Indeemed: Tale of the Warlock.

Discovering the unknown past.

"Another vanquished." the Warlock uttered bowing his head proceeding to picking up the Soulblade and pulling his hood back up taking his leave as soldiers around him who were awake to witness what had happened shocked in place as they gazed upon him.

Three days after the defeat of the Dreddmaster, Darnwind was reclaimed by the Empires as cheering residents, parading soldiers and even the presence of the Empress celebrated the liberation. The Warlock however meditated within the Church until he was interrupted by a less then likely person.

"Warlock, are you okay?" a soft toned voice echoed throughout the Church walls, originating from the Empress who hadn't seen the Warlock without his hood up since the first night they had met. The reaction being him standing up reattaching the Soulblade hilt to his waist cord then turning around revealing his face to her.

His skin a mixture of ash and pale with swamp green eyes, golden-blonde hair and his brand burn scar in the middle of his forehead. A few moments past before he finally broke the silence in his monotone unemotional voice.

"Simply repairing a fractured mind your highness, but thank you." he stated bowing slightly leaving the Empress stood in amazement and confusion of this young man before her.

"So well mannered? So withdrawn? Powerful but in denial." these being the thoughts running through her mind, so much so her cheeks reddened slightly which in turn made the Warlock raise an eyebrow slightly.

"Such a clustered mind of innocence." he said making her recoil with a gasp.

"You can read my thoughts?" she blurted a mixture of fear and curiosity to her voice.

"Yes, and no. It depends on the person and their facial expressions." he explained as he folded his arms with his eyebrow returning to it's former emplacement. "I know my family bloodline and yours were close allies, but something feels off."

He continued walking towards her lowering his voice to between a whisper and normal volume. "Your highness, the saying keep your allies close and your enemies even closer. Don't you wonder when time passes do those allies become the main enemy?"

These words cold in meaning coursed her to freeze and turn near ghost white pale. "I.... I'm afraid now." her responding words to it, her voice shaky and stuttering as she turned her gaze to his as he stroked a few strands of hair with his gloved hand.

"I must leave you now your highness. This enigma must be solved both for both my sake and the Empire overall. Part of me died years ago and I want to find out why. I will return momentarily." and with his piece said he pulled up his hood and exited the Church and then the Port-City itself on horseback.

The ride taking ten days and eleven nights without rest before the Warlock arrived to a small town, fields of green lush grass and clear waters with bells ringing from the Chapel signing the start of the yearly harvest festival. "So, this is home." he spoke lowly as he rode into town at a trotting pace, his gaze scanning the surroundings of joyful life and tranquillity with surprisingly no presence of Empire or Brotherhood.

"This is beyond enigma strange." he thought after dismounting his horse wandering the town and as he passed by the town folk, they almost feared him finally causing the lower of his hood with a face changed from emotionless to confusion and minor sadness.

"Ah, the young master returns." an elderly voice announced followed by the taps of a walking cane, this making the Warlock turn around being met by a fragile old lady with grey moss style hair and wearing priest attire.

"Do I know you?" he asked and without a moment notice she cackled out as if she had foretold the event.

"Oh I do young man, you are the one whom was banished and forsaken by his own dynasty family." these words striking him like an arrow through the nerve-system coursing his teeth to grit and fists to tighten.

"Tell me everything." his voice tone being bitter and angered kept unchanged as the Sage guided him to the Chapel graveyard one tomb standing out among the gravestones.

"This is the part of you that died." she said with sympathy pointing at it with her staff to which his gaze followed reading the engraved lettering upon it the gravestone.

"Here lies Lady Talia Feestar, beloved mother, wife and daughter. Killed by an abomination."

The Warlock having finished reading the engraving felt a vast pain in his head, his mind recalling the shrouded past as it flooded him. Three agonising minutes later the Warlock breathing heavy to maintain his sanity on both knees coughing up blood, his blurry gaze peering at the tomb. "So, that part of me died. The part that could of prevented my life being an entire lie, damn them all." his words loose and gaze unmoved.

The remainder of the day until sunset was silent before he spoke again with his voice returned to it's monotone emotionless state. "Where are the dynasty now?" being his first question the Sage taking a few moments to ponder her answer.

"The dynasty hasn't been seen or heard for years, some rumours say they deserted the Empire and either joined the Brotherhood or set their own path." she explained closing her eyes holding onto her herbal tea with cupped hands. "But the mystery member returns to lead in our time of need." she stated reopening her eyes with a sly and hinting smile.

"What do you mean?" the Warlock questioned without a single facial or moving reaction as if signalling her to continue.

"Your people have been without leadership for near to two decades, the entirety of your life. We were known as the best harvest festival town in the mid-west Empire and the mines provided vast work to all. Now our crop soil is dry, farms unable to produce any forms of food, fur and leather, the mines are now idle. The town needs a leader, even better an icon." her voice saddened and dry with her final word said she takes a sip of her tea as a few tears ran down her face.

The Warlock looked around at the towns folk before standing up, "Sage, gather the populace around the Chapel. The Feestar name lives on." he stated with a dominant posture heading towards the Chapel.

Early night caped the town as a crowd of men, women and children both young and old gathered at the foot of the Chapel steps with the Warlock standing atop of them, the moonlight channelled from the gem lights of the town basking the area, moments of silence past as the crowd settled with the Sage's heeding.

"My fellow towns people, please turn your gaze to the one who stands before you." passing their attention to him, he lowered his hood revealing his face coursing some to gasp before he spoke.

"Citizens of Grenar, I am the unknown member of the former dynasty whom ruled here. Cast aside from my birth and blamed for the death of my Mother and your Lady Feestar, now the sickness has rotted our land and spread elsewhere. But we have endured!" he shouted as the crowd started to settle from his being there proceeding to his continuation, "My mother wasn't the only one to die cause of them, part of me died also and all of what people lived for to me was a lie. I fought so others didn't have to suffer, so now I ask you as a lesser being of a man. Will you follow me as the head of this dynasty, together we will regrow, rebuild and most of all. WE'LL SHOW OUR WILLPOWER!" his motivated words striking tenfold as the air filled with applause, cheers, cries and whistles of joy.

"What is the name of our new leader?" a guard asked everyone turning his gaze to him.

"I have no name, but I have taken upon a name that stands for what we fight against. I am Indeem Feestar, last heir of the Feestar Dynasty, Hero of the Empire and destroyer of power. Those who seek power only sign their demise, I will destroy the corrupt for all the sake of life" the Warlock marked his words like chisel to stone. "Now, let us enjoy our festival. Don't think on what we don't have, but on what we do."