Paranoia "We have learned much, have we?" The boy said to his sword. Now that he was alone, he felt comfortable removing the blade from the heavy cloth wrapped around it. Whenever he came into cities like these, where none of the citizens openly carried weapons, he was always afraid to walk around with his own in plain sight. It had caused problems in the past. All the same, he hated to have Tyran covered up.
Sitting in a dark, trash-littered alley, Taphram was in one of his rare low moods. He couldn't get the fruitlessness of his search out of his mind. There was some filthy stench coming from the alley that made him want to gag. But at least now he was out of sight, and he was able to talk with Tyran. "I don't think this city can do anything for us. I guess we should be on our way."
When he heard the footsteps approaching him, Taphram hurried to cover up the sword. Who would be willingly coming into a place like this? May
My First Spell "So... I've had something in mind that I've been wanting to talk to you about." As she said this, Shiella's usual confident smile was curiously absent. It wasn't often that she looked as nervous as she did now.
"Do you, really?" the young man next to her said, gesturing at her with an idle wave of his hand. He paused, then allowed his hand to rest on the grass again. "Well, you did bring me out to this secluded spot, and it's just the two of us here. So either you want to talk, or..."
"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't be sarcastic right now," Shiella cut in. "Besides, I'd hardly call this a secluded spot." She nodded her head away from the little hill the two of them sat on, indicating the sparse trees and little walkways that surrounded them. More importantly, the dozen or so people in the area who were either taking leisurely walks or relaxing in the grass like Shiella and her companion, enjoying the nice weathe
YATN Supporting CharactersNILSSAI | HRAESALF
■ Ryushin ■ Soldier
...Short and Sweet
A low-born ryushin who was taken by the kingdom's researchers while she was a teenager - she was to be the first of a project to increase the power of the ryushin army. Through many painful experiments, they were able to augment her abilities to match that of the "pureblood" ryushin, and perhaps even surpass them. However, as a side-effect of what they did to her, she brims with an uncontrollable, destructive rage. She and the project were deemed to be not worth the risk until further studies could yield a solution to this problem, and Nilssai was chained up in the dungeon and abandoned. When the prince heard of this, he decided to set her free against the wishes of the rest of the kingdom, including his father the king - it was this show of kindness that brought her back to something of her former self, and she has since agreed to act as Prince Xile's bodyguard to s
Fateful Encounter There was something here. He could feel it. Kirstaad was prepared to leave the small town as soon as he arrived, as he was so used to winding up in places that were of no use to him. Now, it was only a matter of finding the one who held the Rune Arm.
"We should split up to cover ground more quickly," he stated to the soldier that walked beside him.
"Sir?" The soldier was obviously confused. Kirstaad often forgot that lesser ryushin had a weaker sense for the magic that lay in Rune Arms.
"Don't you sense it? Never mind, that was an awfully stupid question." He shook his head. "Someone in this town has a Rune Arm. But I guess you really aren't much use to me if you can't sense that. In that case... just wander around, and look for someone suspicious, I suppose. You should be able to do that much."
"Yes, sir," the soldier said automatically. He fidgeted uncomfortably as
Misguided Turning his head slowly, Keizen regarded the figures standing before him. There were eight in all. He couldn't remember the last time he had faced down so many opponents on his own, let alone on their terms. The psion couldn't believe he had let them sneak up on him like this. He blamed it on the fact that it was so hard to see anything in this forest, especially at night. That he shouldn't have been walking through here on his own was an issue he wasn't willing to address.
"I'm giving you one chance to back off," Keizen said authoritatively. "Otherwise you're all going to die." Ordinarily, he wouldn't even think of trying to scare them off. But a fight like this had the potential to see him severely wounded. His only chance of getting out of this unscathed was if these bandits weren't very highly trained - unfortunately the only way to find out would be to watch their movements, and once one attacked him, most certainly all of them would
Information Leak "The Northern Blade's identity revealed! Photographs inside!" The words emblazoned on the journal jolted her with more fear than she'd ever felt when facing down a dragon. Thorin stood there for a moment, staring through the shop window at the cover of the newest issue of a monthly publication. But she realized that if those terrible words were true, then she needed to hide immediately. She darted into a nearby alley, hoping that no one saw her.
Identity revealed? How was that even possible? Had someone spotted her with the Northern Blade's sword? Had they seen her while she was changing out of his trademark garb? But she had been so careful... she always was. How had she slipped up?
And... photographs? What were those again? Then she remembered hearing about it once - there was apparently some way of using light magic to burn an image into a special kind of paper, or something like that. But didn't that require a
Hopelessness I winced as the strap was tightened around my back. I don't think the boy behind me had any experience with suiting someone up with armor - he kept pulling the straps too tight, and some of the pieces were on crooked. All the same, I supposed I should just be grateful that I was even being given armor at all.
"This is an important position, as I'm sure you already know," the white-haired man in front of me said. No, "man" wasn't the word for him. He was a monster. How dare he smile at me while he say something like that? "Few men get the chance to further our cause as you do," he continued, ignoring the obvious anger on my face. "Training dummies can only do so much for my troops. Tracking and fighting live prey? That's what they need."
"Shut up," I murmured. This really wasn't the time to be indignant, and I knew it. But what was he going to do about it, kill me? I was as good as dead anyway.
Another Day, Another Town Surprising. Even in a quaint little town like this, you can still find a halfway decent cook. It just goes to show you don't really have to go to a fancy place to eat well. "Thank you for the meal," I told the proprietor. "It was quite good."
"Thank you," she said, smiling. "We appreciate you patronage."
I dropped a few coins on the counter. I wasn't quite sure how much the food cost, but I was certain that would be enough. The way her smile widened told me as much; in fact, perhaps I had overpaid. But that was alright. I could afford it today.
I exited her restaurant into the street. It was a beautiful sunny day, which contributed to my good mood. I slid my hands into my pockets and strolled down the street. There was no reason not to be courteous, so I waved to the townsfolk as I passed. This was such a friendly little place. I wondered to myself: were all small towns like this? Who knows.