DeVonte Bloodfist

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De'Vonte Bloodfist

DeVonte Bloodfist

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De'Vonte wakes up from a deep slumber, clueless to how he has arrived in the healers bed, and how he received the many cuts and gashes over his body. Very sore and in pain the man peers around the room until he sees a dark figure sitting at the edge of the bed beside him. The figure was ghost like with a dark robe shroud covering its face. The figure did not move but continued to do, what looked like, stare at De'Vonte. De'Vonte was strangely enough not frightened by this presence. He looked to it and asked, "who are you?". The figure laughed an evil cackle. De'Vonte then paused deep in thought, memories escaping, mind slowing, unable to concentrate, nor the ability to remember his own name. After moments of time passing, the dark figure moves closer, looking upon De'Vonte, with what looked like an evil grin upon its face. As the figure looks upon De'Vonte it begins to speak in a low voice, "Memories of your past have been forgotten, you are a new man, you shall be known as De'Vonte Bloodfist, with a new destiny ahead of you, your goals and personal qualities have been altered to fit the needs of your new lor.." the figure stops abruptly as if it had said to much, "You shall seek out Mistress Calamity, she will tell you what you must do in this new era.. If you are to fail you shall be imprisoned into a prison of chaos in the darkest abyss with all manner of abysmal creatures... Do not fail her.." Before De'Vonte has time to question the figure, it begins to vanish into the darkness, sucking the warmth out of the room, a burning sensation makes its presence known on his arm and a mark appears, the candles go out. The room begins growing colder and colder, water begins freezing, and once again De'Vonte is falls asleep.

"Mister De'Vonte are you ok?" De'Vonte wakes up looking into the eyes of the towns healer, "Where the am I?" De'Vonte asks, the healer laughs, and continues to tend to his wounds, "Mister De'Vonte you have not moved for nearly two weeks! You must have been dreaming" De'Vonte looks at his arm and notices the mark, his encounter with the dark figure has set him into his new found course, other scattered dreams exist but make little sense to him, "I must follow this new course, I must serve him, I live to serve him.."
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