User:Jakey820/Sarith daemonblood

Backstory
It was the season of the phoenix 1052AE and as the moon moved across the sky and covered the sun a child was born. A small helpless child, he was tiny yet inside his heart burned pure fire. His mother new why, he was the son of a demon, she had been attacked none months ago and miraculously fallen pregnant. As young Sarith grew he became stronger and stronger, yet still lagged behind those in his warrior class, his tutor pondered whether it would be best to move him to the elementalist colleges, Sarith refused to leave and in his rage was able to incinerate the guards outside the academy. The next morning Sarith tossed away the axe he had been given and began to use a sword. Staring in disbelief his teachers watched on as Sarith effortlessly parried and deflected blows coming towards him. Within a week he had beaten all of the other students and his tutors, as his training continued he became stronger and stronger until he was able to hold Duke Barradin in unarmed combat.

Story
Sarith stared longingly at the burnt horizon hoping to see a savage Charr patrol or two over the ruined Northern wall. Then, as night began to fall, he spotted a group. Holding his blade close, his palms sweating and his inhuman heart racing, he started to run towards the beasts. The Charr's savage roar echoed off the titanic crystals and scarred mountains. Around the encampment Sarith raised his blade high above his head and charged towards the Charr lines. His blade cut true through the Charr's flesh and thin leather armour and out through its spine. The Charr shook uncontrollably as black blood poured out its mouth and wounds and finally collapsed. Another Charr leapt on Sarith and bit into his neck. Sarith let out a cry of pain and anger and shook the beast off. The Charr looked on in horror as the neck wound closed itself and the Daemonblood stood back up. Sarith grinned and screamed, thrusting his blade into a Charr and slicing its head off. The Charr slumped to the floor while its brethren stepped over it to get to the Warrior. Metal clashed and sparks flew as the Ascalonian parried and stabbed the 30 odd Charr around him. Finally Sarith saw the Charr commander, pointing at it he altered his stance and prepared for the duel, the commander raised his arms and sent out a fireball. Sarith was hit full straight in the heart by it. The commander grinned, but then looked on in terror as Sarith contained the fireball and threw it back at the commander. It hit the commander's face and started to burn away at its skin. Sarith looked on with a cold hearted expression at the burning Charr and walked forward when it collapsed. The foul stench of burnt flesh filled the air. The mutilated corpse of the leader lay in front of the demonic warrior. As Sarith looked out at the burning effigy of a multi limbed creature, he heard a pebble slide down a small hill. Sarith instinctively turned around; weapon raised, but only saw a man with charcoal black tattoos standing on a small hill. The man stepped down and approached the hulking mass of muscle and said with a voice as sharp as Sarith's blade "That was a good fight. I expect you have trained for many years." "What do you care? I'm only doing my duty to the Vanguard" replied Sarith cautiously. "A land far away from here, named Cantha, is in danger of a supernatural threat and I need your help to conquer it. Come with me to Cantha and conquer this threat and your name shall be heard even in the Hall of Heroes. Sarith Daemonblood." "Wait, how do you know my name?" asked Sarith. "That does not matter now. I will explain on the way. Now pack your bags. Oh I almost forgot. My name is the Anti Valentine and I am a servant of Grenth. Now get some rest. We shall head to the mountains at sunrise".

Story number 2
Sarith knelt down with the statue of Silzar towering above him. His skill with blade and fire had earned him "command" of the Disciples of Silzar, the disciples were governed by a council of generals, Sarith was the leader of these but the title was mostly honorific and had no extra powers. Rising to his feet Sarith saw a sliver glint rushing towards him ,Iphus- his greatest general- was approaching and in a great hurry. "Sarith ,my old friend, bring your warriors with me the Canthan are launching an invasion!" "do not worry my friend, New Melank has never been successfully occupied" "They have enlisted the White Mantle in their cause" Sarith's brow lowered and with a great daemonic roar bellowed for his soldiers. "we shall hold this land for the glory of the Melankash and Silzar. Come Iphus once more we shall fight together axe and sword reunited"

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Acquisition Signet of Capture: Related skills
 * Sarith Daemonblood - Ascalon,Charr Homelands and pretty much everywhere in Tyria, Cantha and Elona.