Life sure is weird, these thoughts were going through Mundir’s head as his wrist was taken a firm hold of, and he was pulled after a girl greatly younger than himself, not only that, but the same girl had somehow managed to think of some reason that he desired sexual intercourse. How troublesome. ‘’I am well aware of your thoughts, they were displayed on your face, and for the record, anyone would understand, or well, everyone but you.’’ He said with a smirk, smiling and laughing gently. This had indeed been a very strange encounter, maybe fated, maybe not. But he knew of one thing which was certain to occure.
As he was being shuffed and runned around with, he came to quickly notice the Empress of Torin, mostly using previous photos for recognition, that and the one time he’d seen her in person. But of course, her advisor, or well, whatever his role was, had another aura, he looked very ’gentle’ and ’welcoming’. He would perhaps be of trouble, sooner or later, oh, he was gone.
Ah, he must be some sort of guardian, considering he’s doing the party guards’ jobs for them. Truly intriguing. But he’d left the Empress to her own, ripe for the taking. ‘’There they are indeed.’’ He mentioned upon Luna’s realization of her mother’s location. The red robes of the Gu’Shedal shone like a star in the midst of a sea of blue, black, and golden robes. He was very interested in the fact why most hadn’t brought any red clothing.
And suddenly, as they made their closing in on Luna’s mother, she had to ask a troublesome question indeed. Mundir’s face changed from its fake gestures of kindness and joy, to a more severe, brutal, and unkind expression of coldness, equal to the icy tops of the tallest mountains. ‘’It’s about certain matters regarding the Horaii…’’
Distant waters, beyond the shores of the western continent – 1 week prior
The shores were quite calm, the fleet of merchant vessels had been faring quite well in the windy, yet peaceful waters, and they had managed to somehow sail across the wake of the world in only a week, Dos had been fortunate indeed. From the outside, these merchant ships looked nothing special, the typical hard wood coated with the occasional iron binding made these vessels harder for pirates to sink, and their escorts had been able to deal with the problem of such pirates would the need arise, but it hadn’t. The deck was filled with the occasional crate and opened box with fruit and vegetables.
But beneath the deck sat a hundred giants coated in iron and steel. The crew compartment and the inner cargo hold had been converted into a massive transportation hall made personally for the 7’2’’ giants, and the much larger Dos. Sitting silently, these titans, fanatics, crusaders, preyed silently, their faces and bodies lit up only by the faint light of a single candle in the very center of the room. Dos sat as silently that he may have been misunderstood for a corpse, or no, a statue.
But in his hand he held the hammer, forged in the depths of the royal palace, used materials carved from the shell of the planet itself, and filled with essence of the underworld. The platinum relic Estas, Forger of Lies. This weapon is truly, quite simply, an abomination of the order, yet its power was unrivaled. As Dos, he had forsaken his deed and damned himself to solitude only to carry and safe keep the hammer. For no one spoke with him, no one stood near him, not because he was unkind, or that he was wasn’t liked, but because he has damned himself.
Ruler of the ascended Kalhari, Dos, the damned avatar of truth. He had forsaken his ascension for greater power, and for the sake of all others, to carry this hammer was the greatest truth, but also the only lie. Each ship in the fleet of merchant vessels were the same, 100 weaponsbearers and one champion, praying, blessing, and prophesizing until the dawn of their awakening. Suddenly, one solitary vessel broke off from the group, its destination seemed to be far different from the remainder.
Merchant City of Torin, Current day.
Suddenly, on the horizon there appeared a massing of ships, if the guards would be worried, then they’d use their spyglasses, and be relieved instantly, for these ships were no ships of war, they were humble merchant vessels bearing the flags of the eastern continent. But little did they know that within humble minutes there would be 7 thousand juggernauts walking forth from these humble ships across the three largest merchant cities of Torin.
Upon the ships connection with the docks all would be made certain. As the shake of connection echoed the transportation hall the seemingly dead giants rose up from their constant preying positions, revealing their true size, they turned around, picking up their weapons and shields, but when that had been done they stood silently, motionlessly, as they awaited Dos’ awakening.
Almost as if returning back to life, Dos shook slightly, and slowly rose, and when he was done, he walked forth, the foundation of which he walked upon cracked and bent beneath his might, bending the boat to his will, or the boat not being able to stand his power. Clad in a black robe, he slowly walked up the stairs which would bring him to the top deck. And as he did, he attracted much of the people’s attention around him. As he turned around and revealed his hammer and shield, people were still awestruck to his height, he seemed like some sort of mythical being, surely nobeing could rise to that height, these thoughts raged their minds, unable to react properly to him, but as he continued to walk, so did those behind him, two columns of weaponsbearers following his steps, and this same exact thing happened on all the boats of the harbor.
Within short the reality of the situation became apparent and the people slowly began to back away in silence, leaving space for these unknown beings to take place and peacefully occupy the immediate surroundings of their ships. As all weaponsbearers had unloaded themselves from the ships, they quickly set sail, and rode away on the waves.
At the very front stood Dos, behind him was 9 of his champions and behind them stood their respective men, walking in perfect unison in column formation. Their united steps shook the earth, but upon the realization that they were walking straight towards a guard barricade, Dos took on another approach, he rose his hammer, and all but him stopped abruptly, With seven quick strides he had closed the gap between the barricade and himself greatly, thanks to his immeasurable length, he stood almost twice the height of the rivaling guardsmen. ‘’Tell your superior to face me, if I win then you will allow us safe passage, if he wins, then we will walk the waters once more. Walk and speak with haste, heretic.’’
Off the shores of Hanartha
In the distant view there came a solitary merchant ship, it was headed for the most minor merchant city of the country.