Xantrani Daethmastre
Rodcet Nife server

"Why"
Story by
Niteskie

hy? Why do I do this to myself?” Xantrani looked down at his battered robe, wincing as his neck cracked.

The battle had not gone quite the way he had planned. Everything had started well, but quickly spiraled downhill when his first spell fizzled.

“Magic," grumbled Xantrani. "What was I thinking?” He seethed malicious thoughts as he sat heavily on the stone floor. “I wear this thin piece of cloth and expect it to save me from the bruising I know I’m going to get?” He laughed.

Many times he had looked at the Knights and Warriors of the realm, seeing their gleaming armor and vicious weapons. Often he had dreamt of the protection of that steel armor after taking a beating. This was just such a time.

Anger roiled inside his small body. Without warning he jumped back to his feet, looking out across the room at the Drakes on the other side.

He began chanting, wisps of magic gathering about his small frame. Arcane forces began pumping through and around him, encasing the little gnome in a sea of swirling colors. His chanting became loud and frantic as he unleashed his spell.

A blast of force struck one of the Drakes, killing it instantly.

A smile crept onto Xantrani’s gnomish face as the euphoria of the magic faded.

"I know why."

Xantrani Daethmastre packs a deadly punch on the Rodcet Nife server.