(Author's notes: Sup Beautiful People I would like to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for all the love this story is getting THANK YOU. Also special thanks to Bleach3834 for helping me brainstorm and come up with future plot points.)
Azanar Vas Elvhenan
Azanar has long crimson hair that flows like fire over his pale features. He has heterochromic eyes. His left is gold like his brother's and the other an emerald sheen. He wears a magnificent jewel incrested golden crown of Elven design and is clad in divine class gold embroidered crimson robes which are laid loosely upon the tight-fitting red and black Dragon leather armor that covers most of his body except for his Dragon bone plate gauntlets and grieves.
Haleir:
Haleir is a small elf who has slightly tanned skin, and wild shoulder-length red hair, with one green eye and the other blue. She wears a white fur cloak made from a wolf's pelt which hid most of her small frame over a white and blue tribal top and shorts. she also has two Daggers one sheathed to her lower back and one the other to her right thigh.
Mithrein:
Mithrein has fair skin, long flowing silver hair and silver eyes, and a slender yet curvy body that is as flawless as her face. to call her beautiful is an understatement. she wears a silver and blue dress that lies slightly snug against her skin.
Sylvas:
Sylvas has dark skin marked with black runes of power ending a little after his collar bone leaving his face pristine, his black hair is shaved on the left side showing off his ears with pride as the rest of his hair flows down the back of his head and rests on his right shoulder. he wears a heavy black and gold cloak topped with a wolf pelt over intricate battle mage armor.
Argon:
Argon is a giant of an elf with tan skin, light green eyes, and long black hair, which is shaved bald on the sides and styled into a ponytail reaching his lower back. He is clad in a caped gold and silver-colored set of Pathfinder full-plate Dragon Bone armor.
In The Lost City Of Lokelonde
Azanar laid back on his throne while Mithrein argued with Haleir as Sylvas watched and listened. "Absolutely not!" Mithrein said as she shook her head.
"But it's already been four days since two hundred and fifty of Evunial's tower guard was summoned out of Lokelonde. Only Evunial's Horn of Lokelonde could have done that!"
Haleir almost yelled as she continued. "Let me lead an envoy to one of the cities. we could make allies and gather intel on any recent battles involving elves." Haleir finished.
Mithrein walked over to the little Beast Master and placed a hand on her cheek. "Please understand, Haleir. We all want Evunial here with us, but we can't let our emotions get the best of us. It won't be long before the spies we sent into the cities, you and your scouts found, bring back information on them. Once they do, we can decide on our next move."
Azanar watched on as his thoughts wandered.
"(I should never have messed with Haleir's settings. Now she is getting scolded just because she is worried sick.)"
Azanar then noticed the way Mithrein had placed her hand on Haleir's cheek. "(Reminds me of how mom was with us when we were little... before...)"
"My Lord?"
Azanar's thoughts were cut short by Sylvas.
Azanar regained his focus and replied.
"Yes, Sylvas?"
"Forgive me, my Lord, but you do have the final word."
Azanar sat up in his seat and thought.
"(Hmm, Mithrein is right to be cautious, but Halier is right about making allies in this world. We need to learn the powers and limits of the beings here. And having people we can simply ask will make things easier, and so far, none of the monsters or bandits Haleir has come across were even a threat. Perhaps visiting one of the cities nearby would both help us learn about this world and take Haleir's mind off of Evunial...)"
Azanar then looked up and addressed Haleir.
"Haleir, tell me again about the neighboring cities."
"Of course, big brother, well, according to the bandits, we questioned. The cities of note are the large city to the south Re-Lobell, then to the north we have E-Asenaru, and to the east, we have Re-Estize, which is the capital and shares the same name as the country."
Just then, Azanar noticed another she-elf had walked into the room.
She then spoke with a sauntery voice.
"Splendid job, Haleir! Your information-gathering skills are wasted tending to those beasts you love so much."
She was a scantily clad woman with dark skin, purple hair, and matching eyes. Her body was curvaceous and her tight black clothes barely covered any of it.
Light purple silk scarves attempted to cover her body along with a fitted black and gold breastplate and metal panties that could barely pass for armor.
"( Valindra... Sister to Mithrein, spymaster, and the guardian of the sixth floor. One of only two of our floor Guardian with negative alignment. And if I remember correctly...)"
Azanar then looked at Mithrein, who seemed to be very annoyed.
"(They don't get along very well.)"
Valindra now stood in front of Azanar.
"It is an honor as always, my sweet Lord Azanar," Valindra said with a bow.
Azanar smiled,
"It is good to see you, Valindra I see your illusion magic is as potent as ever, that form is quite fetching but still pales in comparison to your true form."
Valindra then examined herself before smiling seductively at Azanar and speaking.
"Oh, my sweet King...your words are like honey on my skin."
She then took a few steps forward and leaned in close to Azanar before continuing.
"If you would like a closer look at my true form, I would be happy to let you examine it fully..."
The seductress's features seemed to flicker, and Azanar caught a glimpse of gray skin, white hair, and red eyes as she came even closer.
Valindra then whispered in Azanar's ear.
"In your bed chamber."
Azanar turned beet red as he started sweating. "( Holy crap I can feel her breath on my neck!)"
Just then, the Ring of Solomon on his left hand glowed, and the outside force of calming energy shined around him as Mithrein yelled out.
"Vali!! Contain yourself! Now is not the time for your foolishness."
Valindra turned and smiled mischievously at Mithrein before speaking.
"Oh dear sister, you could always join us...A little fun would do you some good, and I am sure little Haleir here would love some little nieces and nephews running around."
Both Mithrein and Haleir blushed profusely. Valindra then started laughing.
"Haha, haha What adorable reactions you two have! Haha, I was only joking, Mithri."
Mithrein's expression turned from embarrassed to annoyed.
"Dammit, Vali!! This is no time for your games."
"But I love games,"
Valindra said as she sat on Azanar's lap and laid back, resting her head next to his and placing the back of her hand on her King's cheek as she asked.
"What do you say? Want to play with me?"
Mithrein then looked at Haleir, who had covered her eyes with her hand but was peeking through her fingers. And then Sylvas, who had seemed to have noticed something. She then looked at Azanar, who had grabbed Valindra's hand and moved it from his cheek before replying.
"As tempting an offer as that is. Mithrein is right. We have far more pressing matters at the moment."
Valindra then sighed in defeat before getting up and stepping back before she spoke.
"My apologies, my King, I could not help myself."
Azanar took a few breaths before replying.
"It's quite alright. Now...What did you learn about our neighbors?"
"As sweet Haleir already said, the country we are currently located in is The Re-Estize Kingdom. On the surface, it seems to be a prosperous and peaceful country. But it is actually on the brink of civil war due to a dispute between the Royals and the Nobility that we have yet to discern. What we do know is that the working class is treated poorly and has become frustrated with the current state of affairs."
Mithrein then chimed in.
"That could be a perfect opportunity for Lord Azanar to gain allies. If we helped the two sides reconcile, we would gain access to the kingdom and its knowledge of the other countries. And we gain a foothold in the country."
Then Valindra spoke up as she covered her mouth in mocking concern.
"Oh, sweet, innocent Mithri."
Mithrein became visibly more annoyed after hearing the nickname again as Valindra continued.
"Why should our lord waste his precious time on human affairs when we could simply wait and watch them destroy themselves? We could even fan the flames of revolution, and our lord could rise as the people's champion and conquer the foolish humans."
Mithrein then spoke.
"Vali!! How could you even suggest such underhanded tactics to our King? Why treat them as enemies?"
Valindra then looked at her sister before speaking.
"Because Dear sister, they already are."
Azanar leaned forward.
"Explain."
The king command.
Valindra then looked away from her sister and focused on her king.
"The spies I sent to the large city to the south, Re-Lobell found that many of the people there look down on Elves and treat us as second-class citizens.
Furthermore when our spies questioned patrons of a local tavern while under the guise of being lost travelers they were approached by some shady characters who told them where they could find a guide.
But when they arrived they were attacked the attackers were easily subdued and after questioning revealed that they worked for an organization called the Eight Fingers.
They then revealed that they were going to sell them into slavery in another human country.
One called the Baharuth Empire, a country whose entire infrastructure is based on the backs of our people. This, my lord, is what happens when humans go unchecked."
Valindra growled.
Azanar then noticed the hate in Valindra's eyes.
"(Hmm, I can understand her pain at the idea of her people enslaved, Hell it pisses me off just thinking about it, but I can't let her rage affect strategy. We need secure allies, then power, punish..)"
He then addressed Valindra.
"I share in your pain and anger. The thought of our people in chains fills me with indescribable rage."
He said as he squeezed the armrests of his white gold throne fire danced around the lion above his throne but then dissipated as his ring glowed again, and the outside force shined around him, calming him down before he continued.
"But we cannot paint all humans with the same brush. I will not allow myself to believe that all the humans of this world would abide by such cruelty."
"But my Lord Aza.."
Valindra stopped mid-sentence as she saw Azanar raise his hand and speak.
"Evil and the will to harm are within all hearts. Elves are no more immune to their sway than humans, we cannot give in to hate if we are to forge a future in this new world. Do you understand, Valindra?"
Valindra bowed as she answered.
"Yes. Please forgive me, my Lord."
Azanar then rose from his throne and walked down to Valindra and stood her up before speaking.
"There is nothing to forgive. Your anger is justified; I plan to free all the elves of this land and rid it of our would-be oppressors but before I pass judgment on all humans I would like to meet the best of them. Now, in your investigation, did you find any nearby country that did not abide by this slavery?"
Valindra then thought for a moment before she spoke.
"Hmmm, while questioning the leader of the slave traffickers. we found that the only country they did not sell the slave to was the Roble Holy Kingdom to the southeast."
Azanar now thought for a moment.
"(Hmm, that must be the landmass I can see when I look out to the ocean. It might take a while to get there on the land, but going by sea should cut the time in half.) Then that will be the Kingdom we take our first steps into the future with."
Azanar said matter o factly before continuing.
"Haleir notify Argon to prepare for our journey and tell Arundeil to ready my ship the Vingilot and its crew to set sail as soon as possible."
Haleir could barely hold back her excitement as she replied. "Yes, Right away, Lord Brother.
Then Sylvas spoke up as Haleir ran to get ready.
"But my King, we have little to no knowledge of that kingdom. Wouldn't it be wise to look for allies in the nearby area?"
Azanar looked at his trusted adviser and answered.
"As Valindra said in her report, the internal affairs of our neighbor are in such disarray that criminal organizations can work virtually unopposed. And If I were to head east then... I would most likely skip judgment and lay waste to them all...
If the Roble Holy Kingdom is stable enough to oppose slavery, underground or otherwise actively. All the more reason to make them allies, don't you think? And if not we make an example of them."
Sylvas thought for a moment before Mithrein spoke up.
"Of Course!!"
Then everyone looked at her as she shared her revelation.
"If we dealt with the Re-Estize Kingdom now we would have to deal with both a potential civil war and the criminal elements within its walls but if we work with a stable kingdom we can then use its resources and information to understand this world better and deal with the other kingdoms."
Mithrein finished.
"( Hmmm...close enough.)"
Azanar thought before replying.
"Exactly right, my dear Mithrein."
Then Sylvas spoke as he bowed.
"Of course, my Lord, please forgive my ignorance ."
"Think nothing of it, Sylvas. Now Valindra, I would ask that you continue your information gathering in my absence I would like to know as much as possible about elves of this world I will be going to their seat of power next.
I will have an Eluvian or a Palantíri with me at all times for communication, so keep me up to date on any developments."
"Yes, my King," Valindra said with a bow before leaving.
Azanar then looked to the two remaining Elves and addressed the male.
"Sylvas notify our Steward that we require his services and tell the other guardians of my departure I would not want them to think I left without saying goodbye."
Sylvas then smiled as he spoke.
"Your kindness knows no bounds. I will see it done, my Lord."
Sylvas then turned and left as well, leaving Mithrein and Azanar.
Azanar then looked to the right of his throne, where a pedestal stood holding up a magnificent sword and its sheath—resembling The Zor'roc sword from the Eragon books.
The blade was crimson and covered in runes. Its silver cross guard was fashioned to look like the heads of two silver dragons—each grasping a jewel in its mouth, one black and one white. And adorning the end of its hilt was yet another radiant jewel, this one a brilliant sapphire that seemed to pulse with power.
Azanar raised his hand, and the blade and sheath floated into his grasp.
"Gonna need the guild weapon for what comes next."
He said sheathing the sword and attaching it to his hip before addressing the beautiful Elf next to him.
"I am heading to the treasury to procure some items for my trip please accompany me."
The High King said as he walked past Mithrein, who simply nodded before she followed after.
Azanar and Mithrein now stood in a grand hall and, at its end, stood an imposing figure guarding a magnificent gold-encrusted silver door.
The figure had long flowing golden hair, light skin, and blue eyes.
He was wearing white robes under silver and gold armor resembling that of Glorfindel from the Lord of the rings series. He had two beautiful blades on his back one blue and silver, the other gold and green.
The golden elf smiled as he noticed the two elves approaching.
"Ah, my king and Lady Mithrein!! it is so good to see you. Tell me what brings you to our glorious treasury."
The Elf said with a bow, his smile still evident.
Azanar and Mithrein stopped in front of the Guardian of the Treasury.
"( Fenrein protector of the Treasury and a level 100 Magic Hex Blade Master.)"
Mithrein then smiled.
"Fenrein! It is good to see you too."
She said as she stopped in front of Fenrein before continuing.
"Our King is going on a trip and would like to take a few things."
Fenrein then looked at Azanar before speaking.
"Is this true, my Lord? You are leaving us?"
Azanar then waved his hands as he spoke.
"Only for a little while, I will be back soon, Fenrein."
The gold elf sighed in relief. "Oh, I was worried we had displeased you somehow. But I am relieved that is not the case. If it is the Treasury you seek my Lord, you already bare The Blade of Lokelonde, you need only speak the passphrase, and all the Treasures of Lokelonde will be at your fingertips!"
Azanar stepped in front of great doors and spoke.
"Im i naru aran plura erain or erein -o Lokelonde"
( Here stands the Crimson King of Lokelonde.)
Just then the gold doors shined brightly and opened.
Azanar now stood before a long hall that was misty and dark with all past its threshold seemingly mirage-like.
Both Fenrein and Mithrein looked down the hall expectantly.
"( Though we can't teleport into the Treasury with a Jewel of Lokelonde, it is necessary to have two players present with one to pass into the Treasury without being affected by 9th-tier illusion magic and poison mist that fills this hall. Although you can bypass that by having the Guild Weapon or Evunial's Ring of Thought and Memory world item.)"
Azanar then looked at the other elves at his side before speaking. "Mithrein, let us continue. Fenrein, we will be back soon."
Fenrein then bowed as he spoke. "Of course, my Lord, I will await your return."
The two elves then entered the doorway and disappeared into its darkness. The duo emerged on the other side into a beautiful white and gold room. Weapon racks and mannequins clad in powerful armor lined the walls and treasure chests filled with jewels lay amongst the mountains of gold coins covering the ground.
Azanar walked past the bounty and up to a table covered in items neatly and methodically placed. Mithrein stood next to him in awe as he started putting items into his inventory.
Azanar smiled as he noticed the look on her face.
"Oh, that's right. You have never been in here before, have you Mithrein?"
Mithrein shook off her amazement and replied.
"No, my Lord, only the Evanuris were ever permitted into such places. Someone such as I am not worthy of taking the same steps as gods."
Azanar stopped grabbing items and looked at Mithrein.
"(There goes that God thing again...it's only a matter of time before that bites me in the ass. Best if I nip this in the bud before it becomes a problem.)"
"Mithrein.."
He started but then saw something on the table that took his attention. Stands meant for rings sat on the table, but two rings were missing.
"Huh, he must have taken them,"
Azanar said as he picked up the one of the remaining ring and examined it.
Mithrein then leaned in close with curiosity and inquired.
"Took what? My Lord?"
Azanar then put the band on his right ring finger and showed it to Mithrein. The ring was silver, gold, and covered in runes of enchantment.
Mithrein recognized the band.
"That's one of the Great Rings of Lokelonde made by you and Lord Ninja. Torthgúl The Ring of Domination. Father to the lesser rings of domination worn by Valindra and her Nazgul. It gives power to my words and allows me to compel others."
Mithrein said before looking at the ring on her finger.
Azanar smiled before he replied.
"That's right, Mithrein, and it looks like Evunial has its twin Valainya. Mother to yours and Sylvas's rings."
Azanar then noticed an empty space on the table filled with the guild's most powerful items. Azanar moved in for a closer look while Mithrein followed. When the Duo reached the table, Mithrein was taken aback as she stuttered.
"The...These are world Items.."
Azanar looked over the Exotic Items.
"Hmmm, yes... And it would seem we are missing one."
Mithrein looked at the bare spots and then at her king before speaking.
"Did Lord Evunial take it?"
Azanar pressed his finger to his chin.
"He must have. He is the only other member besides me who can enter here as he pleases. All other members must have permission from one of us, or the door won't open."
Mithrein, still looking at Azanar, asked.
"What kind of item is it?"
Azanar then leaned on the table as he answered.
"It is called the Blade of Khaine, but it's also known as the God Slayer. It's a type of living weapon that takes the form best suited to its wielder. Evunial got it off of a world boss in Helheim while working with some Heteromorph players. It negates magic and what's more, The more magic power its target possesses, the more damage it can inflict, but for every attack, it lands it casts a powerful random status effect on its wielder and tries to corrupt and consume their soul."
Mithrein got a worried look on her face.
"Why would Lord Evunial risk using such a weapon?"
Azanar smiled reassuringly.
"Oh, don't worry about Evunial he tested that thing against me without breaking a sweat. As long as he is wearing Valainya, The Blade of Khaine's negative effects are very manageable."
Mithrein sighed in relief as Azanar thought to himself.
"(So Evunial has four world items on him..that leaves the nine other world Items the guild found. Plus the ones I have with me. And the four that the Dwarf guild Forgemasters of Eternity gave to us when they went offline. Those should still be in Ninja's workshop. Which leaves us thirteen to work with.)"
Mithrein then inquired. "Will you be taking a World Item as well, my King?"
Azanar stared at the table for a moment before answering.
"Well... given our current situation, there is no reason to believe that we were the only guild sent to this world. This means there could be other World Items already here. So for the sake of caution...I will. Now, which ones should I take."
A few minutes later, Azanar and Mithrein exit the Treasury and stand Before Fenrein once again. Fenrein Bowed before speaking. "My King. Was everything in order?"
Azanar nodded before replying.
"Yes, but I do have a question. Who was the last person to enter the Treasury?"
Fenrein then answered.
"High Commander Evunial and Forge Master Ninja were the last ones to enter before you, My King."
Azanar thought for a moment.
"(Well, that explains all the missing rare materials and ore. Hmm, what were those two doing?)"
Fenrein then spoke up. "Is everything alright, my lord?"
Azanar snapped out of thought and answered.
"Yes, just thinking...Ah, Fenrein, while I am away, please assist Mithrein and Sylvas with anything they may need."
Fenrein bowed his head as he answered.
"As you wish, my King."
Azanar then continued.
"Also could you accompany Mithrein to the Docks I will meet you there soon I want to check on something."
"Of course, my Lord," Fenrein said.
"Thank you, Fenrein," Azanar said while smiling.
"But, My lord.." Mithrein began, but Azanar Teleported before she could finish.
The next moment Azanar was high in the air on the tenth floor, which on one side had a vast mountain range based on the Misty Mountains of the Lord of the rings series. And on the other beautiful lowlands complete with rivers and roads made to look like the mythical land of Sovngarde with a grand drinking hall sitting at its center.
Azanar looked on as the wind blew over the massive trees on the mountainside and down into the lowlands.
"(Wow, this floor never ceases to amaze me. Ninja's attention to detail is incredible.)"
Azanar then floated toward the mountains.
"If he were working on something, it would be in his workshop."
Azanar then disappeared again and reappeared in a sprawling underground city that was held up by hundreds of pillars throughout and made to Look like the great dwarven city of Moria from the lord of the rings series.
Azanar stood in front of the high doors to Ninja's workshop and looked out into the city.
"This place seems so lonely.. when I get back, I think I will use some of the items we got from the Forgemasters of Eternity to summon some dwarves to liven this place up."
Azanar then turned and entered the door. On the other side, he was greeted by the sound of hammers falling on metal as elves garbed in blacksmith aprons forged armor and weapons.
At the head of the great hall stood a massive forge that spat white flame and a gold anvil with veins of pulsing emerald energy. And hammering on the said anvil was a grizzled high elf.
The bald elf was shirtless, which showed off his chiseled frame and the intricate tattoos of power that covered his chest and went down his arms and back. He was wearing a Spartan warrior belt and sandals. He had a white beard and silver eyes. His face was scarred, and the top of his right ear looked like it had been cut off.
"(What could Grigori possibly need The Heaven's Forge and The Anvil of the Void for?)"
Azanar thought to himself as he walked up to the Elf who despite noticing his King continued hammering.
Once Azanar was directly in front of Grigori, the aged Elf spoke as he kept bringing his hammer down upon metal.
"Well, if it isn't the High King. If you are here for the currency that you wanted to be made from those metals, you transmuted the little redhead already took the latest batch."
Azanar then shook his head as he spoke.
"I am here for something else."
Grigori continued hammering as he spoke.
"Hmm, then this had better be good Sire. I am in the middle of something."
Azanar was taken aback as he thought.
"( Oh yeah! Ninja wrote him to be gruff with everyone except Mithrein. It's actually kinda refreshing.)"
Azanar then continued.
"And this something wouldn't happen to have anything to do with why Ninja and my brother took a great deal of our rarest ores out of the Treasury, would it?"
Grigori then stopped hammering and looked at Azanar annoyed before replying. "Of course it does! I am the one they have building the damn thing!"
Azanar then asked. "What thing?"
Grigori's look changed from annoyed to confused before he spoke.
"Wait... they didn't tell you?... Damn!! Leave it to those two to be so wrapped up in their grand plans that they forget to tell the one person we need to make the damn thing anything more than an oversized paperweight."
Azanar gave Grigori a blank stare while blinking In confusion before he looked down at the strange metal being worked on the anvil.
"What is this I've never seen a metal like this before."
Grigori looked at the metal and then back at Azanar.
"Lord Ninja called it Caloric Stone it's strong as all hell but a pain to work with. Only other world Items can shape it."
Azanar took a step back.
"Wait this is one of the world Items from the Dwarf guild?"
Grigori looked up at Azanar before he continued.
"That's right there is apparently only one way to get the stuff but those tight-lipped Dwarves refused to share that information."
Azanar then looked at Grigori's hammer. It looked like the Hammer of Sigmar from the War Hammer series.
"So that means that...that hammer is a World Item as well."
Grigori looked annoyed again.
"What? Of course, it is. Have you not been listening? This is The World Builder's Hammer. Without it, I couldn't shape this ore."
Azanar thought for a moment before he replied.
"( What could they have possibly been trying to craft using four World Items?) Um, Grigori? You said they needed me to complete it...where is it?"
Grigori put the hammer down and sighed.
"Follow me."
He said as he walked behind the great forge where an Eluvian sat against the wall.
Grigori spoke as they walked through the magic mirror and into a massive cavern.
"Now just so you know. it's not done yet. I am still working on its core. So don't go trying to rush me because you can't rush perfection."
Azanar stood in awe as he looked to the center of the cavern.
"( You gotta be friggin kidding me!! It's friggin huge!)"
In the center of the cave stood an enormous gold and white Clockwork Golem surrounded by hundreds of smaller clockwork Golems made of varying metals and ranging from 12 to 25 feet tall.
"I know this design,"
Azanar said as they inspected the closest Golem.
Grigori then folded his arms as he spoke.
"You should. It's yours. I overheard Evunial telling Ninja that he had found the schematics while visiting you. He figured you had given up on it due to a lack of time and wanted to surprise you. Ironically he didn't have time to complete them either."
Azanar was taken aback.
"(Wow, this is amazing! Thanks, little brother, and you too Ninja.)"
"Hmm, these smaller automatons were all made using common ores,"
Azanar said as he took a closer look.
Grigori nodded his head as he spoke.
"Yes due to Caloric Stone being a limited resource and time-consuming to mold, it was used sparingly. All the cores for the Clockwork Golems were made from it. But only the strongest were reinforced with it. Instead of using our rare prismatic ore, They were supposed to ask you to transmute the lesser metals into Adamantite with the Philosopher's Stone world item once we were done building the damn things but of course, that never happened."
Azanar held up one of the jewels around his neck the blood-red jewel seemed to glow in his hand.
"(So they wanted to use my world item too huh?)"
He then scratched his head while smiling sheepishly before asking.
"Well, how long do you think before it's finished?"
Grigori groaned as he looked at the Elven King.
"Without rushing I mean," Azanar said quickly while sweating.
Grigori thought for a moment before he replied.
"Once I finish the core, Should be about a month. Though I should have the smaller ones ready to roll out in a few days."
Azanar looked back at the giant metal automaton and spoke.
"That's not bad I should be back by the time they are all complete. In the meantime, have the ones you finish set to patrol in and outside the city."
Grigori then looked at Azanar with Interest. "Oh.. are you leaving?"
Azanar nodded as he replied.
"Yeah... Thought I would go out and experience this New World in order to better understand it."
Grigori crossed his arms and rubbed his chin as he looked Azanar up and down before he spoke.
"Hmmm, Are you going dressed like that?"
Azanar looked at his armor before replying. "What's wrong with my Armor?"
Grigori sighed as he answered.
"Nothing but how can you experience a world when you look as if it should bow before you."
Azanar took a step back and responded. "What do you mean Grigori?"
Grigori took a moment to think before he spoke.
"Hmm well if you wish to experience this world for what it really is. You can not do it as a king...is what I think anyway."
"( Hmm maybe I should go in disguise. Announcing myself as a King of Elves before I learn more about this world might have unforeseen consequences.)"
Azanar thought to himself.
"I could try one of the Armor sets I put together for my Archmage warrior class." Azanar thought out loud.
Grigori then spoke.
"Well before they started on Gigantar those two made a pair of armors to test what these world Items could do. One for Evunial and one for you. And I believe they are the greatest armors in all of Lokelonde."
Azanar then replied. "Show me."
Grigori then nodded and gestured for Azanar to follow before the two went back through the Eluvian.
On the other side, the two walked passed the forge and into the armory. The Armory held many powerful sets of armor laying upon mannequins but two in the far back stood out among them. They seemed to radiate power.
The one on the right had a golden plate laid upon crimson fabric with a gold embroidered red hooded cloak and was made to resemble the dragon hunter armor from the Dragon age series. And the one on the left had a gold and silver plate laid upon the white and blue fabric.
It had a long blue hooded cape with a magnificent cloak made from the pelt of a white lion. The armor resembled the armor worn by Alastar the White Lion from the War Hammer series.
Azanar was taken aback as he looked at the two Glorious sets of Armor.
Azanar approached the red armor and examined it.
"( This is the Dragon Hunter Armor from Dragon age Inquisition. It might be a retro game but it has one of my favorite Armor sets of all time.)"
Azanar then looked at the blue armor.
"( And this one is from the War Hammer series... Haha he really likes fur cloaks.)"
Azanar then thought out loud.
"Evunial and Ninja really outdid themselves...The stats on these things are insane. They are easily Divine Class Items."
Grigori then spoke.
"Yes, and they designed the Armor of the Scarlet King to specifically complement your abilities and job classes."
Azanar then took a step back before speaking.
"Hmm, they did huh..."
《EQUIP GREATER ITEM》
The red armor and helmet then disappeared from the mannequin and reappeared on Azanar. The Elven king then examined himself in the Eluvian before bringing his hand up to his face causing his helmet to disappear and his long red hair to flow down his back. He then turned to the Master Smith.
"How do I look?"
Grigori looked his king up and down again before replying.
"Like a warrior of legend my King...Now get out of my workshop! I have work to do."
Azanar smiled and laughed a bit as he replied.
"Haha of course Grigori I will miss you too."
Azanar then teleported leaving Grigori shaking his head as he smiled.
Azanar now floated above the gates to the Docks as the afternoon sun shined down on the beautiful sprawling city.
Azanar looked out to the harbor which was filled with the Glorious white and gold Drake Ships of The Great Navy of Lokelonde. And in the center of the harbor the massive battleship the Alcarondas floated majestically like a mountain on the sea.
The White and gold flawless 5-mast 210 big gun galleon with its white dragon figurehead dwarfed all other ships in the Harbor.
He then looked down at the docks and saw his ship the Beautiful Vingilot being loaded with supplies. Elegantly crafted from Red Greater Iron Wood and held together using golden true steel. The 3-mast 110 gun galleon with its Emerald Dragon figurehead stood out even among the splendor around it.
"Looks like they are almost done with the preparations," Azanar said as he descended.
Down on the docks, elves brought cargo through Eluvians onto the Beautiful battleship while Fenrein, Mithrein, and Haleir conversed.
When the High King landed Haleir was first to greet him.
"Lord Brother!"
She yelled as she ran up to him with Mithrein and Fenrein following after.
"We were almost done but then Arundeil thought it would be a good idea to take extra supplies just in case. And now it's taking forever!"
Azanar smiled placing his hand on her head as he replied.
"Oh, I am sure it hasn't been that long."
Mithrein then chimed in.
"My Lord is all well? You left the treasury in such a hurry that I was worried something had happened."
Azanar looked at the silver beauty with a confused look before realizing what she meant.
"Hmm? Oh, that...It was nothing. Evunial and Ninja were just making improvements to the Golems using items from the treasury. They also made me this set of armor."
Fenrein then spoke.
"That is a magnificent set of armor, my king. But where is your crown?"
Azanar then answered.
"Ah well...Grigori suggested that I Omit my kingship till I better understand the world so for now when we are outside Lokelonde I would appreciate it if you would refer to me as Lord instead of King."
Just then an elf in pirate attire addressed the group as he walked up to them.
"I don't know how you plan on keeping your kingship a secret when we are taking a ship as glorious as the Vingilot."
He had a tan, sun-kissed skin with blue eyes and shoulder-length auburn hair. He had a gold hoop earring in his right ear and was wearing a black tri-cornered pirate's hat with an Eagle feather, a black shirt with puffed sleeves with a deep v showing off his chiseled chest, and the scar across it, tan breeches held up by a black leather belt with a gold Buckle which also held his runed silver cutlass and duel pistols. And lastly black leather boots with gold buckles.
Azanar thought for a moment before replying.
"(Arundeil my Swashbuckling Npc. I put so much time and effort into him and the Vingilot...)" "Do you think we should take another ship Arundeil?"
Arundeil laughed as he replied.
"Ha absolutely not. I am just saying don't be surprised when they call you a king even if you tell them otherwise...My lord."
Mithrein then Addressed Arundeil.
"You should speak with more respect when addressing our King, Arundiel."
Then Arundeil quickly retorted with a sly smile.
"And you, my silver dove should loosen up. You would be even more attractive."
Mithrein then scoffed.
"And why would I care about what you find attractive."
Arundeil then smirked
"Oh?? Because our King would find it just as attractive."
Mithrein then looked at Azanar as her face turned red.
"My King? Is this true?"
Azanar who had been becoming more and more embarrassed as the conversation went on buried his face in his right hand before he finally erupted.
"Enough!!"
The group bowed and all together apologized.
"Forgive us, my King!!"
Azanar then raised his hand beckoning them to stand before he spoke.
"All is forgiven. Now Arundeil are your preparations complete?"
Arundeil then nodded as he answered.
"Yes My King."
Azanar then smiled as replied.
"Excellent let's be on our way... Hmm"
Azanar then noticed something before continuing.
"Haleir? Where is Argon?"
The small elf then answered.
"Oh, he was speaking with the Admiral a moment ago."
Azanar then rubbed his chin as he thought out loud. "Hmm, Malekith?
Just then, he noticed the two elves in question, making their approach. The giant of an elf Argon kneeled before his King as his companion a dark elf bowed elegantly.
He was in the full military dress of a navy admiral. He was wearing a cocked hat, a gold embroidered dark red coat with a white collar and cuffs, and a single pauldron on his left shoulder with the face of a golden lion carved into it.
He was also wearing black trousers and boots. He had black hair, tan skin, and green eyes.
The Admiral spoke as he finished his bow.
"My King. Argon has informed me of your plan to visit the Roble Holy Kingdom. And I would like to announce that your navy stand stands ready to sail with you."
Azanar raised an eyebrow as he replied.
"Oh? And what do you believe my intentions for visiting them are?"
Malekith then spoke.
"Well, to conquer them, of course. My king. I've heard of the horrors our people endure here.
Azanar sighed before replying.
"No. This is not an invasion. Not yet. We will be bringing this world and its elves into a new era. But first I wish to judge the humans of this world... To see if any are worthy to join us. The Roble Holy kingdom will be their only opportunity to impress me. We will bring them into the fold if so. Conquer them if not."
Malekith then straightened up and bowed before speaking.
"Of course, my Lord, please forgive me for assuming the will of a god."
Azanar then took a step back as he thought.
"(There it is again! How should I go about this? I don't want them to see me as a god, but I don't want to lose their loyalty either. Hmmm)"
Haleir then stepped in front of Azanar with a worried look. "Brother? Are you ok?"
Azanar then looked at her and smiled as he patted her head.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but I think it's time to tell you all the truth."
The group then leaned in very intrigued as Azanar continued.
"Neither the members of Evanuris nor my brother and I are gods. There is but one true creator of all worlds, and we were simply chosen to be blessed with incredible power along with the right to rule Lokelonde and its Trees of Life. We must protect all his innocent creatures and bring light to the dark."
The group of powerful Elves just stared at the King while processing the new information.
Azanar started sweating as he panicked on the inside.
"(Oh crap, what did I just do! Did I break their faith in me? Oh, crap!)"
Then Mithrein stepped in front of Azanar and spoke.
"What is he called? The True Creator."
Azanar then stood tall and answered.
"He is called by many names, and I will teach you them all in good time, but for now, I will tell you the name our people call him. Eru Ilúvatar."
Mithrein then smiled and took a step back and spoke.
"Praise Eru Ilúvatar and his Chosen King Azanar."
All the Elves then bowed before their king.
Azanar then sighed in relief before raising his hand, beckoning the group to rise.
"I want you to share this with all the citizens of Lokelonde.
Mithrein nodded as she replied.
"Of course, my King, I will see it done."
Azanar smiled brightly before speaking.
"Excellent! I can always count on you, Mithrein."
This caused the Silver-haired Elf to blush as she tried to keep her composure while the King continued.
"I can rest easy knowing that the Steward will have both you and Sylvas at his side while I am gone."
Mithrein then bowed as she replied.
"There are no words for such an Honor."
Azanar then heard approaching footsteps as another elf spoke up from behind.
"My sentiments exactly young Mithrein."
Azanar turned to see a hunched-over dark elf with his hands behind his back, walking next to Sylvas, he was bald except for thin eyebrows and a curled, silver goatee, and he had piercing yellow eyes.
His broad, hunched shoulders and crooked back made him appear to be a feeble old man. He wore a white and black coat with a red inner lining, over a white shirt with two thin black belts, as well as white gloves and calf-high black boots. His shirt was buttoned, and the coat had black lining on its edges.
Azanar thought to himself as the dark elves continued their approach.
"(Xehanort the Wise, our most powerful and intelligent NPC besides Calagon and is the Steward of Lokelonde. I think Imin designed him to be almost exactly like a character designed by one of his ancestors for a game series from the twenty-first century. He was written to be a brilliant strategist and incredible mage...Did he come just to see us off)"
Xehanort and Sylvas then came to a stop in front of Azanar.
Xehanort then spoke.
"Sylvas has made me aware of your plans to leave for the Holy Kingdom. And though it is an honor beyond words to watch over Lokelonde in your absence. I must ask. Why go yourself? It seems rather reckless...especially for you, my King."
Azanar thought about Xehanort's words before replying.
"(Hmmm, he is right. Usually, I would be more cautious but given the situation...) I believe for me to understand this world's people and act accordingly, I should see it firsthand. A report can only convey so much."
Xehanort looked to be in thought before a smile crept onto his face, and he threw his hands up in a dramatic manner as he spoke.
"Magnificently said Lord Azanar. Thank you for alleviating the worries of a foolish old elf."
Azanar laughed a bit and replied.
"Ha, I don't believe there is a foolish bone in your body Xehanort."
Xehanort then retorted with a kind smile. "We were all young once, my King."
Azanar smiled back and then looked to the rest of the Elves as he spoke.
"If that is all, then I am off, and If anyone needs me, you may contact me at any time."
Azanar then turned around and entered the Eluvian leading onto the ship.
Xehanort's kind smile faded away, leaving a concerned look on the elder elf's face. He then turned to The Admiral and spoke.
"Malekith has the navy stay prepared in case our King requires it."
Malekith nodded before he spoke.
"Of course Master Xehanort."
Xehanort then looked to Mithrein.
"Mithrein, I would like you to look over Lokelonde's defenses."
Mithrein then replied.
"Right away."
The silver maiden then left, leaving Xehanort and Sylvas on the dock watching the Vingilot sail away.
Sylvas then looked to Xehanort and spoke.
"You still look worried."
Xehanort then replied without looking at Sylvas.
"I believe the High King is deeply worried for his brother and its effecting his judgment. He puts on a brave face, but I can see it in his eyes...Lord Evunial must be found at all costs...and soon or I fear our King will become more and more reckless. Now come Sylvas. There is much to do."
Xehanort then flexed his right hand, and the duo disappeared engulfed in darkness and shadow.