“Just my luck,” he murmured, realizing he didn’t have his traps set, nor did he have the high ground. “And my sword is in the hands of the elven man who can’t even use it properly.” Frustration bubbled within him, but he remembered that he had other weapons stashed away. “Thank goodness for that heavy rapier I got all those years ago.”Caster took a deep breath, concentrating as he aimed. “I need to make this count,” he whispered to himself. His mana flowed into his wand, charging it for the shot. He told himself, "Just focus on the area between the goblin's eyes," as he got his aim ready for the moment to attack."Here goes nothing," he remarked, struggling with feelings of excitement mixed with anxiety. Nedu was his name. He came from the Kingdom of Bolia, which touched borders with the Kingdom of Mechiko. He was a novice warrior who picked the route of being a swordsman. "I will be powerful," he regularly told himself while gripping his sword firmly. Bolia was a land mainly fi

Two, three, and then four. More monsters fell to Nedu’s borrowed sword, but his streak was coming to an end. He knew it. The fifth monster lunged at him, and Nedu’s reaction was slower this time. The creature's claws caught him on the side.With barely any armor to protect him, the wound was deep. He gasped in pain and staggered back. The monster saw this as its chance. With a cruel grin, it moved in for the kill, raising its weapon high.Just before it could strike, Nedu thrust his sword forward, stabbing the monster straight through the heart."Nedu!" Aredhel's voice rang out, full of worry. He was behind Nedu, watching helplessly.Nedu gripped his bleeding side, his face twisted in pain. He forced himself to stand tall, even though his body felt weak. “Stay back, I’m fine…” he growled through clenched teeth. “When I give you the signal, run away. Do you hear me, Lord Aredhel?”Aredhel’s eyes widened. “Run away? What are you saying, Nedu? We’re getting out of here together. I won’t

Caster had spent what seemed to her like hours hiding in the cave just to watch the whole affair before the attack started. He had been watching blood moon, the mark of the moon elf fight fearlessly. Nevertheless, revelation of heavy movement, Mark staggered as if he was tired or rather had sustained an injury before throwing the first punch. Caster, who did not watch wraiths die when there was more he could do about it, had stayed back for his chance. As for himself, he could not have known what part he was to play in this story yet, but he foresaw himself interposing his authority again shortly.After the lead hobgoblin was taken down by one of Caster's spells, the battle didn’t stop. More monsters were still pushing forward, undeterred by their leader's fall. Samuel, the half-orc, was battling in the background, his large form covered in blood and wounds. He had been fighting off the smaller creatures for too long and was clearly reaching his limit. Despite his immense strength,

Caster pulled at the head bandage and looked lifelessly at the fatigued man on the ground, his retainer who had been recently in battle. The man was still holding the sword firmly and nervously throughout his body shakiness, maybe he did not want to personally release the sword at all.Well, can you give me back my sword also?” I kind of need it…" Caster raised an eyebrow and stepped forward offering out his hand, his tone hard but steady.Two men looked rather at each other without any inclination to start the conversation or make a step forward. Caster just stood there, hand outstretched and with a look of silent expectation after the man said what he has to say. At last, the moon elven man, named as Aredhel, came forward to end up the silence. He only came to his senses from the earlier doze he had suffered due to the shock he got when the collar failed."Return his sword, Nedu. Her words were said not loudly but the confidence in her tone caused him to stop in his tracks, “It do

The elven man was nothing more than the first tier class, not even a mage yet. His class was “Acolyte” which is just a class like the clerics of Vinicius church since they are not all that different. Still he was young, and not very powerful, but the potential was clearly visible.That is why Caster felt that they needed to put their money where their new party was. Despite the fact that the Acolyte wasn’t developed completely, he could come in handy. ELVEN MAN One day I borrowed one of Caster’s old robes But he did not want to give out his better gears yet.“Here, take this,” Caster said, shoving the robe to the man. “It is not much I know but it will go a long way to ensure you feel the heat.”Nodding his appreciation the elven man slipped the robe on.This kind of freebees were not something Caster was too fond of and him giving away his good leather armor? "I'll keep my armor, though. This robe will do for now," he thought. He figured helping them warm up and giving them some food