Onwards they walked, deeper into the Eldritch Fields. The mysterious man, known only as Bane The Angelspeak, led the group to a destination unknown. Behind him, Mateus kept a close eye for any sign of beast or demon. His black mane waved in the wind as he towered above all but the angel, truly a warrior fit for this quest.

Mateus had but one wound and it was that which he died from. He had felled himself with his own blade, or rather, was forcefully made to do so. The great warlord Marduk had reversed his own blade on him in an epic struggle for his lands. He was a wielder of magics unknown and a giant of a man. The death of thousands of innocent lives and his loved ones fueled his lust for blood. Now, caught in an eternal struggle of souls, he will acheive the pleasure he has sought for so long.

Calypso followed Mateus up as they walked deeper into the Field, a place where no one dared to venture. He was of African decent, and a great Shaman at one time. The great man now walked; forever in awe to the irony of his situation. He had become what he for so long kept tamed. He now knew of the soul's restless passion for life. The man was large; not as large as Mateus or Bane, but large. He carried with him only a flask full of unknown substance and a staff crafted from a dark ebony wood.

Calypso died at the hands of his lover. He walked into his own home, and discovered his mistress, entangled with another man. He died at the hands of the Sorceress Ferah. He now also donned one scar, but, such was not of a physical nature.

August followed the rear of the four while surveying the surrounding area. The boy was no more than seventeen, and not of a nature that anyone merely disliked or loved. He was neither beast nor man, nor soul; he was elven. More so than this, he was an Elven Shade. He was cast from the depths of his castle, and thrown into a well very similar to the Brimstone Well. The Well took him from his land of Sher'll, to the land of lost souls: Eldritch. So now, he wanders eternally, searching for a way home.

As the group grew weary and the sun started to set, the first person to open their mouth since the beginning of the trip had been Bane. "I say we set camp in that clearing ahead. In the meantime, August, you search for any kind of trouble we may want to avoid. Mateus, follow August and asist him if it's necessary." The two ran off into the fields with both blade and luck at their side.

"Ah, Calypso. I wish for you to start a fire. We have no use for housing as our wings are plenty large enough to wrap around and keep us dry. We should be safe here from whatever lies within the forest ahead."

"The Forest?" Calypso said surprised, almost jolted by what Bane had said.

"Yes. Problem?" Bane grinned at Calypso as he rested himself upon the ground.

"Sir...That forest...that place is damned."

"Aren't we all Calypso?"

Just then August and Mateus came rushing into the camp with a delightful look on their faces. Bane stared at them as if they were children.

"I take it you two had fun."

Mateus stepped forward and put his hand on Bane's shoulder. "Sir, we ran into something out there. It was the soul of I think some kind of dog; and things got a little racey. we came out the better, and well it looks like weve got some dinner then."

Mateus gave him a shitfaced grin and handed him the soul of a dog long forgotten to roast upon the fire that Calypso was still gathering wood for. August sat down and brushed the ecto off his suit while he whistled an old elven tune.

Bane suddenly stood up, dropping the meat in the dirt and obviously canceling any dinner plans that they had. His white eyes dart back and forth in the fields. His face grows grim and the men know that something evil is afoot. Bane takes a step back, drawing his sword, and looks to the men at his command.
"Fiends! Possibly fifteen or twenty score of them. Gentlemen...Prepare for battle!" With that everyone assumed a circle around Bane, awaiting orders. "Calypso, they are invisible. Start that fire we wanted...only bigger. August, sit in your shade and await my word. Mateus, you will fight by my side warrior!" They all nodded and did as they were told.

Calypso's great wings spread and became engulfed in flames as he took to the skies and muttered an ancient curse.
"May the walkers of this realm fear the ever hating fire god."
Footsteps...
"May they bathe in his glory, forever under command of his son, the star in the sky, the eliptical eye."
Louder now...
"May our enemies burn under one thousand oceans of fire."
Almost upon the men now...
"May they feel the wrath of my lord, the almighty..."
Calypso's wings grew larger and the flames grew brighter; his eyes a distant black.
"...Infernum."

The skies turned black for all but a second and a great wind erupted from the south. It was as if the world had swallowed the sun. The field became consumed with fire, drenching each and every monster in flames. This barren wasteland has become a sea of flames. The demons screamed for mercy and begged for the one thing that they never had: Life.
Bane raised his blade and charged to the field.

"Mateus follow my lead!" And with those words, Mateus and Bane darted in and out of enemies, cleaving through what would have been stomaches and tearing necks from torsos. As each fiend fell another arose in its place. It seemed that there was no end to this. Bane stopped in the middle of his rampage and stood still. He turned to where shadows lay and spoke aloud.
"August, it is time. Lend me your shade!"
August erupted from the shade and flew head first into Bane's chest. As if by some ungodly act, they were one. Banes sword grew red and then into a shade of blue, followed by the blackest shadow know to exist. He sprouted glorious wings, larger than any that the men had ever seen, crafted of large golden feathers and sheilded by enchanted floating pieces of armor. He took to the skies as good Calypso once had and began to utter what seemed to be complete nonsense. Mateus found himself in awe once again at Bane's appearance. He watched the flames grow around Bane's blade and listened as his speeking came to a shout. No, it was more than that. It was mental. It was in his head.
"This is....Angelspeak?"

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TO BE CONTINUED!!!!