The Dragon Emperor of the New World

by nolalothcaragascint1

[Overlord AU/Canon Divergence. No Ainz or Nazarick] Guild Master Tiberius of the Sanguine Dragons has spent the last 12 years adventuring throughout the nine worlds of YGGDRASIL. But now the game servers are shutting down. What happens when he inadvertently remains behind during the shut down? How will Tiberius react when finds himself in a New World?

9. Chapter VI

Chapter VI

Plans and Visitations

The Council Chamber was silent.

It was so quiet that Tiberius swore that you could hear the veritable pin drop within the room.

The Dragonoid slouched in his chair at the head of the long conference table. His ability to assume such positions had become much easier since deciding to forego manifesting his wings. However, the heavy tail still meant that he was unable to sit with his back flat against the chair.

Another added comfort was the lack of his armour.

Since his return from the human village known as Carne, Tiberius had come to the decision that wearing his armour at all times was unnecessary. Especially within the halls of Tyrnaust, a place he was most secure.

In place of the collection of silver plates, the Dragonoid had donned a new ensemble.

Tiberius had kept the dark-coloured trousers that he had worn beneath the armoured greaves. Likewise, upon his torso, the Dragonoid had donned a comfortably loose shirt the colour of red wine. Over this, he wore a sleeveless robe, the robe was a deep ocean blue with a high collar and an orange flame pattern across the shoulders and down the front. He'd tied the robe shut with a red sash.

Leaning forwards he rested his draconian head upon the closed fist of his right hand. Behind the Dragonoid, his long tail lay draped over the right armrest. Its bullwhip-like tip flicked periodically.

Lazily those flame coloured eyes would drift about the room.

Occasionally his gaze would linger on a particular spot in the grandstands that sat to either side of the room. Other times he would direct his eyes toward the vaulted ceiling high overhead. There he would just watch the ornate paper lanterns as they danced in the air amidst the granite backdrop.

At one point he had spent a rather lengthy period merely staring at the white oak doors that marked the entrance to the chamber. Tiberius would direct his attention anywhere but to the papers that lay scattered about the table before him.

It had been nearly two full days since his and Yuliana's initial outing from the mountain.

It seemed almost so long ago now as he thought about it.

o – o – o – o

After their return to Tyrnaust, the Dragonoid and the Guardian Overseer had been met with a small welcoming committee of the Fifth and Eighth Floor Guardians and with them, The Valkyries.

The unit of female warriors stood together, their expressions betraying relief at the return of their master. Though some of them had an air of excitement about them.

The Birdfolk female, Gairwyn, seemed the most emotional with her flighty and hasty movements. Perhaps it was her avian heritage. She had reminded the Dragonoid of those tiny birds he'd seen in old vids, hummingbirds they were called to the best of his memory.

Next to her was the Kitsune, Ryoko. She had a subdued smile and her eyes twinkled. While behind her, Ryoko's seven fox tails wagged like those of an excited dog.

Then there was the largest of them, Vierzina. The tall Draegloth stood in the back of the group, her four arms folded across her torso and on her canine-like snout a wide grin.

At the duo's approach, the welcoming party bowed before them.

Koraboros made the first move, promptly informing the pair of the delivery of the prisoners to their new accommodations within the depths of Tartarus. After which he and his fellow guardian, Aeon, then inquired about the events of the day.

This was something that the Valkyries showed an equal interest in learning.

However, this was a matter Tiberius had left to Yuliana to oversee. The Dragonoid detected a clear hint of disappointment from the gang of females. But he didn't let it bother him as he left the group to their discussion.

Just as he had done that first night, Tiberius made his way through the Ninth Floor and towards the comfort of his abode.

After arriving he quickly stripped himself of his armour, leaving the metal casings to lay on the floor. Tiberius sighed before dropping the façade of this human guise. Whatever it was that controlled his transformation reacted and within moments he was returned to his proud Dragonoid form.

It had felt so good to be back in this particular form. Just as when he had first assumed the humanoid form, it was again like he was wearing a mask. Being behind that face for so long had been almost stifling.

Perhaps it would get better if wore that form enough times. Like getting used to a new suit.

Striding across the room, the Dragonoid not so much sat on the oversized sofa than collapsed on it. Taking a moment he enjoyed the peace all the more after such a hectic day.

"Geez," Tiberius laid back against the sofa and draped his arms over the back of the piece of furniture. "What the hell was all that about? I only meant to meet the locals and get some info. But now we slaughtered a bunch of knights and alerted another group of knights to our presence. Oh, and let's not forget the trio of prisoners locked up."

The Dragonoid released a deep groan, sounding more like a harsh growl.

"Damn it, just what the hell was I thinking?!"

Without prompting his memories of the sights and sounds of the village attack crept into the forefront of his mind. Even now as he thought of the carnage he'd witnessed and that which had been caused by his own hand. Tiberius felt nothing for it other than the original anger that still simmered within.

Letting go of the memories, the Dragonoid allowed himself to slump over and tried to relax.

Nearby a fire crackled in the hearth and its radiant warmth felt good to Tiberius. At the moment he didn't care how this feature functioned and instead he simply basked in its offered warmth.

It was this comfort and heat that worked well to lull the Dragonoid into a pleasant slumber.

o – o – o – o

Tiberius roused himself from his reminiscing and turned his gaze back to the paperwork that lay scattered about the table before him.

The day after their return had been busy. Yuliana had scheduled another lengthier meeting with those that had previously been present for the first one.

There the events of the previous day were discussed in detail. There had been reports and discussions relating to the status of the mountain. It was pretty much a review of their former reports and routine stuff. Or at least it was until Yuliana had inquired about just what her master's plans were for the human village.

In response to this, the Dragonoid had no answer. All he could manage was to allude to having a plan before steering the conversation away from the topic. It had worked and the question was left unanswered.

So it was for the last two days, Tiberius had been ruminating on the matter. That is whenever he wasn't buried nose deep in some bit of paperwork. The Dragonoid had been rather surprised to see just how many reports there had been. It had to Tiberius that there had been reports from just about every NPC in Tyrnaust.

The bulk of them were mundane and therefore luckily were quick reads. But were all equally boring.

Although the Dragonoid might have been expected to read them all, there were some that he only skimmed through. There were reports from both the Floor Guardians and their subordinates the Area Guardians. Then there was the paperwork filed by the caretaker Nymphs of the Ninth Floor which consisted of the details of their cleaning routines.

But there were those that he did pay close attention to. Namely those reports penned by Koraboros and Mathias.

Within those pages, they had detailed the activities of the scouting parties as they scoured the surrounding area. Things such as the different creatures encountered and catalogued within the Forest of Tob.

The Dragonoid had been intrigued by the thought of real animals living just a stone's throw away. It was a surreal idea for someone from a world that had basically amounted to an ecumenopolis.

It was also good to read their further observations of the Carne Village and its much larger counterpart the fortress-city E-Rantel as it was called. Though there wasn't much going on it was nice to see that there had been further attacks.

Yet by far, the most extensive was the veritable mountain of papers that documented the inventory of Tyrnaust. These stacks of mind-numbing material were provided to him by the Guardian Overseer.

Indeed it seemed that she was carrying on with the task of a full accounting of the mountain's holdings. Inside these tomes were defined sections for each item category and inscribed on each page was an itemized listing for the name, amount owned, and its location within the mountain.

She had even gone so far as to inventory the personal holdings of the Floor Guardians, Area Guardians, and the Valkyries.

Though it was a dry read that Tiberius had joked about using as some nighttime reading material if he were to having trouble sleeping. It still impressed him with just how diligent Yuliana was.

So it was that led to the Dragonoid's current predicament.

Perhaps it was too much a reminder of the monotony of office work. Or maybe on some level, he missed the excitement that came from their little adventure. Either way, the Dragonoid's ventures into the realms of office work left much to be desired.

Tiberius had perused the day's reports before putting them aside.

Then for perhaps the thousandth time his thoughts turned back to the village. Only now he found himself getting annoyed by the subject, primarily it was the promise he had made to the girl, Enri, which bothered him the most.

Damnit, why did I do that? I mean helping them was the right thing to do. But why did I promise further help them? I guess I just can't resist a damsel in distress.

The Dragonoid released a pent up sigh before raising himself upright in the chair. His flame coloured eyes scanned over the papers directly in front of him.

The first paper was the larger of the two, and on it was a detailed rendering of Carne Village and the surrounding area. This included a small section of the Forest of Tob with it.

The map was quite the improvement over the previous version he'd been presented with. At that Tiberius made a mental note to compliment Mathias on his clear improvement.

Next to the map lay a plain sheet of paper with its accompanying quill and ink jar. The sheet of paper was bare save four lines. Across the top of the sheet was the title Village Defense written in large lettering. Below this was the words: Walls, Weapons, and the final line said Armour. However, the latter two had a line drawn through them.

The reasoning for the first item on the list was easy to explain.

Carne Village was situated on the border between the Forest of Tob and the expansive grasslands. While the grasslands presented little threat they were an open path for any attackers. Opposed to that the Forest of Tob was supposed to be filled with strong monsters.

So it came as a surprise to Tiberius that the village had not bothered to build a wall. Walls were some of the most basic of protections one could have. It was simple as any attacker would have to first deal with the barrier shielding you. Thus giving you time to counter.

However, either of the two options presented problems.

Within YGGDRASIL the Sanguine dragons were guild high tier guild and the majority of their ninety-two members were all level 100. Although there were a few members who had been around level 90 before the shutdown.

It was this fact that was the problem.

As a guild of high tier players, it stood to reason that their equipment would be equally high tier. This was showcased by the full set of divine class gear that Tiberius himself possessed.

With YGGDRASIL being an RPG it meant that a player's equipment was limited to their levels. As they grew stronger they would then unlock newer, more powerful gear to outfit their characters. These pieces of kit would also sometimes come with other restrictions besides those of level. Sometimes it would be limited to being used by characters of a specific race or a specific class.

The most irritating were those bits that came with hidden restrictions. Just like the hidden job-classes within the game, this equipment relied on players being able to uncover the clues that would let them know which skills, classes, or race was needed for its use.

It was something that had nearly driven the member, AshIncubus, crazy after finding a pair of powerful gauntlets with hidden restrictions.

This inevitably meant that the villagers of Carne being nothing but what amounted to low-level farmers, hunters, etc… would be unable to use any equipment that came from Tyrnaust.

Yet Tiberius had seen those attacking magic casters make use of a YGGDRASIL Sealing Crystal. So it then stood to reason that it was possible if they were strong enough. As after all, that Captain Stronoff had explained that those individuals had been exceptional.

This was the conundrum.

The Dragonoid rested his left hand upon the polished wood of the conference table and began to drum his taloned fingers on its surface.

Tiberius' thoughts turned to the subject matter once again. This was supposed to be a simple undertaking. But the more he had thought about the subject the more it grew into a major irritation as he struggled to come up with any more answers.

Before his frustrations could mount any further there came a knock at the door.

Glad for the distraction the Dragonoid responded, "Enter."

The doors creaked and a small reptilian snout emerged from the growing gap.

Stepping fully into the room the Kobold, Kip, stood with his usual slightly hunched stance. In the crook of one arm, he carried what looked to be a small stack of paper.

"Umm, master I has more papers from Lady Yuliana."

Wordlessly Tiberius raised his arm and gestured for the diminutive reptile to come closer.

Abiding his master's wishes, Kip turned and shut the large door before he made the journey to the Dragonoid's side. Upon reaching the head of the large table the Kobold removed his feathered beret and bowed. Rising Kip pulled the stack of papers from under his arm and placed them on the table.

Tiberius eyed the newest additions to the piles of paper before taking it in hand.

His eyes seemed to skim over the words inscribed on the pages. The ability to speed read was a skill that had served him well in his old job. Now it aided him in going through the multitude of reports.

The contents of this stack of papers had come from Mathias and were nothing more than a status report of the village. Having the Chief Diviner keep an eye on Carne was the least the Dragonoid could do, especially seeing as he had yet to decide how best to aid them.

Much to the Dragonoid's pleasure, the village continued to remain peaceful.

From the corner of his eye, Tiberius noticed the Kobold bard still standing at his side. In his small hands, Kip had rolled his feathered cap up and grasped it as if afraid to let go.

"Are you alright, Kip?"

The Kobold looked up at the larger draconian, "Yes, Kip is fine."

"Then is there something else you need?"

"Oh, Kip was waiting for the master to finish his reading. Then Kip was supposed to remind him of the meeting."

Oh.

Could it have been that time already? For a moment, the Dragonoid looked about the room his eyes seeking a clock. But alas there was no such timepiece within the Council Chamber.

"Well then, I guess I should tidy up."

"Oh, Kip help! Kip help!"

With a surprising level of excitement, the Kobold quickly approached the table and climbed onto one of the chairs. Setting his beret aside, Kip set to the task of reorganizing the scattered leaflets alongside his master.

Occasionally the Kobold would pause and offer up a sheet of paper when he didn't know to which stack it belonged. With the added help it didn't take long for the scattered sheets to be gathered up and placed into organized stacks once again.

None too soon the pair of white oaken doors parted admitting the collection of NPCs to enter.

As it was with every meeting, it was Yuliana who moved at the head of the group. Behind her, it was Koraboros and Aeon striding side-by-side. While bringing up the rear was the Chief Diviner, Mathias, and Chief Attendant, Nido.

Upon seeing the others entering the chamber, Kip hurriedly grabbed his hat from the table and hopped down from the chair. Doing his best the Kobold returned the chair to its usual position before moving to stand at the side of Tiberius.

The NPCs took their usual positions around the conference table and were seated.

"Let's get started," the Dragonoid rumbled.

"Yes," Yuliana cleared her throat, "The Treasury audit continues to make fair progress. But I have encountered some issues with properly classifying certain items."

"I understand, however, be sure to pace yourself, Yuliana. With such a tedious task it would be easy to make a mistake if you become burned out on it."

"Yes, my lord." The Guardian Overseer flashed a soft smile at the Dragonoid. "The scouts within the surrounding forest continue to report no evidence of habitation aside from the occasional monster."

Predicting her master's question Yuliana answered first.

"None of them have been of particular noteworthiness. However, should they discover something they have been ordered to report back immediately. On an unrelated note, I have received word from Naagoth about the prisoners."

"Oh, and how are they fairing?"

"Naagoth reports that the lowest level of Tartarus has had the desired effects. The mental fortitude of the prisoners has been suffering greatly and they should be ready for interrogation."

"Very well, please inform Naagoth to prep their leader for questioning and that I will be arriving sometime later."

Yuliana simply nodded.

"Now then, Koraboros. Have you been able to learn anything further about this city of E-Rantel?"

"Indeed," the Demon Lord responded, "Through the use of the Shadow Demons, I have been strategically probing their defenses. I am pleased to report that the city appears to lack a means of detecting them. As such our agents have been able to move freely throughout the city."

"I see."

This news was somewhat surprising for the Dragonoid to learn.

From everything that he had been told of E-Rantel, It was a major city within the region and as such a prominent trade hub. So it would stand to reason that the city would have some sort of system in place to detect stealthed enemies.

However, it occurred to Tiberius that this may not be the case.

Magic in this world did seem rather low-tier when compared to what he was used to dealing with in YGGDRASIL. But the way that scar-faced man was raving about the magic he and his men possessed. Or how they had hailed the Dominion Authority as the strongest tier of angel. Did that mean that there were no higher magics?

Maybe it was because he was still thinking in terms of the power levels of YGGDRASIL. What seemed weak to him being a level 100 would seem strong to someone at level 1.

Then again, maybe he just hasn't come across a strong opponent yet.

This was a question that the Dragonoid resolved to inquire about when he spoke to that dark-eyed man again.

"Continue your observations," Tiberius recalled the exchange with Chief Wyllam, "The village chief spoke of an adventurers guild being stationed within the city walls. Instruct your minions to seek them out, I would like to know more about them and their capabilities."

"Of course," with his accent, Koraboros seemed to almost pronounce the last syllables like a hiss.

The Dragonoid's gaze shifted, "Mathias, how does your surveillance of the area progress?"

"It goes well, my lord. I have greatly expanded the horizons of my previous map iterations. And as per your wishes, I have been tracking the movements of the human warband from the village."

"Any developments?"

"Not currently. The band of human soldiers followed the road to the west after leaving the village. They made a brief pause at the fortress-city to resupply it would seem before continuing onwards. As of yet, the group has been spending much of their time on the roads or camping in the wilderness."

"Hmm,"

The Dragonoid lent back in his chair, a somewhat awkward position with his tail as only his upper back and shoulder made contact.

"If that is the case then you won't need to focus on them much. However, do keep an eye on them. I am curious to see this capital their leader spoke of returning to.

Now then, Aeon. Anything to report?"

The Seraphim bowed his head in reverence.

"In conjunction with Sir Koraboros and Lady Yuliana, we have drafted a variety of different strategies for defending the mountain."

"Excellent. We cannot predict when an enemy may turn up, all we can do is prepare."

Aeon nodded in understanding, "If I may, Lord Tiberius. Might I make a suggestion?"

The Dragonoid gestured with an open hand for the angelic being to continue.

"Until our plans are tested then there will always be a notion of uncertainty to them. With your permission, we would like to enact a series of drills to test our strategies."

Tiberius considered his words. It was true, you could have all the plans in the world. But until they are put to the test, you will never know their strengths and weaknesses.

"Very well, you may conduct your tests."

"I thank you, my lord."

Yuliana listened as the conversation continued to cover more of the mountain's preparations. As her master spoke with her compatriots, the Guardian Overseer to study the papers that littered the table.

She recognized the penmanship of herself, along with those of her fellows. The most prominent of these were of those in the room with her.

There was the harsh and jagged lines accompanied by a light spackling of ink that marked the writer as Koraboros. Then there was the elegant and ornate lines that flowed smoothly across the paper that Mathias tended to use. Then lastly the faint and almost airy writing style that Aeon preferred. It was ironic that such a burly warrior had such dainty penmanship.

Yet it was the single sheet of paper that sat with the map that garnered her attention. The writing style was rather plain with no flourish seeming to favour function over form. But it was the subject matter that denoted who the author of this piece was.

Placing her hand on the sheet of paper, Yuliana rotated the page before drawing it closer to herself.

This action did not go unnoticed by the Dragonoid seated at the head of the table. His flame-coloured eyes tracking her movements.

Ah, crap.

"What's this?"

Though spoken aloud, Yuliana's question was directed to no one in particular as she eyed the paper.

"Oh that," the Dragonoid replied doing his best to sound unconcerned about her discovery, "Simple musings. As you can see I didn't put much work into it."

"As you shouldn't, my lord. The village had proven useful to our purposes and may yet do so again in the future. But the humans are certainly not worthy of receiving your full attention."

The Guardian Overseer's jade eyes scanned over the page, it didn't taker her long.

"The building a defensive wall would provide a fine layer of protection for the humans. Also, I must agree with your wisdom of disallowing the gift of weapons or armour to the human villagers."

Tiberius' scaled brow rose with his interest in Yuliana's response.

"Oh."

"Indeed, should a simple village of hunters and gatherers suddenly be found to be brandishing equipment far above their station. Well, it would certainly attract the attention of outsiders, especially if one was at all familiar with the village to begin with."

The Demon Lord at the far end of the conference table leaned back in his chair. Adopting a more relaxed posture, Koraboros placed his right leg atop his left knee and rested his hands in his lap.

"I must concur. Beyond such a trifle, there lies the possibility that the humans would attempt to utilize any equipment against their benefactors."

"Such a coup would be doomed before it began."

Aeon's iron voice rang out as he denounced the idea.

"Oh, it most certainly would be. Though I must admit it would enjoyable to see their pitiful attempts." Koraboros then sighed in a most exaggerated manner, "Still, it would be a hassle to have to find and train a new group of humans to take their place."

Yuliana turned to regard her fellow guardian.

"Come now, Koraboros. Do you really believe these humans would be intelligent enough to concoct such an idea?" she addressed him in a light, almost humorous tone, "They have chosen to build a settlement amidst a dangerous territory and couldn't even think to build such basic protections for themselves. Instead, they rely on the goodwill of our master to solve their faults."

The two guardians looked to each other and shared a small laugh at the village's expense.

"What you say is true, my lady. These humans are a pathetic species, though a most entertaining one nonetheless."

The Dragonoid then watched as a slow smile spread over the Demon Lord's lips and his red eyes gleamed. It was the same gleefully predatory expression Koraboros had worn that day when he'd all but massacred the men of the Slane Theocracy.

It was actually a rather disturbing image to witness.

"Yes," Tiberius cleared his throat, "One has to consider all angles before reaching a conclusion."

Who am I kidding? I never thought of any of that stuff.

"However, the dilemma persists. The village does need protection and a wall would only provide so much. And I would not want to station any of Tyrnaust's own in the village."

Though the room was silent, Tiberius was keenly aware of the mood of those gathered. It seemed they very much approved of his choice although he knew that they would not openly say as much.

Thusly the Dragonoid found himself right back where he had started with no idea how to proceed.

A conversation soon arose as the Guardians began to put forth ideas. Together they discussed the merits and the detriments of each all while Tiberius listened. At several points, the discussion turned into more of a civil argument as the three Floor Guardians grew more passionate about their particular idea.

The Dragonoid had thought to intervene as things grew heated but he was soon distracted by a tug at his sleeve.

Shifting in his seat, Tiberius turned to look at the little Kobold.

"Hmm?"

"Uh, master. Why not use the stone men?"

"Stone men?"

"I believe, Lord Tiberius," Nido interjected, "That little Kip is referring to the golems of the Grand Arena."

"Golems?" an accented voice echoed.

It seemed the bard's proposal had not gone unnoticed by the others as the heated conversation quickly died down.

"Why Kip that is a splendid idea," the Guardian Overseer beamed at the Kobold.

"I-it is?"

"Yes, it is a most excellent suggestion." the Demon Lord commended the bard, "Golems could be stationed within the village to act as protectors quite efficiently. The golems would also be ultimately loyal only to the master's will, thus removing the threat of the human's attempting to wield them against us."

The armor-clad Seraphim bowed his head, "I too must congratulate you, young Kip. For this fortuitous proposal."

The Dragonoid folded his arms as he thought over the suggestion.

Golems… Well, they would require no maintenance from the villagers. And they could be easily hidden if needed.

"Very well, we shall utilize Kip's idea and station a set of golems within the village. Yuliana, I would like you to determine which type of golem would be best suited for this undertaking."

"Yes, my lord."

"Now, is there any further business to discuss?" A shake of the head was all the response that was needed. "Then we are adjourned."

The NPCs nodded and bowed before rising from their self-appointed seats and began to file out of the room. Even little Kip bowed, a pleasant yet toothy smile on his reptilian visage before he followed the others out of the chamber.

So it was that Tiberius was again alone, save for one other who'd stayed behind.

The Guardian Overseer now stood in place of the diminutive bard, her hands clasped together before her.

The Dragonoid looked up to the standing female, "What is it, Yuliana?"

"I beg your pardon, my liege. But there is a minor matter that could use your attention."

"What might that be and why did you not bring it up before?"

Yuliana bowed her head, "I did not wish to broach the topic in front of the others and bring more shame than what is already owed."

Undeniably, her mood soured greatly at the thought of whatever it was that she wished to discuss with her master.

"It's in regards to the brothers, Romulus and Remus. After their vulgar display of such boarish behavior that night, I took the liberty to administer a fitting punishment."

"If they have been properly punished then what more would have me do?"

"I feel that the matter is still unresolved. At least on the side of the brothers. I believe that if you were to speak with them about the subject and help them to find closure."

"Ah."

Tiberius leaned back, understanding just what the female guardian was speaking of. Within his corporate position on earth, he'd dealt with individuals like that. People who were unable to let go of what they had done wrong while others considered the subject closed.

"Very well then I shall stop by the third floor and speak with the pair before I visit the Treasury."

Yuliana quirked her eyebrows in curiosity, "The Treasury, my lord? If I may ask what would bring you there? Have I made a mistake in my accounting?"

"No, no, your reports have been flawless as always. No, it has to do with the village again. The golems will make for fine protectors for the village as a whole. However, there is the issue of that family."

"The family, sir?" the female guardian seemed puzzled at first, "Ah yes, I recall the young girl that spoke to you before we left. What business could you have with them?"

Tiberius eyed the Guardian Overseer, "If you recall, I rescued that particular family. Given the incident, I would prefer not to see them placed in such a position again. Thus I seek a way to ensure that."

"Forgive me, Lord Tiberius. I did not mean to question you. Your desires are all that matter," Yuliana bowed.

"It's fine, Yuliana. You are only curious, it is to be expected."

The Guardian Overseer straightened up, smiled, and with a brief nod of her head turned to leave the room.

Yuliana's graceful movements were followed closely by the golden-scaled Dragonoid. His flame-coloured eyes having a hard time staying away from the dark-haired beauty's tantalizing curves.

With a sigh, the Dragonoid rose from the gaudy chair to stand at the head of the conference table before following Yuliana's example and left the room.

o – o – o – o

A beam of illumination came from somewhere overhead.

Nigun blinked his eyes repeatedly at the sudden intense change. The Theocracy mage's body felt numb and unresponsive to his mental commands. Yet how could be sure this was real?

The blonde-haired man could scarcely recall anything, it was all a jumbled mess in his mind.

It felt so long ago, he could recall fleeing from the battlefield as his men fell to the strange warriors. He could recall looking into those burning coals of the devil's eyes then everything went dark. From there he had awakened, or at least Nigun had assumed he had but he couldn't be certain. Because he had found himself within a darkened void.

The blonde-haired man had no sense of weight as he floated through the nothingness that surrounded him. Any attempt at moving resulted in him flailing uselessly in an out of control spiral.

He panicked and shouted until his throat was raw and hoarse. Not that he could tell as he never heard his voice. Indeed, Nigun had brought his hands together in a frenzy of claps but nothing came from them. Though he could feel the intense pain in his palms as his hands slammed against each other. There was no sense beyond that, no heat or cold. Not even the texture of his robes on his skin.

The only sound that came to Nigun was the furious thundering thump of his heart beating within his chest. It was a noise that rose to the point of being deafening and absolute.

Thoughts of being dead had begun to drift into the mage's thoughts. These intrusive thoughts brought with them a new wave of panic. So it was that Nigun continued his fruitless struggles.

Before long exhaustion had crept in and he found himself slipping into unconsciousness. At some point, Nigun had begun to hear things.

The first was the sound of fluttering wings. This had caused him a level of fear as he thrashed wildly, his dark eyes ever scanning the darkness for any sign of what had caused the disruption.

Then there came the rustling and hissing. This was followed by the voices. Strange whispering voices that spoke to him in some intelligible language.

Was it the Gods?

Or was this the work of the Devils working to torment him?

Within the inky blackness, time lost all meaning to the mage. After all, without change could time be said to exist at all. But it didn't matter to Nigun, not the ceaseless voices speaking to him.

At all times throughout the long days of his existence, the quiet mutterings of the mysterious speakers could be heard. He had tried to block them out, tried to distract himself with thoughts of his home. But they only grew louder and more incessant.

Then finally the voices stopped.

Yet his relief was short-lived.

There came a sudden and intense lance of pain to his head. It was akin to having a red-hot spike driven through his temples. Then a pressure like a heavy blank smothered his thoughts making it difficult to perceive anything. The pressure mounted and drove him deeper into his own mind and unconsciousness.

Now Nigun Grid Luin found himself in a strange room.

Could it be that this was all just a figment of his imagination? Was he truly here or was he still floating aimlessly within that void?

His body felt heavy as some great weight was resting upon him that kept him from moving. Yet there was no accompanying feeling of physical restraints upon his person.

With an effort, the blonde-haired man managed to move his head and allowed his dark eyes to take in the room around him.

It was a small room, no more than a dozen feet across in either direction. Outside the circular beam of light, everything was wreathed in heavy shadows. But Nigun could make out a few shapes even in the dark.

To the south, there was something that looked like a long table. He could see there were things scattered upon its surface but nothing more. Not far away he could see a vague outline that Nigun felt confident was a door.

But mage was sure that he was alone in this room.

The man grew frantic as he tried to move only to feel the pressure upon him increase. It became harder to breathe as the unseen force held him in an ever firm grip.

"Resistance is futile."

Nigun immediately froze, his dark eyes wildly wandering about the room.

"Such a pathetic creature you are."

The voice spoke again to him. It was a strange raspy whisper of a voice that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. What's more, was the manner in which he had perceived the voice.

It wasn't as if the voice had come from the air about him. No, it was more like the voice had come from within him.

There was a distinct click and the spot Nigun had assumed to be a door was proven right. The door opened like an iris with distinct blades that withdrew in a spiraling manner.

Standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the light from outside was a tall and lanky figure. Nigun could distinguish the abnormally long arms that hung to its sides and the round head above a high collar.

The figure stood motionless in the threshold for a moment before entering. However, this newcomer didn't move with the subtle bobbing motions that came with a walking stride. No, the figure seemed to grow taller and with fluid grace appeared to glide into the room.

Once they had entered the space the iris closed behind them, again sheltering the perimeter of the room in darkness.

"W-where am I? W-w-what have you done to me?"

The figure hidden in the shadows remained silent as it flittered about the area. Occasionally it would stop at some spot and linger there for a time before moving again. Several times Nigun lost track of the being as it moved out of sight somewhere behind him.

When it did Nigun could hear a series of metallic clanks and other sounds that sent chills down his spine.

"I-I am Nigun Grid Luin, Commander of the Sunlight Scripture in service of the Slane Theocracy. I demand that you release me!"

This sudden brashness seemed to garner the being's interest as it rounded the table to his side. It remained within the darkness, looming over him just out of sight.

"You are in no position to demand anything, human. Your continued existence is contingent on the sole discretion of my master."

The voice echoed within Nigun's head causing the man to wince. He watched the shrouded being move around to the southern wall and table.

"Y-your master?" Flashes of memory came to the restrained mage. Glimpses of a previous life and of a strange warrior clad in silver armour. "The Demon-God?!"

A heavy clang rang out as something clattered to the floor. Nigun could perceive the flurry of motion as the unknown individual whirled around to face him.

"Fool!" the being's ire was clear with its words.

The rage-filled voice crashed over the mage like a thunderclap and filled his skull with unbelievable pressure. The pressure welled up within Nigun's mind evermore until the human felt as though his head might explode.

"You have no idea to which you speak. However, your ignorance will not save you for such disrespect."

The being glided closer and closer still until it had entered the illuminated ring.

Nigun felt an intense revulsion and terror at the sight before him.

It was clad in a tight-fitting robe of dye darkened leather. The robe hugged its frame giving a clear outline of its form. The robe covered the creature near entirely with only its head and hands visible. Though its head was surrounded by the tall almost funnel-like collar.

The creature's body was gaunt yet still strangely robust. Its arms were long enough to easily reach to mid-thigh. Its hands were peculiar with overly long digits with two extra joints per finger. But odder was the addition of the extra thumb on the opposite side of its hand. These six-fingered hands looked akin to a large spider to Nigun.

But the most terror-inducing part was that of the being's head.

As with its hands, its head was also covered in a dark lavender coloured flesh. The flesh had an almost wet sheen to it as it glistened under the light.

The head possessed an appearance akin to those bizarre tentacled creatures that fishermen would pull from the sea. Octopus they had called them.

The main portion of the head was bulbous with two entirely black eyes. These abyssal eyes had a gloss to them like oil on water. There was no indication of a nose and where a mouth should be, instead, there were only numerous writhing tentacles. The tentacles ranged in size from thin ones a few inches in length to some an inch or two thick and over a foot long.

"Does my appearance upset you, human?"

There was mirth in the creature's voice as it floated ever nearer. The monstrous thing flitted up along his right. There it paused at the side of the slab to which the mage was restrained.

Nigun shuddered violently at the creature's proximity and willed himself to move with all his might. Yet it was in vain, through whatever invisible means he was held firmly.

The creature raised an arm and held its spider-like hand outstretched above him.

In an instant Nigun's body with stark still. Then it felt as if an electrical jolt passed through muscles. Upon the slab, the mage convulsed as his muscles underwent intense spasms.

Nigun could only stare up at the ceiling, his eyelids wide as they refused to close. His body was racked with pain from the many muscular cramps and the powerful jolts that set his nerves ablaze. Even his lungs seemed to have seized, stopping any attempt to take in much-needed oxygen.

Nigun's vision grew hazy as his chest began to burn for air.

But then it ceased and his body fell lax on the table.

"P-p-please…" was all the human could utter with a gasping whimper.

"Worry not little human. My master has instructed me to prepare you for his arrival. This means I cannot bring you any lasting damage."

The nightmarish creature began to move again. This time it moved around the head of the slab to stand over Nigun. The tentacle head inclined to gaze down at him, blocking the light it afforded the human to meets its gaze.

The blonde-haired mage stared up into those emotionless black orbs.

"However, I have other methods with which to prepare you," The clear malevolence in the voice brought tears to the human. "Now, my little plaything… Let us begin."

Nigun felt the cold wet touch of the creature's flesh before his world descended into one of agony.

o – o – o – o

The gates parted for the Dragonoid as he stepped from the corridor and onto the third floor of Tyrnaust.

The third floor was one of the three largest levels within Tyrnaust. It was rivaled only by the ninth floor and the Grand Treasury in overall scope. The third floor also possessed one of the highest ceilings in Tyrnaust.

The ceiling was a virtual skybox much like the one on the ninth floor. However, this skybox did not possess a full day-night cycle. Instead, here the imitation sky would only cycle between a sunrise/sunset and night. These sunrises and sunsets were actually quite short and left the rest of the time to be occupied by the night.

When the night cycle was active the sky was filled with dazzling auroras. Their brilliant iridescent displays danced across the blanket of darkness. Behind the colourful light shows the glimmer of twinkling starlight could be seen.

There was even a set of twin moons, one an earthy red and the other a pale blue, that traversed the skybox in properly timed intervals.

Not far below was the reason for the ceiling's height.

This was to accommodate the towering forest that covered this floor. After all this particular floor wasn't' referred to as the Twilight Forest for nothing.

The trees were massive, with trunks that spanned some fifteen to twenty feet across. While they stood anywhere between one-hundred and three-hundred feet in height. They were called Redwoods if Tiberius remembered correctly.

Sheltered beneath their dense canopy were other smaller trees and bits of foliage that populated the floor. As with any woodland, the Twilight Forest was not without its dangers.

Throughout the forest were vicious beasts left to prowl the undergrowth, always on the hunt for interlopers.

Creatures like Spriggans and Dryads were ever watchful, their powers holding sway over the foliage. Packs of carnivorous beasts roamed seeking to defend their territory against invaders. In scattered crystal ponds lied Lurkers and Sulkies waiting to drag down unsuspecting trespassers to watery fates. A number of Slimes and Oozes almost inhabited the floor, amongst these were elder Black Slimes and powerful Arcane Oozes ready to pounce on their intended victims.

Beyond this, the air of this level almost seemed to hum with magical energies.

This was a status effect assigned to this floor to interfere with a magic user's ability to utilize their spells. Should a caster attempt a spell on this floor there was a chance of several things happening. Yet there were two effects that had the greatest chance of occurring.

First was the chance that the spell being cast would be transformed into another spell entirely. This could range from simple harmless spells like [Mage Light] to more dangerous spells like [Inferno] and beyond. Only the Super-Tier magics were off-limit. This effect also removed the friendly fire safeties.

The second was the gamble that the spell would backfire utterly. This meant that any mages ran the risk of having their magic used against them. These risks could be mitigated or possibly negated completely by the use of certain skills and buffs. Or through the use of items that increased a player's resistances.

The outstanding feature of this floor was one shared by all floors of Tyrnaust.

If one was to fly above the forest then they would see the great links of a diamond chain. This chain was the same as the one found in the Throne Room at the pinnacle. The diamond chain was a feature on each floor of the mountain dungeon. Here the chain descended from the ceiling to the floor at the center of the level.

Laying precisely at the center of the third floor was the Temple of the World Serpent.

This, however, was not the destination that Tiberius had in mind.

No, his chosen goal was the unassuming log structure that lay closer to the floor's exit.

This simple building was known as the Hunting Lodge.

Built as a Viking longhouse. The lodge was fifty feet long and near half its length in width. Its sloped roofline extended from the peak down to the ground was made from long planks that ran the length. Overall it looked much like a longboat had been over-turned and its former top had become rooted in the soil.

Situated about the exterior of the longhouse were a number of totems. These totems had been carved from rich coloured wood, their barkless skin had been weathered and worn smooth. Each of the totems bore a different likeness, though some seemed hard to make out.

However, the two most prominent were those by the lodge's entrance. Each of these stone pillars had been carved in the form of a pair of large wolves. The bases upon which they were seated took the form of a stylized war hammer.

The Dragonoid looked over the area before he made his approach. Stepping up to the door, Tiberius paused for a moment as it was only now he realized there was no door just a simple curtain hung across the threshold.

Should I knock? Or do I just go in?

After thinking on the matter for a few seconds the Dragonoid decided to split the difference. Raising his hand Tiberius rapped his scaled knuckles upon the wood of the door frame. He waited for a brief instant and though he received no answer decided to enter the domicile anyway.

Moving beyond the drawn curtain, Tiberius stepped inside the longhouse. The interior of the dwelling could best be described as rustic.

The main room was rather large seeming to take up the majority of the space within the residence. The floor looked to be the same aged wood as the exterior of the longhouse. At the center of the room, there was a circular depression in the floor. The pit was ringed with a simple wooden bench and a fire pit at its middle.

On the walls were numerous pelts, trophy heads, and even a few weapons such as the pair of crossed battle-axes, lengthy greatsword, and the dark metallic hunting bow were mounted.

At either end of the longhouse was a wall that cordoned off a section of the house. Tiberius knew these to be the brother's personal rooms. However, he did not know which room belonged to either brother.

This left the Dragonoid to rely upon another means of finding out if they were home or not.

Since he had set foot on the third floor, Tiberius had been keenly aware of the various scents present. Within the longhouse, the acidic smell of smoke from the small fire at its heart did well to cover over the others. But they were still there, lingering beneath.

The Dragonoid's nostrils flared as he inhaled, his mind sorting through the messages being sent by his nose.

There were two distinct scents in the room.

One was a softer, almost fresher, aroma with hints of bathing oils or perfumes about it. The other was stronger and more natural while still being clean smelling. This scent was something more akin to breathing in a lungful of woodland air. The Dragonoid could pick out the scents of pine and earth amongst it.

Tiberius followed the stronger of the two to the west.

He stopped when another curtain blocked his progression. Without much thought but great curiosity Tiberius drew back the curtain.

The room on the other side wasn't terribly large and rather sparse in its furnishings.

On the floor opposite the door, a simple futon cushion lay against the wall. Atop it, the soft brown pelt of a large bear lay in a crumpled heap. While the head of the mattress, a pillow made from the grey fur of some animal. Next to the mattress, a short stool made for a makeshift nightstand. A bottle of some liquid sat atop it alongside a drinking horn.

Beside the door frame sat a large chest, its lid not fully secured as the leg from a pair of trousers hung over the side. Mounted on the wall over the bed was the head of a young Forest dragon made for a fine trophy. On a hook hung a braided leather cord on which were the claws. Not far away was a pair of bearded axes, their sharpened edges gleaming.

Given the simplistic nature of the décor, Tiberius assumed this to be the room of Remus. But seeing no sign of the room's owner he turned around and made his way towards the other end of the lodge.

To contrast the other room, here there was an actual door set in the frame. The door itself was lacquered and decorated with ornate scrollwork across its surface. There was even a polished brass door knocker hung at the door's center.

The solid hits of the knocker on its baseplate echoed in the quiet of the longhouse.

Within moments there came the sounds of creaking wood and footsteps from the other side of the door. Taking several steps back, Tiberius waited for the room's occupant to show themselves.

The door silently swung open as the spicy scent of incense accompanied by the somewhat musty odor of old books wafted out. Emerging from the dimly lit room came the youthful form of the wolven brother, Romulus.

The auburn-haired wolfman wore an irritated expression on his face. This look quickly evaporated when his eyes took in the sight of the golden-scaled Dragonoid standing before him. As his eyes widened in shock, Romulus hurriedly descended to his knees and bowed his head.

"Lord Tiberius, I-I hadn't expected it to be you who knocked on my door. Please forgive the mess. If had known you would be coming I would have tidied up."

The Dragonoid looked over the room.

He calls this a mess? My apartment wasn't half this clean. I mean why bother when you spend the majority of your time at the office.

Tiberius turned his gaze down to the kneeling Romulus, "There has been no offense, I understand that my appearance must be a surprise. So please stand."

The young Werewolf remained unmoved. Taking his eyes from the prostrating form of Romulus, the Dragonoid looked into the room behind him.

The interior of the bedroom was in stark contrast to its counterpart.

In the corner of the room, a stylish four-poster bed with a plush mattress covered with a rich ocean blue comforter. Resting next to the bed was a proper nightstand with a stick of incense from which wisps of smoke drifted.

Near the foot of the bed and opposite the door was a desk with and an overturned book resting atop it. This overturning of the book held it open to the exact place where the reader had left off. Next to the desk was a tall bookshelf that was stuffed with a myriad of books.

Standing next to the door was a wardrobe, though not large it was certainly much larger than the chest his brother used. While the polished wood floor was covered largely by an ornate rug. The rug was ringed in Norse runes and deep hues of blue and green.

"Though I take it then that scowl was meant for your brother?"

Romulus nodded vigorously, "Yes, my lord. I had been reading my book when my brother started with his usual antics to annoy me."

"Speaking of which, where is Remus? I had desired to speak with both of you."

The young wolfman raised his hand to adjust his glasses as he thought about his answer. "If my brother is not here then I would assume has gone off to entertain himself. As such I would hazard a guess that he could be found a the Temple of the World Serpent."

"At the temple, eh?" Tiberius mumbled, "May I ask what he is doing there?"

Unable to answer Romulus' wolfen ears lay flat against his scalp as he directed his eyes to the floor.

"No matter," the Dragonoid merely shrugged, "Come, Romulus. We shall discover for ourselves just what is keeping your brother."

Rising from his kneeling position, the auburn-haired wolfman rose and dusted the front of his baggy trousers. As his master turned to leave the dwelling, Romulus retreated into his room for a moment. From a peg on the wall near his bed, he retrieved his hooded robe and quickly slipped it on.

Leaving the room behind Romulus moved to catch up to the Dragonoid.

o – o – o – o

At the center of the third floor was a large clearing. In the middle of this clearing was the Temple of the World Serpent.

The Temple of the World Serpent was fashioned after the ancient Mesoamerican step pyramids. The towering stone structure stood at a height of near two-hundred feet tall. The granite of the pyramid was covered in intricate etchings of Norse iconography. In particular was the many depictions of the legendary World Serpent, Jörmungandr, throughout. At its heart was the key needed to ascend to the next floor.

The top of the pyramid was opened to showcase the hollow center. It was through this gap that the great diamond chain passed through. Symbolically linking this floor to the floors above.

Remus stood gazing up at the glittering links as they sparkled in the twilight.

Around the wolfman, a circle had been etched into the loose soil. Lowering his gaze, Remus' dark amber eyes traced over the figures that lay outside the circle. Laying prone and scattered about the exterior of the circle were the forms of the Serpentfolk who acted as Temple Guardians,

Serpentfolk were bipedal creatures with long limbs, slim torsos, lengthy tails, and long necks on which their serpent heads were connected. Overall they appeared much like a snake that had suddenly been gifted with arms and legs.

Remus had grown bored while his brother had busied himself with his stogy old books. He had tried to get Romulus to liven up, and by this, he had challenged him to a wrestling matching. However, his brother had promptly turned down the offer. It was after the fifth time of knocking on his door and hearing Romulus decry his idea that he had decided to try his luck elsewhere.

Outside the Hunting Lodge, Remus had been met by his loyal pack of Direwolves.

Direwolves were mid-tier creatures around level fifty with bodies that stretched twenty feet from nose to tail-tip. However, they were smaller than the more powerful counterparts, the Fenrirs.

The wolves stood eight feet tall at the shoulder with black and grey pelts. Their eyes were a hauntingly iridescent green. Upon their pelts, these wolves bore the runic markings the creator's had gifted them to enhance their abilities.

The Direwolves were happy to see Remus and pranced about him like eager puppies. Together they had played, primarily they had played the game of fetch. But this only alleviated his boredom so much.

The pack had followed him through the Twilight Forest and to the temple at its center.

Here he was welcomed by the Temple Guardians. After some persuading, Remus had convinced them to join him in a bit of friendly competition. Thus it was that the wolfman had taken them on in his makeshift arena. The Temple Guardians had entered together and left almost the same way.

Not far off the pack of Direwolves waited. Some sat upon their haunches while others lay on their bellies. All had their eyes on their humanoid leader.

Running his hand through his hair, Remus scratched at one of the wolven ears upon his crown.

"Come on guys, surely you can't be calling it quits. I mean that was only ten rounds."

Some of the Serpentfolk managed to raise themselves. Others remained prone but lifted their long necks to look at Wolfen male. The looks in their reptilian eyes told how little interest they had for a rematch.

The Direwolves shifted, those that had been laying down now sat up and joined the others in turning their collective gaze to the clearing's edge.

This sudden change in their behavior was not lost on the young Werewolf.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

Remus turned following their gaze and training his amber eyes on the forest. The movement amongst the foliage caught his attention. He recognized the blue hue of his brother's robe as he emerged from the green.

Remus smiled, perhaps his brother had decided to accept his offer after all. But this train of thought was ended abruptly as a taller figure followed his brother. A figure with golden scales.

Recognition struck Remus like the ringing of a bell.

With youthful exuberance, the Werewolf rushed forwards followed close behind by the pack of Direwolves. Between the relatively short distance and the Remus' natural speed, it didn't take him long to reach the approaching pair.

In a near mirror image of his brother's earlier actions, Remus fell to his knees before the Master of Tyrnaust. It was an action rather surprisingly and amusingly copied by the Direwolves. The large canines gathered behind their leader, lowering themselves to their bellies.

"Sire," the wolfen male greeted, "To what do I owe this honour?"

The Dragonoid looked over the uniformed Serpentfolk who staggered to their feet and were making their approach.

"I had desired to speak with you and your brother. But before that, just what were you doing here?"

Remus' sleek wolven ears went horizontal, "Oh… it was just a friendly wrestling match. That's all."

Hearing his brother's response, Romulus shook his head with a sigh.

"Really brother?"

"Hey, it's not my fault. If you had just accepted my offer then I wouldn't have had to find someone else to wrestle with."

The elder brother glared up at his younger sibling.

"It is not my purpose to be your entertainment, Remus. Perhaps if you turned your attention to more intellectual pursuits then you might find yourself more fulfilled."

"And maybe if you worked out your body as much as you did your brain. Then maybe you could last more than one round when we wrestle."

The Dragonoid rolled his eyes at the antics of the wolfen pair.

"That's enough."

The pair fell silent at their lord's command.

"Romulus, tend to the Temple Guardians while I speak with your brother."

Without a word the younger brother nodded and departed. But not before sending a sour look to this still kneeling brother.

"You may stand if you desire, Remus."

"Thank you, my lord." Remus brushed some soil from his trousers before looking up to the towering figure of his master.

"Do you and your brother always argue so?"

"No, not always. We get along pretty well and the bookworm can be pretty fun to be around. And besides Romulus knows that I don't really mean anything by it. Or at least I think he does."

Tiberius looked over the Werewolf, who seemed to genuinely be thinking over the matter.

A bit of sibling rivalry, eh? I wonder if this was part of WhiteGnoll's doing? Or is this something else? I mean since they're alive, I doubt they're bound by the limits of the programming we gave them.

The two continued to stand in silence as each worked on their own puzzled thoughts.

Meanwhile, the spectacled Werewolf made use of his magic to see to the recovery of the Serpentfolk. The Temple Guardians bowed to the Werewolf before turning and bowing deeply to the Dragonoid in the distance. With their gratitude shown the guardians returned to the Temple to continue their duties.

With his appointed task completed, Romulus returned to the placed where his brother and master waited.

"Very good, Romulus."

The spectacled Werewolf performed a shallow bow, "Thank you, sire."

"Now then, down to business." Tiberius' gaze shifted from one brother to the other, "I have been informed that the two of you seem bothered by the events of the gathering."

The dredging up of the shame of that night had an immediate effect upon the brothers. Together Romulus and Remus lowered their heads and flattened their ears against their heads.

"While I would have been able to overlook your tardiness. Your behavior at the time is something entirely. Yuliana has also informed me that you two have also been appropriately punished."

At the mention of punishment, the pair of werewolves subconsciously slid their hands behind them. Perhaps in an attempt to soothe more than their hurt pride.

"However, punishment does not absolve the crime. You must make amends through actions. So it is that I have decided upon a task for the two of you."

At those words, the brother's lifted their heads and gazed at the Dragonoid.

"You have but to tell us what it is and it shall be done."

"Yeah, we'll do anything you say."

The pair shared an aspect of earnestness between them as they spoke.

"If you have not been made aware, there is a human village that holds a particular interest to me. It is there that your task will be."

Remus' mood seemed to lighten while his brother grew interested in what the Dragonoid was proposing.

"The job at hand is quite simple. The two of you will aid in the building of a wall for the village."

The look of interest and eagerness to fulfill their master's wishes was quickly replaced by one of dumbfoundedness. This was certainly not what they had been expecting to hear.

The brother's reaction was one that Tiberius had expected. The use of menial tasks as a punishment was something he had learned from his mentor during his entry into the management team.

It was a surprisingly effective technique.

"I understand your surprise at this request. It is beneath your station as Floor Guardians. So perhaps this experience will make you appreciate what you have and act as a reminder for the future."

The Dragonoid's tone of voice did well to impress upon the auburn-haired siblings the seriousness of his words.

With a solemn slowness, the siblings knelt and bowed their heads to the Dragonoid.

"We understand, Lord Tiberius."

"My brother is right. We shall do whatever it is you require to atone for the shame we have brought to our positions as Guardians of Tyrnaust."

Then in unison, without prompting, the pair lifted their heads and met the gaze of their master.

"But more than that, to remove any doubts that you have in us."

"I never had any doubts in either you nor your brother, Romulus."

The Dragonoid offered them a small smile. Or at least the best imitation of a smile that he could manage.

"You are brothers and will have your disagreements. It is only to be expected as I am sure WhiteGnoll knew well. But don't let your personal squabbles be hoisted upon others. Such things are agents of chaos not just for yourselves. Don't forget that your bond isn't just with each other. As I said before, we're all in this together."

Romulus and Remus both nodded vigorously.

With the conclusion of his business, Tiberius bid the pair farewell for the time being. Taking note of the seemingly higher spirits they shared before he turned and made his way back to the floor's exit.

o – o – o – o

Tiberius strode through the magically illuminated corridor that acted as the bridge between the ninth and tenth floors.

However, the Dragonoid's destination did not lie on the tenth floor.

Moving along the length of the passage Tiberius came to a halt only a third of the way through. After stopping the Dragonoid approached the closest of the enchanted crystals that shone with a cool blue light.

Taking the crystal's holder in hand, the Dragonoid applied gentle pressure causing the sconce to rotate.

The sconce turned slowly to the left until it and the crystal it held were positioned horizontally. Next Tiberius moved his hand in the reverse but continued till the sconce was upside down. This was followed by another quarter revolution to the right returning the crystal holder to its upright position. What followed next were several more movements until the proper sequence had been completed.

With the combination entered correctly the lock was disengaged. There was a number of clicks followed by the sound of scraping stone as a section of the wall began to move. The marble bricks of the corridor parted creating an opening to the hidden passage that lay beyond.

A quirk of the passage was that it was crafted from a substance that reflected no light. This left the hallway impossibly black as if it was naught but a barren void. This made the dull shining light in the distance seemed to glow all the brighter.

No sooner had Tiberius stepped through the gap than the section of wall was returned to its original position sealing the passage.

The Dragonoid moved along the corridor, a path he had not tread for quite some time. With only the soft rustle of his clothing and the clack of his taloned toes for company, Tiberius made his way towards the light.

At the end of the hallway lay a small circular chamber.

The round room was constructed of flawless white marble. High overhead the domed ceiling was decorated with a motif of a peaceful sky. Standing at the center of the room was a square plinth some three feet across. Draped over the pedestal was a round cut of red velvet cloth and positioned at its center was a silver pyramid about a foot tall. This pyramid was surrounded on all four sides by numerous rings. These rings were crafted from a variety of materials and of many different stylings. Besides its style, each ring bore a distinct mark that differentiates it from its brethren.

Opposite the corridor's exit –or entrance depending on your direction- stood a pair of tall doors. Each door stood at a height of twelve feet and made from a platinum coloured metal with bands of bronze riveted to their surface.

The doors were flanked on either side by three nondescript humanoid statues. These statues, crafted of electrum, stood with their arms positioned in a way that made it seem as if they were all examining their palms. The idea here was seemingly a simple one. Match the correct ring to the hand of the statue.

However, not everything was as it seemed.

This room was nothing but a façade. A false front created as part of the multitude of layers of protection for the Treasury.

The Dragonoid remained at the chamber's entrance for a moment. His flame-coloured eyes scanning the room before settling on a narrow gap at the base of the eastern wall. There in that opening, a tiny glimmer of something caught his eye. So small was the shine that unless one knew where to look it would not be seen in the brightness of the room.

Turning Tiberius made his way towards the shimmer he'd seen. Stooping down he retrieved a thin object from the minuscule gap.

Holding it in his hand he looked it over.

The object was a splinter taken from a mirror. It was some four inches wide and six inches long and roughly shaped like a lopsided trapezoid. Surprisingly the shard's edges were rounded and smooth.

This sliver of mirror was special. For it was the key to reaching the true entrance to the Grand Treasure Vault.

Tiberius looked to the shard in his hand. As his eyes met those of the reflection there was a brilliant flash as the magic within the mirror activated. Although the light was intense the Dragonoid felt no need to shield his eyes. Soon enough the intensity began to die down and return to normal levels.

With its purpose served the mirror shard vanished from the Dragonoid's grasp.

The room around Tiberius was much the same, however, there were several small differences.

The plinth was still there with the silver pyramid atop it. But the myriad of rings were nowhere to be seen. Another minor alteration was that of the statues. Before they had been simple mannequins, lacking in any distinct features. Now though, those blanks had been replaced with sculptures fashioned in the likeness of six of Tiberius' guildmates.

The first statue was that of Kawaiineet. Her avatar a tall and intimidating Minotaur encased in full plate armour. An odd choice for someone with such a gentle personality.

The next was the already statuesque figure of Socrates Architect. This duplicate of the Automaton was dressed in a priestly set of robes. Somehow this set of robes didn't seem as dignified as his usual more scholarly set.

Then there was the life-sized figurine of PreettyBird. The Birdfolk's colourful plumage was mimicked in exquisite detail. As was the female's scantily choice in attire. Looking over the sculpture the Dragonoid couldn't help but remember the rather flirty personality that accompanied those skimpy clothes.

Next was the aristocratic Half-Golem, Charming Rock. The body double stood with perfect posture and wore a crisp business suit. Though this suit was rather retro consisting of a pinstripe suit jacket complete with coattails, pleated trousers, and spats upon his dress shoes.

Second to the last was the tall and sinister-looking High Devil, Nephxikas. Its monstrous appearance was greatly offset by the mismatched and goofy looking attire.

Then finally there was the centaur, TwilightTingle. The statue of the half-human half-equine struck a regal pose befitting a hero.

Seeing these figures again brought back a wave of pleasant memories to Tiberius. Yet he couldn't let the warmth of these feelings lull him into complacency.

This room was still extremely dangerous.

The interior of this room was guarded by a myriad of spells, including many whose primary effect was instant death. Tiberius recalled once being told that there was enough collective firepower in this room to wipe a full team of six level one-hundred players. Possibly more.

So it was that the Dragonoid couldn't relax until the next test had been completed.

Approaching the silver pyramid on its plinth at the center of the room. Taking the guild ring from his finger, Tiberius deposited it atop the pyramid to active the test.

The pyramid protected a beam of golden light to the ceiling. Then came the sounds of grinding stone as the six statues were activated. The figures moved to take on a more relaxed stance. But they were not coming to life as had happened to the other NPCs. No, this was just a part of their predetermined and simplistic scripting.

If anything could be said about this, Aallonzusk certainly had a flair for theatrics.

Each statue then held out its arms as if to offer something to the Dragonoid. Over their upturned palms, an opaque menu screen had appeared in the air. Upon each of these virtual screens were a question and a selection of possible answers.

Stepping around the central plinth and its pyramid topper, Tiberius approached the statues ready to begin.

The questions on offer were rather varied.

Kawaiineet's question was perhaps the easiest as it had to do with the first raid boss the Sanguine dragons had fought.

The query posed by Socrates Architect was another simple one this time having to do with the matter of the guild's unofficial credo.

PreetyBird's question was perhaps the most abstract and the most simplistic. What was her favorite food?

Tiberius shook his head as he read the text. "She really couldn't come up with a better question than that?"

The effigy of Charming Rock offered not a question with words. But instead with numbers. This took the Dragonoid a fair amount of time to puzzle out. Though in the end, Tiberius input the correct answer accompanied by a string of expletives. He also made a mental note to see if his administrative abilities as Guild Master would let him make a few changes.

The next three again had to guild history. Who had been the Sanguine dragon's biggest rivals? What was the guild's biggest loss? As well as what had been the second most popular name for the guild?

Even now Tiberius couldn't believe the guild had almost been called Super Mighty Stunning Heroes. That was a name more befitting some kind of children's show than a guild in a High-Fantasy style game like YGGDRASIL.

With the test complete and answered correctly the statues crossed their arms, returning to their lifelessness.

There was a series of clicks and the sound of sliding metal. Then the pair of doors which divided the sculptures began to part. As the entrance opened it revealed a fairly narrow staircase that descended downwards for some two dozen feet or so.

Retrieving his guild ring, Tiberius made his way down the stairs and into a short hallway. Beyond this corridor, the Dragonoid could see the flat landing illuminated by the light within the Grand Treasure Vault.

Exiting the hall, Tiberius stepped out onto the landing affording him with his fist looks at the contents of the treasury in a long while.

The Grand Treasure Vault of Tyrnaust.

The floor was massive, as spacious as the ninth floor with an equally high ceiling. This ceiling was upheld by the colossal columns that dotted the room. Each of these pillars' four sides had been carved into the form of an armoured warrior.

These columns were works of art in their own right, deserving of being here. Amongst these gargantuan pillars were numerous catwalks and platforms. Their purpose was simply for ease of navigation as after all if not careful one could probably get turned around.

But was the truly breathtaking sight were the immense piles of treasure that dominated the floor. YGGDRASIL gold coins seemingly numbering beyond measure. Like a veritable mountain range, these mounds of gold and gems spanned the full length and width of the vault chamber.

Some of these amounted to hills no bigger than a child. While others were so tall they hid some of the hundreds of foot high pillars from view, either partially or entirely. Particularly around the edges of the room. Others were so high that if one was to stand upon their summits then you could hit your head on the ceiling.

Yet these mounds of treasure weren't just counted in simple coinage. There were precious jewels of exceeding brilliance, cut into countless styles and of innumerable types. Chalices lay on their sides with platters so finely polished as to be used as mirrors. Various pieces of armour could be seen strewn amongst the hoard.

From a small mound, a gauntlet jutted out from the gold as if its wearer had been buried beneath a cascade of treasure.

Numerous scrolls and books lay about in piles of their own. There were even some paintings that could be seen sticking out from the trinkets.

Anything and everything of interest or noteworthy value that was collected by the Sanguine dragons over their twelve years of adventuring in YGGDRASIL ended up here.

Although the treasure had been vast before. It grew to new proportions when the Sanguine dragons had begun raiding abandoned guild bases before the shutdown. This was the cause for the disarray to be found here. As with such little time and so much to sort through it had been simpler to dump it all in the Grand Treasury.

After all, no one had thought it matter after the shutdown. Tiberius could almost laugh at that idea now.

Yet as impressive a sight as this vast treasure hoard was. It was what the Dragonoid didn't see that garnered his attention.

"Yuvonkiir."

Tiberius' voice rumbled across the immense treasure-filled space. The echo reverberated back many times over before it finally died down. Then the silence returned to the gargantuan chamber.

For a long moment, Tiberius wondered if perhaps the guardian hadn't heard him.

This changed with the cacophony of jingles like the ringing of innumerable tiny bells. It was the sounds of countless coins as they tumbled down the great piles in numerous avalanches.

From beneath the gold coins rose the great reptilian head of the vault guardian, Yuvonkiir. As the blanket of coins slid away more and more of the great dragon was revealed.

Yuvonkiir was immense, easily stretching near a hundred feet from the tip of his snout to the end of his tail. His crocodilian-like scales were the colour of blood, a deep crimson that darkened across the dragon's back. This darkening made the scales appear almost black as if they'd been charred by his own inner inferno. The dragon's head –much like its creator- bore a resemblance to that of a prehistoric dinosaur. But this time it was the so-called king of the dinosaurs, Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Near the end of his muzzle, a row of spike-like projections traversed halfway up the bridge of his snout. Along the length of his lower jaw were slightly larger rearward-facing spines. Above his eyes were bony protrusions, these spikes of bone overlapped one another as they swept backward. Their length growing until they merged with the obsidian horns that projected from the rear of his skull. This layered texture continued along the full length of the horns. Amongst the horns numerous smaller spikes.

Running along the length of the dragon's spine was a crest of rear projecting spines. This sail-like crest gave his back a sawblade like quality.

A second trait Yuvonkiir seemed to share with his creator was the appearance of his eyes. The dragon's eyes were the same fierce fiery mix of red and orange hues, however, there was a strong golden tint. This gave the dragon's irises a brilliance comparable to pools of molten gold.

Rising to his full height, Yuvonkiir stood upon his four powerful limbs, each as thick as burly tree trunks. The dragon stretched his forelimbs and flexed his five-toed feet before doing the same for his rear legs. From his shoulders, a tremendous set of wings were folded in their resting position. If they were opened these wings would easily match the dragon's length, possibly surpassing it.

Stray trinkets fell away from the dragon's body as he rose while others strayed on. From a spine, a jeweled necklace hung loosely before it too fell away. With a series of long slow blinks, Yuvonkiir cleared the sleep from his vision. Twin trails of steam, or perhaps smoke, rose from the creature's shield-shaped nostrils.

With a fluid almost cat-like grace, something that belied a creature of this size, Yuvonkiir began to descend from his napping spot.

As Tiberius stood upon the landing watching the vault guardian, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear nibbling away at the back of his mind. In the face of a creature that could swallow him whole, it was only natural.

But more than that, the Dragonoid was unsure of just how Yuvonkiir would react to him.

After all, Yuvonkiir was no longer an NPC governed by an A.I program within a game. The dragon was a creature of flesh and blood and as such he was free to make his own choices.

Tiberius could only assume that like the other NPCs of Tyrnaust that this dragon would show the same levels of respect.

Yet the Dragonoid held firm, he would not let his fear rule him. Well, at least so long as the dragon didn't try to eat him.

Yuvonkiir moved through the valleys between the largest piles of gold and climbed over the smaller mounds. His approach was slow, deliberate. The dragon's fiery gold eyes focused solely on the waiting Dragonoid. He finally came to a halt before a treasure pile that rested at the base of the platform. His great size easily placing him on par with the height.

There came a great rumble from the dragon's throat, then his jaws parted.

"Creator," the deep bass of the dragon's voice so close could be felt by the Dragonoid.

Yuvonkiir craned his neck forwards bringing his mammoth head down to rest his chin upon the cool grey marble. In an almost puppy-like fashion, Yuvonkiir brought his snout in close and ever so carefully nudged at Tiberius' hand.

"It has been some time since you last visited, my creator."

Lifting his hand, the Dragonoid allowed his palm to rest upon the dragon's scaled muzzle.

"I am sorry, Yuvonkiir."

"There is no need to apologize, my creator. I understand, you are the leader of the Supreme Beings. There are matters that require your attention more than visiting." Yuvonkiir spoke with an almost purr like quality to his deep voice.

Looking at the great creature before him, Tiberius couldn't keep away the memories of Yuvonkiir's creation.

It had been an arduous series of tasks to get a dragon NPC for the guild. The game developers just couldn't make it easy lest every guild would have themselves a dragon NPC.

Before even starting there were a number of requirements that had to be met. Chiefly amongst these was that a guild base had to be a dungeon of Castle-Tier or higher. Then the guild must have a sufficient stockpile of gold to match.

It wasn't until the Sanguine dragons had conquered the Pinnacle of Tyrnaust did the guild, at last, possess a base that more than met the requirement. Then it just was the matter of amassing enough gold.

After meeting the prerequisites then having a dragon NPC became available. This provided a special perk to the Guild Master which would allow dragon eggs to be counted as something more than just rare materials for crafting.

Next came the long slow grind of farming legendary level dragons until one would drop an egg. Something that had an exceedingly low drop rate at the best of times.

After countless hours an egg was finally attained. But it didn't end there, now came a whole new set of tasks.

Then the egg had to be incubated until hatching. However, it could only be incubated at a select number of locations within YGGDRASIL. This meant that after a location was chosen the egg had to be hidden there and guarded. Or else there was the possibility of losing the egg to another player who would steal the valuable object for the many uses it possessed. There was also the chance for it to be simply destroyed by random monsters that spawned at those whereabouts.

So enlisting the aid of his fellow Sanguine dragons, the egg was protected.

It took nearly a month of continual careful babysitting before the egg finally hatched. The new hatchling was brought back to Tyrnaust to mature. At its natural pace, the young drake reached a new level of its development after a week's time.

During the farming for the egg, guild member PR0PH3CY5H4X0R performed some research into the subject. She spent numerous hours scrounging through message boards and deciphered truth from fiction. It was she that uncovered the information that feeding the hatchling a specific meal at each of its developmental stages would result in an increase of the adult's base stats.

Again though this was not an easy thing to do. The reason was each of these specific meals had to be made from a particularly rare creature, one creature from each of YGGDRASIL's nine worlds.

All in all, from start to finish it took the better part of a year to be done with.

The result was the strongest NPC in all the guild, the creature whose scaled flesh Tiberius found himself currently petting. It was an endeavor that was completely worth it.

"What brings you here, my lord creator?"

Lifting his gaze from the dragon before him, the Dragonoid turned towards the center of the floor. It was there at the epicenter of the Grand Treasury lay the inner vault.

Secured within this inner vault was where the guild's members would store their most precious items. These items ranged from divine class equipment to the guild's supply of data crystals. Some of the things placed within weren't placed there for their monetary value but instead, it was their sentimental value.

Yet even now Tiberius still unsure if he'd actually be able to find anything that could fulfill the role he had in mind.

"I seek to find an item that could be used for protection. As such, I had intended to go to the inner vault."

Yuvonkiir pulled back from his creator's gentle ministrations and returned himself to his full height. Turning his head the dragon followed his master's line of sight.

"Master, I cannot let you simply walk that distance. If you'll permit it, allow me to carry you."

Hearing such a proposal from the dragon was rather surprising for Tiberius. The Dragonoid had been expecting the dragon to point him in the right direction or to make an offer to escort him. But certainly not to be carried there.

"Uhh… I don't see any objections. Though what of your spines?"

A smile seemed to spread across the dragon's snout. The sawblade-like spines along his back seemed to ripple and undulate before flattening out. Though not completely flat it was clear the spines would pose no problem for the Dragonoid to ride.

Following this Yuvonkiir shifted his mighty frame, holding his neck and shoulders close to the platform.

Understanding the meaning behind this gesture, Tiberius moved with a certain level of caution. Wary that he might cause some discomfort for the large dragon. With care, Tiberius stepped out upon the dragon's shoulders and took a seat at the base of the dragon's neck. In this position, it reminded Tiberius of riding on the back of his Spirit dragon mount, just on a much larger scale.

Once sure his passenger was comfortably seated, Yuvonkiir shifted and began to make his way deeper into the Grand Treasure Vault.

Riding upon Yuvonkiir's back provided a most comfortable way of getting about the chamber. All around the pair, the coins would jingle and rattle with every step the dragon took. Small landslides of loose treasure would tumble free and cascade freely down to settle at lower points.

With the dragon's great strides and surprising surefootedness, the pair were able to traverse the distance over the loose coins with ease. As for Tiberius, he quite enjoyed making the journey by dragon back. It was like being given a personalized tour.

Before long the pair approached the inner vault.

Three plain square columns arranged in a triangular fashion sat at the epicenter of the floor. Each of these pillars made up a part of the inner vault and it was within their hollow shafts that true treasure lie.

It was in the northern pillar that the guild had stored that stockpile of data crystals.

The eastern pillar, however, did not have a particular theme. No, the eastern pillar merely served as a catch-all for anything that somebody wanted to keep safe.

The western pillar was designated to serve as the Armoury, within lie the finest equipment the members of the Sanguine Dragons owned.

It was also here at the topmost part of the pillar there was a special chamber. This chamber contained the guild's most powerful items, World-Class Items.

World-Class Items were the most powerful items in all of YGGDRASIL. Items of such power and prestige, that they were coveted above all others within the game.

Totaling two-hundred they were scattered throughout the nine worlds of YGGDRASIL. Their abilities were just as varied as their appearances and of these two-hundred there was a select number that stood out above the others, these were known as One of Twenty.

Those particular items had powers that bordered on game-breaking. It was only by their exceeding rarity and extreme difficulty to obtain that they were kept from doing so.

So rare were they only a few guilds had ever managed to acquire more than one of these items through the game's twelve years of life. The Sanguine dragons had been lucky when they had found their first, and luckier still when raiding other guilds had added more to their collection.

Just prior to the shutdown, the Sanguine dragons had been proud to say they possessed a total of seven such relics.

Accomplishing such a task would have earned the Sanguine dragons the animosity of other guilds. As well as added greatly to the guild's prestige since it was extraordinarily rare for a guild to have even one World Item.

It might have even gotten players speaking of them with the same awe as they did the top-billed guilds. Guilds such as Seraphim, Millennium Kingdom, World Searcher, and others.

Perhaps even the guild Ainz Ooal Gown.

Ainz Ooal Gown was the stuff of legends in YGGDRASIL. Though not the number one guild, they were consistently placed in the top ten. They garnered quite the reputation for themselves, as infamous as they were powerful. They had set several precedents in their time.

Including the discovery of one of the Seven Hidden Mines. Resisting a massive attack on their guild base composed of eight guilds banded together. 1,500 players, mercenaries, and NPCs they had brought with them in the attack only to be defeated.

Another of their astonishing feats was the gathering of eleven World-Class Items. Something no other guild had achieved.

It was a tremendous honour to be mentioned in the same breath as them.

But with YGGDRASIL's coming demise none really cared much for such things anymore. So when a middling guild had managed to gather seven World Items through sheer dumb luck, it went unnoticed.

So it was with the Armoury that the Dragonoid's interest lay.

Arriving at their destination, Yuvonkiir ascended the short set of stairs in a single step. The dragon strode to stand at the center of the triangular formation. Halting he lowered himself till his belly was pressed against the cool grey stone. Then Yuvonkiir shifted to allow his rider to safely and easily dismount.

"Thank you, Yuvonkiir."

The dragon nodded, "It was my pleasure to aid my creator."

Turning away the Dragonoid made his way to the western column. Here only a simple gate of golden bars stood in his way. There was no trick, no trap, and no locks. After all, if someone had made it this far into the guild base and bested the Vault Guardian. Then they deserved whatever they could take.

Taking hold of the golden gate in his scaled hands, Tiberius pushed the rudimentary frames apart and entered the Armoury.

The exterior walls were lined with multitiered shelves and alcoves that spiraled up and up to the very top. At the center a column, it too was lined with shelves. As for the means of traversing the storage system, it was left to a simple ramp that followed the path.

The first thing that caught the Dragonoid's eye was a set of golden armour.

The armour rested on the body of a mannequin to best display its glory. Even with no knowledge of armour it was clear from even a cursory glance this set of armour was not meant for any human. Its build was too heavy and far too big to fit anything short of a giant among men. The legs were oddly structured and possessed a total of four arms.

Nearby a fine set of Elvish robes made from the finest of Drider silks, colourful and with an undershirt of enchanted chainmail. No doubt these robes also possessed many an enhancement to buff its wearer.

Moving along Tiberius' fiery eyes flowed over the variety of items that sat upon the numerous shelves.

There were numerous bladed weapons from throwing axes to daggers. There were swords of all types in numerous racks: scimitars and katanas, single-handed arming swords, dual-handed longswords, even greatswords as tall as a man. Battle-axes hung in alcoves like shirts in a closet. Crystalline spears and adamantine halberds sat in bushels.

A pair of large green and red gauntlets with a row of spines along the knuckles. A rather intimidating black metal helmet with tall spike-like ears that covered only the upper portion of the face. A dagger with a jagged and cruel-looking blade of red ruby. A wizard's staff of white metal with a silver star atop its head and a large sapphire at its center.

Numerous bows of varying styles hung in an alcove.

One a wicked-looking thing with sharp blade-like arms, made from a black metal seemed to lack a bowstring. Where the string would attach a set of blood-red rubies. The bow seemed to give off a malevolent aura as if it hungered for the kill.

On and on Tiberous strolled, every so often the Dragonoid would linger before some piece of this collection. Whether it be from nostalgic memory or if he was curious as to the item's owner and where it had come from.

Still, the Dragonoid continued his survey, appraising each, in turn, looking for anything that would fit with his intentions. Unfortunately, none seemed to fall within the limitations he'd set.

It was as he had suspected the equipment stored here by his fellow guild members were of too high a level.

So it was that Tiberius didn't bother traveling much higher than the tenth level. After all, it was rather obvious just what he would find only more of the same.

Doubling back the Dragonoid made his way back to the Armoury's entrance. Pulling the gate shut behind him, Tiberius sighed and strode back to the waiting Vault Guardian.

The large dragon sat upon his haunches, his neck craned and those pools of molten gold following his creator's approach.

"You look troubled, my creator," the dragon rumbled.

The Dragonoid lifted his gaze to meet Yuvonkiir's own, "Indeed. I am afraid I have merely wasted my time and yours with this endeavor."

Yuvonkiir lowered his head bringing him close to his master. From his nostrils, a puff of hot air blew over the Dragonoid.

"Then tell, creator. Tell me and perhaps I may be of service."

"Very well, I sought to obtain an item that could be used by even the lowest of leveled beings. This item must also have provided a protective ability or spell. But alas I have not been able to find such an item."

The dragon closed his eyes, it was only his steady breathing that told of him still being amongst the living. When he did such, Tiberius could've sworn he heard an odd hum and felt a presence in the air about them.

After what seemed far longer than the few seconds it was, Yuvonkiir's golden orbs could once again be seen. Rising the dragon turned and began to leave the area.

"Where are you going?"

Yuvonkiir paused, looking back to his creator as he stood with a puzzled look about him.

"Forgive me, but I know of something that may be what you seek."

Without a word further, the mammoth winged reptile turned back around and set off.

Tiberius watched as the dragon trod upon the treasure. Coins clanged and fell away each time he raised his foot from the mounds of gold. Then with grace, he surmounted a tall peak of treasure and with a flick of his tail was gone from sight.

So the Dragonoid stood at the center of the open floor, waiting.

He did know for how long it was before he heard the jingle of the coins and felt the rumble of the dragon's steps returning. But return he did, with the same fluid stride Yuvonkiir approached his creator.

Yuvonkiir stopped a dozen yards away from Tiberius. Slowly he brought his head down and from his jaws deposited something on the ground.

As the dragon's head moved away, Tiberius eyed the item curiously.

It was a statue that measured about a foot in height and looked to be made from polished silver metal. The figurine was modeled in the image of an armoured knight, it stood tall with arms at rest and its hands resting atop a kite shield.

The Dragonoid looked up at the towering dragon, "What is this?"

"I believe this item will do for what you require, my creator."

"Is that so," the Dragonoid turned back to the statuette and held out his hand towards the small figure, "[Appraisal Magic Item]"

There came a brief glow as the spell was activated. In an instant, the Dragonoid's mind was filled with every detail that one would need to know about the statue.

Huh, so this statue is enchanted with the [Sheild Wall] spell. Though it can only be cast once a day. Still, that should be more than enough to protect the family.

A pleased smile came over Tiberius' reptilian visage.

The crimson scaled dragon looked on, "Have I done well, creator?"

"Yes, Yuvonkiir, yes you have. I do believe this statue will fit the bill quite nicely."

But this moment of levity lasts only momentarily.

As Tiberius' thoughts turned to the family something occurred to only now.

Wait… This statue is only good if they have it with them. But I can't expect them to carry with them all the time. I mean it's mithril but it's still a good ten pounds or so, and they don't have the luck of having a YGGDRASIL pocket dimension for inventory storage. And what if they did bring it everywhere, it's only good if the family is together.

But what if some go into the forest to hunt? Or what if they have to go to another village market?

The Dragonoid's mind set to work on this new puzzle as he bent down to retrieve the statuette. Lifting the figurine from the ground, Tiberius extended his arm, and as before his forearm with the statue vanished from sight. The statue was swiftly deposited within his inventory and with the information provided by the appraisal spell, it was properly sorted.

Tiberius shifted, "Yuvonkiir, if I may trouble you again."

The great dragon nodded in understanding. Without a word, he lowered himself once more to the ground. His positioning allowed the Dragonoid again to climb upon his back and retake his place on his shoulders.

This time as he rode on the Vault Guardian's back, Tiberius had something to think about.

This means I'll need to find something else.

So it was that he began to wonder just how he might go about solving this new dilemma. Various ideas came to mind but again none seemed to pan out. That is until one.

What they need is a bodyguard.

The Dragonoid's eyes opened wide at the idea.

Yes, that's it! That is just what they need. But what? Golems? No, golems wouldn't work. They're not exactly the stealthiest of things and they don't exactly excel in the area of free-thinking. So what then?

Tiberius thought over a number of possible candidates that could serve the role. But his thoughts kept returning to one type of mercenary NPC in particular. They were creatures that he had made frequent use of within YGGDRASIL.

Yes, those NPCs would do quite nicely.

No sooner had the Dragonoid pulled himself from his thoughts than Tiberius found the ride had come to its inevitable conclusion.

Yuvonkiir retook his place at the base of the landing at the vault's entrance. The scaled flesh of his shoulder pressed against the stone. From his place, Tiberius rose and stepped back upon the flat stone of the platform.

"Will that be all, creator?"

"Yes."

The dragon ruffled his wings sending a sudden gust of air in directions and straightened up. Then with a bow, Yuvonkiir turned and started to retreat further into the treasure-filled chamber.

The Dragonoid watched as his creation began to walk away, back into his isolation. As such thoughts settled upon him, Tiberius began to feel rather bad about this situation. After all, Yuvonkiir was alone here and had been here alone since his birth.

This may have all well and good if he had stayed a simple computer-controlled A.I. But as a living being, would it not be considered cruel to allow this to continue? It was not like Tiberius had offered the dragon a choice in the matter before.

"Yuvonkiir," Tiberius called out.

At the sound of his name, the dragon halted, turning back to face his master.

"I think you have been couped up in here long enough. Leave this place with me."

The dragon's visage changed. His gold eyes were opened in surprise and his jaws parted ever so slightly.

"But creator, it is my responsibility to defend the treasure of the Supreme Beings. I cannot leave, I cannot abandon my duty."

"I admire your devotion, Yuvonkiir. But you needn't worry, Tyrnaust is quite safe." Tiberius offered a toothy smile to the dragon before him. "So long as you hold true to your desire, you would not be shirking your duties in any form. In leaving this singular chamber, you would merely be expanding the area in which you protect."

Yuvonkiir looked to his creator, uncertainty still visible on his draconic features. The dragon turned, his golden gaze flitting back and forth between his creator and the treasure chamber.

Relenting Yuvonkiir looked to Tiberius and nodded.

Much like with the Dragonoid's own transformations, a great haze surrounded the dragon. But more than that the air grew hot and heavy as the haze grew thicker still. The colossal form of the dragon began to shrink. Smaller and smaller until it disappeared from view beneath the edge of the landing.

Tiberius moved closer to the edge only to pull back as something from below came flying up from below at speed. The object flew up and over the Dragonoid on great letheren wings to land behind him.

Tiberius pivoted at the sound of flapping and looked to the sight that awaited him.

Standing not far away was Yuvonkiir.

He stood upon two legs in a form very much resembling his creator's. Though there were notable differences between the pair.

The most obvious was the distinct colour difference. Yuvonkiir's scales retained their crimson colouration as well as the darkening. The almost black scales covered the upper portion of his head, the length of his back and tail, from his shoulders to run down along his arms and the fronts of his legs. Then there was of course the difference in their head shape.

Yuvonkiir was clothed in rather simple garments. From what Tiberius could see it consisted of no doubt the same basic undergarments as all characters in YGGDRASIL wore. Over this, there was a set of form-fitting shorts and a black leather tasset. This skirt of leather hung much like an oversized loincloth down to his shins.

Beyond that, the now humanoid dragon was bereft of anything else.

This changing of form was not something that dragon's in YGGDRASIL could do naturally. No, this was made possible through the use of a special ability gifted to Yuvonkiir.

An ability known as the Heir of Asgorath.

This special skill granted the dragon the ability to take on the form of any race of dragon or draconic creatures. In doing so he would also have access to any of their innate abilities.

However, it did come as a surprise to Tiberius to see Yuvonkiir's own form bearing such a resemblance to himself. Perhaps it was because of him being the dragon's creator.

Yuvonkiir took the moment to examine his new form. His muscular neck craned to and fro as he looked over his body.

"I take it you have not assumed another form before?"

"No, my creator. I have always been in my natural form since you gave me life." Yuvonkiir paused, "This sensation is… foreign to me."

Approaching Tiberius placed his hand gently on the other's shoulder.

"It will surely take some getting used to it. But we have time for that."

The Dragonoid removed his hand as Yuvonkiir nodded. With a small jerk of his head, Tiberius indicated for now humanoid dragon to follow. So it was the pair turned and together made to exit the Grand Treasure Vault of Tyrnaust.

o – o – o – o

It had been several days since that awful day.

Since the horrible screams and the bloodshed. Since violence had invaded the peaceful lives of the villager of Carne. Since they had been saved by a pair of visiting adventurers.

In the days that followed the attack by the unknown knights, life had managed to return to a semblance of previous. However, this was only a façade. Things had been irrevocably altered by the events of that day.

No longer did the people of Carne move about in their usual manner. Children no longer played their games with the same carefree attitude as before.

An air of tension clung heavily to the villager's lives.

Many had done their best to adapt and put the tragedy behind them. They had bid farewell to the friends and loved ones lost that day and move on with life. But it was a tall order to ask of someone whose life had been so decimated.

The sight of hunting knives hung from belts had now become a common accessory for many adults and even some adolescents. Their eyes were always alert, even in conversations, they would often be seen scanning their surroundings. Wary parents now kept their children close and often supervised their playtime.

For some, however, it seemed that moving on was something far harder.

Many of these individuals had allowed themselves to be governed by fear and grief. They had become reclusive, shying away from all manner of public interactions. Only venturing from the seclusion of their homes out of necessity and when they did so, they weren't out for very long.

The experience had left an indelible mark upon their lives and all the people of Carne understood life would never be the same for it. Now the villagers just had to learn to cope with the pain, and the fear of it ever happening again.

But they had chosen to persevere and come away stronger for it.

Making an effort to avoid such a fate come to pass again, some alterations to the village had been made.

The first had been the establishment of a guard shift. During the day, a rotational shift of two volunteers stationed atop the watchtower at all times. At night they would patrol the village and continue to keep watch over their fellows. These individuals did not leave their posts until their allotted time was finished.

Though, of course, there had been some exceptions. Once a man had partaken of some overly ripe pork and had to be relieved early as his stomach demanded.

There was also a strict curfew put in place for any but the adults. This as expected had caused some disquiet amongst the village youth. But they complied without much fuss.

On the fourth day, some had made the proposal of perhaps seeking aid by hiring some Workers, ex-adventurers who had parted with the Adventurer's Guild –usually on bad terms- and now worked as freelancers willing to take a wide variety of jobs. But this idea had been quickly dismissed.

Carne was a small village on the frontier borders of The Re-Estize Kingdom. They did not possess a great wealth of trade goods or anything of particular value. Indeed, if the seasons were difficult it was hard enough to pay the annual tax collectors. Where were they to get the funds to hire Workers?

Other ideas, ideas that would never have been considered before, had been put forth and discussed at length. Yet none of these had panned out any better.

So it was decided for them. The village of Carne was on its own.

However, fate can be a fickle thing.

Atop the watchtower, a man stood leaning against the railing. His face of rugged youth not long into adulthood. His lengthy dark brown hair was pulled back in a short pony-tail. Though his bangs still fluttered in the soft cool breeze. With a slow turn of his head, he performed another sweep of the horizon with his fair blue eyes.

Not far behind the young man's companion sat upon a squat stool. He was considerably older with his weathered skin and greying hair. He held a simple cob pipe before him and placed the stem to his dry lips. In his other hand, he produced a small flint striker and set to the task of igniting the fuel held in the pipe.

At the sound of the repeated rasping strikes, the younger man turned around.

"I swear, Doric. One of these days you're gonna set that bushy beard of your alight."

The elder Doric lifted his brow at the youth's comment but was not deterred from his task.

"Oh, and what makes you think that I haven't already?" the comment was followed by a good-humoured chuckle. "No, Braga. I just need to get a better tobacco pouch to keep the blasted stuff dry."

At his elder's response, Braga shook his head. He'd made the mistake once of taking up Doric's offer of his pipe one time. All he got for it was his lungs burning and his stomach churning much to the amusement of the other man. He just did not understand the whole pipe smoking thing.

Braga turned and walked to the other side of the platform. From the high perch, he watched the happenings below.

The young man watched as the children played under the watchful eye of gathered parents. While others milled about performing their daily routines. In distance, he could see those at work in the fields.

Everything seemed as routine as it had been the first day he had climbed the watchtower.

Braga sighed, they had been lucky so far. There had been no further signs of attacking forces. The most exciting thing to happen was when Aeron had spotted an approaching merchant and his wagon during his watch.

Pushing the thoughts from his mind, Braga returned to his survey.

His eyes skimmed along the tree line of the Great Forest of Tob. Though the chances of an attack from there were rare.

He paused, there halfway between the village and the forest something caught his eye. A flicker in the air so brief that he had thought it a trick of the light. But it was there, a shimmer in the air like the heat haze on a hot summer day.

The shimmer grew stronger, morphing into a great yawning black void wreathed in purple flame.

"Dorik, look!"

Fearing the worst, Doric's pipe clattered to the watchtower's wooden floor as the older man rose hastily to his feet, knocking over his stool in the process. Heavy thuds of his footsteps echoed as he hurried to the railing. His dark coloured eyes following the pointing hand of Braga into the distance.

As his gaze settled upon the obsidian portal hovering in the break between the village and surrounding woodland. A deep feeling of relief washed over Dorik.

Had such a thing been seen before that eventful day, it would have been a cause for great alarm. However, things had changed and now, however, this strange sight was instead a most welcome disruption to their day.

o – o – o – o

The familiar view of the human village materialized before the Dragonoid's eyes as he emerged from the [Gate].

Once more, Tiberius had retaken his human form and donned his armour. By his reckoning, seeing him in this form would be best to put the villagers at ease. This would, in turn, make it easier to conduct his business with the villagers.

Narry a moment had passed before the figure of the Guardian Overseer stepped through the portal.

Tiberius hadn't been surprised to see Yuliana once more in her armour as he prepared to leave Tyrnaust. Though whereas the last time she had accompanied him, it had been at the insistence of the other Floor Guardians. This time though she had come without prompting.

Perhaps she merely felt it was her duty to rejoin him in this endeavor. Or maybe she had just wanted to get away from the monotony of her usual duties. Either option was just as likely in Tiberius' eyes.

Striding forwards to stand alongside Tiberius, she surveyed the village.

"It appears not much has been changed since our departure, my lord."

"While the outwards appearances remain the same. I highly doubt such will be the case amongst the inhabitants."

The discussion by the abrupt dull ringing of a bell from somewhere within the village.

Tiberius could guess this bell ringing was used as some kind of alarm for the village. So if the villagers hadn't been aware of the arrival of the pair then there was a good chance they were now.

So much for subtlety. Ah well…

"My lord, the villagers seem to be gathering," Yuliana's words interrupted the Dragonoid's thoughts.

Turning his gaze towards the village he could see this was indeed the case. By the edge of the village, a decent sized mob of villagers had formed. The crowd, however, this time wore a different face to the one they had originally been met with.

"I think you can be at ease, Yuliana. It appears we are being welcomed."

Together the mob of humans set forth in stride. Many seemed to be wearing smiles upon their faces. Others were more neutral but their levity could still be sensed in their body language. At the head of the oncoming throng of villagers was Chief Wyllam, a rather jovial on his face.

"We welcome the return of you and your companion to our village."

The chief's greeting was followed by a deep bow directed at the armour duo. It was a sign of respect that was mirrored by the others gathered.

"To what do we owe the honour?"

Tiberius inclined his head in a nod of acknowledgment, "Before my departure I was approached by a young lady. Enri, I believe her name was. She spoke to me about her fears for the village. As such she gave me much to consider in regards to Carne."

From behind his helmet's ruby lenses, Tiberius' eyes roamed over what parts of the village he could see.

"Your homes remain in danger so long as you lack basic defenses." There were mumbled conversation amongst the villagers. "So it was that I have deliberated on the matter and have come to amend that."

As if on cue, the obsidian surface of the yawning portal rippled as yet more figures emerged from the inky blackness.

There were eight in total who came forth.

Six of the figures were familiar to the onlookers. Their stone bodies and rough-hewn human features marked them as the golems that had paid a previous visit to the village.

Yet it was the two newcomers that strode at the forefront of the group that attracted the attention.

Two young men somewhere in early adulthood. The pair shared a strong resemblance to one another, so it seemed safe to assume there was a relation.

The one on the left was somewhat taller than the other. He had a rough look about him, his shaggy auburn hair was disheveled and the shadow of dark stubble could be seen on his jawline. He wore simple garments; pants of rough sackcloth and a loose sleeveless shirt. It was clothing that wouldn't have looked out of place within the village. However, it was the furred pelt of the large white wolf that he wore as a vest that drew the most looks.

In contrast, the other possessed a refined look with his square rimmed glasses. His auburn hair was neatly styled and swept back with a clean-shaven face. This young man's clothing was equally more dignified. Above the dark trousers, his white shirt could be seen beneath the emerald green vest. The azure blue cloak fluttered behind him like a cape as he moved.

However, it was the trait the pair visibly shared that attracted the most stares. Atop their heads, each bore triangular canine ears which swiveled with every sound.

Many within the crowd could mutter and speak in hushed tones as they stared at the unusual sight.

Seeing the reaction the two had garnered Tiberius felt it was best to intervene.

"I wish to introduce two of my subordinates," the Dragonoid shifted, his arm raising to point to each in turn, "Romulus and his brother Remus."

"Hey," was all the taller of the two had to say before he offered a lazy wave.

"Salutations," the spectacled brother offered a more formal greeting.

Chief Wyllam was mildly amused to see the distinctness between the pair finding it rather suited to their appearances.

"Oh well, hello to you as well. You are most welcome as are any companions of Sir Tiberius." The older man turned to their master with a questioning gaze, "Though I must admit as to my curiosity to what you have in mind."

"It is a simple task for them. With the aid of the golems, they are to begin construction of a wall to surround and secure the village."

The Dragonoid's left arm extended and with a flick of his wrist he gave the signal for the work to begin.

At their master's command, the Werewolf brother's turned and with golems in tow made their way to the edge of the Forest of Tob. As the small group departed, the villagers could only look on.

Halfway there the siblings parted company. Remus continued onwards toward the treeline with his nonhuman escort. Meanwhile, the younger brother had stopped and now stood waiting in the middle of the open ground.

The amassed human's eyes tracked the elder brother's every move as he approached a particularly tall tree. He seemed to pause for a moment, perhaps sizing up the task ahead of him. Then before their eyes, he produced a bearded axe they had been certain he was not carrying a moment ago.

The villagers watched as aligned the axe head to the trunk. Remus performed a few mock strikes before rearing back. What followed was an astonishing feat.

With blazing speed, his arm moved, so fast as to be nothing but a barely discernable blur to the watchers. The world seemed to go silent as the axe passed effortlessly through the thick tree trunk. There came a sudden crack like a whip trailed by a creaking groan. Then not one, but a dozen trees slid free of their stumps to crash to the ground.

The crowd gasped audibly at the spectacle on display.

"There's no need to show off, brother."

Remus, however, paid no attention to his sibling's chiding. Instead, he moved on preparing to fell another score of trees.

In his wake, the golems had gone to work. Using their mighty strength the stone men tore the limbs from the trunks and lay them in an ever-growing pile. With only the bare trunk the golems hoisted the heavy logs from the ground and preceded to the second brother.

Romulus waited and watched patiently, he even made sure to thank the golems as they lay their wooden cargo nearby. Once satisfied enough had been gathered Romulus began his work.

Adept in Silent Magic, Romulus did not need to speak the spell aloud for their effects to be made manifest. His amber eyes lit up with arcane energy as he turned his focus to the amassed logs. The large wooden poles rattled and took to the air.

The trunks danced about in the air like puppets on strings, guided by the slight gestures of the Werewolf's hands.

The dancing logs followed as directed, like rank and file soldiers the trunks aligned themselves with their brethren. They rose higher into the air as Romulus lifted his right hand. Only to come rushing back to the earth and the ground shook with meteoric force as the wooden projectiles impaled themselves into the soft earth.

Seeing these feats with such deft prowess left many within the crowd speechless and a sense of awe.

This display served well to drive home the point of just how much power their esteemed benefactor must possess. For these young men who showcased such power to be subservient to another. It dazzled the mind to think of it.

"An impressive sight. Wouldn't you agree, Chief Wyllam?"

"Y-Yes, yes it certainly is." Caught off-guard the old leader's voice waivered before he composed himself. "Sir Tiberius, I must ask… They're not human, are they?"

"No, they are not," the Dragonoid turned to face the man beside him, "Many who serve me are not human. Does such a thing bother you, Chief Wyllam?"

The aged human turned, his weathered gaze focusing on the scene playing out before him. His eyes studying the two brothers as they continued to work.

The one brother moved amongst the trees, with every swing of his arm a score of trees fell before him. Trees whose trunks were thicker than a man and towered over the houses of the village.

The other remained near motionless, only his arms moved as he channeled whatever magics were at play. Each freshly delivered tree trunk became another puppet to his whims. One by one they planted themselves firmly within the earth and the wall to defend the village grew ever larger.

"When we're children, we are warned of the monsters that roam the lands. Stories told to frighten children before bed. Some are said to appear close to human like goblins, while others show their true natures like the beastmen. But we're told nothing of the evils of men. Of the monsters who wear the guise of a man."

Wyllam sighed before drawing a deep breath.

"I won't lie to you, at one time such a thing would have bothered me. But not now. No, whether they be human or not doesn't matter anymore. We have placed our trust with you and those who serve you."

In hearing this man waxing on philosophically, for a brief moment, Tiberius found himself transported back to his time in YGGDRASIL. To the times when he would listen to Socrates Architect expound his sagely idioms.

The Dragonoid found himself smiling behind his helmet.

"Wise words, Chief Wyllam." Tiberius paused before changing the subject. "This barrier is only one-half of the means to protect the village."

"Oh," the older male's brow raised, "You needn't go through such troubles on our behalf."

"Yet I have nonetheless."

For a third time, the still present portal began to undulate as another set of humanoid forms stepped forth. Having served its purpose the abyssal gateway evaporated. This left the two shapes to be more clearly seen.

Immediately all eyes were drawn to the newcomers.

Each stood seven feet tall with broad frames. The bodies clad in a full set of plate armour. The armour was robust but had a menacing look to it. The metal was tarnished, blackened as if exposed to high heat. With sharp lines and possessing a pointed protrusion.

The helmet was tall, almost elongated, with a look like the skull of a horse. From the forehead, it appeared a sword had been planted and the blade bent backward over the crest of the helm. The right pauldron had a wavy texture, the peaks of the waves forming a narrow and obviously sharpened band of blades. On the left were rows of gleaming tipped spikes.

The fingers of the left hand were exaggeratedly long. Their semblance was more akin to bendable spines than fingers. From just above the wrist a pair of nearly foot-long blades. While the opposite hand had been removed entirely. In its place was the blade of a broad sword. The mounted sword seemed to spin and move freely in its place.

In the sight of these silent warriors, the villagers held their collective breath.

Moving quickly the Dragonoid strode forwards and place himself between the new arrivals and the fearful crowd.

"There is no need for alarm, they are here to defend your village," Tiberius' voice carried over the crowd, "They are golems, the same as those who help to build the wall."

Tiberius shifted his focus to the golems, "Kneel."

As commanded the twin suits of armour lowered themselves to the ground. Approaching the golems Tiberius took his place between them. Extending his gauntleted hands the Dragonoid placed a hand on either side of the tall helm. Then with gentle movements, he articulated the helmet until it slid free from the body.

The human villagers looked on, still with some small amount of anxiety. They watched as the helm was removed to reveal the armour was indeed but an empty shell. This revelation did much to alleviate much of their concern.

"They are called Blade Golems, for obvious reasons. While the others are meant for labor. This type of golem is meant for a singular purpose, they are made for combat. So it is I have brought them here. Should the village be faced with such a threat again, they shall act tirelessly to eliminate that menace."

With care, Tiberius replaced the black metal helmet upon the Blade Golem's shoulders. It seemed that was enough as the helmet was attracted by an unseen force into its rightful position.

Leaving the twin animated suits of armour behind, Tiberius made his way towards the villagers.

"No more will the people of Carne need live with the fear of an attack from some unknown enemy. Never again will you need to worry about your safety or that of your children. Henceforth, Carne Village will be under my full protections."

Tiberius stopped short of rejoining the crowd.

Before them, the Saviour of Carne stood tall, they looked upon him with admiration. To hear such a declaration stirred feelings of relief and joy within them. With a tremendous outcry, the villagers broke into a cheering chorus.

As he looked over the faces of the villagers could see it. Almost like a physical transformation had taken place. It was like a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders.

The Dragonoid directed his gaze to the aged leader. The old man too shared in the change, but he seemed flummoxed as just how to respond.

"Again, we find ourselves indebted to you, Sir…" Chief Wyllam shook his head, "Lord Tiberius."

"You owe me nothing. Now I must take my leave."

"You're leaving?"

"No, I have business to discuss with the young lady and her family first."

The chief nodded understanding. His own thoughts turning to the girl that had mentioned before. Enri Emmott, yes he knew of her and her family. She was a fine youngster, always helpful, and a hard worker too.

Chief Wyllam turned, his eyes looking over the faces of the people around him. He made a mental note to speak with her at a later point and thank her for this great boon she had bestowed upon them all.

Moving away from the chief, Tiberius then approached the Guardian Overseer.

"Yuliana, I would like for you to keep an eye upon the brothers for me."

The armoured female tilted her head, "As to what should I be watching for, my lord?"

Tiberius cast his gaze towards the Werewolf siblings, "Things appear to be going well for now. However, given Remus' preoccupation with competition, he may attempt to goad his brother on. I don't wish for them to break into another squabble."

"I understand, sire. Then I take it that you will be going to pay a visit to the aforementioned family."

"Indeed," the Dragonoid shifted, "Should things here finish early, come and find me."

Yuliana bowed to her master before watching as he strode away. His path taking him through the throngs of still cheering villagers who parted before him.

o – o – o – o

Enri stood leaning over the dining table gathering the soiled tableware as her mother stood in the kitchenette. Not far off, her younger sister moved about sweeping the floor. While her father remained seated at the head of the table.

Liam paid little attention to the work going on around him and instead focused on the project in his hands.

In one hand he held a short section of an oak branch several inches in length and two inches thick. Held in the other a small knife with an odd hook-shaped bend at the end of the blade.

Skillfully Liam drew the knife along the length of the piece of wood. Each time he removed only a thin layer of bark to reveal the tender wood beneath. The shavings fell away and began to pile up around his feet. This was all much to the annoyance of a certain young girl who with a broom in hand cleaned up the growing mess.

"Daddy, can't you do that outside?" Nemu groaned.

The girl's father smiled, "Now, Nemu. If I did that then there would be nothing for you to sweep, now would there."

The young girl huffed and returned to her chores.

The older sibling shared a light chuckle with her father. With plates in hand, Enri turned to carry them to where her mother stood waiting.

As per usual, after the morning meal, Sofina stood over the washbasin her hands submerged in the water. Beneath the surface she busied her hands scrubbing away at the dirty dishes. There was a clatter as her daughter set her cargo down on the countertop.

"Thank you, Enri," the mother turned to smile at her daughter.

"No problem, mom. Can I give you hand with anything else?"

"No dear, things are well in hand."

Enri turned, her attention focusing on her little sister. The young girl was happily humming a song as she moved. To see her sibling in such a mood did well for Enri's heart. It was a feeling she was sure that her parents too shared.

It had been hard in the days following the attack.

Her father had spent the entire night in his chair just staring at the bolted door. He had taken her mother's cleaver from its resting spot in the draw and kept it on the table before him.

That night had been the longest in Enri's life. She had taken to bed but sleep did not come to her. Instead, she lay in bed her soft brown eyes staring at the ceiling above. Occasionally her gaze would drift about the room illuminated by the low flame of the oil lamp.

The teenager's search for sleep was abruptly ended by the frantic sounds of her sister.

The events of the day had left their mark on Nemu, proven by the noises of her fitful slumber. At one point the young girl had awoken with a cry, fresh tears leaving streaks down her cheeks.

Promptly Enri had lept from her bed and rushed to her sister's side.

Nemu had quickly latched onto her with a vice-like grip. Holding her tight, Enri set to the task of soothing her troubled mind. It wasn't long before the door was quickly thrust open and their parents entered the room.

Sofina in her nightgown with a lantern in hand, her eyes wide with fear. Behind her was their father and in his hand, Liam carried the cleaver at the ready as his eyes scanned the room for any threat to his children.

Finding nothing the two made their way into the room and joined their daughter in comforting the youngest. Together the family had spent the rest of the night awake.

The following morning her father had escorted her to fetch the water for the day. As he had for every day since. It had certainly made the chore pass much quicker with his help. But Enri had noticed it, the entire way Liam had kept her close and his sharp eyes always watching their surroundings. At home, Sofina had refused to let Nemu out of her sight. Going so far as to not let the young girl leave the house for the whole day.

By the third day, Nemu's nightmares had seemed to subside and she was able to sleep soundly. Although Enri had noticed her father continued to stay up longer in the night. And though her mother had relaxed in her restrictions, allowing Nemu to venture outside to play.

Nemu did still play with the other kids of the village it was always under someone's supervision. Enri was sure that her mother and father had noticed it too. The young girl had changed, she seemed to no longer possess the same rebellious streak. Now she completed her chores before playing and was more willing to ask if she could help out around the house. Her mother had jokingly said perhaps Nemu was finally maturing. But they knew the real reason why.

As for Enri, she hadn't gone unaffected by the recent events.

She too had noticed herself paying more attention to her surroundings when out and about the village. Or how she was affected by certain things. She could remember how the cry of a lamb had sent her heart racing.

Though counted herself lucky she had woken up screaming or crying like her sister. Her slumber was no less plagued by nightmares. Often she would awaken to find herself tangled in her sheets and damp with sweat.

Standing in the kitchen, Enri absentmindedly reached to the small pocket on the inside of the light overshirt she wore. Within she felt the comforting form of the magic scroll tucked away out of sight.

She carried the scroll with her at all times during the day and at night she kept it close at hand under her pillow. Enri knew it was out of fear that she did so. Yet its presence and the promise that it symbolized kept that fear at bay.

"Enri…"

Her father's voice brought the teen back to reality.

"Umm, what?"

"I said would you hand me that knife," his outstretched hand pointing to another even smaller knife on the far end of the table.

"Oh, sure dad."

Plucking the knife from its resting place, Enri crossed the room to deposit the item into Liam's waiting hand.

"Thank you."

The teen smiled.

She stood close by and watched as he worked on the wooden blank. Steadily his hands maneuvered the piece of wood. As the excess material was removed the final shape of the smoking pipe began to emerge.

The teen liked watching him work. It was a relaxing thing, a normal thing that served to anchor their lives in the tranquility of the undisturbed past.

"Do you hear that?"

The family matriarch stared out the window. Sofina's hands sat idle in the washtub, her mind preoccupied with the sounds from outside.

At her urging the rest of the family now stopped and listened.

Liam looked up from the pipe-in-progress, "Sounds like the watchtower bell."

"Is it bad?" the youngest daughter asked, her small hands gripping the broom handle harder.

Subconsciously at her sister's statement, Enri's hand sought out the comfort of the hidden scroll.

"Aw, Nemu. Come here," the girl's father set aside his work and patted his lap.

Without hesitation the child let go of the broom, letting it clatter to the floor, and ran to her father. The man placed his hands under his daughter's arms, plucking her up and setting her astride his lap.

"It's alright," he spoke softly, "No, it's not anything bad. Listen to the ringing."

Nemu sat, craning her head to hear better.

The dull drone of the watchtower bell could be heard. The rhythm was slow, almost languished with a gap between each ring.

Gently Liam rubbed his child's back as she lay against him. "If it was something bad then the lookouts would be ringing it much faster."

Sofina wiped the water from her hands with her apron before letting the cloth fall back into place. Turning the mother approached her husband and daughter.

"What do you think it is then?"

"I don't know, perhaps another wandering trader is on the way."

While her parents busied themselves with talking over possibilities and assuaging Nemu's fears. Enri moved to the window, her hand still clutching at the object in her pocket.

The dull bong of the bell faded allowing the day's peace to return and the family went back to their routine.

However, an interruption came with the knock on the door.

"Wonder who that could be?"

Liam cast his gaze to his wife seated in her rocking chair as if to ask her if she knew the answer. He received only a shrug in response, her blue eyes looking to the door in curiosity.

It seemed whoever was at the door was growing somewhat impatient as another series of knocks sounded and echoed through the home.

"I'll get it."

Leaving her spot overlooking her father's shoulder and moved around the table towards the door. Pulling the peg from its slot, Enri lifted the latch and turned the knob allowing the door to swing open. As the bright sunlight from outside spilled into the dimmer interior, it took a moment for the teen's eyes to adjust.

"Good morning, may I come in?"

Enri froze at the sound of the speaker's voice, her eyes taking in the armoured figure just outside the door.

"Oh, yes of course."

With their eyes fixated on the entryway, the rest of the family watched as the teen moved aside to allow the visitor to enter. As the door was opened fully a figure clad in silver armour stepped over the threshold and into their lives for the second time.

At the sight, Liam hastily rose from his chair. The makeshift smoking pipe and tools left upon the table. By the fireplace, Sofina left the comfort of her rocking chair behind and moved to join her husband in welcoming the familiar individual. However, the most energetic in greeting was the youngest.

Returning to the main room from the back of the house, Nemu was preoccupied with making sure her fresh set of clothes were in order to notice. This changed at the sound of the heavy footsteps. Lifting her head, the young girl looked up at the gleaming armoured figure. Her eyes widened and seemed to light up with childlike glee as a smile spread across her face.

"You're back, you're back!"

The girl's voice carried across the room, nearly as fast as her feet carried her. Nemu's frantic pace, however, was quickly arrested when the hands of her mother found their way to her shoulders.

Clearing his throat the family patriarch stepped forwards.

"Forgive us, we did not know it was you who had arrived. We thought it was another trader passing through. If we had known we would have prepared a welcoming."

Tiberius raised his gauntlet-clad hand to cut off the man's words.

"It is quite fine, it cannot be expected of you to always be on beck and call."

The Dragonoid's helmet swiveled, his gaze flowing over the interior of the home. He was pleased to see the room in a might better shape than the disarray of his previous visit. At the memory, Tiberius shifted and looked to the other male.

"I must apologize, while I am familiar with your daughters. I do not believe I have your name or that of your wife."

The man moved closer to his bride, his arm encircling her shoulders.

"My name is Liam Emmot and this is my wife, Sofina."

The woman performed a half-curtsey.

"Ah, it's always good to have a proper introduction. A pleasure to meet you both." Tiberius looked at the family patriarch, "I trust you are doing well? No lingering pains from your injury?"

"Oh, I am doing quite well. Since you save my life there has been no pain."

"Good, good to hear. And the rest of your family?"

This time it was the man's wife who spoke.

"It was difficult at first and it will take some time yet. But we are learning to cope." A small smile graced her lips.

Tiberius then turned, his gaze falling onto the silent teen. The young lady stood clasping her hands and her eyes cast towards the ground.

"When you opened the door, you looked surprised to see me."

"It's just…"

"You thought I wouldn't be coming back." Tiberius finished the girl's statement, "I must express my regrets for the length of the delay. Your words from that night gave me a lot to think about."

At the reminder of her daughter's sneaking off that night, Sofina narrowed her eyes at the girl. It seemed her aggravation with the incident was something she hadn't gotten over.

"But I gave you my word that I would return and so I have. I have already met with the chief and arrangements have been made to defend the village. However, it is you and your family that has concerned me."

The Dragonoid took several steps to stand by the old oaken table. As his arm disappeared into the depths of the inventory pocket dimension, the act was met with varied responses. The parents and eldest daughter wore looks of surprise while the youngest was thrilled in seeing such a thing.

A moment later his arm was returned to the world and with it came something else. A statue in the form of an armoured knight, its hands clasped atop a tall shield, made of some polished silver metal.

The statue was carefully placed upon the table before the family. Together they approached, collectively their eyes stared at the foot tall figurine curiously.

"What is it?"

Leave it to the youngest to say what was on everyone's mind.

"This is a gift for your protection. The statue is enchanted with the same powerful shielding spell as I cast over the storehouse. To activate it, you need only place your hand on the statue and repeat the words [Shield Wall]. However, this spell can only be used once per day."

Looks of astonishment came over the faces of the family.

"So cool!" Nemu squealed, her arm reaching out to touch the cool metal.

Taking his gaze from the statue, Liam looked to their armoured benefactor.

"How can we accept such a thing. You've done so much for our family already."

"Then take it to protect your family," the Dragonoid stood resolute on the matter, "I have seen the pain of loss in others, even in those I have been close to. And it is something I do not wish to see your family have to experience."

The father went quiet as he considered the other's words. The man's wife moved closer, taking her husband's hand into her own. Meeting her gaze, the two shared a moment of understanding and the decision was made.

"Very well."

Tiberius nodded, "Good, although I realize there are limitations with this solution. Unless you are all gathered here then the statue is all but useless. So I have enlisted a pair of my aides to act as bodyguards for your family."

The mention of this seemed to catch the family off-guard.

"What exactly do you mean, Sir Tiberius?"

"I would assume the intent is simple to understand. Those I have chosen will act as guardians to you all. Your family's wellbeing will be their topmost concern."

Tiberius felt it best to omit the part of the bodyguard's true priority would be wherever his wishes lie and not so much those of the family.

"However, I must inform you that those that have been selected for the task are not like any you are likely to have seen before. By that what I mean is they are not human." The Dragonoid's voice softened becoming one of mirth, "But do not let their appearances put you off. They are quite friendly once you get to know them."

Apprehension settled over the three eldest members of the family. It was rather apparent they too were not above falling into the same preconceptions that seemed so prevalent concerning nonhumans in this world.

"Does it bother you? After all, many who serve me are not humans."

"No."

The eyes of those in the room fell upon the teenage speaker. The girl's parents appeared rather taken aback by Enri's straightforward response. Their eyes scanned over her features, looking for any hint of indecision and finding none.

Behind his helm, the Dragonoid too was surprised by the young lady's response. Yet at the same time, he wasn't.

This girl had demonstrated initiative when she had pleaded with him to save her father. She had shown bravery to ferry herself away from the safety of home in the night to approach him before his departure. To do so after the experience of such a trying day, when many others had retreated to the comforts of home and hearth.

It was admirable.

She seems to be telling the truth and perhaps she is. Then I guess we'll just have to put that to the test.

Tiberius shifted before making his way back to the door.

"I'll give a moment to collect your thoughts. Then if you are willing, join me outside and I shall introduce you to them."

The door shut behind the Dragonoid's departure, latching shut with a click.

Leaving his wife's side, Liam made his way over to the dining table. Reaching out he lifted the miniature knight figurine from its resting spot. He found the lack of weight the statue possessed rather surprising considering the metallic material.

But in truth, it wasn't terribly surprising that someone like that man would have such things at his disposal.

"What are you thinking, honey?"

The family matriarch pressed for her husband's thoughts, her hands still holding her youngest daughter in place.

Instead of answering, Liam replaced the statue on the table before turning around to face his family. His brown eyes flicking between each in turn. His gaze finally settling on his eldest daughter.

"Enri, what do you think we should do?"

"M-me?" the eldest in question stammered.

"Yes, you," Liam replied, placing his hands upon his hips, "After all, you're the one who apparently prompted all this charity."

Enri took a moment to compose herself, "I mean, I guess we don't have much choice about it."

Liam chuckled, "I would say you're probably right about that."

Sofina subconsciously tightened her grip, "But...nonhumans. You've heard the stories of what they're like just as I. Of the things they do."

"I don't think it matters, mom." At her daughter's words, the woman shifted her gaze, "Sir Tiberius saved us, I don't think he would do anything to put us in danger. Besides if they serve him then they couldn't possibly be bad."

"But…"

"Come on, mom, we can't keep him waiting forever."

"Yeah, let's go, mom," Nemu's cheery tones echoed across the room as she made for the door.

Again, Sofina attempted to form some sort of argument. However, this proved to be a futile effort as each thought was quickly countered. With a sigh of resignation, Sofina moved to join her husband and their children at the door.

Nemu was the first to exit the humble abode, she was followed closely by the older sibling. Behind them, striding hand in hand were the husband and wife. Their movements were slow, tentative as the family stayed close to one another, not venturing too far from their house.

Not far from the home, the armoured Dragonoid stood waiting. His armour shining bright under the light of the afternoon sun. Passed him a small crowd, people who had no doubt followed him.

"Are you ready?"

The family exchanged glances before nodding.

Tiberius returned the gesture, "It's time, show yourselves."

What happened next was like the drawing of a curtain.

The air near the armoured figure rippled and bent, forming neat pleats of obfuscation. These folds in reality shifted and fell away as the source behind this effect was soon revealed. With a flurry of motion, the beings responsible threw back a heavy cloak and stood waiting.

There were two creatures, each one seemed to be hunching over ever so slightly. Had they had reared back and stood to their full height, it would likely have put them a half a header tall than six feet. Their bodies were lithe yet robust with limbs covered in layers of sinewy muscle. Though the majority of the body was hidden from sight by their clothing what flesh was exposed possessed a dark blue-grey hue.

A rather unique feature that these creatures possessed was an additional pair of arms. These arms were positioned more in line with a set of wings, jutting from the area of the shoulder blades. Although these ancillary limbs were a third shorter than their primary counterparts. They were no less brawny in appearance.

Each of their hands was equipped with a thumb and three fingers. The digits were capped by a thick talon firmly rooted in their odd coloured flesh. The claws looked strong enough to tear flesh with ease and sunder metal armour like paper. Down below, the being's feet appeared roughly human-like in overall shape. But with only three thick, yet surprisingly flexible toes. Those toes shared the same strong claws. Behind them, from underneath the layers of their ratty cloaks, a lengthy and lithe tail rested on the ground. The tail was probably close being three-quarters of their height.

The creature's heads were obscured beneath the helmets they wore. However, these were no mere helm of steel or hide, they were crafted of bone. Masks that were fashioned from the skulls of some fearsome beast.

Yet to set them apart, each had seemingly taken their accessory from a different animal.

The being on the left wore a distinct helm made from the skull of an interesting beast. The animal from whence it came had a mix of reptilian and canine traits. The overall head shape was wolf-like with its lengthy and broad snout and tale-tell canine teeth. Yet there were oddities. The top of the snout had a strange wave-like pattern in the bone. It looked much like armoured scales. Then there was the small horn at the tip of the muzzle. Atop the skull another set of curled ram-like horns. It was from the empty sockets, a pair of blue-green eyes stared out.

The creature on the right bore a different skull helm upon its head. This skull appeared almost horse-like. Broad and elongated with narrow slit-like nostrils. But where the typical flat horse teeth should, instead this animal had a row of sharp fangs. The area above the eye sockets was raised into a prominent set of ridges. The valley between these thick crests of bone divided the helm neatly down the middle. This one gazed out upon the world with a pair of yellow-green eyes.

Their vestments were simple yet no less intimidating to behold.

Wound around their feet were simple wraps made from strips of aged leather to protect the soles. But it left their heels and toes free. Covering the legs were form-fitting trousers of some kind of heavy dark fabric. Upon their torso, each wore a baggy shirt, one of maroon and the other of midnight blue, with billowy sleeves. It was a shirt that looked more befitting of a noble than some fierce creature. Fingerless gloves protected their hands, both sets of them. Around their necks a scarf of tattered cloth with a gold spiral pattern. Over their clothes, they were blanketed in several layers of cloaks. The outer layer was made of fur while black feathers ringed the collar.

Like the helmets, the rest of their armour was equally makeshift and macabre. A ramshackle collection of bones and metal.

Over the shirt, their body was gird in the bleached ribcage of some other beast. Numerous cracks had been repaired with small metal plates like band-aids. Upon their forearms vambraces of leather bands covered with a number of long bones, and the same thing was worn on their shins. Their knee pads were blackened metal taken a suit of plate armour.

Each of these creatures also carried an array of weapons.

Slotted in a banded holster on their outer thighs were a set of throwing daggers. On from their belts was a collection of larger blades. Their handles are carved from horn into a variety of ornate totems. Upon their lower backs, jutting out from the tattered cloth were the handles for the twin pair of curved cleaver-like short swords.

Within YGGDRASIL these beings were known as Astral Hunters.

According to the lore provided by the game developers, Astral Hunters were a fearsome race of nomadic creatures. They wandered freely between the Nine Realms of YGGDRASIL in the pursuit of worthy prey. Collectively they lived for the hunt and believed that it was only through the hunt that one could ascend and grow. With the completion of the hunt, the hunter would claim a trophy from its chosen prey to make the prey's prowess their own.

An interesting side note was that they were said to possess an empathic connection to one another. Of course, in YGGDRASIL this was done through a simple subroutine in the A.I that governed them.

Yet it seemed that here in the New World, this link between them had been made manifest.

In YGGDRASIL they were categorized as summonable mercenary NPCs. But only if the player was of a high enough level.

Astral Hunters possessed job-classes of rangers and assassin archetypes. As such one of the main uses players had for Astral Hunters was when it came to tracking the rare beasts to farm for their crafting mats. This by extension meant that they performed well at tracking other players too.

Astral Hunters were also on the mid-high tier monster list which placed them around the same levels as the members of The Valkyries.

It was for this combination of strength and versatility that Tiberius had selected them. However, it was not the main reason for their selection. The real reason the Dragonoid had settled on them to serve as bodyguards.

The truth was that Astral Hunters were one of Tiberius' favorite monsters in YGGDRASIL.

The collective gaze of the gathered humans remained locked upon the pair of intimidating looking nonhumans.

Some of the villagers had expressions of fear and concern. Others even wore looks of revulsion. But overall the majority had looks of various levels of apprehension. However, there was one amongst the humans who wore a different guise.

Wonder and unbridled excitement graced the features of a certain young girl.

Before Sofina could stop the child, Nemus left her parent's side and rushed forwards with a giddy smile on her lips.

"Wait, Nemu!"

The girl paid no heed to her parents and continued onward until she came to stand mere feet from the pair of creatures.

"Oh so cool!"

Tiberius heard the girl's trademark expression of excitement being repeated over and over. It brought a small girn to the Dragonoid.

Then from Nemu's lips, a veritable avalanche of questions was ushered forth to bombard the two before her.

"So what are you guys called? Do you even have names? How did you get to work for him? Can I work for him too? Where are you from? What do you look like under those masks? Where did you get those masks? Could I get one too?"

Under the little girl's barrage, the pair of Astral Hunters could only stare at the child with bewilderment.

Luckily for them, before Nemu could continue with her verbal onslaught she was interrupted by the arrival of another.

"Nemu, at least give them a chance to answer you first."

At her sister's admonishment, the younger sibling groaned and pouted in a scene reminiscent of the Dragonoid's first meeting with the pair.

Stepping beside her sister, Enri looked over the Astral Hunters.

"Uh, nice to meet you," the Hunter's remained impassive, "I'm Enri and this is Nemu. Umm, do you two have names?"

The bone-clad beings tilted their heads in a bird-like manner before shaking their heads.

"So then what do you call each other?"

"Hunter."

The pair responded in unison, their voices akin to a low growl with a slight raspy sound. It was sound that caught the teen off-guard causing her to flinch.

"Oh."

"Hey! No fair they answer you but not me!" the younger girl scowled and stamped her foot in her tantrum. Nemu glared up at her sister for a moment before looked away, her features softening. "Can you take off your masks?"

This time it was the Astral Hunter's turn to be taken by surprise. At Nemu's question, the pair looked to each other for a brief moment then turned to their master.

Tiberius nodded his approval.

With near-simultaneous movements, the two reached up and unfastened the few straps that held the skull helmets upon their heads. Then no longer secured, the Astral Hunter's hands gripped the bone masks and slid them from their heads.

Now without the helms obstructing, the gathered crowd were afforded a proper look at their features.

By and large, their heads bore a resemblance to some crossbreed of avian and reptile. The overall shape was similar to that of a bird of prey such as a hawk or eagle but more elongated. Alike a vulture, the head lacked in any feathery coverings. Instead, was the dark blue-grey flesh. Upon their snout, there were turquoise highlights that appeared more like warpaint.

Overlapping reptilian scales encircled the eyes, with broader and more spine-like scales near an inch tall upon the brows. These thick scales continued were smattered along the sides and back of the head. Upon the slope of the forehead was a trail of fine white hairs that formed a mohawk that swept back of the head and down the back of the neck.

Running along the length of their triangular jaws were numerous interlocking teeth. This snaggle-toothed appearance was much like a crocodile. Curiously at the end of the snout was a beak like that of an eagle, but only on the upper jaw. However, this beak did not seem to be necessarily affixed to the bone of their skull as it flexed freely with the movement of their jaws.

At the reveal of their unique appearances, some of the villagers audibly gasped. While others may have been unnerved this was lost on the young girl. Instead, she stared up at the Astral Hunters with wide-eyed fascination.

"Wow, you guys are kinda scary looking."

Enri too appeared to lack any modicum of fear as she stood before the Astral Hunters. Her brown eyes roamed over the facets of their appearance taking it all in. Yet her brow was knitted in concentration.

"Is something bothering you, Enri?"

It seemed the girl hadn't heard him as she continued to stare. It was only when the teen's younger sibling pulled on her hand was she brought out of her thoughts.

"Oh, sorry. It's nothing really."

"What is it?"

"Well, it's just I was thinking of about their names. Or lack thereof. I mean they could use something other than just a title."

The Dragonoid was curious, his gaze drifting between the teen and the Astral Hunters.

"I see your point. Just what would have in mind?"

Enri cupped her chin as she gave the matter some thought.

"Well since they're used to referring to each other as Hunter. Then about picking a name that means something like it?"

She paused, her soft brown eyes shifting between the two avian-reptile hybrids. Within her head, the teen began to run through all the names that she knew of looking for any that would suit her purposes.

Finally, her gaze settled upon the hunter on the right. The one with the maroon shirt and the blue-green eyes.

"How about we call you, Jaeger?" Enri turned to the second, "And you can be…"

"Chase!"

Tiberius and Enri inclined their heads, their eyes falling to the beaming face of little Nemu.

"What? Why did you say that?"

"It's simple, hunters chase things. So I picked Chase."

Nemu's words and tone reflected the pride and satisfaction she felt with her choice.

The Dragonoid chuckled while Enri rolled her eyes.

The Astral Hunters shifted, looking to one another, and conversed in an odd language. It was a unique mixture of low snake-like hisses, bird-like squawks, and deep growls. Their discussion ended the two turned back to the teen before them.

It was the one now known as Jaeger who spoke, "We find these names suitable and accept."

The answer brought a smile to both the girls.

From their place just outside their home's entrance, the two girl's parents gazed on.

While their father appeared less flustered by the scene playing out. He nonetheless watched it closely. To his side, his wife, on the other hand, continued to showcase her stress levels rather visibly. Her jaw was pulled tight while she fidgeted with her hands as if not knowing what to do with them. A status not lost upon her husband.

"Dear, are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Sofina responded a bit too quickly, "Why do you ask?"

"This," Liam reached out taking her fidgeting hands into his own, his brown eyes locked with her blue orbs. "This is why I am asking. We've known each other since we were kids. You can't fool me."

The woman's face relaxed, losing much of its former tension. But her eyes still shifted nervously between her husband and their children.

"It's just… Do you really think it's safe? They look so…wild."

Her husband chuckled softly, "I agree. If he meant to put us at ease he didn't do us any favours there." Liam turned to watch his daughters, "But look."

It was a redundant statement as Sofina's eyes had not left their children.

Nemu stood with Enri at her side, the smaller girl seemed to be giggling and talking with the two creatures. Even Enri looked to be in good spirits as she too carried on a conversation with the pair and their armour-clad master.

"I don't believe, he would intentionally place our children in danger. Besides, it's good to see Nemu this excited over something again."

"Yeah," the girl's mother shared her husband's smile. "So you think it's safe?"

"Only one way to find out for certain."

Liam stepped out ahead before pivoting, his hand held outstretched awaiting his wife to take the offered appendage. After a moment's hesitation, Sofina extended her own arm to meet Liam and then hand in hand to the two set out to join their children.

o – o – o – o

The afternoon sun had completed half its sojourn across the sky.

Tiberius had been too engrossed in watching the family of four interact with their new guardians to take notice of the passage of time. The Dragonoid wanted to make sure that these summoned monsters would fair well with the humans he had placed in their charge.

To that end, things appeared to be proceeding smoothly.

The youngest continued to be fascinated by the Astral Hunters. Once she had freed herself from her elder sister's grasp, Nemu had begun a closer inspection. She had wandered right up to the fierce-looking creatures and circled them. Her bright eyes roaming over them as they studied her in turn. And as before Nemu was all too eager to resume her inquisition of the pair.

Enri remained as she was, merely watching her sister with a pleasant smile upon her face. Occasionally, the big sister would have to remind her sibling not to bother their new acquaintances too much. After all, there would be plenty of time to get to know each other.

When Liam and Sofina had made their way over, there was a palpable tension. While the man had greeted the alien duo, learning of the names his children had provided the pair.

His blonde-haired wife was more nervous about the meeting.

Sofina's body language spoke volumes to those who could read it. Her posture was stiff as if she didn't know whether to be ready to fight or turn tail and run. Her eyes constantly darted between her youngest daughter and the many weapons that adorned the cloaked creatures.

When Nemu had reached out, her small hand grasping the far larger clawed hand belonging to the one with a dark azure shirt. Sofina's heart raced, she wanted to call out to her daughter. To rush forwards and pull her child away. Yet she hadn't.

Instead, she watched as the creature gently lifted the laughing child from the ground. It held her aloft as she dangled from its hand and merely sniffed the girl before allowing her feet to return to the earth.

Perhaps her husband and daughter had been right after all.

Her clear blue eyes turned to the armoured figure who stood like a silent sentinel. The one who had saved her family. As she looked at him, Sofina felt safe. He seemed to exude a sense of awe and power that set her at ease. This dominance was something that she took comfort in. Knowing that this person, for whatever reason had protected them and had the power to do so again.

The Dragonoid was mildly oblivious to all this. His thoughts dwelt on another matter. Something that had only recently crept up.

Watching the older girl, Tiberius had to admit she was rather enchanting to be around. Perhaps it was just her physical beauty, or maybe it was the radiant personality Enri possessed. Either way, being in her presence was something the Dragonoid found quite comforting.

This, however, seemed to stir something within Tiberius.

Somewhere within himself, a part of him longed to reach out and take this girl. To possess her and guard her like one would a rare treasure. To revel in this pleasant feeling she brought to him. And he would crush any who would stand in his way.

But this sudden urge unsettled the Dragonoid. It reminded him of odd stirrings he had experienced since his arrival in this world. It seemed that there was more to this new existence than he had previously thought.

Luckily, it was Yuliana's arrival that provided the distraction he needed to shelve the topic for later.

The Guardian Overseer paid little attention as the crowd of villagers parted before her passing. In fact, Tiberius felt that should someone not move quick enough then Yuliana would have simply trod over them without so much as a second thought.

"My lord," the female guardian bowed, "As per instructions the brothers have completed their assignment."

"Were there any complications?"

Yuliana shook her head, her high-spirited tone showcased she was pleased with the pair. "There were none, sire."

"Then let us see just what they have accomplished."

The Dragonoid excused himself from the gathering and with the Guardian Overseer in tow, set off to where he last left the Werewolf brothers.

Following behind the pair were the human villagers, eager to see this work for themselves.

This march of humanity also included the Emmot family and their two nonhuman bodyguards.

o – o – o – o

The freshly built wall stood tall, the log foundations secured firmly within the earth below. The twin solid oak doors of the gate stood slightly ajar and waiting before them were the brothers, Romulus and Remus.

To the Dragonoid, it seemed the entirety of the village had turned out to see this.

"Get a look of that would ya."

"I must say this is quite a feat," a middle-aged man spoke, "I bet this thing could hold back an ogre."

"Yeah, I'll say," another agreed.

"I can't believe they finished this in a day."

Leaving the gawking villagers, Tiberius approached the wolf born twins. Standing before the pair, he surveyed their handiwork with a slow turn of his head.

"I must congratulate you two. You've done quite well."

Romulus held his hand across his heart before bowing, "Thank you, my lord."

Even Remus took a humble approach and followed his brother's example, "Thank you, sir."

"I am also quite pleased to see that you didn't allow any personal grievances to interfere."

The brothers looked surprised to hear their master suggest such a thing.

"You said it yourself, master. We're brothers and we'll have our fights," Remus turned gesturing between himself and Romulus, "But we could never let our little spats get in the way of carrying out your orders."

"Indeed, Lord Tiberius. My brother is quite correct on that subject. We are but extensions of your will. As such only your desires hold any sway over us."

The Dragonoid was unable to resist a shake of his head at the Werewolf's words. Hearing the NPCs of Tyrnaust continue to speak of themselves in such terms still bothered him.

"No, Romulus, you're wrong." Tiberius moved closer, "Just as I have told the others, you are so much more than that. You all are each unique, an individual. I know WhiteGnoll wouldn't want you to think so lowly of yourself."

The spectacled Werewolf's expression sank, his fluffy ears laying flat.

"Forgive me, Lord Tiberius. I meant no disrespect to you or master WhiteGnoll."

"Be at ease, there is no offense. Just keep my words in mind."

"I shall strive to do so."

"I will too."

Tiberius nodded in approval, "Very good."

Departing from the brothers, the Dragonoid now sought to speak with the Guardian Overseer.

Yuliana stood at a fair distance from the trio, yet she remained well within earshot should the master summon her.

From behind the mask of her helmet, her eyes alternated between scanning over the human crowd –still rather distrustful- and watching her master as he conversed with the Werewolf brothers. As she listened to the words he shared with the pair, Yuliana was again reminded of how blessed the residents of Tyrnaust were.

To have a being of such magnitude as the Supreme One of the Creators, for him to have remained at their sides while the others had been lost to them. Then to show such warmth to them on so many occasions.

Yuliana would imprint these moments upon her soul so that they may never be forgotten.

"Yuliana, contact Mathias and have him open a [Gate], our business here is finished."

"Of course."

"If you wish, you may go on ahead with the others. There only a couple of things I have left to do."

The female guardian shook her head, "I would prefer to remain at your side. And I am certain Romulus and Remus share this desire."

"Very well."

A moment passed before the black portal materialized. With surprising fanfare, the Stone Golems marched through its rippling surface.

The brothers had taken to standing with Yuliana, closer to the crowd. While the more reserved of the two appeared somewhat uncomfortable being around so many. Remus, however, rather surprisingly seemed to be enjoying himself. Or maybe it was just the attention he was garnering from the human audience.

"I take it you will be leaving us now?"

"Indeed, Chief Wyllam. The Blade Golems have been instructed to obey the commands of the village chief. So you may move them about as needed. I would suggest having them stationed at the gates." The Dragonoid's eyes shifted behind the ruby lenses of his helmet, "But you needn't worry your village will be well protected

The older man smiled, "Of that, I have no doubts. Again, on behalf of everyone, thank you."

The village chief bowed deep to the armoured figure. This gesture was quickly adopted by all the gathered villagers. All paid homage to their protector and saviour.

"Also I will be sending another of my subordinates to check on you all. Should you require anything you may speak with them and they will inform me."

A nod of understanding was shared.

Turning Tiberius now approached the group of four humans plus two Astral Hunters. The Emmot family and their intimidating guardians stood to the side of the gathering. Their companions had little doubt to do with this isolation.

"Do you really have to go?" Nemu's saddened voice carried through the air.

"Yes, I'm afraid so," the Dragonoid regarded the young girl, "But I will visit when I have time."

This suggestion wiped away the girl's frown as she now eagerly awaited his next visit. Once again, Tiberius felt the stirring within him as his eyes fell upon the older sister.

"Do you still have the scroll?"

"Yes," Enri answered with enthusiasm.

Her hand immediately retrieving the scroll from the hidden pocket in her overshirt. Enri's outstretched arm presented the still sealed roll of parchment as if to return it to its rightful owner.

"Very good," Tiberius held up his hand to decline the offer. "Remember what I said if you should ever need me. You need only use that scroll and I will come."

The blonde-haired teen nodded before replacing the scroll within her clothing.

The girl's father stepped closer, "I want to say thank you for the kindness you have bestowed upon my family."

"Look after them."

The man nodded curtly before stepping back and draping his arm about his wife's shoulders.

Tiberius turned to Astral Hunters, the pair stood just behind the family.

"Jaeger, Chase. I entrust their safety to you."

The repto-birds knelt, their heads lowered, "We understand and shall not fail you, Lord Tiberius."

It seemed the harsh gravelly tone of their voices still brought some discomfort to three members of the family. Nemu, however, remained unfazed by the sound. Instead, her smile only seemed to widen.

It made Tiberius wonder just what ideas were going through this child's mind.

I bet she's thinking of what kinds of trouble she can get into now.

Finally, the armoured Dragonoid pivoted and made his way towards the shimmering portal. He paused only briefly to bid farewell to the village of Carne before stepping through.

o – o – o – o

In an instant, the familiar ambiances of the Pinnacle of Tyrnaust materialized around the Dragonoid. The white marble of the balcony stretched out before him and beyond that the towering structure of the Rotunda.

"Welcome home, my lord" the celebratory chorus rang out. It was the same greeting he received after every venture.

"Indeed, welcome back, sire."

The armoured Dragonoid removed his wolf helmet –returning it to the inventory pocket dimension- and nodded in acknowledgment, "Thank you all." His eyes drifted over the structures of the Pinnacle, "It's always good to be back."

"Yeah, you got that right."

The older Werewolf's statement earned him a sharp jab in the ribs. This in turn earned his sibling a sharp stare. However, Romulus seemed none bothered by this and simply cleared his throat in a coded message. It was a message that took Remus a moment to understand.

"Oh! Umm, my lord."

Romulus sighed and shook his head at his brother's antics. Putting it aside, the Werewolf lifted his eyes to his master.

"Do you require anything else of us, my liege?"

"No, Romulus," Tiberius turned to the pair, "You and your brother are free to do as you wish. Again, I wish to congratulate you two on a job well done."

The siblings shared an almost childlike smile, their wolven ears held erect atop their head. Looking at them, Tiberius swore that had the duo possessed tails to go with those ears then they would be wagging a mile-a-minute.

The two bowed, turned, and departed for their home on the third floor.

"Lord Tiberius," Nido's low tones arose, "Naagoth has sent word that he believes the prisoners are ready for questioning."

Hearing the news gave Tiberius a moment's pause, in busying himself with a matter of Carne Village it seemed he'd outright forgotten about the prisoners.

"Ah,"

The Dragonoid pivoted to face the Chief Attendant. In doing so he caught sight of a figure standing upon the balcony. The individual stood near the edge looking out towards the horizon.

This normally would be something he would notice but not pay much attention to. However, it was the addition of wings and a tail that changed his focus.

"Very well, inform Naagoth I will arrive shortly."

"As you command."

Before anyone else could interrupt, the Dragonoid began to more. His path leading directly to the individual waiting on the balcony.

"Yuvonkiir."

The dragon turned and upon seeing his master fell to his knees without hesitation.

"Creator, forgive me for not welcoming you with the others. I became distracted. It won't happen again."

The Dragonoid continued forwards to take a position alongside the kneeling Vault Guardian.

"Rise, Yuvonkiir. It's quite alright."

With a sheepish downcast gaze, the dragon rose to stand beside his creator.

"Is everything okay?" the Dragonoid asked noticing the dragon's expression.

"It is nothing to be concerned about, it's just your that appearance is…"

"You don't like my human form?"

Yuvonkiir shook his head frantically.

"No, no, it's just I have never seen it before that's all, I swear it."

The human form Dragonoid chuckled. Then with a smile activated the transformative magic and reverted to his customary reptilian form. His armour growing and expanding to fit his larger more bestial body.

This return to the appearance that the dragon was familiar with seemed to put Yuvonkiir more at ease.

"So now, how are you finding things outside of the Grand Treasury? The others treating you well?"

"Yes, those I have encountered in my wanderings have been most friendly and welcoming. Things out here are…strange."

Tiberius quirked his eyebrow, "Strange, how so?"

"I find it feeling crowded and," Yuvokiir's golden eyes shifted to the horizon, "And rather large. But I am adjusting."

Tiberius turned his gaze focusing into the distance. However, before the Dragonoid could say anything Yuvonkiir spoke.

"Creator, if I may I would like to return to the Grand Treasury."

Tiberius nodded, understanding the meaning behind the request. After all, this was all a new experience for the dragon and it would take time to get used to it.

"Of course you may, Yuvonkiir. I understand."

The Dragon bowed, "I thank you, my Creator."

Turning the bipedal dragon set out on his journey back to his domain within the Grand Treasury.

"Yuvonkiir," Tiberius called out causing the dragon to turn back around, "Remember that should you need anything you need only to ask it of me."

Yuvonkiir nodded in gratitude before continuing onwards.

Watching him go, Tiberius sighed. His thoughts turning to the circumstances of his living conditions.

Poor guy, it's no wonder why he's unnerved about being outside. I guess after spending all that time in there he'd be used to it. Maybe I should've put some other NPCs in the vault to keep him company.

Tiberius shook his head.

It might take him a while, but all I can do is encourage him.

The Dragonoid took a final look at the forest stretching out before the mountain. Its greenery was illuminated by the red-orange of the late afternoon sun.

Pivoting on his heel, Tiberius nearly jumped in surprise when he came face to face with the Guardian Overseer.

Yuliana stood roughly a foot or so from him, still garbed in her armour but like him lacked the helmet. On her face, the female guardian wore her usual graceful smile as gazed up at him.

"Oh, Yuliana. Is something on your mind?"

"No," though the glimmer in her eye told otherwise.

"Well then, uh, would you care to join me in interrogating the prisoner?"

"As you wish."

Tiberius again regarded the female guardian before him. Then together the two made their way to the stairwell at the center of the Pinnacle courtyard.

o – o – o – o

The Fifth Floor of Tyrnaust, or better known as The Abyss.

This was a floor designed to resemble the traditional view of the infernal realm of the underworld. Here rivers of molten lava flow through channels in char blackened earth. Geysers spew clouds of sulfurous gases and gouts of green hellfire spring forth from cracks in the ground. Skeletal trees littered the harsh landscape. Their trunks twisted and limbs gnarled, covered in countless poison dripping thorns. In place of leaves, there were but dancing flames.

The level was ringed in jagged cliff faces and sheer bluffs. From these high places, POPs of winged devils and demons lurked. Ever ready to launch forth and carry out their attacks upon unsuspecting intruders. While larger more monstrous creatures patrolled the wastes in their hunt for prey.

The skybox overhead was a turbulent mass of thick jet black clouds. From this swirling maelstrom came crimson bolts of lightning, a strike from which would cause damage and bestow the burn and shock debuffs. While washes of acid rain damaged armour and weapons, wearing down their durability.

On this floor, there were two major landmarks.

The most important of these was The Iron Citadel.

A monolithic citadel made of black iron and etched with motifs of hellish punishments. Ornate faces of the wailing damned covered the exterior walls. While horrendous gargoyles and other monstrosities sat perched atop the cold walls and in darkened corners.

Inside the environment was cold and silent, a contrast to the oppressively hot and scream-filled air outside. Petrified statues of the floors victims stood, serving as macabre decorations. Some were stacked upon each other in place of pillars used to support the ceilings. All were posed in grotesque spectacles of pain and torment.

This foreboding place was the residence of the Fifth Floor Guardian, Koraboros.

Should any intruders make it this far into Tyrnaust they must first defeat him and his subordinates within the citadel.

The second location was less important, it was The Tartarus Pits.

The Tartarus Pits were located toward the southern edge of the fifth floor. Its design was reminiscent of an inverted pyramid tunneling down into the earth. The interior of the pyramid was divided into several layers. As one progressed through the different levels, the degree of punishment grew more intense.

The worst was the final level. Here the cells were designed with absolute sensory deprivation. The inside of each chamber was enchanted with magics that nullify all sensory stimuli. This meant there was no sense of sight, smell, touch, taste, or thermoception (heat-sense). Even gravity was done away with leaving the occupants to float blindly through the darkness. Leaving them with nothing but their own thoughts and the sounds of their hammering hearts for company in the bleak abyss.

This place served as the guild's prison. The Tartarus Pits were actually a later addition to Tyrnaust. It came into being with the release of one of YGGDRASIL's many expansion packs.

This particular pack added much for custom NPCs and gameplay elements. Namely, it was the addition of creating thralls from NPCs that spawned within the worlds of YGGDRASIL. This required players to have a guild base of proper status. But the process was simple.

Players would traverse the nine worlds and capture an NPC. The NPC would then be brought back to the guild headquarters. There they would be placed within special chambers that would wear down their resistances.

To provide incentives for players to take part in this additional content. The devs saw fit to make it necessary for the quest progression in the expansion pack. But there was also the benefit of being able to gain valuable information from the soon to be thralls. This information ranged from clues to treasure hoards to the locations of dungeons.

So it was that the Sanguine Dragons joined in with the creation of this prison.

It was this floor that Tiberius had a modicum of dislike for. There was something about the chosen aesthetics that he didn't care for. So it was that he set forth at a brisk pace wishing to get to his destination as quickly as possible.

Ahead of the Dragonoid and the female guardian, the twisted gates of Tartarus barred their entry.

Crafted from black iron, the gates were gnarled with odd bends and curves. Along the length of the rods were covered in vicious-looking spikes.

Tiberius shifted, his gaze rising to the carving emblazoned into the stone above the gates. It was a Latin script if memory served, but unfortunately, the Dragonoid was unable to recall just what it meant. All he could remember was it was a famous line taken from the same book which inspired the overall layout of Tyrnaust.

So is there a key or a password?

As if on cue the gates creaked, the black iron rods shuddered and began to move. The low groan the doors emitted was one of torture as if they themselves didn't approve of being forced to move.

Once the gates had fully parted the pair entered.

Waiting not far within the entry was the warden of the Tartarus Pits, Naagoth. His slick lavender coloured skin illuminated by the cool blue light of the mage lights that lined the corridor's walls.

Naagoth performed a deep bow, with exaggerated motions.

"Welcome, Lord Tiberius and Lady Yuliana"

It was strange a thing for Tiberius to hear the creature's voice. It was a feeling reminiscent of that given during the use of the [Message] spell. However, this possessed a subtle undercurrent to it. A barely perceivable warble as if the speaker was underwater.

"Naagoth, I trust you are fairing well?"

"Indeed I am, my lord."

"And the prisoners?"

Though the Dragonoid couldn't see the Brain Eater's mouth behind the forest of tentacles. Tiberius was sure he was smiling when he spoke again.

"The prisoners have faired as well as can be expected. I do believe you will find them quite pliant to your questions. However, before you proceed master. I must inform you of a discovery I have made."

The Mind Flayer's announcement piqued the Dragonoid's interest.

"What have you uncovered?"

Naagoth hesitated, "In the course of my duties I have uncovered an apparent block on the prisoner's mind."

"What do you mean? What sort of block?"

"It appears that access to information is locked to outside sources. Yet I do not believe it would prove limiting to the subject."

Tiberius shifted his gaze to the Guardian Overseer at his side. Her lips were pursed and her brow knitted in thought. It seemed she too was trying to puzzle out the meaning behind this.

"Very well, lead on Naagoth."

Again, the Mind Flayer bowed then turned, his robes fluttering as he levitated above the ground and began to make his way down the hall. The Dragonoid looked to the female guardian once more before following.

Together the trio proceeded deeper into the prison and progressively lower.

Contrary to the interior of the cells. The majority of the Tartarus Pits was as clean and well designed as a modern office building. That is if the office space was designed by someone with a heavy gothic influence and an obsession with vampires.

It wasn't long before the three arrived at their destination. Before them, a metal iris stood as keeper to the chamber and the prisoner within.

Naagoth waved his hand before the door. The iris dilated, opening fully to allow the group's entrance.

Inside the chamber was dimly lit with only a light somewhere high overhead. However, to the three hetromorphs with their dark vision ability, the room may as have been lit by a noonday sun.

The Dragonoid's gaze drifted about the room.

The chamber was ringed with tables carved from the same stone as the walls. Scattered across the surfaces were a wide array of medical equipment. Some were easily identifiable items. Things such as scalpels, forceps, tweezers of various lengths, syringes, and needles. But other things were beyond Tiberius' knowledge.

There was something that looked like a mechanical spider made from multiple pairs of fused scissors. Nearby sat a pear-shaped object made of movable blades. Extending up and through the object was an item like a bendy straw with a vicious looking set of claws at its tip.

This room had all the trimmings of a proper torture chamber. No doubt any one of these instruments could be used to pull confessions from a person.

At the center of the room, there was a pedestal with a pivoting metal table. Strapped to the table was the form of the human prisoner. His clothing was disheveled yet otherwise in order. There was no apparent damage done to him that would indicate him being tortured.

"He is alive?"

"Yes, he is only unconscious," Naagoth gestures towards the human, "His incessant cries were most… irritating."

"Revive him."

The Mind Flayer nodded, extending his arm he held it stationary over the prisoner for a moment.

The Nigun's body remained still, then a brief tremor passed through his muscles. He trembled and came to life again with a sputtering whimper. His dark eyes were wide and wandered about the room with a bewildered aimless gaze.

His eyes found focus when he saw the two forms standing before him. At the foot of the table, at the boundary of the light was the form that appeared to be female. However, it was the other that garnered his attention.

When his eyes focused upon the cephalopod-like features of Naagoth it brought forth a chilling scream.

In response, the Mind Flayer raised his arm, his spider-like hand performing a pincer-like gesture. The prisoner gasped and wheezed audibly as if choking on something.

"Quiet human. I have listened to enough of your cries this day."

The man's face was turning red with strain when Naagoth lowered his arm again. No longer under the Mind Flayer's influence, the prisoner's body went lax, his breath coming in heavy ragged gasps.

"N-n-no more," the man whimpered.

"Oh, but we must little human. My master wishes to have a dialog with you. Limited as it may be with your mind."

"Y-your master?" the man swallowed hard, his eyes again looking about the room.

However, Tiberius stood at the head of the table, beyond the man's ability to see. A feeling of satisfaction arose within him at the sight of this man's fear.

"Where has all that bluster gone?"

At the sound of the baritone voice, Nigun struggled to move his head. Trying to see just who it was that was speaking.

Could it have been the master the tentacled horror had spoken of?

Heavy clacks echoed in the room, signaling the movement of someone somewhere behind him. Although he couldn't see, Nigun's eyes still moved with the sound. As the sounds moved to the side of the table, the former leader of the Sunlight Scripture strained his eyes trying to pierce the darkness that consumed all beyond the light.

Slowly the darkened silhouette loomed ever large as it drew closer.

The most immediate thing Nigun took note of was this being's height. It easily towered over the other two in the room and its frame was equally robust. Then as this giant of an individual crossed the boundary and stepped into the light all was revealed to his eyes.

The visage of a predatory reptile with horns stared down at him with an intense stare from flame-colored eyes. The light from above glinted off its golden scales while the lips pulled back in an almost sneer to reveal a row of dagger-like teeth.

This creature bore a commanding presence about it that demanded his full attention. Something that was surprisingly easy to give, even with the tentacled monstrosity hovering closeby.

"You had plenty to say when last time we met?"

Nigun was taken aback, "Met?! W-who are you? I've never met such a monster as you!"

There was a sudden crack, strangled gasp followed by a shrill cry of pain.

Tiberius shifted his focus along the length to the table to the cause of this man's screams.

Standing at the end of the metal slab stood the Guardian Overseer. Gone was the gentle smile that she had worn when last he spoke to her. Now upon her face was a dour expression, her eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at the human on the table.

It seemed that at the man's insulting of her master, Yuliana had acted. Striding forwards she had taken the prisoner's left foot in hand and twisted. With a calculated fury, she had moved so fast and so harshly to exceed the limb's ability to rotate, snapping bones like twigs. Now the foot lay with toes pointing in the reverse.

"How dare you utter such affronts towards the highest of the masters! To the being who had shown such mercy to worthless scum. If were not for your perceived value I would see that your existence becomes of one of unending torment!"

In her tirade, the female guardian had never released her hold upon the poor man's foot. Even now Tiberius was partially worried that she may just tear the limb from his body.

Without a word, the Dragonoid moved. Not in haste nor in anger. In the span of a single stride, Tiberius stood at Yuliana's side.

Reaching out he lay his large hands softly upon the Guardian Overseer's own. The gesture seemed to take the female by surprise as she turned to face the Dragonoid.

Yuliana looked at him, almond-shaped eyes widening. This made her eyes appear like pools of jade. Without a thought, she relinquished the prisoner's foot from her grasp. Yet not removing her hands from the touch of her master's scaled flesh.

"Forgive me, Lord Tiberius. I acted without thinking."

"You needn't ask, Yuliana. Though I did not order it, you were none the less acting in accordance with the guild's tenents."

Tiberius closed his eyes for a moment in a slow blink before reciting the creed.

"Guard the honour of thy fellow Knights. And that you have done. As you always do, so you have done nothing wrong." Tiberius shifted his fiery gaze to the broken limb, "Though you might have been a bit forceful."

The Dragonoid looked at the female guardian before him. He could swear he saw the hint of a blush creep across her soft tan complexion.

She nodded softly, finally withdrawing her hands from his touch, and took a step back from the table. The Guardian Overseer returned to her original position.

Turning back, Tiberius looked to the weeping man strapped to the examination table. Tears flowed freely from his eyes, even his nose had begun to ooze as he whimpered like a wounded animal.

"[Heal]"

A soft green glow emanated from the Dragonoid's hand and enveloped the prisoner.

Nigun's mewling cries lessened as the pain of his formerly broken foot ebbed. Once pulverized bone reformed as tendons knitted themselves and the foot reorientated itself to its usual position.

The Dragonoid returned his position at the side of the table.

"Anyway," Nigun could feel the deep rumble of the Dragonoid's voice, "You and I have met before, though at the time you had more men with you at the time and engaged in battle."

Nigun regarded the massive reptile that loomed over him. The former operative searched his memories, for surely if had ever met such a beast he would remember. Was it during the cleansing of the Theocracy's borders of the nonhuman refuse? No, he and his squad had never met anything the likes of this creature. As his dark eyes focused on the great reptile, he was drawn to the gleam of silver.

The armour!

The former captain of the Sunlight Scripture now shifted his gaze to take in the rest of the creature, and not just its head. Memories like a biblical flood came back to him. He knew that armour, he's seen it before on the blasted adventurer who…

Nigun's eyes grew so wide as to appear like soot-blackened saucers.

"I-it's you!"

A predatory grin spread across Tiberius' draconic visage.

"It is good to see your memory return to you," the Dragonoid paused letting the moment sink into the man's consciousness, "Now then, I wish for you to answer some questions of mine."

Sweat drops had begun to form upon the blonde-haired man's forehead. "Yes, yes. I'll tell you anything if you will let me go!"

The smile faded to be replaced by a fearsome snarl. A deep foreboding growl was ushered from the back of the Dragonoid's throat.

"Let you go! Why should I ever do such a thing! Were you willing to let the Warrior-Captain or his men go?! Should I give you the same freedom which you had planned to give a village of innocents?!

No, you are in no position to request anything. So you shall receive nothing but what I deem deserved! You call me a monster, but the only monster here is you."

Tiberius' hand gripped the man's lower jaw, his talons digging into the skin of his temples. Pinpricks of crimson sprouted from the location where the claw tip made contact with the skin.

"Do you understand?"

With his eyes full of fear, Nigun frantically nodded in reply. Or at least as much as the Dragonoid's grasp allowed. Pleased that his meaning had been understood, Tiberius released his hold and withdrew.

"First question: Why did you attack the village?"

"They were bait, a necessary sacrifice, nothing more."

This answer didn't sit well with the Dragonoid. Lifting his flame-coloured eyes, Tiberius looked towards the Mind Flayer opposite him. Naagoth read the meaning behind his master's gaze and lifted his arm.

Every nerve within Nigun's body suddenly cried out in pain! It was as if his entire body had been engulfed in white-hot agony. The former Theocracy captain yelled and thrashed against his bonds. Desperately he sought to escape, to find a way to put out this burning sensation that consumed his flesh.

A sharp jerk of the Dragonoid's head was all the signal Naagoth needed and ceased his psionic assault.

"Consider that but a sample of what you put the villagers through. Now tell me, why did you target the Warrior-Captain, Gazef Stronoff?"

Nigun wheezed, breathing heavily, "I-I don't know, I was just following the commands we're given by the Cardinal."

Again, Tiberius gestured to Naagoth.

Again, Nigun convulsed upon the table. His body burning, muscles spasming in his induced seizure. The torment carried on for seemingly an eternity until it stopped.

"Even if that is true. Surely you have your own thoughts on the matter. So tell me, why did you go after Gazef Stronoff?"

"T-t-the Kingdom. Re-Estize is weak, corrupt. S-Stronoff is the main source of its power, a center to their defenses. If he falls, the Kingdom will be an easy target."

Tiberius lowered his head and cupped his lower jaw as he considered the man's words. If what he said was true then it would make sense to eliminate the Warrior-Captain.

But that didn't matter, there were bigger concerns.

"The angels you commanded, the spells you used. Even that crystal you had on you. Where did you get them?"

"I…"

Nigun didn't finish the statement.

The Theocracy citizen shook and thrashed from side to side. His dark eyes dilated, tears of blood slipping freely from the corners. His face contorted into an agony-filled grimace. His pale flesh began to turn an ashen grey and crack like a dried river bed. The grey flesh flaked and peeled back as if he was burning from the inside. Slowly Nigun's cries faded and his frenzied movements ceased, his body going stark still. Then his body seemed to collapse under its own weight, crumbling away into nothing but a fine powder.

Tiberius' fiery eyes scanned the examination table before him. His mind reeling over what had just happened. Finally, pulling his gaze from the table, the Dragonoid looked towards the Mind Flayer.

"What's the meaning of this? What happened?!"

The cephalopod-like creature shook his head, the tentacles upon his face whipping back and forth with the movement.

"I do not know, my lord."

Tiberius looked to the layer of dust now covering the examination table. Anger welled up within the Dragonoid. Unable to hold back, Tiberius lashed out, bringing a closed fist slamming down on the metal surface. On impact, a sizable dent was left in the metal and a flurry of powder was sent into the air.

Damnit! Just what the hell was that?

Exhaling slowly, Tiberius regained his composure and straightened himself up. His ability to think rationally returned, the Dragonoid replayed recent events over again in his head.

Wait, Naagoth said something earlier about a mental block on his mind.

The Dragonoid's fiery eyes widened at the realization.

"Naagoth, the mental block the prisoner possessed. Are you sure it was not a result of training? Perhaps he had been trained to resist?"

"I am, Lord Tiberius. When I probed his mind, I found no evidence of his receiving any form of mental training. As seen, he was most receptive to your line of questioning. And as he spoke I did not detect any deception within his mind, he was telling you the truth."

Yuliana's jade coloured eyes turned towards the Dragonoid, "Master, are you suggesting that some sort of magic had been used on the prisoner?"

"Indeed, that is my theory. Either by choice or without his knowledge, a spell had been placed over him. No doubt to prevent interrogations in case of capture."

The Dragonoid receded into his thoughts once more.

There are no magics like this in YGGDRASIL. So I guess it's safe to assume like those martial arts, there are magics here that are unique. However, the question then becomes what is the trigger? Was it something specific like a certain topic? Or is it just like a lit fuse when he began answering questions?

However, there was another possibility. A prospect that would have terrible implications.

Or what if it was controlled? What if someone was monitoring him and then chose when to have him…decommissioned.

Was it possible? After all, in his previous confrontation with these mages, someone had been using divination magic and it had triggered his passive defenses.

The Dragonoid hastily turned to the Guardian Overseer.

"Yuliana, contact Mathias. I want to know if there have been any attempts at scrying this man's location. Or if there was any detectable link between him and someone outside this mountain."

Without hesitation, the female guardian sprang into action. Utilizing the [Message] spell, Yuliana made contact with the Chief Diviner. The exchange between the pair played out over several moments, their chosen words were concise.

Yuliana looked to Tiberius, her face was serious.

"My lord, Mathias reports there been no intrusions beyond the Tyrnaust's barriers. Shall we raise the alert status?"

Tiberius paused slipping into thought.

Well, that's a relief. Although it could also just mean they can circumvent our defenses. Damn, just too many unknowns.

A plan began to form within the Dragonoid's mind.

"Naagoth, I want you to collect the other two prisoners and bring them to me." The Dragonoid turned, "Yuliana, inform Mathias to be vigilant."

"My lord, Mathias wishes to ask as to what he should be looking for?"

"Given the timing of our last prisoner's expiration. There is the possibility that someone had been monitoring him."

"I see," Yuliana nodded, "Then I shall inform the Chief Diviner to be on guard."

Minutes ticked by before the Warden of Tartarus returned. The metallic scrapping of the iris dilating was his herald.

Accompanying the Mind Flayer, however, was but a single prisoner.

This prompted a questioning stare from the Dragonoid.

"Naagoth, what is the meaning of this? The master had commanded you to retrieve both the prisoners." The Guardian Overseer stepped forwards, her outstretched arm gesturing to the prisoner, "Yet you have returned with not two but one."

Naagoth lowered his head, his body adopting a submissive posture before the two.

"Please forgive me, master. However, I have discovered the second prisoner is unresponsive."

"What do you mean?"

"It appears the conditions of the lowest levels were too much for his fragile mind. As such he seems to have lapsed into a vegetative state."

"Can you not resuscitate him?"

The Mind Flayer shook his tentacled head, "Unfortunately not. His mind is fragmented and interference comes from the same sort of incantation."

Tiberius shifted his gaze to the human mage, examining him and taking note of the man's glassy-eyed stare. This combined with the overall stupor of the man made him seem almost like a zombie.

"Unfortunate. So be it, prepare him."

The Mind Flayer acted, his hands making gestures akin to a puppeteer would. The captive mage followed in accordance in time with the movements like a good marionette dancing to some unheard tune.

The dark-haired man climbed onto the table without hesitation. His entranced mind completely ignored the ash strewn upon its cold surface as it clung to his military robes.

While his primary hand was occupied pulling the invisible strings, Naagoth lifted his opposite hand. With but a simple gesture the straps on the table came to life. Like flattened serpents, the belts moved with a mind all their own. Rising they ensnared his limbs securing the human firmly to the table.

Satisfied, Naagoth withdrew his control over the mage's motor functions. Control returned to the mage, his body went limp as if he had fainted.

As the man lay upon the table, Tiberius looked him over, trying to decide on just what to do with him next.

Now what I am supposed to do? Should I attempt to undo the curse on this man? Or should I use him as bait and see if anyone is monitoring these men? Damnit, now I wish we had taken more of those men captive.

The Dragonoid huffed.

The safety of Tyrnaust takes priority.

His decision made, Tiberius spoke, "Wake him."

Gradually the mage began to leave the realm of the subconscious mind and return to the conscious.

He groaned and squinted at the light shining down on him. To avoid this light, the Theocracy mage attempted to raise his arm only to find himself unable. Startled by this the dark-haired mage's eyes were immediately drawn to his limbs. Seeing the wide straps he began to struggle, testing the strength of his bonds.

"It would be best if you did not do that. We wouldn't want you to harm yourself, human."

The mage halted his struggles, his brown eyes widening upon hearing the strange voice. Lifting his gaze from the bonds, the mage looked about the room, his eyes again squinting against the light. It wasn't long before his gaze settled upon the Warden of Tartarus.

Contrary to his former commander, this man merely stared at the psionic cephalopodic being. Perhaps he was unable to fully comprehend his situation. Maybe he believed it to be a hallucination.

Either way, it didn't matter.

"What do you want with me, creature?!"

"It's simple, you will answer the questions that your commander was unable to."

The man's head spun, his eyes landing upon the Dragonoid speaker.

"I'd never answer to the likes of you."

Sensing the rising tension in the room, particularly from the female to his right. Tiberius preemptively held his arm out before her. This gesture worked as the Guardian Overseer held herself at bay.

Assured that there would be no outburst Tiberius continued.

"I offer you the choice. We can have a discussion as civilized individuals. Or you can learn what your defiance earns."

The mage drew back, his eyes staring at the ceiling. A small smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"I don't believe your lies. You may wear the trappings of civility but I can smell the stink of savagery on you. You will get nothing from me."

"I commend you, you are certainly braver than your commander. However…"

Before the mage could reply, he was interrupted by a sudden pain in his head. It was like white-hot needles being driven into his skull from all sides. This was accompanied by an intense sound like the shrieking chirp of an insect only in a chorus of thousands. The echoing shriek grew louder, its frequency faster and faster.

Then as the terrible noise reached its crescendo it vanished.

The world around the mage warbled and warped, his head swimming in lightheadedness. Leaving him with that terrible throbbing headache.

"That is just a sample," the Dragonoid warned, "The Sealing Crystal that your leader had. Where did he get it?"

The mage remained tight-lipped.

The Dragonoid rounded to stand at the head of the table. His fiery gaze never wavering from the human. It seemed that this man possessed a stronger constitution than that of the other. Commendable, if foolhardy.

"So be it."

The Mind Flayer turned, his dark robes fluttering as he made his way to a nearby table. His six-fingered hand retrieved a vial from a rack before returning.

Naagoth removed the rubber stopper from the head of the vial. Then in one smooth motion poured the contents along the length of the man's exposed forearm.

The substance was a sickly yellow colouration and had the consistency of runny eggs. It clung to the bare skin like glue. On contact, there quiet sizzling hiss like water on a hot skillet. Faint wisps of smoke wafted up from the goop bringing with it the unpleasant smell of burning flesh.

The mage gritted his teeth, his body quaking as the pain from the chemical reaction radiated from his arm. Though try as he might, the man could only withstand it for so long. With a protracted groan that grew in strength until it blossomed into a full-blown scream. He strained against the straps holding him, the blood vessels in his neck became prominent as he cried out.

"Now answer, where did he get it?"

"F-From the Cardinals," the answer escaped his mouth through clenched teeth, "It was only a last resort."

At the nod from his master, the Mind Flayer uncorked a second vial and poured its contents over those of the first. The change was immediate, the man's face relaxed as the chemical was neutralized.

"Very good. Understand, answers bring rewards."

The Dragonoid placed his hands upon the table on either side of the mage's head.

"Where did it come from?"

"I-I don't know."

"Your Commander Nigun said Re-Estize would be an easy target. Is the Theocracy planning to attack the Kingdom?"

"I don't know."

The Dragonoid growled, "The angels you summoned. Where did you learn the magic?"

The mage looked to Tiberius, the white's of his eyes clouding over with red. He choked and gasped for air, his veins ran dark beneath the greying skin. Then as before the ashen flesh cracked and peeled back in flakes. His breathing became erratic before he went still. Then as before his remains began to crumble into a pile of ash.

The Dragonoid stared down at the table.

"Yuliana, any word from Mathias? Has he detected anything?"

The Guardian Overseer shook her head, "No, my lord. The Chief Diviner reports the status of Tyrnaust's defenses remains unchanged."

Tiberius closed his eyes.

So then it must be some kind of magical trap. We'll have to keep it in mind for the next time we take prisoners.

Opening his eyes, Tiberius looked to the Mind Flayer.

"Naagoth, you have done well. Thank you."

The psionic cephalopod bowed, "I live to serve, my liege."

The Dragonoid crossed the room halting near the closed iris of the doorway.

"Yuliana, our business here has concluded. Naagoth, you are free to return to your own."

"My lord, may I inquire as to your plans for the remaining prisoner?"

Tiberius paused, trying and failing to find any use for a comatose prisoner.

"I give him to you, Naagoth. Do you as you wish with him."

"Thank you, sire," The Mind Flayer bowed again.

The iris slid open with the sound of grinding metal. Then with a nod, the Dragonoid turned back and proceeded to exit the chamber. Following behind him the form of the Guardian Overseer.

o – o – o – o

Liam again tested the door's latch, ensuring that it was properly secured. Satisfied, the family patriarch nodded his head and turned away. Crossing the room, he paused briefly to retrieve the candle holder.

The small flame flickering in the breeze as he lifted it.

Making his way to the short hall, he paused by the first door. Carefully he turned the knob and opened the door. The door creaked as he opened it just far enough for him to slip partially into the room.

Standing in the threshold, Liam's eyes surveying the room's interior.

The bedroom was lit by the moonlight streaming through the window. Laying prone atop each of the room's beds were the sleeping forms of his daughters.

The eldest lay upon her side beneath her covers, her hands tucked beneath her pillow. It had become a familiar sight when the father checked upon his children. Though he had found himself wondering why she had adopted this position so often. With a shrug, the man turned to check upon his youngest child.

The girl lay in a tangle of sheets, her limbs splayed across the bed at seemingly odd angles. One would have to be forgiven if they had thought the position appeared uncomfortable. However, the young girl never seemed to have any trouble. He observed her closely, monitoring the slow rise and fall of her chest and the small movements she made. It seemed Nemu's nightmares had faded and this made the father happy as he watched her sleep soundly.

Pulling back, Liam closed the door and proceeded through the door at the end of the hall.

Sofina turned at the sound of the door opening. A pleased smile coming over her features at the sight of her husband.

"Well, this is a change."

Liam paused, his face adopting a questioning look.

"What is?"

"You coming to bed so early. Usually, I have to just about drag you in here from your spot at the table."

The man moved to place the candle holder upon a small nightstand at the bedside. Liam turned taking a seat on the edge of the bed, letting out a low groan as he did. Removing his shoes, Liam let them fall to the wooden floor with a dull thud.

"I don't think I'll be needing to do that anymore."

Turning back around the woman continued to brush the tangles from her blonde hair. The soft bristles passing through her hair easily, taking with it much of the day's stress.

"So you think we'll be safe?"

At his wife's question, Liam turned.

"I don't see how we could not be."

Sofina set her brush down atop the dresser before moving to stand near the window. Staring through the glass, her blue eyes were drawn to the moon high in the night sky.

"It's just…"

Liam smirked before rising from the bed. The floorboards creaking under his weight as he made his way to the window.

The man stood behind his wife, his strong arms wrapping about her frame pulling her close to him. Gently he kissed the nape of her neck before resting his head upon her shoulder.

"Lord Tiberius has provided well for us. The village is guarded as are we."

Sofina grasped her husband's hand upon her midriff and leaned back into his embrace. "You don't need to remind me. After all, you left it to me to tell Nemu she couldn't have the two of them sleeping in the room."

Liam chuckled, "It's surprising just how fast she's taken to them. Particularly to the one, what did she name him again?"

"Chase, she named him Chase."

The two parents held each other, their minds going back to the events of the day after the departure of Lord Tiberius and his entourage.

The village had been a buzz after that. Some people had wandered about following the layout of the wall surrounding the village. Others were more interested in the pair of seemingly sentient suits of armour that had been stationed by the gate. The Blade Golem's rather formidable appearance kept any from getting too close. But it didn't stop people from looking.

Yet the real talk of the town were the two additions to the village residents.

Many had gathered to gawk at the strange-looking nonhumans. This was particularly popular amongst the village youngsters.

However, this proved to be a bit of a hassle. The Astral Hunters took their master's orders rather seriously and when the first of their neighbors approached, they were quickly threatened with dismemberment from the blade-wielding four-armed creatures.

This of course caused quite the stir. Liam and Sofina had moved quickly to intercede. While Enri did her best to explain to the family's bodyguards things were alright.

While the pair didn't quite relax, Enri had at least gotten them to sheath their weapons. After that Liam had spoken with the other villagers and convinced them to give the two some space for the time being. Something that wasn't hard to do after that menacing display.

It was definitely going to take some time before things calmed down.

The Astral Hunters had stayed close to the family throughout the day. The pair of repto-birds had examined the house, checking each room in turn. Their keen eyes surveying every aspect of the family home, searching for any sign of danger.

It had been mildly annoying when they would stop and suspiciously prod at various items. This resulted in Enri having to explain it to them.

Sofina couldn't but smile and snicker at the scene. It was like a mother hen and her chicks.

Enri will make a fine mother someday.

A sudden scuffling sound pulled the blonde woman back to the present. Her blue eyes immediately looking to the roof, although she wasn't alarmed by this.

"They're moving again."

Liam lifted his head from her shoulder, his own dark eyes following her gaze.

"Probably going out to patrol again." This prompted his wife to look to him, "The night's watch have been warned to give them a wide berth. And Enri told them not to harm any villagers."

Liam lowered his head, once more place a flutter of soft kisses upon Sofina neck. This brought about a surprised gasp from his wife.

It had been a fair while since the last time the pair had embraced each other in such a manner. And they had to admit it, they were both rather enjoying the sensations it was bringing to them.

"It's been too long," her husband muttered into her ear.

"But what about the kids? What if Nemu has another nightmare?"

Liam nuzzled her blonde hair and kissed her ear. "I already check on them, they're both sleeping soundly."

"But…"

Sofina's words died in her throat as her husband tilted her head and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Together the pair affirmed their desire for one another. The kiss only ended when the husband and wife were forced apart by their body's longing for oxygen.

Breaking away from her husband's tantalizing embrace, Sofina made her way towards the bed. Her hips rolling enchantingly with each step she took. Standing before their shared bed, Sofina reached up and with a gentle tug loosened the ties of her nightgown. The cloth coming free to showcase much of her cleavage.

Then with a seductive smile, she outstretched her arm in invitation.

Not one to deny his wife, Liam hurriedly approached.