Wyll and Askalon got back to the camp after some time, Wyll having to recollect himself some after the slight scrap with Maya. Askalon was helpful with keeping him up but he didn't rely too much on the {Weapon} as a little over halfway he walked on his own. Wyll's head was still spinning a bit as he walked, rubbing over his palms with his thumbs as they slightly stung from catching the attack. He huffed as they neared the edge of the camp, Gaemo waiting there for them as he saw Wyll.
With wide arms he charged Wyll and hugged him tightly though the embrace felt much different than usual, softer than the bone popping hugs that the man usually had given Wyll. Upon setting Wyll down Gaemo patted his son's shoulder.
"You're no longer the crying babe that I found abandoned long ago. You will always be my son. You are such a large part of my world and raising you has been a joy. The path you have been faced towards does not mean it is the path you must walk. Forge your own destiny. You aren't a product of war or some destined born warrior. No matter what path you chose, know that you are my son. It doesn't matter who you become, who you face or the trials you are faced with. Hold your head high and remember that you are your own person."
Wyll fought back tears as he looked at his father, tears streaming down Gaemo's face as he spoke to his son with truth and love. Gently he pats Wyll on the back before mounting his horse, smiling at the boy as they share goodbyes.
Askalon saw the scene, not wishing to make snide remarks to ruin the moment but a twinge of jealousy and bitterness flared up a bit. Touching, a shame he was never met with the same love or kindness from his own {Creator}, only casted aside by the {Blacksmith}. As the moment
Slowly dissipated and Wyll was left standing there. Wyll's soul was similar to a sonnet on a day of rain as Askalon awkwardly pat Wyll's back as tears began to flow.
Wyll felt Askalon console him as he shook his head, drying the tears as he sniffled a bit. He looked to Askalon, looking into the man's eyes.
"My name is Wyll Amarok, I don't want our relationship to be as cut and dry as {Weapon and Wielder} but true partners. You are trusting me, and I am trusting you. I can't promise that everything will be fine and dandy, I won't even promise to be the winner of this thing but I do want us to reach an agreement. I will do everything in my power to do right by you, myself and all those who follow us! I'm not fighting or putting our life on the line to win some dumb contest but instead make a place for us in the world. I can't promise to save everyone but I give you my loyalty and I hope in time I can earn yours. I thank you for your choice to walk hand in hand with me."
Askalon was shocked, furrowing his brow at Wyll some as he sighed. Damn this kid made things difficult. He was talented with words when he was finally able to summon up his courage but he also exhibited a lot of good traits.
"I am Askalon, the {First Forged} of all weapons. I can only access the polearm variations of {Weapons} but seeing you, I don't think that's a problem. I won't promise that the path you wish to walk is an easy one, being my partner I can only assure you plenty of trials and tribulations will plague our paths. However I wish to see your promise come to fruition and am eager to be your partner."
Wyll smirks before the two take each others hand, shaking firmly as Wyll looks to Askalon and sighs before cracking his knuckles.
"Alright Askalon, let's get to training. What would you-"
Wyll was cut short as his eyes rolled back and his body felt cold, everything went dark as Wyll found himself in a lucid state, standing on a stage in front of a large audience. Shadowy figures of varying sizes and shapes were out in the audience whispering among themselves as a spotlight shining down on Wyll as he looked about, blinking some as a peculiar man with dark tan skin, long black hair, various animal pelts and a striking turquoise necklace took the stage.
"Ladies, gentlemen and anything in between! Tonight we have a luxury product up for grabs! Gods, Creators and other titles, we have here a very special opportunity for you all to make! Chaos has given us the opportunity to 'help' their chosen in this spectacular skeptical! As we saw this child has drawn on the power of one of the mai-cohs' but we only thought it fun to raise the odds! Wyll has been handed the keys to the prospect of land! As you all have seen, some of you even favor the other champions. We ask you to take a gamble!"
He motions to a few orbs that are beside Wyll as they are all a dull grey color, stagnant almost as the man smiles.
"Four of you have the lucky chance to actively observe Wyll, these will be unseen to the people of this world but allow you a close perspective on our would be entertainer! I myself have even taken up one of these for a very steep price but we are auctioning the others off since these are some of the few we have made currently but others will be sold at a later time! We start the bidding, how much are you willing to pay!"
Wyll was confused as he stood there, looking out at the crowd but felt many sets of eyes on him, ten sending shivers up his spine, one set of kind eyes trying to ease the spine chilling feeling and a set whose intentions seemed obscured by a sort of smoke. Several sets of dings went off as in a matter of seconds the auction was over before the man furrowed his brow, pressing a finger to his ear as he huffs and nods.
"And all bets are in! We actually have a lucky winner in the audience that managed to sway Chaos! {Wolf Swallowing Magic & Runes}, {Drunken Serpent Devouring Women}, {Jaguar Shrouded in Smoke}, {Moon Who Drives Away Pain} and yours truly, {Greedy Gambler Who Doesn't Lose Twice}! Sorry {Lotus Who Guards Wealth}, we have an orb that will be given to you once made!"
The orbs float off as Wyll sees a window pop up, making him jolt a bit.
{Moon Who Drives Away Pain}: "Hello? Um, can anyone see my messages or am I using this wrong?"
{Drunken Serpent Devouring Women}: "My My, a beautiful lady takes a stand with ussssssss? How interessssssssting~. Ssssssssuch a treat for usssssss!"
{Jaguar Shrouded in Smoke}: "Still keeping up the eight S schtick? Lame but whatever I suppose. I see much potential in this one, but for now I chose to lurk. I'll be watching boy, do something interesting and I might speak up."
{Greedy Gambler Who Doesn't Lose Twice}: "You've had the device for less than five minutes and you all are already stirring trouble! Knock it off you all and no bickering! Chaos will get pissed! Just watch, make your donations and do what we are supposed to!"
Wyll watched this chat with confusion as he watched them bicker, one still not speaking up as he grumbles and huffs. He crosses his arms and sighs as another window pops up for him, his brow furrowing from the headache and overwhelming information.
[[{Gambler's Slight Luck} has been acquired. {Gambler's Slight Luck} a passive skill that has a thirty-seven percent chance to activate when practicing anything that involves chance. When triggered, user will become lucky in the activity they are practicing. This skill seems to be apart of the payment from {Greedy Gambler Who Doesn't Lose Twice}. May fortune smile upon you!]]
Wyll groans out some as everything quickly goes white, burning his eyes as he gasps. Quickly he bolts up, finding himself in a bed in lighter clothing as the sun peeked from the windows. Wyll groaned as he rubbed his head, shaking off the feeling from passing out as he begins to stretch as Askalon walks in the door with a plate of food and a glass of milk.
"You're finally awake"
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[[Wyll, {Champion of Chaos}
Skills : Beginner Spear Arts : lvl 5, Running : lvl 4, Pain Tolerance : lvl 2, Hand-to-Hand : lvl 3, Exhaustion Resistance : lvl 1, Overclock : lvl MAX, Weapon Catch, lvl 1, Gambler's Slight Luck lvl MAX
Authority : {Wolf Swallowing Darkness}'s Hunt of the Moon]]
[[&%( ###*) %%*()43, Askalon
polearm weapon type. Spear - Hunting Spear. Rarity: Undefined. Wielder: Wyll. Size, Shaft-7 feet, Spearhead- 1 foot 2 inches
Skills- Soul Link, Sentient Weapon, Parallel Thinking, Symbiosis]]