Yay! The whole team is finally together! Took me long enough to get them all in one place. Perhaps in the next chapter we'll learn about that fiesty assasin eh? Until next time,
D.A.
Chapter 6: Valchior's Confusion
Valchior spread out three items on a wooden table: a bucket of milk, a single egg, and a pot of flour. Out of breath he had trouble saying the words, "Here they are master chef," before collapsing into a wooden chair that looked as if it hadn't been used in years. He breathed a sigh of relief that a task had been done as the chef thanked him numerously.
"It's okay master chef sir, it's my job to complete tasks and quests for the citizens of any noble town…" but he wondered for a moment if this qualified as a quest, indeed it was a noble task to help a master chef that was cooking a cake for the duke, but he still let his mind ponder that he might have overestimated what the trials he had to face were going to be fetching things for people that, given the situation, couldn't fetch things themselves…
But his reward was great because in return for going out of his way to help the chef, the chef himself gave him several cooking lessons as the cake was made and in the oven. Valchior left the palace (after saying good-bye to the duke, chef, and servants) knowing how to make everything up to the difficulty of red-berry pies.
So Valchior ventured along until he saw an old man wearing odd clothes and carrying a walking stick with a hook fastened on the end in the shape of what looked like a question mark. Curious, Valchior approached the man.
"Greetings young man, why the mage costume? Halloween hasn't come early has it?" the old man questioned.
Valchior explained how he was the youngest mage, was facing his trials, etc. and the old man asked him if he would like to know about anything.
"Hmm… I would like to know about any quests that need done." Valchior said politely.
Just as the old man was about to answer there was a huge commotion being heard from the Lumbridge wood just behind the castle.
Valchior excused himself quickly before running into the slightly dark wood. Ashes lay everywhere as if something had been burnt, but nothing had and Valchior couldn't smell any smoke nor see any fires. But what he could see surprised him more than anything. An imp was shuddering behind a tree while two girls around his age looked as if they were doing battle, and an unconscious boy a little more matured than Valchior was laying beside a tree with a bow in one hand and a steel arrow in another. The one girl, in royal robes and bearing the mark of Varrock looked as surprised as Valchior as to their surroundings. On the other hand, the tall girl wearing armor that didn't match and was covered in dirt and a few scrapes and scratches used this distraction as an opening for an attack via her cruelly shaped sword.
Valchior saw her raise her blade and what seemed like slow motion, his hands began to glow an odd green color. As the girl was about to run into the other one with her blade small white, root-like magic cam from the ground and entrapped her. Valchior looked at his normal hands and realized that now he had another power. But now wasn't the time for that because this newly launched spell was wearing off and Valchior couldn't risk one of the two killing the other no matter what had been done.
The spell wore off and the girl with the blade was moving in just as the other drew her scimitar. Valchior swept his arms through the air and used a small air missile to bring the attacking girl into the sturdy bark of an oak tree. The other girl he telekinetically lifted into the air and asked her calmly what was going on. With the once attacking girl unconscious and tied to a tree Valchior listened to Fiona's story…