By the second day of our tour of Aon, we had toured much of the outer layer of the city which boasted exotic places such as the Garden of Life, whose plants were seemingly moving by themselves, giving the expression that everything in the garden was living, breathing, and thinking. However, we had to cut our tour short because, for some reason, the largest plant in the garden attempted to attack us.
We quickly escaped and let the guards handle the problem. I was sure it was trying to attack everyone in the vicinity and not just us. I mean, for what reason would a holy plant attack us?
The Great Holy City of Aon hosted many types of people ranging from humans to elves, from fairies to lycans, and from beggars to nobles. It was a truly cosmopolitan city. I wondered if all the cities in this world were like this. I like being optimistic, at the very least.
Throughout our tour, we learned many things about Aon, its religion, and its culture. From what I gathered from the priests and the horseman who guided us here, Aon was founded by a saint who killed a demon lord. However, there were no records of the city ever being built. The priests all claimed that the city was gifted to the saint by the Lords in the Heavens.
Speaking of all those gibberish terms, the people of Aon and all surrounding nations believed in the Path of Life. A religion that encompasses that a Goddess gave life and death and that the Demon Gods were envious and cast the curse of undeath upon everyone. Thus it is the duty of the knights that vowed fealty to her, named the Lords in the Heavens and their vassals, the mortal men, to fight the undead wherever and those who do not follow the Path were followers of the Demon Gods.
Pretty typical things. But they do say that as the Goddess guides the lost souls from life to death, the Demon Gods attempt to take them between the process, causing them to be lost. Sounds very superstitious, but that at least gave a sort of reason why the undead roam. It could also explain how I got my powers. I began to ponder whether I should convert to gain answers.
“Hey, Uno. Do you think I should convert to the Path?” I consulted Uno as my group and I once again toured Aon.
“Boss, has the holiness of the city fried whatever remained of your imaginary brain? An undead following a religion whose sole reason for existence is purging the undead?” Uno chastised me.
“Ah ha...yeah...I guess you’re right. Sorry, I was just wondering if it could give reasons why I’m like this…” I apologized.
“Don’t worry, Boss. We’re also sticking around to help you. Why do you think we’ve put up with you for the past thousand years? Some of the boys are even using this chance to go around the world to find answers themselves.” Uno patted my back. “Heck, even Rookie’s probably taking his PhD just for you, Boss!”
“You guys....” I was about to tear up but then the priest touring us around announced to us.
“Fellow pilgrims! We have at last arrived at the holiest site of the entire continent!” The monk rejoiced.
As mentioned by the guard who guided us to Aon, we went to the Great Cathedral to pay a visit. The cathedral was a large building, with its arched gate showing statues of angels trying to usher the pilgrims inside the cathedral. The place was packed with people. Pilgrims were trying to kiss the statues, the guards trying to stop them from doing so and merchants selling small statuettes so the pilgrims could kiss on those instead.
“This is the Great Cathedral of Aon! No undead has ever set foot on this place! It was said that even a Demon Lord was immediately destroyed just seeing the Cathedral!”
My group went ‘Ooooh!’ and ‘Aaaah!’ at the description the monk was giving. We started taking pictures of the place and my lieutenants were jotting down notes. I felt like we weren’t supposed to be here, but I couldn’t put my finger on the reason why. Even though Uno was wearing a thick black winged helmet, I could feel like he was facepalming hard inside. Why’s that? Weird fellow.
We got into the large halls with the walls lined with paintings and murals, each depicting a fierce battle with one thing or another. Under each mural was a coffin, displaying a body of a figurehead or a saint. Many pilgrims were frantically trying to get a touch of any coffin but were mostly repulsed by the vigilant guards.
Luckily for us, we could remember this memory by snapping a picture and enjoying the scenery for later! As I looked closer at the paintings, I could slowly feel myself immersed, that I was a hero striking down the forces of Dark and courageously holding back the demons under extremely unfair circumstances.
In my imagination, I was a manly muscled skeleton riding with long silky silver hair down the battlefield, the forces of Good cheering me on, screaming my name over and over again.
“Boss...Boss,” Uno shook me up back into reality. “Boss, you’re drooling.”
“Don’t be silly, Uno. I can’t drool! I’m an unde-…” Before I could finish Uno hit my mask with his gauntlet.
“Look over there, Boss. I smell trouble.” Uno pointed at a group of people.
The pilgrims were making way for them and the group of people were more armored than the guards of the city. At the head of them was a black-haired woman with silver armor. Her presence silenced the crowd and only her group’s boots made noise. Whispers were being made about, the crowd was in awe at the sight of a hero walking in the flesh.
I tapped the priest guiding us, “Sorry to be a bit uninformed, but could you tell me who is that?”
“You don’t know Lady Adrianna, Hero of the Path? Well, let me tell you...” The priest blabbered about her achievements and things I probably heard already. I questioned why she was in the building.
“She must be meeting with the Grand Cardinal, the holiest figure of the Path. Something really big must have happened,” The priest whispered to me.
Something really big? I turned to Uno to hear his output of the situation.
“Boss? You’re asking me? It could be because of us, you know?” Sarjay just shrugged. We continued to watch the group in silence until they eventually disappeared from sight.
The pilgrims went back to their businesses and life went back to normal. For some reason, I let out a deep breath. This day was just exhausting! From the touring, of course.
“You all must be tired, come. All pilgrims should at least experience the feeling of the waters of Aon.” The priest led us to a large section of the cathedral which would appear to be bathrooms.
The priest further boasted that the waters were even used to purify the unholy Three Liches which attacked Aon many decades ago. They gave us a private room as per tradition to enjoy the water.
“Why does this water feel familiar?” My chef commented as she inspected the water.
“Well, Boss. We shouldn-” I didn’t let Uno finish as I jumped into the waters. Steam started to come out and I felt a relaxing sensation as I let out a sigh. My other lieutenants joined in as they stripped their gear and enjoyed the hot spring. Uno gave up and joined us after seeing us enjoying ourselves.
“This place is just wonderful, I hope the rest of the world is just as wonderful.” I sighed. The rest of my companions nodded as they poured more hot water upon themselves.
“Yeah, it seemed to be an unexpectedly uneventful tour.” Uno scratched his metal skull.
“You’re just a worry wart,” One of my companions commented. I agreed and we all shared good laughs as we shared our photo gems to review our pictures.
I bowed before the Grand Cardinal Lexicas II, and tapped my chest above the heart. This act of prayer was said to symbolize Saint Geraldine tapping his chest every so and often, checking his beating heart, and begging for forgiveness from the Goddess as it is said that as long as you are alive, you still have not finished your task given by the Goddess.Similarly, I was praying for forgiveness as forces of Dark had intruded into the Holy City itself without us noticing, especially since I was the Head of Guards. The very Inquisitor group that should stand guard every day and night, watching every shadow and crack. And yet, we had failed in our holy task.“This is indeed...very troubling,” Lexicas II said as he inspected the coin. His delicate and frail hands moved about the coin, absorbing every detail of the piece of metal. Though old, Lexicas II was still wise, logical, and very devoted.The coin which he held was an ancient coin of significant history. Only the highest of the high
My mind hadn’t felt this relaxed since a thousand years ago. I stretched my bony body as I put on my clothes once more. I got out of the large bathroom and complimented the monks on their hot spring.“Hot spring? The bath springs of Aon are known to be really cold...why is there steam coming out of the bathroom you just got out of?”My companions and I ignored the ramblings of the priests as we left to tour more around. It had been a few days since we left the stronghold, but we’ve already felt like it’s been a year.Although our bodies didn’t tire, we still enjoyed the mortal pleasures of enjoying a comfy bed and lying around, not doing anything for a while, every so and often.“Should we enjoy some fresh beds in a tavern?” I asked my companions. The group agreed in unison so we decided to head to the market district of Aon.Although not as busy as the Great Cathedral, the market district still boasted a great number of people. As the types of shops varied, from simple food shops to
“Hold on, we’re not here to preach or something. We’re here to find good weapons and armor. We have money to pay, I think,” I explained.“Is that so? Then come in and browse, I’ll just be at my forge. My shop specializes in taking in requests that’s why my door wasn’t open.”We entered the building and saw a typical shop with a large door going to a forge. There were tables lined with high-quality weapons and armor on display cases at the front of the shop. There were some various armors on stands with intricate poses. Beyond the door was a workshop containing a large forge and tools.The little girl went to her forge and started smithing as we browsed through her displays. I picked up a sword from a case and examined it. Compared to the old sword, this weapon was very sharp and well-balanced and it was overall sturdy. I could also feel a hint of enchantment, giving the sword a magical property. It was also blessed by some kind of force that I’m not familiar with.“This sword...other
I clenched the dagger that I held tightly. It was found by one of the Inquisitors in our search. The dagger had the mark of the beacon of Aon, it’s metal was of high-quality mithril. Its clean blade suggested that someone had maintained it meticulously daily. The sheath was covered with leather of unknown origins, but its hardness suggests that it came from a very strong beast.“With this, it means the forces of Dark had even penetrated the Great Cathedral…” an Inquisitor said with shame.“How did they manage to get past without us noticing? We should have detected their essence of death,” Another one cried.“The only explanation is that they’re not even the undead or a demon. Start searching for more clues,” I ordered the Inquisitors. They bowed before disappearing into the shadows again.There were signs of the owner of the coins everywhere. From the Great Cathedral to the market district. What was his agenda? What does he achieve by leaving trails for us to follow? Was he mocking u
“Hmmm…” I hummed to myself, echoing in the dry, stale room. My fingers tapped onto the arms of my throne. I looked over my bony hand. Literally, bony. With no flesh within sight on my hand, it was a wonder how one could even move it. I moved my eye onto my palm; a slightly luminescent metal lay there. Though long decayed, my body had parts of it plated with an ancient metal whose name was even forgotten in the annals of history.The room in which I sat was dark and decaying. The walls, once smooth and decorated, now lay scratched and falling. Cobwebs were common among the furniture as tables and chairs lay around disorganized.Even with the apparent lack of a nose, I still had a sense of smell, just as I could perceive sight without eyes. The room smelled an unmistakable stench of decay. I was probably used to the smell or didn’t notice it until now. Either way, the lack of ventilation in the general area was part of the blame.Amidst my thoughts, I could hear light stomping and metal
“Boss, Boss, Boss. We should rethink this.” Uno was trying to keep pace as I rushed through the stronghold. I went around the place, supervising my companions in packing and gathering luggage.“What should we rethink about this? We’ve been here for a thousand years! Nothing is keeping us in here anyway. In the first place, the only reason we stayed here is because we didn’t know what would happen if we had this power for long.” I shrugged Uno off. I stepped into the treasury room and watched the mindless minions gather chests of gold at the stronghold’s entrance.“You may have a point, but we don’t know what’s out there! Although no one has attacked us for a long time, people would, without a doubt, still hate the undead! Which, by sheer coincidence, we are!” UNo was trying to stop me, but I was insistent.“Yes, yes. The risk. But life is a gamble!” I chuckled as I helped one of my companions carry a chest. It was the master chef of the stronghold; though she was skilled in knife work
After a few days of walking, we eventually stumbled upon the road Uno was discussing. Although he called it a road, it was more of a dirt path. This road was probably used frequently in the past and was now deserted.We started following a direction as suggested by Uno since it would inevitably lead us to a city. I got excited as I started seeing more animals and different types of trees around. The forest surrounding the mountain stronghold didn’t have many animals because of, obviously, the large presence of undead.But as we move further from the stronghold, life reappears. We had not seen any animals for at least a few centuries, so we enjoyed the scenery more than we thought. However, the master chef in my group was thinking something else since she hadn’t gotten fresh ingredients for a long time.Although I sent countless numbers of scouts through the years we spent inside the stronghold, the information they could gather was limited. After all, most of the scouts were mindless
Just another day as a guard to the holiest place on the continent. Although the job is uneventful, it’s guaranteed to keep you and your family fed as long as you don’t screw up your job. Be nice to pilgrims, collect the entrance fee, and be done with the day.I lugged around a bag of coins towards the administrative office. I hated this part of the job. Every week, we choose a poor fellow to carry these heavy bags of coins to the office. What’s worse is that recently the wheelbarrow broke so we had to manually carry these up to the office itself as punishment for our tardiness.I slammed a bag down on the table of the administrator sweating. “This...this is one of the bags...I’ll have to come back again,” I panted.The lady who was standing by the window of the office room was clad in heavy, red-tinted silver armor. She was the Head of Guard of Aon, Lady Adrianna of Aon, so she was the one who punished us to carry the bag directly to her. Tsk. Damned Inquisitors. They’re so hot-headed