The sun rose towards the sky and a couple of roosters, from different farmhouse’s, greeted the morning rays of sunlight. A cloud of dust appeared on the horizon as an enormous chariot thundered over the dirt road. The chariot was a menacing vehicle, armed with large blades and pulled by two aurochs. The reigns were in the hands of a giant of a man, whose copper face was framed by crimson hairs. If his face had been a copper mask, then it would have been weathered down by decades of weather and the beating of hammers; his nose had been at least broken once if not more and his face was clearly kissed by the sun a lot. Hard eyes pierced bellow thick bustling brows and looked a head full of confidence. His broad chest was covered by a thick bronze cuirass that had been decorated by gold and dark red ocker emale. Behind him fluttered a heavy cloak, trimmed with golden fur, in the wind. His upper legs were protected by a plated skirt and upon his hip hung a broad sword with a lion pommel. His chins and underarms were protected by heavy bronze slabs and decorated with the same golden fur as his cloak; his feet were strangely bare for such an armoured warrior.
Gangting, the slayer of demons, rode through fields of gold and fields of green on his way towards Minstrel. He had finished a job for his guild Dies Irae and was now heading home, to Amber Isle. The job had been in the monster lands and he had travelled back through Crocus and Era, enjoying the taverns there and looking for other jobs that he could do as he travelled home. Thought’s Amber Isle wasn’t exactly his home, it was more his residence for his exile. His true home was in the grant city of Duoshang, whose outer walls could encompass the average province in Fiore. Gangting was once known as the Warrior-king of Duoshang, a unifier of peoples, foe of demons and a builder of a fast empire. Thoughts he had turned mad and challenged the gods themselves, he was cast down and buried for aeons until he reawakened a couple of years ago. History was not kind on him as his name had been forgotten and his empire had fallen, its cities invested by the dark spawn he once fought. He had attempted to reconquer his former territory, but he failed as he nearly died within the walls of his once-proud capital city. He barely escaped with divine intervention; the giant slayer still carried his grave wounds he had received months ago. His right leg was severely burned and there was a festering wound upon his chest, both still hurt him and prevent him from regaining his former strength back. No medicine thus far had any effect besides lifting some of the pain, even his wounds were covered in herbs, ointments and bound. It was on his way back that he met his old friend Johann von Weiss, whom promised his support and that of his guild if he helped him out with his job and if the redhaired slayer would join his guild. Johann had created a guild in the time that Gangting was fighting in mountains, valleys and deserts of his former empire. Gangting joined, as he had nothing else to turn to for now and it, he had learned the hard way he was not strong enough to go on his crusade alone.
Gangting had ridden all day, only stopping twice to eat but soon he would stop and set up his camp as the sun was near to kiss the horizon. His camp would be a large stone pavilion that he would stamp out the ground, literally. He would ride on until it was dark, however, he stopped earlier. There was a smell in the air, a smell he knew as darkness. It was not demon, but it was undead. He followed the smell until he saw a camp, the sentries were not human; or at least they were not living humans, these were spectres. The spectres wore curious attires, their helmets were conical shaped, and they seemed only to wear a cuirass, not so different from his own attire he thought. The sight of the undead set his kindle of hatred ablaze as his hatred for the undead and demon flared up.
The giant jumped off his chariot and dashed towards the closet sentries, the ground shook with every step he took. ”Earth demon’s Spiked Wave!” shouted the giant. The earth around him glows golden and defied gravity as earth raised towards the sky to form long thine spikes, covert by the golden aura. The spikes rushed outwards from him.
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