Diego Vendrix
Wielder of the Sapphire Water Staff
Ruins of Atlanta, US
Janurary 1, 2013- 6:00 AM

The sound of water... dripping... dropping...

The calming motion of the sea... the flow of rivers...

Diego stirred as his eyes slowly opened. He sat up and looked around. He was alone... literally. Despite the seismic activity and the cosmic events, the buildings remained the same. The lights were busted, but there was still a little power. He looked around. Everyone was gone... literally. They vanished. Diego got up and went outside. He checked his watch.

It was New Years Day at 6:00 AM. Diego attempted to use his cellphone, but it was dead... out of juice. Diego sighed and shivered as tears ran down his face. He was scared. However, he bit his lip and wiped the tears. Despite the truama, he realized he needed to move. Diego looked around as he slowly walked around the city. It was barely dawn, the sun wouldn't rise for a couple of hours. Despite this, he looked up and saw stars.

He saw them as you could see them in the sky without light pollution or anything. He gazed at them in wonder and awe. He then remembered the faint blue light. Something called for him. He began walking to a park nearby. Something stood, stuck on the remains of a fountain that still flowed. It was a weapon.

It was a staff. It was a quarterstaff to be exact. It appeared to be made out of a dark, smooth and strange-looking metal. However, what stood out were the two large ferrules of sapphire. The staff also had mystical looking symbols and a handle also made of sapphire. Diego climbed the fountain and pulled the staff.

When it came out, all went white for a moment.

Except for the others. He saw the others for a moment.

A wielder with a Scottish claymore adorned with garnets...

A wielder of a large dual-headed warhammer, resembling a gavel and colored of orange amber...

A wielder of a large jousting lance adorned with topaz...

A wielder of a double-edged axe with emeralds...

A wiellder of a strong English bow decorated with amethyst


Diego shook his head as the vision faded. He tested the staff. It felt... natural for him to use it. However, this was cut short as something moaned. Diego turned around and faced... a monster or a ghost of some sort.

It was humanoid, but it was like a living shadow. Translucent and gray, it was still solid based on how it removed a rock out of the way. It lunged at Diego, which Diego repelled it by swing his staff and some of the water hit the enemy.

Diego was amazed, but his fear won out and proceeded to fight the being.

((First monster encountered!

Name: Malignant Echo
Mythology origin: N/A
Description: Malignant Echos seem to be a malevolent entity formed from the dust of the surrounding environment and held together with trace amounts of magic. They are formed when people vanish through raw amounts of magic. When a person is forced out of the physical plane by certain magic, an impression of their body and spirit is filled. The void is filled with the trace amounts of magic and dust. Malignant Echos occur when the being is composed mainly of fear, anger and negative emotions, resulting in a shadowy echo of a person held by remains of the surrounding area and magic.
Weaknesses: None; physically weaker than a human. Can be defeated by an experienced fighter.))