“Damn it.” The Tall man mutters under his breath about the other person.
This person held a short curved dagger, although they were the opposite of the tall man in almost every way. This one was short, and unlike the tall man’s red eyes they had neon green. And instead of being built like they were 47, they were built as though they were 12.
“So, Shammus, whatcha doin in these parts? I thought you were fired?” the shorter one spoke up.
“Silence, you weren’t even there when the verdict was called!” Shammus spoke in a riled up tone.
“Haha! You’re itching for a fight, aren’t you?”
And as the child spoke up, a green lightning arched around them, and Shammus took down his cloak with a red halo being formed above his head.
- Eight Years Later…
The battle started off with an arrow flying in the arrow, with a loud bang. Pallad made the first move with a large slash using his greataxe, parried with Wrath stepping in towards the handle, and smacking it away with the flat of his blade.
Then the swoosh of a blade flying through the air along with the splatter of blood on the ground, Clara attempting to run forward only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder from Sornid.
But Pallad only took a minor step back from the slash to his eye, and he lunges forward for a downwards strike. This too is easily parried off by Wrath, but Pallad expected it this time, and took the motion forward being deflected as an opening.
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The blood created an unfortunate blindspot however, and Pallad felt a blade through the same side as his cut eye, and the stoppage of his own before it reaches Wrath’s neck.
Wrath sighs, as he begins; “You made me use a skill, this is truly my loss, after all, we all know I meant if Sir Binn here perished under my blade he’d lose.”
The general removes his sword from Pallad, and Clara rushes forward. Her healing magic being exemplified so much allows Pallad to heal with relative ease, although a light scarring over his right eye.
“Gods Pallad, why’d you accept that?”
“Only way to get us into the city, no?”
“Ha! That’s a great way to think of things!” Wrath laughs, as he commands the guards, “Open the gates!”
As the gates open, the five chosen see a luscious city, clearly with a prosperous economy. The buildings have a similar architecture, yet are all slightly personalized between the marble and clay shingles.
The city streets being made of some other white stone cut into even bricks gave this city only more luxurious a setting, and yet the five heroes were being led by Wrath, who was pointing out the history of some buildings, including the arena, the church, the courthouse, the royal mage tower, and finally ending upon the library.
“Well? Anywhere else you are curious about?”
“Of course we have other locations, but what about the island you mentioned most literature came from?”
“The Island to the north? Therish?” Wrath responds to Bariton’s question with a question of his own, clearly attempting to get some clarification. Upon Bariton’s nod in response, he continues on, “Ah, that island is known to be quite dangerous, and decently far off. We could help you set sail there, although we will not confirm a way back.”
“Hm. That definitely has some uses… Gang?” Bariton looks up, to see Sornid agreeing, along with the other three.
“Well fine, I suppose I’ll get to send you lot away. Stay a bit though, we’ll have it seen to it that you get to leave in a day!”
“Perfect!” Bariton claps his hands together. “Where’s the tavern?”