([color=f7941d]Darlien Garandinar[/color], Streets of Artis Port, Praelium)

Darlien laughed at the Praelian's response to his taunting. But that laugh quickly turned into a scream of horror as he failed to notice the lightning in time. He managed to get his blade up just in time to block, but it was barely any help. His entire body seethed and burned as the electricity tore into him. He screamed as his footing became less and less secure, his mind racing to find a way out.

[i][color=f7941d]I can get out of this, I just need to be smart, I came in too cocky, I realize that now, but this is just an atta-[/color][/i] he screamed as his sword flew to the side and he took the full force of the blast.

Darlien, despite his body screaming in agony, managed to secure his footing, beginning to cast a spell, but being cut off as the blast again shook his whole body. He couldn't see, he couldn't smell, all he could do was feel, and all he could feel was agony. His chest suddenly lost all feeling with a bang, and a flying chunk of flesh solved that riddle for him.

He stopped thinking, he stopped breathing, and he stopped fighting.

Darlien was thrown back by the force of the spell. His body horrifically mangled by the lightning. His eyes were fried by the lightning, and he could no longer see, but for some reason, he could see clearer than ever. The flames surrounding him, the bright flash driving itself into his chest, the cloud of smoke forming in the air from the buildings and his body, the... female face of the Dominus... if he wasn't dying, it would have been prime joke fodder.

Perhaps he had been too cocky, too youthful, too quick to move. He should have waited, curse his impatience.

[color=00aeef][i]....[/i][/color]

[color=f7941d][i]Huh?[/i][/color] Darlien swore he heard something, other than his liver detonating into a mess of chunks and gore.

[color=00aeef][i][sup]the fuck were you thinking?[/sup][/i][/color]

Okay, he definitely heard something that time.

[color=00aeef]"Hey, uh, Darlien? It's dad... hey son... wha-..."[/color] The phantom that seemed to be an etherial form of his father sighed exasperatedly.

[color=f7941d][i]Dad?[/i][/color] 

[color=00aeef]"Yeah, uh, it's dad, so... I was a powerful enough mage that I could look into the future a little bit and send you this when I died... might be black magic. Well, anyways... I just... what in god's name were you thinking?"[/color]

[color=f7941d][i]I-I was avenging you, I was getting revenge for your death, like a good son would.[/i][/color]

[color=00aeef]"I didn't need... Listen, if there is an afterlife I'll talk to you there."[/color]

[color=f7941d][i]There won't be.[/i][/color]

[color=00aeef]"Eugh."[/color] He half-grunted-half-sighed. Then, he was gone. Just in time for Darlien to crash through the wall of a burning barn, which then proceeded to collapse on top of him. Only an arm managed to poke its way out of the rubble, which stopped burning, as the source of the flame finally expired.

[color=f7941d]"Damn."[/color]