The Swordsman's Apprentice

Incessantly flipping through the pages of the book laying on the bar in front of him, Ardere let out a heavy breath. It was not often that he could be found at the guild hall, at least not found here doing nothing. He always enjoyed a good read, and when things appeared to be calm, it was the best time to relax. But this book was something written on the Cursed Lands, for a future endeavor. It was a bit frustrating to find there was such a lack of information on certain areas in those lands. Picking a route where he had any idea of what was around him was next to impossible, but fortunately he had some time. Relaxing and taking in the information placed upon the pages, his ears began ringing for a moment. For about a second, the few hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He felt the breeze roll into the guild, as a disturbance in the magical presence of the hall shifted. What could that be? Closing the book shit, he turned to the right a bit as a portal opened up in the guild. Immediately being forced to slid backwards a meter, he dug his feet into the ground. Feeling the suction of the vortex, he used his superior strength kick off of the bar stool. Unsheathing Clarent, the guild master slammed the crimson blade several inches into the floor, gripping it tightly. He waited for a few moments, but nothing exited the vortex. It seems we have a visitor, I'll be back as soon as I can. Digging his feet against the bar, he kicked off with all of his might, and was sucked in by the vortex. Maintaining his balance as much as possible, traveling through space was always somewhat disorienting. The blue of colors and swirls all came to a halt as he landed in a rather pretty looking area, one he had never seen before. He was not sure exactly where he was, but he kept his senses alert. Anyone home? His red headband falling down his broad shoulders, the fire mage awaited his answer with a sword in hand.

Observing the world around him, Ardere was sure he had entered some sort of alternate plan of existence. The extent of this plane was not anything he could determine even with slayer senses, but he was quite intrigued by wherever he so happened to be. His purpose unknown, his destination unsure, the fire age found himself slowly pacing forward until a docile black and white creature made it's approach. Well hello there. It did not appear to be an enemy, but it was a bit forceful bringing him to where he needed to be. Oh, alright then. Walking over the water was somewhat strange, large fish swimming throughout the body of water. It was certainly a sight to behold, but his caution had to outweigh his intrigue, otherwise he could be taken off guard. The panda certainly had an agenda, as it took him all the way across the lake, not taking any time to stop and observe their surroundings, or even rest. They were now beginning to approach a structure, perhaps as beautiful as the rest of this world. It appeared to be a shrine of sorts, with a young woman at it's center. Where was he truly? Perhaps this woman could give him the answers he sought, perhaps not. The panda would finally come to a stop, and he wiggled out of it's grip. Rubbing his wrists, the Samurai dressed in red looked towards the young woman. She was just as surprised as he was to his entry into this world. My name's Ardere, and as for my entry, a port sort of decided to open itself in my guild hall. Stepping forward a bit, but not too intrusively, he placed a leather covered hand on his hip. I guess it was fate then. His orange eyes stayed fixated upon the woman, as he inquired upon their location. So she created this herself, almost like a pocket dimension.


(Sorry it was a bit short, so tired.)

Shifting his stance side to side, Ardere's orange glowing eyes observed the world around him. He couldn't say that he had been anywhere like this before, but it was a familiar feeling. Fortunately, he had some time to spend here. The young woman and her panda, presumably a creation of the world she had laid out here, seemed quite intriguing. Keeping his sword sheathed now, he folded his red, leather covered arms. He usually wore a full suit of armor, but in his casual wear he only bore the red gauntlets. The rest of his outfit consisted of a red jacket, and black pants with red sewn into it. It would seem not. Raising a brow, he found it odd that she did not send for him herself. He had imagined he was summoned here, but it was now apparent that it was not the case. Perhaps this world was quite responsive to her thoughts and wishes, to a certain extent. Regardless of this 'accident', she did require some assistance from the fire mage. He was not surprised, fate worked in mysterious ways, and he was no stranger to this sort of thing. Depends on what you need help with. Extending his pale hand, the guild master lightly grabbed the end of scroll he had been handed. It was an odd looking scroll, but he got the jist of what it was; a fire scroll. Letting go of the parchment, he adjusted the leather straps on his jacket. Revealing a black under shirt and two necklaces wrapped around his neck, this was likely to be an interesting venture. Well THAT, I can certainly help with. Taking a few steps back the Fire King took a deep breath. It made a bit more sense now, why the world had chosen him. He was likely the strongest fire mage out there, at the least the most experienced. This came from a long legacy, and years of training. Not all of his skill was tied to his bloodline, he had a rough upbringing, and worked hard for where he was at. Where should we begin? Ms? Unsheathing the crimson blade across his back, black flames shimmered across the sharpened edges. Twirling the blade between his pale fingers, the brown haired Samurai awaited his answer. He was a patient man, but he was interested to see what she had in mind. Being no stranger to training or helping others in their magic, he had quite the way of doing things. It seemed his quest for knowledge had turned into one of spreading that information. 

So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne