"Hey girl, wake up....", "Are you awake yet?" Kyra kept hearing as she slowly came back to her senses. It was morning and her eyes were overly sensitive due to her long period of unconsciousness. As her vision went from blurry to clear she saw a blonde, handsome man. He was lean but quite chiseled and for some reason, he had a bandage around his ribcage and shoulder. She tried to move but all to no avail. Suddenly the events of last night began to come back to her. The Imperium Guard soldier...Oh no, why was she tied up? What did he do to her? What was he going to do to her?
"Mmmm...mmm....", she tried to say something but her mouth was gagged. "Are you talking to me or are you trying an incantation?" Sarsson removed the piece of clothing from her mouth allowing her to talk. "You dog!!! Why have you bound me?", "You're lucky I don't know any incantations or I'd have turned you into a damn worm" Kyra spat out. Before Smith could give one of his witty replies she continued "I hope you didn't defile me because if you did, I swear by Lunaris I'll.....", before she could finish Smith put the piece of cloth back in her mouth. "I doubt any man would want to lay with a woman as foul-mouthed as you, especially when she tried to kill him a couple of hours ago". Smith put his shirt back on and started to gather his things. If he could manage his broken rib and dislocated shoulder till he met a healer in Tartum he'd be okay. The majority of his supplies had been on his horse when she got spooked and ran away. Now he was left with the clothes on his back, 3 pieces of gold, and some dry beef jerky which the women of Lerdia gifted him. After gathering his belongings, he was about to leave and venture into the woods when Kyra blurted out "You're just going to leave me here to die of starvation or be devoured by wild animals?", "So much for being a changed person". "Sarsson cool as a cucumber replied "I'm not freeing you before you try to kill me again ", "Besides where are you from and where to?" "I'm from a village close to the eastern border, about 12 day's journey on foot from here", "I'm on a quest to find and kill the man that took everything from me," said Kyra. "And the man is around these woods?" asked a puzzled Smith because there weren't any settlements for miles of here until you got to at least the southern end of the Slarap woods. "He is at Tartum...", answered Kyra. "Well, I was on my way there myself, I would have you join me but a broken rib, dislocated shoulder, and lost horse have forced me to decide otherwise....". "I swear, you better not untie me from here or I'll hurt you so bad...." Kyra said but before she could finish, Sarsson cut in, "Fine, I'll leave you here then, your hands are tied up and you can't make any hand gestures to use your magic, and you'll make a great meal for a hungry bear or wolf pack..." Kyra thought about his words for a moment and he was right. "Alright, untie me and I won't hurt you...", "I promise...". Sarsson dropped his pack and in about five minutes he had untied her from the tree. He cut her binds and watched as she rubbed her chafed skin. For a foul-mouthed maniac, she was quite beautiful. She had dark brown skin and lush black hair. Her amber eyes gave the impression of fire in her soul. "What are you staring at?" Kyra inquired, "Waiting for you to finish grooming yourself so we can go to Tartum together...", replied Sarsson. "Heh, I'm not going anywhere with the likes of you!!" Kyra said walking away. "You're walking in the wrong direction...." Sarsson yelled after she was some distance away. "Whatever!!!", she yelled back. "Look I know the path to the edge of the Slarap woods, where you're going you'll get mauled by bears before you can say 'Jack'...". She thought about it for a bit. He was right, there was no definite path through these dense woods and she would most certainly get lost so she agreed to follow him. They would separate when they got to Tartum. "How long till we get to Tartum? asked the mage, "Well if we were on horseback it would take us about four days but now that we're on foot, special thanks to you..." he paused and gave her a sarcastic look, "...we'd be there in a minimum of 7 days". "7 days?! 7 days with you would kill me" Kyra shot back at him. "Well I'm a dead man walking even now..." Smith muttered absentmindedly. She went on to tell him how they would sleep apart from each other and how she would kill him if he ever dared touch her. "Well you must really want to sleep with me if that's all you think about, and mind you, we need to be well fed and hydrated to proceed...", "....we have little food supply, very little drinking water, and physically, I'm half the man I was before you stormed into my life last night in a blaze of glory...." Sarsson said rather calmly. He continued, "....if you want to stay alive and make it to Tartum without getting eaten alive by wild beasts I suggest you shut it and walk", "....and you better not think of doing anything rash while at it cuz I'm your only hope out of these woods", he continued. Kyra fell silent and kept walking. They walked until nightfall and eventually got to a clearing where they could set up camp. After they set up camp, they both sat around the pile of wood they had gathered. Sarsson looked intently at Kyra, who looked up and pouted. "What? You're still mad about the scolding earlier in the day?" Sarsson sarcastically questioned her. "....", no reply. "I mean ....", said Smith looking at the pile of wood then back up at her,".....don't you want to at least get to Tartum to do whatever the heck it is you want to do before freezing to death out in the woods?" "You would start a fire if I wasn't here wouldn't you?" questioned Kyra absentmindedly. "Yeah, if both my shoulders were in place..." Smith said gesticulating towards his bandaged shoulder. "Look, I can't, okay?", "I suck at channeling my magic and I've never really studied magecraft," said Kyra a little embarrassed. Smith was surprised at how the immense power he experienced the previous night was raw and unrefined. She continued, "I can't control my magic and I might end up starting a forest fire so I better not...", she rolled up her collar and caught her knee feeling defeated. Sarsson threw two big smooth pebbles at her feet which he'd picked up along the way. "Strike them together over some dry leaves," said Smith as his breath froze and turned foggy. Soon Kyra started the fire and there was warmth. They ate some of the dried beef and as the night wore on, Smith out of the blues asked "How did you identify me as an Imperium Guard soldier?", "The Imperium Guard emblem on your neck, the sword...". Smith paused for a moment then said "Takes me way back to when I raised my sword at innocents because of the selfish ambitions of a few", "Never again...". Kyra looked up at the man opposite her and wondered if there really were good people like him in the corrupt system. --------------------------------------------------- While the duo were asleep, a low growl could be heard from a short distance. Sarsson was asleep when suddenly he opened his eyes and soon gained full realization of his surroundings. He looked around and in the surrounding darkness, he saw golden eyes that glistened in the moonlight, a wolf. Slowly it crept towards them and as Sarsson moved to wake Kyra up, the wolf gave a loud guttural howl and other wolves began to emerge from the darkness. By now Kyra had woken up and the wolves pounced upon her sensing her to be the weaker target due to her smaller size. Sarsson thought fast and took a piece of wood from the fire and struck at the wolves who were trying to eat Kyra. He waved it at the others as they growled and barked. Kyra conjured up ice magic and sent spikes at several wolves injuring them. The wolves numbered about a dozen and a half and killing some didn't prevent them from charging again. They came at the duo again and again and by the time morning came, an exhausted Smith and Kyra were surrounded by the carcasses of several wolves and drenched in wolf blood. "This is just the damn first day..." Kyra said, "I sure hope we've killed the entire wolf population of these woods...", Smith replied as he got up and helped Kyra up. "...it's still a long way to Tartum, we better get going", he continued and they continued their journey silently aware of the fact that it would be a perilous one.Magic is the bedrock of the world of Tempora and is present in every living being be they plant or animal. Only mages however can harness this magic and use it to their advantage. The magic system in Tempora allows the users to use an array of magic archetypes with the main ones being fire magic, water magic, wind magic, earth magic, and nature magic. These five types of magic and be intricately combined to create several other things. These intricacies are very important and thus incantations are required to achieve them. For example, a mage can conjure a piece of glass by combining fire and earth magic and saying an incantation. A mage can conjure mead by combining water, wind and nature magic to the right proportions. This involves a lot of magic control and a mage must have gone through some rigorous magic training to be able to easily achieve this. THERE ARE TWO FORMS OF MAGIC: - Combat magic - Non-combat magic Combat magic is the use of magic to fight and defend onese
It had been four days and the duo of Kyra and Smith had yet to encounter another traveler, not even Guards or lumberjacks, and certainly not bandits. Their food and water supply was more or less exhausted because they were two now, Kyra being the extra mouth to feed. If it were only Sarsson, he would have managed his supplies till he got to Tartum but now they had to find at least a water source. The gentle forest breeze blew on the duo as it carried the scents of fresh and decayed leaves rolled together in one and the smell reminded them of the circle of life. They had eaten the last of Smith's dried beef the night before and the Smith came to the realization that Kyra hadn't packed any supplies, not even a dagger to kill game with. How did this foolish girl want to undertake a journey of almost a week with just the clothes on her back? In fact he was going to ask her. "So now that we've exhausted my food and water what are we going to live on for the remaining half of the way?" S
Tartum was a very nuanced town. One of the few places in Seppora where it seemed like the rich and poor ate from the same table. The townspeople were always a bustling bunch and even under curfew the nightlights of most homes were still on and singing could be heard from the rambunctious bunches that spent their days wages swallowing kegs of frothy mead and cheap diluted wine in taverns. The curfew was as a result of the consular order from the Imperium and the bounty placed on Smith's head. While Kyra and Smith had been making their slow crossing through the Slarap woods, the Imperium had issued a desertion order for him to be caught dead or alive. Neither Smith nor Kyra had been aware of this order although Smith knew in the back of his head that it would come. He was in Tartum now receiving treatment as he thought about his next course of action whether to go into hiding or go underground. Meanwhile… After paying for the inn she decided to go downstairs to the Golden Inn's taver
THE CASTLE OF THE 7 SEATS, ELWYRM… The 7 Houses of the Imperium sat in fellowship on the roundtable. The roundtable was in the center of the great hall of the palace where the meeting of the Imperium held. It was surrounded by seven golden stools which was said to have been cast from the melted throne of the last king. The council sat regularly to discuss matters of state as well as political matters. On the roundtable around which sat 7 nobles from the 7 Great Houses of the Imperium, there was a giant map of the realm of Seppora carved into the solid mahogany wood and painted showing the different towns, cities, lakes, rivers, forests and mountain ranges of Seppora. The 7 house of the Imperium are: the Castors, a family of warriors headed by Lord Bjorn Castor, The Lyrons, artisans and craftsmen headed by Lord Eric Lyron; The Freyons, an elven family who intermingled with humans and settled and lived among the people of Seppora and fought alongside some noble families during the Gr
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On the night he deserted, Sarsson decided he was going to go first to Lerdia and warn their lord and his people about the incoming chaos. He mounts his personal steed and rode towards the south of the realm where Lerdia was located. After riding for a couple of hours he finally got to the village. He was confronted by the men who stood sentry at the walls which were mostly made of wood. "State your business!!!" they yelled at him. He unmounts walks to the walls and replies "I want to see Aldo Belfour", "Our Lord isn't expecting any guests, especially not at this hour". "It's important, you have to let me see him, it's for your own good" Sarsson says. "Identify yourself and give us the message so we may relay it to him" replies the guard. "My name is Smith Sarsson, the sword of the Imperium". Smith hears a crossbow get loaded and he quickly raises his hands in surrender. "I am here to help you and your villagers, please grant me an audience with Belfour". "Have you been sent to harras
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