Chapter three: Tournament beginnings
All was quite in the money pit, Voldo went about his duties of patrolling the tomb, to make sure nothing would disturb his master's sleep. Though his eyes had been covered, and had long sense seen a light of any kind, he still moved around the place as though he had sight. It had been four years sense he had brought back that sword for his master, yet still no voice had come. Voldo was sure that the blade was the Soul Edge his mater had sought.
As Voldo thought about this, he heard a new presence enter the tomb. With speed unmatched, he raced to where he heard the noise. No one had entered the pit in a few years, rumors of Voldo's skills kept people away for the most part. This thought was soon taken out of his head as he loomed over the trespasser.
The man was garbed in a brown vest with a greenish turban rapped around his head. He wore tan pants with boots going up to the knees, and a belt containing many a pouch and a single scimitar. He had the looks of just another thief about him, nothing special, Voldo had taken many thieves out, many of that were better dressed for the job as well. The boy just kept looking around, searching for something. Gold, Voldo thought, It's always gold.
Voldo dropped from his hiding place landing softly behind the young intruder, his katars, Manas and Ayus, rapped around his hands. The boy's last thought was looking for money when Voldo slayed him, causing one of the bags to fall off and spill its continence to the floor, four small shards of a red metal. Voldo looked down and picked one up, it was admitting a strange energy, an evil one. The energy reminded him of the sword he had brought back, the one he thought was Soul Edge, but it was stronger. Could it be that he had not brought Soul Edge back to his master? But that would mean Soul Edge was still out there, and if he brought the real one, maybe his master would wake up.
Voldo's mind was racing, he flew to the sword he had brought back with the metal shards in his hands. He held them out to the blade, but with no response, it was not Soul Edge. He knew he had to leave now, the quicker he could bring back Soul Edge, the quicker his master would wake up. Voldo raced out of the Money Pit, leaving one piece of Soul Edge behind next to the sword he had found, not realizing it was gone.
Three days after Voldo had left the Money pit, another intruder entered. He wore an odd out fit, that looking like a cross between a samurai's armor and a ninjas uniform. Yet the colors where bright and his right arm seemed to be wooden, but still moved like a normal arm. There was a flag hitched to his belt and a mask hid his face.
Yoshimitsu ventured into the deep passages of the tomb, searching for some gold to give to a poor village he had been to. He ventured carefully, he had heard tell of a guardian that killed all who set foot into this place, and his sword had been taken four years ago. Yet he needed to find the riches this place illegibly help.
It was after a few minuets that he sensed a familiar energy force somewhere from the pit. The power seemed to guide him to a small room in the center of the tomb. Inside was dark, save three torches on the walls, a coffin lay in the middle, along with Yoshimitsu's sword. He stepped forward to claim his weapon, discovering a small shard of metal next to it.
He reached down and picked the two up items. His sword still admitted the dark aura it had before, yet, this metal shard seemed to have the same energy that his sword did. It was Soul Edge, it had returned. In order to purify his blade once more, it was his job to destroy the evil blade.
He tucked the shard in a pouch, took up his sword, and with out another thought, he left the tomb to find Soul Edge.
Another solder fell dead the gourd as the monster claimed his prize. The rain fell softly on the misshapen head of Necrid. It was a short while ago that the void had reopened allowing him to venture back into the real world. Yet even with his freedom, he only had on thought in his mind, to collect as many shards of Soul Edge, and kill who ever got in his way. Thus he walked through the land trying to find all he could, no other thought in his head. Maleficus glowed brightly in the containment unit he had in his chest.
Nightmare finished his little restock mission at the Chapel; he walked outside, a cloak on his shoulders. A single black horse was in the stables, a gift from Ivy no doubt, he hitched a cart to it and loaded it full of his supplies. On the sides he lashed his two swords, one on each side. Luckily the black mare was strong enough to hold Nightmare and his armor. With out another glance back, he was off.
He travailed for a day, heading where Soul Edge told him it sensed a shard. On the setting of the second sun, he arrived at a small town where Soul Edge said it found. It was quite as he trotted into the dusty streets, an inn was in plane site. He hitched his horse in the side barn and went in.
"Even'n," Said the innkeeper as Nightmare walked into the dimly lit building. "Need a place to stay?"
"That would be nice." Growled Nightmare.
"You sick boy? Your voice seems a bit horse, no matter, it'll cost you three gold to stay here."
"I'm fine, just the helm," He fished out three coins and placed them on the table with his good hand, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get some rest."
"Well, you'll be needing it if you all's going to enter the fighting tourney tomorrow." Said the innkeeper collected the money.
"The what?"
"Well, you just came, so I guess you wouldn't know. Tomorrow, they's gana hold a tourney, to see who is the best fighter in these parts, now, lots have come to par-take in it. Couple of chines looken people stayen' in the inn across the way. Grand prize is the oddest of trinkets, an broch with a glowing fragment of metal in it. Some say it was one part of the sword of salvation, that Soul Edge thing. I don't know myself, but people still want it. It was found in an antique store and everyone started fighten' over it, so to stop the fighting, they made this match to see who's worthy of it."
Nightmare thought for a moment, the tournement would give him some practice and would also give him a piece of Soul Edge, "I think I'll enter it, to show my skills."
"Well, good luck to ya' then, sleep well."
Nightmare walked up to his room and closed the door, tomorrow was turning out to be a long day for him, but it was all going to be worth it in the end. He placed Soul Edge next to the bed and striped out of his armor, ready for a good night sleep. Across the way, in the other inn, two warriors, Yungsung, and Seung Mina, also slept, not know who had just rolled into town.
All was quite in the money pit, Voldo went about his duties of patrolling the tomb, to make sure nothing would disturb his master's sleep. Though his eyes had been covered, and had long sense seen a light of any kind, he still moved around the place as though he had sight. It had been four years sense he had brought back that sword for his master, yet still no voice had come. Voldo was sure that the blade was the Soul Edge his mater had sought.
As Voldo thought about this, he heard a new presence enter the tomb. With speed unmatched, he raced to where he heard the noise. No one had entered the pit in a few years, rumors of Voldo's skills kept people away for the most part. This thought was soon taken out of his head as he loomed over the trespasser.
The man was garbed in a brown vest with a greenish turban rapped around his head. He wore tan pants with boots going up to the knees, and a belt containing many a pouch and a single scimitar. He had the looks of just another thief about him, nothing special, Voldo had taken many thieves out, many of that were better dressed for the job as well. The boy just kept looking around, searching for something. Gold, Voldo thought, It's always gold.
Voldo dropped from his hiding place landing softly behind the young intruder, his katars, Manas and Ayus, rapped around his hands. The boy's last thought was looking for money when Voldo slayed him, causing one of the bags to fall off and spill its continence to the floor, four small shards of a red metal. Voldo looked down and picked one up, it was admitting a strange energy, an evil one. The energy reminded him of the sword he had brought back, the one he thought was Soul Edge, but it was stronger. Could it be that he had not brought Soul Edge back to his master? But that would mean Soul Edge was still out there, and if he brought the real one, maybe his master would wake up.
Voldo's mind was racing, he flew to the sword he had brought back with the metal shards in his hands. He held them out to the blade, but with no response, it was not Soul Edge. He knew he had to leave now, the quicker he could bring back Soul Edge, the quicker his master would wake up. Voldo raced out of the Money Pit, leaving one piece of Soul Edge behind next to the sword he had found, not realizing it was gone.
Three days after Voldo had left the Money pit, another intruder entered. He wore an odd out fit, that looking like a cross between a samurai's armor and a ninjas uniform. Yet the colors where bright and his right arm seemed to be wooden, but still moved like a normal arm. There was a flag hitched to his belt and a mask hid his face.
Yoshimitsu ventured into the deep passages of the tomb, searching for some gold to give to a poor village he had been to. He ventured carefully, he had heard tell of a guardian that killed all who set foot into this place, and his sword had been taken four years ago. Yet he needed to find the riches this place illegibly help.
It was after a few minuets that he sensed a familiar energy force somewhere from the pit. The power seemed to guide him to a small room in the center of the tomb. Inside was dark, save three torches on the walls, a coffin lay in the middle, along with Yoshimitsu's sword. He stepped forward to claim his weapon, discovering a small shard of metal next to it.
He reached down and picked the two up items. His sword still admitted the dark aura it had before, yet, this metal shard seemed to have the same energy that his sword did. It was Soul Edge, it had returned. In order to purify his blade once more, it was his job to destroy the evil blade.
He tucked the shard in a pouch, took up his sword, and with out another thought, he left the tomb to find Soul Edge.
Another solder fell dead the gourd as the monster claimed his prize. The rain fell softly on the misshapen head of Necrid. It was a short while ago that the void had reopened allowing him to venture back into the real world. Yet even with his freedom, he only had on thought in his mind, to collect as many shards of Soul Edge, and kill who ever got in his way. Thus he walked through the land trying to find all he could, no other thought in his head. Maleficus glowed brightly in the containment unit he had in his chest.
Nightmare finished his little restock mission at the Chapel; he walked outside, a cloak on his shoulders. A single black horse was in the stables, a gift from Ivy no doubt, he hitched a cart to it and loaded it full of his supplies. On the sides he lashed his two swords, one on each side. Luckily the black mare was strong enough to hold Nightmare and his armor. With out another glance back, he was off.
He travailed for a day, heading where Soul Edge told him it sensed a shard. On the setting of the second sun, he arrived at a small town where Soul Edge said it found. It was quite as he trotted into the dusty streets, an inn was in plane site. He hitched his horse in the side barn and went in.
"Even'n," Said the innkeeper as Nightmare walked into the dimly lit building. "Need a place to stay?"
"That would be nice." Growled Nightmare.
"You sick boy? Your voice seems a bit horse, no matter, it'll cost you three gold to stay here."
"I'm fine, just the helm," He fished out three coins and placed them on the table with his good hand, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get some rest."
"Well, you'll be needing it if you all's going to enter the fighting tourney tomorrow." Said the innkeeper collected the money.
"The what?"
"Well, you just came, so I guess you wouldn't know. Tomorrow, they's gana hold a tourney, to see who is the best fighter in these parts, now, lots have come to par-take in it. Couple of chines looken people stayen' in the inn across the way. Grand prize is the oddest of trinkets, an broch with a glowing fragment of metal in it. Some say it was one part of the sword of salvation, that Soul Edge thing. I don't know myself, but people still want it. It was found in an antique store and everyone started fighten' over it, so to stop the fighting, they made this match to see who's worthy of it."
Nightmare thought for a moment, the tournement would give him some practice and would also give him a piece of Soul Edge, "I think I'll enter it, to show my skills."
"Well, good luck to ya' then, sleep well."
Nightmare walked up to his room and closed the door, tomorrow was turning out to be a long day for him, but it was all going to be worth it in the end. He placed Soul Edge next to the bed and striped out of his armor, ready for a good night sleep. Across the way, in the other inn, two warriors, Yungsung, and Seung Mina, also slept, not know who had just rolled into town.