"For all things that prosper, in the name of the righteous. For the men who live by their blades, and who lie with the wolves, and shepherd the lost. With All respects, he who shall be rightful king, If he shall. Be Blessed."
-World Keepers Prayer "Jaja"
-World Keepers Prayer "Jaja"
- Synopsis:
- Jahanghir encounters a General of A private militia, after noticing the radiance of the man's sword he knew it was no other than his own blade; The Damokles. The men fight over the blade before Jahangir is hunted across the month.
“Tatatatatatatatat…” Rain would flood down on the kou mountaintops, dousing the flames of the war campaign. Rain and its sudden occurence had grown close to the nation, with its somber and sobriety calming the world. People and animals would run from the sudden cloudburst, and the falling sun.
Those who had homes to return too would be the luckiest, those who had lost from this war would feel it however. They felt the loss of the war on such a personal level it would have taken more than their belongings and loved ones. The war had a habit of taking a piece of you, whether that be a fraction of your soul or the essence of your spirit…
Jahangir was fleeing the storm much like anyone else, and so he made his way towards the largest settlement from him. He happened upon a village and using his fanalis speed he shot down many streets, rapidly searching for a decent inn. Jahangir knew cities well from his time in them, so he would follow the largest amounts of lights he could. This was sure to lead him to either the redlight district or somewhere rich where there would undoubtedly be shelter.
He found that as he got close to the center of the town, a massive building following the usual Kou architecture. Jahan had seen enough of the design albeit loving his time in the nation. He entered the Inn soaked from the storm and surveyed it. It was lively and filled with faces, likely brought in from the rain.
“Finally” Jahanghir exhaled “I can get a room and something to eat.”
Jahan was to do the usual thing in his nomadic travels. Hit the Bartender, order drinks a meal and a room. It wouldn't work that simply though, there was something that caught the world kings eyes. More bold than anything in the room, a sword meant for a king. It was the sword of a lost king.
The golden blade shimmered with great magnificence, boasting a floral and intricate design. The blade was magical and radiated with vibrance. The Golden hue and sparkle, the way particles would embellish the air around it. Jahanghir knew it was his blade. His eyes sharpened to a scowl.
He spotted his blade strapped to the back of heavily armored man. He could be no less than the leader of the militia. The man was surrounded by his company, roughly 50 men. They had taken more than half of the widest part of the Tavern. No doubt many more of the soldiers were stationed in other Inns and locations throughout the city. He strode plainly through the lines of men.
He had no fear of them, he knew his body was much more stronger. Much more exotic than what Kou had been used to. If anyone had ran down upon him in a moment he would lash out, striking their body like an object intending to shatter anything in its way. No man had moved easily, but as Jahan closed in on the armored man many of the warriors surrounding him readied their blades.
567/2000 words
150/150 magoi
410/410 stamina
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