Anton De Manteau

Anton Marc De Manteau is a forge apprentice living in the towns of Lumaire and Port Colossus.

Some of the most powerful weapons in Rathnir are forged in the Lumaire forges. Anton, following in his father’s footsteps became a forge apprentice. Anton was born in Ozenburg to Stenn and Amile De Manteau. Shortly after his birth the family moved to Lumaire. Where his father slowly moved his way up the ladder until becoming the Lord of Lumaire. Where his family became a minor nobility. Trying to follow in his fathers footsteps, Anton became interested in politics. Unfortunately he was not as skilled as his father, during a peace talk he misinterpreted a word from the translator and accidentally insulted the Prime minister of a small nation, Anton then had to flee from the meeting under barrage from those in attendance. Anton reported this to his father who, not wanting to take any chances, ordered extra security to be placed around the estate. However this would not save the family as later that night a hooded figure scaled the walls with cat like reflexes, after reaching the top of the wall he unsheathed his weapon. The green blade almost glowing from the moonlight. The assassin slipped through the halls of the estate completely unnoticed, until reaching a single guard stationed outside of Anton’s room, he took the guard by surprise. Slicing through the guard’s lower abdomen, the guard let out a small cry that was quickly silenced by a second slice and the guard crumpled to the ground. He opened the door to see the sleeping face of Anton sitting in the bed. He assassin moved next to Anton and grabbed him by the throat, raising the dagger above his head. Anton, still groggy from being woken up, almost got killed by the blade,managing to move his head. The blade grazed his cheek, sending a sharp pain through his cheek. The skin around the wound began to sizzle and burn. Anton rolled out of bed and charged the attacker. The assassin simply sidestepped Anton and watched as he crashed into the wall. Anton fell to the floor. He looked up hopelessly as the attacker raised his dagger once more and plunged it into Anton’s chest. Anton coughed up a small amount of blood and stopped moving. The attacker wiped the blood off the dagger and put it away. He stepped out of the room and grabbed the bow and an arrow from the dead guard and advanced on the master bedroom. He slammed into the door, breaking the lock and sending it flying open. The two occupants of the bed shot upright, The assassin raised the bow and fired. Sending an arrow straight into the head of Antons mother. Who crumpled. The attacker then turned to Stenn, putting another arrow in the bow. He was about to release the arrow when the bow string snapped. Hitting the man in the face. He looked at the dagger now embedded in the wall and ran. Dropping the bow he ran down some stairs. Stenn was now hollering at the guards. Summoning guards from everywhere. Arrows began to fly as he sprinted through the halls, desperately trying to lose his pursuers. He exited the estate and sprinted for the main stairs. He ran down them and into a guard tower. He slammed the door and jammed the lock. He scaled the ladder like a cat and popped up at the top. Shoving a guard off the top he ran along the wall, looking for a way out. The doors on both ends burst open and guards poured out, Stenn was in the lead, Still in his pajama bottoms and a chestplate. The attacker looked left, then right. Turned around, gave a small salute, and jumped off the wall. Diving into the water below. The archers' arrows fell short. Ract threw his sword down and stormed off. He couldn’t go home, he knew what he would find if he went there. He instead went to his workshop. He walked to the dustiest section and pulled out a book. He slammed it down in a rage. He read the title. A beginners guide to necromancy. He flipped through the pages and sat down. The candle was down to a single bit of wax when he finally blew it out and shut the book.

300 years later

Ract muttered the ancient words and slammed the scepter into the earth. A small patch of grass turned blue and began to shake. A small hand burst through the soil and began to pull itself out of the earth. Ract was amazed as the creature from the dead rose up. The bunny looked up at him and ran into the forest. Ract stared down at the scepter then turned around to the two crosses where his wife and son were buried. He stepped up to his wife’s grave and slammed the scepter into the ground. Nothing happened. He tried again to no avail. He tried over and over again until his able cracks appeared on the scepter. Ract summoned all his strength and speared the scepter into the ground. It shattered into a million pieces. Amile’s grave did not move. But Anton’s began to glow blue and shake. A hand shot up from the ground and Anton pulled himself up. And then he stared at his father. And for the first time in 300 years Ract stood face to face with his son.