It had been a long journey for the lonesome warrior, no one followed anyone to Baol anyways. The suffering, the clouded judgement had finally overcome rational and joyful thinking. It was the end of the line for the Paladin warrior.


Fomor avoided this unknown armored person as it traversed the dungeon, being handed the keys to the next room without a single fight. The black wizard appeared to be waiting for her... "And so falls another pathetic Knight of the dying light in this world." it spoke roughly, yet truthfully to the young warrior, it continued "and so we bring forth a Warrior of the darkness, and Knight of true power and Honor, and strength".


Odiellia noticed the armor rather fit onto her, then her managing to fit into it. The black material formed to fit her body type at a rapid rate. "now for the hard part" she mumbles, slowly but very surely the presence... then the pain rose in her as overwhelming darkness rushed into her body. A scream rang out through the dungeon as it reached the poor beating heart within her chest.


A Dark, Unholy Knight had been born, this one would be a true reckoning to the Paladins, "..and tot hose who wronged me... and to those who think they can stop me.". Grabbing a lowly goblin and slamming it into the ground, completely crushing its head in by the shear force. Odiellia was now more powerful, and ruthless.


She left Baol quickly and quietly, the Dark armor disappearing, but the darkness itself growing and festering within her mind and soul. She had the growing need to conquer or win against something powerful. As she returned to Erinn she made a beeline towards the main battle arena of Dunbarton. (yeah, I can fit pvp in this )


A clash of blades, an unhappy fall to the ground, the rush of a lance, the Hard thrown punch of fighter gauntlets. This was what the Battles taking place looked like in the center of dunbarton normally filled with shops. Odiellia couldnt stand this day, only wanting to shop carelessly and chat with friends before. She stepped into the ring and called out "Who here is a true master of the sword? what about a fighter of disciplined combat? Who here will take me on!?"


A young man stood up and stood positioned, ready to fight on command almost. "Odiellia, of the Alstroemeria Guild Crest, I will take you on." He announced, drawing a rapier and entering the arena slowly. Odiellia drew twin blades coated in a set of black dyes that could only match the darkness of an abyss, and stood waiting, weapons not yet raised.


The young man was an elf and as soon as the bell rang out to begin the fight he disappeared from visible sight and rushed Odie, if she hadnt seen him coming through the dust being kicked up by his shoes he may have succeeded. A simple sidestep followed by slamming her swords down into the poor boys back threw him to the ground in pain as he became visible once again, the blood began to run.


"I give I give, forfeit!" He yelped in pain, Odie picked him up and threw him almost nonchalantly across the arena's length, a loud snap and the boy clutched his arm and yelped in more pain. If the rules stated that the fight could be stopped by a third person, he would have long ago been spared. Odiellia knew exactly what she had been doing from the start, this arena in specific had been for beginners only.


"HArrrrrghh!" she yelled victoriously, bringing her right armed blade down into the boys back once more. The boy collapsed to the ground... barely breathing, the horn blew three times signaling the win of Odie's ruthless combat. It also snapped her out of the combative and intense trance she was in, a moment later and she's looking around wondering where she even is.


Her attention was drawn in by the whimpering and wounded Elf. Gasping and tears coming to her face as she realized what she had done, in only a moment she had bandages and begin chanting healing spells as quickly as possible. After a few moments the boys wounds had been healed, but his pride certainly seemed hurt as he quietly thanked Odie for her kindness "and probably the biggest eye opening fight I've ever had" he said smiling before slowly making his way back to the crowd.


Odiellia left quickly and quietly, no need to draw any more attention then there already was. She stopped outside of the city walls where it was quiet and began to punch the wall in anger, silently yelling "what in the hell was that, what was any of this. There was not supposed to be anything like this. Im a Knight of Honor and Power, not a fool fueled by anger, preying on a poor helpless enemy!". She continued her abuse of the impenetrable wall until her knuckles were bloodied and almost in fact broken.


For a long moment she wept, unable to cope with it, as she finally realized it. Her choice to join the Dark Knights was not only a mistake, but a fatal one, she had newfound hatred for something that was a normal part of life for everyone. She found sudden hate against someone she had barely just met or even spoke to. This Darkness didnt let her see clearly, it all looked like a terrible nightmare that was uncontrollable almost.


She looked up, wondering what truly drove her to this in the first place... and then she saw it, the two who had begun to throw her into this spiral of pain and clouded thinking. She could almost see Loriko and Allie, her anger rose and so did her sword. She watched the two ghouls dance and tease her with harsh whispers as she grew more and more angry. She kept her sword sheathed however "when I've run the real ones through, I will finally achieve my true happiness I deserve." she spoke out loud to no one, as the two visions of friends turned bitter enemy to Odie disappeared into the distance. 


Her reason for becoming a Knight of Unholy darkness became clear, and she would stop at nothing to become a powerful, ruthless and merciless enemy towards them and those who would try to stop her from this new destiny. She grinned as she watched her veins grow black and her skin pale slightly, it was as if the Darkness was changing her into a newer, stronger being. And she enjoyed this feature. 


"Odiellia, the Paladin Warrior has died.. Odiellia of the Unholy Knights has begun her conquest, and those of this world will take care to bow to her or die by the blade she wields without mercy.." she spoke to herself raising her blade to the sky, smiling "Thank you Cichol... for finally giving me a reason to become what you've wanted me to...". A spinning turn, and the summoning of a Black horse surrounded in black flame, and Odiellia headed for the Port to Belvast.


(Sooooooo very sorry this took so darned long, and quality probably isnt the best, maybe not what everyone was hoping for, probably rushed, but so am i sadly, lol. I am so very happy for each and every one of you who read these and if you enjoy them I am even happier , I really hope you all enjoyed this one, and I hope you cant wait for the next one guys, cya next time, this is Odie, signin off~)