He does not care. He does not feel it. There is little he feels now. His thoughts drift back to before his existance became a curse, before his world was torn down around him.

As a member of the Guard one of his duties was to keep watch from one of the tow ers surrounding the city. He did not enjoy it, but it was his duty as a knight of the Guard.

It was an uneventful day so far, so he let his thoughts drift to his wife and da ughter, his wife was excited because he was to be promoted soon, she always beli eved that he deserved more for his service than he received. He was pulled from his thoughts as the alarm bell started to ring and the guard next to him simply dropped to the floor. Upon examining the soldier he found a small bolt protruding from his neck, judging from the fact that the soldier was breathing he assumed him asleep. As cries rang out around him to rally and draw steel knew of only group that used such po tent bolts.

There had been rumors of drow raids in the surrounding cities, but none figured they would come here. His thoughts again were altered when globes of darkness started dropping all around the city's defensive walls and towers. All around him the ring of steel on s teel and the cries of the dying filled the air, he drew his swords and started to leave the vulnerable tower.

As he went to the ladder though, the rocked and gave a great groan as if resisting collapse, he slid the rest of the way down and ran out of the tower. Right in to a group of drow.

One of the drow said something in his native language and the group ran off, leaving Cyric facing the leader of the group.

The drow came on in an aggressive attack, one that Cyric barely kept from cutting him down. He had to back up to prevent the drow's blades from slipping into his sides, parrying furiously he didn't even have a chance to couner.

As his back hit the tower he noticed the rest of his surroundings and his heart sunk into his boots. The entire city was already ablaze, screams of the dying filling the air around him, human screams.

He screamed and pushed at the drow in a reckless assault, he had to find his wife and daughter.

His random attacks got through the drow's defenses often enough that he was woun ding the creature, but not without a cost, he bled from numerous wounds about his body.

Luck was with him as a portion of a nearby building collapsed behind the drow, t ripping him up ad allowing Cyric to drive his swords into the drows torso, ending the fight.

He ran off not even bothering to withdraw both weapons, he had to find his wife and daughter.

As he turned onto the street his house was on his heart skipped, for his house w as not yet ablaze and looked unharmed.

Everything changed as he moved forward and watched in horror as a drow wizard appeared and used a wand to put a fireball into the house. The explosion blew out the windows and much of the walls, the house instantly consumed.

He screamed and regretted the action when the wizard turned and looked at him from down the road. All thoughts of escaping had long fled his mind, all he could see was the fireball entering the house, and the explosion that followed.

He screamed again and charged the wizard. The wizard chuckled and began casting another spell. He got 10 paces away when the wizard threw his hands out, and dar kness enveloped him.

He woke up in a strange room, with bottles, vials, and scrolls all over the place. He was on his back on a cold stone table, stripped to the waist. As he looked up the wizard from before walked into the room. "Ah, you're awake. Just in time too, I'm about to begin my experiment." the wizard said as he grinned wickedly.

The wizard then moved several strange devices near the table and set a cube of c lay between Cyric's legs. After he was done he began chanting, slowly and then picking up speed.

There was a bright flash and the last thing Cyric knew before blacking out again was the sound of his own scream.

When he woke this time he was standing in a small room, something felt... different...wrong...as he lifted his hand he fell against the wall of the chamber. In front of his face was not his hand, there was a hand made of clay!

His mind whirled as he tried to figure out what was going on. A moment later the only door to the room opened, and three drow entered.

He recongnized the wizard, as the wizard stood before him laughing Cyric screamed at him, "What have you done to me?!"

The wizard gave a cruel, barking laugh and answered, "I have simply made you a more effective servant, the body of a golem is much more suited to servitude than that of you flimsy humans."

This time Cyric's scream was one of rage. The wizard jumped back and ordered the other two drow to detain him. Cyric saw them, Cyric welcomed their advance. The first one to reach him was welcomed with a fist to the face that sent him flying across the room to slump against a wall. The second wasn't much better off, Cyric grabbed both hands and slammed him several times into the wall, he too slumped. Cyric picked up the weapons from the one next to him and turned to the wizard, who fled.

As Cyric charged from the room in pursuit he heard the wizard chanting yet again, he kept charging with the image of his house still burned into his skull.