Greetings Achaea, I've posted today to let the world know of the fate of
the traitor Khalid Yusef. Earlier this morn I was travelling to the
plane and I sensed his him in that realm. Calling upon my entourage I
mounted my Chimera and searched for him. He stood on the brink of a
swirling pool of chaos running his scaly finger along the edge of his
Bastard Sword. His Black robes wrapped around him and the winds of chaos
whipped around his person. With a snarl I dismounted my Chimera and drew
my Broadsword, Smaller but no less deadly then Khalids blade.
"Traitor" I hissed at him through clenched teeth. He didn't even respond
and brought his Bastard sword down inches from my face before my Orb
deflected it back. Using my tiger like reflexes I dropped into a roll
and came up behind him, sending the tip of my weapon in a backhand slash
towards Khalids midsection but his parry caught me off guard and sent my
sword spinning into the air. With little regard to my safety I knew I
must get my weapon back. I dropped to my knees and sent an elbow into
the side of Khalids dragon like legs which brought him to the ground. I
lunged at my sword, grabbed it and drove into where khalid was sprawled
to the ground. Right before contact a burst of lightning escaped from a
small storm into my ribs and caused my flesh to sear. Khalid used my
moment of weakness against me and slammed the hilt into the side of my
face. Blinded and wounded I reeled backwards and my fool nearly slipped
into the whirl pool and sucked me down. With desperation in my heart I
jabbed my sword into the g
"Archen, How does it feel to know that one of your friends is about to
kill you?"
Gritting my teeth and gasping in pain I replied,
You tell me.
With a snarl a brought my lithe frame swinging back up to the ledge and
lashed out with my foot, breaking Khalids leg bone in half. He looked at
me in shock for a moment then I strolled up to his kneeling figure, and
slid him into the Whirl Pool.

Khalid Yusef has been banished into Primal Chaos for Crimes against the
Occultists, Born a traitor, Die a traitor
-Archen Saer'rac

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Mayan, in the year 281 AF.