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[b]Somewhere around the woods to dawnhaven. [/b]
A horse wagon sped along the woods on the path leading to dawnhaven. Its conductor, a grizzled man in his fifties named Gunther drove his horses like mad, whipping the reins again and again. A dirty lantern hung around the wagon front shining a weak cone of light upon the road ahead. 
He passed a ruined wagon without paying any mind, such sights had become frequent as the number of blight born abominations increased. 
[color=00aeef]"Accursed creatures, but don't worry my dear Selina, father's coming. Soon we'll meet again." [/color]
The conductor was originally a lunarian farmer born in a small village near Durantel, as is the case for most such communities, life was unpleasant but they held on, forming close, tight knit communities to help each other survive winter. 

When news of the blight first spread most villagers paid it no mind for their kingdom was strong, they had delt with Aurelian invaders for centuries how could they not face a mere few monsters? Oh how wrong they were. 
As news of the blight crept closer people begun to leave, at first a trickle then a torrent. Entire villages became ghost towns but not their village. They had toiled the land for centuries and where still far from the blight, furthermore they were near Durantel. Surely the royal forces stationed there would look out for them? 

In the depth of night on a Saturday night doom would fall upon Gunther's village as a horde of bligh-twisted ravaged through the area. Their mere palisade proved useless against them and soon they where overrun. The man only surviving after being buried in the cellar by burning debris. 
It took him three days to dig himself out at which point all was gone. The town, his house, his wife and his children. 

Yet he still lived, fleeing to Durantel and finding opportunity as a minor merchant. Buying goods and selling them on his horse carriage all the while spending whatever he saved to seek his family. 
After years the goddesses finally smiled upon Gunther: His loved ones still lived and had even taken up residence in the new town of dawnhaven. 
As the man drove down the road A strange figure stepped out of the woods and right in front of the racing horse-cart. When Gunther finally reined in his frenzied horses he was fifty steps away thus only saw the being's shadowed figure in the dim moonlight. 
Heart racing, the driver drew an axe as the figure came close: 
[color=00aeef]"OY you out there, who are you and what are you doing this late in the woods?" [/color]
The shape didn't stop but continued, as he stepped into the lantern light the merchant saw that this was no blight born monstrosity but rather a man dressed exclusively in purple carrying a two swords: One massive on his back and a smaller blade at his waist. He didnt recognize the stranger's blades but they where no lunarian devices. 
The stranger's face was pale but distinctly human, he made an awkward smile as he spoke: 
[color=ec008c]"Why so grumpy? I am only a wanderer seeking their path, say? Dawnhaven's that way right?" [/color]
Pointing towards where Gunther [i]would[/i] be heading. 
[color=00aeef]"... yes?" [/color]
[color=ec008c]"Oh praise the lady, I've been running through these woods for days searching for that damned place, but enough of that. See ive worked up a mighty hunger from all the running and such I would like to buy something for you."[/color]
[color=00aeef]"...Ok?"[/color] he tentatively agreed, his merchant instincts smelled the opportunity for profit but The stranger's next words raised all his hairs on its heads. 
[color=ec008c]"See I would like to buy your blood, not that much of course just enough to have my fill afterwards you shall be rewarded, continued the sword demon as he pulled out an assortment of Solaris and lunarian coins, it is a really simple th..." [/color]
He didn't get to finish as an axe split the air to where his skull was a moment before. 
[color=00aeef]"MONSTER!!!, Foul abomination, become in the name of the moon least i take off your foul head!, BEGONE." [/color]
[color=ec008c]"No no no, you misudner..."[/color] the stranger tried to reason as another swing split the air this time towards his arm. 
The cautious old man was gone, rather replaced by a creature which knew only fury. 

Yet in the next instinct, as the merchant sat mid swing, before Gunther even realized, silver light shone fast as lighting followed by his headless body hitting the ground. 
In his last moment of consciousness all he would hear was the stranger giving a long sigh.... 

[color=ec008c]"Why are they always like THAT, whispered Arthur Vorlein in an annoyed tone, we aren't monsters you know? Well to be honest we are mostly beasts... I didn't even want to kill this ooonnnee." [/color]

He bent down and picked up Gunther's severed head, its expression stuck in perpetual shock. 

[color=ec008c]"See this is why next time.. You. Listen. First., spoke the purple swordsman to the head, If you had you would have been alive to see your wife husband or whatever." 
"Now, this one's gonna have to clean his clothes, get rid of evidence, kill the horses... horses, wait come back!." [/color]

Yelled the swordsmen at the horses but evidently they didn't listen. Another moment later they froze then fell apart into four neatly cut halves. 

[color=ec008c]"See now even your horses are dead because of you, at least I get a feast.. lets see here brain, eyes, heart, lungs, liver... ah you are still watching? Goodnight." [/color]
Said Vorlein as he dug out Gunther's eyes with a small knife.