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Many moons ago, when people burned witches at the stake, there was a town in England with an noble family living in it. The Darvek's were the local heroes, known through each town and village for their actions against supposed dark forces which threatened to destroy them all if not given a sacrifice. They had fought bravely to keep their lives and their honor, but sadly they had not counted on one thing. The news of their actions had met the ear of a chaotic sorcerer, who at the instant of hearing such a thing happening had risen from his chair and called for his brothers and sisters to join arms and march. Through various magics, the Darvek's wound up alone and the victims of a frightful curse. As it was said, every male born with Darvek blood will be of Chaos ranks and every woman born with Darvek blood shall forever be deceased while unknown grounds are met. Many years have passed since, and the latest man born of Darvek blood is terrorizing Paragon City and the Rogue Isles.
Albert is a quiet man, sitting in his chair at a desk, reading a book quietly in the moon light as the clock chimes midnight. He looks out of the window as the sea crashes against the cliffs, then closes the blinds and heads to his bed. Morning comes along, the clock chimes seven o'clock and Albert rises from his bed like a corpse being reanimated. After getting ready for the day ahead, he hears the phone ring. Answering it, there is no reply. Putting the phone down, he turns only to have a bag put over his head then sedated.
An Arbiter, a person of great power within Arachnos who's only given important tasks to complete. Albert was held within a confined metal cell, bands holding his arms and legs against the wall as he slowly came around. Arbiter Vincent looked through a small hatch on the cell, frowning. "He's coming 'round. Pilot, how far to the base?" Yelled Vincent, holding up a large tranquilizer gun through the hatch. "Not long sir, it's in view." Arbiter Vincent kicks a switch, a hatch door opens on the side of the Arachnos flier as the cell slowly moves towards it. Albert looks around, now awake. He groans eerily as his skin darkens while horns and armour plating grow from his skin. The cell door flies open, falling out of the flies as it slows down. Lord Darvek breaks himself free from the restrains with ease and walks to the edge, looking down he can see Longbow soldiers running wildly, shooting into the air hoping for a lucky shot. He jumps down, a ripple is sent through the ground tripping over nearby Longbow. Lord Darvek is on the loose. An hour later, the Longbow base resembles the Rikti War Zone, with scattered bodies and broken wrecks splayed across the scenery, Darvek charges off to return home... (More)
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