Chapter VI

Plans and Visitations

The Council Chamber was silent.

It was so quiet that Tiberius swore that he 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 the manifestation of his wings. However, the heavy tail still meant that he was unable to sit with his back flush 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 conclusion that wearing his armour at all times was unnecessary. Especially within the halls of Tyrnaust, a place he was most secure.

So 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. Upon his torso, the Dragonoid had donned a comfortably loose shirt the colour of red wine. Over this, he wore a sleeveless robe with a collar trimmed in white fur. The robe itself was a deep ocean blue with an orange flame pattern spread across the shoulders and down the front edge. 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 his 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 upwards 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 when he thought about it.

o – o – o – o

After their triumphant return to Tyrnaust, the Dragonoid and the Guardian Overseer had been met with a small welcoming committee.

Together the Chief Attendant stood with small Kip at his side, his tail lashing about as he fidgeted. Nearby the stoic Aeon waited with Koraboros, still clad in his dark armour. To the side of these four was the unofficial cheer squad of The Valkyries.

The unit of female warriors stood together, their collective expressions showcasing their relief and joy at the return of the Lord of Tyrnaust. Some were more excitable than others.

The Birdfolk female, Gairwyn, seemed the most emotional with her flighty and hasty movements. Perhaps it was her avian heritage. But she had reminded the Dragonoid of those tiny birds he'd seen fluttering about the gardens. Hummingbirds, they were called to the best of his memory.

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

Then there was the largest of them, Shar're. The tall Draegloth stood at the back of the group, her four arms folded across her torso and on her canine-like snout a subdued grin.

At the duo's approach, the gathered parties 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. Like a group of giddy school girls, the Valkyries drew in closer with eyes wide in anticipation.

However, not wishing to go through the events at length. Tiberius instead left the matter to the Guardian Overseer.

The disappointment was on clear display when the gang of female warriors heard this news. But Tiberius didn't let it get to him as he promptly left the group to carry on their discussion.

As for him, Tiberius repeated the journey he had taken that first night, making his way through the Ninth Floor and to the comforts of his quarters therein.

Upon arrival the Dragonoid quickly stripped himself of his armour, leaving the metal plates to lay on the floor. Then with a heavy sigh, Tiberius dropped the façade of this human guise. Reacting to his wishes, whatever magic controlled his transformations activated, and within moments he was returned to his proud Dragonoid form.

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

Perhaps it would get better if he wore that mask for long enough. Much like breaking in 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 furniture's back. "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 to our existence. Oh, and let's not forget the trio of prisoners we have locked up."

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

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

Withdrawing into his thoughts, the sights, and sounds of the attack on the village crept into the forefront of his mind.

Even now as he thought on the carnage he'd witnessed and that which had come from his own hand. Tiberius felt no regret, no sympathy for those that fell before him. He felt only the anger that still simmered within him.

Releasing his hold on the memories, the Dragonoid allowed himself to slump over onto the overstuffed cushions. Stretching out, he tried to relax and decompress the day's stress.

In the humble fireplace, the fire crackled, its heat radiating outwards to fill the room. It felt good to the lounging Dragonoid.

At the moment, Tiberius didn't care how this feature of his quarters continued to function. Instead, he simply basked in its offerings warmth.

With this combination of comfort and exhaustion, it worked well to lull the Dragonoid into a pleasant slumber.

o – o – o – o

Rousing himself from his reminiscing, Tiberius turned his attention back to the papers that lay scattered on the table before him.

The day after their return had been a busy one.

The Guardian Overseer had revealed the scheduling of another meeting with the same group as had been present at the first. This meeting had been far lengthier than the one before and mainly consisted of the events of the previous day.

The details were discussed ad nauseam. Only after Tiberius had subtly pushed for the meeting to move on after spending an hour on a sole topic. Following this came the reports and discussions relating to their current endeavors. It was all pretty much routine, more a review of the former reports.

Or at least it was until Yuliana had brought up the question of what their master was planning for the human village.

To this inquiry, the Dragonoid had no direct answer. The best reply he was able to manage was to allude to having a plan, before steering the conversation away from the topic. But it worked and the problem was avoided.

And 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.

Seeing the sheer number of reports had been a surprise for the Dragonoid. It seemed to Tiberius that there were submissions from just about every NPC in Tyrnaust.

There were reports from both the Floor Guardians and their subordinates, the Area Guardians. Then there were reports filed by the Nymph caretakers of the Ninth Floor, papers filled with by-the-moment accountings of their cleaning routines.

The bulk of the papers were mundane stuff and therefore luckily quick reads.

But still, all were equally boring.

Although the NPCs probably expected their master to read through them all. He in fact only skimmed through the majority, just getting the gist of what they had to say.

Yet there were those that Tiberius did indeed pay close attention to. Namely, it was those penned by Koraboros and Mathias.

Those pages detailed the activities of the scouting parties sent to scour the surrounding area. Primarily it was the topics of the different creatures that they had discovered which intrigued him.

After witnessing the existence of YGGDRASIL summoned monsters in this world. It had left the Dragonoid curious if any other of YGGDRASIL's monsters had been carried over and the Forest of Tob would be a fine place to find them.

Beyond that, it was the thought of real animals living naturally just a stone's throw away.

It was an almost surreal proposition to someone from a world that had basically become an ecumenopolis. There were no wilds left in the world unless you counted the urban jungles. Here the only animals you would find here were primarily of the human, rodent, and insect varieties. Occasionally, one might find a cloned dog or cat, owned by a more affluent citizen. But what exotic animals continued to persist had been ferreted away to private menageries of the ultra-rich.

Mathias had continued to file papers regarding his continued observations concerning Carne Village. But he had also moved beyond that and had begun to study the far larger fortress-city known as E-Rantel.

Yet by far, the most extensive, and exhausting, was the veritable mountain of papers provided to him by the Guardian Overseer.

Indeed it seemed that Yuliana was carrying on with her appointed task of a full accounting of Tyrnaust's holdings. Inside the numerous tomes were well-defined sections for each category of item. On each page was inscribed an itemized listing for the name, the amount collected, and the location within the mountain for each item.

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

It was such a dry read, that Tiberius had joked with himself about using it as some late-night reading if he were to have trouble sleeping. Still, it impressed him just how diligent Yuliana was with a given task.

But all that was only a trifling issue. No, the real concern for the Dragonoid was the subject of the human village. Just what did he want to do with the village?

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

For perhaps the thousandth time his thoughts turned back to Carne Village. Slowly this topic was beginning to get under his scales and become quite the irritant. However, it was primarily the promise he had made to that village girl, Enri, which bothered him most.

Damn it, why did I do that? I mean helping them was the right thing to do and all. But why did I go and promise to further help them? I guess I just can't resist a damsel in distress. I mean she certainly seemed nice enough.

Tiberius released a pent-up sigh before pulling himself upright in the tall chair. His flame-coloured eyes falling to the papers that lay directly in front of him.

The first was the larger of the two. A rather detailed rendering of Carne Village and its surrounding area. This included a small section of the Forest of Tob and the grasslands.

The map was quite an improvement over the preceding iteration Mathias had presented to him. At that Tiberius made a mental note to compliment the Chief Diviner on his artistic progress.

Lying next to the map was a plain sheet of paper with an accompanying quill and ink jar.

The piece of paper was bare save for four lines scribbled upon it. Across the top written in large lettering was the title, Village Defense. Below these were the words: Walls, Weapons, and Armour.

However, the latter two had a sharp line drawn through them.

These three items were the only things the Dragonoid had been able to brainstorm in all his time thinking on the subject. And even then, he had discounted two of the three.

His reasoning for each was simple enough.

Carne Village was situated on a set of borders. First, there was the border between the Forest of Tob and the expansive grasslands. Then there was the border between The Kingdom of Re-Estize and the Baharuth Empire.

While the grasslands themselves possessed little threat. It was an open pathway for any attackers. And while attackers could come from the direction of the forest it was unlikely. Especially given the propensity for strong monsters that called the forest their home. This resulted in most humans avoiding the woodlands.

So it came as a bit of a surprise to the Dragonoid that the village had not bothered to erect a wall around themselves. Walls were the most basic form of protection one could have. After all, it was a simple idea. An attacker would first have to deal with the initial barrier shielding you. Thus giving time to either prepare or escape.

With this in mind, Tiberius had decided the villagers needed a proper wall.

However, the other two proposals presented a number of problems.

Foremost was that within YGGDRASIL, the Sanguine Dragons were a high-tier guild. The overwhelming majority of its ninety-two members had been maxed level 100. Although before the shut down there had been a few members who had only been around level 90.

This would prove a problem for his idea of providing weapons or armour to the villagers.

After all, as a guild of high-tier players, it stood to reason that their chosen equipment was of an equal level. Something 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 by their level. As a player grew stronger they would then gain access to new, more powerful sets of equipment to outfit themselves.

Furthermore, many pieces came with their own restrictions independent of character level. Sometimes these were limitations that restricted its use to characters of a particular race, or of a specific job-class.

Rarer were the pieces that came with what was known as hidden restrictions. They were by far the most irritating objects to come across.

Just like the hidden job-classes within the game, these pieces of equipment relied upon a player uncovering the clues that would allow them to learn which skills, classes, or race was needed for its use. Otherwise, they were completely unusable unless you met the unknown restrictions.

Predictably many of these types of items ended up on the in-game auction house listings.

Tiberius remembered a fellow guild member, AshIncubus, being nearly driven mad –metaphorically speaking- after they had procured a pair of rare and extremely powerful gauntlets. Unfortunately, they had been unable to discover the hidden restrictions after many trials and had promptly dumped them on the market.

These types of things meant that the villagers of Carne, being little more than low-level farmers, hunters, etc. Would be unable to make use of any equipment that would come from Tyrnaust.

Yet Tiberius had witnessed those attacking magic casters make use of a YGGDRASIL Sealing Crystal. So it then stood to reason that it was possible for people of this world to qualify.

But as the Warrior-Captain had explained it to him, these individuals had been exceptional.

This was the conundrum that he wrestled with.

The Dragonoid huffed, resting his left hand upon the lacquered wood of the conference table, he began to drum his taloned fingers on its surface.

Tiberius turned the subject over and over within his head.

This was supposed to be a simple undertaking. Yet the more he had thought about the issue, the more problems he found underlying his attempts at a solution. Now it had grown into a major irritation as he struggled to come up with any more answers.

However, before his frustrations could mount any further there came a knock at the door.

Thankful for the distraction, the Dragonoid responded.

"Enter."

The large white oak doors creaked and a small reptilian snout emerged from the gap.

Stepping fully into the room was the Kobold bard, Kip. He stood with his usual slightly hunched stance. Tucked in the crook of one arm, he carried what looked to be a small portfolio.

"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 making 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 portfolio from under his arm and placed it on the table.

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

His eyes skimmed 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 much the same manner.

The contents of this portfolio were nothing of great importance. Just more status reports concerning Carne Village.

Having the Chief Diviner continue to monitor the village's wellbeing was the least the Dragonoid could do. Especially after he had been unable to decide just how to aid them.

Much to the Dragonoid's preference, the village continued to remain peaceful. Thinking upon his previous statements, he mused to himself.

At least I was wrong about them suffering a curse.

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. 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 atop one of the empty chairs. Setting his beret aside, Kip set to the task of reorganizing the scattered leaflets alongside his master.

Intermittently 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 neatly organized stacks once again.

The labor was finished for none too soon. Across the room, the white oaken doors parted to permit a group of NPCs to enter.

As it was with every meeting, it was Yuliana who moved at the head of the band. 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. Thus delaying my efforts."

"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 typical fare of wildlife or the occasional monster."

Predicting her master's question Yuliana responded first.

"None of them have been of particular noteworthiness. However, should they discover something the scouts 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. And that 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. It pleases me to report that the city appears to lack a means of detecting them. As such our agents have been able to infiltrate and 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 by the Chief of Carne and his wife. 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. This was exemplified by 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 level 100 would seem strong to someone at level 1.

Then again, perhaps 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 paused, recalling 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," Koraboros drew out the last syllables, his accent making it sound much like a protracted hiss.

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

"It goes well, my lord. I have greatly expanded the boundaries of my survey. Furthermore, as per your wishes, I have continued to track the movements of the human warband after they departed 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 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 began 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 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 favoured. It was ironic that such a robust warrior had such delicate penmanship.

Yet was the single sheet of paper whose top edge was peeking out from beneath a map that garnered her attention.

The penmanship was rather plain with no flourish, put simply it favoured function over form. But it was the subject matter that provided a clue to who the author of this piece was.

Reaching out, Yuliana laid her fingertips upon the paper's edge. With a gentle tugging, the Guardian Overseer pulled the paper from its resting place. Drawing it closer to herself, she rotated the page to better read.

This action did not go unnoticed by the Dragonoid seated at the head of the table. His flame-coloured eyes tracking her movements while he tried to remain nonplused by this.

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.

"The building of 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? 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 adopted a more relaxed posture. Leaning back in his chair, 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."

Aeon's iron voice rang out as he denounced the idea, "Such an attempted coup would be doomed before it began."

"Oh, it most certainly would be. Though I must admit it would most enjoyable to see their pitiful struggle, to allow them a moment of hope. Before grinding it beneath your heel." 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 that 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 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 wish 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.

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

The Dragonoid had prepared to intervene as things grew heated. However, he was soon distracted by a light 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 posted 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 proposal.

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, a pleasant yet toothy smile on his reptilian visage, bowed 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 to it 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 is in regards to the brothers, Romulus and Remus. After their vulgar display of such boorish behavior that first night, I took the liberty to administer a fitting punishment."

"If they have been properly punished then what more would you 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, it would 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, Yuliana. I shall stop by the third floor and speak with the pair before I visit the Grand Treasury."

Yuliana quirked her eyebrows in curiosity, "The treasury, my lord? If I may ask what business would take 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 fine defenders 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," the female submissively knelt before the Dragonoid.

"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 bright beam of illumination came from somewhere high overhead.

Nigun blinked his eyes repeatedly at the sudden intense change. The Theocracy mage's body felt numb and unresponsive to his mental commands.

So how could he be sure this was real?

The blonde-haired man could scarcely recall anything of recent. It was all a jumbled mess in his mind.

It felt so long ago.

Nigun could recall the feeling of triumph when seeing the Kingdom's men fall for his unit. Seeing Gazef Stronoff faltering beneath the barrage of angels holy might. Then it all collapsed. The sudden appearance of the stranger warriors as if from the ether. How they laid waste to his forces and how he had fled the battlefield. The dark-eyed mage shuddered as he remembered the winged demon that had chased him and his men. The utter fear when looking into those burning coals of the devil's eyes. Then everything went black.

After that, he had awakened. Or at least Nigun believed he had, though he couldn't be certain. This was because the mage had found himself within a void.

There had been no sense of weight as he drifted through the nothingness that surrounded him. He had tried to move, to flee, trying in vain to find purchase with which to orientate himself. Yet there was nothing, every attempt to move resulted in nothing but an out-of-control spiral.

Panic had set in quickly. Nigun had shouted until his throat was raw and his voice gone. Not that he could ever tell as there was never any sound. In a frenzy he had brought his hands together countless times, his ears straining to listen. But the only thing he received was the burning pain from the repeated smacks of his palms against one another. Beyond that were nothing, he felt no heat, no cold. Not even the texture of his robes against 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 mind. These intrusive musings 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. Though he could not tell when it had started without a clear reference point.

Within that inky blackness, time lost all meaning to the mage. After all, without change could time be said to exist at all.

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.

The first was the sound of countless fluttering wings. Terror welled up within as Nigun thrashed wildly, his frantic movements designed to keep whatever it was at bay. All while his unnaturally dark eyes scanned the endless darkness, searching for a sign of the disruption.

Then there came the rustling and hissing like a bushel of snakes. 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?

But it didn't matter to Nigun, not when the voices were ceaseless in speaking with him.

Then finally, after how long he didn't know, 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?

Nigun could feel the cold of the metal slab pressing against his back. He could feel his body, it felt heavy as some great weight was resting upon him. 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 some sort of door.

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

The man grew hysterical 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 wretched 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, the 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 rounded dome of the head rose 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 chamber 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 on. Several times Nigun lost track of the being as it moved in and 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 force. 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, covering 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 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 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, barricades seeming made from thickly entangled vines, 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 as the other did. Instead, here the imitation sky would only cycle between a sunrise/sunset and night. These sunrises and sunsets were noticeably 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. Shooting stars raced across the ceiling in some grand spree.

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 level 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 turned back upon 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 physical 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. The Dragonoid looked over the area before he made his approach.

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 moss-covered 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.

Stepping up to the door, Tiberius paused for a moment. 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 ducked beneath the frame and 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 burned at its middle.

On the walls were numerous pelts –both furred and scaled-, trophy heads, and even a few weapons were hung. A pair of crossed battle-axes, a greatsword with a shattered blade, 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.

Since he had set foot on the third floor, Tiberius had been keenly aware of the various scents present in the air. 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 deeply, his mind sorting through the messages being sent by his nose.

There were two distinct scents in the room.

There was a subtle scent, soft and fresher than the other. It was aroma propagated by bathing oils, or perhaps flowery perfumes. The other was a stronger and more natural scent, something akin to imbibing a lungful of woodland air. It carried a rich earthy scent overlay with the muddled fragrance of pine.

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.

Perhaps no larger than ten foot by ten foot. On the floor opposite the door, a modest futon cushion lay against the wall. Atop it, the soft brown pelt of a large bear lay in a crumpled heap. While at 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 plain unlabeled bottle of some liquid sat atop it alongside a drinking horn.

Beside the door frame sat a large chest, its lid not fully secured. The leggings of a pair of trousers hung over its lip. Mounted on the wall over the bed was the head of a young Forest Dragon, it made for a fine trophy. Upon a nearby hook hung a braided leather cord on which were a set of large claws. Standing in the corner were a set of bearded axes, their sharpened edges gleamed in the light.

Given the simplistic nature of the room's décor, the Dragonoid presumed the owner to be the elder brother, Remus.

However, while he may have determined to which brother the room belonged. It did not tell where the werewolf was and seeing no signs of recent habitation Tiberius turned and made his way to the other end of the longhouse.

In clear contrast to the other room, here there stood an actual door set within a proper frame. The wood of the door was lacquered and decorated with ornate scrollwork across its surface. Images of wolves running freely through tall waving fields of grass. Hung at the center of the door was a polished brass knocker.

Three solid hits of the knocker on its baseplate echoed through the quiet of the longhouse.

Within moments there came sounds of creaking wood and hurried footsteps from the other side of the closed door. The Dragonoid took two steps back as he waited for the room's occupant.

The door silently swung open on its oiled hinges. The spicy scent of incense accompanied by a slightly musty odor of old books wafted out. Then the occupant emerged from the interior, the slender form of younger of the two wolven brothers, Romulus.

The auburn-haired wolven lad's face was contorted with an expression of irritation. This look quickly evaporated when he took in the sight of the golden-scaled Dragonoid standing before him.

His amber-gold eyes widened with shock, Romulus hastily descended to his knees and bowed his head.

"Lord Tiberius, I-I hadn't been expecting you. Please for the mess, if I had known you were coming I would have insured this abode was properly tidied."

The Dragonoid's eyes scanned over the room.

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

Tiberius' gaze returned 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 unmoving. Taking his eyes from the prostrating form of Romulus, the Dragonoid examined the room from whence he came.

The interior of this bedroom was decorated in a stark divergence from its counterpart.

Sitting in the corner of the room was a Victorian-style four-poster bed with a plush-looking mattress. Resting atop the bed was a rich ocean blue comforter. Placed beside the bed was a proper nightstand with a pair of drawers. On top of the nightstand stick of incense sat in a vase, thin wisps of smoke drifted up from the soft glowing coal of its tip.

Positioned near the foot of the bed and opposite the door was a roll-top desk. On the desk, an open book had been overturned in place of using a bookmark. Next to the desk was a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf stuffed with a myriad of books and scrolls.

Standing across from the bed was a wardrobe. Though not large by any stretch, it was certainly much larger than the basic chest his brother used. Laying on the polished floor between the bed and the wardrobe was an ornate rug. The rug was ringed in Norse runes and deep hues of blue and green.

"Since my arrival was unforeseen, I take it then that scowl was meant for your brother?"

The Werewolf lifted his head without thought, his wide eyes gazing up at the Dragonoid. Swallowing hard, Romulus answered.

"I have no excuse, I never should have allowed myself to show such a disrespectful face. But yes, my lord. I had been reading my books when my brother started with his usual disruptive antics."

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

The young wolfman raised his hand and adjusted his spectacles. "If my brother is not within the vicinity. Then I can only assume that he has gone elsewhere to entertain himself. As such I would hazard to guess that he most likely could be found at the Temple of the World Serpent."

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

Unable to answer Romulus' fluffy 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 have to discover for ourselves just what is keeping your brother occupied."

Rising from his kneeling position, the auburn-haired wolfman stood and dusted the front of his baggy trousers. As the Dragonoid made his way towards the exit Romulus hesitated.

Instead, the Werewolf hastily re-entered his bedroom. From a peg on the wall near his bed, Romulus retrieved his hooded robe, quickly slipping it on. Shutting his door behind him, the Werewolf hurried to the lodge's entrance, his hand snagging the wizard staff from its resting place as he moved swiftly to catch up.

o – o – o – o

Positioned at the center of the Third Floor was a large clearing devoid of any trees. The glade was circular and some two hundred feet across. Seated at the focal point was the Temple of the World Serpent.

A towering stone structure fashioned after the ancient Mesoamerican step pyramids. The temple stood at a height to rival the colossal redwoods which surrounded it. The speckled granite of the pyramid was covered with intricated etchings of Norse iconography. To be specific were the many depictions of the legendary World Serpent, Jörmungandr, located throughout.

At the heart of this temple was the key needed to advance to the next floor.

The central part of the pyramid had been cored out, hollowed to allow the passage of the great diamond chain to pass through. Symbolically linking this floor to the floors above and below.

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

Around the wolfman, a circle had been scratched into the loose soil. Lowering his gaze, Remus' dark amber eyes danced over the figures that lay outside the ring.

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 with his brother's studies of those stogy old books. He had tried to get Romulus to loosen up and have some fun with him. By this, he had challenged the younger sibling to a customary wrestling match. Unfortunately, much to his disappointment, it was something Romulus promptly declined. Though his answer hadn't been completely unexpected.

Not one to give up lightly, Remus had continued. Knocking and trying to entice the spectacled werewolf away from his books. Yet Romulus was just as stubborn decrying his idea.

Forced to seek fun elsewhere, Remus had left the Hunting Lodge. Outside he milled about the forest without purpose.

A smile was brought to his face when he was greeted by his loyal pack of dire wolves.

Dire wolves were mid-tier creatures around level fifty. Far larger than the typical wolf with bodies that stretched near twenty feet from snout to tail-tip. Each dire wolf stood seven feet at the shoulder with pelts of black and grey fur. Upon the fur of their necks, this particular group of canines bore runic patterns like collars.

However, as large as they were, the dire wolves were still smaller than the more powerful Fenrir.

The huge canines had rushed to Remus and pranced about him like overeager puppies. The Werewolf greeted them with a myriad of pats and belly rubs as they nuzzled against him. Together they engaged in some playful wrestling before moving onto a game of fetch.

But this had only alleviated his boredom for so long.

The playful pack had followed close behind their alpha as he journeyed through the Twilight Forest.

Arriving at the temple, Remus had been warmly welcomed by the Temple Guardians. And after some friendly persuading, the Werewolf managed to convince them to join him in some pleasant competition. Thus it was that the Werewolf had scratched out the basic arena.

The Temple Guardians followed, entering the ring and within a matter of moments tossed beyond the circle's edge.

Remus stretched, watching the pack of dire wolves waiting not far away. Some of the large canines sat upon their haunches while others lay on their bellies. All had brown eyes watching the Werewolf.

Running his hand through his rust-coloured hair, Remus scratched behind one of his wolven ears upon his crown.

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

Shakily some of the Serpentfolk managed to raise themselves. While others remained prone, only managing to lift their long necks to gaze at the wolven male. The looks in their reptilian eyes told of how little motivation they possessed for a rematch.

The dire wolves shifted, noses lifting skywards. Those that had been lying down now sat up and with the others turned their collective gaze towards the forest's edge.

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

"Hey, what's the matter?"

Shifting the Werewolf followed their gaze, the dark amber of his eyes trained upon the forest.

A flutter of movement amongst the foliage caught his attention. A flash of azure was something recognized as belonging to the robe of his brother. It was an assumption proven correct as Romulus soon emerged from the green.

A wolfish grin spread on Remus' lips.

Perhaps his brother had decided to accept his offer after all.

However, this train of thought was derailed as another taller individual followed behind his brother. An individual with golden scales.

Instinctual recognition struck Remus like the ringing of a bell.

A sudden tremor passed through his body as the knowledge jolted him from his casualness. With a rushed pace, Remus ran towards his werewolf sibling and waiting Dragonoid. Between the relatively short distance and the Werewolf's natural speed, it didn't take long to close the gap.

In a near mirror image of his sibling's earlier response. Remus fell to his knees before the Lord of Tyrnaust.

It was an action that was surprisingly and amusingly mimicked by the dire wolves. The great canines lined up behind their leader and with haunches still in the standing, lowered their chests to the ground.

"Sire," the Werewolf greeted, "To what do I owe the honour?"

Directing his gaze beyond the prostrating werewolf and his pack of dire wolves. Tiberius inspected the uniformed bodies of the approaching Serpentfolk. Many of whom seemed to stagger on their feet.

"I was wishing to have a word with you and your brother. But before that, just what have you been up to, Remus?"

The Werewolf's sleek wolven ears went horizontal, "Oh… I was just having a friendly wrestling match with the Temple Guards. That's all."

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

"Really brother?"

Remus reared back, lifting his head to glare at his younger sibling.

"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."

"It's not my purpose to be your entertainment, Remus." The other Werewolf placed a hand upon his hip, "Perhaps if you turned that energy towards more intellectual pursuits, Then you might find yourself feeling more fulfilled and less anxious."

"And maybe if you worked out your body as much as you did with your brain. Then maybe you could last more than a handful of rounds when we wrestle."

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

"That's quite enough of that."

At their master's words, the two brothers fell silent.

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

Without a word the younger Werewolf nodded and then departed. However, not before sending a sour look at his still kneeling sibling.

"You may rise if you so desire, Remus."

"Thanks," Remus brushed the soil and loose grass from his pant legs before inclining his head, looking at the eight-foot Dragonoid.

"Do you and your brother always argue so?"

"No, no not always. Actually, we get along pretty well and the bookworm can be good fun to be around. And besides Romulus knows I don't really mean anything by it when I tease him." Remus knitted his brow, "Or at least I think he does."

Tiberius looked over the Werewolf before him. The young man seemed to genuinely try to come to an answer on the topic.

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

The odd duo continued to stand in silence as each worked on their own puzzling thoughts.

Meanwhile, the spectacled Werewolf busied himself with seeing to the injured Temple Guards. After surveying their wounds, which were thankfully only minor, Romulus cured them through the use of low-tier healing spells.

At least Remus made sure to control himself.

Once their injuries and their exhaustion had been taken seen to, the Serpentfolk guardians bowed the Floor Guardian. Then repeated their show of gratitude with a second, deeper bow to their Dragonoid master.

Together the Temple Guards pivoted and returned to duties at the Temple of the World Serpent.

After seeing them off and his appointed task complete. Romulus moved to retake his place with his brother and master.

"Very good work, Romulus."

The younger wolven sibling held his arm across his waist and bowed, "Thank you, my liege."

"Now then, to get down to business," Tiberius shifted his gaze between the brothers. "I have been informed that the two of you continue to be bothered by the events at the gathering."

The dredging up of their shameful memories of that night had an immediate effect upon the two werewolves. Each lowered their head, flattened their ears against the heads, and hunched their shoulders in a show of submission.

"While I was willing to overlook your tardiness. Your behavior at the time was something else entirely. I was likewise informed that you two have also received an appropriate reprimand."

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

"However, this does not absolve the crime. The two of you must then make amends through actions. So it is that I have decided upon a way for you to find penance."

The werewolf siblings lifted their heads.

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

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

"You have been made aware of the human village which Yuliana and I visited, yes?" the brothers nodded, "This village holds a particular interest to me. It is there I have decided your task lies."

The brother's somber moods seemed to improve as they listened to the Dragonoid speak.

"The job at hand is quite a simple one. The two of you are to aid in the building of a wall to protect the village."

After hearing this their looks of enthusiasm appeared to be tapped down once more. In its place was a sense of confusion. This was certainly not what they had been expecting to hear from their master.

Though the reactions of the werewolf siblings were ones that Tiberius was expecting.

The use of menial tasks as a punishment was something he had learned from his mentor. The man took particular delight in sending people to work in the lowest most tedious jobs he could find.

It was a remarkably effective technique. Probably ranking right up there with collective punishment. Had to mess up when the whole team is looking over your shoulder.

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

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

With a grave 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 or 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 either.

Moving along the length of the passage Tiberius came to a halt only a third of the way through. Here 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 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 the 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 unique 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 was 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 twinkle 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 distinctive 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 was 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 peacock 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 projected 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, sharing the same massive proportions as the Ninth Floor. The high ceiling was upheld by colossal columns dotted throughout the room at equal intervals.

Had the room been empty these massive pillars would still deserve their place here. Each of the pillar's four sides was a work of art in its own right. Carved to resemble the form of a beautiful woman with arms held aloft supporting the roof.

But the truly breathtaking sight was the immense piles of treasure that dominated the floor.

YGGDRASIL gold coins, seemingly numbering beyond measure. Like a veritable mountain range, the immense mounds of gold spanned the full length and width of the vault. There were small piles that ranged from no larger than a child to larger than a city bus. Then some stacks stretched hundreds of feet high. Heaps so tall that they submerged the columns beneath their mass. High enough that if one were to stand upon their summit, one would then have to hunch over less they bump their head upon the ceiling.

Yet these mounds of wealth could not be counted in simple coinage alone.

There were countless precious gems of exceeding brilliance that sparkled like stars upon the golden surface. Jewels of all types and styles were innumerable. Littered amongst this was the myriad of valuable objects. Items for use in crafting, blocky ingots of various metals sat alongside things like hides and bones. Even pieces of armour lay strewn amongst the treasure hoard.

Near the vault entrance, a small mound from which a gauntlet jutted out into the open air. It was as if its wearer had been buried beneath an avalanche 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. While chalices lay upon their sides with rims overflowing with treasure.

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.

Though the guild's treasure hoard had been vast in the time before the shutdown. It grew to new proportions when the Sanguine Dragons had started raiding abandoned guild bases. Taking their stockpile for themselves.

It was because of this rapid growth that the cause of the disarray that currently plagued the vault. After all, with YGGDRASIL's impending end it was just far simpler to dump it all in the Grand Treasury than to sort it.

The Dragonoid could almost laugh at the idea of the shutdown. Oh, how different things had turned out.

As Tiberius stood upon the lofty platform, his red-orange eyes looked out across the landscape before him.

"Yuvonkiir."

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

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

This changed with the cacophony of jingling metal like the ringing of innumerable tiny bells. It was the sounds of countless coins as they tumbled down the golden mountains in copious avalanches.

From beneath these gold coins rose the great reptilian head of the Vault Guardian, Yuvonkiir. As the blanket of coins fell away more and more of the great dragon was revealed.

Yuvonkiir was enormous, easily stretching 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 the raging of his inner inferno. The Guardian's head –much like its creator's- 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. Nestled amongst the foundations of the horns were 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 thicker than burly tree trunks. The crimson-scaled beast 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 Yuvonkiir's body as he rose while others managed to cling. From his spinal crest, a dazzling jeweled necklace hung loosely before the great beast shook like a dog causing it to be flung into the air and land amongst the treasure.

With a series of long slow blinks, Yuvonkiir cleared the sleep from his vision. For a moment twin tails of steam, or perhaps smoke, rose from the creature's shield-shaped nostrils.

When his golden eyes beheld his master's visage, they widened with delight. So Yuvonkiir began to descend from his napping spot. The Vault Guardian moved with a fluid almost cat-like grace, something that belied a creature of this immense size.

As Tiberius stood upon the landing watching the Vault Guardian, he could not 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.

However, it was 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.

The Dragonoid held firm, he would not let his fear rule him. Well, at least so long as the Guardian 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 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 entrance 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 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 smooth scales, feeling a surprising level of warmth.

"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. 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 equal 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 were the Sanguine Dragons' most precious items.

These items ranged from divine-class equipment to the guild's supply of data crystals and everything in-between. A surprising number of the items placed within were not there for their monetary value, but instead, it was for the sentimental value they held.

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

"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 unexpected for Tiberius. The Dragonoid had assumed the dragon would point him in the right direction or make an offer to escort him. But certainly not an offer 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 rippled and undulated before lowering and flattening. Although the spines did not lay completely flat, it was clear that the sail upon his back would not pose a 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 discomfort for the large dragon. Stepping out upon the dragon's left shoulder, the Dragonoid strode forwards before taking a seat at the base of the dragon's neck.

Taking such a position was a familiar one, though not the most comfortable. Given the sheer width of Yuvonkiir's neck, Tiberius' legs didn't quite reach fit properly.

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

Riding upon a dragon was probably the easiest way to get around the mountains of treasure. All around the pair, the coins jingled and rattled with every step the dragon took. Occasionally small landslides of gold and gems would come free and cascading down to settle at the base.

With the dragon's great strides and surprising surefootedness, the two were able to traverse the distance over the mounds of loose treasure with tremendous ease.

Tiberius found the experience of making the journey by dragon back quite enjoyable. It was like he was being given a personalized tour.

It wasn't long the pair arrived at the inner vault.

The inner vault took the form of not a single structure but three. Three plain square columns are arranged in a triangular pattern at the center of the floor. Each of the towers was hollow and used to store a different type of treasure within.

The northern pillar was dedicated solely to the storage of the guild's stockpile of data crystals.

The eastern pillar did not have any particular themes to the items stored there. No, this column served as a catch-all for anything that a member of the Sanguine Dragons wished to keep safe.

The western pillar was devoted to serving as the guild's armoury. Within its confines lay the finest equipment the members of the Sanguine Dragons had to offer.

So it was here, in the highest point of the armoury that the guild stored the most powerful items they possessed.

These, of course, were the World Items.

World Items were the most powerful items in all of YGGDRASIL. Objects of such might and prestige that they were coveted above all others within the game. Should a player have gotten a hold of even one, their reputation would rise to the highest caliber.

Because of the power each possessed there were only two hundred of these items scattered throughout the Nine Realms. Their innate abilities were as varied as their appearances but each was possessed of incredible power. However, there was a select number that stood head and shoulders above the others, these were known as One of Twenty.

Those particular items had capabilities that bordered on game-breaking. It was only by exceeding rarity and the extreme difficulty in obtaining them, that kept players from taking advantage.

Few guilds within YGGDRASIL's twelve years had managed to even acquire a World Item. Of those, only a handful had been able to get their hands one more than one.

The Sanguine Dragons truly must have had luck on their side when discovering their first World Item. Luckier still when raiding they were able to add more to their collection.

Just prior to YGGDRASIL's ending, the Sanguine Dragons had been proud to say they possessed a total of seven such relics.

To have accomplished such an incredible feat would have earned the Sanguine Dragons the respect and animosity of a multitude of other guilds. It might have even gotten players speaking of them with the same levels of awe as they did the likes of Seraphim, Millennium Kingdom, World Searcher, and others.

Perhaps even being compared to the legendary guild, Aniz Ooal Gown.

Ainz Ooal Gown was a guild that possessed an almost mythical reputation within YGGDRASIL. Though they were not the number one guild they were consistently placed within the top ten. In their time the guild had set several precedents that other guilds had tried and failed to break.

Great feats like discovering one of the Seven Hidden Mines. Resisting a massive attack on their guild base by eight rival guilds who had banded together. A 1,500 man force composed of guild members, mercenary players, and mercenary NPCs.

They had also set the record for amassing eleven World Items.

It would have been a tremendous honour to be mentioned in the same breath as them.

Unfortunately with the looming shadow of YGGDRASIL's imminent demise. None really cared for such glories anymore. So when a middling guild had managed to accomplish such a deed as gathering seven World Items through sheer dumb luck, it went by unnoticed.

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

Arriving at their destination, Yuvonkiir ascended the stairs in a single step. Striding forwards the dragon halted to stand at the center of the triangular tower formation.

Yuvonkiir lowered himself until the cool grey stone was pressed against the wide banded scales of his belly. The dragon then shifted, leaning slightly to the side as 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 approach to the western tower.

At the entrance, only a simple silver gate stood to bar his way. From this point onwards there were no tricks, no traps, and no locks. After all, if someone had made it this far into the guild base and was able to best the Guardian of the Vault. Then they deserved whatever they could take.

Taking hold of the silver gate in his scaled hands, Tiberius pushed the basic frame apart and entered the armoury.

The tower's interior was divided into multiple floors and at the center was a spiraling ramp. The walls were lined by row after of cluttered shelving broken up by numerous packed alcoves.

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

Even with no knowledge about armour it was clear from even a cursory glance this was the work of a true master.

The armour itself was far larger than what any normal human could wear. It rested upon the body of a posed mannequin as to properly display its glory. The collection of thick plates gave the indication of having substantial weight to them. The leggings were structured like those of an animal and on the torso were four sets of armour for a total of eight.

Not far away sat hung a fine set of Elven robes woven from the finest drider silks. The silk had brilliant colouration to it, seeming to change colour depending on the angle of the viewer. Beneath the outer robe was an undershirt of enchanted elven chainmail. Without a doubt, these were sorcerer's robes and probably came with a number of stat-enhancing buffs for its wearer.

Though beautiful to look at they would be of no help. Moving along Tiberius' eyes flowed over a wide variety of items.

There was an abundant supply of bladed weapons.

Throwing axes and daggers, both simple and ornate. A wide variety of swords of all types and sizes are placed neatly in racks. Middle-eastern scimitars and Japanese katanas sat beside European-style single-handed arming swords. Two-handed longswords were hung with greatswords as tall as a man. Battle-axes were hung in alcoves like shirts in a closet. Crystal tipped spears, adamantine halberds, maces and morning stars, war hammers, rapid-fire crossbows, hunting bows, and war bows.

All sat as if in some open-air marketplace awaiting the inspection of an interested buyer.

With the assortment of weapons came an equally generous selection of armours. Robust armours meant for getting in close tanking an enemy's attacks. Light armours for maneuverability and speed such as those a ranged DPS may use. Armours made from metal and others made from magical cloth yet provided the same levels of protection.

All were here on display.

Almost every member of the Sanguine Dragons had something here.

A large pair of electrum-coloured gauntlets with a jewel upon each knuckle. A rather intimidating black metal helmet with tall spike-like ears that covered only the upper portion of the face. An oversized dagger with a handle made from bone and a jagged cruel-looking blade of crimson crystal. A wizard's staff of charcoal-coloured metal and silver star atop its crown with a large sapphire at its core.

From floor to floor, the Dragonoid strolled passed aisle after aisle. Occasionally he would pause and linger before some piece of this vast collection. Whether it was from nostalgic memory or curiosity it couldn't be helped.

Still, the Dragonoid pulled himself away and continued his survey appraising each item in turn. Always his mind going through the possibilities that each presented.

Unfortunately, none seemed to fall with the parameters he had set forth.

So it was that only a third of the way up the tower that Tiberius gave up and turned back. After all, it had become rather apparent that continuing would be a fruitless venture.

Pulling the gate shut the Dragonoid sighed and began the trek back to the waiting guardian.

At his approach, the large dragon rose to sit upon his haunches. Craning his neck Yovunkiir stared down at his creator, those pools of molten gold following his every move.

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

Lifting his head, the Dragonoid gazed up at Yuvonkiir.

"Indeed, I am afraid I have merely managed to waste my time and yours with this endeavor."

The immense guardian leaned forwards, lowering his head to bring his snout in close to his master. From his nostrils, a puff of hot air blew over the Dragonoid.

"Then tell, creator. Tell me so that I may be of service."

"Very well, I came here seeking to find an item that could protect others. An item that could be used by even the lowest of leveled beings. But alas I have not been able to find such an item."

The dragon closed his eyes, it was only his rhythmic breathing that told of his still being amongst the living.

As he stood curiously watching, Tiberius could've sworn he heard an odd hum in the air. All about him, the Dragonoid felt an odd presence.

After what seemed far longer than a few seconds, 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 small plaza, 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. The figurine was modeled in the image of an armoured knight, it stood tall at attention and its hands resting atop a kite shield.

Shifting his attention the Dragonoid looked up at the towering dragon in interest.

"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 contented 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 do the job quite nicely."

As with any effort, the moment of success is a fleeting one. As Tiberius' thoughts turned to the human family something new came to his mind. An idea that should've seemed so obvious before.

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 more. And they don't have the luck of having a YGGDRASIL pocket dimension for inventory storage. Besides what if they did bring it everywhere, it's only good if the whole family is together.

But what if someone goes into the forest to hunt? Or what if they have to go to another village or if they have to go to the city?

Bending down Tiberius retrieved the statuette from the cold stone. Lifting the figurine, it felt as if to weigh nothing in his hand. Then as before, his forearm with the statue vanished from sight, disappearing into the inventory space. There the statue was deposited and with the knowledge from the appraisal spell, it was quickly sorted into its proper category.

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 granite floor. 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.

Turmoil brewed within the Dragonoid's head as he began to wonder just how he might solve this lastest dilemma. A myriad of 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 towards his creator and straightened up. Then with a low 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 been 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 cooped 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 mist surrounded the dragon. The air grew hot and heavy as the haze grew thicker still. Behind the heat haze, the colossal form of the dragon began to shrink. Smaller and smaller until it disappeared from view beneath the edge of the landing.

Inquisitively Tiberius strode closer to the edge, only to hastily retreat as something flew upwards at speed. The object rose higher, flying over the Dragonoid on great letheren wings. It hovered momentarily before landing, its taloned feet clacked on the stone.

Following the movements, Tiberius pivoted and beheld the sight of the dragon transformed.

Yuvonkiir stood upon two legs in a form rather reminiscent of his creator's own.

The most evident was that of the distinct variance in their colours. Yuvonkiir's scales retained their deep crimson hue with the darkened bands. The blackened scales covered his snout and head and traveled down the length of his back and tail.

Yuvonkiir was clothed in a set of rather basic garments. A pair of the same basic dark undergarments as all characters in YGGDRASIL wore. Over the top of this, he had leather trousers which only came to his knees, while from his waist hung a tasset of black leather. This skirt of leather hung much like an oversized loincloth falling to his shins.

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

This change of form was not something that dragons 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 draconic creature, including other breeds of dragon. In doing so he would also have access to any of their innate abilities.

In seeing the dragon's new body, Tiberius was surprised to see such a strong resemblance to himself. Perhaps it was due to him being the dragon's creator? He didn't know.

Taking the moment, Yuvokiir examined his body. His muscular neck craned to and fro as he looked himself over.

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

Yuvonkiir's golden eyes affixed themselves to his master before he shook his head.

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

Tiberius approached his creation, gently placing his hand upon the other's shoulder.

"I don't doubt it will take you some time to get used to it. But we have plenty of time."

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 people of Carne Village. Since the villagers owed their lives to a pair of visiting adventurers.

In the days that followed the attack by the invading knights, life had managed to return to a semblance of what it once was. 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.

Tension loomed over the villager's lives as heavily as an impending storm.

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 moved on with life. But it was a tall order to ask of someone whose life had been so decimated.

The sight of hunting knives slung from belts had now become a common accessory for many adults, some adolescents too. Their eyes were ever watchful, even in conversation, 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 to do than say.

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.

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

To avoid such a terrible thing from happening again. Some changes to the way the village ran had been made.

The first had been the establishment of a guard shift.

During the day, a rotational shift of two volunteers was 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 restriction as expected had caused some disquiet amongst the village youth. But they complied without much fuss.

On the fourth day, some villagers 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 suggestions, ideas that would never have been considered before, had also 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 ponytail. 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, Dorik. One of these days you're gonna set that bushy beard of yours alight."

The elder Dorik 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 Dorik's offer of his pipe one time. All he got out of it was a set of burning lungs which sent him into a coughing fit, while the churning of his stomach made him feel rather ill.

All of this was much to the amusement of his elder. Looking back at it, Braga couldn't remember seeing Dorik ever laugh so hard.

Shaking his head clear of the memory, Braga watched Dorik in his attempts, 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 monotonous 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, Dorik'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. The 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 and fear.

However, things had changed.

Now though, 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. After all, this was how the villagers would remember him. So by his reckoning, it would be best for them to see him this way.

Nary 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 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."

"So it would appear. However, I highly doubt that to be the case."

Any further discussion was interrupted by the abrupt dull ringing of a bell somewhere within the village.

Tiberius could guess this bell ringing was used as some kind of alarm for the village. Or maybe it was just the lunchtime bell. But if it was an alarm the surely the villagers would soon be made aware of their arrival.

So much for subtlety. Ah well…

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

Following the Guardian Overseer's gesturing, Tiberius turned his gaze towards the village.

By the outer edge of the buildings, a decent-sized gathering had formed. This crowd, however, wore a different face to the one the pair 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. Looking close many seemed to be wearing smiles upon their faces. Others were more neutral but their levity could still be read in their body language. At the head of the oncoming throng of villagers was Chief Wyllam, a rather jovial expression 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 was 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.

Thus 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 between them.

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 which the pair visibly shared that enticed the most fascination. Atop their heads, each bore triangular canine ears which swiveled with every sound.

Many within the crowd could be heard muttering in hushed tones as they stared at the unusual sight.

Seeing the reaction the two had garnered Tiberius felt it was best to intervene before things could grow out of hand.

"Allow me 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.

Halfway there the siblings parted company. Remus continued onwards toward the tree line 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 –the showmanship was much to the annoyance of his sibling- 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 half of the stone men tore the limbs from the trunks and lay them in an ever-growing pile. With only the bare trunk other 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 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 acts performed with such deft prowess left many within the crowd speechless and a sense of awe.

This demonstration 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 frightened 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 sentiments.

The Dragonoid found himself smiling behind his helmet.

"Wise words, Chief Wyllam."

"Well, you get to be as old as I am without learning a thing or two."

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. Then finally, having served its purpose the abyssal gateway evaporated.

Without the obsidian backdrop, the two shapes that had come forth could more clearly be seen.

Immediately all eyes were drawn to the strangers.

Each stood seven feet tall with broad frames and clad in a full set of plate armour. The armour was robust with a menacing look to it. The metal was tarnished, blackened as if exposed to high heat. With sharp lines and possessing numerous pointed protrusions along the edges of the plates.

The helmet was tall, almost elongated, with a look like the skull of a horse. From the forehead, it appeared a sword had been lodged 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. Its counterpart was smooth but for the rows of gleaming tipped spikes.

The fingers of the left hand were excessively long. Their semblance was more akin to bendable knives than fingers. From just above the wrist a pair of nearly foot-long blades extended out over the hand. While the opposite hand had been removed entirely. In its place was the near three-foot blade of a broad sword. The blade spun in a slow continuous motion from its mounting as if to conjure up a whirlwind.

In the sight of these silent warriors, the villagers held their collective breath. An unspoken fear beginning to take root.

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

"There is no need to fear, 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."

The Dragonoid shifted his focus to said golems, "Kneel."

As commanded the twin suits of armour lowered themselves to the ground. Approaching the golems Tiberius circled around to stand behind one. 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 trepidation. 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 intended for labor. This type of golem is created for a singular purpose, war. Strong, dependable, and utterly deadly, Blade Golems make for efficient warriors, or in this case guardians. So it is that I have brought them here.

Should the village ever be faced with the threat of attack again, these golems will act in your defense and work tirelessly to eliminate the threat."

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 protection."

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 chieftain. For several long moments, Chief Wyllam stood flummoxed with how just to respond to this.

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

"You owe me nothing. But now if you will excuse me, I must take my leave."

"You're leaving?"

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

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

Chief Wyllam turned, his eyes taking in the faces of the people around him. Seeing their raw emotions on display, he made a mental note to speak with Enri at a later point and thank her for this great boon she had bestowed upon them all.

As the village chief busied himself with his thoughts, Tiberius moved away. Approaching the Guardian Overseer as she stood observing not far away.

"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. If you are leaving then I take it you will be visiting with the human 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 leaned over the dining table, her hands busied gathering the soiled tableware. In the kitchenette stood her mother, preoccupied with washing the pans clean of the morning meal. The teen looked across the table to her younger sibling. Little Nemu moved about the room with a broom in hand sweeping away any dirt she could find.

All this happened while her father remained in his seat at the head of the table.

Liam for the most part paid little attention to the goings-on around him. Instead, his attention was focused on the project he held within his grasp.

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 the bark to reveal the tender wood beneath. The shavings fell away to form a pile around his feet. This was all much to the annoyance of a certain young girl, who with a broom in hand did her best to manage 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.

Together 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.

The clattering sound the dishes made as her daughter set her cargo down on the countertop announced the arrival of more work.

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

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

"No dear, I have things well in hand."

Enri turned, leaning against the counter as her attention again focused 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 shared too.

It had been hard in the days following the attack.

Her father had spent that entire night in his chair just staring at the bolted door. On the table near him, her mother's meat cleaver. He had pilfered it from its resting spot in the draw and kept it at the ready should the need arise.

That night had been the longest in Enri's life.

After arriving home, she had been greeted by her parents. In saying that both were rather upset was putting it mildly. Never could Enri remember seeing either of them so cross.

She had quickly explained where she had gone and shown them the gifted scroll as proof. Yet that did little to alleviate their aggravation at her actions. After they had finished scolding her, she was promptly sent to bed.

Enri quickly changed and climbed into bed. But sleep did not come to her. Instead, she lay in bed, her soft brown eyes staring up at the ceiling above. Occasionally her gaze would drift about the room, the low flame of the oil lamp illuminating the space with just enough light as to not be a bother.

The teen's unsuccessful search for sleep was about to come to an abrupt halt.

The day's events had left their mark on Nemu's psyche becoming more evident in her sleep. The little girl's movements grew more erratic in her fitful slumber. Then with a frantic cry, the young girl awoke with fresh tears streaking down her cheeks.

Enri had promptly lept from the warm comfort of her bed rushed to her sister's side.

Nemu quickly latched onto her with a vice-like grip. Holding her just as tight, Enri set to the task of soothing her sibling's troubled mind.

It wasn't long after that the bedroom door was thrust open and their parents swiftly entered the room.

Sofina stood in her nightgown with a lantern in hand, her eyes wide with fright. Behind her was the girls' father and in his hand, Liam carried the cleaver at the ready, his eyes scanning the room for any danger to his children.

Once the adult's initial panic had worn off and cooler minds prevailed. The two calmed and joined their eldest daughter in comforting the younger child. So it was that together the family spent the rest of the night awake.

The following morning, Liam had escorted Enri in her chore of fetching the day's water. Something he had done every day since.

While his presence made the task much easier and finished quicker. Enri had noticed her father's almost distracted manner. The entire way through the village he had kept her close, his sharp eyes always watching their surroundings.

Even her mother's attitude had changed. At first, she had refused to let Nemu leave 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. Not counting for the tossing and turning she still did. Even her parents had calmed considerably. Their mother now allowed Nemu to leave the house to play, but she did implement a strict curfew.

However, her father continued to stay up late into the night.

Although Nemu had returned to playing with the other village children, it was under the supervision of an adult. In watching them play, Enri had noticed a subtle change had overtaken them. This was most especially apparent in her little sister.

No longer did the girl have quite the same flare as she had before. She didn't try to wander off by herself as she had often done to avoid her chores. Nemu didn't even argue anymore about having to do her chores. Now she stuck closer to home and often came home well before her curfew of sundown.

At some point, Sofina had jested that perhaps Nemu was finally maturing. But in the back of their minds, they knew the true reason for the girl's change in behavior.

As for Enri herself, like the others, she had not come through the recent events unscathed.

She had noticed a change in her own behavior. Often Enri found herself always keeping her back to the wall when indoors. When a door would open a wave of uneasiness would follow. Then certain sounds had come to bother here when before they never had. Enri clearly recalled how the cry of a lamb had sent her heart racing and set a pit forming in her stomach.

Although the trauma had brought its share of nightmares. None of them had been so bad as to send her waking in tears or with screams. Though she did find herself tangled in the sheets, her nightgown damp with sweat.

Yet Enri counted herself amongst the lucky ones. She still had all her family where others could not say the same.

Absentmindedly, Enri reached to the small pocket inside the light overshirt she wore. Within the teen felt the reassuring form of the magic scroll safely out of sight.

She carried the scroll with her at all times during the day. At night, Enri kept it close, tucked away beneath her pillow. Enri knew she did this out of fear. Yet its presence and the promise which it symbolized kept that fear at bay.

"Enri…"

The sound of her father's voice cut through her thoughts.

"Umm, what?"

"I said would you hand me that knife," Liam's outstretched hand pointed to another even smaller knife on the far end of the table.

"Oh, sure dad."

Taking her hand away from the hidden scroll, Enri pushed off from the counter on which she had been leaning. Crossing the small room, she plucked the small carving knife from its resting place on the table. Then strode back to the end to deposit the item into her father's waiting hand.

"Thank you, Enri."

The young woman smiled.

Remaining close by, the teen watched as Liam worked on the wooden blank. Her eyes following the movement of his hands as they skillfully maneuvered the knife and the wood. As the excess material was removed the final shape of the smoking pipe began to emerge.

Enri liked watching her father work. It was something she had done as a young girl, it was relaxing. It was 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 too 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. Her knuckles turning white.

Subconsciously at her sister's statement, Enri's hand sought out the comfort of the unseen scroll nestled in her pocket.

"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, "It's nothing bad. Here, just listen to the ringing."

Nemu sat, craning her head so as to better hear the noise.

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

Gently Liam rubbed his child's back as she pressed against him. "See if it were anything 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.

Her father was right. If something bad was on the way then wouldn't there be a flurry of activity within the village?

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

However, yet another interruption came with a knock at the door.

Sofina turned in her rocking chair, her blue eyes finding their way to the door.

"Who could that be?"

Liam looked up from his work-in-progress pipe, puzzlement clear upon his face. Looking to his wife, the man could only shrug for an answer.

As the family sought answers amongst themselves, it seemed whoever was at the door was growing impatient. Another series of knocks echoed through the home.

Seeing none of her relatives making a move, Enri promptly spoke up.

"I'll get it."

Leaving her spot at her father's side, the teenager rounded the table and made her way towards the door. Lifting the peg from the lock, Enri lifted the latch and turned the knob. The door swung open wide allowing the bright sunlight to illuminate the dim interior of the home.

"Good morning, may I come in?"

Enri froze at the sound of the speaker's voice. Her eyes adjusting to the light gazed upon the armoured figure.

"Oh, yes of course."

From their positions within the room, the rest of the family watched as the teen stepped aside and allowed their visitor to enter. Their eyes widening with surprise as the guest passed through the threshold and into their lives for the second time.

At the sight of the figure clad in silver armour, Liam hastily rose from his seat at the table. The unfinished pipe and tools were left upon the table.

Across the room, Sofina left the comfort of her rocking chair and moved to join her husband. Taking her place at his side, the matriarch offered a pleasant smile in greetings.

While Tiberius had been received by the elder members of the family it left him wondering where the youngest member was.

The answer to his question came as the young girl entered the room from the short hall which leads to the back of the house.

Upon returning to the room, Nemu was too preoccupied with making sure her outfit was in order to take notice of the new arrival. This changed when the girl, satisfied with her work, lifted her head and observed the family's guest.

The girl's eyes went wide like saucers and a gleeful smile spread across her features.

"You're back! You're back!"

Nemu's enthusiastic voice carried across the house nearly as fast as feet carried her. However, the girl's frantic pacing was quickly arrested when her mother's hands took hold of her. At which point Nemu turned to stare up at her parent with a pout.

Clearing his throat the family patriarch stepped forwards.

"Please forgive us, we didn't know it you that had arrived. We thought it was just another trader passing through. If we had known we would have prepared a proper welcome."

The Dragonoid raised his gauntlet-clad hand cutting off the man's words.

"It's quite alright. I can't expect you and your family to always be on beck and call."

The wolven helmet swiveled, his gaze flowing over the interior of the home. He was pleased to see the room in a might better shape than during his last visit. At the memory of those events, Tiberius shifted, looking to the other male.

"I must apologize, while your daughters were kind enough to provide me with their names. I do not believe I have your name or that of your wife."

The dark-haired man took a step closer to his bride, his arm encircling her shoulders.

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

The lovely woman performed a half-curtsey.

"A pleasure to meet the both of you," Tiberius addressed the pair, "I trust you are doing well? No lingering pains from your injury?"

Liam shook his head, "Oh, I am doing quite well since you saved my life. And no, I haven't had any pains."

"Good to hear. And how about the rest of your family?"

This time it was the wife who spoke.

"It has been difficult, especially at first, and it will take some time yet. But we're learning to cope."

A thin smile graced her lips as she gazed at her husband, her hand instinctively taking his into her grasp.

With a slight nod of acknowledgment, Tiberius turned towards the silent teen. The young lady stood clasping her hands and her eyes half-cast to the floor.

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

Lifting her gaze, Enri looked up to the ruby lens of the wolven helmet's eyes.

"Oh, it's just…"

"You weren't sure that I would be coming back," the Dragonoid finished as if reading the girl's thoughts, "I must express my regrets for such a delay. Your words that night gave me much to think about."

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

"But I gave you my word that I would return and so I have," Tiberius pivoted and moved closer to the old oaken table, "Already I have spoken with the chief and made arrangements for the defense of the village."

Tiberius paused, looking back at the family.

"However, there is still the matter of you and your family that has had me concerned. Which is why I bring you this."

The Dragonoid's arm disappeared into the depths of the pocket dimension which stored his inventory. It was an act that was met with varied responses.

The two adults looked on with shock at such a sight. Their elder daughter watched with clear interest. While the youngest child cried out with exuberance as she watched the act.

A moment later Tiberius' arm was returned to the material world bringing with it his gift.

A statue in the form of an armoured knight, made of some polished silver metal, its hands clasped atop a tall kite-shaped shield.

"What is it?"

Leave it to the youngest to say what was on everyone's mind without a hint of shame.

"A gift to protect your family. This statue is enchanted with the same powerful shielding spell which I cast over the storehouse that night. To activate it, you need only place your hand on the statue and repeat the words [Shield Wall]. This spell can only be used once per day."

Expressions of astonishment and disbelief 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."

"Good," Tiberius spoke with a pleased nod, "However, the statue is all but useless unless all you are gathered beneath its protections. So this is only one-half of the plan."

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

"What exactly do you mean, Sir Tiberius?"

"To protect your family when separated. I have enlisted the aid of two of my subordinates to serve as bodyguards. Your wellbeing will be their topmost concern."

This was, however, only a half-truth. As the mercenary NPC's true priority lay with whatever his desires were. So Tiberius felt this information was best left omitted.

"Though I must inform you that those selected for the task are not like any you have seen before. What I mean to say is that 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."

A palpable tension settled over the room and the family within. Their feelings about the subject were rather apparent given their body language. It seemed that the notion of nonhumans was playing upon the preconceptions which seemed so prevalent.

"Does this bother you? Many who serve me are not human."

"No."

The eyes of all those in the room fell upon the teenage speaker.

Enri's parents stared at their daughter with surprise etched upon their faces. Their eyes roaming over her face, searching for any hint of indecision and finding none.

The Dragonoid too was rather 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 in ferrying herself away from the safety of home in the night to speak with him. For her to do so, especially after suffering the day's trauma, when so many others had retreated into the solemn comforts of home.

It was admirable.

She seems to be telling the truth and perhaps she is. 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, securing itself with a click of the latch.

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. As the statue came away in his hands, Liam found its lack of weight rather surprising.

But in truth, it wasn't terribly unexpected 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 before his gaze finally settled on his eldest daughter.

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

"M-me?" Enri stammered.

"Yes, you," Liam replied, placing his hands upon his hips, "After all, you're the one who apparently prompted this act of 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 glittering brightly under the light of the afternoon sun. Passed him a small crowd of 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.

Where before open-air now stood two strange creatures. Each of them appeared to stoop ever so slightly. Had they stood to their full height, it would likely have placed them close to six and a half feet. Their bodies were lithe yet robust with limbs covered in layers of sinewy muscle. The majority of the body was hidden from sight by their clothing, but what flesh was exposed possessed a dark blue-grey hue.

A unique trait the pair possessed was the addition of the second set of arms. These secondary arms were positioned upon their backs much like a set of wings, when resting they were even folded like wings. Although the ancillary limbs were a third shorter than their primary counterparts. They were no less brawny in appearance.

Each hand 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 or sunder metal armour like paper. Down below the creature's feet appeared roughly human-like in their overall shape. But with only three thick, yet surprisingly flexible toes. Those toes shared the same strong claws. Behind the beings, 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 total height.

Their heads were obscured beneath the helmets they wore. However, these were no mere helm of steel or hide. They were crafted of bone, masks fashioned from the skull of some fearsome beast.

To set them apart, each had taken their accessory from a different animal.

The creature on the left wore a distinct helm made from the skull of an interesting beast.

The animal from whence it came showed a mix of reptilian and canine traits. The overall shape was wolf-like with its lengthy and broad snout with an upper jaw lined by tale-tell canine teeth. Yet there were oddities. The bridge of the snout had an odd rippled pattern to the bone. Like waves on the ocean. Set behind the open nasal cavity was a small horn an inch in height. Atop the skull was a set of curled ram-like horns.

From the empty eyes, a pair of blue-green eyes stared out at the family.

The helm belonging to the other was markedly different. This skull appeared almost horse-like. Broad and elongated with a pair of narrow slit-like nostrils. Where the typical flat horse teeth should be, instead a row of dagger-like fangs jutted forth. The area above the eye sockets was raised to form prominent ridges. The valley between these thick crests of bone divided the helm neatly down the middle.

This creature gazed upon the world with a pair of yellow-green eyes.

The vestments adorning them were simple. Yet no less intimidating.

Strips of aged leather were wound about their feet to protect the soles. But the wraps left their heels and toes free. Covering their 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 befittingly worn by some noble than these fierce creatures. Fingerless gloves protected their hands, both sets of them. Around their necks, a scarf of tattered cloth embroidered with a golden spiral pattern. Over these outfits, each was blanketed by several layers of ragged cloaks. The outermost layer was made of fur with a ring of black feathers around the collar.

The macabre theme of bone was carried over to the rest of their makeshift armour. A ramshackle collection of bones and metal.

Covering the shirt, their body was gird in the bleached ribcage of some other beast. Numerous cracks in the ribs had been repaired with small metal staples. Or mended with plaster creating a dimpled surface. Upon their forearms were vambraces of leather, attached to the bands were a number of long bones. A similar setup was worn on their shins. The knee pads each wore were of dented and blackened steel, likely having been salvaged from a suit of plate armour.

For offense, each of the pair carried an array of weaponry.

Slotted into a banded holster on their outer thighs was a set of throwing daggers. Hanging from their belts was a collection of larger blades. With handles carved from ivory into a variety of ornate totems. Upon their lower backs, jutting out from the tattered cloth were the handles of the twin pair of curved cleaver-like short swords.

Within YGGDRASIL these creatures were known as Astral Hunters.

According to the lore provided by the game developers, Astral Hunters were a fearsome race of nomadic beings. 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 each hunt, the Hunter would claim a trophy from its chosen quarry to bind the prey's prowess to 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 basic subroutine in the A.I that governed them.

However, it appeared 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 truth was rather simple, Astral Hunters were one of Tiberius' favorite monsters in YGGDRASIL.

The collective gaze of the gathered humans remained locked upon the pair of fear-inducing nonhumans.

Some of the villagers had expressions of fear and concern. Others even wore looks of revulsion. But overall the majority had looks that showcased 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, Nemu 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 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 nonhumans.

"Uh, nice to meet you," the Hunters remained impassive, "I'm Enri and this is my sister 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 were harsh akin to a guttural growl. It was a sound that caught the teen and her sister off-guard, earning a flinch from the pair.

"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 and her gaze again returned to the two strangers before her.

"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 and clasps 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 hindrance of the protective gear, the gathered crowd were afforded a proper look at their features.

By and large, their heads bore a resemblance to some strange crossbreed of avian and reptile. Overall the shape was similar to that of a bird of prey, something such as a hawk or eagle. Though with a more lizard-like elongation and a complete lack of any feathers. Instead, their heads were covered with leathery dark blue-grey flesh. Upon their snouts, there were streaks of turquoise highlights which looked like war paint.

Overlapping reptilian scales encircled the eyes, with broader and more spine-like scales upon their brows. These thickened scales were smattered along the sides and back of the head. Upon the slope of the forehead was a trail of fine white hairs forming a mohawk that swept back over the head and down the back of the neck.

Running along the length of their wide arrow-shaped 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 likewise appeared to lack any modicum of fear as she stood before the nonhumans. 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 how 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 parents of the two girls 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 do 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 child continued to be fascinated by the nonhumans before her. Once she had managed to free 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 contented 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 tangible 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 anxious 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.

Oblivious to this all was the Dragonoid, though physically present his mind was elsewhere. Dwelling on thoughts of another matter.

In watching the young woman, Enri, Tiberius had come to appreciate her. She had a rather enchanting presence. Perhaps it was just the matter of her physical beauty, or maybe it was the radiant personality which she possessed. It did not matter either way. Just being around her was something the Dragonoid found quite exhilarating.

This feeling stirred something deep within the Dragonoid.

Somewhere within himself, a part of Tiberius longed to reach out and take this girl for his own. To possess her and guard, just as one would a rare treasure. To revel in the pleasant feelings that would from having her with him. And should any object then he would crush them beneath his heel.

This sudden urge left Tiberius feeling unsettled. It reminded him of the other stirrings he felt since his arrival in this world. The time he lost his temper within the Council Chamber over a perceived insult stuck out most prominent in his mind.

It seemed there was more to his new existence than he had previously thought.

Fortunately, the arrival of Yuliana provided the Dragonoid with a most welcome distraction and allowed him 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 also included the Emmot family and their two nonhuman bodyguards.

o – o – o – o

The Dragonoid stood, his eyes surveying the freshly constructed wall.

The wall encircled the entirety of the village, stretching some half-mile across. The logs stood resolute, their foundations planted securely within the earth below. At the point where Tiberius and company had entered the village now stood the tall silhouette of a gatehouse. Its large oaken doors were slightly ajar and waiting before them were the brothers, Romulus and Remus.

It appeared the whole village had turned out to inspect this new addition.

"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 throng of gawking villagers, Tiberius approached the wolf-born twins. Standing before the pair, he surveyed their handiwork with a slow sweep of his head.

"I must congratulate you two. You've done an impeccable job."

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."

"So will I."

Tiberius nodded in approval, "Very good."

The Dragonoid turned away, moving off 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.

Listening in on the conversation, Yuliana was moved by the words he shared with the two lycanthropes. It reminded her of how blessed the residents of Tyrnaust were.

For a being such as he, the Supreme One who stood above even the other Creators. For him to have chosen to stay at their side when the other Creators had been lost to them. Then for him to show such warmth and care when he interacted with them.

It was moments like this that Yuliana would make sure to imprint upon her very soul. So that they may never be forgotten.

"Yuliana, would you 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 villagers bid farewell to the Stone Golems who marched through its rippling surface.

Chief Wyllam approached from the crowd, "I take it you will be leaving now?"

"Indeed. The Blade Golems have been instructed to obey the commands of whoever is 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, the 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 deeply to the armoured figure. A gesture that was quickly adopted by the other gathered villagers. All paid homage to their protector and saviour.

"Also I will be sending another of my aides 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 between the two.

Moving away Tiberius turned his attention to the group of four humans and two nonhumans.

The Emmot family and their daunting guardians stood apart from the rest of the villagers. If one was to hazard a guess the presence of the bodyguards had something 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 keenness.

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 looked to Astral Hunters, the pair standing 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. Pausing 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 heads. 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 move. 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 transformed dragon rose to stand beside his creator.

"Is everything okay?" the Dragonoid inquired taking notice of the dragon's expression.

"It is nothing to be concerned about, it's just that your 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, reverting 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 it figures after spending all that time in the treasury 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 Yuvonkiir 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 setting 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 beautiful 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 flowed through channels in char blackened earth. Geysers spewed clouds of sulfurous gases and gouts of green hellfire sprang 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 considerable 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 before progressing.

The second location was of less importance, 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.

Deprived of any stimuli, the prisoners were left with nothing but their own thoughts and the sounds of their hammering hearts for company in the bleak abyss.

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 degree 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 distorted 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 was 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 a strange 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.

"Oh, just what have you uncovered?"

Naagoth hesitated, "In the course of my duties I have discovered an apparent block has been placed 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 progressively lower and deeper into the prison.

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 compartment was ringed with tables carved from the same stone as the walls. Scattered across the surfaces was 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 horned predatory reptile glared down at him with intense flame-coloured 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 close by.

"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.

At the far 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 insults, Yuliana had been prompted to act. 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 nonetheless 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 in his palm, 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 taste 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 thumbed 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?"

"Undeniably, 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 regarded Tiberius, her face serious.

"My lord, Mathias reports there been no intrusions beyond 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 remaining 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 skin of his arm began to blacken, blister, and liquify. Large pustules forming before popping, letting loose rivulets of thick pus-infused blood.

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. Turning his head, the Dragonoid eyed the Mind Flayer over his shoulder.

"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 was the form of the Guardian Overseer.

o – o – o – o

Liam tested the door's latch again, for the fifth time. Ensuring that the entry to his home was properly secured.

With a satisfied nod, the Emmot family patriarch turned away from the door. Crossing the room, he paused at the table, briefly he turned, his eyes falling upon the drawer in which his wife's cleaver rested. Sighing he turned back, his hand lifting the lit lantern from the table.

Within its glass cage, the flame flickered in the draft caused by the action.

Treading through the house, Liam moved softly, avoiding making any unnecessary noise. Making his way along the short hall, the man halted outside the first door.

Carefully he turned the knob and pried the door open. The hinges emitted a soft squeal. Liam opened the door just far enough for him to slip partially into the room.

Standing in the threshold, the father's dark brown eyes swept across the room's interior.

The bedroom was lit by the moonlight which streamed through the window. Finding nothing amiss his gaze sought out the room's occupants. There laying upon each of the two beds were the sleeping forms of his children.

The eldest lay curled up on her side beneath the covers. Each of her hands tucked away underneath the pillow. It was a pose he had become familiar with seeing each night he checked in on the sleeping pair.

Liam had found himself briefly wondering why she had adopted this position so often now. With a shrug, he turned away to look at the younger child.

Little Nemu lay in a tangled heap of sheets. Her limbs splayed out across the bed at seemingly odd angles. In looking at the unconscious girl, one would have to be forgiven in wondering just how she could sleep like that. However, the young girl never seemed to have any trouble. The wonders of being young and flexible.

Liam observed his daughter closely. Monitoring the slow rise and fall of her chest and the brief movements she made in her slumber. It seemed the girl's nightmares had faded to become nothing but a bad dream.

This made the father happy.

Pulling himself back into the hall, Liam closed the door and moved on. A few strides brought him to the last door at the end of the hall.

Sofina turned at the creak of the door, her hand reflexively tightening upon the handle of her hairbrush. A pleased smile overtaking her features at the sight of her husband entering the room.

"Well, this is certainly a change."

Liam paused, his face adopting an inquisitive 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 woman's blue eyes flicking to his hands delighted to see that he wasn't carrying the cleaver with him.

The man moved to place the lantern upon the small nightstand on his side of the bed. Taking a seat upon the edge of the bed, Liam let out a low groan in doing so. Lifting his leg, he went about removing his shoes from his tired feet. Letting them fall to the wooden floor with a dull thud.

"I don't think I'll be needing to do that anymore."

Sofina's hand maneuvered the brush through her golden locks, ridding herself of any tangles. The soft bristles passed through the hair easily, sweeping over her scalp taking with it much of the day's stress.

"So you're convinced we'll be safe?"

At his wife's question, Liam pivoted at the waist.

"I don't see how we couldn't be."

His wife set the brush down atop the dresser, perhaps a bit more forcefully than she intended. Staring out through the window glass, her sparkling blue eyes were drawn upwards to the night sky and the moon high above.

"I guess I can't help myself, it just seems too good to be true."

Liam smirked before rising from the bed. The floorboards creaking under his weight as he made the journey to join his wife.

Standing behind his wife, Liam wrapped his muscular arms about her frame, pulling her close to him. Leaning down, he gently kissed the nape of her neck before resting his head upon her shoulder.

"I know," he spoke in a soft tone, "I know how you feel. We suffered and were lucky to make it through the attack. Lucky that I get to stay with you and the girls. But Lord Tiberius has proved himself, he's provided for us and the village."

"And we have our daughter to thank for all that."

Sofina gasped when her husband's grip about her midriff tightened. Yet she didn't struggle, instead, she relaxed and leaned into his embrace with a sigh.

"I don't need any reminding of that."

Liam subconsciously felt a sharp sting of his memory and a dull throb in his gut. Wishing to be rid of it he swiftly changed the topic.

"So how are you feeling about our new company?"

As the two held each other, their thoughts drifted back to the events of the day.

The village had been abuzz with activity after the departure of Lord Tiberius and his entourage.

Some people had wandered around the exterior of the village, following along the path of the wall that now encompassed Carne Village. Others were more interested in the pair of animated suits of armour. Eyes watching their movements when Chief Wyllam had ordered the pair to stand by the gate. The formidable appearance of the Blade Golems kept any from getting too close.

Yet the real talk of the town as it were, was the two additions to the village population.

The sight of the unusual appearance of the nonhumans led many to gawk. An activity particularly popular amongst the youngsters around Nemu's age.

However, this proved to be a bit of a hassle.

The Astral Hunters didn't really seem to appreciate this. The gaze of the curious were met with glares of dominance and low warning growls. The seriousness of which they took their master's commands was quickly made apparent shortly thereafter.

Several of their neighbors had attempted to approach the family. Only to be met with gleaming blades and threats of dismemberment from the four-armed creatures.

This had the expected response. The villagers quickly backed away with gasps of shock. The husband and wife moved to intercede, doing their best to quell the fear of the others. Convincing their neighbors that they were okay was a bit of a hassle. But they managed it, coming to an agreement that for the time being they would be given their space.

Meanwhile, Enri had taken the new bodyguards aside. Speaking to them in a firm tone and explaining how such behavior was not appreciated. While the two repto-birds didn't quite relax, Enri had at least managed to get them to put away their weapons.

It was most certainly going to take some time before things calmed down.

After that, the family decided it was best if they returned home. The Astral Hunters followed close by, their keen eyes surveying everything around them.

Upon arriving at their home, the bodyguards were the first to enter –at their instance-. Stepping inside the Astral Hunters moved about the home, checking over each room in turn. At multiple times they stopped to poke or prod at something. All through this, the pair were escorted by the teenager who did her best to explain away any of their worries.

Watching this had brought a smile to the girl's mother and made her snicker. It was like observing a mother hen looking after her chicks.

Enri will make for a good mother someday.

A sudden scuffling noise pulled the pair back to the present. Sofina's eyes rose immediately to the roof overhead, but she wasn't alarmed by the sound.

"They're moving again."

Liam lifted his head from his wife's shoulder, his own dark eyes following her gaze.

"They're probably going out to patrol," this news prompted his wife to look at him, "Don't worry, the night's watchmen have already been warned to give them a wide berth. And Enri instructed them not to harm anyone."

Liam chuckled softly.

"It's surprising how fast Nemu's taken to them, particularly to the one with the blue shirt. What did she call him again?"

"Chase, she named him Chase. And you don't need to remind me of how she took to him." Sofina cut her eyes at her husband, "After all, you left it to me to tell her that she couldn't have them sleeping in her room."

Hastily her husband directed his gaze elsewhere, "Well I just felt that she'd listen to you better."

"Mmhmm."

Lowering his head, Liam once more placed a flutter of soft kisses upon his wife's neck. This brought about a surprised gasp from Sofina.

It had been a fair while since the last time the pair had been able to embrace each other in such a manner. And the pair had to admit it, they were both rather enjoying the pleasurable sensations this was bringing to them.

"It's been too long," her husband muttered into her ear.

"But what of the girls? What if Nemu has another nightmare?"

Liam nuzzled Sofina's honey blonde hair, before kissing her ear. "I already checked in on them. They're both sleeping soundly and it has been a while since she had one."

"But…"

Her words died in her throat an instant later. Maneuvering around his wife, Liam captured her lips in a passionate exchange. It was a primal dance, their tongues jousting as each asserted their dominance. Together the pair affirmed their desire and fanned the flames of their lusts. The embrace ended only when the husband and wife were forced apart by their body's longing for air.

With great reluctance, Sofina broke herself away from Liam's tantalizing hold. Turning the blonde made her way slowly towards their shared bed. Her hips rolling enchantingly with each step she took. Sashaying up to the bed, she spun around upon her heel. Facing her husband, Sofina made a show of her hands flowing over the hidden curves of her body. Reaching up she gently tugged at the ties to her nightgown, the cloth coming free to showcase much of her ample cleavage.

Then with a seductive smile and smoldering gaze. She held her arm outstretched in an open invitation to her amorous consort.

Not one to deny his wife, Liam hurriedly approached.