Use Your Head Always sporting a sense of adventure, Sir Arborsdale was usually seen on the road. He had more than enough funds to cover his extensive travels, as he came from a wealthy family. The hope of finding new and wonderful places had seen him meandering all over the continent. But he always traveled by carriage; he didn't have have the stamina to do all of that on foot. The comfort of his vehicle made sure that every one of his excursions was pleasant and safe.
However, on this particular trip, he made a terrible mistake. Night had fallen while he was on the road, and both the driver and the horses were tired. With civilization nowhere in sight, Sir Arborsdale decided that they should stop the carriage under the shelter of some trees and sleep there for the night. Besides, he had slept in one luxurious inn after another over the past few days - a change of pace could do him some good.
He slept restfully
Happiness The activity over the past few days had taken its toll on Aisuno - he was going to be sleeping in today. Ukida understood that need, even encouraged it. She couldn't afford to have him hurt himself by pushing himself too hard. Unfortunately, they were starting to run low on supplies; with her master in bed, that meant that Ukida would be responsible for the shopping.
Naturally, she had a great deal of skills under her belt. She was adept in combat, skilled with first aid, and fairly capable when it came to making repairs. But she never got the opportunity to learn about shopping. She figured it couldn't be very difficult - just go into the shop, pick out the necessary items, and pay the shopkeeper for them. From her experience with Aisuno, she knew that it was in fact the shopkeeper's responsibility to calculate the total amount owed for the purchase, which made things even easier for her.
Mine It first came to Verdant's attention when brief flashes of light assaulted her perephiral vision. With each blink, she turned her head, trying to find the source of the annoyance. It was difficult for her to concentrate on anything else with that constant distraction. Eventually, it became too much for her, and she rose to her feet and turned around to face it head-on.
She saw a young man with his arm suspended strangely in the air, almost as if he expected some trained falcon to land on his wrist. The people gathered around him - friends of his, perhaps? - watched his hand intently. Were they waiting for something to happen? Then, suddenly, she was hit by another flash that caused her to blink. But this time, she was able to see where it had come from; the youth wore a watch on his poised arm.
It was a gaudy thing, all silver links and embedded gemstones. She couldn't think why anyone would be ca
KYHTY Chapter 10 Even through the droning sounds of everyday life drifting through the streets, Chrono heard Seiren's cry of distress. In fact, it sounded as though she were fairly close to him. He hurried through the crowds to the back roads, searching frantically for his friend. He was stopped in his tracks when he realized that Pathyr was standing before him. He had only seen the musician once, and under terrible lighting but Chrono was sure it was him.
And yet, he was sure it wasn't.
At first, the sensation was hard to describe. But he soon recognized it as the tendrils of an illusion spell tugging lightly at his mind. He had encountered such obstacles enough that he knew exactly how to counter them but to be fair, the vagrants really had no way of knowing that, whichever one of them it was that was casting the spells.
Chrono stared straight ahead, regarding "Pathyr"
Keep Your Hands To Yourself C9 Pathyr shut the door behind him. Rasgar had been unsure of what he might see on the half-elf's face when he finally returned, but he hoped that would be joy, or exuberance - he'd settle with anything in between. So his heart sank when he saw the look of pained disappointment the other man wore.
"I had them appraised," Pathyr announced. Rasgar knew he was talking about the studs they had taken from that traveler out in the woods. "And... they were worth a great deal more than I thought they would be."
"...And?" The thief tapped his foot impatiently. "So you sold them, right?"
"Ah... no, I did not. Finding out such a thing has only confirmed my suspicions."
Rasgar looked at him, golden eyes questioning.
"The person who assaulted us may have seemed to be a simpleton, but I seriously doubt that he hasn't noticed
Keep Your Hands To Yourself C7 "Answers?" Rasgar yelled. "You want answers!?" The silver-haired man was on the verge of erupting. Chrono steeled himself for the worst, keeping his gaze steady. Rasgar unclenched one fist and stabbed one accusing finger towards the intuder. "How about you give me some answers? Why in the name of all that is sacred did you destroy my sausage!?"
Chrono blinked in surprise.
"If you want to pick a fight with me, just tell me!" The thief exhaled a sigh, and his shoulders slumped. "There's no need to start annihilating dinner. Do you have any idea how hungy I am?"
The intruder, regaining his resolve, glared at him. "All you need to do is tell me what you did with Seiren."
"We were just talking about her!"
"Right, right." Rasgar dismissed it with a wave of
Path of Vengeance Ch. 2 A chill wind whistled across the plain, ruffling Lyn's pale blue hair and catching his scarf, nearly pulling the fabric off. The young soldier quickly grabbed it and retied it around his neck. Every time he touched it he couldn't help but stop and think about what it meant, and this time was no exception.
"I still can't believe I'm a captain," he thought aloud, admiring the fine crimson silk draped around his neck. It made him swell with pride once more; if only his father were here to see it his son was wearing the same scarf that the old man had worn back in his days in the service
"You're not that important," said a voice from behind him. "Look at what we're doing here." Private Kyle Wolf extended his arms, beckoning for his captain to look back at the old military outpost that had fallen into disuse, stationed out on the edge of civilization. Around the two soldiers and the small
The Curse The scent of blood was everywhere - there was no telling how many people had died here. But that was the way a battlefield smelled. Once you have been a soldier for long enough, you just get used to it. Everywhere I looked I could find more corpses, and yet...
I could still hear those clear notes ringing out in the air. The sound of one sword clashing against another. The battle was still not over. I was briefly surprised that there was anyone left alive.
I may have gotten used to the stenches of death and pain, gotten used to the sight of the blood that painted the hills in grotesque patterns... but the blood I lay in was different. It was my own blood.
Standing back up was too difficult - it was all I could manage to try and keep my eyes open. How could this have happened to me? I'd served on the frontlines of my country for so long, and never once had I taken a maj