Our two heroes have been crossing the sad and desolate lands of the south for a while now, and until then they haven't come across anything or anyone. The adventurer begins to feel fear, since his arrival in the south he has only encountered a Troll, monsters are known to swarm in these places, and yet he has only encountered one. When the hour of sleep was vain, he expressed his fear to Askhar, the latter replied:
"You don't worry about anything, the monsters aren't as numerous as we think, and then if we don't come across any of them, that's good news, we have to save some strength to be able to hope to exit through the border. Despite the words of his companion, the adventurer remained on his guard, who knows what fate has in store for them.
The southern paths are more and more dilapidated, and the once abundant brambles give way to ruins older than each other, marks in an indecipherable language are found everywhere, on the ruins as on the path. After walking for a long time, our two travelers again find themselves faced with a pile of corpses, they are no longer happy with the number of times they have come across them.
The sky begins to take on a reddish hue, seeing this the adventurer turns to Azkhar for advice.
Turning towards him, the adventurer was surprised to see him trembling under his armour, he who seemed fearless, finds himself like a terrified young child in front of this terrible spectacle.
"Let's find a place on high ground to take refuge. »
Azkhar's words raced through the adventurer's mind like an order to obey. He looked around, and saw nothing but ruins, desolate paths, and still indecipherable writings.
Azkhar pointed with his sword towards the top of a rather sharp-topped hill, the adventurer told him that they won't have time to get there.
Azkhar ignored the words of his companion and rushed towards the hill, which took our hero by surprise, he followed him as the same, not without being surprised, and he manages to run even in this armor.
After running until they were out of breath, the two companions remained at the top of this hill, observing the now totally red sky. The adventurer, not understanding anything about what is happening, went to make a fire, Azkhar stopped him and told him to sit down and he did the same.
Suddenly from the depths of the woods a howl resounded, monsters come out of the ground with the cruelest cries that the human ear has had the opportunity to hear, creatures from the largest to the smallest patrolled down this hill. Trolls, Goblins, Giants, and an army of at least a hundred undead, no being can survive such a cataclysm. The adventurer was left without a way, he would have died if he had not listened to Azkhar's advice, he turned to him, Azkhar was swallowing a bramble, without removing his hamlet of course, seeing the gaze of the adventurer weighing on him, Azkhar had a sad laugh and said:
"O adventurer, if by misfortune the sky is covered in blood, flee if you want to live.
For the BLOOD MOON is rising, and not even the gods can protect you from it. The adventurer was surprised at his companion's words, so he asked him what a blood moon is.
"It's the precise moment when death and life unite to harm men, when the dead get up, and the living join them, the best way to survive this cataclysm is to take refuge in height, otherwise death will take us in its arms. You understand? »
The adventurer does have a few questions, but there's no point in asking them, he just has to watch to learn, that's what he's always done. A long silence between our two heroes, they couldn't help but contemplate this terrible landscape, a blood red sky, monsters everywhere and abominable howls coming out of the bowels of the earth. Azkhar took a deep breath before saying:
"I suppose you know the strength of the plains knights. The adventurer nodded in affirmation, not taking his eyes off the many creatures still wandering below him. "Know that our strength, although superhuman, remains inferior to the weakest of monsters. This armor that we wear is the symbol, that of the eternal weakness that hovers over our species, if the monsters knew how to equip themselves, then we would have already disappeared from the continent a long time ago. That's why I came to the south, to be able to hope one day to equal the monsters that dishonor our lands. Azkhar clutched his sword to his chest and muttered, "It's about survival." »
The adventurer remained speechless in the face of such a surge of emotion, he didn't know what to say to comfort his ally, so he said nothing. The two companions gazed together at that red, starless sky. At least they know its dark, but they've just slept so they're not tired. The adventurer approached Azkhar and put his knees on his chest, shivering with cold, and Azkhar did the same by resting his sword on his shoulder. And so they remained side by side under the threatening sky, until the end of this hell...
The sky turned gray again, and the creatures that were screaming death disappeared. Azkhar descended as a scout, and motioned for the adventurer to descend as well. Once down, they began to continue their paths towards a still unknown destination, they walked for what seemed like an eternity. Before arriving in front of a small house in the middle of the woods, smoke comes out of a small chimney. The two companions exchanged a look, before heading towards this mysterious building.
Arriving at the door, a young woman with silver hair and eyes opened the door halfway, and faced her strangers. She inspected them with her eyes, from top to bottom, and said to them:
"Who are you and what do you want? Azkhar took the lead and replied "I am a knight and this is my adventurer friend, we are looking for a way out of this place." We got lost, but fortunately we saw your home, and we saw there a place where our humble souls can rest. »
The young woman continued to inspect them, before opening the door and ushering them in. The interior of the house is only one wooden room, it is dotted with makeshift furniture. A table with four chairs in the middle and a fireplace at the other end of the room, with above what appears to be an old painting, the fireplace is fueled by dry wood, which produces a pleasant noise in addition to warm this modest building.
A hooded man turned around when he saw them come in, then he sat down on one of the chairs around the table, then with a wave of his hand invited the newcomers to sit down. The young woman brought several dishes of soup to the table, she put two in front of the guests with their spoons, and then she gave the man his meal, before sitting down at the table herself.
The two companions sat at the table while putting their weapons on the ground out of respect, the adventurer however remained cautious, even in the face of such kindness, however Azkhar did not hesitate for a second and took the spoon to taste this hot meal , we would have almost seen the tears flowing under this iron mask. The adventurer inspected the surroundings, he began by carefully analyzing the man in front of him, a red cape with blue and purple symbols, and the hood, a mix between blue and red, although the man tried to hidden as much as possible, he has a sword hanging from his belt. The adventurer continued to stare at him as he chatted with Azkhar, then suddenly in the middle of the chat, the man gave his name.
"…I'm Thisvelt, sorry for taking so long to introduce myself…" The adventurer jumped when he heard his name, but Azkhar ignored this information and continued the discussion even more vigorously. He learned that the young woman's name is Elima and that she is looking for a creature she calls "The Wise Scarlet Dragon", having seen some, the adventurer knows how wild a dragon is, he doubts that such a creature exists, but as soon as he tells Elima, she deviates from the subject or replies kindly to him to have his reasons, he does not speak of this again.
Suddenly, as the adventurer continued to analyze his two mysterious benefactors, a crashing sound of armor shook the table, and overturned everything on it. The adventurer froze, then slowly turned to Azkhar, and at that precise moment he knew he was screwed, Azkhar with his head in his plate, he didn't react, he passed out. Another falling noise, but this time it's Elima's, the adventurer turns towards Thisvelt, but does not see it, then from behind him a voice sounds:
"You were smarter than your mate, and it's going to cost you your life."
In a flash, the adventurer knocked the table over with his foot, and made a good worm forward, then he faced his opponent who had drawn his sword.