Silux Chapter 1 - Strange Nobles
In recent months, the Heartland jungles were seemingly growing denser and denser. It seemed as if the very trees were retreating towards the center. As was commonality during the moments leading up to a Death God's arrival, the large and powerful nation of Brevnir sought to contain the borders between themselves and the jungles. On several occasions the natives of the Heartlands thought it cunning to attack the outer towns of Brevnir amidst their dealings with the Death Gods. And they succeeded. A few raids notified Brevnir's nobles that the savages of the Heartlands needed to be monitored, especially the Kwandans. Guards were reluctantly positioned in outer towns, hoping to deter the bandits from the jungles, as well as spreading a larger detection range over their kingdom. The more eyes they had in the towns surrounding the capital, the more likely they were to seeing a Death God before they saw it... With a head in its hands.
And so a subtle air of further enclosure wafted about the jungles inhabitants, knowing they could not leave their lands without due process easily or quickly. It was not of particular importance, consider the previous years left the Death Gods who came to the Heartlands downtrodden or dead. It was not easy for them, that year, to traverse the dense jungles filled to the brim with dangerous beasts and savages. One might easily expect not to see one venture far into the jungle this year. Conversely, one might consider it a further challenge to those seeking thrills and glory. Only the most daring would enter this year.
For the Kwanda of noble birth, Raheu, the air around him was filled with an unfamiliar scent. One of a metallic pungent odor. Birds in the distance fluttered off into oblivion, and the distant sound of cracking tree branches was audible to all of the forest's audibly keen.
Disciple Cain Chapter 1 - A Spirit
A sudden and vicious wind tore through the wooden village, rattling its structure and blowing about the passing civilians clothing. Mathras found himself in the middle of a sparse but nevertheless small and quiet village at the base of a dominating pair of mountain peaks. Their apexes stabbed into the grey clouded sky, as if trying to stand above a field of grass to see what lie beyond the blades and brush. A patch of snow was visible at the very top, while the rest was grey with craggy edges and steep slopes. It was certainly as the guard from Brevnir had described; dreary but amazing. The rare flower which Mathras was searching for was heavily rumored to be located somewhere along the slopes of the twin mountains, named Zank and Vrakken. It would be difficult and perilous, but the rewards were grand. The mere flower petals alone were worth thousands. Many a princesses and nobles wished to have one as a temporary decoration upon their clothing. Other -like Mathras- saw it for what lied inside.
The flower's alchemic possibilities were both unknown and known to be great from what has been experimented. It sufficed to say he'd be a very 'wealthy' man in more ways than one if he found even the flower. Nicknamed 'Mistleteinn' after a mythical village beauty who died protecting the flowers from a band of money-hungry thugs, the flower is regarded by the very village Mathras stood within as a symbol of divinity. He would have to watch his words if he planned to get any help. The village folk did not take well to those who carelessly collected the flowers for selfish purposes.
Brevnir - Changing of the Guards
Worried, was how one could describe it. A general aura of paranoia pervaded the streets of Brevnir's capital and largest city, Linnestred. The time nor day when the first appearance of the Death Gods would appear was ever known, and though they often dressed in fanciful attire that would stand out in the distant villages, here in Linnestred there were plenty of wealthy knights and nobles who paraded about in their armor. It was not easy to point out who was a Death God or not until they killed someone. Families stood out on the streets talking, discussing plans or news about anything out of the ordinary, despite the fact that no Death Gods had ever entered their world yet. Countless city watchmen moved to and fro about the walls, trying their best to ensure no one entered without their knowledge. The noblemen had even begun to pay the homeless in coin to find any unknown passageways with which crafty individuals could slink around past the guards.
For many, it was a time of impending fear, while others yet still reveled in the atmosphere of their own world, ready to plunge their sword into a deities heart!