User:Blastedt/Blinded Ritualist

''Dwayna give me grace...

''to survive this punishment.

''Melandru give me power...

''to strike directly at them.

''Lyssa give me wit...

''to outsmart powerful foes.

''Grenth give strength,

''and Balthazar courage.

''cause I know...

''I don't belong...

Here with Grenth.

Day One
A lone ritualist, with his eyes bound in cloth forever more for the first time, stands wearily at the gates of Shing Jea Monastery. His dreams had come true. His various aunts and uncles forced him to be a ritualist. His dream however, was to be standing as an Elementalist, strong and proud.

Now, his eyes were bound horribly, forever more, and there was no going back from it.

"Why, why, why is the world so cruel?" he asks.

No one answers.

Day Two
A lone ritualist stands nervously in Kaabo Cemetary. Suddenly, something horrible popped up. Devoid of any skin, a masterless bone horror stood before him. What an accurate name, horror. He screamed. Then, he remembered the skill rings he had been given. With little sight due to his recent... initiation, he quickly snatched up one that he had been taught was "Pain". He prayed it would help, and quickly knelt and used it. Something almost as horrible suddenly rose, chained, from the depths of the ground. It glanced at him once, then started viciously throwing fireballs at the horror. Startled, he almost didn't notice when the minion started hitting him. Startled, he used Vengeful Weapon. When the minion hit him, it actually hurt the horror and healed him instead! Despite this, he was injured. He found Union, hoping it would be beneficial, and used it. Another fiend rose from the ground. It looked at him with a soothing glance, and a snakelike ethereal chain attached itself to his arm.

"Why, why, why was Gai not a tad more specific?" he asks.

No one answers.

Day Three
A lone ritualist stands in front of a Soul Keeper. The strange spirit had left him to observe some time ago. Nervously, he touched the box. Another horrible spirit came forth. You know things are strange when you don't even flinch when one of these...things pops up. He hurriedly used Pain and Union. He then began to use Paniful Bond, but, oddly, the spirit was unaffected. Quickly, he used Vengeful Weapon repeatedly. The spirit became ragged at the edges, then suddenly it gave a dreadful shriek, and fell deep into the earth. Quickly, before HIS spirits did the same, he ran over to the second Keeper. It opened, and produced the expected spirit. He once again used Vengeful Weapon repeatedly, and it fell. He resummoned his two spirits, and moved on.

"Why, why, why do I must endure this?" he asks.

No one answers.

Day Four
A lone ritualist stands wondering what to do. His henchmen waited nervously behind some ways. He had promised to free this woman's son. Would he regret it? A huge mob, there was no other word for it, stood a ways ahead. He and the henchmen were hidden safely, for now. He sighed, summoned his two spirits, and charged. Before anyone noticed him, he quickly used a powerful skill ring he had been given, Spirit Rift. A bright blue orb rose above the heads of the now shouting Crimson Skull. They charged, and several got blown to pieces. His spirit of Pain began laying in on them. He viciously used the Vengeful and Brutal Weapons and the Weapon of Warding on his party. Many Crimson Skull fell, and he and his henchmen beat a quick retreat. After the Crimson thought they had chased him off for good, they went back to their camp to lick their numerous wounds. He found a new hiding spot, and repeated. Things were beginning to look grim, as the Crimson Skull did not stop chasing again. He turned and summoned another Rift, and was almost struck full in the face by an axe when his spirit of Union saved him. he muttered a quick prayer to Balthazar, and moved on.

"Why, why, why is life so hard?" he asked.

No one answers.

Day Five
A lone ritualist stands on the ice. His henchmen and a yeti stood nearby. The poor yeti; he wanted to bring honor to his family by dying in battle, and he had robbed him of that by killing the Tengu. He had pledged to help find a worthy foe. A small group of Tengu suddenly saw them, and attacked. Quickly, he used Pain and Union; a little setting up can't hurt. He used Spirit Rift while Yorrt smashed them with his clubs. His henchmen waded in, and they quickly dispatched the Tengu. He sighed, and started walking again. Then, he saw a large group of Tengu up ahead. He quickly shaked Yorrt's hand; it smelled. He and his henchmen hid while Yorrt began to lay about him with his giant club. Sadly, he died. He and his henchmen burst forth to reclaim his club. A Tengu warrior ran at his face; he used Spirit Rift and his Union saved him. One of their necromancers started leaching his health. He used Weapon of Warding to stop it, and kept on fighting.

"Why, why, why is the world so warful?" he asked.

No one answers.

Day Six
A lone ritualist stands on the dueling platform. Soon, other elementalists-to-be would come, and they would fight. He turned, and saw them. Immediately after they allied, and started, four storms appeared over his team. He ran out and casted Pain, Union, and a storm of his own. Spirit Rifts of his began exploding over their heads. A few daggers flew towards his face, and he shielded from them with Vengeful Weapon. They struck back, and his henchmen joined in the fray as well. Several people were lying dead, and the instructor was laughing heartily. They fought on.

"Why, why, why is living so harsh?" he asked.

No one answers.