of the guard. Must be the keys."Wait a second. Bloody hell he's isn-"

Drangar shoved the blade deep inside the enemies back. Blood began to come from the mouth of his victim, it slowly dripped down to the base of his neck as he fell to his knees and continued to fall until he was face down in a crumpled heap. Drangar grabbed the keys off the man, "Bingo." he said as he nonchalantly made his way toward the other captives and handed one of them the keys. "Get the chains off quick, pass the key around to everyone else, I'll hide the body, Dangon inform the others of this pan you have in mind." Drangar said with a smile as he pulled the body back into the corner of the cell.

"BROTHER, thank Tyreal you're safe. You faring any better than me? Maybe you've got a loose shackle over there?"

"Seems, I got lucky. Those bastards couldn't find short chains for me." he said with a smirk. "And don't worry. We'll get out of this jam, we always do. Remember when we got caught trying to kill Old Carvers dog when we were seven? We got outta that one, we can sure as hell get outta this." Drangar said almost self reassuringly. He looked about the room and saw more figures which seemed to be men. Suddenly, a two voices broke out of the darkness.

"I am Vaker, pleasure to meet you"

"Well, I'll break the ice. My name is Donsro, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get out of this rathole."

"Pleasure to meet you two. You can call me Drangar." Drangar said as he gave Donsro and Vyker a small salute with two fingers.

"Guess we might as well get to know each other if we're going to be slaves the rest of our lives."

"Hey, I don't wanna hear that shit. I will rather live as a free man or die. We WILL get out of this, we just need a plan. These guys can't be that smart, they are clearly taking orders from a higher ranked man. All these "slavers" are, is puppets." Drangar said, "Remember the stories Dagon? Of the great Knights and Paladins? We can be like them! All we need is to get off of this god forsaken ship."

Drangar was awoken from a deep sleep. His eyes flickered as they attempted to adjust to the dim light in the cell block where him and many others were being held in. He sat upright in the corner he was in, and saw a silhouette of a man rocking in the corner of the cell. Drangar's senses were beginning to come back to him as his eyes began to take focus. Dagon. He thought to himself. He stood up and stumbled, for his legs had not yet become accustomed to the sea. He made his way towards the corner his brother was in, who seemed to be in a state of shock.

Drangar knelled next to his older brother, "You alright?" He asked. "Might want to keep a close eye on these other men, we don't know of their sanity." Drangar said as he awaited a response from Dagon.