Following the encounter with the masked girl, the attainment of the temporary Midgardsormr pactstone and the challenge issued by said dragon, we trudged through the deep forest silently, still shaken by the events that happened. Sunrise has arrived and typical of Alberia, it risen over the sky quickly. Before we knew it, the entire forest was bathed in shining rays. Nobody paid any mind to it though as Euden looked to be deep in thought, staring down at the ground while Notte and Zethia quietly talked behind him.
"Is something amiss, Prince Euden?" I asked and Euden looked up in brief surprise.
"No, no. It's nothing," Euden looked down at the ground again, "I was just… thinking. Back to what Father said when he sent me onto this mission"
"Oh? What did he say?" Sadly, I wasn't given much briefing beyond needing to escort Euden to the Windwyrm's Wood to attain his pactstone. Beyond that, I knew nothing.
"He said that a Sacred Shard was hidden somewhere here in the Mistholt. Along with the pactstone, I needed to retrieve it to replace a broken one within Alberia's city walls," Euden replied, "What I'm wondering is that if the Sacred Shard is here, why are there so many fiends out and about?"
"Your Highness, the bout of fiends we fought earlier were likely conjured by that mage. Look around you," I gestured around ourselves with my spear. Nothing but empty woods with a few woodland creatures skittering around in the morning daylight, "Nothing but the still twilight of nature"
"I suppose you're right," Euden bit his lip, "Still, it's possible the shard's power is fading due to age. The mage wouldn't be able to summon so much fiends if the shard's power held true"
"Father DID tell me that the power of the shards were gradually weakening," Zethia spoke up, "Sorry to interrupt you two, but I felt like I needed to tell you. After Father sent you on your quest, he went to the Binding Ruins to seek out new shards on his own"
"Father went to the Binding Ruins?!," Euden gasped in shock, "But nobody has stepped foot there for over a millenia. Why didn't you try to stop him, Zethia?"
"I did!," Zethia pouted, "But despite my warning, he said that with his power, he can overcome the Binding Ruin's challenges. And I trust Father's strength"
"Fair. But still…," Euden frowned before turning back ahead of him, "Let's worry about what's in front of us first. Where would the Mistholt be in a forest this huge…?"
"Perhaps some of the people living nearby could provide some help," Zethia suggested, "Where there are dragons, there are legends and ballads. It could be they know a song or two about the Mistholt"
"Wait, you two. Someone's coming" Notte warned and we stopped for a pair of people crossing onto our path. One of them was yet another blonde girl with a long ponytail, sporting a blue battle uniform of a Paladyn. In her hands was an azure blue lance and distinctly, she had a white rabbit-like puffball attached to the back of her outfit. Her emissary was much less colourful, wearing a blue and black hood and cloak that concealed their face. I could only spy specks of blonde hair (again) coming out of their hood as they clutched a jagged knife in their hands.
"Will you PLEASE listen? I have no quarrel with you!" The Paladyn cried, panting. Her grip on her lance was loosening and the assassin began to move in to strike.
"I care not," The assassin replied. Her voice was female, yet flat. What was with Alberia and it's blonde girls? Or blonde people in general?, "Now hold still and prepare to die"
The assassin drove her knife down onto the Paladin's stomach, but she cleanly sidestepped, not bothering to counterattack.
"Ugh. I have to stay alive," The Paladyn replied, gritting her teeth, "I HAVE to! Why can't you understand?!"
"Silence!," The assassin cried, "The condemned have no voice with which to speak!"
She took another swift stab at the Paladyn, but the lancer darted backwards and made her escape through the forest. The assassin barely noticed us and took off in a run, pursuing her prey.
"Aaannnd… there they go" Notte noted, mildly shocked.
"Did you see that crest? She's a Paladyn, a holy knight of the Church of Ilia," Zethia peered to where the Paladyn and assassin ran off to, "What is she doing all the way out here?"
I was just as surprised as the Auspex was. Paladyns were the elite fighting order of the Church who guarded mainly the clergy and high nobles of power in Alberia. They were tiers way above standard grunts and soldiers like I was. What was one doing alone out here in the forest and being chased by an assassin of all people?
"I don't know, but she clearly needs our help," Euden drew his sword, "Come on, everyone! After them!"
So much for finding where the Mistholt was. Following Euden's lead, we charged to where the Paladyn and assassin escaped off to. More fiends appeared to stop us, disapproving of my idea that fiends were not indeed back. However, they were nothing like the ones the masked girl spawned and nowhere near the same in numbers. We dispatched them with ease and moved on.
"Blazing Circlet!" Euden cried and spun in a fiery whirlwind of devastation, easily cleaving through the remaining fiends around us. Just up ahead were the two girls again, dueling with one another.
"Hah!" The assasin leaped, throwing a knife directly at the Paladyn's neck. Swiftly, the lancer rose her gauntlet to her head and deflected the dagger before bashing the shaft of her spear into the assassin's stomach, making her tumble to the ground, "Ughh…"
We ran onto the scene, weapons drawn and the assassin got to her feet, holding her abdomen in pain.
"Tsk! This is more than I bargained for," The assassin looked between us and the Paladyn, who looked at the rogue with strangely pleading eyes, "But I'll be back. Remember that!'
And with that, the assassin dashed off into the shadows of the trees, disappearing from view quickly. The Paladyn turned to us and wiped the sweat off her forehead with a grateful look on her face.
"Phew. Glad we arrived in time," Zethia smiled as she approached the holy knight, "What is your name, Paladyn?"
"Elisanne. And you are the maiden Zethia, are you not?" The Paladyn inquired, scanning the rest of us with her eyes.
"You know of me?"
"You are the Ilian Auspex and a member of the royal family, my lady," Elisanne answered politely. I silently snickered myself. The Auspex didn't know of her own fame somehow, "So yes, of course I know of you. What Paladyn wouldn't?"
"You're an impressive sight, Elisanne," Euden complimented, "Only a handful of the Church's knights are strong enough to become Paladyns"
"Wait a sec. If you kick so much butt, they why'd that chump give you so much trouble earlier?" Notte asked, glancing at Elisanne's spear, "You have a weapon right there in your hands! Why didn't you fight back?"
"Forgive me, but I'd rather not discuss the matter," Elisanne shook her head, looking away from us and to where the assassin escaped, "Especially you, Auspex Zethia. No offense"
"Very well. I respect your decision," Zethia smiled kindly and held out her staff, "At least let me heal your wounds"
A soft green light pulsed out of Zethia's staff and washed over Elisanne's body, healing the scratches, scrapes and gashes that plagued it instantly. The Paladyn looked over herself in awe, twisting her limbs with no problem.
"By Ilia… they healed instantly!" Elisanne marvelled, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that the Auspex is a master at healing magic"
"I have to be good at something" Zethia shrugged and at that moment, I lost interest in the conversation and moved away to do something else. Not like the trio of blondes would notice me away anyways.
"What's up ahead of us…?" I murmured as I pulled a map free from under my clothes. Unrolling the paper, I traced my finger on our assumed location and moved it to a small town up ahead. The town of Rovetelle.
"Someone there might know where the Mistholt is. Let's worm out some information" I closed the map up and began to trudge towards the town on my own. The Auspex and the prince had a Paladyn protector now, so I didn't feel needed. Plus, I didn't want it to be on my hands if they suddenly got killed. That would get me fired, captured and executed, hopefully in that order. I quickened my pace towards Rovetelle on that thought. The quicker Euden got his pactstone and retrieved the shard, the quicker I was dismissed and could move on to something else. I didn't want to be stuck with these reckless blonde heads.
"Excuse me, sir. Do you happen to know where the Mistholt is?"
"That mist-laden wood? Not sure there, buddy. The road is said to be treacherous and easy to get lost in, so nobody here has tried"
"I see. Thank you for your time"
I moved towards an old lady knitting on her porch. She looked wiser than the young men walking through the streets. Perhaps she knows something I could use.
"Pardon me, ma'am. Do you know how to get to the Mistholt?"
"Them Mistholt?! Where did you get that, son? From a fairy tale book?" Oh great, she was senile.
"No ma'am. The Mistholt like the mist-laden wood outside of this town," I tried again, but the elder acted like she didn't hear me, focusing entirely on her knitting, "... Ma'am?"
"What?!"
"Nevermind," I sighed and walked away. As I turned my back from the old lady, I heard her grumble under her breath.
"Damn young'uns today asking the wrong people. If you want some world knowledge, go ask a burly old adventurer. Now leave me alone!"
That's it! The local pub or adventurer's guild would be an excellent place to find the info I needed. I went over to the nearest bar, noticing a tall, tanned mercenary holding an imposing axe standing in front of the establishment. He seemed to be in conflict whether to go inside or not.
"Excuse me, sir? Might I inquire you about something?" I tapped the merc's shoulder and he turned to face me, his eyes glazing over instantly from my look.
"An Alberian knight? What are you doing all the way out here in the countryside?," The man gestured around himself, "This backwater town seems unfamiliar to you noble ilk within the city walls. Ha ha ha!"
I grit my teeth "I'm no noble, thank you very much. I'm just a common grunt. Now answer my question"
"Fine. Whataya want to know?" The mercenary grinned. This knight was probably going to ask where his lord was. He'd be happy to direct the soldier into the pub, where a little organized chaos could be had. People like him rarely came around and it was fun teasing them into having a good time outside of their luxury homes.
"I'm looking for the Mistholt. In particular, the wood where the Windwyrm lives" I told the mercenary and his mouth went agap with shock. This is what he asking for?
"So… were you sent by your lord to capture this Windwyrm or something?," The mercenary slapped me on the back, "C'mon, you don't need to be a slave to that old jackass. You're free now! Be a mercenary and just do what you'd like"
"I'd prefer to have a job that keep the pay steady," I growled, pushing him off, "And no, I'm not here to capture Midgardsormr. I came here on my own accord to seek info on where the Mistholt is. Now do you know or not?"
"Mmm, I can say that I spotted a dragon in the forest ahead before. I can probably guide you there," The mercenary stroked his chin, "But I still don't know what your lord wants with the dragon"
"My lord is Prince Euden of Alberia," I answered flatly, "He wants to form a pact with the Windwyrm"
Instantly, the mercenary doubled over, howling with laughter. The laughter attracted attention and before I noticed, Euden and his entourage were by my side.
"Adrian, there you are!" Euden grinned, "What are you doing here?"
"I think he found our mercenary who knows where the Mistholt is. Ranzal, was it?" Zethia frowned as the mercenary got up, wiping the tears of laughter out of his eyes.
"Ughh ah ha ha… Seriously? He wants to form a pact with the Windwyrm?" Ranzal asked again and i nodded. I pointed to the prince beside me and Ranzal burst into laughter again.
"What's so funny?!" Elisanne demanded and Ranzal's laughter seized, although a smirk was hidden behind his face.
"Nothing, nothing. It's just that this guy's a little whelp! No way is he strong enough to pass the Dragon's Choosing," Ranzal noogied Euden's head a bit before drawing his hand back, "Bet he's going to say that he wants to "save the kingdom" too!"
Euden's speechlessness gave Ranzal the answer he needed "Yep! He's just like that son of a fiend Prince Emile. You know, the one who BOUGHT his Dragon's Choosing and can't lead a squadron to save his life. What do you got, punk?"
"Hold your tongue, cur! Insult the prince one more time and I'll-"
"Whoa, easy there lady. Hold the lance at bay," Ranzal held up his hands to placate Elisanne's rage, "I'm just saying that it's a little hard to help this guy if he can't prove himself. Prince Emile proved himself a coward. What's to say that Euden isn't the same and can't lead Alberia? Please! I can't guide him to the Mistholt if the dragon won't even choose him!"
"This is to save the kingdom!" Zethia insisted, "The sacred shard's power is fading and fiends will overrun this land soon. If you could just give my brother a chan-"
"Go home. I'm not entertaining this nonsense" Ranzal crossed his arms, glaring at us.
"Grr, what do you know, you meathead?!" Notte cried, balling her hands into fists. Ranzal uncrossed his arms and flicked his finger towards the fairy, flinching her "Aah! Cheap move, ya chump!"
"Ah ha! So you think you have guts after all?" Ranzal grinned and picked up his axe, "Go on and prove it. I'll be waiting for you in the forest. Take me down, and maybe I'll help"
"We're not afraid of a little hard work," Euden stared hard at Ranzal with a determined look, "We'll gladly prove ourselves to you. We'll prove ourselves worthy of the Windwyrm's power!"
"Ha ha! Alright then!" Ranzal trekked down into the forest, axe in hand, "Don't let your goons do all the work and maybe I'll consider you better than your cowardly brother!"
As Ranzal departed, Elisanne steamed with anger.
"Your Highness, did you hear what he said about you and your brother?!" The Paladyn growled, clutching her lance tightly, "I swear the moment I lay my hands on him is the moment he regrets insulting the Alberian royalty!"
"Relax, Elisanne. What Ranzal said IS partially true," A flash of bitterness crossed over Euden's face, "My brother tricked Mercury into forming a pact with him and I haven't done much myself beyond train with Leif. I need to prove myself and make myself known in this world. I need to do it with my own power"
"Then lead the way and show that brute what we're capable of!" Notte cheered and Euden nodded firmly.
"Right. Follow me, everyone!"
We made our way into the forest again and I was really starting to get tired of fighting in this place. Small bouts of fiends appeared, but with our superior numbers, they meant nothing to us. Occasionally, the fiends would drop rubies, the currency of Alberia, random bits of junk and rusted weapons. Nothing very noteworthy.
"I heard someone's wyrmprint charm got stolen today," Elisanne noted, scanning the area around herself for threats, "Perhaps one of these fiends stole it"
"Did you memorize who it belongs to?" I asked the Paladyn and she shook her head, "Finder's keepers then"
"We can't just take a holy relic like that for ourselves!"
"Hey, they were stupid enough to get themselves robbed by fiends like this," I stabbed another goblin through the chest, ending it's life, "It's better in our hands"
"Why you-"
"Hey, there's a treasure chest over here!" Euden called. We made our way over to him and Zethia and he cracked open the box with his sword. Inside the dirty and dusty crate laid a card-like charm laced with metal links like a necklace or bracelet. A Wyrmprint.
"This must be it," I pulled the wyrmprint out of the box and examined it. On the back of the mystical card was the words "Mana Fount" and it's listed "effect", which was a slight boost to skill damage. I assumed skills were stuff like Euden's Blazing Circlet. Turning it over to the front, I saw an illustration of a waterfall bathing an orange, glowing crystal in it's cascade. A dazzling piece of artwork for sure, "Here, Prince Euden. You can make the best of this"
"How does it work?" Euden asked as he secured the wyrmprint over his bicep like an arm guard.
"Wyrmprints are created from special moments in time or someone's life. Their power is determined by how strong the emotion moment was when it was created" Zethia pointed to a necklace that I didn't notice before. Laced to it was a wyrmprint surrounded by a gold border, depicting the Auspex kneeling on the ground in prayer. A little egotistical to have a picture of yourself around your neck.
"Auspex's Prayer. Created when I prayed for your continued success and safety in your mission, as well as Father's," Zethis touched the wyrmprint lightly, "Their power manifests as long as it's in contact with it's user in some way. As for mine, it increases my healing output and protects me from curses"
"No wonder your healing was so potent…," Elisanne realized, "Not only because you were the Auspex, but because you had a specialized wyrmprint aiding you too…"
"Anything to help me assist my family more" Zethia smiled.
"If we're done with gushing over the Auspex's self portrait, can we get moving?" I huffed irritably. These blondes were driving me nuts, "No man like Ranzal is patient to wait for a fight"
"Of course, Adrian. Come on, everyone!" Euden called and we followed him deeper into the afternoon forest. Elisanne, despite her brash and rather zealot nature thus far, proved to be a superior fighter unsurprisingly. She was a whirlwind with her jabs, stabs and thrusts with her spear and watching her was like a graceful dance of blades. A befitting grace for a Paladyn.
"Euden and Adrian, take down those lines of fiends. I have this one covered!" Elisanne pointed her lance at us, "Brave Bastion!"
A brief orange pulsed brimmed from her spear and enveloped us in faint light. As I thrust and stabbed with my own spear, I felt it augmented with Elisanne's power. It was like I dealt double the damage for a single thrust. Euden performed similarly and we dispatched the band of fiends in half the time. Meanwhile, Elisanne was facing down a pack of her own.
"Skreee!" A goblin fiend whacked his club towards Elisanne's side, but she deflected it with her spear shaft and knocked the fiend away. The others took the cue to charge, but Elisanne began pulsing with light blue energy.
"Don't mess with a Paladyn! Hallowed Waters!" Elisanne leaped into the air and moon-dropped the surprised pack of monsters with all the strength in her lance. The moment the weapon struck the ground, it erupted in a spire of clear water that tore the fiends asunder. In an instant, they were gone.
"Aaaaamazing…! Girl, you are a machine!" Notte cheered as Elisanne grinned with pride, turning back to the awed Euden, "We were lucky to find this one Euden! She's incredible!"
"This is hardly anything to boast about as a Paladyn," Elisanne said modestly with a slight blush from Notte's compliments, "Others are capable of much more"
"Still, if you can lend me that power boost again, I can take on Ranzal myself," Euden grinned and Elisanne nodded in understanding, "He should be nearby now"
"That he is. Look" Right on cue, Ranzal walked onto the scene, clapping.
"Well, well, well, you whelps actually came. I'm surprised," Ranzal heaved his hefty axe over his shoulder easily "So Prince Euden, you think you're worthy of the Windwyrm's pact and leading Alberia? Or will you run with your tail between your legs like that Emile?"
"I am not my brother. Do not compare me to him," Euden pointed his sword at Ranzal, which was still slightly glowing from Elisanne's Brave Bastion, "And do not insult my family either"
"Cool and focused. I like that," Ranzal laughed, bringing his axe down in front of him "Let's see if your sword arm says more than your words. Come at me!"
Euden dashed towards Ranzal and the mercenary did the same. The two of them clashed weapons in the center of the forest clearing, Alberian knight sword to worn mercenary axe. Euden broke away first and tried to slash at Ranzal's waist, but the mercenary darted back and brought his axe down on a wide arc, intent to cut open Euden's shoulder.
"Aah!" The prince narrowly tumbled to the ground to dodge, grasping his sword tightly. Ranzal pulled his axe free from the ground, completely unfazed.
"Is that all you got? Come on!" Ranzal charged at Euden again and the prince skittered backwards to dodge, holding up his blade in a pale attempt to defend himself, "Tornado Bash!"
Ranzal spun himself in a circle, his axe outstretched. The sheer force of the blow knocked Euden backwards, but his blade deflected the most lethal of the strike. However, the skill wasn't finished yet. A small whirlwind erupted from Ranzal's axe and flew towards Euden.
"Prince Euden, get out of the way!" Elisanne cried from the sidelines.
"You can do this! Don't give up!" Notte yelled.
"This won't stop me! Blazing Circlet!" Euden's sword burned ablaze and he spun in a radiant red whirlwind that dispelled Ranzal's whirlwind and got a blast of flame towards the mercenary.
"Whoa! Storm Wall!" Ranzal threw his hand in front of him, conjuring a wind-laden shield that protected him from the brunt of the blow. However, in the dust of the attack, he didn't see Euden charging straight towards him.
"I WILL get the Windwyrm's power and prove myself worthy to Alberia!" Euden leaped into the air, sparking his sword ablaze again, "EXALTED FIRE!"
Slashing his sword downward in a mighty arc, an incredible crescent of flame rocketed from Euden's sword, blasting Ranzal's shield to shreds and sending him flying towards a tree, smacking against it hard.
"Ouch… good job there, kid. You have more guts than I expected," Ranzal got up from the ground, wincing. Steam curled off the edges of his armor and skin, but he didn't look too hurt. Storm Wall must have stopped him from getting completely burnt to a crisp, "Not many can pull off elemental skills like that, especially two different ones"
"I had training from the best of the best" Euden replied with a hint of pride, although he was as exhausted as Ranzal was. Even more so actually, considering his posture. The worn prince's blade dropped to the ground as Euden rested his arms on his legs, panting.
"Ha! A good teacher is never as good as the battlefield for experience. But a deal's a deal," Ranzal grinned, picking up his fallen axe, "I'll take you to the Mistholt. I can follow a man who fights like you do!"
"T-thanks…" Euden wheezed before getting up, sheathing his sword, "Come on everybody, the Mistholt awaits"
"He was holding back," I told Euden once Ranzal was out of earshot, "He actively avoided striking you in the head or heart when he could've easily done so. Even with his skills, he didn't try to kill you"
"I noticed that too. With Tornado Bash, Ranzal targeted your blade instead of your exposed sides. I wonder… did he believe in you from the beginning?" Elisanne wondered aloud, "Makes me less furious about his lecherous comments earlier"
"Ranzal is a person different from us, but he's a good person. I can tell," Euden smiled lightly, "He wanted to put me on the test to prove that I was worthy of this dragonpact, not only for himself, but for me as well. Truthfully, I didn't know if I was ready to accept Midgardsormr's power until now"
"You sure could of fooled me, given your recent shows of supernatural strength," I noted "Blazing Circlet to your wind spiral and now Exalted Fire. It's only been a day and now you can toil with the best of Alberia's soldiers"
"There is still work to be had. I hardly have the experience and training that normal soldiers do," Euden shook his head, "It's like Ranzal said: the battlefield is the best teacher"
"Pray that it doesn't come to that. A prince taking an active role in a battlefield is… unbecoming," Elisanne frowned, "Leave such affairs to soldiers like Adrian"
Before Euden could reply, Ranzal slid right next to our group, slowing down so we all moved together "So Prince, I'd like to know somethin. Why are you out here looking for the shard by yerself? You have six older siblings, don't you? Why not just stay in the castle and wait for one of them to get off their royal duff? This ain't your fight"
"My older brothers and sister have lands and people to defend. They can't simply get up and abandon them," Euden answered simply, "Additionally, I myself want to find the shard. Everyone back at the royal city is counting on us to keep them safe. For the first time in my life, attempting the Dragon Choosing is the right thing to do, for me and for my kingdom"
"Ha, good answer. I hope you know that it's a lot easier to SAY you'll keep people safe than to actually do it" Ranzal grinned.
"He can do it! My brother will do all in his power to make Alberia a peaceful land where everyone prospers!" Zethia piped up and I slapped my forehead. What a naive and idealistic thought. It's impossible to make everyone happy in a village, much less a whole kingdom. A ruler could be the most benevolent and kind in the world and there will still be people around who were upset, poor or a combination of other factors. Euden won't suddenly usher a golden age of peace. Nobody could. Ranzal seemed to have caught onto that thought as well.
"Well, ain't that a dreamy thought!" Ranzal laughed heartily and Elisanne glared at him, "Might wanna scale those expectations down a tick there, kid"
"It's not dream. I told Zethia and Notte that I would do it, and now I'm telling you the same" Euden said in an all too serious tone and both me and Ranzal sighed in exasperation.
"One day, you'll learn. One day" Ranzal muttered.
"I know this all sounds like a flight of fancy... but His Highness has a certain zeal and conviction that makes me want to believe it all the same," Elisanne piped up, "I for one believe in his dream"
"Oh please stop stroking Prince Euden's ego already. It's ridiculous," I sighed and shook my head, "Anyways Ranzal, how far is it to the Mistholt from here?"
"Not far. We'll know once the area around us gets bathed in mist. That's why it's called the Mistholt after all," Ranzal replied, forging ahead of us, "Still, I want to say again that we're walking into a dragon's lair. The odds of yer crew gettin' ripped into tiny little pieces ain't low. Keep that in mind"
"We're not afraid of it. Midgardsormr himself bade us to find him here," Euden said with determination, "Nothing will keep us away from this pact"
"Well, you're determined in your goal at least. That's good," Ranzal shrugged and shouldered his axe, "Follow along kiddos and don't get lost. We've got a dragonpact to seal!"
Our team:
- Euden, Dragonblood Prince - Fire sword. Level 4
Equipment: Knight's Grace (Weapon) and Mana Fount (Wyrmprint)
Skills: Blazing Circlet and Exalted Fire
- Adrian, Yearning Freedom - Shadow lance. Level 3
Equipment: Battleworn Lance
- Zethia, Holy Auspex - Light staff. Level 10
Equipment: Astrolabe (Weapon) and Auspex's Prayer (Wyrmprint)
Skills: Auspex's Repose, Holy Heart and Astro's Protection
- Elisanne, Anointed Lance - Water lance. Level 8
Equipment: Azure Jewel (Weapon)
Skills: Brave Bastion, Hallowed Waters and Azure Whirlwind
- Ranzal, Arc in the Storm - Wind axe. Level 8
Equipment: Warrior's Axe (Weapon) and Together We Stand (Wyrmprint)
Skills: Tornado Bash and Storm Wall
Nothing much to say except damn, I'm on a Dragalia Lost high since I just released the first chapter two days ago and now here's the second one. I can't even bring myself to do my other fanfics that fast lol. Still hoping this gains some traction though. Reviews and criticism appreciated and on the next chapter, the crew will be confronting Midgardsormr deep within the Mistholt. Until next time!