"Why is she taking so long, did something happened?"

"Not yet. He's climbing up the steps now"

"The priest, he hasn't done anything right?"

"I'm afraid someone will provoke him my brothers."

"Preposterous! The King wouldn't pull an attack here, this is the heart of the Wyld for ancestor's sake."

"He is slowly losing his grip of his mind, he will take all of armello with him sooner or later."

"He is coming up to this sacred place. Lets just say we must appease him now"

"No, you might provoke the others. Pray he would listen of our plea."


Wyld was what Sana had said when she talked about how druids or sages asked it for guidance.

As I walked up slowly to the embedded steps, my mind replayed of the scenarios to what I'm about to converse with.

This sleeping sages are the ones that has a deep connection to the this Wyld. Perhaps when Sana said about the druids are might be one and the same of the sleeping sages but I haven't stayed and have conversed more with the old bear to confirmed it.

And it seems they know what I can truly do then.

As the winds are brushing past my attire, I walked further up to the Wyld tree and have looked around as I climb the stone steps.

This mystical place seems more larger than I thought it would be.

The trees here have gotten so unusually large that I can see that they've been using them as living homes, and those unusually large mounds of dirt are also used as homes or used for other purposes that I wouldn't know in my short stay here.

There aren't much bears than I thought it would have but there still numerous as many have been doing there day to day activities. Some cubs following close to their parents while some play with wild abandon, The bears themselves seemed to have a unique lifestyle from the other times I visited of other forms of civilized places as I see some bears worshiping life itself and practicing forms of magic, It is a society of environmentalists dream.

Enhancing my vision I think I saw a pig in a typical fantasy wizard getup, also practicing magic arts.

"And those with animal masks are still watching"

Far, from here from the same place where they saw us, many more have gathered into one one spot with a few bears joining there observation, not all of them as they are trying to talk with with the animal wearing skull-masks but those are too few and there not budging as many more of the bears are looking at them in curiosity.

I think I stayed too long, trying to get to converse with the soothsayer and staying any more might cause waves. I don't like the feel for them.

I continued on to my close destination, already seeing a stone entrance I have quicken my pace to reach it fast enough to hear the steps from my boots now.

The stone entrance itself has no lighting as I entered at a brisk pace not giving much attention to the carved walls that are abound to have stories in them with winds slowly disappearing to my senses.

This narrow hallway is now leading me up to the stairs with only a barely noticeable- but increasingly deafening sound of my armored feet of this noiseless hallway.

When I reached to the 2nd floor of this spire, I stopped before going further up, finally there are company of this mystical adobe.

The place is large and surrounded by roots, The air thick with unfiltered power called the Wyld that glowed to this entire room and acted like its alive as it minded not to stray close to the sheathed eastern blade on my waist but has gotten through my robe and brushing me to get to feel what I am.

There are few glowing butterflies flying around, sipping from a flower that grew from the roots that went unnoticed from me until later as I have gotten an uncomfortable conundrum.

My helm has another layer of skintight cover around the inside that functions like a gas mask to protect anything from the outside and made in a way that the gas would have to go the back of the head with a help of complicated machinery that dates back to the dark ages of my time.

But unlike the more kitted out versions of my armor it has no way to filter out anything toxic the goes through beneath the front of this helmet. Only used as a way for it to be tightly tugged to my head so it wont in some way taken off forcefully from the front.

I didn't need to really need it, my lungs are advanced by anything this world has to offer it but now I'm wishing I would have brought my medium armor as Wyld finally goes through the layer and brushing my dead visage.

Tempted to just blast all away from me. For it to be so brazen like this but I'm not in the mood for the day as I looked ahead to the 3 old bears sitting behind a table with a map and items ahead of this massive room.

It would know my face sooner or later just because I am going through with this old man's request.

I walked towards them with all 3 looking at me with tired and wary looks.

I have stopped 5 ft away from there cluttered table and stand there as they looked at me.

The one on the left of me is a brown graying bear with scars on his snout and a growing beard bellow it that wears a crystal blue necklace and a wears very comfortable a well made green cloak.

The one on the right of the right of me is a black grizzly bear with another animal skull mask that sat atop of his head and wear a strap of many herbs and a few teeth that extends down to the side of his loincloth where a spiked morning star lay beside him.

The last one middle though is what you would describe what a wizard would look like, he wear a big pointy green hat with stars dotted around with his loose robes following the same theme as his headwear while holding a staff with a marked stone.

Or is it his sleeping attire? They are called the sleeping sages after all.

"Forgive us priest of far and old, we usually have larger numbers to attend this place but all of them are asleep in the higher floors, close to the heart of the Wyld."

"I'm the only one that have the strength to come here and wait for you, these two are closest thing to leaders among this clan." the one on the middle revealed as he continued more to introduce himself

"My name is Sage Birger the one of the right of me Druid Ivar and the left is is Shaman Bernhard." I can make out slight tone of tiredness of his voice but doing his best to stay awake

I give my introductions in return as I tough my chest with my right hand "My name is Stultus, a Warrior-priest Far from the south-east from here. Thank you for inviting me as I would like to have you answer my questions sleeping sage" The sage raises paw to stop.

"We already know why your here Stultus. The Wyld is relentless to have us forcefully awoke from our early slumber, personally I thought it was too soon until you came earlier than expected from what we thought but I'm afraid we cannot give any Wyld-stones." He sadly said to me.

"The king has ordered his men to find, confiscate and secretly destroy any Wyld-stones they can find, they have even posted a bounty for finding these rare artifacts to be sold to them so you can only find them on your own."

Great a treasure hunt more fun for me. "Then the stones, I thought this is the place called armello were these stones are made?"

"And they are, you just need to find them. Or wait for them." Then he took one of the items of the table, a mug with a liquid that has lost its steam a while and took an audible sip.

His next words where hard for him to say

"We know why you are here, hero."

Oh, that. I thought they would call me something else. Still annoying. "I'm no one's hero Sage, if you have consulted to the Wyld you know what I am."

The sage wasn't one to answer.

"You are everything a hero would be in the eyes of everyone else, especially to the king himself."

"Kingslayer." The shaman to the right had finally finished as he accused me.

"Bernhard! Your fortunate the Wyld herself protects this place from prying eyes or else the entirety of the king's guard will burn this place to the ground and plague's this place with rot!" The druid half-shouted to his friend.

"I am merely displaying one of his impressive feats Ivar, besides I wouldn't be saying anything at all if I hadn't known the benevolent Wyld would protect us."

Now that got me curious "So the king himself doesn't know what I have done or that I am coming for him?"

The sage, for his credit ignored the two bickering semi-leaders and answered my question. "Oh he knows your coming for him alright, just not what you have done before and soon he would know that you have been here by his agents amongst our clan."

"But do not worry. We made sure there we would know others would climb up and listen to this place thanks to the Wyld herself, all knowing." he quickly added up in his explanation

Well I've stayed here for nothing. All the more reason to not associate with the she-bear after all, those agents of the king might have thought they were about to have their cover blown and not something else that would threaten her innocent life.

I would have already known by now if she was something else even without my psychic aiding me.

"Then what of that staff? I know that is a Wyld-stone, even if a little larger than the others."

"I'm afraid I cannot give this important piece with you." The sleeping sage raises his magical staff. "This Wyld-stone has been degraded specifically to be catalyst for magic and has past down bear to bear in generations and soon will be past down to another bear of our clan, even the wood is made from the oldest of the tree's Ingrained by the Wyld."

And firmly placed the staffed back with an audible tap. "I'm sorry. But this is an important piece of our people and we could not give not give to you"

Is that so? Well fuck you too then, that one is too large for me anyways. "Fine, then there's nothing else to I can question you for, I'll leave before I cause a scene."

I didn't get far as I turned and walk away when they speak again "Wait. Before you go."

In attention, I turned stayed there waiting for there for them to answer "We didn't ask you to be here to simply say that that we don't have any Wyld-stones and the fact we know what you did, warrior-priest"

Sounds like a broken record. "Whatever it is, I'm not promising anything and wont rather side with anyone Sleeping sage."

He flinched at that, while Ivar facepalmed lightly and Bernhard remained stoic of my declaration.

"Just... Please, we beg of you, don't massacre everyone and everywhere you went, for the sake of all of armello. For 23 Winters we have finally becoming prosperous and in harmony ever since the unification from our king.

But still, the scars from constant strife from all four clans are still there, healing slowly but surely. One day our king, the ones who brought peace to our lands will bring it down and send us all back to we were before and there are no other way but to put the noble soul to rest before the rot will take us all.

But you, you can be worse, no one will ever stop you from bringing anyone and everyone in this land to the ground like a cruel nameless god." After he finished his plea all three of them have bowed there heads

They said it, they fucking said it now, even if its not directly at me the absolute primitive micro dick sucking fuckheads have finally said it.

"-ease spare them and all from your wrath, oh Blood-thirsting priest." I Almost didn't hear that from the sound of internal curses deafening it, Well then.

I hummed at that, pondering it from what he said before I have realized something.

"All of you raise your heads and tell me sage, how much do you know about me and from the world outside far from armello sage."

All of them complied but the sage had hesitated for a second and then that second turned to a dozen.

Whats taking him so long I wonder.

And then turned to a dozen and a half before he finally answered. "Sadly nothing at all. The Wyld only have said about you, said that you were sent here. In honesty they briefly showed visions of not of the future but of the past. I saw you, you know. Saw you flying over a tall wall before you massacred them, you massacred dozens in a few moments of them with that magical massive sword stuck to your back."

He pointed at the cloth covered sword at my back, both that sat beside are staring at him now listening more and more attentively with each passing moment as the more details he spew of my past.

He briefly swallowed before saying more. "It was all blur, I don't know if it was from the dream or the blinding flashes of power from your sword. But I can still tell how you unmade them down the few pieces of flesh and small limbs from those different animals, from the stocky round eared, barbaric in nature that has similar paws like you to the massive, furless, big snouted mammals.

By the end of it, I saw you ran like a blur towards a crowd of even more of those animals, with all their spears pointed at you and heavy clubs of big mammals raised in the ready while another unmistakably different form of dogs pointlessly shooting at you with bows from everything they have atop of a row of buildings or even inside the stone buildings, leaving your past engagement with nothing but a large pool of blood with small chunks of flesh and a few small limbs scattered across.

I saw more and more from your engagements, place to place, day and night, you fought from the common animals like us to untold monsters that I wish it would never come to armello and it never once in my dreams saw you stopped, always in the move."

The sage audibly groaned after that, quickly messaging his head and then took a drink from his mug before placing it down with a thud.

The two other bears grew concerned at that. It seems they haven't talked in detail from the visions of what I have from the beginning to all the to less than a year past, I guess I did came far too early for them to talk in detail for it.

"You even killed the one who looked incredibly similar to our king, in a different crown and in a different royal clothes you- y- you." He falters.

"Forgive me. I said too much, I never wanted to reveal in detail from anyone, at least to have a proper discussion with the rest of my brethren but those damn visions were too much."

Too much indeed for someone who someone who is not used to bloodshed. Too much indeed.

These animals apparently never have been told by this life called the Wyld of what I have done. It just had showed the entire scenes of my... Time where everything came naturally. Where death ruled and the use of unique form of life were corrupted by demented ill will and degeneracy by the people who are in the wicked side of life. A more familiar time and this peculiar type called the Wyld is letting my actions speak for themselves.

I like at what it did. No honeyed words for it to use but it is still propaganda used as it has no context behind it. I let this slip by for now.

"Do you understand now? I don't know how it you became li-" The sage continued on some more before I cut him off already got his message and soothed his worries.

"No need to talk as you're in luck sage." I happily said as he Looked up at me with wide eyes.

"The ones you saw was a dark time, none of them wanted to fight against evil but instead chose to revel themselves in that dark moment or chose to resign their hopes and dreams and lived where cruelty is common their lives where cheap, is no exception to this.

I will not vow myself to never murder a life but in a place like this? It might never reach in that level of death."

If I wont make waves, that is.

He sighed down in relief at that but this time its the druid that is looking down on the sage speaks again "I don't know whats more disturbing, you described to the one in front of us or what the priest had said about the world outside"

"We thank you for at least considering our request. The sages might sleep more peacefully knowing their land wont turn into a graveyard." The shaman broke from his stoic attitude and genuinely showed his gratitude to me.

"If this Wyld listens and take what I say for granted they wont have to see the brutalities I have done and be like this one sleep depraved bear here."

The bear in question has knocked himself out and now is silently snoring, but his druid companion have woken him back up when I pointed it out.

"It is time that I leave this place and find the stones now, the longer I stay here the more I grow worried of an attempted attack" I finally turned away fully and walked back to the stairway

But my hopes where dashed away from by the sound of Birger's words "Ah. Its all ready too late They know your here know, they are watching this place from afar and invisible." He is getting more and more tired than the before his brief power nap but he managed to quickly say what he wanted to say.

I have to run full speed for this horseshit.

"Then I'll leave this place quickly then to throw them off for a time as I try to find this Wyld-stones." I have stopped to look back as I walked back to the stairwell.


"Has he exited out of it yet?"

"Shut it or you will be my next meal if we get caught."

"Yeah, yeah."

A female stoat with a brown clothing with a green hood for and a quiver on her back and a one of the bone masked animals have crowded themselves invisibly on a hill atop of on of the bears homes.

But this particular masked shaman is in actuality a bounty hunter in disguise that have been sent by their rich employers, tasked in using one of the spells to use cloak for a short time as they wait for their quarry.

The plan was simple he will use magic distract the target from afar while this friend here he has to work with shoots him to gravely wound him or outright killing him.

They have narrowly got here just in time, as if fate is with them this day.

But sadly he doesn't think they have been given a 200 gold on a silver platter as more bounty hunters have taken this job to take this specifically odd animal that have visited the heart of the bear clan.

200 literal Gold on the quarries head, a literal nobody that no one has ever seen before has bounty from an unknown employer, wasn't the most legit job but they need that money.

He saw a drawing of what the stranger would looked like, he never seen an armored helm like that, how can he see through those that small? Most of armellians never wanted to wear full covered helmets for long except those freaks like the king's guard and this no snout madmammal (or I thing he is) wears something like that with a hood over it no less.

The things people do for these so called fashion these days, he even covered himself in some kind of black clothing underneath it.

Adjusting a the skull that he has the rotten luck to wear of out of nervousness, doubting he would ever bag the kill before getting killed by their competitors.

Many had the same thought as them, all of them hiding and are waiting for him to get there kill and they just cant fight over his corpse to get the bounty, not like this, whatever sign of conflict shows up he swears to his ancestor's there are getting out of this death trap.

If he has that much of gold to his head surely the stranger would have the strength to live from this bombardment of an assault. They did say he is unstoppable, so maybe they can get another chance.

As they waited for the crucial moment for him exit out of the entrance of the capital of the bear clan, the time has finally come.

The stoat, the leader out of the two has called the signal, breaking out of my cloak to use a spell.

As the I casted the spell Moonbite, unexpectedly a few more have been casted like his, in a cacophony of used magic, the stranger has been Aflame, shocked by a Lightning Strike, a reckless use of a Spirit Strike of all things that have sneaked its way in there and. Is my Moonbite more brighter than usual?

He was pretty sure the use of magic was a really uncommon for a band of mercenaries and bounty hunters and not used as numerous as this.

Where the stranger stands turned in a bright, burning, flash, he was so sure that the quarry would never come out of that alive. Like he have been assaulted with a force of all of armello's magical might, not even his compatriot bothered to fire as they looked in awe in such an anomaly.

As the light dies down and he stands there burning from the impressive display of magical precision, something has blasted all of that away we all saw him.

Standing there, looking no worse for ware except the withering robes from the Moonbite, taking it like its nothing and armed with a different blade that wasn't from his back, something he couldn't make out from here.

Both of us were in shock, before the shout of the residences snapped out of my friend and fired her arbalest and many more were loose.

The closest of the bolts or arrows that have met him true were slashed away in a skilled display as he dashed to the water below.

This insane animal had survived a magical onslaught like he was immune to those magical attacks and have dived down to the waters as a volley of arrows were stuck to his previous position until an impossible thought had dawned on him.

This attack was a failure.

Crouching down, he looked down to the little stoat. "Blacktail, this attack was a bust we have to go now!"

But the Stoat was in awe.

"Tally!" He didn't give his friend a chance to get her bearings as he grabbed her with his hooves while searching inside his long cloak in another.

He fetched a card of Teleportation and then used it, seeing it spirited away as it used his magic.

As he grabbed her close, he can hear with his sensitive hearing that someone's is coming for him.

"Hey! why the hell did you-"

But his needs to worry were no more as they were gone from that place, teleported to the nearest settlement days from here.

A weird feeling washed over him and then disappeared as quick as it appeared.

He let's her go sighed in relief as he took of his bony disguise, A young whitetail deer, someone that shouldn't be in harsh lifestyle like bounty hunting sat down.

His small friend here though didn't fare well to the Teleportation and holding her stomachs on the grass.

They weren't exactly in a settlement, just a few ways away from it that you can see in the distance, they didn't want to be seen disguised like this.

"*cough* Ahh. That could have gone worse, thank the Wyld for that conjurer." The stoat had finally gotten her bearings and stands up.

"Hah, what now tally?" His magic reserves were spent, used Focus to and other items to increase is magic pool to pool that off and felt of how empty he feels, weeks of a more than a week of preparation gone.

She looked at him with a toothy grin. "I think our clients would want to hear this. We can still get paid for some useful information that he's immune to something like this for a big sum and then do something else, who knows they might make that bounty higher."

"Higher!? They might as well hire an entire band of mercenaries and professional bounty hunters if they want this guy dead honestly." he hold in his head in exaggeration from her comment of how chaotic this will be if they are serious about this.

"You might me be right." She stretched her back and then taking the arbalest and holstered it between he arms "Thats why we'll back off I don't like the thought of an entire towns worth of animals obsessed with money to start hunting for this guy. Come on and get those freaky clothes off and lets head somewhere safe."

"Yeah. Yeah hold on" and so he removed his guise and went to the settlement where they later acquire a small sum of 10 gold, 60 silver coins and 20 bronze from their employer, it was small compared to the bounty itself but it was a big pay for both of them.

And so they celebrated from the easy pay of there lives later that night, ignorant to the harsh world around them for a time.


Remember what I said about next month? Well My still imagination fueled mind begs to spend more time of this thing that I don't know why I have came up with to other than get good at writing.

Oh and one more thing.

This fic is M rated just for violence and freedom of writing, There will be no very detailed loving of fuzzy women for our hero... Or at least it will stay unplanned due to the MC himself being himself.

And don't be afraid to leave a review for me if its reasonably harsh ignore it like some authors that you see. I promise I'm not a thin skinned wattpad user. :)