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Barracker entered ‘The Mended Drum’ after Zell, his eyes scanning the room. He was familiar with the name of this tavern. It held quite the reputation and its name reached the far ends of the city. He had never visited the place before today. His tavern of choice was ‘The Brass Monkey’, not that he preferred the roguish and criminal clientele but he felt he fit in better than the other choices of establishments. Ironic for a paladin but then again Barracker’s life was full of irony.

Zell walked over to a table with two people seated and introduced Barracker to the two of them. Barracker walked over and gave a salute, “Adam. MacKensie," he greeted as he looked at each of them respectively. "It is nice to meet you.”

The paladin could not determine which class the two adventurers belonged to, judging by the clothes. The one thing he did notice though was the red eyes of the young man. Which was strange for someone who was clearly human. A trait like this normally meant something bad, something to be wary of, as a paladin. But Barracker knew not to judge a book by its cover. As he had been judged for his appearance and his condition for the last few years.

Barracker took a seat at the table and did his best to make conversation for the rest of the evening, he stayed fairly late, long enough to get to know his new companions and to be introduced to Lillianna and Fenna, when they got back from their errands. He also saw James again.

Barracker bought everyone a drink and toasted to good fortune and health for the future. After people started retiring to bed, Barracker also took his leave and went back to ‘The Temple Of The Quinity’.

He thought to himself, I will see Areleth in the morning. A quick prayer was said to Hades and then he tried to get a few hours at least.
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"A monster hunter, huh? Sweet,"

Barracker could hear in Zell’s voice that he was impressed. Barracker felt good to be acknowledged by a fellow swordsman but had to be humble about the reality of the job. “There is less glory in it than it sounds.” The job entailed getting rather messy and messed up. “Alot of blood, filth and saliva. Anything but sweet,” he chuckled.

"We could've done with your expertise in the Hillocks. Glad to have you aboard, pal."

Barracker placed a hand on Zell’s shoulder blade, briefly, as they walked. “I appreciate the words friend.”

“I definitely feel like someone or something brought us to this world. And whatever the reason - it's important." Zell grinned at him. "Just a feeling though. I tend not to think too much."

Barracker noted the swordsman grin, then looked around as he thought about the words. “I would not be surprised if The Quinity had a plan for you. Fate often has a hand in directing us to the choices we must face. How you choose, will be up to you.”

When they came upon Zell’s friend, Will, Barracker stayed silent throughout the conversation. He was surprised that someone who had only been in the city two days had made himself a drinking buddy. He imagined Krillen would be rather similar in a new city.

When Barracker and Zell approached ‘The Mended Drum’, they both bumped into James. The paladin took off his mask and gave a salute to the leader of his party.

"Hey James, look who I bumped into whilst taking a walk in the park. You off out? Cleric business or something?"

"Somehow it doesn't surprise me it was you who found him"

Barracker gave a nod, greeting the cleric, “hello James.”

"And hello again Barr- Kas!, you are part of the party after all, and that means a nickname"

The paladin laughed, “I guess that is a new one, my best friend calls me Barri.”

"But nah, it's not 'Cleric bussiness', I am just going to run some errands that I want to get done before we depart"

"I will visit the market, do either of you need anything?"

Barracker shook his head. Although he did need some ingredients to create a blade oil specific to spectral entities, he would get that himself tomorrow. “No thank you”. As James left Barracker said, “Take care.” Then looked at Zell and gestured towards the door, “after you.”


"Well fuck - have I got a story to tell you, mate. Pack a lunch and buckle your seatbelt."

Barrackers’ mind grew weary from the explanation, it was a lot of information to process. Another universe. It was hard to comprehend. Would Hades have known of this, all this time? Surely Hades' power reaches where they are from, maybe he is called another name there? Are the Quinity behind these people arriving in this world? But no… No magic, means no Source. But how can a world exist without Source? the paladin thought as the rabbit hole just kept getting deeper.

The events of their journey so far were hard to follow, because of the weight of implications of this other universe, but Barracker managed to keep up with Zell. In just a few days, without even knowing anything about the world they were in, their path had been riddled with danger. Suffering two deaths within their group, hunted by WitchQueen agents and stumbling into the grasp of ‘Aurok the man-eater,’ of all creatures to meet in this world. That atrocity of a beast would’ve probably killed a full party of adventurers of my strength, nevermind me on my own, he thought as a monster hunter himself. Mother Iris must’ve been on their side for even a single one of them to have survived.

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"Hey Barracker,"

Suddenly Barracker was dragged out of his deep thoughts by his companion, but whatever he started talking about was difficult to concentrate on, as he was still quite bewildered and occupied by what he had been told in the park.

"You know; vampires aren't real in my world. We just have them in stories and mov- err, theatre productions and stuff. They're usually pretty scary fuckers, drinking blood and kidnapping women. There's some pretty-boy teenage-girl's fantasy types. But there's one vampire that I bloody loved... his name was Blade."

These people from another universe, where Source did not exist, had the gift of the Source crystal from the start. And the source had blessed James as a cleric with divine connection to the entire Quinity and all fifteen of the smaller gods. Did Areleth know the extent of ‘Second Chance’s’ importance? Was his destiny to join them truly part of Hades’ plan for the paladin? He was now feeling an added pressure to do his part for the team and keep them safe. Something deep in his gut told him that this would be a tall task.

"This dude was a total badass. Sunlight didn't affect him, he had a silver sword, a bandoleer of steaks and he hunted the bad vampires to protect humans. Wore shades, a bullet-proof vest and a trench coat, rode a motorbike. Kicked the shit outta everyone. Not to be messed with."

Barracker gave a vague smile to disguise the fact he hadn’t fully heard or understood what the other fighter had been rambling on about for the last minute.

"What. A. Film. If I could tell my mates I'm now fighting side by side with a badass vampire, they'd be jelly ay-eff, I swear. Ha!"

Get yourself together, he thought to himself.

"So, what have you been up to in your time as an adventurer? What did you do before this?"

Barracker rubbed the top of his hooded head. As he replied he could be heard perfectly well from behind his enchanted mask. “I spent my teenage years serving in the ranks of the military. First as a squire, then as a soldier. Then the gift blessed me as a paladin. But I became a monster hunter rather than joining an adventurer party. I have been doing that until now, the high septum Areleth thinks your party of great importance, and now do I come to the same conclusion,” the paladin spoke with a strong belief on the matter.


"Too good for me, mate," the stranger said. "Virtue and honour in human form.”

Barracker gave a grunt of approval, he felt the same when it came to Evelyne.

“Stiff as a plank of wood…"

Barracker shared a chuckle with the man. It was a funny way to describe someone you fawned over.

"...But that's part of her charm. Underneath that she's steadfast, fierce, brave..."

Remarkably similar to Evelyne, he thought. "She must be quite the woman,” the paladin commented.

"And christ; she's hotter than a furnace in a volcano," the stranger blurted out loudly. "Slap-bang in Hell in the middle of a heatwave."

Barracker could not remove his smile from his face. He felt the same and also found it quite funny.

"Bloody gorgeous." He shook his head, disappointedly and with a smile. "Fuck - look at us two, eh... hopeless. Give me Aurok the Maneater and a sword - let a simple frontliner do his job," he joked.

The stranger’s words hit home quite deep, Barracker would not have thought he would be sharing such a moment with a stranger, never mind one that would feel the same thing like unworthiness and hopelessness.

"Speaking of swords: That's a beauty right there.”

Barracker felt this was a welcome change of topic.

"Claymore, right. I'd guess about ten pounds, but that looks heavier than most."

“Correct.” Barracker nodded proudly, “While the half orc race are known for great blacksmiths, the mindless beasts of the wildlands, mountains and swamps tend to craft their weapons from low quality steel or just iron ingots. Some will even hammer a piece of metal flat, and just sharpen it. Picture my surprise when I took this finely crafted orichalcum claymore from the corpse of an orc captain. It would have had to have been orcish made, as it was relative to the size and strength of the beast. Bigger than anything you can buy in the dwarven or the half orc domains.”

"You've gotta be packing some kinda muscle to wield that one-handed while rockin a tower shield."

“One of the few perks of being a vampire.” Barracker trailed off. Also the cursed price does outweigh the benefits.

When the stranger offered his own sword to show off, Barracker didn’t hesitate to have a look. “Steel-banded into the leather, nice.” As the paladin drew the katana a third of the way, he blurted, “what in Hades name…” Barracker trailed off, simply staring at the black steel blade, rubbing his fingers across the exposed flat of the blade. He could not quite tell where this was made. Elvish? No it couldn’t be. “That's a fine piece of craftsmanship,” he complimented as he handed it back. “That is rarer than any sword I have seen.” The paladin was more than intrigued, and was about to ask about where the sword came from, but was interrupted.

"Where are my manners… We haven't even been introduced properly. Zell Brooks."

Zell offered a hand to shake and Barracker obliged, clasping forearms in a warriors’ greeting.

“Barracker Kassel, of…”

"...Of Second Chance."

They both spoke at the same time, prompting Barracker to draw back in surprise. Barracker felt good to bond but would have preferred to never see the man's face again. As was the reason in his mind to open up about his feelings about Evelyne. Barracker made a “hmph” with half a chuckle mixed in.

“I have met with the leader, James. I did not know that I would have been meeting another companion until arriving at ‘The Mended Drum’. What brings you around these parts?” he inquired but suddenly remembered the insane piece of information that filled his mind with unanswered questions. “Wait, James said he was not from this world. How is this even possible?”


Barracker’s mind flooded with thoughts. Soft embraces and warm cuddles. He could not help but picture the two of them having afternoons in ‘Golden Tree Park’.

He was glad Evelyne seemed to be getting settled, well enough in Capitol city. Moving to another city can be tough but Evelyne was smart and likeable so it was likely she would be fine. But that wouldn’t stop Barracker worrying about her, so it was relieving to read in her own words that she was doing good. Furthermore to add the good news Krillen had arrived in Capitol city, giving her someone she knew from Valhiem.

Barracker smiled. His best friend Krillen, who saved up enough money through his bare-knuckle fighting, wanted to journey around the country. So Barracker had made him promise to drop by and make sure Evelyne felt well and had some company from time to time. Old faces to ease her home sickness.

A stranger came into view and took a seat on the other end of the bench, while the paladin was reading the letter a second time.

"I know that look."

Barracker eyes flickered over to meet the strangers gaze.

"That's the look of a man in love. So familiar. Seen it in friends, of course. Not me. I don't love these girls."

“Is that so?” Barracker shot back in a friendly manner.

He lost himself for a moment while giddy with flowery thoughts about his love. It was unlike himself to casually shoot a smile at strangers. Strangers weren’t usually showing interest in Barracker’s business, rather than showing disgust or fear. Barracker’s demeanour tried to go back to guarded and wary, but the man’s proud statement about never being in love reminded him of his best friend, Krillen, who was forever breaking hearts back in the day.

“Well... that might be up for debate as of recently, but never mind that."

"The point is: I know that look all too well."

Even the cocky way he talked sounded just like Krillen.

"What's she like?"

Barracker sighed and looked out into the distance of the park as he searched for the right words to explain. The luxury of getting these words out aloud, never having to see this man again, was something he was in the right mood to take advantage of.

“Care-giving, a pure heart which could melt anyone’s heart. She has a loving soul with emerald eyes that could light up anyone’s world. She’s the kind of girl who makes you…”

Barracker stops himself realising he would take up the next hour of this stranger’s life. His thoughts stayed on Evelyne for a moment and then he looked at the stranger.

“What about you? You said love is up for debate, as of recently. Tell me about her, if you don’t mind.”



The kettle whistled, glowing bright on the stove, releasing a big burst of steam from the spout. Barracker rose out of his chair. “Mother, I will get that for you. One sugar as normal.” He took a cup of chamomile tea to Anne. The elf had three centuries under her belt, this was even old for an elf. She was starting to get ill a lot. Some shakes and the occasional fever would take her. She was very short for an elf, age had shrunk and curled her back with it. But her big heart could never be shrunk. “Your looking well today Mother”.

She smiled at him as he took a seat. Barracker was not the only orphan that called Anne, mother. Indeed many did, her kindness and care invited such a title, which was well earned by the loving elf. Anne placed her hand on Barrackers and with her other hand she pulled out an envelope. “My dear boy, her words grip me, she weeps for you.”

Barracker’s face tensed with an uneasiness. Not good with words, he chuckled with genuine love and a loss for words. “Mother… Will you please stop reading my letters.” She let out a guilty laugh. “I’m surprised she wrote so soon.”

“Capitol city is very far from everything she knows.”

Barracker understood and was just glad she kept in touch. “Areleth has given me an opportunity to join an adventurer party.” Barracker thought for a second. “Actually, he didn’t give me an opportunity… He sort of just made me. I do not know why. A chance to find myself, you could say.”

Anne gave a nod in agreement, “Ahh, yes that Areleth is very wise, he is. You deserve to stretch your wings boy… And heal that heart of yours too.”

His face narrowed with a sadness. “I’ve been accepted into the party. They call themselves ‘Second Chance’.”

She raised her arms out. “Give your mother a hug, then”. Barracker rose and shuffled round the table to give her a tight hug. “Your crushing me dear boy, you don’t know your strength.”

Barracker quickly eased off, worried at first but smiled when the elderly elf was laughing. He sat back down and continued the topic. “My first contract is the temple of Hades, the hallowed ground has been corrupted, but after that I do not know how far my duties will take me.”

He told her about James, his now party leader, who had made a good first impression towards being a worthy leader. Then they talked about new arrivals at the orphanage, refugees of war, and numerous topics before Barracker was ready to leave. “I will see you when I can.”

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Barracker found himself in ‘Golden Tree Park.’ He found the nearest bench and took a seat, reading his letter from Evelyne. This would lift his spirits before visiting ‘The Mended Drum’ and meeting James and his other party members. He wasn't great in social situations. Fighting the fiercest monsters was nothing compared to being in a large group of people where casual conversation was expected.


"We are trying to rank up to Silver as quick as possible so we were given a choice between several options, we after careful instrospection we setled on a Gold contract, we leave in a couple of days towards the Temple of Hades to kill the Greater Wraith thas has nested there so if you need to make any preparations I suggest you use these days to do it"

Barracker nodded, his eyebrows furrowed with scorn across his face. It was bad enough that the temple of the god he chose to serve had been desecrated, but worse was the amount of innocent lives that would have been lost, most likely due to someone doing something stupid or careless. “Very well James, I will use the time wisely.”

"Thank you for joining us Barracker, truthfully I feel more at ease knowing we have another able person on the party" James patted Barrackers shoulder a few times before retracting his hand

A smile crept on Barrackers face as he appreciated the sentiment and faith of his leader, but the smile disappeared after a mere moment, replaced by a firm expression of determination. “I will not let the party down.”

"Well I am going back to The Mended Drum if you wanna meet the party or just hang with us you know where to find us"

“I will be there at the end of the day, I have things to attend to.

As James started to walk off, Barracker looked away, about to don his mask. "Oh right, another tiny, almost insignificant detail I forgot to add…

Huh? Barracker paused.

We Second Chance come from another world"

Barracker was in shock at the clerics words, “What!? But h-”

"Till later dude!"

“Hey wait.” Barracker reached out a hand,but the cleric was gone, down the street. Barracker was left, his brain frazzled with confusion. But how in the world is that possible?

Realising he had been stood in the street for a good five minutes since James had left him, he donned his mask and made a move.

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“Barracker! Barracker! Barracker!,” The three children sang his name in sync, as they ran and threw themselves into the kneeling paladins arms. Barracker greeted each kid by name and tussled their hair.

“Its good to see you guys,” he said. One of the boys, Eren, immediately jumped out of the embrace and ran behind the paladin to inspect the tower shield and claymore against the entrance of the orphanage. “Do not touch the sword,” he ordered with a warm tone, over his shoulder, as he took his mask and placed it on the girl, Isabella’s face. She wobbled off , holding the oversized face-covering on her head. The oldest boy, Tyrion, stepped back as Barracker addressed him. Even with the kids, he could not help speaking with a formal tone. “Are you looking after everyone okay?”

Tyrion saluted with a fist to the chest, always copying Barracker’s ways. The boy proceeded to give Barracker a full extensive report of how all the children were doing. It was probably too much information, but Barracker was always attentive. As the kid was finished, Barracker noticed one of the staff members appear in the background. He rose to his feet after thanking Tyrion and dismissing him in a mock military manner. He bowed his head at the orphanage's most loved and adored care worker.

“Good afternoon mother.”

She smiled with the beauty of Iris, “ Barracker my dear, welcome home.”


"I am going to be honest with you dude, up to this point I had never seen a real vampire and just assumed you were of a different race"

James was partially correct on the matter, he seemed to think Barracker was a ‘pure blood’; one who was born a vampire. Barracker was turned when he was bitten and so was labelled as a ‘lesser vampire.’ There were several ranks of vampire based on the strength of the blood, but people like Barracker would always be at the bottom of the hierarchy.

"But still, if you say your condition is under control I have no reason to doubt you"

Barracker gave the cleric a nod of reassurance but with an admiration for the cleric's level-headedness about the situation. He felt it was a nice change of reaction, seeing as most people could not be reasoned with so easily.

"I should also mention, my- well I guess I should say our party members and me come from very far away, to the point that many things around here are really strange to us, other races being one of them. But still don't worry about being judged early and for no reason"

Barracker nodded again, in answer to his statement. Feeling at ease and also remarkably interested at his answer. Far away huh, how far could he be to where other races are really strange to humans? There were other races all over Mytheria. He must have been tucked away in the far corners of the empire or maybe even from over the sea, but he had never heard of that before.

"Fuck, I mean, realistically just based on the history of our respective homes with each other Mac and I should dislike each other, Adam and Lilly should hate Joji and viceversa and everyone should be plotting on killing Zell, so don't worry too hard 'kay?"

Barrackers eyebrows lifted slightly, he was taken back a bit by this mystery which got deeper and deeper.

"You coming?"

All in all, James had been more than understanding about it all. Barracker was very grateful and surprised to feel optimistic about the future. He almost cracked a smile at his newly found companion.

As the two went inside and walked through the guild hall. He was reminded of a fond memory, in which he, his best friend Krillen and his childhood sweetheart Evelyne tried to join and make an adventurer party. Not only were they a mere twelve years of age, but none of them had been blessed with the gift of the source crystal yet. The guildmaster had been kind to them, but firmly rejected them. When Barracker saw who was in charge of the running of the guild, he realised it was still fun, Lucy Bottrill.

"Hey there Lucy, sorry if this is not the correct process but I would like to register a new member for our party please"

When Barracker was asked to scan his crystal, he waved his hand over the scanner, and was accepted.

When everything was done they left and Barracker turned to James and thanked him, shaking his hand. “So, what's the next mission?”

He waited for a response and hoped there would be time to briefly split off from James and quickly take care of some errands before they left, but he would do what was asked of him by the party leader.
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