Sleeping sun, rising moon. A barren village, its square illuminated by a rather out-of-place bonfire. Distant, seemingly alien squeals wafting about, intermingled with the strong evening breeze. A "hollow" atmosphere stagnated within the confines of the wall-like constructions known as houses, or was it, perhaps, that they were the source of this unmistakable eeriness? One thing was for sure...
"This is going to be some adventure..."
Ofcourse, the word "adventure" was all but accurate. Chosen on a sarcastic whim, it was felt as if it pictured the current situation appropriately in its given context. But more so than anything, it was the sign of start, muttered in an exhasperated rush for a faster beginning, since having things start earlier means they get to end earlier as well. Still, oblivious to his words the dread-invoking outskirts of the ghost town forced all forms of enthusiasm to plummet and just like any soldier, Aegis didn't like having low morale.
"Hm, I wonder when the girls are going to get here." - spoke the knight as he stood perched upon the rotting trunk of a tree which seemed like it didn't have much luck, judging by the burn marks.
'It's like they've burned a witch on this thing' were the words which formed in responce to the first sighting of the decaying corpse of the flora common for the area, though the cyan man shook, or more like shuddered them off almost instantly. Dry humor didn't stand on good terms with such spooky places after all, so he chose not to think of such troubling things, especially since they might as well end up being true for all he knew.
"I wonder if they'll be able to cope with this place..."
As he sat on his makeshift vantage point, the expressionless guild master was staring up ahead at what stood at the end of a dusty "street" conveniently located before him. Apparantly it was one of the main paths of the village, so as such it led straight to its square where at that time sat several freelance mages. While their lively voices boomed around the desolate space all around, the gentle aroma of what was supposedly the village's finest beef slowly drifted towards the inamused knight. While it was true that he was a little hungry, the resurfacing memory of why he was there in the first place prevented him from joining the camping men in their feast. Well, there was also the fact that seeing beef in a town that smells of a graveyard was mildly suspicious, but that was a lesser worry.
'I'm so happy to have you here.'
Once more, the strangely troubling words began echoing in Aegis' mind.
'I'm guessing you got our distress call. Well there has been some strange events happening, even stranger than usual.'
'How reassuring.' he thought, a wry smile breaking his emotionless expression.
'We believe that the principle at the school has been dabbling in the dark arts and has been possessed. The children and faculty of the school have been acting strange as well staying over night in the school almost daily. Can you find out what is causing this and capture the principle?'
As if synchronised with his recurring thoughts, the twisted silhouettes of nearby trees began creaking as their dry branches were caressed by the contrastingly pleasant winds.
"Uh huh..."
'aint that reassuring' he wanted to say, but then realised it'd do well to stop chanting those words as if a prayer to some sort of deity. Infact, if one was to observe the situation from afar, it would certainly seem like a scene worthy of notice. A blue cleric, as though enveloped by the benevolence of the moon above facing off against the hazy shapes all around. Indeed, grotesque as they were, the dead, leafless trees resembled the shadows of demons and other foul creatures of the dark. Were the observer imaginative enough, it would be safe to assume it was like a scene from some foreign epic, the one just before the main protagonist's decisive battle. The paragon of righteousness opposed by the ever-molding figures of darkness.
"Indeed, just like a brave knight from some folk tale or myth."
Creak.
Crecreak.
Creak.
Creaaaaaaaak.
"Guh..."
Cre---Hashink!
In tact with the sound of a sword being sheathed, a single branch fell to the ground, its fading existence denied any function it might have still held. With a thud, its edgy surface bore itself halfway into the soft, ash-like soil in 4 pieces. But more so than the twisted wooden rod, it seemed like the knight's composure had started to creak itself.
"A daunting foe indeed..."
It seemed Aegis had enough of standing in in wait within the inhospitable landscape, a fact which was only proven further as he rose up from the fallen trunk. Using the long, arguably too long, one hundred and twenty-eight centimetre long sheath as a pillar of support, the cyan man stood up and dusted his calf-long trench coat.
Ofcourse, it wasn't really the sheath that was long, as its size is defined by the contents it's destined to carry, so one could say that what proved more troubling than the sheath's length was the proportion of the blade it held compared to its hilt. Or perhaps, the difference between the knight's height and that of the weapon.But no matter how one looked at it, one fact remained the same. It was a pretty long sword. In fact, what one should worry about is the difference between the lengthiness of a spear in comparison to that katana. Indeed, the worrying part was that there was no real difference. Regardless, the figure of the abnormally long blade seemed less frightening when sheathed, perhaps mostly due to it seeming less like a sword and more like some kind of foreign staff. Although admittedly its subtle, yet noticable curve does raise suspicion.
"*sigh* Just how long does it take for them to come here, I wonder."
Practically succumbing to the zealous noises and their rather successful attempts to induce restlessness, Aegis looked into the foggy distance where the winding road reached in its path of conquest through the surrounding forest.
"This is going to be some adventure..."
Ofcourse, the word "adventure" was all but accurate. Chosen on a sarcastic whim, it was felt as if it pictured the current situation appropriately in its given context. But more so than anything, it was the sign of start, muttered in an exhasperated rush for a faster beginning, since having things start earlier means they get to end earlier as well. Still, oblivious to his words the dread-invoking outskirts of the ghost town forced all forms of enthusiasm to plummet and just like any soldier, Aegis didn't like having low morale.
"Hm, I wonder when the girls are going to get here." - spoke the knight as he stood perched upon the rotting trunk of a tree which seemed like it didn't have much luck, judging by the burn marks.
'It's like they've burned a witch on this thing' were the words which formed in responce to the first sighting of the decaying corpse of the flora common for the area, though the cyan man shook, or more like shuddered them off almost instantly. Dry humor didn't stand on good terms with such spooky places after all, so he chose not to think of such troubling things, especially since they might as well end up being true for all he knew.
"I wonder if they'll be able to cope with this place..."
As he sat on his makeshift vantage point, the expressionless guild master was staring up ahead at what stood at the end of a dusty "street" conveniently located before him. Apparantly it was one of the main paths of the village, so as such it led straight to its square where at that time sat several freelance mages. While their lively voices boomed around the desolate space all around, the gentle aroma of what was supposedly the village's finest beef slowly drifted towards the inamused knight. While it was true that he was a little hungry, the resurfacing memory of why he was there in the first place prevented him from joining the camping men in their feast. Well, there was also the fact that seeing beef in a town that smells of a graveyard was mildly suspicious, but that was a lesser worry.
'I'm so happy to have you here.'
Once more, the strangely troubling words began echoing in Aegis' mind.
'I'm guessing you got our distress call. Well there has been some strange events happening, even stranger than usual.'
'How reassuring.' he thought, a wry smile breaking his emotionless expression.
'We believe that the principle at the school has been dabbling in the dark arts and has been possessed. The children and faculty of the school have been acting strange as well staying over night in the school almost daily. Can you find out what is causing this and capture the principle?'
As if synchronised with his recurring thoughts, the twisted silhouettes of nearby trees began creaking as their dry branches were caressed by the contrastingly pleasant winds.
"Uh huh..."
'aint that reassuring' he wanted to say, but then realised it'd do well to stop chanting those words as if a prayer to some sort of deity. Infact, if one was to observe the situation from afar, it would certainly seem like a scene worthy of notice. A blue cleric, as though enveloped by the benevolence of the moon above facing off against the hazy shapes all around. Indeed, grotesque as they were, the dead, leafless trees resembled the shadows of demons and other foul creatures of the dark. Were the observer imaginative enough, it would be safe to assume it was like a scene from some foreign epic, the one just before the main protagonist's decisive battle. The paragon of righteousness opposed by the ever-molding figures of darkness.
"Indeed, just like a brave knight from some folk tale or myth."
Creak.
Crecreak.
Creak.
Creaaaaaaaak.
"Guh..."
Cre---Hashink!
In tact with the sound of a sword being sheathed, a single branch fell to the ground, its fading existence denied any function it might have still held. With a thud, its edgy surface bore itself halfway into the soft, ash-like soil in 4 pieces. But more so than the twisted wooden rod, it seemed like the knight's composure had started to creak itself.
"A daunting foe indeed..."
It seemed Aegis had enough of standing in in wait within the inhospitable landscape, a fact which was only proven further as he rose up from the fallen trunk. Using the long, arguably too long, one hundred and twenty-eight centimetre long sheath as a pillar of support, the cyan man stood up and dusted his calf-long trench coat.
Ofcourse, it wasn't really the sheath that was long, as its size is defined by the contents it's destined to carry, so one could say that what proved more troubling than the sheath's length was the proportion of the blade it held compared to its hilt. Or perhaps, the difference between the knight's height and that of the weapon.But no matter how one looked at it, one fact remained the same. It was a pretty long sword. In fact, what one should worry about is the difference between the lengthiness of a spear in comparison to that katana. Indeed, the worrying part was that there was no real difference. Regardless, the figure of the abnormally long blade seemed less frightening when sheathed, perhaps mostly due to it seeming less like a sword and more like some kind of foreign staff. Although admittedly its subtle, yet noticable curve does raise suspicion.
"*sigh* Just how long does it take for them to come here, I wonder."
Practically succumbing to the zealous noises and their rather successful attempts to induce restlessness, Aegis looked into the foggy distance where the winding road reached in its path of conquest through the surrounding forest.
"Hopefully they'll find their way."