03-16-2018, 02:57 PM
Atelos and Shang rode their horses towards the gate, the grinding cogs whirred into life as the Spartan barked the order to lower the gate. The loud metal gate fell onto the ground with a thud and Atelos clicked his tongue at his horse, raising the reins to move forward.
“Captain? I think your fan club is here.” The Sorcerer slyly replied. Atelos turned his head to see his four recruits running and calling for him to stop. He turned around his horse to greet his soldiers, as they came running, gasping for air.
“Private Lopez, how can I help you?” The delegated leader of the group stood before him, panting. She looked up at the Spartan, fully donned in armor, his war-face intimidating her slightly. She turned to the rest of the group to regain confidence before handing a small bundle of paper with a bow on top of it to the Spartan.
The Spartan’s face turned to one of confusion, “Paper? What am I supposed to do with this?”
Shang chuckled at the Spartan’s ineptitude at social cues, “I believe that is a gift Captain. Many people today wrap the gifts with paper to surprise the recipient.” Atelos’ face flushed red as he realized his social misstep. The recruits looked hopeful at Atelos, as he mumbled over to the Sorcerer.
“How do I get this gift out of its container? Do I rip the paper?” With a smile Shang nodded his head. Atelos let out a big smile before ripping apart the nicely wrapped gift. Underneath was a finely crafted black, leather sheath with the words ‘Defender of Darkshire’ embroidered into it. Pulling a hilt out of the sheath followed a bronze blade, one that reminded him of his time in Sparta. Giving out a hearty chuckled, Atelos swung the blade, the metal humming in the air.
“This is a fine blade. I shall think of you Privates whenever I use it. Now if you excuse me, I need to be off.” The privates looked rather pleased with themselves as they saluted the Captain. The two primes lead their horses out of the gate and onto their proposed destination.
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Tracking the beast was an easy job, not far into their search Atelos and Shang could see the devastation that the beast had brought onto the land. The treeline had been demolished and large footprints created craters into the ground. Atelos was lost in memories of his first fight with the beast.
“So tell me Atelos, what is the mighty beast like?” Shang curiously prodded at the Spartan.
“The enormous monster has a hide thicker than steel and claws sharper than any blade. Worst of all the beast has blood hotter than fire!”
“And here I was thinking you were hot blooded.” The Sorcerer cracked a smile at his joke.
“No sorcerer, while my blood may be hot, this beast has magma flowing through its veins.” The Spartan was completely unaware of the Sorcerer’s prodding. His voice carried throughout the air.
His voice quickly became nothing more than a whisper as a loud, piercing roar echoed. Birds flew out of their trees in fear and everything evil stayed quietly hidden in the forest.
“I fear we are getting nearer, Sorcerer.”
“Captain? I think your fan club is here.” The Sorcerer slyly replied. Atelos turned his head to see his four recruits running and calling for him to stop. He turned around his horse to greet his soldiers, as they came running, gasping for air.
“Private Lopez, how can I help you?” The delegated leader of the group stood before him, panting. She looked up at the Spartan, fully donned in armor, his war-face intimidating her slightly. She turned to the rest of the group to regain confidence before handing a small bundle of paper with a bow on top of it to the Spartan.
The Spartan’s face turned to one of confusion, “Paper? What am I supposed to do with this?”
Shang chuckled at the Spartan’s ineptitude at social cues, “I believe that is a gift Captain. Many people today wrap the gifts with paper to surprise the recipient.” Atelos’ face flushed red as he realized his social misstep. The recruits looked hopeful at Atelos, as he mumbled over to the Sorcerer.
“How do I get this gift out of its container? Do I rip the paper?” With a smile Shang nodded his head. Atelos let out a big smile before ripping apart the nicely wrapped gift. Underneath was a finely crafted black, leather sheath with the words ‘Defender of Darkshire’ embroidered into it. Pulling a hilt out of the sheath followed a bronze blade, one that reminded him of his time in Sparta. Giving out a hearty chuckled, Atelos swung the blade, the metal humming in the air.
“This is a fine blade. I shall think of you Privates whenever I use it. Now if you excuse me, I need to be off.” The privates looked rather pleased with themselves as they saluted the Captain. The two primes lead their horses out of the gate and onto their proposed destination.
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Tracking the beast was an easy job, not far into their search Atelos and Shang could see the devastation that the beast had brought onto the land. The treeline had been demolished and large footprints created craters into the ground. Atelos was lost in memories of his first fight with the beast.
“So tell me Atelos, what is the mighty beast like?” Shang curiously prodded at the Spartan.
“The enormous monster has a hide thicker than steel and claws sharper than any blade. Worst of all the beast has blood hotter than fire!”
“And here I was thinking you were hot blooded.” The Sorcerer cracked a smile at his joke.
“No sorcerer, while my blood may be hot, this beast has magma flowing through its veins.” The Spartan was completely unaware of the Sorcerer’s prodding. His voice carried throughout the air.
His voice quickly became nothing more than a whisper as a loud, piercing roar echoed. Birds flew out of their trees in fear and everything evil stayed quietly hidden in the forest.
“I fear we are getting nearer, Sorcerer.”
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