Deep in a cave buried under a mountain's weight, poorly lit by the dim light of a single candle lit lantern, 11 warriors seeking vengeance on their brethren's behalf found theirselves before the entrance of an ancient tomb, lost and long forgotten, but still in all its glory. Like salt which had lost is savor the tomb was casted away, trampled by the dust of the earth for the past 12 thousand years, burying it under said mountain. Though unfamiliar to most of them with an origin shrouded in mystery, three of the warriors knew of the tomb before them. The tomb was of the formerly extant gracedfolk knightly order of the archangel Zeraphel which Heatherfield, Seraphim and Ursilamiel had all partaken in as the men-at-arms for their lord. The reason behind their visit, the defeat suffered by their close friend, the slime demon king Ekeroth. Just recently, Ekeroth's kingdom was attacked without warning by the allied kingdoms and laid to waste by their armies combined. Though many of his people escaped and survived, nearly twice as much died. Still, unbeknownst to the allied kingdoms, resurrection is a spell the demon king is all too familiar with. Upon seeing the barren waste his utopia was reduced to, he swore vengeance upon the allied kingdoms and would pay them back tenfold in blood. His friends did what they could to help gather the last of his people so he may rebuild the empire he once had on safer lands and as such, the knight Heatherfield surrenders the tomb as a new fortress for Ekeroth, who in turn is greatly pleased by his friend's gift. However, what was yet to come was outside the expectations of each and every one of them as the tomb suddenly uttered a thunderous roar and lit up its runes engraved within its walls. A blinding flash of light spawned from within the tomb and shone brightly outward the tomb. When the light vanished, as did the tomb and the 11 warriors remained stranded in an unknown grassed over land, acres wide with cattle feasting under the sun. Covering his eyes from the light of the sun Triggerdash spoke "Some tomb, even has it's own pocket-dimension". But the gracedfolk warriors were puzzled, knowing quite certainly the tomb lacks such a feature.
"What is this?" asked Seraphim away with mild concern.
"Zeraphel never said the tomb could do this" added the giant Ursilamiel when speaking to his companions.
Heatherfield turns to Seraphim and gestured with his hands repeatedly.
"Ugh…whaddy say?" questioned Triggerdash, rudely interrupting as per usual.
"You told me you started learning sign language" replied Seraphim. "Never mind, Heatherfield thinks this might be a defense mechanism of the tomb"
Ursilamiel continued where his sister had ceased as he said :"After the war 12 thousand years ago the tomb was closed with the order of Zeraphel disbanded. The tomb, most likely, doesn't want anyone in"
Again Seraphim continued :"Heatherfield thinks he can undo the defense mechanism once we return"
Pereira, in an understandable frustration, shouted out "So the tomb just randomly teleported our asses somewhere in Zera!?" before she collapsed to the ground laying on a soft bed of grass.
"Actually…" continued C4, "I'd argue we aren't even in Zera anymore"
The group turned to the undead griffin in shock after hearing his absurd conclusion.
"The f*ck you say!?" screamed out Skrzak with the mixed emotions of anger and confusion.
"Language!" responded Ursilamiel to her reaction. "You uncivilized animal, I still wonder to date how Ekeroth, a being of such class can fall for you and not an sweet innocent loli!"
"Shut it, you perv!! We're not having that conversation right now!" She shouted back.
Ekeroth leapt in saying :"Are we talking about girl?" only to get bashed on the head by Skrzak. A three-sided argument started between the group that always quarrels. Meanwhile the others gaze to the sky in amazement and disbelief and awe simultaneously. Two suns in the sky shining atop the planet. This WASN'T Zera. The 11 seemed to have transported to another world!
"Gijin, what is it you propose we do?" asked Dimitri. The undead swordsman looked his way with uncertainty. He drowned himself in a sea of thoughts before he finally answered saying:" We need information. We can't go in blindly and expect everything to work out". The vampire lord laughed softly. "I didn't need to wait that long to know that" he replied.
"I need to return home, Gijin. To my people. And Ekeroth has to restore his.."
Before Dimitri could speak a small boy in the far distance ran in a hurry, hastily outrunning a large wolf-like creature while desperately gasping for air. As the warriors each turn that way, Victoria caught sight of a small speck riding the wolf. "It would appear someone's chasing the boy" she said. Soon after the boy arrived at their location and fell to the ground, completely drained of stamina. As the wolf approached, a creature with a devilish appearance leapt from its back. red skin, spiraled horns and yellowish eyes. Immediately after his arrival, the uncivilized stranger showed no manner of respect. "Who the heck are you guys!?" were his words of choice upon meeting the warriors. "What is your business with child?" responded C4.
"Where you planning on hurting him?"
"why do you care!? You better shut it you pile o' bones before I reduce you to ashes!"
The stranger laughed loudly at his own unbearably naivete and sense of pride. After that maniacally disturbing thing he called laughter, Skrzak's curvy body caught him by the corner of his eye, to which he resorted to harass her. "Hey there girly, why don't you stop hanging around these fools and come get yourself a REAL man" is what he said. "No thanks" Skrzak immediately responded in disgust. The stranger, in a fury born just then, threatened Skrzak.
"I wasn't asking! Come here right now before I kill you and all you friends!! I have a power level of 43,000 you know?"
His words were so far from truth everyone started laughing, Heatherfield and Skrzak excluded. In silence Heatherfield walked to the stranger with his sword unsheathed but was held back by Skrzak before he had reached him. "No need to sully yourself" she said. "I got this". She than lifted a single finger and gently waved downwards while several feet away from the stranger. Suddenly seconds after the air trembled and the stranger was cleanly sliced in half along with nearly 12 acres of land, done by the sharpness of wind moved by Skrzak's finger. If there is one thing she dislikes, it's those who act strong, but aren't. The small boy, as tired as he was, crawled and held tightly onto Gijin's leg. "Please...there is...one more in my...village...", the boy begged softly with a broken voice. "Hey now, clean yourself up lil' man" Spoke Triggerdash as he helped him up and brushed the dirt of his tattered cloth.
"If it's killing, I'm always on board"
Taking his rifle off his back, Triggerdash aimed in the direction the boy originally ran from.
"Wait! You can't even see the village! what if you miss or hit someone else!?" shouted the boy with great concerns. With a smile the salmon replied "Here's the thing kid...I NEVER miss".
A beam was fired from the rifle and in a straight light reached the village and took with it the second devilish bastard's torso and half his head. But the fired beam continued forth reaching the end of the horizon and created a massive mushroom cloud explosion at the feet of a far away mountain.
"Hmm....considering how weak the first one was I'm starting to think I should have cut the power"
The gazed at the partially destroyed mountain in awe, amazed at the power of the warriors. "Your stronger than them, you're actually stronger than the damnedfolk!" shouted the boy happily. Heatherfield hadn't heard that name in nearly 12 thousand years, hence we walked towards the boy and placed his hand on his shoulder. Speaking very seriously he asked:" What did you SAY!!??"