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01/10/20 Mysterious creatures have appeared throughout the Kingdom
05/16/18 The Spring Magic Knigts Exam has came to an end!
05/16/18 Patch 2.5 has dropped!
08/01/18 The 4 year Time Skip has occured. New rules and regulations as well as events have all been put into place.
09/21/18 The Royal Knight Exams have begun
10/01/18 The 2018 Fall Harvest Festival will begin
10/19/18 The Fall Magic Knight Exams will begin
11/15/18 The Harvest Festival and Royal Knight Exams both end
11/12/18 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
12/05/18 The Yule Time Festivus has brought many events throughout the Kingdom!
02/15/19 The Grimoire Ceremony is starting all around the country.
04/08/19 The Magic Knight Exams have begun
05/20/19 The Magic Knight Exams have ended
06/01/19 The Diamond Kingdom has started thier invasion on Clover, hoping to end the war!
09/30/19 The War with Diamond has ended!
10/01/19 One Year Timeskip
So that is why I am here, at this fucking populated place, near two squads I don't want anything to do with...and a handler because I am still considered a junior. Life has grabbed me by the balls and looks like it ain't letting go anytime soon." Galben said, speaking to the skull of a recently deceased bandit whose bones had been picked clean. Yeah, Galben was fucking wrong in the head, too many screws loose, and here he found himself partnered with Aesir. It did not take them long to get there, they just wanted to make sure that they moved by moonlight and stayed away from the public eye.
"So what's the deal with this dungeon, I haven't traveled too far outside the mountains as it is, but I heard this place was run by TWO Magic Knight Squads...fuck this, is there maybe another way in...or just try to go in at night." He said as he turned to look at Aesir, waiting for an answer. If he did not get answered he would just wave it off and then proceed to cover himself in his cloak and hide away from the light as best as he could, he did not want any sort of attention.
It was a strange feeling for Aesir, being part of something for the first time since he had lost everything and left his home land. While he couldn’t say he like all of them, or any of them for that matter, Aesir had found some contemporaries whose goals somewhat aligned with his. Their first port of call was something that had been on the imitation mages agenda for awhile now but had been put off more times than he’d like to think about, raising their strength. While not moving around in big groups to avoid suspicion, Aesir had been paired up with a very crude man name Galban, the truth be told, he thought less about this particular man than the rest as his strength was questionable. Aesir’s own power was lacking but he had no choice but to accept that and get stronger, his allies though, he would have preferred it if they had all come battle ready like that old man Nathanial and Tetsuya himself. Still, it was out of his control and while he was building his own strength, helping another raise their might not have been too bad.
Setting off for the mountains of Narin was a very nostalgic feeling for Aesir and signalled the start of his own down fall, failing inside this dungeon and barely escaping alive, his injuries kill all momentum he had going in pursuit of his revenge. Returning felt good, like he was exorcising the ghosts of his past. The only problem, his company. Galban had made a point of talking to the skull of some unknown person to Aesir rather than Aesir himself. While he didn’t mind too much if the two didn’t talk, the fact his partner on this trip chose to talk to a skull instead annoyed him to no end, luckily the snowy mountains filled the air with enough noise from the high winds that there was no real silences that needed filling with idle chit chat. Upon reaching the summit, the same tents that were sent up five years ago only a lot worse for wear. Galban mentioned to wait for night fall, entering the dungeon without notice of the magic knights. Aesir pondered the sentiment but rejected the idea in his head, remembering back to when the dungeon was first opened. It was made clear by the Wizard King himself that the dungeon was open to all that care to enter, so long as they knew the risks. With other dungeons now popping up all over and without the parade of people trying to enter, it seemed like the two could enter inside with ease. ”We should be fine to enter without hiding ourselves, just don’t lose your shit.” Walking off towards the entrance, Aesir didn’t bother to see if Galban had followed him, instead looking towards the other magic knights in the area. His approach only cause one or two gazes but nothing of note and once getting to the entrance, a half awake knight give him a slight glance and letting him enter.
The temperature inside the dungeon fell as the dim lights of the rocks that hung from the ceiling let Aesir peer through the darkness if only ever so slightly. In the distance the similar image of the silhouettes of the lizards could be seen scurrying around causing Aesir’s rage to build from his memories of his lose to the lizards previously, his grimoire opening up in front of him. ”Fire Magic: Fire Embodiment!” The imitation mages body lit up on fire as he held out his hand towards the lizards, a fire ball leaving from his finger tips and exploding on the ground as the lizards scattered from the attack.
It seemed as though Aesir was having none of his shit it seemed on this run, and his antics have been sure to make him feel unwanted even more as he talked to the skull. So when the time came, Galben threw away the skull before hefting his pack back onto his back as the two of them made their way up the mountains and into the dungeon slowly but surely. Once inside he had to marvel at least a little bit on the foundation and how the two magic knight squads had set up shop here. It was a legitimate business that was probably all self-funded due to exploring and the like.
The dungeon on the inside looked magnificent, and as the darkness slowly crept over the pair as they walked into the area it was almost soothing for Galben. He had been born in darkness, used the darkness as a way to get around. He used it to hunt and escape from being hunted, and finally...he used it to help calm himself in times of trouble. So when the fire came suddenly as Aesir launched an offensive against an opponent that he could not see it almost startled him as he thought back to when the fire created the man who he was today.
As the fireball launched from Aesir's hand and splashed down on whatever he was attacking he could hear the skin of something crackle and pop before fizzling out as the fire illuminated the creatures hiding in the dark. He seemed to scorch one in a lucky first strike, but now there were two just staring back at them as they began to make their move Galben also did not hesitate as his grimoire shot up slightly behind him he extended his arm as the inky, thick tar began to move over his grimoire like a secondary defense before he bellowed out. "Tar Magic: Tar Cannon!" as the grimoire itself moved from behind Galben and with a snap of his fingers the shot would release the boiling hot substance as it would fly out towards one of the lizards, one of the cavern lizards as it would begin to scream out in bloody murder as it began to burn just like the one before it did.
"Guess it is time to get to work eh old man?" He would smile over at Aesir as he knew not to take this battle lightly.
Aesir’s fire ball had managed to hit a single one of the lizards while the other two scurried around the cave. ”Tsk!” Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Aesir sounded out his annoyance at missing his chance to strike, taking out multiple lizards. Still, one was enough and despite Galben’s reservations about entering the dungeon, he was quickly into the swing of things as he shot off a dark liquid that caused it’s target to burn under the power of the attack. ”Hmm. Tar magic? Curious.” Aesir spoke to himself as he contemplated stealing the man’s spells but decided against it for now, wondering if he had some stronger spells in reserve. The crude man seemed to be awakened by the outbreak of a fight, almost seeming playful in his nature calling Aesir an old man as he suggested they got to work. Not sharing the same excitement as his partner, Aesir simply brushed the comment off. ”Seems you can at least handle yourself. Get cocky though, and you will pay the price in here.” The imitation mage’s eyebrows furrowed as the memories of him being beat down flooded back into his mind. The flames surrounding his body began to flow and build up in his hand as another fireball formed, this time directed at the ceiling of the dungeon, the glowing stalagmites falling down to the ground and on top of the remaining lizard. The scaly bastard doing it’s best to avoid the sharp rocks had it’s eye’s to the sky. Taking advantage of the distraction, Aesir ran across the room, the noise of the roaring flames around his body and his heavy footsteps alerted the lizard to his approach but it was too late. AS the lizard turned, Aesir led with a kick, while dealing negligible damage, it was enough force to send the creature back and against one of the glowing stalagmires that had been impaled in to the ground. The lizard hissed at Aesir, pissed at him for his attacks, poising flying from its mouth, landing against his flaming body without effect. Reaching out with his hand, Aesir forcibly closed it’s mouth in his hand. ”Die!” He called out as another fireball formed, exploding straight away on the lizards face, it body becoming limp and falling as the imitation mage let go of its mouth.
Kicking the Lizard over, Aesir made a final inspection to ensure the vermin was really dead before walking back to the middle of the room and to Galben. ”These aren’t the ones we need to look out for, there are bigger and stronger versions. Be careful once we meet them. Come on.” The dim lights given off from the magical rocks that dotted around the dungeon gave the two of them minimal light but Aesir’s flame armour ensured that their path would always be illuminated as he walked through a small and dark path. The tunnel was monotonous, smooth black walls and a steady incline it evntually opened up into the second room of the dungeon. More lizards occupied the room, but this time it wasn’t so opened planned as the last. A strangle water was pooled in the centre of the room as well as the sides, giving off a slight green glow very similar to the magical rocks that hung from the ceiling. Glancing into the water as they entered, it was clear to tell that it was much thicker than most liquids and seemed bottomless, more worrying than the liquid though, the dungeon’s layout had changed from his first venture inside. He’d heard talk about it having such properties when he was first waiting around the encampment when awaiting partners. Back then he simply put the stories down to weak magic knights coming up with excuses for not completing the dungeon. In retrospect though, perhaps Aesir might have faired better had he not overestimated his own ability and underestimated the power of a dungeon, even one known as a ’training dungeon’. ”I’d stay away from the water. Something tells me you won’t return from its icy embrace.” The lizards had noticed the duo’s entrance of the second dungeon room. Scurrying along the walls with ease, jumping to the floor, none approaching them directly, instead watching the both of them carefully while remaining on the move. One jumped into the water that pooled in the middle of the floor, emerging from the side, jumping out for a second, spitting a purple liquid at the duo before dropping back down into the water.
Watching the old man do his work was amazing, his power and control allowed him to dispatch the lizards without much effort, the stalagmites and rock fall were annoying, but he was able to mostly dodge out of the way due to paying attention. He gave him a warning about the lizards, claiming that these are annoying, but that the ones they needed to hunt down were still deeper in the dungeon.
"I-I understand, I will make sure to conserve my power where I can and take them out without delay. Thank you for the instruction." He said calmly, a little off the course for how Galben normally talked to him so far. "I will keep my ego in check as well, did not think I was coming off as cocky." He finished with a laugh as he followed Aesir through the corridors, bringing an old memory back from his past.
At the border, he followed a man that he considered to be a fucking superhuman in how he handled himself. As a spy he made no mistakes, he was silent, and he knew how to blend in. As a fighter, he killed without mercy and with a precision that made even the sharpest of spell slingers green with envy. There was one thing that led to his capture, it was this man; He was also a double agent that had gotten in so deep that he was faced with a difficult choice. In the end, he chose the Diamond and we were captured, the man that Galben had trained under, and even idolized...it made him forget about his family for a time...it was all fake, and it put a fire in him that still burned even in that cave.
Back to the cave, he continued along the path as they came upon a stream that had an eerie green glow to it, and of course, Aesir had a warning for it as well. Galben knew that the place that they were in was deadly, but it was also a dungeon used to train magic knights to become better suited for combat situations. He stuck close to the light and watched his steps as he waited for a time to strike.
"So Aesir...what, why...I mean I remember the meeting and all, but be level with me here. Do you think I am just going to slow the group down, I know you came here to get stronger but were paired with me. Don't get me wrong, I do not still have full trust in you, but if I am a burden...I will get stronger or I will die trying to do so." He asked him now that his own personal barrier was down and he was speaking to him not as a smart ass, but as another human. Aesir had some harsh words, but truthful words nonetheless in the cave.
He did not want to get stronger to impress the man, but he wanted to show that he was not useless to the cause, his previous disposition on only being with the group to get his revenge right now was secondary. If he was not strong enough he was going to grasp at every fucking straw and claw his way to the top.
It seemed as though everyone had multiple faces to show, even smartasses like Galben. Instead of giving a cocky answer, a standard response Aesir had come accustomed to in their short time knowing each other, the man took on board Aesir’s warning with the utmost seriousness. It wasn’t perfect, adding in a little laugh at the end of his comments but the imitation mage was more than okay letting things lay the way they were. He’d took on the warning in, not letting his ego take over and ending up coming to bite him in the ass further down the line as they delved even deeper into the dungeon.
As they walked through the corridor that led the first room to the second, Galben opened up once more. Perhaps the man was mistaking Aesir’s words of caution as a sign of friendship, regardless, Gelben let his feelings free, much to the annoyance of the Ranarian who simply wanted to get through the dungeon, killing every scaly bastard he came across. Asking if he was going to slow the group down and of he was a burden, Aesir was never going to pull any punches, letting out a sigh before talking. ”I have no intentions of babysitting anyone. If you can’t hold your own in a place like this then you may as well give up on any ambitions you hold. Your strength at it’s current level isn’t anywhere near what is needed to complete the plans of Tetsuya but don’t get it mistaken, not even Tetsuya holds that strength. While not ideal, it appears as though only Nathanial and Tetsuya are close to the strength needed to fight the Order, even I am further away from their level than I’d care to admit. Weak or not, it’s not important right now. Get stronger and as fast as you can, no one will patiently wait around for you to catch up.” Aesir was about to add more to what he was saying but was interrupted by the lizard emerging from the pool, spiting a poisonous liquid at him. So long as he had the flame cowl up, Aesir was well protected, the liquid hitting him before fizzling out on the flames. Looking at the purple mist fade into nothingness, Aesir looked back to Galben. ”As I said, no one is gonna wait for you to catch up.”
Running off, Aesir head straight for the centre of the room where the two remaining lizards scurried about, trying their best to avoid him. The third lizard periodically emerged from the water in different places, firing off a pot shot of its poison in the direction of Aesir or Galben, depending on which of the two were closer. Aesir’s grimoire opened up on it’s first page, shining a greyish light. ”Iron Magic: Svero!” From the pages emerged a handle of cast iron which he grabbed, pulling out a sword to use, knowing that he couldn’t effortlessly throw out an innumerable amount of fireballs. Raising the sword above his head, Aesir brought it down without his right hand, clashing against the arm of a Lizard that pushed back upon contact. While it had deflected the attack, it was clear from it’s scales that damage had been done, though not much to talk about. As he went for the follow up attack, Aesir was thrown to the floor, the second lizard clawing against his back, his flame embodiment keeping him safe but not without him losing the spell, leaving him undefended and on the floor as the two lizards, looked to team up on him.
Aesir's words rang true, the amount of time they had no spent together was indeed short, but he felt he understood the man a little more than what he was led to believe. Aesir was a strong man that had his own troubles as well as having learned from his own past experiences he now was putting everything to use. He would not fail to get stronger, here in this dungeon he would forge himself anew and become a mighty hammer to which can smash down the walls of his enemies.
The next battle moved in a similar way to the first, dodging and striking out against their lizard foes as they attacked. Again, Aesir took the charge and managed to deflect the poison before pulling out an iron sword to strike against the lizard. There was a clash before the lizard pressed back and launched itself away before one of the other lizards jumped on Aesir's back, driving him to the ground in an attack. Galben was deeply angered by this, the damn beasts attacked in a pack and with the two being nearly surrounded, the alternative was to die there.
"I WON'T ACCEPT THIS DEATH HERE!" He yelled as he grabbed the lizard off of Aesir's back and flung the bastard to the ground before stomping on the thing's head as the two that were moving in leaped up and grabbed at Galben.
"I...REFUSE!" He yelled out again, trying desperately to fling the lizard's off of him. He knew he took a risk to take the lizard off of Aesir's back, the claws of the beasts dug into his flesh as they ripped his clothes. His grimoire was still alight as he had no more smart options left. "Tar Creation Magic! Tar Cannon!" He said as he felt the blast hit one of the lizards and launched it off of him and into the stream as he was left alone with the other now clawing at him to try to get to his throat.
Aesir had greatly underestimate his own growth and underestimated the damned lizards once again. While it was true they didn’t amount to much on their own, getting surrounded by them wasn’t the smartest move by the Ranarian. Still, unlike last time, Aesir had a companion who showed a great amount of compassion for his well being, the reaction was strange enough for Aesir to take notice even whilst trying to defend himself against the attacks of the lizards. Throwing himself wholeheartedly at the creatures, Galben shouted at the top of his lungs, wrestling with the creatures and giving the silver haired man enough time to stand to his feet, regain his bearings and take off again. A close quarters attack caused a blast that fired back the first lizard, its body falling into the abyss of the strange liquid on the edge of the cave but Galben wasn’t out of the woods yet, attracting the attention of the other lizard that remained on top of him. Pinned to the floor, the tar mage did all he could in his power to stop the lizard from ripping out his throat but Aesir would be sure that would not happen. Running to the lizard, Aesir thrust in his sword through the back of its skull with all he could but the blade only managed to penetrate it’s scaly hide, being stopped by the bone but it was enough for the creature to lash out, spinning its body and attempting to gut him in the proves.
Jumping backwards, the lizard was now facing Aesir ready to move towards him. ”Get your ass up Galben!” Aesir knew that he might have been worse for wear but it was something he could deal with later, for now they needed to survive and he wasn’t confident of doing it alone, especially as the third lizard had not reared it’s head out in a while. Grasping the handle of the blade tightly, Aesir stood on his toes, lowering his body slightly and turning it to give the lizard a smaller target, his feet shoulder length apart, ready to carry him in any direction at the drop of a hat. There was a tension in the air, a raw animalistic moment of two wills colliding together, two predators coming face to face, neither willing to back down. The first to blink would surely by the one to lose their life but Aesir had the intellect bestowed only upon mankind and that would be his green counterparts downfall. The Ranarian’s eye lids slowly began to drop and taking up the invitation without a second extended hand, the lizard dashed forwards, claws ready to sink into Aesir’s flesh and ripping his muscles straight from the bone. The moment his lids began to drop though, Aesir had already began his move, twisting his body in one fluid motion, extending his blade outwards towards the rapidly oncoming lizard, impaling it under the combined force of the two. The moment happened so quickly that in the time it took Aesir to blink, the lizard had travelled from a metre away, to just inches from his face, coughing up blood as the cold release of death washed over it’s body. Pushing the lizard back, he recovered his blade from it’s flesh, looking around for the third and final lizard.
The timing of Aesir could not have been more perfect, his words were harsh but rang true as he told Galben to get up. He did so without question or complaint as he watched Aesir dispatch the last one in their vision. They were now there side by side and awaiting the last one. This was an adventure worthy of waking his combat senses and making him realize his potential as a magician. Galben closed his eyes as he tried to sense the life or possibly the magical ability of the last foe. The sounds of combat had died and all that was left was the sound of water coursing through the cave and then about 2 meters away in their right direction a quick shuffle. He opened his eyes as he heard the quick movement towards their flank and then a jump and snarl behind them.
He turned quickly and reached out to grab the lizard as he managed to grasp his hand around the throat of the creature before using his weight to bear down in a dominant stance over the lizard. He began to bring his free hand down onto the snout of the beast, over and over in a savage beating as the creature tried to claw its way free of Galben’s fury. Galben took some deep scratches, but he did not let up until the creature was dead.
The area went quiet as he stood back up and tore a bit of his lower shirt off so he could wrap his arms up to stop the bleeding. Eventually, it stopped as he relaxed and soon began to flow like normal.
“This deed is done, shall we move deeper still or catch our breath Aesir?” He asked him, showing that he was submitting to his lead and with a low cough he began to breathe normally as he wiped the sweat off of his face, he looked like a murderer, coated in fresh and now older crusted, dried blood. He had a fire in his eyes, he was not done just yet.
Crude. It was the word that consistently found its way to the forefront of Aesir’s mind when it he watch Galben. Still, he wasn’t all bad, in fact, he was growing on the Ranarian, his dogged determination was admirable, if not a little stupid. In comparison to the wannabe magic knights he tagged along with last time in the dungeon, he was a much greater partner, not watching to hold hands and skip thought the lizard invested cave while signing camp songs. If he had learned anything from his last trip through the dungeon though, Aesir knew that the larger lizards were waiting in the next room. Inspecting himself, Aesir knew that he didn’t have any real wounds to worry about but he knew that was largely down to luck, and Galben. He shoulder’s were also lifting a dropping quite heavily from his breathing and an inspection of Galben was enough to let them know they weren’t yet ready. Though an inception of Galben was a bit a stretch, it only took a glance to see his injuries, ripping up his shirt to create make sift bandages for his cut up arms. They did little to help though, the material quickly soaking up the blood, darkening to it’s colour, the blood soaking through and slowly dripping to the floor and down his hands. A sigh leaving his lips, Aesir was annoyed at the concept of a break but wasn’t stupid enough to continue on and get them both killed. ”We’ll rest up here before the next room. Though things are slightly different this time, the third room led to the second floor of the dungeon but it was protected by the larger creatures I was talking about. In your state, we are ill prepared.” Walking to Galben, Aesir’s grimoire opened up and began to glow gold. ”Wood Magic: Arbor Medeor.”
The ground between Galben and Aesir began to rumble and crack slightly, a small sapling breaking through the surface, rapidly growing and twisting, leaves and branch sprouting from the growing trunk until it stood as tall as the cave would allow. Several branches from the tree would latch onto each of the mages, slowly healing them of their wounds and fatigue. The spell might have been slightly alarming to Galben at first but it wouldn’t bother Aesir too much as he simply took the opportunity to sit, resting against the tree as his energy accumulated one more. ”Let the plants do their work and once its done, we’ll move on.”
Galben could tell that Aesir was not pushing himself fully 100% which was fine considering his power level compared to his own. He did not even get a chance to protest Aesir’s statement to take a small break so that they could continue on with the dungeon. His spell that he used this time caught his eye, this man seemed to be able to use different elements of magic...it was odd, but for the time being he would not question the man as it was not his place to do so.
So without a word, he nodded to Aesir as he took a seat and began to let the mana heal him as he felt the sting of the wounds he had sustained begin to disappear and his strength returning to him slowly. Ten minutes passed and no lizards came looking for them which was something of a miracle in of itself as he took a breather. As soon as Aesir told him it was time to move though he would hop up and shrug off any remaining soreness, he was going to clear this floor of the dungeon and the entirety of it with this man and show that he was worthy to be in this group.
“Let’s get this shit over with, I need to get stronger, and I feel that going through this floor is going to do just that. I am in your debt Aesir.” He bowed to him, the determination showed on his face like a fire of a demon.
Aesir sat there in almost complete silence, arms folded and eyes closed, on the noise of their breathing and the periodic dripping from the cave walls disrupting the quietness. Controlling his breathing, deep breathes in and out, Aesir was concentrating on returning himself back to one hundred percent in both body and mind. There was a warmth spreading through the body of the two mages as the healing magic worked it’s way though their bodies slowly repairing them bit by bit. A mental image stuck in the mind of the Ranarian, of that larger lizard from all those years ago, sitting atop that rock. He’d gotten cocky, charging in head first at the bigger beast, completely ignoring its superior strength in comparison to the rest of the lizards. He knew he was stronger now though, the same thing wouldn’t happen again, but it wasn’t only that, he wasn’t so stupid and fool hardy anymore, he wouldn’t blindly charge in. Perhaps it would be a better idea to take care of the small fry first, he pondered to himself. As calmly as he tried to think about tactics, each time the image of the bigger creature came into his mind, Aeis’r rage began to build making all planning pointless as he knew his wrath would likely take over as soon as they entered the next room.
Aesir’s train of thought was lost by the noise of Galben finally breaking the silence, claiming to be ready to go and thanking him in the process. Opening his eyes, he stood to his feet, his grimoire closing returning to its home, signalling the tree too fade in the process as he stopped supplying mana to the spell. ”The real test of strength comes now. If you want to repay that debt, then survive through this next room and we’ll call it even.” Walking away from his companion, Aesir ventured though the hole in the wall that led to the next room, the number of strange glowing rocks steadily decreasing, their vision lessening by the second as the drew close to the final room of the floor.
As the path way opened up to the next room, the quantity and extreme nature of the stalagmites and stalactites grew exponentially, making it almost impossible to move around the room without climbing up and around the rocks. Much to their disadvantage though, the lizards didn’t seem to have the same problem, effortlessly scurrying from stalactite to stalactite like some sort of lizard-monkey hybrid. Looking through the forest like rocks though, Aesir spotted his target, once again sitting atop of a larger rock, acting as if it was somehow a much more important being than the rest of them. The rage reached boiling point within Aesir as his grimoire responded in kind, floating to life and opening up besides him.
Kicking off the ground, the imitation mage ran towards the larger lizard, jumping and holding on to the first stalagmite he came across before jumping off it towards the next, repeating the process gradually getting close to the slimy bastard. While the rocks initial kept him hidden, his rapid movement made a lot of noise and he was soon the target for the four regular lizards that were creeping around the ceiling of the room. Each of them reacting to the strange call of the larger lizard, began to pelt down streams of poison in the silver haired mages direction, purple rain falling upon him. His grimoire glowing a warm oranage, Aesir’s magic built up as he recited an incantation to protect himself. ”Fire Magic: Fire Embodiment!” Flames engulfed Aesir’s body, protecting him from the acidic rain that was pouring down upon him, inch by inch getting closer to the largest of the lizards.
Once he was within range of the large throne-like rock, the stalagmites dispersed given Aesir a little room to run before leaping through the air the lizard. The large creature stood tall and proud, responding in kind to the obvious challenge threw down by the Ranarian but the first move would go to him as he flew through the air, his legs wrapping around the creatures neck before his enflamed hand grasped on to it’s head tighty, mana building up before the fire ball exploded its face. The shockwave from the attack threw the two apart, Aesir making an three point landing and sliding backwards, watching closely as the bastard flew backwards, landing on its back and scrapping along the ground and hitting the wall. It was his best attack but it seemed to stand up, almost unaffected, the only sign of any damage was the scorch marks on its face that were still smoking.
Galben took the silence as a way to focus on cultivating his inner strength and mana into a solid sphere inside of his mind as he could feel his body already strengthened by the battles he had endured since entering the dungeon. The warmth of the healing magic caused him to experience the sensation of his wounds closing slowly, it was not super advanced healing magic, but it was enough to pique his interest. Aesir had demonstrated two separate types of magic now that had no real connection to each other and it was troubling that someone like him existed, but at least they were allies for now.
Once they were both standing and Aesir spoke about repayment, Galben simply nodded, he knew now to not talk so stupidly in front of his senior and even more, to respect his power. They climbed through the hole in the wall as they entered a small pathway that cleared into a large room with a rock formation that oddly enough, resembled a throne. Aesir took a look around before something caught his eye, causing him to speed off like a bat out of hell towards some foe.
Galben was left there alone to fend for himself as four of the cavern lizards began to encircle him as the loud explosion brought on by Aesir rocked the cavern. He did not complain, he had a debt to pay and so he got into a fighting stance just as the four lizards began to swarm after him. Once managed to jump onto him as Galben reacted as best as he could. He allowed himself to be pushed back before puffing out his chest and bringing his arms up in a double punch against the head of one of the small lizards as he felt bone crumble and a screech erupt from the now deceased lizard that leaped on him. The remaining three looked at their fallen brother before crying out as they came in clawing and roaring at Galben.
Galben was fierce now as well as he ran into the lizard pile that was rushing towards him, cuts along his face and stomach began to open up as he winced but continued to punch through the pain. He was too engrossed in fighting hand to hand to worry about using magic at the time, but would it have made any difference for him as he dug his hand into the mouth and throat of one of the lizards as it desperately tried to chomp down on his hand. His other hand was flinging the lizards off of him before punching the one he had stuffed his own hand down its throat. To anyone viewing this it could be said that Galben had become a ball of rage in that moment as guttural roars and groans escaped his mouth along with blood that soaked his face and upper body. It was a shit show, but he was going to win no matter what.
Whatever was happening with the other lizards and Galben was completely beyond Aesir at this point, he was now facing off with the bastard that he associated with his own weakness. While he knew it wasn’t the same creature, he still felt he needed to defeat it here and now to put to bed his feelings of inferiority and finally move forwards, confident he could attain the power he had been searching for with such vigour in the past.
As the two warriors stood facing each other, the lizard flinched first, spitting venom in his directions which was simple enough got the flame engulfed mage but it was a ploy as the larger lizard followed up, closing the distance between the two of them, his large clawed hands wrapped around his face, crushing him through would of the stone pillars surrounding them. The thud on the back of his head knock him sick to his stomach, his eyes bluring and eyes ringing but still he fought through the pain barrier grasping onto the beasts wrist charging up his magic as his grimoire pages flipped and started to glow a turquoise colour. ”Food Magic: Slash Beta: Spearmint” A candy cane sword formed behind the lizard and with a flick of his wrist, the sword impaled the lizard effortlessly. It’s eyes widened and it’s body tensed, loosening its grip upon Aesir. Pushing off the lizard, the Ranarian freed himself and got so his feet, stumbling slightly as concussion set in and with another motion of Aesir’s hand, the sword cleaved through the lizard, leaving two scaly halves bleeding out on the floor.
The weight lifted from his shoulders and his anger subsided as he knew he had defeated the bastard but he knew how stupid he was, almost getting himself killed in the process, he walked to the throne like rock, sitting himself down as he waited for his headache to subside, thoughts of his partner were far from his mind but the pain to his head a clear out knocked the memory of him entering the dungeon with anybody else.
The rage fueled him, it gave him purpose, and it showed him the way to his goal. Galben ripped the throat out of the lizard bastard as it began to vomit and try desperately to recover as it thrashed before laying its head down in a pool of blood as he reached back and continued the fight. He had had enough of this fight though, he knew Aesir tolerated him, and he wanted to become a good tool...or at least he wanted to. He was finding out with each fight that he was useful as a tool, but he wanted more...his vengeance was his priority, but he wanted freedom. He wanted to do what he wished, when he wished to do it. Would the Wardens really be where he could do this.
Back out of his head and into the flurry of claws and fists Galben had grabbed the nearest lizard and gouged its eyes out before using it like a shield as the other lizard leapt and clawed in an attempt on the man’s life. Galben watched as the lizard tore apart the other as he threw it on top of the other as his Grimoire glowed a sickly black.
“Tar Creation Magic, Tar Cannon!” He said as the lizard did not have any fight left as the hot tar caught the lizard with the already dead body of its comrade draped across it. The skin and scales began to melt and the screams that filled the room was like music to his ears. Once it was said and done he looked to see Aesir atop the pseudo throne, clutching his head as he looked like he too had experienced a fight worthy of his caliber.
He flung some of his own blood down across the stones before finding a spring to wash his arms. He had many puncture wounds from the teeth of his adversaries, and yet he did not care. He walked to Aesir.
“I believe that is that for this room then...what do you say partner?” Galben asked as he breathed heavily. He was short on a bit of mana, but his physical stamina had suffered quite a bit as well. “I honestly do not remember a time when I had to fight so hard with my bare hands, I need more power.” He said as he clenched his fists in an attempt to show defiance to what lot he was dealt. “Let us go kill the rest of these monsters in this place.” He said as he looked up and waited for Aesir to speak.