As Infandus chuckled to himself he turned and headed down the pathl, content with his mischief... for now. This would be just the beginning, if the brotherhood would throw him out for such minor infractions, THE FOOLS!!! Light and dark where such arbitrary definitions! In the dark was where the true power of the brotherhood could take root and flourish! But his brothers where weak, clinging to the old ways they had good reason to fear the end of their order.
The eighth brother, lost in his hatefilled thoughts continued away from the sacred stones muttering and cursing to himself he was oblivious to his rapidly changing surroundings.
The attack came from his side.
Quickly slicing straight through his protection spell! A sharp painful jab straight into his ribcage, Infandus turned in time to see one of the local villagers... strange how did he get here? The paths where cloaked with magic, no commoner could get this close...
SLASH!
Another stab from a prmitive blade, the mage was feeling numb from the blood loss his mind beginning to fog while lists of retalitory spells scrolled throuhg his head. Finally a single coherent mixture of incantations and movements were grasped, Infandus fired off a single energy bolt.
The two men dropped to the dirt life blood trickling from both.
From his view on the ground, the dieing mage saw a brilliant blue blade clatter towards him the glow slowly fading in the moonlight.
"So that's how he did it... but... why?" Infandus thought to himself.
He knew he should try for a healing spell, something, anything to stop the bleeding.
But there was nothing, no magic would save him as his eyes rolled back and darkness took him.
