You've probably heard of this before: Once upon a time, there lies the beautiful kingdom of Hailes—a nation of over ten million filled with wondrous magic and mystery. But like every nation, it has problems such as crime, magic misuse, monster attacks, etc. In the kingdom, there are many paths to success. You can work as a merchant, a court wizard, a kingdom knight, or even something as straightforward as a farmer or tailor. However, some thrive on danger, unpredictability, and thrills. These individuals are known as adventurers. Many occupations (both lawful and unlawful) operate within guilds to fulfill their purposes for the kingdom and to establish legends and legacies.

 ...

Now, let's get onto the story, shall we?

Welcome to the town of Bellmire, a small village located in the Elmdale Swamp (which is Southwest--near Hailes' border) where you can admire the small houses crafted above around the enormous trees and the elevated docks filled with numerous fishing businesses and merchant's establishments.

At the edge of the town stands a young man on the verge of entering its borders. This young man is a Viking named Hraezlyr. He is a strong and remarkable individual, not yet sixteen years old. He wears a horned helmet that conceals his brown hair and is draped in a red tattered cape adorned with a large bear pelt serving as a mantle to keep his neck and shoulders warm, which hides his tan-colored tunic. Hraezlyr smiles at the sight of the town ahead, gazing with dark blue eyes.

"Hraezlyr! Is that Bellmire village?!" A little fairy asked. She was roughly eight inches tall, and her long bright red hair flowed, revealing green ends, her eyes glowed with a vibrant emerald, and her only form of clothing was a white cloth similar to a simple dress, but with enough room for her fragrant pink wings.

"Looks like, Strawberry," Hraezlyr responds to the fairy now known as Strawberry. He smiles alongside his fairy companion as they finally reach their destination.

"Do you think we'll find a Ley Line around here?" Strawberry asked the Viking.

"If the rumors are true," Hraezlyr answers, "we should be able to find it without much effort."

The Viking and fairy both turn to face the town again and resume their trek to Bellmire.

...

Meanwhile, within Bellmire, a young woman is entering a shop. She's a young and beautiful woman, revealing to have golden, long hair and navy blue eyes, but what stood out the most was that she was dressed in a white button-up shirt with a brown vest to match her raw-hide trench coat, a pair of black leather boots, a tan witch-styled hat and wrapped around her legs and chest are a few bandoliers and a set of two revolvers holstered to both sides of her hips.

The minute she entered the shop, she looked around to find numerous jars and magic items on the shelves. Since she didn't know the inner layout of the store, she'd have to ask the vendor in charge of the establishment. Approaching the desk before her, she rings the bell and suddenly an old elven man appears in a puff of smoke with a calming smile, and greets, "Hello, young lady, how can I help you?"

Startled by the sudden appearance, the young lady screamed in shock, "AAHHH!" and punched him in the face.

"MY EYE!" The old man screamed.

"I'm so, so, sorry sir!" She apologized while waving her hands in front of her.

"No, no. It's not the first time this happened. I'm the one who should apologize for scaring you."

As the vendor and customer calmed down, they took a deep breath, and the vendor went straight to business.

"Now then," the elven vendor said, "how can I help you?"

"I was wondering if you have any magic bullets for sale."

"Magic bullets? Let me see." The elven shopkeep went under the desk and pulled a large, leather-bound book. Opening it, he skimmed through the pages for a few seconds and closed the book.

"Sorry, there aren't any magic bullets in stock." The vendor said without a care in the world.

"That was fast!" The gunslinger shouted.

"We sold out hours ago. But we'll be having a new shipment coming in a week."

"No, that's okay," she sighs in disappointment.

After leaving the shop with nothing, she wandered the streets of Bellmire, contemplating the unfortunate hand placed upon her.

"Man, I hiked through this swamp to re-stock on ammo, only to find out I was a few hours late." She complained to herself. However, her disappointment was thrown out of focus once she heard chatter from a passing group of local villagers.

"Did you hear that he's in town?!"

"I can't believe he's here."

"It's the Black Armory!"

Once those words reached the gunslinger's ears, she immediately thought, "The Black Armory?" As the epithet sunk in, she asked, "Isn't that the adventurer who carries magic weapons of different types? The rare ones that they built themself?!" The gunslinger decided to follow the crowd hoping to meet the famous hero, though she thought, "But why would the Black Armory come here of all places?"

After half an hour of following the crowding villagers, the beautiful gunslinger found a large gathering in the center of the village.

"That must be where the Armory is," she mused, "maybe they can give me some tips on improving my shooting?" The second that thought materialized within her head, she grew determined to meet the celebrity. Brushing through the heavy crowd, her eyes laid upon the center of attention, the Black Armory.

The Black Armory was a tall man with the build of a great warrior. Like the namesake, he wore full black iron-plated armor around his chest and a great-helm helmet that bore a stylized rook chess piece. Resting on his back was an oversized, double-sided battleaxe, and in his gauntlet's fist was a cleaver-shaped bastard sword. Upon seeing the armored star, the stunning gunslinger was about to approach ever closer, so that she may talk to him.

...

Meanwhile, Hraezlyr and Strawberry are wandering through the streets of Bellmire, both looking dismayed.

"Man," Hraezlyr sighed, "all this walking around for nothing."

"I know what you mean," Strawberry added, "I thought for sure we'd find a Ley Line around here after all the rumors we've been hearing."

"Yeah," Hraezlyr answered, "all the rumors had shown the same signs as a Ley Line. Only to find out..."

"That it was just swamp gas and residue light magic." Strawberry finished with the same level of disappointment. The Viking and fairy both hung their heads, finally admitting that their search had been a wild goose chase. They were about to walk home when they could hear the faint hearing from the villagers, "Black Armory!" several women villagers cheered.

"Black Armory? Here?" Strawberry asked.

"Hey, let's go say hi," Hraezlyr suggested.

"Sure! It's been a while, I'd love to play catch-up."

They smile as they follow the source of village merriment and gossip.

Back with the gunslinger, she finally got close enough to start a conversation with the legendary Black Armory. Only for it to be interrupted by Hraezlyr and Strawberry appearing with big grins, Hraezlyr shouted, "It's so good to see you!" But their smiles morphed into confusion when they saw the Black Armory and Hraezlyr asked, "Who're you supposed to be?"

Everyone, including the Black Armory himself, was shocked.

"I am an adventurer, you might know me as the Black Armory!" The Black Armory said with a chivalrous expression.

"Yeah right," Hraezlyr and Strawberry responded with blank looks.

"Huh?!" Everyone in the crowd shouted.

"You're not the Black Armory," Hraezlyr proclaimed. The crowd started berating the Viking and fairy duo.

"Say what?!"

"How would you know?"

"It's obvious he's the Black Armory!"

"Now now, people," The Black Armory said to the outraged villagers, trying to defuse the situation, "let's hear them out." He turned to the skeptical duo and asked, "Now, what makes you so certain that I'm not the Black Armory?"

"Because we've seen the Black Armory before," Hraezlyr stated, "and there's one, big fat, fact that separates you from the real Black Armory."

"What would that be?" the 'Black Armory' asked.

"Because the Black Armory is a woman," Strawberry said matter-of-factly.

The moment that spread through the town, everyone was stumped.

"WWWHHHAAAAAAAATTTTT?!?!?!?!?!" Everyone in town screamed.

"You lie! I'm, clearly, the Black Armory! The adventurer of Eagle's Song!" The 'Black Armory' yelled in outrage.

"Shut your mouth!" Hraezlyr screamed in greater outrage. Making everyone flinch and stop their yelling. Strawberry, wanting to prove everyone wrong, challenged, "If you are the Black Armory of Eagle's Song, how about a duel?"

"A duel?" the 'Black Armory' asked.

"Yeah! If you're truly the Black Armory, challenging Hraezlyr will prove your authenticity. If you succeed, we'll apologize; but if you fail, you must admit you're an imposter!"

"Hehe," the accused adventurer chuckled, "very well. I'll accept your challenge." 

The 'Black Armory' raised his bastard sword, pointing it toward the young Viking, "Prepare yourself!"

Hraezlyr chuckled as he cracked his knuckles, "This will be easy."

Irritated, the 'Black Armory' lunged towards the Viking, preparing to chop him in two.

"You shouldn't underestimate my strength, young man!" The accused celebrity yelled.

The duel was short-lived when Hraezlyr easily dodged the sword and punched his armored opponent's helmet. His strength and force were enough to send the towering man flying five feet away, landing hard on his back. Slowly getting back up, the fallen warrior revealed that his helmet was heavily dented.

"You see," Strawberry told the crowd, "if he were truly the Black Armory, he wouldn't have lunged like that. In fact, Hraezlyr battled the Black Armory before and lost miserably!"

"Did you really need to point that last part out?" Hraezlyr asked with a little embarrassment.

Now furious, the so-called Black Armory removed his helmet, revealing him to be a middle-aged man with two scars on his face that are crudely shaped like the letter 'v' and a goatee beard, he yelled, "That's it!" dropping his knightly tone, replacing it with a typical scumbag expression.

"I'll show you not to make a fool out of me!"

The enraged brute charges at Hraezlyr with his sword swung in a horizontal slash, hoping to decapitate the Viking.

Before the sword could reach his neck, Hraezlyr quickly ducked and uppercut the raging swordsman's blade, shattering it like glass. Stunned by the state of his sword, the fraudulent adventurer couldn't believe he had lost his weapon with just one punch, not realizing that the young Viking's fist was closing on his face. Sadly, he noticed too late, as Hraezlyr struck him in the nose and knocked him back down, this time with a bloody nose. Hraezlyr prevented him from getting back up by placing his foot on the man's armored chest. 

"Listen here," Hraezlyr said, "I don't care why you're doing this, but I won't tolerate lying scumbags like you sully the Black Armory's name. Confess!"

"C-curse you," the fraud muttered. Hraezlyr scoffed at this and kicked the phony away, "Get out of here already!"

Following his advice, the faker grabbed his broken sword and quickly fled from the Viking and the crowd.

With the truth revealed, the crowd dispersed with a few murmurs about the liar and how Hraezlyr won without effort.

"Hate guys like that," Hraezlyr muttered.

"You said it." Strawberry supported.

"Hey," a voice called to them. The pair turned to see a gunslinger smiling and waving at them. "Do you two wanna get something to eat?" Before they could deny it, Hraezlyr's stomach growled, making him lower his head out of embarrassment. Strawberry chuckled and said, "Sure."

...

In a small, nearby cafe, Hraezlyr was enjoying a large chicken sandwich, while Strawberry ate the tomatoes from his side salad. The gunslinger was seated across from them.

"You're Hraezlyr and Strawberry, right?" She asked.

"Yep. And you're name's Goldie?" Hraezlyr asked with his mouth partially full.

"Hraezlyr, how many times do I have to remind you not to talk with your mouth full?" complained Strawberry. Hraezlyr swallowed his food and said, "Sorry."

"That was pretty impressive how you took that guy down." The now revealed Goldie complimented.

"Not really," stated Strawberry. "If that guy is anywhere close to being as strong as the real Black Armory, Hraezlyr wouldn't have used his bare hands to beat him."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," Hraezlyr answered, "the Black Armory is strong enough to kill a small tribe of ogres with just one hit. That guy was just some loser looking for glory that was never his."

"Is it true that the Black Armory's a woman?" Goldie asked.

"Yeah," Hraezyr responded, "both Strawberry and I have seen her plenty of times, so we'd remember that."

"I'm just surprised because people haven't got a good enough glimpse of her."

"I keep telling her to remove some of that armor," Strawberry commented, "but she never listens."

"I mean," Strawberry complained, "how would people recognize her if her face is always hidden beneath that helmet?!"

"Speaking of faces," Hraezlyr said, "didn't that guy look familiar?"

"Hhmm... Can't say I do," Strawberry responded, "most of you humans look alike to me."

"Is that why you're here? Looking for her?" Goldie questioned.

"No," Hraezlyr said, "that was just a coincidence."

"We're looking for a Ley Line," Strawberry told Goldie.

"A Ley Line?"

"Yeah, you see, a Ley Line is a magical boundary point that exists throughout the world, connecting it to the Fairy Realm," Hraezlyr explained.

"Seriously?!" Goldie exclaimed, intrigued by such new magical knowledge.

"Seriously," Strawberry confirmed. "But the main problem is that the Ley Lines barely show for long since they keep opening and closing. Nobody knows when or where the next Ley Line will open up."

"That's amazing. So that's why you came here?"

"Uh-huh. We were hearing rumors that there was a possible Ley Line around here, but it turned out that it was just a rumor."

Being reminded of that, Hraezlyr lowered his head again in embarrassment.

"So what brought you to Bellmire?" Strawberry asked in hopes of changing the subject.

"Oh," Goldie said, "it's nothing special. I was looking for some magic bullets."

"Magic bullets?" Hraezlyr asked.

"Yeah," Goldie replied. "I've been practicing how to use magic guns. I travel around and practice wherever I can."

"How come?" Strawberry asked.

"Well, I want to become an adventurer!" Goldie elaborated with spirit.

"Really?"

"Yep. Since I was a kid, I've wanted to join an adventurers' guild. Going on quests to fight monsters, uncover lost ruins, and save people; is the kind of stuff I've only read about in books. If I could join one of the more popular guilds, I would shoot for the moon!" Goldie excitedly expressed.

"Talk about determined," Strawberry muttered.

"Sorry," Goldie apologized, "I prattle sometimes when I think about stuff like this."

"That's alright," Hraezlyr replied, "if you keep practicing with that same amount of enthusiasm, I'm sure you'll get in no problem."

Hearing that made Goldie smile and have more determination build up within her. As they finished their meal, Goldie placed some Scales (a paper currency) on the counter, and said, "Thanks for the encouragement."

"No problem," Hraezlyr answered. As they both separate, Strawberry shouts, "Hey, Goldie! I hope we see each other again!"

"I'd like that!" Goldie shouted with a smile. They wave each other goodbye and continue on their separate journeys.

...

At an alleyway, the Black Armory faker was shaking in pure hatred for the humiliation Hraezlyr gave him.

"Curse that kid," he muttered, "curse him to the pits!"

"He'll pay for humiliating me."

When he saw Goldie waving goodbye to Hraezlyr and Strawberry in the distance, the fraud developed a sinister grin with an equally such thought: 'That brat is going to pay, and she's going to help me do it.'

He waited for her to walk past him and gain distance, looking for the right time to strike.

After some walking, Goldie stood in the park, reaching for one of her revolvers, she drew it so she could clean it with gun oil. Whipping the oil around the barrel, she heard a bush rustling. She may not have much experience in combat, but she had strong enough instincts, to warn her someone was after her.

Quickly turning around, Goldie was met by the Black Armory faker jumping from the bushes and was tackled by him.

"Don't even think about struggling, girlie," he threatened with an insidious smirk. The threat fell upon deaf ears, however, as Goldie retaliated with a swift knee to his nether regions. Stunned by the sudden and powerful strike, he falls onto his sides and Goldie tries to gain enough distance so she can use her other gun. 

"Don't even think about it," Goldie declared. While Goldie successfully drew her other revolver, the fraud was prepared.

"At first I was just gonna capture you and use you for bait," he said while drawing his broken sword, "but since you ticked me off, I'm gonna take great pleasure in beating you a bit."

"Bait?" Goldie asked.

The faker charged at Goldie, but she quickly shot his leg. With his bluff successful, he used his sword to deflect the bullet and continued to advance.

"I figured by the bandoliers around your body that you used guns," the Black Armory faker boasted, "and I couldn't help but notice that you don't have many bullets left. You're officially no match since I can keep deflecting your bullets!"

Knowing what he said was true, Goldie was struggling, 'What do I do? He's right about my low ammo and I'm clearly up against an experienced fighter. He may not be as strong as the real Black Armory, but he's still no pushover.' Goldie tried to adjust her aim, but she was too late and the scoundrel swung his sword at her gun, disarming her.

"That's the problem with you gunslingers," he taunted, "you rely on stopping power but can only use it a limited amount of times. That's why I prefer using swords and axes, the truly superior weapons."

Taking her lack of weapons to his advantage, the charlatan quickly tackles Goldie again. Only this time, he places his broken sword at her throat, to prevent her from repeating the same dirty trick. With Goldie now under his mercy, the brute's plan could commence.

...

With Hraezlyr and Strawberry heading to the town center, Strawberry suggested finding an inn since the next carriage wouldn't arrive until tomorrow morning. Their journey was cut short when they heard a gunshot in the distance.

"A gunshot?" Strawberry mused.

"Hey Strawberry," Hraezyr said, "I got a bad feeling."

"Should we go check?"

"Have my feelings been wrong about this kind of thing before?"

"Let's go."

The duo quickly sprinted to the source of the gunshot, in hopes that Hraezlyr's instincts were wrong this once. Regrettably, his instincts are always accurate about potential danger, whether it's a danger to him or someone else.

...

Once they reached the source of the gunshot, they found themselves in the same park Goldie walked to. Only to find her tied to a tree and the faker standing next to her with her guns in his hands.

"You know," he said, "while I think guns are inferior to swords and spears, I know good quality when I see it. After I'm done with you, I'll sell these to make a quick Scale."

"Hey!" Hraezlyr shouted in anger.

"Hraezlyr! Strawberry!" Goldie shouted in both worry and relief.

"Whoa!" The brute shouted, "You got here sooner than I thought. But, hey, at least you spared my men the legwork."

"Men?" The duo said in confusion.

Seconds later, the men the brute spoke of jumped out from the bushes. They were six men, all dressed in tattered tunics and carrying a variety of daggers and swords, and all smirking evilly, thinking they could take Hraezlyr easily. Seeing them surrounding the duo, Goldie began to worry more.

"This is the kid boss was talking about?"

"Apparently, he thinks he's a hero."

"He's not so tough."

"Be careful men," the Black Armory faker warned, "he may not look it, but he's tough..."

"...So show him no mercy." The imposter chuckled with a sinister smirk, signaling his minions to attack. They charge without hesitation, preparing to kill Hraezlyr.

"Strawberry," Hraezlyr said, "I'll take care of this, you go save Goldie."

"Right." Strawberry darted over the charging thugs, skillfully dodging them to reach Goldie.

"Sorry short stuff," the faker taunted, "but I can't let you take away our hostage!" He draws his axe, which glows in a bright blue aura.

"Freezing Slash!" He yells as he creates a wide slash, sending a slashing wave toward the fairy.

"Strawberry!" Goldie screamed in fear.

"You use an ice magic weapon?" Strawberry mused.

Without hesitation, Strawberry retaliated when she conjured a dark green magic circle and shouted, "Rose Garden Ward!" A large pillar of enlarged roses and thorns instantly shot out of the ground, tanking the ice magic attack.

"Roses?" Goldie asked.

"I get it," the axe-wielding brute said, "I heard that fairies can use a form of nature magic relating to one of the four seasons. You're a Spring fairy aren't ya?"

"I'm surprised you know that much," Strawberry said, "for such a big dimwit like you."

The axe-weilder shouted in an outrage, "Dimwit?!"

Seeing her opportunity, Strawberry swerved past the enraged hooligan and reached the tied-up Goldie.

"Strawberry!" Goldie shouted, "Don't worry about me, go help Hraezlyr."I know he's strong, but even he can't handle six people!"

"Don't worry, Goldie. He can handle those losers. I need to get you out of here!" Strawberry reassured. She summoned another magic circle and yelled, "Briar Sickle Slash!" A whip made of Briar vines came out of the magic circle and its thorns sliced through Goldie's ropes, setting her free.

"Alright!" Goldie shouted, "Thanks, Strawberry."

"Now let's get you out here!" Strawberry shouted.

"Wait!" Goldie shouted back, "I need one of my guns." 

Finding one of her revolvers on the ground, Goldie dashed over to pick it up. She quickly opened the chamber, grabbed a bullet from her hip bandolier, and loaded it.

"Okay," Goldie said, "it's time I show you what a magic gunslinger can do!"

Aiming her gun at the group of thugs attacking Hraezlyr, Goldie shouted, "Hraezlyr, get out of the way!" 

Hraezlyr nods in response and jumps to the side, with that, Goldie quickly shouts, "Gun Magic: Storm Bullet Domino!" Goldie squeezed the trigger, and a magenta magic circle appeared out of the barrel of her revolver. Once the magic bullet passed through the circle, her one piece of lead turned into a bolt of electricity and struck three of the six goons instantly knocking them down.

"Nice shot!" Strawberry complimented.

"Thanks."

Seeing three of the six henchmen unconscious, Hraezlyr gazed into the distance to see that Strawberry was successful and Goldie was safe, he smirked and said, "Alright," he cracked his neck, "now that Goldie's safe, I don't have to worry about holding back."

The remaining henchmen were offended by that statement and were shouting: "You were holding back?!" "Yeah, right! Don't get cute with us!"

Hraezlyr started walking towards the group, his grin turning into a scowl.

"Now," Hraezlyr growled, "I don't care who you are, but impersonating a member of the Eagle's Song is something I can't stand!"

"Why do you care? What's the Black Armory to you?" The impersonator asked.

"I'm only gonna say this once," Hraezlyr answered, "I am Hraezlyr, an adventurer of the Ealge's Song! And the Black Armory? She's my comrade."

"Wait Hraezlyr's a member of the Eagle's Song? One of the top five adventurers guilds in Hailes?!" Goldie asked in absolute surprise. 

"Men," their boss said, "let me handle this. He made a fool out of me and I'm gonna be the one to finish him off." He raises his axe, glowing even brighter than the last time, and shouts furiously, "Great Axe Whiteout!"

The axe blasts a powerful current of volatile ice magic, making it barrel toward Hraezlyr. Only, the Viking didn't move, only smirked. Making contact, the magic attack erupted in a mighty frozen explosion.

"Hraezylr!" Goldie screamed in worry, getting ready to run to his aid, only for Strawberry to say, "Wait." Goldie halts in her run to see what the Spring fairy meant.

"Hahaha! That's what the little punk gets," the axe-wielding brute commented, he turned around alongside his minions, "Now let's take care of loose ends." They take only twelve steps when they hear the impossible, "Is that seriously your strongest attack?"

Shocked and appalled, everyone turned to the source of the voice, confirming it to be Hraezlyr's. "Even with that magic, you're still a weakling." The freezing mists dissipate, revealing Hraezlyr to be unscathed, his arms crossing in front of his face, grinning from ear to ear, and magical runes floating around his forearms.

Everyone except Strawberry was speechless. Strawberry smirked, "Magic like that is useless against Hraezlyr."

Waving his arms down, Hraezlyr's runes vanished, "Now that I've seen that axe in action," he said, "you're name's Barclay, right?"

"This is bad boss," one of the minions said in fear, "he's figured you out."

"Don't say that out loud you idiot!" the now-revealed Barclay shouted.

"Barclay," Goldie said, "I know that name. That must mean he's Barclay the Hoarfrost. He's that wandering bandit responsible for ravaging seven villages in the last two months."

"Seriously? All in two months?" Goldie asked in disbelief.

"It's true," Strawberry answered, "in fact, he's got a bounty of over ten thousand Scales!"

"Ten thousand!?"

Confirming Bonclay's identity, Hraezlyr slowly walked towards the bandit.

"Normally," the Viking would say, "I'd just kick the crap outta you and let you off with a warning..."

Preparing to fight, Hraezlyr quickly drew his short sword and shouted, "But now that I know you're just a rotten bandit, I'll have no problem chopping you down to size!" Before charging, Hraezlyr summoned a different set of floating runes, "Brenna!" Hraezlyr shouted.

"Wait a minute," one of Barclay's henchmen murmured, "that helmet and the magic runes... I know that kid! He's the Berzerker!"

"Berzerker?" Goldie asked. "You mean he's the famous adventurer of the Eagle's Song guild?!"

"Uh huh," Strawberry answered. "Don't worry, he can handle this."

"That's right!" Hraezlyr shouted. He grinned as his runes melded with his sword and burst into flames, "Let me show you what an Eagle's Song adventurer can do!"

Hraezlyr charges towards the bandit, preparing to strike him down with his blazing sword.

On the defensive, Barclay swiftly swung his axe and shouted, "Freezing Hell!" With the spell evocated, Barclay's axe glowed bright blue, and swung his axe at the young Berzerker, sending an overwhelming wave of ice magic. However, Hraezlyr deflected the attack when producing another set of runes around his off-hand and shouted, "Brenna: Flaming Awe!" Hraezlyr created a powerful wall of fire magic that successfully stopped the bandit's ice and continued his charge.

"What kind of magic is that?" Goldie asked while observing the battle before her.

"Hraezlyr uses runes from the Brenna runes to process fire magic, Frjósa for ice magic, and Þrymja for utilizing thunder magic," Strawberry explained.

"Wow, I've never heard of those runes before."

"Believe it or not, these particular runes were used by my ancestors in the Fey Realm. It's a magic that's rarely seen anymore in this realm."

"Seriously?"

"Yep, in fact, Hraezlyr learned the runes in the Fey Realm. By Queen Titania herself."

"No way."

"Freezing Rain!" Barclay screamed in desperation, creating a large barrage of icicles, hoping to kill the pursuing Viking, only for Hraezlyr to parry each icicle and shout, "Not bad, Hoarfrost! But now, I'm gonna finish this in one strike!"

Raising his short sword, Hraezlyr evocated, "Brenna: Surtr Blazing Slash!" His short sword's flame enveloped like a raging inferno, as he lunged and swung his sword in a diagonal slash, the flames around the sword extended and created a slashing wave of raging fire, striking Barclay in his chest plate and sending him flying into the trees, knocking him out.

Seeing their boss defeated, Barclay's henchmen quickly started to run away in fear, "Oh no you don't," Strawberry said, "Bramble Snare!" Once the Spring fairy shouted her enchantment, a series of green magic circles appeared beneath the ground, summoning numerous bramble branches and vines to capture the fleeing bandits.

"SO PRICKLY!" the captured bandits cried as the thorned vines and branches latched onto their flesh.

"Wow," Goldie said in awe, "so you're the famous Berzerker?"

"Yep," Hraezlyr answered. Before he turned around to leave, he looked over his shoulder and asked, "Aren't you coming?"

"Huh?"

"Well, you said you wanted to join an adventurer's guild, right?"

Goldie was awestruck and stood silently, processing what the famous adventurer had implied.

"Let's go," Hraezlyr smiled.

Seeing this, the magic gunslinger smiled with glee and shouted, "Alright!"

The Viking and Spring fairy, now traveling with their new friend, are leaving the swamp land and preparing to head to the prominent Eagle's Song guild, preparing for a life of adventure and wonder.