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Somewhere in the New World is a black and moist room made of the darkest stone. It has no windows, no furniture, no nothing. Not even torches. The only thing that stopped this room from being the definition of empty was the black silhouette of a being. Now, one would think, "Why would anyone want to be in here? It's empty and boring!" Tis what most would think and say. Only this silhouette is here because, this is where this one has been for a long time, often forgetting why this one is even here. Only for it to burn back into this one's head like an iron brander, hotter then any fire magic.
If one were to bring a source of light into this decrepit room, the silhouette would be banished, but the being would remain. For this one is chained here.
This... Room if you will, is a prison for this one and only this one. With light, you would see armor plates scattering the eroded floor, a gleaming silver demonic fifty cm long sword lay on the ground to the far right, among all this is a shackled, man with messy, unkempt silverish-gray hair reaching his nape and a bit further covered by a reddish-brown, black tight, but loose shirt and pants.
This one is imprisoned here for unknown reasons, the chains that bind him here have weakened and frayed with age, allowing him freedom with a hearty tug, but this one chooses to remain. Even when the silhouette is banished. This one waits for something...
And that something...
Is today.
A jet-black haired, horned maiden- with the beauty to make goddesses envy her, in a white dress with a pair of black angle wings at her waist was- "I didn't even think a corpse could be moist!" Well, maiden might be overstating her a little bit. This is Albedo, the Overseer of the Guardians of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. She is in charge of the general management and supervises the activities of the seven Floor Guardians. She is also the sister of Nigredo and Rubedo. Along with her sisters, she was created by Tabula Smaragdina.
Well, with what she just said, some would question her being a overseer, and she had just shouted at a short, pale, little girl in a really odd dress with a ribbon holding her hair, "What would you even know about being horny?! You must be wet twenty four seven!" Oh... Well, not much of little girl now, huh... Anyway, this is Shalltear Bloodfallen, she's a true vampire and the Floor Guardian of the first to third floors of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. She was created by Peroroncino, that... kind of explains the profanities.
Well... It's quite obvious what's happening and where this is, along with who these people are, yet this time. It will go from insults. To one little shove, which is going to change. Everything.
Aura and Mare, were here as well, two little, not so, dark elves. And Aura was trying to break them up, and she was doing a terrible job considering Albedo and Shalltear have started shoving and pushing each other, "You probably just seduced Lord Ainz with those oversized boobs of yours!" Shalltear shouted, while she was pushing and shoving Albedo.
Albedo was furious now, more so then before. She decided to use her breasts to her advantage, "At least my breasts are real!" Albedo exclaims, in Shalltear's face mind you, tis insult to injury at this point. "Okay, this is getting a little bit out of control..." Aura speaks, but these to are at each other's throat at this point and won't listen to anything.
"How strange... Don't normally hear anything in here..." This one could hear... confrontation? This one could hear shouting of all sorts, this one is confused at this, this one could never hear- Than it struck this one in the head like a war hammer. It resonated through this one's head, "It's time." As the thought sounded through this ones head, this one could hear grinding and more shouting, "What the?! The thrones moving!" it sounded like a boy, this one is confused, "Why is there a boy here?" This one, could hear foot steps. The steps were walking down the staircase, this one could feel the sensation of the light from the staircase.
The steps stopped, this one didn't to looked to see they were here, "What the hell? who's this and why is he here?" A woman's voice questions this one's presence? Did they not know this one was here. Foot steps, one of them is approaching this one, the staircase is only thirteen feet away.
Twelve feet. The steps persist.
Eleven feet. The woman is closer now.
Ten point five feet. So close, this one could smell her.
Ten- Instinct kicks in for this one. The chain holding this one's right arm is forcibly broken and strikes at the woman, this one didn't need to look to see his strike had been true, for this one felt the vibrations in the chain from hitting her, "Albedo!" Soon after the shout, this one could hear three sets of feet along with a resonating thud, signifying this one had knocked the other back.
This one started to break the chains.
Today is the day. This One will. Walk.
Albedo was flat on her back after the chained man broke his chain and attacked her, she could already feel a bruise forming, "Damn! That was unexpected!" Albedo exclaimed as she stood up, she could hear the others steps behind her.
Crack- Snap!
The sound of chains breaking stopped everyone, looking at the chained man, they could see him breaking the chains with no effort. As he broke the chains and stood they could hear rattling all around them, looking at the ground they saw metal plates everywhere, some were just rattling, while a few other threw themselves at the man.
Who had broken out of his chains and approaching them was being staggered by the plates hitting and making a place on his body.
Albedo continued to stare at what was happening, before she felt a soft fabric hit her and blind her, this caused Albedo to panic and thrash around as she couldn't see her enemy who among all the noise was still walking towards her, but his foot steps sounded different from before. Instead of leather, booted foot falls, they sounded like heavy steel thuds as he walked to her.
Still struggling with the fabric that's blinded her.
Until everything stopped, the rattling, the steel foot steps from the... Prisoner? Intruder? Doesn't matter, stopped. The silence made Albedo stop as well, before Albedo felt the fabric slid off of her and her sight returned to her, the first thing she saw was two, sharp, steel greaves that looked like plate after plate had be stacked on upon each other. Looking up, Albedo gazed upon a man as pale as her with burning, orange red eyes, which were narrowed at, well, everything and looked tired, as she gazed at his eyes, he surveyed the room, no- more like searching the room, before his head stopped scanning the room and looked in one direction. Albedo felt compelled, to look at what he was, but she forced her eyes to stare at him.
A sudden pain in her head distracted her, Albedo was disorientated and she felt like she was floating in water. Albedo felt something land next to her, she looked to her left and saw Shalltear face down on the floor. All of Albedo's senses stormed back into her head like a flood raging in a river. Albedo jumped up from her position on the ground, and was now standing up right and in her black, full plate armor with her battle-axe, ready to fight.
She saw him walking towards a demonic looking sword with chips in the blunt blade, deciding to not give him the chance to arm himself, Albedo bounded over to him and swung her battle-axe at him diagonally, only for it faze right through him, "What the?!" In her moment of shock the man had spun around and reverse-round-house kicked her in her abdomen with his plated boot, It didn't hurt her with the plate protecting her, As Albedo Recovered from the strong kick she watched him grab the blunt- Albedo gazed in shock as the blade refined it's self into a perfect, sharp edge.
Albedo would have charged right back at him only for Aura and Mare to attack him, "Stream of Lava!" Mare shouted as a stream of Lava sprayed out of his 'Shadow of YGGDRASIL', "Greater Magic Shield." His voice sounded like it hadn't been use for a long time, but it held power behind. Along with his words, a liquid like aqua blue shield formed in front of the him and caused Mare's 'Stream of Lava' to hit the shield, This made jump Mare slightly, who was sure this opponent wouldn't be capable of such magic.
Aura off to the side pulls out 'Queen', and tries to us the whip to restrain one of the man's limbs so he's open for an attack. She succeeds having the whip wrap around his left arm, only for him to grab the whip and yank it, causing Aura to fly at him. Shalltear watched as the man readied his sword for a stab at Aura's head, Shalltear stops this, shouting, "Force Explosion!" After the name of the spell was called out, an invisible shockwave hits the man's sword arm knocking the sword out of his hand but not stunning him, only making him flinch slightly. He Briefly glances at his hand, before flinging Aura into the wall. Afterwords he gazes at Mare behind his 'Greater Magic Shield' and raises his left arm with his index finger, "Chain Dragon Lightning." Mare's eyes widen as a dragon shaped bolt of lightning raced towards him, Mare thinks quickly, "Magic Shield!" The lightning strikes the shield and breaks it, the shield stopped the seventh tier magic, but the distraction of the lightning stopped the flow of the lava, allowing the man movement.
After the lava had stopped the man's first priority was his sword, instead of running he just walked to it. Seeing this as an opportunity, Albedo and Shalltear charge him, Shalltear with her Spuit Lance' and Albedo with her battle-axe, both in their armor. Albedo was first to reach him, she swung her battle-axe downward at him intending to embed it in his skull, but the man saw this coming and grabbed a hold of the poll of her battle-axe with his left gauntlet, "Your in my way." He spoke, bluntly and calmly, in the corner of his eye, he saw Shalltear charging at him with her 'Spuit Lance', instead of just throwing Albedo, he disarmed her of her battle-axe and threw her at Shalltear with his left. Shalltear had to lower her lance least she impale Albedo.
The man quickly tossed the battle-axe into his right gauntlet, he shifted he's left greave in front of him and right behind, stretching his left arm as if he going to catch something, poising himself to throw Albedo's battle-axe at Aura, who as recovered some from getting slammed into the wall.
After taking the appropriate stance for throwing, the man pushes himself forward with his left leg and uses the torque from his waist to empower the battle-axe's toss. Aura, who was still recovering from slamming into the wall, had to dive into the ground to avoid the flying battle-axe of death.
Afterward the combat had stopped. Mare had spent some of her MP during the fight, Aura was recovering from avoiding the battle-axe and hitting the wall, and Shalltear and Albedo were trying to get untangled from each other. Everyone stopped, breathing when they all heard the man move to his sword on the ground, Aura stood up ready to fight some more much like her brother, only for all of them to watch in confusion as the man sheathed his sword in a sheath on his back that none of them noticed before.
The man made his way to the staircase, completely ignoring them. When he got to the staircase, he stopped and ripped his sword out of it's sheath, this caused a chain reaction. Mare was prepared to cast a spell, Shalltear and Albedo fought harder to untangle themselves from the other.
"Not one more step." The man warned, as he held his sword in his left hand and had it pointing at Aura, who was standing on his left. The others waited in bated breath for him to make a move, "I have a question." Aura stated, this made the man raise his eyebrow, asking a armed and dangerous person a question.
Aura gazed into the man's eyes, they were narrowed... And tired? Is that what she saw? The eyes of a man who hadn't gotten any rest, "What is it." The man responded, as he stared at her with his sword aimed at her throat. Aura could tell he preferred fact and logic over fiction and unreasonableness, this almost made Aura frown, almost, "How did you get here?" Aura asked, they normally ask 'who are you' or 'what's your name'.
"I was always here." He stated, as he sheathed his sword and walked up the staircase. As he ascended the staircase, the other's walked over and listened as his steps faded the higher he went up, "Um, w-what just happened?" Mare asked, while he looked at the other's.
Albedo looked at all of them, "I don't know." Albedo said, as she gazed up the staircase. After a few moments, they noticed how they couldn't hear the man's greaves hitting the staircase. This prompted them to ascend the staircase early.
After a few minutes, they were back in the throne room. The man was no where in sight.
Mare casts 'Detect Life', she only detects the others.
There's no one here, aside from them.
He's gone, he disappeared.
like a wraith
The man walked down a road, a stream was to his right with a lone tree and to his left is a dense forest. The man walked the road in silence, until he starts to hear the rattling of a carriage. Not long after he heard the carriage, he saw the carriage. There was a boy on the carriage which was surrounded by other armed people, no doubt guarding the carriage. The man stepped to the side a foot or two, as to avoid the carriage and keep them out of his personal comfort zone.
As the carriage came closer a pressure started to weight
Gazing at the carriage as he walked, he analyzed them, four men, one woman, two boys, all armed except the one on the carriage.
The first boy- no, it's a girl. Her face is to feminine for a boy, her skin is to subtle as well. Regardless, she can still pose a threat, she brown hair and blue eyes, she has a catalyst with her, a spell caster type.
The second boy, he has bowl-cut blonde hair and... Blue eyes? I can't see past his hair, he has a leather apron on, must be a smith.
The man with the long sword on his waist, blonde hair and blue eyes, the sword just says he's a warrior type. The pressure's getting heavier
The man with the bow and quiver, blonde hair with brown eyes, a archer- no, he has a long sword at his waist. a Ranger no doubt,
The large man with the beard and bulky body, I don't see any weapons on him, not even a catalyst of some kind. Wait, there's three pouches held at his waist by a leather strip, another spell caster type.
The woman at the back, black hair in a hair pony tail and black eyes? Maybe dark purple, she has a cloak wrapped around her, I can't what she is, but she has a sword under the cloak. The pressure he was feeling was almost suffocating him.
The pressure doubled ten fold when he identified the source. A Man donning dark raven black plate armor with gold trimming and two great swords crossed over his back, a red cape was draped over his right shoulder, the man could feel the armored man's gaze burning hole in his head. The stare down was broken by the man's black plate armor smacking against it's self.
The man continued walking past the black armored man, as the man gained distance from the carriage, the pressure started lifting, but the memory was still fresh, the pressure was lingering. He could hear the man and woman converse with one another.
"Momon, you felt it as well." The woman spoke, giving the man a means to identify the black armored man, "Yes, I did Nabe." Momon stated, acknowledging this 'Nabe', while he looked at Nabe though his helmet, before looking forward, "But, something was wrong with it." Momon spoke- no, stated.
Nabe looked at Momon, "The pressure he was giving off, it was... in pieces. I felt it in one area on my body and nothing in another." Momon spoke, he looked over his shoulder and watched the man walk away, "Like rain, or a w..." The man walked out of hearing range by the time Momon was about to finish what he was saying.
"So, I'm not hallucinating. Half my power has been sealed, but when... Is what I would like to know." The man thought as the pressure from Momon slowly dissipated, the man continued walking down the road, but he was walking a little closer to the forest on his left, "At least I'm alone, no one to bother me. Good." The man thought as he wandered down the road.
Little did he know, he would encounter someone that will drive him mad.
But be his best companion.
The sun had set, the moon and stars had taken their rightful place in the night sky. One would be able to see the beautiful night sky, if it weren't for the camp fire surrounded by a merry group of laughing adventurers, in this group is Momon and Nabe. However, Momon was to distracted by The man in red and steel that had walked by them, "He was strange. And he felt powerful too! But, half his power was sealed, I'd say he was just bit weaker then Albedo. If that's how strong he his with half his power sealed, than... How strong is his he with all his power?" Momon thought, looking away from the stars and at the bowl of soup in his hands, seeing the spoon in his hand, his thoughts drifted to the armor the man was wearing, "He's armor looked familiar too. I can't remember it's name, what was it? The 'Duigam'? No, that's not right... The 'Durieal'? Maybe, it was something along the lines of Durium-" As soon as the word appeared in his head, it resonated through his, hidden, skeletal head, "That's right it's called the 'Durium's Knight' armor, armor that once belonged to a overlord named Durium, the Third Berserker Overlord. The armor's lore in YGGDRASIL says that he conquered the world of Asgard within six months. How did that guy get the armor?" Momon's thought, while staring at the spoon.
Even though it has been a long while since they all last saw the man, Momon looked in the direction the man went, "The better question is. Was he a player? Or a really powerful NPC..." Momon thought, before he heard his name being called, he turned back to the 'Swords of Darkness' and went on with the night.
Later in the night, Momon received a call from Albedo, about a man in a secret room underneath the throne, "What did he look like, Albedo?" Momon asked over the call, "He had messy, gray hair, orangery red eyes and a red shawl, Lord Ainz." Hearing the words that came from Albedo's mouth made Momon or Ainz's eyes widen in realization, "I-I walked right by him, earlier today..." Momon said as he looked at the road, since he was on watch for the night.
The man... How about we just call him Durium, for now. Durium trudged along the road, the stream that was on his right has long since disappeared into the thick forest that was now on both sides of the road, Durium also had started to walk in the center of the road long ago. In the distance Durium heard the crack of thunder, hearing the drums of the heavens, Durium looked up from the road ahead of him and at the sky.
Upon looking at the sky Durium saw a flash of lightning, fallowing the lightning was the crack of power that fallowed it, echoing through sky and soon reaching Durium's ear. Shortly fallowing heavens spear, whatever gods are up there started to cry.
At first, heavens tears were gentle and unnoticeable, in a few short minutes. It was as if heaven's flood gate had opened, showering the land with rain.
The rain pelting Durium's form slightly eased his fatigue mind, but did nothing ease his mind completely, "I need to be careful, this rain and harsh wind is ideal for knocking branches and trees down." As if fate just wanted to prove his thoughts right, a tree branch fell right behind him, not bothering to turn around to inspect it as he knew what it was, "Must not distract myself from my journey to the near by city, 'E-Rantel' was it?" Durium thought as he trudged through the now muddy road, with slow strides as to not fatigue himself.
As Durium walked along the road, in the distance he saw a young boy running towards him, upon the boy getting closer Durium could see he had no protection from the rain, only brown tunic and tan pants with leather boots on. Seeing this made Durium furrow his brow, "Even a boy isn't stupid enough to run in the rain without a cloak of some kind." As Durium watched the boy run closer and closer, Durium saw a man and woman running behind him in the distance, "Their not the boy's family, their armed and covered with blood. Bandits or raiders, different name, same meaning." Durium would have continued walking had the child not ran into his leg, and looked up at Durium with blood on his face, "Help me! Please!" The young boy shouted at him, Durium reached for his sword and pulled it from it's sheath.
Ready to kill the child that was to close for comfort, only for a thought to cross his mind, "I'll help you," The boy smiled brightly at Durium, "In exchange for information." The boy looked at Durium, at first he was confused, but he soon remembered the two murders chasing him. When the two murders surfaced to the forefront of the child brain, he nodded his head furiously.
The boy soon felt his momentum change as the man threw him to the side and into the mud, now that the boy was off to the side he could see the man more clearer, he was wearing armor the boy thought only villains and bad guys in stories wore. looking to his left, down the road and at the two murders, he saw them both standing there and panting like they had run a marathon, the short, lanky man with the red bandana wrapped around his head spoke first, "Hey, why don't you hand over that brat to us and you live, whatta ya say?" Durium looked at the man in disgust, not for the fact he reeked, or the fact that he expected him to just give him the boy- who had promised information. No, it was the fact that he thought he could intimidate him.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. The 'brat' has promised me information, in exchange for your heads." The two bandits, looked at one another, before the man started bursting into laughter, the woman on his left however just started sweating. Durium looked at her with his fiery red eyes, "She knows... Good." The man had stopped his laughter at this point, and looked a Durium with rabid, hungry eyes and a grin fit for a savage goblin.
The two men just stared at each other for a moment, before the bandit ran at him, Durium readied himself for a decapitation, he crouched down and stretched his sword arm -his right arm- out, palm face down, and waited as the man came closer, Durium's eyes were directed at the man's neck, like a wolf ready too pounce the lone rabbit. The bandit lunged at Durium, "Wrong move."
Durium stepped forward and swung, finely cutting of the man's head, quickly stabbing his sword into the corpse's chest, Durium slammed the corpse into the ground behind him. Durium removed the chipped, razor sharp, blade from the bandit's chest and flicked the blood of the blade.
Durium leered at the woman, whom was shaking in fear, when she saw Durium's gaze, she turned around to hastily and slipped in the mud. The boy watched in horror as the woman ran for her life, only for the young child to see Durium raise his hand a point his index finger at the woman. The child heard two words, two words that would haunt him for eternity, "Hell Fire." A little, dark, blood red flame darted from Durium's finger and at the woman. Upon contact with the woman's back as she continued slipping in the mud to get up, the small flame burst into a burning bloody plume of evil, dark fire. The woman screamed for a few moment before she, and everything on her, was turned into ash. The young child stared in horror at what he witnessed.
The child was broken of out his stare by the nightmare now standing in front of him, "Now, shall we trade information." Durium asked, the child was to terrified to say no, "Now, I only want to know one thing," The boy looked at him, waiting for what his question was, "How much further is the fortress known as 'E-Rantel' from here?" Durium questioned, awaiting the young child's answer. Durium wasn't blind, he could see he was terrifying the young child, but he couldn't be damned to care.
"I-it's a-a day's w-walk f-f-from h-here..." The boy stuttered out of his quivering mouth, what the child saw now wasn't a man, not a monster either, but a nightmare- no! A Night-terror.
"A day's walk, huh... I'm grateful for the information. Now, what is your question for me." Durium asked, he watched the young child stop shaking for a moment.
"W-what's y-your name?" The child asked, he wasn't stuttering as much as when Durium asked him how much further E-Rantel was.
"Your strong boy, I like that. A very rare trait for someone your age." Durium spoke, making the child stop shaking a little as he looked up at the night-terror, "Now, my name..." Durium spoke, as he finally sheathed his sword and gazed at the child, "Is, Aratus." The now named Aratus started walking off down the road after speaking his name to the child.
The child fell down to the ground on his hands and knees once he couldn't see the night-terror anymore.
The child stayed like that for a few minutes, before he could hear the sound of horses coming his way, as fast the thundering sound of Horses galloping through the rain came, it stopped. Looking up the boy saw a man in white armor with a sunbathed face and short trimmed black hair and eyes of the same color, he was slick from the rain and he look down at the child, "Young child, what happened here? Are you injured?" The man in white armor spoke from on top his white steed.
"I-I'm fine..." The child looked down as he spoke, the man looked at the child and cringed.
"My name is Gazef Stronoff, What's your name young one. " The child looked up and saw a leather armored hand stretched out for him.
In this exact moment the clouds parted and the sun shined on the man, making him look like a hero from the stories his mother told him, The boy took Gazef's hand and was heaved onto the horse sitting in front of the saddle with Gazef against his back.
"Ren. my name's Ren." Ren looked up at Gazef, as they rode down the road.
"Let's get you home Ren..." Ren soon fell asleep on the horse.
Durium, now named Aratus, was trudging through a village with a bit of dried blood staining his right hand, and it's not his. The village that had been attacked by bandits? Here's a quick recap of what happened.
The bandits were loitering around the village they had taken in the past few hours: Murdering anyone that tried to stand against them, Pillaging the houses, and raping anyone they pleased; men, women and children alike. All the bandits stopped what they were doing upon hearing the sound of Aratus's multi-plated greaves hitting the muddy road, Aratus didn't even glance at the bandits and just walked through the village as if it were a ghost town, devoid of life.
Well, that's would have happened, had the bandits not surrounded him. Aratus gazed at the bandits surrounding him, gauging them in the process, and determined they were all weak. Aratus could hear the disgusting sounds of; chuckles, snorts and chatter from the bandits. Among the bandits were; elderly people, women, men and, yes, even children.
Disgust flooded Aratus' being like a dam bursting from too much water, "This is disgusting. I'll just kill them all." Aratus thought, pulling the demonic sword from his back and gazed at the leader, at least he assumed the woman that was cleanly dressed, and almost beautiful enough for his standards too. Almost... Too bad she has to die.
The bandit chief was a lustrous woman with bright red hair and green eyes with freckles dotting her face, "SO!" She shouted at him from the three foot distance, that Aratus could cover in one leap, she was most likely trying to encourage her renegades and intimidate him, "Who the fuck do you think you are, waltzing in here like you own this shit hole!?" She shouted, whilst giving Aratus a crazed, murderous glare while smiling like a cheshire cat[1].
Aratus stared at her as she started too swagger her way closer to him, she stopped one foot from his kill zone when Aratus pointed his sword at her. She stopped when the sword appeared right between her eyes, forcing her to look cross eyed at the tip of the shiny sword. The action caused the other bandits too tense and draw any weapons they had on them, however they didn't move or jump to strike him. Aratus could see she had raised her hand, signaling them to stop and not attack him, "Now, now guys! I don't want a single scratch on his...his..." She stopped whatever she was saying as she looked at his face and...
Bit her lip? Hard enough to draw blood when she gazed at his cold, sharp yet dull, fiery eyes, "His... Handsome face~" She spoke- no, slurred would be a better answer.
Aratus's eyes narrow at her as she grabbed the blade tenderly with her left hand's finger, pulled it to the side and walked forward, successfully slicing into her fingers and causing blood to trail down Aratus's demonic sliver blade. She was standing right in his kill zone, every fiber in Aratus's being screamed- no, screeched at him to kill her, but he willed himself to withdraw his instincts, "Something about you is so... Intriguing~" She stared at Aratus's eyes, and he did the same. All expression and emotion left her face, unintentionally starting a staring competition.
After a few minutes she saw something in his eyes, something dangerous, she removed her hand from his sword and backed away, "Clear a path and let him out, don't get to close! Unless, of course, you want to die a quick and painless death!" She shouted sternly, this quick change in personality caused Aratus to raise his left eyebrow questioningly. The Bandit Chief saw the question coming as she watched her renegades scatter to form a path for Aratus, "If we even tried to fight and kill you, you could easily slaughter us like pigs." This statement made her men sweat bullets, as well as for them to start whispering amongst themselves.
Aratus didn't question this and sheathed his sword and started to walk down the path they had created for him, well he would have had he not be stopped by the chief, "Hey! What's your name, handsome?" She shouted, Aratus turned his head to look at her over his shoulder, "Aratus." Aratus stated his name for the second time that day, the bandit chief scoffed and smirked at him, "Well, Aratus, my name is Electra, Electra Lunartail[2]. Have a good one, handsome!" With Electra's rather friendly send off, Aratus continued walking forward.
And that's what happened one, maybe, two hours ago. Aratus looked in the direction of the sun, blocked out it glorious flare with his left gauntlet covered hand, "It's getting late, I should be at E-Rantel in the next two maybe five hours, the boy I helped said it was a days walk, might be six hours." Aratus looked forward and continued walking on the often traveled dirt road. The sound of the bush along with it's residences and Aratus's multi-plated armor was the only sounds coming from the surrounding area.
Aratus looked around himself at the health vegetation as he walked, "I might as well enjoy this. It is peaceful, but I personally prefer combat." Aratus thought, walking down the dirt road proved to be oddly relaxing for him, the sensation of his tensed muscle slowly dissipated, greedily sucking in the clean purified oxygen from the rain storm soothed him fur-
Clang!
Aratus's eyes snapped open when he heard his armor plates smash against him and the other plates, Aratus's right eye twitch slightly in irritation as he stared at the armor, however a thought forced it's way into the fore front of his mind, Aratus fallowed the thought and caused his armor to disappear along with his red shawl, sudden information flooded Aratus's mind, information that assured him that he still had his armor, but he 'stored' it away. With sudden disappearance of his armor, all Aratus had on was a pair of black leather chaps with blackish red cloth pants underneath, on his feet is a pair of reddish leather boots, over his chest and arms was a black brownish shirt that looked like it was made of leather, covering his hand were tight, black leather glove.
On Aratus's back was his sword, knowing he was armed Aratus continued walking in blissful silence, with nothing but nature's instruments and his sword. Aratus continued traveling to E-Rantel.
To Be Continued.
Next Chapter: The double door entrance of the local Inn in E-Rantel was kicked open, forcing a gust of wind to mess up Aratus's already messy hair- who was sitting at the table closest to the entrance.
[1] 'Smiling like a cheshire cat' is a reference to the Cheshire Cat's wide grin in 'Alice In Wonderland (1999)'.
[2] 'Electra Lunartail' is a female Griffin name, Electra Lunartail means 'electric moon tail', don't ask. I just thought it was a nice name.