Thread: From the fires of hate. (Angel and Distain)

It was 500 years ago to the day when Thanos died. Well the first time, 500 years ago nearly to the hour directly where he was currently standing he died. The temple to the High Elven god Elune on the front stairs standing in front of dozens of Elven women and children he fought. He to this day was not sure why he did it, everything in his life told him to kill those people but he could not do it. Instead he turned on his friends, his family, his fellow Drow. He was their most promising young soldier, many thought he would one day hold the highest rank a male could have, general. Many thought the Queen would take a liking to him eventually and make him a king. That all changed with a few swings of his sword. He killed over 100 young Dow that day with the help of the few Elven men that where there. Once he reached his commander though he found his match and more. They battled on these steps for several minuets before Thanos made a fatal error. He over shot a swing and left his back completely exposed. Standing there his hand running over his shoulder he is still amazed by that blow. Entering his shoulder about 2 inches from his neck and leaving the same distance under his chest. Seven bones the blade went threw and never once even slowed. His sword arm gone along with several parts of his body he fell and began to stain the now pure white marble with his blood. Even as he lay there dieing he marveled at how he never felt the blade. It was easily the sharpest thing he had ever laid eyes on. Elune greeted him not long after his death thanking him for saving her temple and those worshiping inside. As a gift of gratitude she brought him back to life, and returned to him an arm. His new arm how ever was not made of flesh she could not return that to him instead it was made of solid silver. It was easily stronger then that of 3 men and many times had crushed the handle of his sword when he lost his temper. As he stood there in his mind 500 years after the day he should have died he still was angry for his gift. Eternal natural life and this arm? A gift? He whispered to himself as the elves began to cast strange glances at him. It was growing dark and they did not wish a Drow in their temple after dark. You can refuse a gift. With those angry words he turned and walked down the 3 stories worth of stairs. The notoriously long elven memories had faded and now only a select few who had a loved one die or be saved on that day remembered him. It was because of those people that he was allowed to continue his ritual of visiting the site every year. With out them and their mandate that he be allowed entry and access to anything in the city he would be shot at the gate. Allowed access was required but fair treatment was not. He would, if he ever bought anything be charged 10 times as much. That was far better then what would happen if a Drow ever even saw him. Their memories had not faded not at all. They still remembered the day that the hand of the elven god entered a Drow and slew so many of their kin. He would forever be hated in his home his family long dead in retaliation for his crime. As Thanos left the city he turned and went to where he had been staying the last few days. It was not much just a small cave a few miles from the city. It was just large enough to house himself his horse and his things behind a large rock. He had grown used to sleeping hidden away as there was not one race on earth that would accept a Drow that would accept this Drow. He walked silently threw the woods not watching where he was going allowing his memory of the path threw the woods and his ears to guide him. He had not been attacked on this path in years the Drow rarely came this close to the city, and at night the elves never left.