"Ted Copper Steelman? I think I've heard of you before.", Master Adder hunches under a low birch branch. "You are the man who manipulates metal. They say you can even manipulate your own body", Ted Copper walks over to the passed out Norte.
Ryhasola is tending to his wounds with some green lotion and red medicine when the barefoot man intercedes. "This boy will die if you don't get him to a town right away." Ted looks around the make shift battlefield sifting through the bags and wheel barrels that the group was lugging to Vosce Capitol.
"Are you an animal or some robber? Help us with the child! We will pay you." The woman applies pressure to Norte's snake bites as she speaks again. "You act so cold as if his life doesn't matter. But,...but this boy is special."
The barefoot man begins loading up shoulder satchel with various parts of his flying machine. "The Demon you just saw...was here because of me. It seems that even the afterworld wants to get their hands on me." Master Adder leans in to tend to his son as the man searches for more pieces or his huge machine. "So what the legend says is true?," Adder continues while Ted Copper digs through the Calculator's things some more. "The Thygearist known as Ted is known all throughout Graadis. Though more recently he's been labeled as a traitor to his race." Ted Copper completely stops his movements and lowers his head a little.
"Don't spread rumors about things you never witnessed. It's true I am on the run. But I was raised here. This is my home.", Copper raises his head as he says this and folds his arms. "Mis Le Mis is your home Ted, but you were born in Thygearemus ...on THAT Day! Is that right?" Adder released the pressure off of Norte's bites and takes a swig of water.
"I don't know anything about Graadis or Thygearemus." Ryhasola moans to herself. "What day are you referring to Master?"
Ted leans in now, so close to Adder that their breaths overlapped. Ted Copper's face grimaces as he answers the question with a question. "What do you know about Thygearemus and that day...Red Sky! Tell me everything."
Night enveloped the green hills of Central Lavi Sorraha as most of Franker Moon's men were lying down for the night. Though the hollowed town had been thoroughly examined no trace of the Metal Mage could be found. The refugee women and children had all been questioned by this time. They were being held in what looked to be an abandoned dance hall. The men took shifts in teams of four guarding the building.
The quiet mood of the night was quite the opposite of the night before. Franker sat one of the many pews and thumbed through the archive of books on the wall. The face paint he wore earlier in the day had all but worn off and the heavy bags under his eyes were visible. As he thumbed through the Lavi Sorraha reading list, his other hand rested firmly on a hand cannon. Moon had confiscated the gun earlier and now rubbed and prodded at it as if it was a harmless housecat. The library was empty, except for the four Goth soldiers who were on a rotating watch of their weary general.
Franker Moon's head was rested on a stack of books comfortably. His eyes barely open he focused hard to stay conscious long enough to figure out a way to apprehend the Metal Mage before having to return to Graadis.
Outside in central Lavi...six or seven Goth soldiers patrolled the remains of the once bustling trade town. The huge hole that was deep this morning was becoming a very wide and shallow crevice. The soldiers who were buried here had their names carved on random edifices by fellow comrades. This was the most quiet these Goths had had since making the long six month trek from Graadis to Lavi Sorraha.
The ashes of the dead Lavi Sorrahans from the night previous was blowing through the air and congesting the nasal passages of the Goth platoons. One guard gets a whiff of the dead man ash and opens his mouth wide to let out a huge sneeze. Truly within seconds it seemed as everyone in the town decided to go to sleep in unison. Man, woman enemy and child alike.
The busted chime on the smoke damaged clock tower let out a pitiful chime barely loud enough to catch anyone's attention. The huge black crow with shimmering green eyes landed on the tower at that time. The crow looked around for a second surveying the number of men and number of remaining buildings. It silently swoops down unnoticed and bursts through the library's door waking the weary general.
"What in the hell is the meaning of this?," Moon wipes his eyes just in time to see to gigantic crow alter it's appearance to the nine foot tall leather clad figure from last night.
"Franker, I apologize for leaving in such a rush last night. I never got a chance to properly introduce myself. I am a big fan of your work." The familiar watery voice screeched quietly to keep with the quiet mood of the town.
"How do you know me and what did you do to my men?", Franker Moon tries to focus his eyes on the slightly taller figure. "I'm a tracker and a historian searching for the missing piece to an ancient puzzle. I know everything I need to about the two Goth Princes and the great conquests of the nation of Graadis. My name is Truth. The reason I know everything about you is because I make it my business to know thinks not many others do. Your loyalty, strength and bravery are what I would expect from a living legend." The figure known as Truth groans all that out while trying to adjust his lengthy body in a pew next to the general.
"Your men and the remnants of this town I disabled have been put under a simple sleeping spell. They will awaken in the morning just like normal." Truth opts on standing. "Truth in the ancient scriptures is a soulless warrior cursed to walk among the living for eternity. You are that Truth?", Franker glances over at his men.
"Crude...the way you put that. But I am one and the same. Though I rather enjoy my course and don't really feel cursed in the least. Goth General Franker Moon, I came back to give you the location of the Thygearist. I have been tracking him for some time now and I think it is time to enlist some help." Truth turns and looks flickering candle light.
"Your powers are not limited by the laws of mortality like mine. Why would a demi-god like you turn to a mere Goth for help.", Franker subconsciously lays his weary head on the stack of books again, raising it immediately realizing the rudeness of his actions.
"The Thygearist is using technology just beyond my grasp of reason and understanding. He cares about no one but himself but is a brilliant mind. That makes him a huge threat even to himself. I retraced his steps all the way to his current location. Ted the Thygearist is in Mis Le Mis.", Truth's bright green scarf flails in the wind!
"Mis Le Mis is months from here. How did he get that much of a distance between us and him?", Franker wakes up and slams his fists hard against the wall.
"The Thygearist built a gigantic projectile catapult in the woods east of here. Last night he used that catapult to fly across two oceans landing in Mis Le Mis." Truth begins to pace now.
"If what you say is true, we‘d have a quicker time backtracking to Graadis to get there."
Franker's eyes begin to droop again.
‘No there is a better way. However it will take me a few days to prepare. Just stay in Lavi in the meantime. Lord Vosce can be a very unpleasant man. I am going to need your Goth army to tame his ego a little so that when I find the Thygearist, I can extradite him back here with no troubles." Franker closes his eyes while Truth finishes the last part of his sentence.
"If you find a way to get me and my men to Vosce and give me five minutes alone with the Metal Mage, I will help you bluff Lord Vosce." Franker's eyes roll in the back of his head as Truth completes his sleep spell. The manly looking Truth vanishes yet again.
Crossing the bridge in southwest Mis Le Mis hours earlier, the group of nine Calculators and their new sequenced friend Lake Rivers decides to rest for the night.
"We've passed two road blocks since this afternoon. We are only eight hours away from AB now. Soon we will have fulfilled our commitment to you. I trust that you'll do the same", Vioh says all this while resting his head on a soft portable pillow.
Lake eyes leer at Vioh and the others through his sunglasses. "For the thousandth time, yes. I will fulfill my blah blah blah!" Lake uses his sequined pink jacket as a blanket as the wind gusts pick up a little.
A fat faced women punching numbers in her calculator queries the exhausted pink barbarian., "So, what is Sinter like? I've never been."
In the dark, Lake Rivers heart-shaped sequins glitter a little. His fingers ease a sharp dagger out of his boot heel unbeknownst to anyone. He angrily yells out at the fat faced girl, "I never said I've been to Sinter, bitch. Just that I'm going there."
Vioh realizes that the man they had been harboring all day probably did kill his owners and was a wanted fugitive. Pulling out a broadsword, Vioh motions to the fat-faced woman along with the others to back up.
Sheathing his knife in an act of good faith, Lake lay back down and rolled over in the dirt face down. "Killing me won't be necessary. I didn't mean the pig face any harm. She just assumed I wanted to talk about Sinter and I don't that's all."
The young able Vioh gripped his broadsword tighter than ever, fearing his next question would anger the pink sequined wearing man. "Tell me now. Tell us all what you promised to tell us once we reached AB. If you do this in good faith you have my word that I will personally take you all the way through AB."
"If I refuse", Lake rolls over and is face to face with Voih's broadsword. "Fine. Fine. Remember earlier when I said (Why the great Lord Vosce waist his time on chasing a fairytale? Also, why would a man such an endless well of intelligence hire a bunch of novice Adders when he is King of you all?")
"The answer to that question is very simple. Vosce used to be the religious capitol Mis Le Mis. But in the last few months, all of that has changed. In these parts, Vosce has a new title. City of the Dead!" The Great Prince Vosce is not dead. He is alive He came back and killed everyone in Central Vosce with demons. Now he and his demon army are controlling this whole countryside in clandestine." Lake is ushered to his feet by sword point.
Looking around at all the bewildered Calculators, Voih makes one last simple statement. "We haven't the luxury for sleep. Lake you are with us now...no more questions asked. Got it?"
"Oh yeah baby. We sleep when we get there right?", Lake Rivers and Voih lead the group through the pitch black night.
Ryhasola is tending to his wounds with some green lotion and red medicine when the barefoot man intercedes. "This boy will die if you don't get him to a town right away." Ted looks around the make shift battlefield sifting through the bags and wheel barrels that the group was lugging to Vosce Capitol.
"Are you an animal or some robber? Help us with the child! We will pay you." The woman applies pressure to Norte's snake bites as she speaks again. "You act so cold as if his life doesn't matter. But,...but this boy is special."
The barefoot man begins loading up shoulder satchel with various parts of his flying machine. "The Demon you just saw...was here because of me. It seems that even the afterworld wants to get their hands on me." Master Adder leans in to tend to his son as the man searches for more pieces or his huge machine. "So what the legend says is true?," Adder continues while Ted Copper digs through the Calculator's things some more. "The Thygearist known as Ted is known all throughout Graadis. Though more recently he's been labeled as a traitor to his race." Ted Copper completely stops his movements and lowers his head a little.
"Don't spread rumors about things you never witnessed. It's true I am on the run. But I was raised here. This is my home.", Copper raises his head as he says this and folds his arms. "Mis Le Mis is your home Ted, but you were born in Thygearemus ...on THAT Day! Is that right?" Adder released the pressure off of Norte's bites and takes a swig of water.
"I don't know anything about Graadis or Thygearemus." Ryhasola moans to herself. "What day are you referring to Master?"
Ted leans in now, so close to Adder that their breaths overlapped. Ted Copper's face grimaces as he answers the question with a question. "What do you know about Thygearemus and that day...Red Sky! Tell me everything."
Night enveloped the green hills of Central Lavi Sorraha as most of Franker Moon's men were lying down for the night. Though the hollowed town had been thoroughly examined no trace of the Metal Mage could be found. The refugee women and children had all been questioned by this time. They were being held in what looked to be an abandoned dance hall. The men took shifts in teams of four guarding the building.
The quiet mood of the night was quite the opposite of the night before. Franker sat one of the many pews and thumbed through the archive of books on the wall. The face paint he wore earlier in the day had all but worn off and the heavy bags under his eyes were visible. As he thumbed through the Lavi Sorraha reading list, his other hand rested firmly on a hand cannon. Moon had confiscated the gun earlier and now rubbed and prodded at it as if it was a harmless housecat. The library was empty, except for the four Goth soldiers who were on a rotating watch of their weary general.
Franker Moon's head was rested on a stack of books comfortably. His eyes barely open he focused hard to stay conscious long enough to figure out a way to apprehend the Metal Mage before having to return to Graadis.
Outside in central Lavi...six or seven Goth soldiers patrolled the remains of the once bustling trade town. The huge hole that was deep this morning was becoming a very wide and shallow crevice. The soldiers who were buried here had their names carved on random edifices by fellow comrades. This was the most quiet these Goths had had since making the long six month trek from Graadis to Lavi Sorraha.
The ashes of the dead Lavi Sorrahans from the night previous was blowing through the air and congesting the nasal passages of the Goth platoons. One guard gets a whiff of the dead man ash and opens his mouth wide to let out a huge sneeze. Truly within seconds it seemed as everyone in the town decided to go to sleep in unison. Man, woman enemy and child alike.
The busted chime on the smoke damaged clock tower let out a pitiful chime barely loud enough to catch anyone's attention. The huge black crow with shimmering green eyes landed on the tower at that time. The crow looked around for a second surveying the number of men and number of remaining buildings. It silently swoops down unnoticed and bursts through the library's door waking the weary general.
"What in the hell is the meaning of this?," Moon wipes his eyes just in time to see to gigantic crow alter it's appearance to the nine foot tall leather clad figure from last night.
"Franker, I apologize for leaving in such a rush last night. I never got a chance to properly introduce myself. I am a big fan of your work." The familiar watery voice screeched quietly to keep with the quiet mood of the town.
"How do you know me and what did you do to my men?", Franker Moon tries to focus his eyes on the slightly taller figure. "I'm a tracker and a historian searching for the missing piece to an ancient puzzle. I know everything I need to about the two Goth Princes and the great conquests of the nation of Graadis. My name is Truth. The reason I know everything about you is because I make it my business to know thinks not many others do. Your loyalty, strength and bravery are what I would expect from a living legend." The figure known as Truth groans all that out while trying to adjust his lengthy body in a pew next to the general.
"Your men and the remnants of this town I disabled have been put under a simple sleeping spell. They will awaken in the morning just like normal." Truth opts on standing. "Truth in the ancient scriptures is a soulless warrior cursed to walk among the living for eternity. You are that Truth?", Franker glances over at his men.
"Crude...the way you put that. But I am one and the same. Though I rather enjoy my course and don't really feel cursed in the least. Goth General Franker Moon, I came back to give you the location of the Thygearist. I have been tracking him for some time now and I think it is time to enlist some help." Truth turns and looks flickering candle light.
"Your powers are not limited by the laws of mortality like mine. Why would a demi-god like you turn to a mere Goth for help.", Franker subconsciously lays his weary head on the stack of books again, raising it immediately realizing the rudeness of his actions.
"The Thygearist is using technology just beyond my grasp of reason and understanding. He cares about no one but himself but is a brilliant mind. That makes him a huge threat even to himself. I retraced his steps all the way to his current location. Ted the Thygearist is in Mis Le Mis.", Truth's bright green scarf flails in the wind!
"Mis Le Mis is months from here. How did he get that much of a distance between us and him?", Franker wakes up and slams his fists hard against the wall.
"The Thygearist built a gigantic projectile catapult in the woods east of here. Last night he used that catapult to fly across two oceans landing in Mis Le Mis." Truth begins to pace now.
"If what you say is true, we‘d have a quicker time backtracking to Graadis to get there."
Franker's eyes begin to droop again.
‘No there is a better way. However it will take me a few days to prepare. Just stay in Lavi in the meantime. Lord Vosce can be a very unpleasant man. I am going to need your Goth army to tame his ego a little so that when I find the Thygearist, I can extradite him back here with no troubles." Franker closes his eyes while Truth finishes the last part of his sentence.
"If you find a way to get me and my men to Vosce and give me five minutes alone with the Metal Mage, I will help you bluff Lord Vosce." Franker's eyes roll in the back of his head as Truth completes his sleep spell. The manly looking Truth vanishes yet again.
Crossing the bridge in southwest Mis Le Mis hours earlier, the group of nine Calculators and their new sequenced friend Lake Rivers decides to rest for the night.
"We've passed two road blocks since this afternoon. We are only eight hours away from AB now. Soon we will have fulfilled our commitment to you. I trust that you'll do the same", Vioh says all this while resting his head on a soft portable pillow.
Lake eyes leer at Vioh and the others through his sunglasses. "For the thousandth time, yes. I will fulfill my blah blah blah!" Lake uses his sequined pink jacket as a blanket as the wind gusts pick up a little.
A fat faced women punching numbers in her calculator queries the exhausted pink barbarian., "So, what is Sinter like? I've never been."
In the dark, Lake Rivers heart-shaped sequins glitter a little. His fingers ease a sharp dagger out of his boot heel unbeknownst to anyone. He angrily yells out at the fat faced girl, "I never said I've been to Sinter, bitch. Just that I'm going there."
Vioh realizes that the man they had been harboring all day probably did kill his owners and was a wanted fugitive. Pulling out a broadsword, Vioh motions to the fat-faced woman along with the others to back up.
Sheathing his knife in an act of good faith, Lake lay back down and rolled over in the dirt face down. "Killing me won't be necessary. I didn't mean the pig face any harm. She just assumed I wanted to talk about Sinter and I don't that's all."
The young able Vioh gripped his broadsword tighter than ever, fearing his next question would anger the pink sequined wearing man. "Tell me now. Tell us all what you promised to tell us once we reached AB. If you do this in good faith you have my word that I will personally take you all the way through AB."
"If I refuse", Lake rolls over and is face to face with Voih's broadsword. "Fine. Fine. Remember earlier when I said (Why the great Lord Vosce waist his time on chasing a fairytale? Also, why would a man such an endless well of intelligence hire a bunch of novice Adders when he is King of you all?")
"The answer to that question is very simple. Vosce used to be the religious capitol Mis Le Mis. But in the last few months, all of that has changed. In these parts, Vosce has a new title. City of the Dead!" The Great Prince Vosce is not dead. He is alive He came back and killed everyone in Central Vosce with demons. Now he and his demon army are controlling this whole countryside in clandestine." Lake is ushered to his feet by sword point.
Looking around at all the bewildered Calculators, Voih makes one last simple statement. "We haven't the luxury for sleep. Lake you are with us now...no more questions asked. Got it?"
"Oh yeah baby. We sleep when we get there right?", Lake Rivers and Voih lead the group through the pitch black night.