RPG Nature and Necro PG(mild violence and some adult language)

[Nagi Tomo]

Gail looks bewilderd the pain in her head faints a bit."He just bowed to her?"her eyes widen.She runs tword Raynor an lifts him into her lap."Sr wake up.....sr?"she slaps him in a little an he doesnt wake.She ran to the bathroom an grabed a cloath a soaked it in cool water.Hurry back to raynor she puts it on his fore head."i hope hes ok."she thinks.The others start to move around."Father are you ok?"she asks.He nods his head.Gail looks down at Rayner,he seems to be in a dream.

[Lostcause]

Raynor floats in darkness, with his arms crossed, his back straight as a ironing board. Eventually he starts to sink, to which he never changed his pose. He stands on a rafter beam within an old dojo. Raynor looks down like a vulture eyeing his prey.
" You must realize what you are. The last of the Isa tribe. Your parents. Your neighbors. Your ancestors, all of their lineage is now on your shoulders. You can not fail!!!!"
[I]Master Othila, you son of a bitch. You never did let me clear my head. Old wretch, you never let me rest my body either.[/I]
Raynor laughs in the rafters, stairing down at his old self. He looks over himself, viewing his young, frail body. There was no muscle mass. No blades. He was so young, so vulnerable. Raynor thought to himself, [I]How did I become the man I am today, with such a weak childhood.....[/I] He stared down into the dojo, listening, remembering. The smells, the sights, they all brought back memories. Memories that symbolized simplicity. Back then, Raynor knew what the necromancers were, but he was not commonly in battle with them.
"Train Raynor. You must get stronger, otherwise, you will never be able to pass on your culture or your tribes name. Even now, the necromancers are after you. They are sniffing you out, trying to find your current position. We must survive their attacks."
Up in the rafters, years sped by. He looked down once more, but this time it was a more sorrowful tone.
"Master, you treated me with such anger and hate only to harden me for the future. You saw what was in store for me, and I thank you for your guidance. You never trained me, you just helped me grow as a person. Everyday experience helped form me as who I am."
[I]The blades... That's the day I went into her room, took her knives, and left the dojo for good, right after burning it to the ground.[/I]
A couple hourse later, Raynor's view from the rafters was no longer possible. He stood next to his younger self.
"Good bye Master Othila. My past has been burned for as long as I know. May you rest with the spirits of my people. I will purge this world of the evil that it now holds. You can trust me with my tribes legacy."
[I]I then took Master's blades and trained with them. Years went by, and now I am in a church, dead.[/I]
As Raynor slipped into the sea of black once more, he began to hear a voice, barely audible over his heart beat.
[I]"Sr wake up..... sr"[/I]
Raynor thought to himself,[I]They finally realized I was out. And to think I put my life in their hands.[/I]
[I]"I hope he's okay"[/I]
[I]Well... better get back to living in the present. No use on looking back at the past.[/I]
Right before Raynor awoke, he realizd he wasnt alone in the sea of black. Off in the distant, Raynor made out a figure who looked like Aella. She stood in a white robe, from head to toe.
Not realizing what it meant, Raynor awoke to the sight of a vampyr still at a full bow to Aella, and the nun with her hand over his forehead.