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Bysir turned into pure darkness and then reassembled himself as kiba's arm. With sweet tattoos and over 9000 muscles.

Bysir proceeded to punch Hex in the face and rip his flesh off through his anus, then setting him on fire all for being a doucher and losing drive for DB, which was his very own creation. Because of Hex's lack of discipline and focus, Bysir decided to go to Hex's room and make him do 300 push-ups because Bysir did in fact out rank Hex by quite a lot and had many years of service on him. You should all pray for Hex.

Bysir headed to the southern end of the town, where He found a home clearly marked "Orions." Bysir wasn't very social and encounters like this made him nervous. Bysir stepped to the door and knocked three times...

Bysir made it into the small town of Yisra taking note that he had been followed. It didn't seem like the follower wanted to do any harm, so Bysir just dismissed it. He walked up to the first person He saw and said "Excuse me, I'm looking for a smith with the last name of Orion, do you know where I can find this person?"

[REVER UP!!!!]

REVER UP!!!!

Strength:2+
Endurance:1
Dexterity:5+
Intelligence:1
Willpower:1
Luck:3
Bysir increased his Darkness abilities to the point that he may now linger in the darkness realm as long as he wishes. His ability to sense color and skill has been fine tuned and His Darkness aura now spreads a bit farther during meditation and takes less time to reach distance.

Bysir stopped for a break near the peak of one of the smaller mountains in the ridge. He opened "The Darkness Becomes" and began reading. After a couple of hours Bysir fully understood the technique to control Darkness ripples, this was great news! Bysir now only had to tailor this command of Darkness to fit Kiba's need and the young paladin would be saved from a life spent serving the Darkness, and would hopefully server Bysir in facilitating Prince Wensil's death. Bysir had already arranged a contingency in case Kiba refused to help him, which was seeming more and more likely. Bysir closed his book, meditated a while to ensure he grasped the Darkness and then set out to Yisra, which he was now making his way to by following the smoke trail he assumed was Yisra. All the while Bysir swore there were eyes upon him, he even got a similar feeling to that of the Elkfolk, a happy feeling, yet at the same time he sensed immense danger and the presence of the Spectrum somewhere in these mountains. The Others had mentioned an enemy of the Darkness in these ranges, but Bysir had never been curious or stupid enough to go looking. Bysir just hoped that whatever it was would either not detect him fully, or choose to leave him alone....

Bysir normally took Harpies by surprise, but no matter this had happened before. Bysir timed his attack pefectly, the Harpy was not more than a few meters away when Bysir rolled right, shot against a tree, rebounded and caught the Harpy on it's back with a long slash from his blade. Bysir landed across from the Harpy, turned around and prepared for the next encounter.

Wind Harpies do not taste very good. Bysir had learned this when he spent YEARS (literally) working out a method to isolate a Harpy. The trick was, you see, to set a rudimentary trap for the "bait" Harpy. The following group of Harpies would then converge on the location of the distressed Harpy due to a pheromone release, all but two that is. One Harpy would circle the group and approach from the other direction, searching for other would be attackers. The final Harpy would loiter back, guarding the rear. The trick was to make your way in between the attacking group, and the rear guard, approach from the attack site and overtake the Harpy before it could call for help. Bysir set his trap, made his way to where he believed the attacking group would come from and hope that none of the Harpies had wised up to his trickery...

Bysir sat and relished the pain for some time, it had been awhile since he felt alive. He gathered his intellect and removed a poison vial from a pouch. Leaning over the Elkfolk, Bysir proceeded to fill the empty poison vial with Elkfolk blood. Bysir then began stripping the edible meat from the beast, wrapping it and storing it in his pack. Bysir walked down to the campsite and drank the Elkfolk's soup, then began a cursory search of the campsite to see if there had been anything of use. not so much value, Bysir cared nothing for money because he had always had a means to what he needed. While Bysir rummaged through the Elkfolk campsite, he planned his next move. Wind Harpies were very common in the area of the mountains he had lived in for the past centuries. Bysir noted that there was a den of Harpies not more than a half days walk from the spire, and decided to head there once the camp had been searched properly...   

"Wha....wha...what are your  names?" Bysir felt a sudden rage creeping up from somewhere deep inside him. The Elkfolk continued to stare curiously at Bysir. "My name is....." Confusion clouded Bysir's mind, something was very funny about all this.... Bysir suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, happiness hurt! "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" The Elkfolk joined in Bysir's laughter for a few moments, until Bysir's laughter became obnoxious. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" The Elkfolk stared in what could be described as fear at Bysir. Bysir continued laughing and lunged at the nearest Elkfolk "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Bysir knocked the Elkfolk off it's feet and landed on top of it, he began striking the beast with his fist, first only to it's head, then across it's entire human like torso. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Bysir began to tear peices of flesh from the beast, devouring it all while laughing. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!" The other two Elkfolk looked on with horror as Bysir beat their friend to death, ripping flesh from him and eating it! Bysir's laughter slowly trickled to a burdened sob "HAHAHA....HA...HA...HAHA..." Bysir stood, covered in the Elkfolk's blood and tissue.......

Meet Bysir. It's a stolen image, drawn by slaine_69, title is "assassin" but I thought it fit my character well.

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Bysir was taken aback by Kiba's response. Has Azrael already corrupted Kiba's mind? No matter, Bysir had already made up his mind to help the paladin, regardless of Kiba's intent on helping Bysir into Prince Wensil's chamber. After all, "The Darkness Becomes" would help Bysir master his control of his own inner darkness which would no doubt provide a way for Bysir to exact his revenge on his own. I must consult the Dark Counsel. But before this, I should seek the Elkfolk The Shifting Blade would prove valuable in the coming battles, Bysir made up his mind to acquire the ingredients for the weapon before seeking the Dark Counsel. From what Bysir gathered, the Elkfolk were rumored to reside in "The Spire" near Darson. Bysir spent most of the afternoon studying "The Darkness Becomes" in a dark corner of the Darson Library. Because of this, Bysir's control over his own dark powers increased and he began to understand a technique to command ripples of the Darkness. Bysir entered a deep state of meditation, his inner darkness crept to the forest's edge which was not far from the Library. In the blink of an eye, Bysir was in the woods. He stood and turned to face Darson,  there he saw the Army of Prince Capsol, and his new "friend" if he may very well be. Good luck Kiba, hold to the principles of the Order and confide in the Spectrum. I will not let my fate be yours. At that Bysir turned and began his search for the Elkfolk.

Bysir eyed Kiba, wondering if the paladin was strong enough to do what was going to be necessary. "I have not read this entire book, only a few pages. In this book however, I believe lies the key to your sword. Azrael is of the same Darkness that this book claims to be able to control. In the first page, it clearly states that in order to control the Darkness you need not be of it. That means that you can learn this Kiba. It may require a sacrifice of yourself, but I'm sure the Spectrum will be more lenient on you than they were on me. I'm not sure how long you have before Azrael begins to affect your mind, but I need to understand this before I can help you. I have a proposal. Prince Wensil has murdered my grandson. I understand that Prince Capsol plans on attempting to take the throne from his brother. Give me a few days, to tend some business and learn more from this book. Once I have an understanding great enough to help you, I will meet you at Castle Terna, or wherever you may choose. For this I ask only one thing. When the day comes that the forces of Prince Capsol are upon Unificus, grant me entry to the city and aid me in anyway possible in my quest for Prince Wensil's blood. Is this a reasonable bargain paladin?

"Indeed." Bysir thought for a moment. "I am disappointed that our brethren have forgotten us so quickly. You see Kiba, I too was once a Paladin. Silver Serpent House. Many of us were persuaded by the Darkness to leave The Order and serve it's cause. Only now I fear I have lived a farce. Marcus Bysir pointed to the Librarian gave me this book, it is written by his great grandfather." Bysir sets "The Darkness Becomes" on the table. "Xenos Rayth was a good friend of mine, and fellow member of the Dark Circle. Shortly after our exile and damnation by the gods, Xenos and I went our separate ways. In this book 'The Darkness Becomes,' Xenos tells of the Darkness' betrayal of the Dark Circle. Xenos also, however, tells of a way that paladins can use the Darkness' power against it. Redemption, if you will. I will never again consult the Spectrum, but perhaps I may still do some good in this world. As for you Kiba, I fear I must tell you that possessing Azrael gives you only three options. Option one: Embrace the dark nature of the weapon and let it's power guide you. Option two: Discard the weapon and embrace the Spectrum. Or finally, option three: Keep Azrael, fight the Darkness within, and eventually succumb to madness. Fortunately I believe I may be of assistance, maybe even giving you a fourth option."

"Azrael you say? I have heard of this weapon, but only in legend. I can feel it's power, Kiba. It is said that there is a blade to match, rumor I gather. As for my business, I came to this library seeking knowledge of the beast You and I both saw. Marcus aided me and then some. Let me ask you, what do you know of the Darkness and of the Dark Circle?"

Bysir took his seat, realizing this Paladin wasn't here for his head. "An honor, Kiba. Having been touched by the Darkness I am able to detect, if you will, other's alignment with the gods and the blessings they have bestowed." Bysir chose his next words carefully.Might as well drag it out in the open Bysir thought. "I sense you carry an object, or item touched by the Darkness?"

"Greetings Paladin" Bysir stood, and turned to face the Paladin. Bysir weighed his options, flight wasn't an option for this Paladin was not alone. The Paladin spoke as though he had seen through the eyes of Darkness, which meant that his exposure was enough to justify friendly conversation. "My name is Bysir, I am a Dark Paladin of the Dark Circle. YOU on the other hand, are blessed with..wind manipulation is it? Of the Blue? And what shall I call you good Paladin?

A strange presence descended on Bysir, Something was near. Just then a large Paladin walked in to the library, Marcus hurried to great Him. Bysir decided to stay seated, and try not to cause any reason for this Paladin to suspect him. The two conversed, and then Marcus led the Paladin straight toward Bysir! Marcus wouldn't give me up, not after that speech Thought Bysir. Marcus and the Paladin continued past Bysir, the Paladin looked straight at him There is something very familiar about that Paladin, and I sense a dark presence. Bysir knew this was no ordinary Paladin, the darkness had touched this one, but to what degree?

Bysir wandered into Darson's library and was greeted by the librarian, an older man with a kind face. "Good afternoon sir, My name is Marcus and I am the Librarian here. Is there something I can help you find?" Bysir paused for a bit, He wasn't one for conversation and had lost the art somewhere through the years. "A book, I'm looking for a book that can answer some....questions I have about the beast of Darson forest. Do you know of such a work?" Bysir inquired.

Anee Mitesif, too much hookah brosef. If I were you I would visualize third eye, motionless state and grok. Much to be learned of this experience.

over 9000?!?!?!?!