Era, a city that to the young mage had always seemed so quiet and calm. Even though only weeks prior the azure-haired mage had been one of the attacking forces to pull the offensive upon the very institutional organisation that had its headquarters located here; The Rune Knights. He'd committed heinous deeds towards both this law-enforcing institution and the people of Era alike, for no goal he could've called even remotedly legitimized. But he'd done it because it felt like a way to find the powerful… and ironically, it *had* brought him to one of those most-powerful people he had been so desparately looking for. His change of heart had depended on his almost instant defeat at the hands of General Mythal Ragnos; a man Albafica revered and both feared. They'd allowed him to join their forces when he had come knocking on their door. Even though the young mage all but justified his deeds… and he would never come to pay for them either. He'd repent forever for the sins he'd wrought, and for once he did not mind being entitled to such a fate.
But his days as a new recruit had been boring; the training, despite harsh, was nothing compared to the training he'd received at the Sanctuary. He kept up without effort, much to many of his fellow recruits’ surprise. It bothered him little; it was part of his sentence, and part of his loyalty towards this new cause… be it that at this point, he only acknowledged two people in this entire city. Mythal Ragnos, General of the Spec Ops branch and the main reason Albafica had denounced his evil ways, and the woman Mythal respected, Serilda Sinclair, the Field Marshall and leader of the Rune Knights. He'd been sceptic at first, but not acknowledging her would thwarth his actions far more greatly… and, although reluctantly, he had to admit she was a nice person to be around. As far as he was around people. The azure-haired mage shook his head and stared out over the many streets below. He should stop daydreaming and head on down. A job had been entrusted to him, so he better get to it before another did.
Word had spread of a stranger beating up people to such an extend that most had been hospitalized at best. The reports had been numerous, but equally vague about the details. The victims were never specified, and the bystanders and witnesses too weren't of much help… some stated the people being criminals, scum and all else that made bars and streets unsafe. Other reports stated they were innocent bystanders to brawls the man had started, but aside from broken furniture and bruised bodies not much more had been found. The man had been rumoured to wander around a specific district riddling with uncanny people, with a description he wasn't much with. Male. Tall. Long, dark hair. Proficient with swords and in hand-to-hand combat, and his most unique trait; eyes the color of amethysts. Most-defining it was, but he wasn't quite planning on looking every dark-haired tall man in the eyes. Still, the gold saint figured that with a bit of questioning he could find the brawls and perhaps, a pattern. With a sigh Albafica invoked his magic,
his body glowing and shifting until it had taken the proportions of a young adult male in his early twenties, complete with a fully-equipped golden armor sporting the Rune Knight's symbol on his chest. Now looking the part, Albafica descended into the city, ready to start his investigation on this brawl-hardy fool.
But his days as a new recruit had been boring; the training, despite harsh, was nothing compared to the training he'd received at the Sanctuary. He kept up without effort, much to many of his fellow recruits’ surprise. It bothered him little; it was part of his sentence, and part of his loyalty towards this new cause… be it that at this point, he only acknowledged two people in this entire city. Mythal Ragnos, General of the Spec Ops branch and the main reason Albafica had denounced his evil ways, and the woman Mythal respected, Serilda Sinclair, the Field Marshall and leader of the Rune Knights. He'd been sceptic at first, but not acknowledging her would thwarth his actions far more greatly… and, although reluctantly, he had to admit she was a nice person to be around. As far as he was around people. The azure-haired mage shook his head and stared out over the many streets below. He should stop daydreaming and head on down. A job had been entrusted to him, so he better get to it before another did.
Word had spread of a stranger beating up people to such an extend that most had been hospitalized at best. The reports had been numerous, but equally vague about the details. The victims were never specified, and the bystanders and witnesses too weren't of much help… some stated the people being criminals, scum and all else that made bars and streets unsafe. Other reports stated they were innocent bystanders to brawls the man had started, but aside from broken furniture and bruised bodies not much more had been found. The man had been rumoured to wander around a specific district riddling with uncanny people, with a description he wasn't much with. Male. Tall. Long, dark hair. Proficient with swords and in hand-to-hand combat, and his most unique trait; eyes the color of amethysts. Most-defining it was, but he wasn't quite planning on looking every dark-haired tall man in the eyes. Still, the gold saint figured that with a bit of questioning he could find the brawls and perhaps, a pattern. With a sigh Albafica invoked his magic,
his body glowing and shifting until it had taken the proportions of a young adult male in his early twenties, complete with a fully-equipped golden armor sporting the Rune Knight's symbol on his chest. Now looking the part, Albafica descended into the city, ready to start his investigation on this brawl-hardy fool.
