With the recent death of his wife, Nikerym had been left with no personal family. His parents long dead, as well as his siblings. Ariana, had been the only he had ever cared for, and with her gone, he had been left with nothing.

Nikerym left the east gate of Arkane, a cold look filling his face, as he looked to the sky to estimate the time. He saw the moon high in the sky figuring around midnight. A faint glint of light came from the moon, and gleamed off the blackend silver of his armor. With care he snuck north into the great forest. Then an urge fell over him, fulling his consiousness, and he channeled the urge, the power emptying within his swordarm. He quelched his urge to sneak and began walking normally. Within moments several sylvan guards and soldiers fell before his path blocking it. Noting he was a Dark elf, the lead soldier charged at him. Skillfully Nikerym Parried this attack highwith his dagger then ran him through with his blade in the heart, small bolts of lighting bouncing from his blade in all directions across the soldier's armor. As the next guard came Nikerym sensed his weak point and struck, disarming him, then parried his second blade into a nearing comrade. The he made a swift strike to his throat with his dagger, searing his flesh as he did. Now only two guards remained, each carried spears and shields. Each made a thrust at him, however, he enticipated this, and leaped high into the air, and with a flip landed behind the two. With both weapons trained on their necks he swung, leaving the two, now lifeless corpses to fall to the earth. Now satisfied, his urge subsided, he walked away from the woods his face covered in blood, while none was his, it did not matter to him.