Three days had passed since the duel and the three week mandatory leave for the Imperial Soldiers had elapsed and now it was time to return to business as usual and for Rashen, Gayle and Macy, that would mean returning to Grittshore."You guys better hurry. The carriage'll be here soon." Macy called from just outside the lodge. She stood in the cool 6 o'clock breeze,her bag hung over her shoulder all packed and ready to go."Yeah yeah I'm coming." Said Gayle walking out the lodge. He hung his bag over his shoulder as well,but in his hand was another bag,a bigger one."You know you could've just left your leftover foodstuffs for the next people that'll be using your room." She said arms crossed. Gayle laughed."Foodstuff we bought? With our own money? Macy we're not philanthropist y'know." "Whatever." She checked her watch. "What's taking Rashen so long?" "He's signing out and returning the key." "Wish he'd hurry up." "Meh,s'not like the carriage's here yet." "Still,he should be h
Claruk's body ached all over as he struggled to get to the kitchen. Ignoring his blood loss, he forced forced himself to get to the cabinets,he needed something to stop the bleeding. His arms pushed him forward leaving a trail of blood behind him where his left leg used to be. As he drew closer to the bottom cabinets he felt a sharp pain from his left thigh. He couldn't scream in pain as his throat had been slashed,he coughed up blood instead. He looked back to see the metal blade that had been forced into his thigh and standing behind him,a large man with metal blades sticking out of his back. The man dragged Claruk out of the kitchen and back to the living room using the blade. He sat him on the floor,back against the wall where he had a clear view of the dead woman in the middle of the scattered living room. His attacker pulled out another metal blade and forced it through Claruk's other thigh, another through his left shoulder. He sobbed as he coughed up blood, the pain was too i
The Red Ring Fox gang had been causing trouble in the deeper parts of Blak Acre and today they managed to corner an aging merchant in an alley. They pushed the merchant to the wall and forced his bag out of his hands. "Please don't. That's all I could make today and I have children at home to feed." The merchant begged. "Shut him up Burnlow!" Ordered one of the members,a young woman with a nose ring and a satchel hanging on her shoulders. Burnlow, the bald man with a particularly large nose landed a punch on the merchant's stomach. He retched as he got down on his knees,tears in his eyes. "What's in the bag Narry? Anything worth it?" Asked Snyther, another member of the group with sharp eyes and spiky hair. "There's money here but it's not nearly enough." Narry said irritated. She walked up to the merchant and got down to meet his eyes,she grabbed him by the hair. "Listen old man,the phrites ya got here ain't nearly enough to pay for our protection." She said. "Pr- protecti
"So Rashikins..." Gayle called from his bed just across Rashen's space. "What type'o woman d'you like?" "What?" Rashen,who at this point was used to Gayle keeping him up at night, asked."What type'o woman d'you like?" Gayle asked again. Rashen didn't think too much about his response."I mean...I like Macy." "No Rashikins,I mean romantically. The type'o woman you'd want to spend the night with having steamy,hot se-" "Yeah I got it!" Rashen interrupted. "I don't really have an answer for you though." "Come on Rashikins don't be a disappointment." "I'm serious! Girls never really liked me y'know." "With the whole 'demon who killed his parents' situation?" Asked Gayle."Yeah... also I don't think that physically,I was their type." "Ok but of all the women you've seen, different types with different body shapes, which one do you like the most?""I really couldn't tell you man." Rashen said truthfully."Fine,if you say you." Gayle replied, clearly unsatisfied with his Rashen's answ
Rashen, feeling good about himself, walked the streets of Blud Valley, deciding to go on his morning patrol before heading over to the Watch. The streets of Blud Valley seemed a lot healthier these days and it had everything to do with the Grittshore Division. Rashen had become something of a local celebrity in Grittshore, particularly Blud Valley,known by the name 'Hell Wings'. Blud Valley was still ridden with petty thefts, robberies and assault but crime was on a slow decline. Blak Acre on the other hand was a different story. The biggest subregion in Grittshore and they hadn't covered much grounds there,but Rashen didn't want to think about that too much. He was well aware that the issues in Blak Acre and Grittshore as a whole would take years to handle but Rashen was up for the challenge. He greeted various merchants and shop owners as he walked through the local market of Blud Valley. The children at the corner invited him over for their game of Atcherball but he declined. He
It had been over an hour since Rashen arrived at the Grittshore Watch Headquarters with Ridnik in arms. He sat in one of the many rooms in the building together with Garle,Hanabi,Miss Marun,Macy and Gayle. As they sat there in silence,Nanalie arrived. Garle was the first to ask her,"How is he Nanalie?" "He's unconscious Head Watcher. He still has his convulsions but I'd like to think his condition has gotten better. I'm told that they can manage to keep him alive till we can take him to the hospital for professional treatment." "That's good. We should let him rest a while before transporting him." "I'll let the others know Head Watcher." Said Nanalie. She walked out the door, closing it behind her."Now then..." Garle said,his voice as soothing as ever, "I suppose it's time to discuss things as they are." "I'm sorry Head Watcher." Rashen started. "I probably shouldn't have just dumped him on the Watch so suddenly,I thought he was dying and I-- I panicked." Rashen said,his voice g
In a particular bar in Blak Acre,the Goddess Spit,sat a crusty,hairy and unkept drunk. Sticking out of the pocket of his coat was a rusty dagger. He downed a jug of beer and slammed it on the counter demanding another. The workers as well as other customers found him incredibly annoying and overbearing. He harasses the female workers and constantly picks fights with the men. It was safe to say that no one enjoyed his presence,but he was a paying customer and as long as you have the money to pay, anyone is welcomed at the Goddess Spit bar.The door to the bar swung open violently and in came two Imperial Soldiers."NIGSKY!!!" One of the soldiers,the shorter one with natural tan skin,messy hair and red eyes yelled. Nigsky wasted no time pulling his dagger out of his coat but it was instantly slapped away by the cadet who grabbed his head and slammed it hard on the counter repeatedly leaving him disoriented.The cadet dragged him outside the bar and into an alley close by. Nigsky called
They townsfolk were in a frenzy today and as usual, he was at the very center of it. Grown men and women, the elderly and even the little children who play around,they gathered around him at the very heart of the local market agitated and enraged hurling the usual insults and curses,"DIE YOU FREAK!!!""MONSTER!!!" "DEMON!!!"Of course he didn't seem to care though, nothing he hadn't heard before. Someone from the crowd sent a stone flying in his direction knocking him down with a direct hit to his forehead,he didn't even let out a cry of pain and he didn't bother to get back up,he knew no one was going to save him,no one wanted him and that's how it's always been ever since he was just an infant.It all started seven years ago,the Goldenfire family,the oldest and one of the most influential families in the history of Ephyre due to their level of control over the what is considered the wildest of all the primal forces, Fire. Their power and level of control over fire has granted them