'…freedom…'
Marius jolted awake and was immediately assaulted by the pain coursing through his body, his eyes squinted shut from the pain, his lower back was on fire. He rolled over and fell off the bed he had been resting on. Landing on his stomach and pushed himself up to his knees. His body gave involuntary spasms as the pain returned every few seconds.
His entire body ached, he could barely see and his body protested all movement. Closing his hand he quickly cast a healing spell and felt his body relax and heal. He drained a portion of his magicka and moved to sit against the wall. He managed to open his eyes and saw that he was a prisoner.
Realizing that his armor and weapons had been taken he sat there in silence. Much to his annoyance, he found himself without a shirt and his lower back was covered with a thick layer of cloth. 'I'll summon someone to get them' he mused.
The room he was in was not very large, and he sees the sunlight seeping in through the top. The whole room appeared to be set up quickly and had not been done efficiently. Looking at the entrance he noticed that there was a piece of bread and a mug of water. Slowly moving towards the food, the pain in his back flared up again.
He picked up the bread and took a bite. The bread was fresh and the water tasted clean. At least whoever had captured him had the decency to give him something worth eating. He thought about breaking out of here, but he quickly countered that thought with another saying just to sit back and wait. As he sat there in the silence his mind began to wander and quickly got lost in a memory.
Flashback
He ran to the watchtower along with Irileth and five Whiterun guards to confront a dragon. Upon arriving they saw that the tower was alight and turned into rubble. One of the guards stationed there warned them to go back. The dragon soon returned and they started fighting the beast.
"Die damn you!" one of the guards shouted as he notched an arrow, and let it loose. The steel arrow flew towards the dragon, only to harmlessly bounce off.
The dragon turned its attention towards the guard, and unleashed its fire, lighting the man on fire. He ran around flailing his arms trying to douse the flames, but he quickly died. The smell of his burnt flesh lingered in the air.
The dragon commenced circling again as the guards tried to shoot it down. Running to the dead guard he quickly scavenged his bow and seventeen steel arrows. Feeling the air displace behind him he quickly dove to the right, narrowly avoiding the dragon's talons. Notching an arrow, he fired and the arrow missed it intended target but managed to get the beast attention again.
The dragon land heavily on the ground a few feet away. It advanced on him and snapped its jaws in is direction, quickly picking up a nearby shield he blocked the attack. But the shield didn't last long, because the dragon jaws clamp down on the shield and tears it from his grasp.
The guards suddenly attack from the flanks and began attacking the wings, making large gashes along the membrane, preventing the dragon from any further flight.
Opening its maw it unleashed a stream of flames at the nearest person which so happened to be him. Charging towards the dragon he was hit with the full blast of the fire, but it wasn't affecting him much, he could feel the heat. He slid under the dragon's neck and lifted his sword up, it carved its way through scales, muscles and cartilage.
The dragon's blood began to pour out like a fountain, covering the ground in gore. It let out one last cry of pain before falling to the ground dead. He began to approach the dragon, and suddenly a drumming sound could be heard within his head, and he stopped moving.
The dragon's body burst into flames and the scales and muscle burnt away. Ethereal wisp of orange, blue and yellow leached from the flames and shot towards him. He heard the chanting of a single word "Mirmulnir". He suddenly a great power build up within him, and he did what felt natural, he shouted.
'Fus'
End of Flashback
He was so deep in thought he didn't realize that he was no longer in the tent alone, two elves stood in the room with him. They stood there for some time, until one's patience wore out and they coughed.
His attention shifted to the group, realizing that he was not captured by the empire, but by the very people he had helped. This brought a frown to his face, but quickly composed himself and gave weak smile.
"What can I do for you?"
"We are here to check on your wound" stated the elf on the right.
"I can assure you that I will be fine, there is no need. Your concern is well appreciated, but if you must check I will not stop you."
They approached him and began checking his wound. After a few minutes of checking for any signs of the wound.
"How is this possible? The seither oil should have left a permanent scar." One of the elves asked in astonishment.
Sighing as he turned to face him. "I spent a good amount of my time studying the Restoration school." He lied.
The elves seemed to be intrigued by this school but decided to hold their questions when Nasuada entered. They bowed to her before stepping back.
"Lady Nasuada. How can I be of service?"
She walked over to him
"I trust that you slept well" she asked sitting down into a chair.
"Yes, thank you for asking."
Nasuada looked at him, then back at the elves. Who simply nodded and left the tent.
"Marius, I believe that you neglected to share some important things about yourself."
Marius sighed and simply nodded.
"Yes it is true that I withheld some vital information concerning myself from you and the others."
"As leader of the Varden, I like to be well informed of the capabilities of others. Managing to cause a dragon and its rider is not usually in the capabilities of magicians, nor is for common soldiers to be able to go toe to toe with a rider while atop a dragon or survive a fall from the back of a dragon. We both know that you are no ordinary soldier. So I would like to know as to why you saw fit to keep the information to yourself?"
"Well I guess I should be truthful if I wish to remain correct?" He received a nod from Nasuada.
"Hmm, where to begin… I guess that I should start with the fact that I am from another world."
The elves shared a look of doubt, but they kept their moves shut. Nasuada managed to keep her façade up but her eyes displayed a small amount of shock and disbelief.
"If that is true then why are you here?" Nasuada questioned.
"Truthfully I do not know, I was meditating when I was suddenly whisked away and was dropped into the middle of your war. I am actually quite curious myself-"
Marius was abruptly cut off when Arya barged into the room and ran across the room grabbed him by the neck. "What did you do?!"
The other elves had to pry her off of him. Once they had gotten her away from him they released her. Arya remained staring hatefully at him he simply ignored her. His hand rubbing his throat as he moved to the opposing side of the room and sat down.
He coughed, "Well, that was quite the reaction."
"You were saying."
"Yes, as to why I withheld information is because back I am considered incredibly powerful and it was nice for a time to be unknown to anyone, but I can't help myself trouble always seems to find me, not that I actively try and avoid it. Whether it be because of a prophecy or just a bandit raid."
Silence fell over the group.
"Lady Nasuada," he asked, "May I inquire as to why am a prisoner?"
"I have to decide whether or not you are a threat to the Varden. You are a prisoner because I see fit."
"A threat?" Marius said lowering his gaze towards the ground his voice lowering.
"Yes, you are a threat"
He sighed and his inner dragon took over and the temperature in the room skyrocketed and he stood up and snarled. "I show you a threat!"
Before anyone could react the tent his hands lashed out and set the tent on ablaze. All those present ran out as fast as they could. Outside it was utter chaos as soldiers were running back and forth trying to put out the blaze or arming themselves.
A soldier ran towards the group. His mouth started moving but no sound came from his throat.
"What is it?"
"My lady, the prisoner's belongings have disappeared."
"What do you mean disappeared?"
"I was examining at the weapons and armor, there was a bright flash and a horned creature stood before me and took the belongings and then they vanished right before my eyes!"
The ground shook as Saphira landed on the ground next to the group and Eragon dismounted her.
"What is going on?" Eragon asked.
Arya spoke, "Marius set the tent on fire."
All eyes turned back to the tent as it collapsed to the ground and continued to burn. Slowly a silhouette could be seen in the flames getting up. Slowly the figure turned to them and began to approach. Completely unaffected by the flames licking their body.
Stepping out of the flames Marius conjured his armor. The armed soldiers ushered battle cries and charged at him, some of the elves joining them.
Swirling violet and black spheres appeared in his hands and crushed them together and launched it forward. A portal opened and out charged dremora lords, fully armored and prepared to do their master's bidding. They tore through the ranks of Varden soldiers, man and elf alike.
Saphira charged directly at Marius.
Gol Hah Dov
A wave of energy slammed into Saphira. She stood still for a minute before growling and turning towards the group. She unleashed a torrent of flames directed at them those who did not dodge fast enough were engulfed with blue flames, all that remained was calcified remains.
"Saphira what are you doing?!" Eragon shouted in outrage.
Her attention was then diverted to Eragon and lunged at him maw spread wide. One of her clawed paws slammed Eragon to the ground and stared at him.
"Kill him."
Saphira shook her head and cried out in protest. But as soon as it ended she did as she was told. Those present looked on in horror as Saphira killed her rider. Saphira released from the spell saw what she had done simply collapsed to the ground and let out a cry of anguish.
"Marius", Nasuada spoke.
"Hmm…oh sorry got lost in my thoughts." He said before shaking his head clearing his thought, before turning back to Nasuada, "Is there another way I could prove that I am your side and not a threat?"
"No, there is not." She stated.
"Well then, where is the dragon? I wish to speak to her."
They looked in disbelief, but Arya face became contorted and held a distant look, he guessed she was communing with the dragon. They left the cell and went and sat in the middle of Nasuada's large tent. It wasn't a long wait before the dragon's head entered the tent.
"Drem Yol Lok, Dovah. I do not believe we have been properly introduced, Zu'u los Dovahkiin."
The dragon's head perked up and its eyes widened. Arya turned to Saphira.
"You can understand what he is saying?"
"It's interesting he speaks words of ancient power, I understanding their meaning, but I cannot explain it. I think it would be like trying to explain the meaning of the ancient language to another using only the ancient language." She summarized.
Marius gaped at the dragon. Then smiled, not a true smile, but a dark smiled as if the situation amused him.
"Dovah het nis tinvaak. You have no voice!" he said as he started chuckling, getting glances from everyone.
"Dragons cannot speak like we do." Said Arya.
"Yes, those may be the rules here, but it's not the same case for me."
"You're not making any sense" Arya said, rubbing her temples. "What do you mean not the same case for you?"
"Zu'u los ni do daar lein."
"What did he say?"
"He says he is not of this world."
"But that's not possible."
"Zu'u los Dovahkiin. Zu'u los fron benix jul ahrk dovah."
There was a long silence. Arya became impatient waiting for Saphira to translate what he had said.
"What did he say?"
"… He claims to be kin among man and dragon"
"But that's not possible?"
Crossing his arms over his chest.
"Zu'u lost sos ahrk sil do dovah ko joor kopraan"
"He claims to have the blood and soul of dragon in a man's body."
"How can this be?"
"As I said earlier, I'm not of this world. Different world, different rules."
"Then, what exactly brought you here then?" Nasuada interjected, noticing Arya was becoming increasingly agitated.
"I'm not entirely sure. I was meditating out in the wilderness alone, separated from the world. There was a bright light and a magical sphere appeared when I approached it suddenly launched itself forward and slammed into my chest. Next thing I know I am coming to in the middle of your war."
"Why were you separated from world?"
Just as she had finished her sentenced his muscles visibly stiffened, and his emerald eyes became distant. Shaking his head, he returned to normal.
"That is personal information. But currently I wish to aid you in your war."
"And why is that?"
"Simply because I want to. I have fought in wars already. I learned quite a fair bit in my short time here, and I choose to come and aid the Varden. I could have easily sided with Galbatorix and his empire. Perhaps if I had, Saphira here could be dead or already in the king's clutches."
"You say that as if dragons are not that easy to kill or capture."
He shrugged.
"Dragons are most certainly not easy to kill. Nor do I enjoy the thought. But it was what I was born to do and gets easier with each experience."
"Born to do?"
"I am Dovahkiin." He said.
"What does that mean?"
"Dovah meaning dragon and kiin meaning born. In the normal tongue, it translates to Dragonborn, which is what most people call me. The dragons prefer to use Dovahkiin as my name, which has a completely different meaning. All dragon names consist of three words.
"Dov. Ah. Kinn."
"Born Hunter of Dragonkind." Saphira interpreted.
Arya took a minute to grasp what he was saying. When she realized what he was saying her hands flew to her sword.
"You're a dragon hunter!" seethed Arya.
"I am what I am. What better to fight one dragon than another one? I am the same as my Dovah brethren, master of the Thu'um. Should Dovah fall by my hands, I claim their soul as my birthright. Each soul I take the greater and stronger I become. Not that I overly enjoy killing my brethren, but should it need to come to that I have no quarrel."
"You are a monster! Hunting them down as mere beast! I shall kill you where you stand!"
Arya drew her sword and closed the distance between them. Once she was close enough to strike, she swung her sword towards his neck. As the blade came within inches of the Marius's neck, it was stopped.
Protecting his neck, was an eerie purple blade. It had wisps of a fog like fire flowing across the blade. He was watching her carefully, but he had a cocky smile on his face. This time he would not hold back against her. Pushing her blade to the side, and extending his blade towards her.
With lightning fast strikes, Arya and Marius clashed. With each strike their swords where creating weak air currents, every time Arya tried a new attack it was easily deflected. She was having a difficult time getting past his defenses. She was trying to kill him, but he appeared to be toying with her, that constant smirk on his face was starting to piss her off.
His blade was wicked and jagged, he struck with speed and power. Their blades were but a blur to a humans eyes. His speed was beyond that of a human, it was as if she was fighting a master elven duellist. Thinking that with his injury he couldn't keep this up for a long period of time. She swiped her blade at his torso. He caught the blade with his sword.
Unlocking their blades, she stepped back. She feinted to the left, but he didn't move. She leaps back at him, and they clashed again. His sword suddenly vanished out of thin air, causing her to lose balance and step forward. Without his blade, he was open to all attacks. She swung her sword at him.
Ducking under her sword, Marius kicked out her legs from under her, causing her to fall. Quickly stepping on her wrist to prevent her from slashing at him. A scream issued from Arya as she cast a spell to stop him. "Jierda!" The spell washed over him without affecting him. Putting more pressure on her wrist, leaned down towards her, their faces inches apart and looked into her eyes.
"I wouldn't suggest doing that again if I were you!" Marius stated as he started to stand back up, he turned to look at Saphira.
"I will allow Saphira to look inside my mind, and decide if I am worthy to stay and if not I shall leave."
"So be it" He suddenly felt a great pressure in his head, knowing that it was Saphira he removed his defenses and gave her entry. He felt her comb through his memories, as he guided her through. Leading her through his many daunting tasks and challenges.
What he wasn't aware of was that Arya had managed to snake her way into his mind. She only sees small fragments of what he was showing Saphira without being detected. The memories stopped moving, Arya saw hundreds of people in a town. The skies were clear, and they all were living their lives.
The memory began to change. The skies darkened, fire rained from the sky, and the people surrounding disappeared. The town was a burning ruin black smoke filled the air, the burnt bodies of the people were strewn across the town. She was suddenly pushed from his mind. When she returned to her body she stumbled for the briefest of moments, before recomposing herself.
"Well is he trustworthy Saphira?" Nasuada asked.
"He stays. He is trustworthy."
Marius nodded and looking to Saphira said "Zul kosil lok avok", and turned and left the tent without hesitation. Arya turned to leave as well but was stopped by Saphira.
"What were you thinking?" She asked angrily.
The sheer force of the mental shout, visibly caused Arya's face to scrunch up in pain. She turned back to face Saphira.
"I was getting information on him. Why did you force me out?"
"Because I will not allow another to enter the mind of one of my kin without their permission."
"You would protect one that has hunted and killed dragons!"
"He is who he is, I cannot hold that against him. If dragons fall by his hand they must suffer the consequences."
"Yes, but he is dangerous and should not be allowed to move freely."
"What right do you have to judge him for his past? Do you know him? Do you know his life?" She paused, "Your people were not kind when you destroyed our eggs." She said as some smoke came out her nostrils.
"That was another time, a time that should be forgotten."
"Yet it is a large part of our shared history, it created the riders."
There was a long silence before Arya spoke.
"Yes, but our war ushered in a new an age of peace" taking a breath to calm herself before she continued "But the riders and the dragon race is all but gone. And now we have a man that has possibly killed dozens of dragons. How do you expect me to work with such an abomination?"
"We both know, that we need all the help we can get."
"We know so little about hi-" she was cut off by Saphira
"You may know little, but he showed his memories. I will not speak a word of it."
"Why not tell me?"
"He has shown me what he's done, and what he has endured. He asked me not to speak of what I saw. If you wish to know, you will have to ask him yourself." Saphira paused, before continuing, "Would you like it if someone were to simply find out about your time in Gil'ead?"
Arya's body became rigid and tense and the mention of her time in Gil'ead.
"So be it. I shall speak with him."
"I have nothing else to say," Saphira said as she turned and walked away.
She stood there for a moment, before leaving for her tent. She had to write a report to Queen Islanzadi, her mother. The queen would want to hear all about this dragon hunter. As she made her way through the camp, humans and urgals alike moved out of her way as she passed them.
When she arrived at her tent, she was greeted by silence. Her tent was well furnished, it had a large bed, a desk, a few shelves and a chest. She moved her desk and sat down, and pulled out her quill and paper. She dipped the quill into some ink and began to write her report. –There is a stranger helping the Varden, who claims to be a dragon hunter, as well as kin to both man and drag-…
Arya's hand froze as her mind went over that last fact again. 'Kin of both man and dragon' She had heard that before, but where. Almost immediately her mind returned to the Agaetí Blödhren when Blagden gave them a prophecy. 'By beak and bone, Fate is rewritten. A timeless hero, Fierce and noble, Kin of both man and dragon...'
Fear began to sweal in her chest the second verse was most troubling. A change in fate could end spell disaster for the Varden and the people of Alagaësia.
'The prophecy of Blagden has begun...' she began to write.
On the outskirts of the camp, Marius was checking over his armor and weapons. He had summoned them shortly after leaving Nasuada's tent. He watched as the men in the camp scurried along, only to restart the same root again. It was times likes this he liked to think back what it would have been like if he had joined either the Stormcloaks instead of the Imperial Legion. Most of the soldiers he saw were wary of him, his huge frame and armor didn't help at all. Even some of the Urgals and Kull seemed to be wary.
The sun was setting in the distance, he watched as the last of the days light burned out. He sat there for a while listening to the area around him, there were birds singing in the trees, and the occasional howl from wolves in the distance.
Getting up from his spot, he started making his way to his tent. He felt many pairs of eyes watching him from afar but he was used to being stared at. Pushing the tent flaps to the side he entered, finding that nothing had changed in his accommodations. Relieving himself of his armor, he sent it to his pocket dimension where he kept most of the stuff. Changing into some more comfortable garments a pair of black trousers and a plain silk shirt.
He laid down, putting a dagger next to him and let his mind rest, he stared blankly at the roof of the tent thinking. Sure it was a new world full of adventure, but he was alone in this world, 'Just like last time' a little voice said in the back of his mind. His mind wandered back to earlier when he was showing Saphira his memories, only what was necessary to prove that he was indeed what he said and that he was here to help.
He closed his eyes and when he opened them he was surrounded by many different figures, their faces were shrouded in darkness. They slowly began to move towards him, he rolled over and got to his feet and conjured a sword. Just in time to block a sword, making a deadlock.
Pushing their blade off of his, he kicked one of the figures in the gut, sending them sprawling to the ground. Another figure attacked from the side slashing at his legs, which did manage to make contact but did little to stop him. He switched his blade into a reverse grip and slashed the figure's neck, killing them. He turned around and punched another in the face, breaking their nose with a crunch. Quickly followed by thrusting his sword into their chest. One of the hands of the figure managed to climb its way up to his face and rest on his cheek.
The shroud of darkness covering their face was lifted, and to his horror it was Lydia.
"You killed us," she said weakly. He watched as her life faded away in her eyes. Looking up from her body he saw that he was still surrounded, but one by one they started falling to the ground dead. He stood up and surveyed the number of dead bodies. Each one them someone he knew and considered a close friend, they turned to dust before his eyes.
He felt a cool blade against his back and turned to see who wielded the blade. As he finished turning, he came face to face with himself. He looked into his other self, the one before had lost all his humanity, his once vibrant eyes were black and hollow. His opposite plunged their blade into his chest. He felt the blade come out his back, and he looked back to the one before him, a deranged smile was plastered across its face.
He jumped out of his bed and grabbed whatever was nearest to him. His brow had become covered in sweat, his heart drumming inside of his chest. Looking around he realized that there wasn't any danger near him. Apparently, the daedric prince Vaermina had decided to torment his mind, yet again for refusing her.
Placing the dagger back in its sheath, he wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his hand. Even after many years of dealing with these accursed dreams, he usually gets a good night's rest.
Putting some clothes on he went outside for a walk, the sun had yet to rise. Deciding that he should get away from prying eyes he made his way to the outskirts of the camp, and moved into the open field and sat down.
The morning breeze cut through the grass creating relaxing sounds such as the wind blowing through the high grass and the crickets in the background as it cleared his mind. He sat there for several minutes before laying on his back. As he lay there, he remembered his battle with Murtagh and his dragon and getting stabbed. It wasn't that he hadn't been stabbed before, after years of experiences it was rare for a blade to break his defenses, but he wasn't accustomed to fighting others on the backs of dragons. He concluded that the blade had pierced in between the folds of his armor and that it had been coated with poison, which is why he had experienced the burning sensation.
Remembering that he had the satchel from the rider and put it in his pocket dimension. Pulling forth the satchel, it landed in his open hand. As soon as the satchel landed in his hand, the drumming of his soul burst out. Looking in all directions he saw that there were no dragons near him. His soul told him that there were dragons but he saw none, turning his gaze back to the satchel he reached in and felt around. Inside was that of many other satchels, but this one appeared to be filled with some sort of rocks.
Pulling one out, it was a dark shade yellow color and that it was glowing from the within. As he brought it closer to his face to get a better look, it burst into flames. Ethereal cords shot from where it burst into flames and were absorbed into his body. When it hit him he was intoxicated by the power that only one thing brought, a dragon soul.
This was new information, a dragon soul trapped within a stone, he would have to ask someone for an explanation. Feeling the energy disperse through his body and eventually disappear, looking back at the satchel and the two remaining 'dragon soul stones' he sent it back into the pocket dimension. Needing something to do, he stood up and began to look for the forges.
'More'
He shook his head getting rid of the voice.
It was still early in the morning, so there were very few people awake, so he could not ask for directions. Spending nearly thirty minutes looking around, he finally came across the forges. Upon arriving he could hear the sound of a hammer beating down on metal.
Moving towards the sound, he saw a tall, hulking man with wild black hair hammering down on what appeared to be the hilt of a sword. Approaching the smith, he gave a quick cough to gain the man's attention. Looking up from his work the man turned to look at Marius and placed the hammer in his hand on an anvil.
"Can I help you?" the man asked.
"In a way I suppose. I was wondering if I could use the forge."
"I take it you're a blacksmith then?"
"Yes, indeed I am."
"Well, in that case, I'm falling behind schedule. There are some broken swords that need fixing and if you like it there are some materials around that can be used to make new ones."
"Thank you. It's been a while since I felt the heat of the forge." Marius said as he removed his shirt and put on an apron.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Horst," he said as he put his hand forward.
"Marius." Taking the offered hand and giving it a shake.
With enough said, Marius went to work. He missed the heat of the forge and the feeling of pounding metal into new shapes. Moving the broken sword pile, he began to repair them. He sent a good amount of time on each blade, restoring it, sharpening the sides then testing them to make sure they would hold up in battle. Putting others that would not in the pile to be melted and forged into new weapons. Moving to the raw material pile, he grabbed some steel and began to work with it, shaping it into a Nordic design.
He spent a good amount of time making the blade. The steel that was given was similar to the most steel used by the blacksmiths of Tamriel, but it was slightly heavier. Placing the blade on the grindstone he sharpened it and wrapped the hilt in leather. Once finished with the blade he placed it on a table, before moving to the next. He repeated the same steps a several times before Horst came over to him.
"By Angvard…" Horst said as he picked up one of the newly crafted blades. Looking over every little detail, and then tested it by swinging it around, testing how well it would hold up.
"This sword is a bloody masterpiece. Where did you learn how to make a blade into such an art?" Horst asked.
"I've had years of practice and travelling around gathering different methods and experimenting with different kinds of material, I've had enough time to refine my art."
"You are clearly a master smith, and you are welcome to come by the forges any day!" Horst said as he replaced the blade on the table with the others.
"I thank you for your kind words." Marius stated, as Horst turned and went back to work.
Marius continued working on blades of his design for hours before he ran out of materials to turn into blades. He left the forge and made his way towards the kitchens.
Arriving at the kitchens, he was assaulted by the smell of hundreds of sweaty men and the sound of hundreds of men. Getting a bowl and filled it up with whatever was in one of the large pots. After filling it he went and sat down at a table near the back, alone. Slowly eating the stew, he was thinking of home. His thoughts were interrupted by cheers, he looked up and saw that the some of the soldiers were crowding around a table.
Finishing his stew, he got up and strode over to the commotion to see what was happening. As he approached he caught sight of a board with pieces with different runes on them. Watching the players for several minutes he started to understand the rules of the game.
"May I join the game?" he asked, producing a small coin purse filled with coins.
"It shouldn't be a problem." One of the men replied.
Sitting down at the table, he was dealt some runes and some of the men put some coins in the center of the table. Feeling the need to add something to the wager, he pulled out a sapphire and a few gold coins and add them to the pile. The soldiers around the table eyed the sapphire with greed.
After several different rounds, the men he was playing with became angry and frustrated. With each round, Marius won he had accumulated quite a fortune, nothing compared to the one he had elsewhere, but for one game, it was good. Reaching for the pile of money that he had just won this would help him get things in this new world. One the soldier's hands lashed out and grabbed his wrist.
"You're cheating!" the man shouted and he began to squeeze Marius's wrist.
"I am not, I just happen to be good at games." Marius stated in a calm voice. "Now please release my wrist."
The man just squeezed harder. Quicker than the man could blink he had received a punch in the face, breaking his nose and sending him to the floor, Marius was suddenly pulled to his feet from behind him. Without hesitation he threw the person behind him on to the table, sending his earnings everywhere, then punched them in the gut.
Pain suddenly flared up in his back, someone had punched him where he had been stabbed and the wound had healed but a bruise was still there. The pain that came with it was enough for him to let loose some on his control, he grabbed the man by the throat and lift him into the air. Everyone around him looked in awe and fear as he easily lifted the man. He threw the man to the side, and sent a fierce glare to everyone else in the circle, they slowly started backing away.
He needed to get out here before these soldiers ended up getting themselves killed, turning he walked out. It was now dark outside and it would be harder for someone to notice him, he used an invisibility spell and left the area.
During the night, there were a series of several strange screeches echo off in the distance. The sounds were heard throughout the entire camp, everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their gaze towards the sounds. Everyone knew that there was someone or something killing some manner of hellish creatures out there.
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