Mask of Typhan Part 2: Death to the immortals
Davin was plunged into a see of darkness. No light, no sound, for a time he was entirely alone. Then from behind him he heard a calm, confident voice speak. “Well what do we have here?” The owner of the voice walked around into davins view. He was a tall dark man in fine cloths. He was eyeing Davin with a air of amusement. “My name is Davin Messordeus, sir.” The man chuckled “Sir? How polite.” He stood directly in front of Davin now, a smirk playing across his face. He had an air of age to him, although he looked no older than forty. “My mother always said when I doubt you should be polite. It’s easy and can’t make anything worse.” The man gave an approving nod. “Wise woman. I am Typhin. Do you know that name boy?” He searched his memory for a moment before finding the names place. “My mother used to tell me story’s of the ancient gods, not the old ones, but the ones before them, and one was named Typhin. Although I’m afraid I can’t remember what he was the god of.” The man waved his hand dismissively. “Assigning gods specific rolls is a mortal fabrication. Although I’m beginning to like your mother quite a bit. Wise and both knows, and tells others of us old gods. Pitty she’s dead.” Devins heart skipped a beat, his stomach knotted, as he choked out his question. “Dead?” Typhin gave a solemn nod. “Do you know what’s happening right now?” Davin shook his head, still realign from shock. “Allow me to explain. There is a group of immortals that call themselves the Shimval. They are seeking powerful items to aid them in their end goal. Which is why they came to your town.” Davin interjected. “Gods killed my mother?” His confusion evident on face. “Not gods, immortals. Immortals are those who do not naturally die, or who do now know death as you humans do. Gods are immortals with great power. The Shimval want power to become gods themselves. They are also seeking out our conduits in the world in an attempt to hinder our efforts to stop them. Conduits like the mask Edimus Crom just put on you. Edimus has been seeking out magical items for academic reasons for quite some time. This wasn’t a problem until the Shimval found out and have been tracking him down in an effort to obtain the items from him. This can not happen. Davin, I want you to become my tool. I will grant you power through my mask. Become my right hand, my instrument of destruction. Track down the immortals, and in my name, kill them all.” Davin was plunged back into absolute darkness. Typhin was gone. His head still spinning from the news of his mothers death. Then he opened his eyes and saw Edimus Crom’s hand drawing away from his face. He felt something surge through him, then his hands and his face grew cold. The professors backed away and watched as blue flames wreathed Davin’s hands and poured from the eyes and mouth of the black, skull shaped mask he now wore. Davin gripped his axe tighter, then turned to face the shifters.
