Mystic Marks

In almost every age, a figure most of the so-called civilized races emerges, a figure they know as the Dark Lord or Demon Lord emerges, this figure always seems to be from one of the less-common or rarer intelligent races, occasionally an intelligent monster. Of course, the ones giving the figure these titles never bother to take a look at situations and circumstances surrounding these figures. The less-common intelligent races have more benign names for this figure, they are an entity that isn’t as much of a threat as is stated.

The ones who have called these figure the Dark Lord have been unable or unwilling to look at the circumstances for the areas and races around where the figure has risen up. To most of the so-called Enlightened races, this is just a figure that pops up every few centuries that needs to be exterminated. They never ask about or investigate the underlying problems that led t the figure's rise in the first place.

This story documents the emergence, development, and rise of the figure commonly referred to as the Dark Master. But before that, a little backstory. We’ll go back to just a few months after the Dark Master of that was taken out.

“Nice to see the injury wasn’t too dangerous,” said a fit, tall blond man with blue eyes, gleaming metal half-plate armor with stains of where ichor has splattered and took hold.

“You know just how impressive my healing is,” said a busty priestess in white vestments under her own half-plate armor, “seeing as how well I’ve kept you all healthy.”

“I Didn’t think we would have a challenge like that,” said a towering, well-muscled man that was clearly part giant that was in heavy armor, which he was in the process of removing from his figure, with a large war hammer at his side.

“At least I didn’t need to use one of my higher leveled spells this time around,” said a voluptuous fox woman with white fur and a green robe adorned with blue arcane symbols.

“It also helps I didn’t have to worry about my blades getting broken after just a few hits,” said a dark elf male in leather armor with 4 daggers, 2 shortswords, and a pair of arming swords on his baldric at his waist.

Panning out from the group, they’re all off to the side of a mature adult dragon with green, red, and brown scales with four blue horns on its head. The blond man turned his attention to the group. “So,” said the blond man, “what are your plans for what you’ll be doing when we get out of this place?”

“Well,” said the priestess, “Harrid,” she inclined towards the largest member of the group with a look of amusement, “will be getting married before going to settle down somewhere in the countryside.”

“Congratulations,” said the fox woman, “I received an invitation to be an instructor at the most prestigious mage school in the known world, maybe in a few decades, I’ll even be considered one highest ranked mages at the school.”

“Let’s just say that I have obligations that require attention when I get home,” said the dark elf.