It was almost midday in the town of Era and it seemed like any other day at current, vendors were selling their wares and people moving to and from shops and occupying the streets, however in a small pub in the outskirts of the town a lone figure could be seen in the corner his skull like mask blocking his face while his dark clothing seems to almost emit shadows while he waited. Sol was here under the guise of his Onyx Moon persona Reaper since the job he had been offered to take was one that he knew he couldn’t take on as a member of the company. He actually chuckled a bit as he waited since despite this being a town where the Magic Council was based in he still found that they were lax in some areas. The warlord knew that if the council and by extension the rune knights were actually diligent on keeping guard then he should have been unable to get in with outmuch fuss but yet here he was in a tavern and he had managed to get in by hiding in a tourists shadow before separating when he had gotten far enough into the city.
And here he sat waiting for his partner to arrive for this mission, he had no idea who he was working with but as long as they could get the job done and not raise to many alarms he was fine with it. While he waited the slayer was coming up with multiple escape plans for what would come next, as he waited Sol also thought back to the other issues that he had been dealing with as well one of which being his new apprentice Raviel and his initial stubborn attitude and pride, the Warlord could understand bring proud since he had been for the longest time until Demi beat it out of him but the young prince had to learn that holding onto such pride would only harm him in the long run. The Reaper was also dealing with studying the plagues from the spot on Tolgalen that was still sealed off, it was not uncommon to see the CEO Sleeping at his desk after his paper work was done due to how hard he pushed himself to get research done on antidotes and vaccines. While normally Sol didn’t do these missions as often as he used to he found that sometimes a darker mission helped him calm down and balanced him out when he started feeling his more dangerous urges start to claw at him. While Sol was at peace with himself he knew he could no longer keep his darker urges hidden away he had to vent them or bad things would happen but as he did keep them vented and maintained he found he was feeling better he was more stable and less irritable.
While Demi had taught him much and helped him gain much more control on his anger it was his focus on keeping balance that also made him become better as well. Sol also had to deal with the issue of what the council had called him in his Onyx Moon Disguise now, A Warlord of Fiore they called him more specific the Warlord of Superbia which made the slayer snort at the title. While he had been prideful in the past he had been broken of that rather quickly and he was better now that he was more humble. The Warlord never assumed he was better then anyone else nor did he assume he he was stronger then them since underestimating a foe was a good way to end up dead fast. No Sol always was prepping plans in his head and always considered what he would have to do to survive and win his next battle. The Reaper never dropped his guard not even when he slept and he was always making sure to keep up on his training. He turned his masked visage to the entrance of the pub and sighed, he hated waiting when he was like this but he could not start this mission without his partner and until they showed he would wait
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And here he sat waiting for his partner to arrive for this mission, he had no idea who he was working with but as long as they could get the job done and not raise to many alarms he was fine with it. While he waited the slayer was coming up with multiple escape plans for what would come next, as he waited Sol also thought back to the other issues that he had been dealing with as well one of which being his new apprentice Raviel and his initial stubborn attitude and pride, the Warlord could understand bring proud since he had been for the longest time until Demi beat it out of him but the young prince had to learn that holding onto such pride would only harm him in the long run. The Reaper was also dealing with studying the plagues from the spot on Tolgalen that was still sealed off, it was not uncommon to see the CEO Sleeping at his desk after his paper work was done due to how hard he pushed himself to get research done on antidotes and vaccines. While normally Sol didn’t do these missions as often as he used to he found that sometimes a darker mission helped him calm down and balanced him out when he started feeling his more dangerous urges start to claw at him. While Sol was at peace with himself he knew he could no longer keep his darker urges hidden away he had to vent them or bad things would happen but as he did keep them vented and maintained he found he was feeling better he was more stable and less irritable.
While Demi had taught him much and helped him gain much more control on his anger it was his focus on keeping balance that also made him become better as well. Sol also had to deal with the issue of what the council had called him in his Onyx Moon Disguise now, A Warlord of Fiore they called him more specific the Warlord of Superbia which made the slayer snort at the title. While he had been prideful in the past he had been broken of that rather quickly and he was better now that he was more humble. The Warlord never assumed he was better then anyone else nor did he assume he he was stronger then them since underestimating a foe was a good way to end up dead fast. No Sol always was prepping plans in his head and always considered what he would have to do to survive and win his next battle. The Reaper never dropped his guard not even when he slept and he was always making sure to keep up on his training. He turned his masked visage to the entrance of the pub and sighed, he hated waiting when he was like this but he could not start this mission without his partner and until they showed he would wait
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