Vincent - District of Rosenvalle - Rosenvalle Streets
"Should we focus our minds on the task that lay ahead Lucian?" Vincent said in an almost monotone voice, his eyes a dull red. Vincent's eyes had been glued on the scenes flashing by their carriage since the moment they had boarded it. Vincent sighed when he saw Lucian beaming at him, and decided to tell him.
"Fine, if it will allow you to focus on finding our thief. He was a man by the name of Jack Wellsbourgh. Although, a monster is more what he was I would have to admit, little was left of the man he had once been when I was tasked with hunting him down. I remember it clearly, it was one of the first missions I had been tasked with, and I was assigned this mission with three other strikers, all of which had been trained in different arts. It was a hot summer's evening when we finally arrived in the Ruins of Ensa district, a run down shabby district with little to no people still living there." Vincent paused for a minute as he gazed out the window again to see a child playing with his friends in an alley.
Vincent shook his head and turned back to Lucian, "We were told that this man was dangerous, although the Council knew nothing of his abilities or the magic he was capable of. We were the first Hunters to witness it, and it was dreadful. We found Jack's home hidden away in the ruins of an old guild tower, littered with books and quills of all sorts. We managed to find one of his journals, depicting in great detail his many different rituals and spells. Jack was capable of a very dark magic, one that is and always has been forbidden by the Magi Order. Before we could get out of the guild to set up our trap, Jack came up from the bowels of the tower, bringing with him three rotting corpses that still had life in their bones. They walked and acted as if still alive, but they were for all intents and purposes, dead. Jack was furious, and before we could even act, struck down one of our own with a vile black spear conjured from thin air. We quickly retreated to safe firing distance, but none of our arrows even seemed to affect the ghouls that came after us on Jack's command. Swords parted flesh, and severed limbs, but they didn't stop. It was only after all the others were dead that I managed to fire a bolt that landed square between Jack's eyes. Once that bolt landed, his hellish minions dropped as well, their bones breaking into dust as they fell. I immediately sent for a few more Hunter's, wishing to bring our own home and burn this demonic place to the ground." Vincent seemed to shiver, although only for a moment before he stared out the window again, lost in thought.
"I elected for the tower to be burnt to the ground, but the Council had other plans. They ordered the knowledge held their seized and returned to Ferela at once, which the other hunter's and I followed without question. I've never known what happened to those books, but I pray the Council burned them." Vincent finished his tale, his gaze back out the window as he watched the buildings pass by in a blur.
"Not the most interesting man I've ever met, but close. What of you Lucian, as I know you are simply dying to tell me your tale?"
