AN: English is not my native language and this is my first fanfiction. Please do not to harsh

"I love cookies" → thoughts

"I love cookies" → speech

"I love cookies" → spell, Martial art

Chapter 1

Traveling proved to be quite comfortable, surprisingly. Litzelots worst fears for the trip, which were the fall of his head and the wrath of the Bicorn, did not happen. Riding also felt like a second nature to Litzelot, which he guesed came from him being a dullahan. The only thing unnerving him right now was that he had no clue where he was and where he was moving. "But those are details. Should not think about them, otherwise I might get a headache", he thought. He certainly did not need another scare like the last one. Suddenly he got an idea. If he could use his head to have a better view, he could actually see if there was something in his front. So Litzelot took his head and then elevated it as high as his arms would allow him to do. It worked and he could see a cave a little away. Seeing the first rays of light he decided to go to that cave.

Arriving at the cave he realized that it has an inhabitant. It took him all his willpower to take it seriously. Especially after it had noticed him. Standing upright and with shining runes on its stomach the beast shouted:"What are you doing here, move away with your foul stench, degozaru." "Just let me be hmpf", Litzelot tried not to laugh, which was increasingly harder, as he simply couldn't take the beast seriously. "I will not have you in my territory degozaru. Move or I will attack degozaru." The beast shouted. Litzelot couldn't hold it any more. Laughter filled the forest, and became louder and louder. After a little time he collected himself. "I don't want to deal with this. I could try to fight it. But I don't know how strong it is. It is also cute. Shall I take the offer or should I fight? argh. Decisions decisions. I should move. Yes." "I will go. But where is the next settlement?", he asked the giant hamster. "Just leave in one direction and you will find one," Hamasuke said, annoyed by Litzelots smell and laughter. So Litzelot traveled further

After ten Minutes he reached the outskirts of a village. Since he wanted to be careful, not knowing how strong he was in comparison, he decided to first scout the area and the move in incognito. It took quite some time, till Litzelot got his courage together enough to move into the village, hiding his head under a helmet, which coincidentally also kept his head on his shoulders. He did only see humans and didn't want to stick out too far. So he left his Bicorn in the forest, not too far away from the outskirts. After being looked at like he was some kind of noble he found an old man that behaved like a chief. So Litzelot decided to speak with him. "Good day mister. How do you do?" Sir Litzelot asked, still trying to roleplay a bit ,because it couldn't damage right. " Good day Sir. How may I help you?" asked the assumed chief again. "I am looking for information. If you could perhaps enlighten me?". "Of course follow me to my house", answered the chief.

What followed was something that Sir Litzelot was not prepared for, too much information. It took him a lot of time to ask his questions just to get new ones for every answer. He asked for directions, coinage, magic, politics, demi-humans and heteromorphs. After nearly half a day Sir Litzelot decided to travel to a city called Re-Estice, since he would see most of the country on his way. Since he didn't want to appear as greedy he secretly left a few coins on the table of the family. He walked back to his Bicorn and started to ride it, carefully avoiding the village he just came out of.

It would be a long ride and with nearly no encounter, so Litzelot thought. The natural beasts didn't engage him. So Sir Litzelot started to think that he could test his strength and his magic. He did have a mixed build in Yggdrasil, since he didn't spend much time into how his build was made and more about his roleplay potential. His magic abilities were exclusively from his racelevel while his melee came from his Paladin- joblevel. Since he wanted to ride comfortably Litzelot decided to put his head back on his lap. While he thought, he didn't notice that a few humans saw him and followed him carefully.

The small group of three tried to follow unnoticed, which worked for a time. It was a collection of a caster, a tank and an assassin. The bronze plates hanging from der neck. They just became adventurers and decided to make a name for themselves. The caster was a young male with a wooden staff. The tank was a gambeson wearing men with a longsword, that he managed to scavenge from Katze Plains after the annual war took place. The Assassin was just a former thief on the streets and was quite young to be an adventurer. The three followed the strange undead and his mysterious horse for quite a while now. It was strange for them. Why would an undead move so openly in Re-Estice? It didn't make sense. If it did move so openly, wouldn't there be adventurers trying to kill it? "Well if none else tries to kill it, we could. It would boost our popularity in the guild. And the horse could be useful", the tank of the group said." I don't like how that is so open. there must be a reason for it. But I can't put my finger on it. And besides. If the Priest found that horse under you, they would probably ask questions and then declare you a heretic.", The mage answered, not liking the idea of being killed for heresy. The Assassin simply said "we attack when we get close enough. The Horse we use till we are in reach of E-Rantel. I am sure it would be a good meal. But most importantly, we should be careful." . The group, after deciding their strategy, decided to move fast. It took nearly the entire evening and the sun was set, when they were able to attack.

Sir Litzelot first didn't realize his environment and didn't even realize how he looked with his head not on his shoulders, because he was deep in thought. This is until his bicorn bumped and his head fell from his lap. After getting it back, and when he realized his not so careful placement of his head, he decided to be more careful. He soon saw a nice forest and decided on a detour through it and to test his magic and abilities there. When the sun set he decided to scare the adventurers, which followed him from the late afternoon onward, at least that was when his head fell, till now. Since the forest was not on a road he became suspicious about them. "I will make them shit their pants hihihi", Litzelots inner prankster thought. He started to prepare when he came upon, in his mind, the perfect place. A little hill gave a little cover and he used a ring with perfect unknown to hide himself. Then he simply started to wait and prepared to strike. in his left hand he would carry his head around, green flames with purple parts being visible. His black teeth sharpened. In his right hand he carried a one handed ax, which looked a little rusted and demolished. "With this prank I will have a little peace, a little to laugh and maybe have created a little bogeyman. If all goes awry I can still run away" with that thought Sir Litzelot started to wait for his pray

The party of three adventurers moved, slightly agitated. "Where is it? I can not sense it anymore. What do we now?", the tank asked. "I don't care we will move out of here. If we want to do that we have to continue, because it is shorter." the caster answered, more or less. The assassin of the group is getting scared now, because a being as strong as that undead they trailed doesn't disappear without a trace. It has to be somewhere. Getting out of the forest, he agreed, seemed like an excellent idea. But he would rather go backwards. " But what do I know? In an emergency I can leave them behind and warn the guild. But I will not get killed for these two idiots." , thought the assassin. They appeared in front of a little hill, when their worst nightmare happened. Out of nowhere, on top of the hill, it stood. Its head swinging in his left arm and an old ax in his right hand. The horse stood on his hind legs and shouted, while flames were in the eyes of it. the dark armor gives an aura of hopelessness and if you were there you would hear thunder in the background. With an angry screech the headless horsemen did start to move in their direction. "Moveee or you will dieee. buuuuu!" it shouted. The tank was standing still with a wet spot in his crotch. The assassins' flight instinct kicked in. "Thunderlance" the caster attacked the undead with his magic. The tank, gathering his courage again, positioned himself between the caster and the undead. The assassin is still thinking about a way out.

"Ok that was not good. I thought they would start to run. What to do. They look like they want to kill me. And why does it smell here like an open bathroom? But it looks like I have to test my abilities earlier than I wanted. The magic of that caster seems weak. I want to test mine later to destroy their hope. Why did I think like that? argh" Ran through the mind of Sir Litzelot. "Since thou dared to attack me I shall kill your little group. Prepare yourself for your suffering in Niflheim" Was heard from the dullahan. The tank of the group attacked desperately, while doing no damage to the dullahan and his steed. With a single swing of his ax the tank found his head rolling off his shoulder and his bodey collapsing. The look on the other two of the group getting more desperate than before. When the caster registered what was going on it was already too late. The only thing heard was a spell. "Nifelheim's farrymen", Litzelot said. While the body of the caster fell to the ground, there was a white version of the caster being ripped from its body and then disappearing into a dark purple book on the side of the bicorn.In the meantime the assassin took after his instinct and had fled the field. Being sad about his missed prank and the needless bloodshed Litzelot decided to take any coins and, if they had any, valuable information. After this was done he moved again. This time to get back on track.

The assassin just managed to get away and kept running and running. He didn't really know what it was, but he was certain it was dangerous. He reached the City of E-Rantel. Collapsing at the gates.