Nefaria, 20th of Kaelos, 542 ER
In the Dortmurk region of the kingdom of Demonga, a young, agile brown horse galloped across the barren landscape. Janeth, a seasoned explorer from the human kingdom, sat atop her horse, her white skin and slender frame a stark contrast to the harsh environment. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her explorer's garb was dusty from weeks of travel.
She has been exploring the depths of the amazing island of Demonga for a long time since the humans ventured and settled on the island.
As the sun rose over the horizon, Janeth and her horse, Barlotti, had been journeying through the famine-stricken part of Demonga for hours. This once-thriving region occupied by demons was now scarred by war as Janeth and her horse make their way across the famine-stricken land of Dortmurk, its withered plants and thorny vegetation a testament to the demons' extinction due to the hazardous methods inflicted on them by humans. The demons had become extinct by humans, who had tortured, killed, and enslaved them, leaving their lands scarred by war and their plants thorny and withered. The humans' cruelty had driven the demons to the brink of extinction, and the once-vibrant region of Demonga was now a desolate testament to the horrors of war and oppression."
After miles of riding, Janeth spotted an ancient temple standing nearby, with a small house visible in the distance. She dismounted Barlotti with an acrobatic grace and approached the ancient temple with her horse in tow, her eyes scanning the entrance. With a smirk, she exclaimed, "Oh men! That was an arduous journey! Wow, what an exploration I have discovered. Finally, Dortmurk!".
She exclaims in relief, yawns widely, and stretches her arms and back, feeling the weariness in her bones and joints as she straightens her tired limbs scrutinizing the ancient temple, "And look at what we have found! Bordock said demons haven't been seen in this land, but I aim to prove him wrong." She snapped her fingers, remembering something, and rummaged through her backpack for a rope. With a whistle, she tied the rope around her shoulder and approached Barlotti, rubbing his face and scratching his head as the horse neighs in disagreement and frustration, its voice rises to a high- pitched whinny, its ears pinning back in annoyance.
"Don't worry, Barlotti. More expeditions await us after this one. This is just a stop, I promise. What we found will be a great success, even Bordock and Goa Count Derstrikes will be impressed!"
With her horse secured to a small withered tree with scaly roots and fallen yellow leaves, Janeth shouldered her backpack and approached the temple. "Alright, the discovery and expeditions await. Here we go!"
With a sense of excitement and trepidation, Janeth struts towards the ancient temple, unaware of the shocking discovery that awaits her.
Nefaria, 20th of Kaelos, 542 ER(Continuation)
Janeth approaches the temple, her footsteps echoing on the stone floor leading up to the massive entrance. The door, adorned with intricate silver details, towers before her, its central metal plate secured by a large keyhole. She pauses, surveying the imposing entrance, its sturdy build and intimidating design a testament to its purpose: safeguarding the temple.
Her gaze lingers on the metal plate, her eyes locking onto the keyhole. She reaches out, her hand grasping the large keylock, her mind pondering the mechanism that secures the door. The rectangular metal plate, stretching vertically from the center of the door, seems to mock her with its solidity.
Janeth releases her grip, crouching to examine the keyhole and its locking mechanism more closely. As she ponders again, Janeth recalls the hammer in her possession. Despite her playful and adventurous nature, she possesses remarkable strength.
She sets her satchel down, unstraps it, and retrieves her key to unlock the small padlock securing it. After unlocking it, she puts the key and lock away, removes the front cover, and opens her satchel fully. She rummages through it, her eyes sparkling with a smirk as she finds what she's looking for.
Janeth pulls out a massive white hammer with a long metal handle, adorned with the Goazer Countderstrikes insignia. The hammer's head is enormous and square, capable of inflicting significant damage on even the sturdiest doors and gates. Despite her slender build, Janeth wields the hammer with ease, flinging it over her head and summoning all her strength to bring it down on the central board, shattering it and damaging the lock.
The hammer's impact is immense, causing significant destruction. The hammer's head shatters, its impact dislocating Janeth's shoulder and sending waves of pain through her body. The hammer falls from her grasp, and she stands frozen, her face contorted in agony.
After a few moments, she screams, tears streaming down her face as she feels the full force of the injury. With a gallant exertion, she drags herself towards the temple entrance, her hands and shoulders numb and immobile. Her face twisted in a grimace, she uses her last ounce of strength to kick her satchel towards the door, managing to open it slightly.
With a final surge of adrenaline, she kicks the door again, forcing it open. She collapses onto the floor, exhausted. Despite her condition, Janeth's instincts as an explorer kick in. She uses her legs to pull her satchel closer and her mouth to rummage through it, eventually retrieving a small coffer containing medical supplies.
The coffer falls to the floor, its contents spilling out. She endures with her left hand, as she collects a pouch of pain potion, opens it hurriedly, and then drinks some of the contents, uncaps a flask containing water, drinks it, and wraps her hands due to the burns and cut marks she got from the war hammer she was holding.
Then, before she can think of it, she falls, succumbing to her tired body, which she rests, closing her eyes for some minutes. Opening her eyes, she moves her left hand and shoulder, not feeling the pain and shocks any longer due to the pain potion, which she took, now sitting down..