Magius - Moonlight [Namelesshero x Huntress]

[namelesshero]

Blue is the color of the eternal sky
as it stretched forever and ever
far into the edge of the unknown

Sudden change of wind gently awaken the swordsman. His armor was dented, made from cheap, rubbish steel. It didn't cover his build entirely, only on critical parts where it would prove fatal upon attack. These types of protection called Light Armor was getting popularity on the mainland, and had been used for scout units specializing in speed. However, his weapon didn't scream quickness. A large sword, the size of a zweihander, was laid besides him. You couldn't tell its weight by simply looking at it, but surely "light" is never going to be a part of its description.

The swordsman slowly stood up, yawning in the process. With eyes constantly set on the far, bluish horizon, he pulled up the big sword. What strength he had! As how he lifted the large beast was as if it was a small knife. In less than two seconds, the blade had been lodged neatly on his back.

He formed a whisper. One so low no one other than himself could hear it.

"Done with your sleep?" Came a sound from nowhere. No, it was from his legs. A small creatures slithered on the ground, its skin was jade black. A small creature resembling a dragon was there, its eyes looking to the swordsman. Another words came from it, although its jaws remained shut.

"Are we going again?"

"Aye, Anima," the swordsman replied. Its eyes didn't meet the dragon's. Rather, it's fixed on a direction far, far away from there.

"...Suit yourself..." the dragon flapped its small, jade black wings and stayed afloat on his shoulder's height as they resumed their journey across the endless road. Their destination would be the nearby capital of Rowan.

The swordsman formed another whisper. One so low no one other than himself could hear it.

"What is it, Alraes?" Anima looked at him questioningly.

"...It's a beautiful world..." he chuckled, his words were whispers no more.

[Huntress]

Anna stood up and stretched her tall lean figure. She ran a dirt and blood ridden hand through her thick uncombed hair; when tamed it flowed in nicely set, loose curls; an attractive light brown colour with the smallest hints of golden blonde within, a slightly odd colour of hair amongst her people. She hailed from the East, born into a clan of gypsies, hunters amongst other things. She pulled on her clothing piece by piece, every article gently gliding across her soft skin, catching in only a few spots where she had been marked; scars to remind her of her troublesome past. Once fully clothed she clipped on her cloak and began making her way out of the thick forest, towards the beaten path that lead to the outskirts of Rowan, a small tavern showing travelers how close to the capital they truly were. A nice pint always felt relaxing after a tough night.

Glancing up at deep blue sky, the sun rising, the moon still glowing in the distance, causing her hazel green eyes to shimmer to an unnatural amber colour for just a moment, before fading to their natural colour once more. Removing a glove she wiped away a smear of blood from her lip. Placing the glove back on she made sure all her weapons were in place. A silver rapier hung from her hip, the blade sharp, pointed and deadly. Three small silver knives adorned her left thigh, placed in a way that they could be thrown in an instance.

The walk wasn’t too long, a fact that worried her. Soon she was approaching the tavern, the building was in her sight as she sighed...unsure of why she was nervous. “Here we go...” She spoke, a thick eastern accent adorning her words.

Not wanting to cause a scene of any sorts Anna slid through the main doors. There was a thick atmosphere, tension, anger, annoyance frustration. Many scents filling her nose, mostly human, a few that were not but none that matched hers. Here eyes were covered having raised her hood before entering, the only thing visible to others were her nose and lips. Dirt and blood covered her whole body including her face; she had attempted to clean most of it but without water and a cloth it was difficult.

Scanning the room she saw a few open seats at the bar. The quickest service came from the bar. She decided siting there would be best. Pulling out a stool she looked around, waiting for the barmaid. She couldn’t help but notice the small argument a few seats over. It seemed to involve a large man, a barbarian warrior of some type, definitely from the north, his features sharp, his skin and hair fair; a slender man, most likely hailing from the city and an inhuman creature of some sorts, it’s appearance similar to a reptile or dragon. Anna raised two well shaped brows in confusion. Perhaps alcohol in her system would help her understand the situation. Not that it was a matter for her to worry about. She searched the bar for the maid as she rapped her fingernails against the thick, bulky, top of the bar. Her gloves placed next to her hand.

[namelesshero]

The capital city was already visible in sight, hovering across the horizon with its grand, towering skyscrapers. It would take less than a few hours walk to reach it; one or two with horses or carriage, but he had none of the two. It was already past noon, though, and forcing to walk the entire way would made him cruising in the dark, a situation becoming dangerous with rampant bandits on these countrysides. It would be best to stop and rest with other adventurers. There was strength in numbers after all.

Alraes' eyes caught sight of the rickety building, a tavern sitting alone nearby the long stretch of lush green forest. There were a few horses tied outside, a sign of visitors. "Seemed to be a good place to rest for a while, don't you think?"

"You want to drink at this hour? Such a lazy bum," Anima sneered. Obviously it was a tease, which the swordsman didn't take too much. He was already accustomed to Anima's random jeers. It was best to ignore him in that situation.

"I'll resume the journey tomorrow morning. Or soon if I can get a lift. Perhaps the horses were for rent, thus I can cut time."

"Yes, yes, just do what you want," the dragon hovered around Alraes' face before finally flapped its wings upward. Lights poured out from them, the power of Magic. Soon the dragon disappeared from sight. He'd just casted invisibility Magic. "I'll go first. You catch up with me. Heh," Alraes couldn't see him, but he knew that Anima had flew toward Rowan's capital. Well, a dragon had no fear of bandits after all. It wasn't like he could ever understand how mortals feel.

"However, I don't want to be something like that..." Alraes opened the tavern's door, forcing eyes to see toward his direction. His rickety armor and large sword was a sight for curious eyes, but no more than that. People like that come and go around this region. He found no offense on that as people resumed their own business. As for him, after ordering a pitch of beer he just sat there and enjoyed the peaceful moment. Several adventurers arrived and departed, but as night descended until dawn approached, nothing major happened. The last visitors were someone covered by cloak, which somehow piqued his interest. The person had this aura of mysteriousness around them.

As he pondered whether he should talk to this person, a few seats from him arguments started to ensue. It began to irritate him, and alcohol didn't help to calm his nerve. Against his better judgement he approached the problematic table. "Excuse me gentlemen, what could be the problem?" He interrupted them rather rashly.

[Huntress]

Another man joined in on the argument of the miscellaneous races and Anna just watched with a smirk as the barmaid cleared her throat. Turning around the female spotted the shorter woman who was attempting to get her attention.

“Wha’ can I get for ya?” The woman asked in a higher tone of voice, the slightest bit of vexation in her words.

Another smile spread across Anna’s lips. Sharpened fangs revealed. “Just a pint of your most common ale.” Her accent thick, slightly surprising the woman behind the bar. Nodding the plump woman grabbed a steel tankard and turned to the barrel as she started pouring the beer.

“Not from around ‘ere are ya?” She asked as she waited for the keg to fill the pint. “It’s quite a long ways from the east. Wha’s your business ‘ere?” She asked as she placed the pint on the bar.

“Just passing through.” Anna spoke simply as she took a sip of her ale and smirked before paying the wench and leaving her a decent tip. Turning around in her stool she crossed one leg over the other as she continued to watch the table full of arguing men. It intrigued her, a smirk spreading across her lips.

[namelesshero]

"And I keep telling you, can't trust a Lizardman any day!" the big, bulky man pointed rudely toward his opponent. Hailing from mountainous regions in the south, Lizardmen was met with unfair treatment amongst Men. Their sharp tongue and impulsive latent personalities didn't help making it any better. As a result, people could easily find Lizardmen fought against other adventurers right on the street. The United Army forbid animosity against Lizardmen, in hope for them to join their cause, but people were just hard to change.

"Watch your tongue, young barbarian! My blade is as sharp as my scales, and it is hunger for blood!"

"Are you threatening me?" The barbarian slammed the edge of his axe to the wooden floor. Splinters flew from the sheer strength of it. The Lizardmen was not impressed; in turn, he had drawn his claymore, swinging it around to taunt the barbarian.

"WILL YOU CUT IT OUT ALREADY!" Alraes slammed the table so hard the sound it produced caused the entire bar to move their eyes toward him. The two arguing men especially. He was kind of ignored by them, which ignited his anger. Although it was also due to the drinks he'd just gulped down. "Stop this bullshit and...just...STOP FIGHTING, will you? You guys are like children, fighting for something unimportant!"

"And who are YOU to tell me what to do? Mind your own business, pal..." the barbarian's fist was faster than his words. Suddenly the attack had connected, hitting Alraes right in the face. However, he didn't feel pain. Perhaps it was due to alcohol, or he was just too angry to mind. Before logic could took over, he had just punched the barbarian on his chin, sending him flying upward. The big body slammed the nearest table, spilling drinks all over the other guests.

"Hey! What's that for?" the Lizardman threw a punch to him, which Alraes dodged by reflex. As a result, the punch went to completely unrelated person. His friend didn't seem to think of it as a mere accident.

"Stinky Lizardman! Die!"

"You want a piece of me, punk? YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME?"

Soon the bar was thrown into chaos. More people started to get involved, either fighting alongside the mob or becoming innocent victims of the brawl. It was the time that his head became clearer, and he started to fear the consequences. Without anyone else noticing, the swordsman slipped out from the back door, heading toward the forest. After a bit farther into the sea of trees, he finally stopped.

"...what had I done...? ugh..." His head hurted. Anima was right, alcohol was bad. Never again...

[Huntress]

Anna smirked as she watched the fight unfold. Dodging a few shot’s herself and some tankards she finished her ale and followed the man who started everything out the back door. “Just started a simple bar fight, that is all, not necessarily anything too bad.” She chuckled and watched the man, hood still up. “Although I wouldn’t recommend coming back for a while. The owner’s would probably want you to pay for any damages caused.” Moving in front of the large man Anna folded her arms and looked at him. “Coming this far out into the woods isn’t necessarily the safest thing to do either, especially under the influence and once the sun has set.” She spoke simply. “You never know what might be lurking.” She smirked her eyes shimmering to their amber alternative for a moment under her hood before she moved closer to the man.

She felt the moon on her covered body, it brought an uncomfortable heat as she found herself looking up at the pale orb. Her eyes fixed on the moon for moments as she began to sweat. Her blood beginning to boil. Realizing that she was in a trance she broke out of it and turned away, it’s heat burning on her back. “So where are you headed to mister...” She let her sentence hang hoping she would get a response and possibly a name. “The city of Rowan perhaps? That is where I am headed, If you do not wish to travel alone.” She explained as she cracked her neck and raised an eyebrow, the waves of pain beginning as she attempted to ignore the growing urge from within. Clenching her jaw she swallowed hard and groaned slightly.

[namelesshero]

The swordman could hear the voice of a woman behind him; he first blamed it at alcohol, but soon realized that it was coming from a real person. She turned back as she scolded him. Who was it? He kind of remembered...she was one of the bar patrons. Under the moonlight, there was something different with her. He didn't really mind, as he'd accustomed to see oddities.

"It's not like I have a plan to return. My journey is a one-way path after all," Alraes got back on his feet, stretching his arms upward. The alcohol had almost leave his system entirely. His head could think better now. "I'm not traveling alone...but if you want to, you can tag along to Rowan. That's where you're going, yes? I'm Alraes, a wandering swordman," he didn't wait for her to answer, rather he proceeded to the main road, eager to resume his journey.