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Message 346:

Date:     Wed Nov 29 18:04:42 2000 CST
From:     Lord_Mortius (#2837)
To:       *plots (#1506)
Subject:  Redemption

Ashram walked slowly through Caer-Anglia. He felt sort of bad for seeming not interested in the
 planning of things for his wedding to Rose, but ever since they arrived in this town he felt
 "them". He looked over his shoulder. He knew they were near but couldn't tell where. He walked
 down an alley between two of the buildings, thats when they let themselves known. There was three
 of them standing at the end of the alley, waiting for him. He moved forward with care expecting an
 ambush. He knew he should not be risking his life like this, Rose would be worried sick, but he
 has to end this. He stopped in front of them a looked them over carefully.
They in a row together. The two on the ends dressed almost identical. They had wierd weapons of a
 design Ashram had never seen before. A bladed weapon that was curved almost like a crescent moon
 attached to a handle. The blade was sharpened on both side, a slashing weapon to be certain. They
 both carried two of these. The one in the middle was larger. He wore heavy dark armor and carried
 a Corinthian greatsword. He was a bit taller then Ashram and nearly doubled him in size. All three
 wore a plain ring on their right hand.
Ashram looked at the one in the middle. "Well lets get this over with." He said in a calm tone. He
 put his silver angel to his chest summoning his armor and then sliding his black mask on.
The two on the sides moved quickly as if to attack but were stopped by the one in the center. A
 Corinthian to be certain. He wanted an honorable fight. They backed off and moved to the exit of
 the alley to prevent an escape. The Corinthian let back his hood revealing his rotting decayed
 face, he had been dead for quite some time before he was brought under Sauron's control. He
 wielded his large sword and took up a fighting stance.
Ashram followed suit and unsheathed his Demon sword, its blade glowing violently. He took up his
 stance. They both moved at the same time clashing their swords together. The Corinthian was
 stronger then Ashram and each blow almost knocked Ashram over. Ashram had no choice but to turn
 control over to the beast within him, tapping in to its power. His eyes glowed bright red lighting
 up the alley.
The Corinthian looked shocked for a second then charged Ashram. Ashram laughed and charged in
 return. Just before they clashed Ashram stopped and ducked below the Corinthian's attack moving
 faster then any man could. He brought his sword down beheading the large man. He turned something
 on the handle just as the blade went through the mans neck. 
The eye on the sword opened and it seemed to let out a tremendous growl. Energy radiated from the
 man's body and went into the sword. Ashram held the sword to his chest and began to float in the
 air. His eyes nothing but red orbs. Purple fire erupted from the alley. The other two backed away
 unsure of what to make of things. This is what happens when a soul is taken by the Demon sword
 Soulcrusher.
The energy abruptly disappeared and Ashram fell to the ground. He landed gracefully on his feet and
 moved towards the other two. He was the Demon again. His only goal to destroy and take souls. The
 other two looked on in fear for a moment then wielded their weapons and moved to attack. They were
 extremely fast, moving as one. A perfect match for the others moves. Ashram's superhuman speed was
 all that let him block or evade their attacks. One slashed at Ashram's waste. Ashram jumped back
 to escape, but slammed into the wall. The blade sparked off his armor as it barely grazed it. He
 watched for a moment before realizing their strategy. He quickly ducked just as the others blade
 slashed toward his head. The blade just did miss its target cutting Ashram's ponytail off. Ashram
 moved and slashed at ones legs severing them at the knees. Continuing the stroke he brought the
 blade at the others face. He tried to block but the power behind Ashram's stroke could not be
 stopped and sliced the mans skull in half. The one footless one tried to crawl away but Ashram
 brought his sword down on the back of his had splitting it into. The eye opened again and roared
 loudly.
The energy was tremendous. It sent Ashram flying into the air. His body in pure pain and yet pure
 excstacy all at once. There was a giant boom shattering the windows on all the buildings lining
 the alley. Fire moved across the bodies, then vanished leaving only the rings. It all eneded
 abruptly sending Ashram falling to the ground. He landed on his back breaking his ribs and
 puncturing his lungs. He gasped for air as blood erupted from his mouth. He was Ashram again. 
He moved painfully and slowly to his knees. Each movement pure agony. He knew what he must do. He
 stabbed the sword into the earth and began the ritual. He moved his hands in a specific pattern
 calling upon the energy in the sword. The eye opened again and energy flowed from it into Ashrams
 hands. He cast the summoning spell he had learned from Sauron 30 years ago. A vortex began to
 open. Tornado force winds whipped through the alley. There was a bright glow and a man fell
 through the vortex. He was smaller then he was when he had been exiled. His body was new. He
 looked the same but had no scars or tattoos. The spell ended and the vortex closed. Ashram fell
 over on his side, blood flowing from his mouth uncontrollably. He was dying in one of the only
 ways he can. He thought only of his precious Rose, how he wanted to marry her and grow old with
 her. He looked at the man he had summoned back to this world. Brakiss, the man he had exiled. The
 man he had once called brother. The man whos wife he had raped and murdered. The man who he had
 framed and had kicked out of the Corinthian Order. Ashram's vision began to blur. He was bleeding
 to death. He saw his home again. The beautiful grassy plains and rolling hills. A field of flowers
 and his long lost beloved Eleena dancing cheerfully through the flowers. She looked at him and
 smiled. She looked so much like Rose. She held out her hand to him and he reached for her...
Ashram was suddenly ripped back to consciousness. He looked about to see Brakiss kneeling over him
 his hand glowing bright blue moving over Ashram's body healing him. When he was finished he stood
 and looked down at Ashram. His eyes full of many emotions but glowing a bright blue. Brakiss
 smiles slightly at Ashram then walked away. Ashram got up weak from the blood lose and watched
 Brakiss leave. He grabbed his sword and picked up the rings and stumbled back to his home.
 Forgiven at last for his worst sins.