“Those who cohort with demoheir sin too,” Viander Kaleb said, revealing his handsome face, his dark hair and eyes, which were peppered with silver. He had cut his hair upoart of the month, as he always did, in the same way as the half elf opposite him.

  “Those who believe they fight for justice may inflict a greater injustice,” he replied, removing his helmet to reveal his half fae face.

  “I had not expected to see you here,” Sir Kaleb admitted, staring at the half elf in full pte.

  “I had to e,” Jonn said.

  “Why?”

  “I swore my Oaths.”

  Kaleb swallowed, staring not at the young man’s face, but the face of a boy, who had walked around the walls of the Order. “I have sworn my Oaths too.”

  “I was tasked to protect those children.”

  “The… goblins and demon?”

  “Iyrmen,” Jonn replied, his voice holding a great threat.

  “…” Kaleb stared at the boy before him before he blinked, and it was repced with a young man, whose eyes were resolute. He drew his bde, the bde glowily.

  Jonn drew his greatsword, pointing it to his old mentor. At first, there were no words spokeween them as they cshed, their bdes speaking for them. While the pair aimed to cut one ahey recalled memories they had not thought of in year.

  ‘I will definitely bee the Master of the Hunt!’ Jonn decred, the boy’s fists ched tight, thrown into the air as he shouted atop the walls during the festival.

  ‘Jon down here!’ Kaleb had shouted, noting the looks of the other Seniors staring at him. He he look from one of the Vianders, Sir Kris Huntsmaster.

  ‘I refuse!’ Jonn cackled, his cheeks flushed a deep red.

  ‘Did you drink the cider?’

  Jonn bliowards Kaleb, before rushing away, causing his mentor to chase after him.

  “You have grown well,” Kaleb said. “You would be at least a Senior.”

  “I am no Senior, I…” Jonn replied, his bde fshing white, exploding with magic as his bde struck true, causing his old mentor to stumbled backwards from the terrible, “am a Manager.”

  ‘You just o keep swinging,’ Kaleb had said, his voice soft and reassuring.

  ‘I ’t do it!’ Jonn had cried. ‘I’m too small.’

  ‘Everyone’s small at first.’ Kaleb smiled. ‘You’re small now, but one day, you’ll be big.’

  ‘Like you?’

  ‘Ah, perhaps not as big as me?’ Kaleb chuckled lightly. ‘If you keep eating yetables, you’ll grow strong too.’

  ‘I don’t like vegetables.’

  ‘Don’t you eat potatoes?’

  ‘Potatoes are vegetables?’

  ‘What else would they be?’

  ‘I thought they were potatoes.’

  ‘Potatoes are a vegetable,’ Kaleb assured.

  ‘What about tomatoes?’

  ‘Tomatoes are…’ Kaleb fell silent. ‘Do you like them?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘They’re a fruit.’

  ‘What?’ Jonn’s eyes narrowed.

  ‘If you eat your potatoes, who knows? You might beaster of the Hunt one day.’

  ‘Master of the Hunt?’

  ‘The Grand ander is the Grand ander, but every so often, there’s a Master of the Hunt. The Master of the Hunt are those who gain so much power, they surpass mortal limits, and bee an Avatar for their vi.’

  ‘Are they strong?’

  ‘They’re the stro.’ Kaleb smiled, upon seeing the beaming within Jonn’s eyes. ‘So make sure you eat yetables.’

  ‘As long as I don’t have to eat fruit.’

  ‘Apples are fruit too.’

  ‘What? Hoples be like tomatoes?’

  ‘Just like how you and I are are both members of this proud Order, even though my ears are round, and yours are pointy.’

  ‘There’s nothing pointy about apples or tomatoes…’

  ‘The stem of apples are sometimes pointy.’

  Jonn fell silent, befng up at Kaleb, who smiled down at him. Sometimes even when his mentor was right, he seemed wrong.

  Kaleb picked up the wooden sword for the boy, who was barely six years old. ‘So swing the sword, and carry your vi within your heart. One day, when you’re big, you’ll be a great hero for children with round ears, and you will teach them to be a great hero for children with pointy ears.’

  ‘I wish I could have met Sir Dayle.’

  ‘Me too.’

  Jonn’s bde felt so heavy within his hands, as though he were a small boy once more. The fshes of the blood filled his vision. He could still see it, again and again, with each cttering of their bdes. Whatever memories he had with his mentor, they were from the Jonn of old, Jonn of the Thousand Hunts. Today, however, he was Jonn, Jonn of the United Kindom.

  The Viander was more powerful than the half elf, that much was certain. The distaween them was the distaween a Grandmaster and a Master. While Kaleb wore a lighter breastpte, Jonn wore full pte, but even so, their defences were fairly even. With his experience over the younger half elf, Kaleb was certainly more powerful. Then there were their bdes.

  Sir Kaleb wielded a Greater Enhanced bde, one which dealt slightly greater damage than typical.

  Jonn, too, wielded a Greater Enhanced bde, one which did not deal greater damage than typical except for a certain trigger he would no doubt soon reach.

  Except, that was not all it could do.

  The bde had been ented by Adam long before Jonn had sworn his Oaths. The bde was a gift, a greatsword with a Greater Enhanced entment, a gift that only the likes of Kings could pass on to nobodies like Jonn.

  There was one particur entment, however, that brought Oathkeeper in a league of its own.

  Jonn had sworn new Oaths, those of Vengeahose which gave him the ability to strike as eagerly as a Rage Dancer, or like his master with his Fighting Spirit. Oathkeeper’s most powerful ability, in the hands of the likes of Jonn, was that it struck true twice as lightly.

  OathkeeperYou gain a +2 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.Critical Hit on a 19 or 20. When you are below half Health, deal an additional 1D6 holy damage.

  Kaleb held on as the thuhreateo shatter his bones, but he let out a pained grunt as the holy magics rocked through his body, fshing hot. His ears thrummed painfully as his eyes grew wide at the terrifying form of Jonn he saw before him. He was no lohe boy that spent so long learning to dance for the festival, and he erhaps no lohe man who had adventured north to find himself. He was now a monster born from the failing his duties, and the vi tht his wrongs, even if it meant bringing his mentor so low.

  Kaleb regretted holding back, and now, it may have been too te...

  Oathkeeper was not the only on that had been ented by the half elf and gifted away. One of the oldest ons he had ented was wielded by a particur figure.

  “I thought I could smell the fiendish ash of wickedry!” a nameless figure ipte ht shouted, engaging with one of the two demons.

  ‘Do you like it when I braid your hair?’

  ‘Yes,’ the boy had said, his toothy smile sht, his amber eyes darting towards his sister. ‘I want it like Jiwohs.’

  ‘I will do my best, but my ability to braid hair is…’

  ‘Hey! What are you saying about my ability to braid hair?’

  ‘It is very good, my liege.’

  ‘Jirot! You love it, don’t you?’

  ‘No!’

  The cackle within her mind cleared her head, allowing only rage to fill it.

  What need did she have of wielding a Greater Enhanced on when she was s?

  DestroyerRequires AttuYou gain a +1 bonus to attack rolls and damage rolls made with this on.Deals 1D6 sshing + 2D6 fire damage. morph between a ring and on at your and.

  With wild abando, Mara swung her greataxe, ign the fshing holy magic that pierced through her, the thunder which rumbled, adding to the symphony of thunder which filled the fort full of Oathsworn.

  ‘Kako, I must eat?’

  Mara had hesitated for a moment, for she wasn’t sure she could accept the title. ‘You should eat a little, since your family makes the food with such love.’

  ‘Okay…’

  ‘Try to eat, just a little bit.’

  ‘Just a little bit?’ the boy had asked.

  ‘Just a little bit,’ Mara had firmed, while her insides had boiled with the heat e.

  ‘How you be my General when you are so weak?’ the girl had asked, holding incredulity within her amber eyes.

  ‘I am not weak!’

  ‘You are not even third pce?’ The girl sipped her ilk, causing trouble ing easy to her as killing came treatfather.

  ‘I am strong too! I am at least as strong as your papo!’

  Jirot had gasped. She reached out to her brother, hugging him close, the boy’s eyes full of betrayal towards the demon. ‘How you say that? How you say it?’

  ‘Just you wait and see!’

  “If you wish to bme anyone, you should-,” unfortunately for the Senior of the Thousand Hunts, Lucy was in no mood to talk.

  Unfortunately for the woman from the reat Destroyer was not a Basihanced on like Destroyer, or a simple Greater on like her own.

  Great DestroyerRequires AttuYou gain a +2 bonus to attack rolls and damage rolls made with this on.Deals 2D6 sshing + 1D6 fire damage. morph between a ring and on at your and. be used to el spells.

  As the rage burst through the nd, they stepped forward.

  “We will have to stop you here,” Amokan said, gring at the King, his lips f a wild grin, though no joy reached his eyes.

  “It would be our honour if you stepped back,” Timojin added.

  The pair held a look in their eyes that dehey had su authority to do such a thing, the pair needing to behave in this way if they wao cim the title of Chief.

  “No,” King Merryweather replied. “It seems you are not the oo block my path today.”

  Amokan and Timojin gnced aside, and without a word, they stepped aside, leaving the Iyrman alone against the greatest warrior across the nd.

  Jurot stood before King Merryweather, magical axe in one hand, magical shield iher. Once more, he had e across the legend known as King Merryweather, but st time they had fought, he was no King, and Jurot was no father.

  Amokan and Timojin know what's up.